#deer reader

[midnight-hotel]

Alastor x deer!reader. Reader has a sensitive fight or flight response, it’s mostly flight, and at the sound of someone walking down a hall or a door opening, the first reaction is this is to run and hide. She’ll not be doing anything wrong just get spooked. She’ll start to hide then halfway through stop and apologize, if she’s in the hotel.

// Did this as headcanons, hope that's all good with you.

Alastor found it to be quite amusing to begin with, seeing the way your ears would stand tall in alarm, your pupils would dilate and then you'd move.

Sometimes you would completely run out of the room, other times you would hide behind something and every now and then, you'd only flinch and continue on with your day.

The longer you knew Al however, the less you freaked out as badly. He has always been one for dramatic entrances, talking a little louder than what was necessary and his soundtracks weren't exactly quiet either.

This being said, it didn't take too long for you to adjust to loud noises, such as doors suddenly opening or someone walking down the hall.

Every now and then though, Alastor will find you hidden behind a door when someone, or himself, has entered the room abruptly.

Other times, he'll be talking to you about something and Angel will burst into the room. You'll go from standing before him to hiding behind him, smiling sheepishly when he raises a brow at you.

These days, he finds it to be quite cute- endearing perhaps, but also a tad bit concerning. It is normal for a doe to flee when frightened but you were a demon, so you really shouldn't be running from everything.

As long as your safe though, he'll try not to worry so much and just focus on the fact that you trust him enough to hide behind him when frightened.

He may start to consider ways to help you gain control over your shadow though, just in case you're ever in real danger.

[bewitched-hours]

Hello there you can do 007n7 x deer!reader and Fluff please!! facts reader is an needy and need some a attention ^ ^

And don't forget to take a break <33 and i like you write so much!!

STOP THAT'S ADORABLE I LOVE DEER-

Reader is getting They/Them for this ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Most people imagine Fauns to be graceful and elegant due to their deer-half.

But for you? You were currently anything but that.

Thrown into a hellish realm where life and death were in constant quarrel, you were in a constant fight or flight response during rounds.

No wonder, you were a support class and as grateful as the others were for another healer, they could also recognize how skittish and nervous you always were. Especially when you were with many people.

So, you were usually left to do your own thing once the others made sure to thank you for your help.

But besides your skittish nature? You tended to be quite needy. Especially towards 007n7.

The man had no clue what made you flock to him so easily, it even confused the other survivors but they all respected your choice.

Clearly, the ex-hacker had something about him that made you feel safe and for all they knew, mentioning it might make you even more anxious than you already looked.

007 didn't even question it himself.

He was confused but complied with your silent requests for attention.

In a way, he was grateful you enjoyed his company.

You were quiet and enjoyed listening to him and when you were the one talking, he was happy to listen too and make sure you felt heard.

Sometimes you'd even pair up with him during rounds and he'd do his best to keep you safe while you did your best to keep him alive.

A mutual but silent bond you've nurtured in secret... Well- maybe not secret-

It definitely didn't help that he found it so amusing and adorable whenever his teleports made you dizzy.

You luckily never got to the point of even feeling nauseas or he would've stopped and just insisted on helping you find a safe hiding spot without teleportation.

But recently, you've grown a little needy. You'd randomly bump your head against his shoulder to request affection and although he was happy to fulfil that request- especially since you seemed to only go to him for that- he couldn't help but get a little flustered each time.

You'd also find yourself beginning to hug 007n7 a lot more. Not that he minded it but it was strange since he didn't know you were actively attempting to place your scent on him.

You didn't know much about how mating should work for a Faun so you had to improvise.

Shedletsky had attempted to help you but he knew nothing either so he decided to give you tips based on what he's experienced and seen... Which wasn't a lot...

"[Reader]... I need to go back to my cabin already to sleep..." 007 tried to gently pry you off, resulting in a determined huff as you didn't want to let him go just yet.

It's been probably weeks now and he hasn't realized a thing... You had to be more direct...

"Why can't we just share a cabin and not worry about the cold...?" You asked with a bit of a whine, causing the man to blush. "[Reader], we're not even in a relationship-"

"Well, why not?" Your words silenced him like an arrow to the heart. His face only got redder as he tried to figure out if he just heard you right.

"I've been trying to court you for so long and you never even noticed!" You continued, watching the gears in his head click into place. "W-wait- you mean-"

You wouldn't let him speak properly at this point. "I've been trying to show romantic interest even if I don't understand how it's done and you always seemed to brush it off!" You huffed, trying to look upset but you weren't exactly good at being grumpy.

It took several minutes of awkward silence for 007 to finally make a noise and it wasn't even to talk, just to laugh. A hearty but awkward laugh. "And to think I felt crazy for having the suspicion!"

As your face twisted into confusion, he lifted you up and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips to calm himself down.

"I'd be happy to share my cabin with you... But let's try to get our stuff together first..." His smile made you feel all warm inside, causing you to smile and nod along.

If it's just one more night of sleeping apart, maybe you can survive it...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[jaythes1mp]

Do you think readers' lives would be different if they were a deer hybrid?

Fun Fact: Did you know that cervids (from the deer, deer and elk family) are considered extremely sensitive animals. When suffering severe stress, such as when captured or rescued, for example, the animal's reaction can cause what is called 'capture myopathy' ', which compromises the organism of these animals.

I do, actually. Because, another fun fact! In June of this year me and my roommate saved a baby deer who was laying next to her mums dead body (she was less than 48 hours old). Fortunately she wasn’t injured. We were extremely lucky to be living next to a wildlife specialist, our neighbour, who’s been looking after Astrid and will continue to until she’s old enough to be relocated. Thankfully this wasn’t the first deer that’s been brought to her. So unfortunately I'm very acquainted with that fact.

She’s still striving strong though! These were the first pics taken of her.

Anyway, how they’d react:

Batfam x deer hybrid reader

With Damian's exceptionally caring nature when it comes to animals, he has already meticulously planned out the perfect environment for your deer forms comfort. He has considered every possible scenario and tailored everything to ensure your contentment as well as a space to meet all of your needs.

The young Wayne would thoughtfully strategize and visualise your reactions to every minor action or stimulus. He would carefully consider the most appropriate responses and adapt his behaviour to ensure a positive and nurturing environment for you. Even if the environment in question was one that you were forced into.

The bats would handle your transformed state with great caution, disregarding if your human mind was in control when you were transformed or not. Given your affiliation with the Cervidae family in your animal form, the Wayne family would be especially mindful and considerate of your natural tendencies, behaviours, and instincts.

Despite Dick's intelligence and expertise as a vigilante, being second only to Bruce Wayne himself, his impatience would become apparent within the twenty-ninth attempt to approach you for some affectionate ‘big brother cuddles’. Assuming you’re an adult or older teen, you would be extremely skittish and resistant in your deer form to his advances and attempts to get close, if not completely avoid his presence altogether, let alone let him cling to you for a ‘snuggle.’

Jason wouldn’t comprehend why you’d consistently conceal yourself, in both forms, hiding behind the couch every time he arrives, or why you involuntarily freeze at the sound of his motorcycle, or even why you instinctively flee at the slightest hint of him standing or making a move. But despite his confusion, he doesn't hold it against you. He’s witnessed the horrific experiences and trauma the children of Gotham City are subjected to, and if hiding and evading is the way you cope with what you’re going through, then he’s willing to wait patiently for you to feel secure in his presence. As your sibling, he vowed never to give you a reason to fear him. He knows just how overwhelming it is in this new environment, and he’s not planning on giving you any more reasons to be frightened by them.

Tim would find it easier to deal with your distressed nature than the others, opting to monitor you through the security cameras, allowing him to work on his cases simultaneously, rather than being overly affectionate with you. This way, he could keep a watchful eye on you without having to directly interact, which allows him to multi-task and focus on both keeping you safe and solving his cases.

Despite Jason and Dick no longer living in the Manor, Bruce would likely be the one to spend the least time with you. However, he's not neglecting you. He makes a conscious effort to rearrange his busy schedule, keeps certain days free every week, and meticulously plans time for some quality family bonding. Even if the quality time in question only consists of him quietly sitting in your vicinity, sipping on some freshly made tea while reading the newspaper, he cherishes every moment that he gets to share with you. Simply being near you is enough. Because you're his child, and he's not planning on fucking that up ever again.

[selineram3421]

*sleepy*

Courting Pursuit

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor X Deer Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ gender neutral (gn) reader, mule deer reader, assuming Alastor is a marsh deer, Spanish translated, stalking-Vox, cussing, implied/suggestive, italics=thoughts, ha..watch out for the end ⚠

You continued to act affectionate towards him.

Even the others noticed and most of them would often ask you to do their work if it was related to him.

Niffty doesn't care and does her work as usual.

The thing is, you don't mind one bit and take up the work.

"Hola Alastor.", you'd greet him every time.

Today you were helping someone else, Husk to be exact, putting away some bottles in storage.

And then he heard that obnoxious voice of the sad excuse of an entertainment performer through his radio next to the television shop, Vox.

"Top of the hour! Today I have a special little treat for you, though the image is sadly glitched out, you can still see what is going on in the photo.", he says. "It's the Radio Demon, receiving an affectionate peck on the forehead from another deer!"

What a creeper. Alastor rolled his eyes and waited for the perfect moment to jump in and make the flat headed piece of tech look like a complete fool.

"From the looks of things, Alastor has a fuck buddy.", the TV demon grinned. "Wouldn't be surprised if he was taking it from behind.", he laughed and continued to rant on about innuendos like an idiot.

Turning a few knobs and flipping some switches, the Radio Demon was live.

"Salutations!", he greeted his listeners. "What an interesting start to the day! An overly cocky man acting like a news anchor when he doesn't have all the facts!", his smile widens. "For a demon asking his viewers to trust him, it's quite bold that he so blatantly lies to their faces."

"That's bullshit! I only provide the best-"

"Vox is so insecure and craving for attention from a powerful Overlord like myself, it's obvious that he's jealous.", Alastor laughed.

"Am fucking not you old timey prick-!"

"Why would he make such an announcement if not for that? Its clear to me that he wants someone to focus on him all the time.", he chuckles. "No wonder he always something new on his screens. But they lack so much that he has to resort to childish news broadcasts to seem important."

"Childish!?"

"As for the demon in the photo, that is a hotel guest and they do not understand English that much. There was a misunderstanding in translation and well..I'm not allowed to kill hotel guests.", then his voice switches. "This does not mean that I will let such an action pass, I will do something mμc# ￦θrs€ than death."

"You lying piece of shit! Tell me them the truth!"

"I should announce that the Hazbin Hotel has its doors open for all sinners who want a shot at redemption! Try to climb your way out of this fiery inferno, some might try to drag you back down, or you'll have trouble all on your own trying to redeem yourself! Anything is possible!", he put in his two bits for advertising the hotel. "And with that my wonderful listeners, I shall bid you all adieu~"

He switched on some jazz, not wanting to hear anymore of Vox's whining.

Something still irked him however..

Perhaps I should pay Rosie another visit. He thought. This time without them knowing.

As soon as he walked through the door of the emporium, his friend waved him over and pointed to her office, letting him know that she'd be there soon.

Once entering the office, he sighed and sat on the couch, already tired of what else would happen later in the day. He didn't want any other unnecessary conversations.

Rosie entered the office not too long after, setting her hat aside as she closed the door.

"You won't believe the gossip I've stumbled across today. Betty, the one with the pooch, not the one with the scar. She-", the woman started but then took notice of his mood. "What's wrong? You look worn out already."

"I don't know what to do with them. Vox, that piece of shit tech, has already made comments but I already put him in his place.", he sighed and ran a hand down his face.

"I heard.", Rosie let out a short laugh.

"The deer is still doing things, not as bold as the first time but I don't want them near me. It's-", he growled and made a choking motion with his hands.

"If it's bothering you that much, you know you can tell them to stop.", she says.

He looks up at her with a wide eyed stare.

She dead pans.

"Alastor. You know you can tell them to stop. Right?"

"The thought hadn't crossed my mind.", he simply says.

"Oh for crying out loud-!", she tosses a pillow at him. "You are unbelievable! Go and speak your mind! You've never had a problem with it before!"

She was right. Why had he been so bothered about something like this?

He should have spoken up about it from the start.

It was late when he returned to the hotel. The lobby was empty and he could only assume that everyone had long been asleep. Walking to the dining room, he spots the kitchen light on.

Angel is probably making an abomination of a hangover cure- He thought and opened the door, only to find the mule deer leaning against the counter half asleep.

You perk up when noticing him.

"Bienvenido. Hice la cena y te guardé un plato.", you wave and smile. (Welcome back. I made dinner and saved you a plate.)

"What are you doing up at this hour? Granted, it is Hell and there are barely any rules around here, sleep is still important.", he says as you pick up a plate covered with tin foil.

Taking off the foil, you give him a plate of food.

Your fingers brush against his, making him flinch back and drop the plate, causing it to shatter on the floor with a loud crash.

Instead of focusing on the mess, you looked at him with worry.

"¿Estás bien? No estás herido, ¿verdad-?", you reach out to him but he smacks your hand away. (Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you-?)

"Don't touch me.", he hisses out. "I am not comfortable with your advances, so I advise you to stop NOW before I tear you apart and make you into tomorrow's dinner."

With that you took a step back.

"No quería incomodarte. Me detendré. Perdóname por no tener en cuenta tus sentimientos.", you muttered and looked away. (I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I will stop. Forgive me for not taking your feelings into account.)

Alastor didn't bother trying to translate your response in his head, just walking around you and to the door.

"Lo siento.." (I'm sorry..)

He heard you whisper as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving you alone.

With a sigh, you kneeled down and began to clean the mess.

Sad times means cookies.

~Seline, the person.

Part 3

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[awhhayden]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… deer reader ࣪˖ ִֶָ🍂 ་༘࿐

₊⊹ deer reader loves….

coffee. animals. hot coco. autumn. rainy days. hiking. reading. boots. white roses. brown. chocolate. silver.

₊⊹ deer reader is….

kind. soft spoken. empathetic. shy. introvert. stubborn. anxious. smart. spiritual. teasing. silly. frustrated.

₊⊹ deer reader hates….

heat. loud noises. bossy people. when things aren’t done correctly. messy room. rudeness. being rushed.

[starlightwonderland105]

I AM 🤏 FUCKING CLOSE TO JUST WRITING THE POWER RANGER FANFICS AND SMUT I SO DESIRE BECAUSE WHAT. I NEED OC'S and deer reader and bunny reader, relatable ones, insane ones, I need a RPM scott truman x deer reader/OC where he's an insane ass military man LIKE HE MORE THAN LIKELY IS DUE TO TRAUMA confused on why this cute little thing is following him and she's just as insane as him stalking him despite the fact that they are in a FUCKING ROBOT APOCALYPSE. I need better characterization (and maybe fancast) of some of these power rangers man. JAYDEN SHIBA IS A HOT LOSER and I will DIE on that hill he's the kind of person to stand over you watching you sleep just because he's BARELY had any sort of human interaction in his life and here comes this girl talking about some love me or I will find a way to get you to a Master Xander shit and yk what HE'S INTO IT. I NEED Cassandra Chen and Andros from in space to date because THEY SHOULDA HAVE BEEN CANON and I need them.

[pinkyyfairydust]

Me if you care

[violet-impulse]

Picked up a fun book from the library! It’s a sci fi crime fiction short story anthology released in 1983. Probably gonna read some and try and post my thoughts as I do 💜

[go-go-powers-motherfucka]

❤️SCOTT TRUMAN ❤️

This will be a kinda introduction sort of headcannon for Scott Truman of RPM and him and Deer OC's.......... weird relationship.

This will have both SFW and NSFW content because I feel like all power rangers are horny idk why but I feel like they are so they are on this blog 🤭

Scott is a MILITARY MAN. This man was raised in an all male household with not one woman in sight by a commander father who was willing to lock both him and his brother outside of the only safe place on EARTH because they were taking too long to reach back inside based on his judgement.

Marcus (his brother) WHEW we don't really learn much about him due to him yk being dead and shit but I always headcannon that he was somehow the greatest and worst older brother in the world being a functioning drugie put under constant stress by military duties aswell as his fathers expectations. The letter of reccomendation written by him in the episode where they go back to the crash sight was for Scott to take Marcus's place in the air force not to be his second in command.I also hc that Marcus purposefully crashed his ship rather dealing with death than his father. Scott knows this aswell having gotten a tearfilled goodbye from him before he let go of his controls.

I hc that their father was too much for their mother so she ran away from the entire family once she realized how fucked up the family would truly turn out to be showcasing not only her fucked upness but also fucking up the family even more LMFAO

When I say military man I mean this nigga is MILITANT he doesn't play about anyone or anything he actually cares about and has gotten into many physical altercations because of this. If he feels threatened or like anything in his life is being threatened he's a confront and punch kinda person. Like how there was this time that another guy in Corinth was flirting with Deer and asked her out on what Scott deemed to be a date so he put the guy in the hospital and went to lay up in bed with deer the next hour and then procceded to fuck her till she forgot her own name (and about the date) the next day.

Due to not having any emotional figures in his life he can't convey any sort of feelings properly and as a result restorts to copying whatever actions are being displayed to him in deer readers case it's straight STALKING and vouyeristic tendencies. At one point in the relationship deer reader looks at him and goes "We are fucking dating you dumb fuck. That's why I stalked you and mastrubated with your underwear at my nose" and he just stares at her blankly for a second or two before going okay. She's a weird little bitch and he's a little confused on why she loves him so much but hey he loves her too and wouldn't trade her for the world.

That last part was deadass he's seen his Father be too inlove and obsessed with the military and what it lead to relationship wise. He's seen his brother be too inlove and obsessed with drugs and what it lead too aswell. So if he has to be too inlove and obsessed with someone let it be Deer he'll burn down the entire world, let anger, revenge and hate consume him if it means having even one more minute with her and everyone around him knows it too. Believing Scott would choose anyone over her is stupid and no one should ever allow themselves think that even for one second.

Military Man= Buff guy who will lift Deer up and put her over his shoulder carrying her to their shared bedroom if he feels like she's getting to mouthy and/or aggressive or if he just needs to let off some steam.

HE LOVES A PUDDY WOMAN that's all he wants a girl with a stomach and thick thighs to hug him and let him fuck her silly probably due to his mommy issues but we not gonna mention that 🤭.

Scott HATES being babied don't hug him, kiss him or nothing of that sorts Deer ofc doesn't gaf and will manhandle him into a babying position but not without Scott's constant complaining until he gets into a more comfortable spot with Deer.

He is the FATHER of the RPM group. Despite what many might believe or say he knows his father was a shitty person and hopes to not be like him because he wants children with Deer in the future and he also sees how his father being his father has affected him aswell as his desceased brother. So he subcounciously compenstates by being the father of the group always putting his life on the line for his teammates and deer, constantly being the one to get hurt in the line of fire or on a lighter note he's always the one to get the team whatever they need.

Dillon needs to drink some gasoline because his implant is acting up and that's what he craves? Okay sure he prays it doesn't kill him though because Deer,Ziggy,Doctor.K and Summer would in turn kill him for that.

Ziggy's stomach is acting up and he needs some painkillers that can only be made with some ingredients from the wasteland? Okay he'll go outside in the wasteland for DAYS on end just to make sure Ziggy gets the fucking medication.

Flynn,Gem and Gemma need some random parts to aid in their creation of this randomass device? Scott is already pulling apart his car just to see if any of it's parts can aid them.

Summer's parents are bothering her again and making her feel like her only purpose is too marry that rich asshole? No poblem Scott already has dinner reservations planned for them so she can truly just express her feelings to him with no worry of judgement or misunderstanding bwcause no one get get her parental frustrations like him in this case

Also with him being the father of the group he actually eats the healthiest. Before he and Deer started dating he ate pretty BLAND, grilled chicken, roast vegetables, etc EVERY DAY and ofc when Deer came in with the lovely housewife skills she had that man eating good but still healthy because he will straight up refuse to eat something if it's too greasy,too salty, too sweet, etc. Deer had to put her foot down and force him to eat some fried chicken which does become one of his favourite foods although he can't eat too much of it in a week unless he wants a horrible stomach cramp. Same with candy and sweets although the only sweets he actually loves are Deer's plain cake or her Banana Pudding.

Ehm FUCK Grammar,Spelling and Writing errors 💞

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

A/N: another kofi request!

When you walked for a while through the thick forest near your home, you were able to find a meadow full of deer hybrids.

It was a secret place, one only a few human beings knew about. Among those humans was you, a young woman currently being courted by one of those feet hybrids.

“My dear!”

You felt arms wrap around your torso from behind, your neck being peppered in warm kisses as you were pulled close.

This was your current predicament. A few months ago you spotted a deer hybrid struggling in a trap meant for regular deer. You knew if the hunter found them he’d be taken to the city and sold as a pet, so you quickly used your pocket knife to cut him free.

The second he was out of his bonds, he nearly tackled you, rubbing and butting against your neck and nearly impaling you with his horns.

“Mate… my mate…”

And that’s how you ended up at the meadow again, visiting him. If you didn’t come once a week to see the fluffy thing, he’d try coming out of the woods and into your neighborhood.

Of course, that was dangerous. Between cars, hunters, and lots of people wanting a cute deer hybrid as a pet, the human world wasn’t safe.

You made a deal with him. Every weekend you’d come and spend time with him. The first time you proposed this deal to him, he leapt with joy, his fluffy tail wiggling super fast.

So today you brought your picnic basket, setting out a blanket and preparing the snacks as he waited patiently nearby. Sometimes he could be a bit shy after greeting you, quickly retreating behind other deer hybrids and peaking out at you with his big doe eyes.

The second you were done, he trotted back, letting out a happy whine when you patted your lap. He loved laying his head there.

His ears flicked, and he looked up at you through his lashes, batting them. Clearly, he was a whore for your attention.

You always knew the best spots to scratch and rub, always getting behind his ears and at the base of his antlers.

His tail wagged, and you couldn’t help but lift it slightly too look at his cute butt, making his head jerk up.

“Mate? You want to mate?”

The deer hybrid excitedly nuzzled against you, pushing you down on the blanket. He let out little grunts, his tail still going crazy behind him.

“N-not yet, not yet.”

He pouted, but quickly returned to relaxing in your lap, almost purring at every scratch and pet. You knew rutting season was soon by now antsy he had been to mate with you lately… and you were preparing yourself to help him.

The guy always wanted to be by your side, bringing you fresh berries and honey he collected. You were his mate, and he wanted to give you all the sweet things he could find!

And boy was he possessive! He would let out whines and grunts when other males approached, pointing his antlers at them and holding you close. It was just too cute!

For months you came and went, giving him the attention he needed while getting to relax and escape all the stress life had to give.

Curling up with him, playing with his soft puffy hair and watching him get all giddy and excited really calmed you down. His fluffy tail always wagged when you were around, wagging even harder when you scratched a good spot or gave him snuggles.

But his rut had finally come in full force, and you knew he needed you.

This time when you came to visit, he was alone, whimpering softly and pumping his cock. He seemed distressed, and you were quick to lower yourself by his side, your fingers gently glazing his swollen tip.

“Shh, shh… I’m here. It’ll be okay.”

He looked up at you through his thick lashes, sniffling. It seemed he had grown attached and reliant on you.

“Please…”

How could you say no to those big, warm doe eyes?

The second your fingers wrapped around his cock, he let out a moan, his hips bucking lightly. He needed his release, and your hand wouldn’t cut it soon enough.

He came quicker than expected, and soon he was mounting you.

The entire time he mated with you, he was more gentle than you’d think a buck in rut would be. He was constantly nuzzling into you, thrusting just hard enough to satisfy you, but not any harder.

When he came inside, his ears twitched and tail wagged, and he melted when you reached out to play with his ears while his cum shot into your womb.

After mating you, he was a happy little thing, making a sort of purring sound while he nuzzled his face against your neck.

Perhaps being mates with him wouldn’t be so bad after all…

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[simonbrain]

deer hybrid!reader who deliberately gets caught in hunter!simon's traps just so you can feel his big hands on you as he unties you for the nth time. hearing him grumble silly doe while he carries you to a safe spot in the grass has your little tail swishing excitedly, and when he hisses at you for nuzzling into his neck and licking at his skin, you only let out a soft bleat.

the bloodstained rifle that resides on his back does nothing to discourage you from getting into trouble. he's never aimed it in your direction, but you can't help but daydream about feeling the metal on your forehead when he huffs something along the lines of, "s'like you want me to kill ya."

it's really not your fault; he's just so big all over, so strong and capable. you can't help but imagine those hands on your body. you want him stroking your ears, your tail, you want his thick fingers slipping between your thighs... you've seen him in his element, and a sick little part of you wishes he were hunting you instead.

would he be gentle like he always is, or would he let his frustration take over and finally get back at you for being such a little tease? would he push you up against a tree and murmur sweet things in your ear? that voice always makes your skin tingle. no matter what you conjure up in your mind, you always find yourself down by the pond; you can only wash away the need that seems to permanently cling to you so many times. you really should stop getting yourself worked up like this.

it's when you actually fall victim to a trap one evening that he finally cracks. being held in his arms while he trudges through the woods down to his truck helps calm you a little bit, but the pain is unbearable. it doesn't help that he's scolding you again, muttering something about just taking you home with him and keeping you there so you're not causing any more trouble.

[monstersholygrail]

Something New

A Free Use City Universe Fic

Deer Hybrid x fem!reader— drugs, sex toys, sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, aphrodisiac potion, fingering, aftercare

You had found yourself into quite the sticky situation. Having sex with your sexual drug dealer was possibly a new all time low for you. You would’ve said you have officially hit rock bottom but knowing you… there was probably a bit more to fall.

Living in Free Use City has been the dream you always thought it was going to be. No, in fact, it was even better. The sex was endless and you’ve never felt more desired and needed in your entire life.

But the problem with having constant sex is just that. You’re having constant sex and it can get… boring. You were bored with normal sex. You did it everywhere you could. In front of others, with others, watching others, and you did every little dirty and depraved thing you could think of. You tried the roughest of toys and the riskiest most mind blowing positions.

No matter what you did you couldn’t stop the creeping sensation of boredom from clawing its way through your body like a tentacle monster sliding their entire length inside you till they made you their human sex kebab. Literally.

You needed more but you didn’t have a clue what. Even the regular drugs at the clubs you frequent were beginning to bore you. The high always the same, the impact on sex hitting you in the exact same way.

Now tonight you find yourself back into your usual habit. Drink, dance, take drugs, and find someone to fuck. Tonight your club of choice is a favorite of yours, The Hunter’s Harvest, the most popular night club in Free Use City.

The world around you is a blur as you go through the motions. Somehow finding yourself riding an admittedly sexy ass Orc in the back of the club. When suddenly a familiar Naga comes slithering up to you two. Out of all the drug dealers that supply to the club his venom had to be the best. But tonight it just wasn’t working for you.

“How’s that venom treating you, pretty?” He hisses in your ear, reaching out tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. While completely ignoring the Orc beneath you. Honestly you were too.

All you have to do is purse your lips and give a drunken shake of your heads and the Naga understands all. A wicked gleam passes over his expression but he’s leaning back in before you can pick up on it. Not that you would in your current state anyway.

“Want something new? Something stronger,” he rasps into your ear again, causing sparks to zap down your spine.

And that’s how you found yourself in some strange back room of the club having no idea where you really are. You see dancers, waitresses, and monsters in dark scary looking suits pass by the room but no one spares a glance at you as you both lay down on the couch.

In exchange for a new drug they were testing out, a drug to enhance the sexual experience, you were to try it out with him before anyone. Said he wanted to be your first because he can swear you’ve never been fucked like this before. Yeah, you’ll just have to see about that. The challenge in his tone was more the reason why you agreed to this than the actual drug. But hey, if it finally brought some thrill back to sex, you’d take it.

Naga Drug Dealer settles between your hips and you can feel the hard bulges of his cocks rest hotly against you. It was a comforting sensation but nothing new. No, what was really new was the pretty orange vial he slips out of his pocket as he shakes off his clothing. You stare at it in awe, lips already parted, and head tilted back. Wanting so badly to experience something new.

“Enough!” A loud voice booms, breaking the tension like they took a hammer to glass.

You and the Naga jump a part, a bit of the vial splashing out and landing right in your mouth. Though his focus isn’t on you when you see his eyes go wide in terror. The man literally starts shaking before you. And that’s when your eyes catch onto the shadows of the wall behind him. A tall figure stands behind you with two long twisting horns.

It’s him. The Demon Drug Lord of Free Use City.

“S-sir, I’m- I can explain, you see. This is all just a big misunderstanding,” the Naga stammers over his words, sweating bullets.

Drug Lord Deer Hybrid storms into the room, ignoring the Naga’s stuttering words. You feel his touch before you see him as he pinches your chin and with one swift jerk of his hand brings your gaze to his. Your eyes widen as instead of a demon before you it’s a Deer Hybrid. His simmering grey eyes searing into you.

“Tell me, sweetheart, did you drink any of the vial?” His smooth deep voice seeps into ears and courses through your bloodstream, making you shiver into his touch.

All you can do is nod dumbly, caught like a deer in the headlights, too busy getting lost in his eyes. He curses under his breath, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

“Tsk— stupid girl. Come with me,” he orders, giving no room for argument.

And he doesn’t give you room to even consider arguing as before you can even stand he’s picking up your curvy frame with an insane amount of ease. Your lips part, wanting to protest. You’re totally able to walk on your own. But… he’s also so warm. Very comfortable. Something about him feeling strangely safe despite his dangerous aura and the reputation that proves it true.

Without so much as a word to your drug dealer, Drug Lord Deer Hybrid whisks you out of that room and down the darkened hall. You can’t see much of anything in front of you, left completely at this man’s mercy. And you don’t think he has that much. At least not normally.

The weight of your body begins to tip forward and you get the strange feeling he’s walking up stairs. You quickly steady yourself, placing your hands on his back. Not even trying to fight him off. You know who he is, you’re not stupid enough to do that.

But suddenly as he reaches the top, a wave of heat begins to wash over you. The world seems to slow down and grow hazy, everything in your vision blurring. You can faintly see he’s brought you into a lowly lit office— his office, you assume.

With all the gentleness of a falling feather, he carefully places you down on another couch. This one most softer and you assume a lot cleaner too. His thumb brushes along your jaw and a trail of fire is left in its wake. He tilts your head back, forcing your glazed eyes to fall on him.

“How much got in this mouth, baby?” He murmurs low, voice sounding like slow sex on nice Sunday morning.

Light tingles ignite throughout your face as he swipes a finger across your bottom lip. Effectively sucking out all the air from your lungs. You fight off a shiver, trying to preserve a little of your dignity.

“Just a few drops.”

He closes his eyes, the muscle in his jaw twitching. When they open back up they’re about several shades darker, a conflicting storm of emotions passing through them.

“You’re about to get really hot, sweetheart. But it’ll be ok. You’re gonna need to cum. A lot. And I’ll be close by to help you through it,” he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper. If only he knew how much hotter that just made you. But you’d refuse to admit it to him.

With a heavy sigh he pushes up off the couch, his tall and imposing form towering over you. For a second you expect him to pop open his belt and let you go to town on him. But then he’s turning his back to you to open a nearby closet, bringing back with him a box of toys.

“Here, these will help you get through the worst of the heat. It’s better to start sooner rather than later. And even when you cum, just keep going. Don’t let the heat build too much or you won’t be able to move.” His eyes never once leave yours as he speaks, his tone demanding obedience. He then slaps a suction cup dildo on the ground and you practically cum in your already soaked panties.

Everything about him has you caught up in a trance. All you can focus on is him and the raging heat building up from your core that grows stronger the longer you focus on him. But his words manage to register in your mind soon enough that you’re still able to speak.

“But I want you,” you reply stubbornly, a scowl decorating your face.

He raises a brow at you and merely holds out a vibrator for you to take. When you don’t, crossing your arms instead, his face drops. His eyes flicker over your frame in assessment and it has your belly clenching with desire and need. You can barely read a thing on his face but when he crouches down in front of the toys you dare to have hope.

“I’ll stay, okay? But I won’t touch you. That will have to be enough,” he responds, though both of you know it won’t be.

But still, you’ll take what you can get. Your body is so hot you almost wanna crawl out of your skin for some relief. Though shedding your clothes does help. You don’t even have the mind to be shy or embarrassed, needing to cum so bad. There was no room for that here.

Your pussy was dripping down your thighs, you didn’t even need to be prepped. You see his back straighten, eyes intent on your glistening folds. If you weren’t so desperate you’d have put on a little show for him, anything to get him inside you. And as you sink down on the thick dildo you imagine it’s actually his cock and you immediately moan in pleasure. The toy filling you up so perfectly.

Drug Lord Deer Hybrid falls to his knees before you, his expression giving away nothing of the emotions lying underneath. He doesn’t even seem like he’s breathing as he watches you get the dildo all slick with your juices before riding on it like you’ve gone mad.

He talks you through your next dozen orgasms, the time passing in the blink of an eye. He tells you just how to ride his toys, when to roll your hips, and how to touch your clit. And he’s right every time, bringing you to the most intense and existence transcending orgasms of your life. All while never touching you. But it’s his gaze that turns you on more than anyone ever has before. You can’t get enough of it.

You watch him watching you, his eyes nearly swallowed up by his pupils. Every muscle in his body is tense like he’s trying to hold off pouncing on you as much as you are to him. His voice growing more raspy and feral with each orgasm he brings out of you.

“That’s it, baby. Make yourself cum for me. Rub your clit, just like that— nuh uh uh— don’t change speed. Do it— yes— do it hard, just like you like,” he demands in a low growl and you are far too weak to deny him.

Following his instructions you’re not surprised anymore as the cord in the belly snaps and you’re gushing liquid onto the deep red carpets. You figure they’re meant to hide something, why not your cum? He knows your body far too well for someone who has only introduced to it a few hours ago. Or has it been days? It’s hard to tell given the room has no windows.

You don’t know how long it’s been but you’ve effectively fucked yourself to exhaustion. The heat all but dissipated out of you with your final climax. Unable to hold your body up any longer, you start toward the floor and you don’t have the strength to stop yourself from the fall.

Right before your face makes contact, his arms are curling underneath your pits and hauling you up. Touching you for the first time since he carried you in here. He gathers you in his arms, laying you down all snug in his lap.

Your mind and body are way too gone to react right now but if you could you’d be seriously freaking out. He leans back enough to look down at you, his eyes somehow even more intense and full of conflict. Like he doesn’t know quite what to do with you. But after a moments hesitation he lifts a hand and pets the back of your head, the action surprisingly soothing.

Before you know it your eyelids are growing heavy and you’re melting into him. Everything in you, even your damn body, screamed that it trusts him. You should believe in your gut. If your guts always right or not is to be debated. But… things felt so good right now you didn’t want to try and open your eyes and insist you get going now.

No, you wanted to stay. Tonight was beyond anything you’ve ever experienced and you’ve done it all. And you have a feeling it had nothing to do with the drug.

Read Version Two here on my Patreon!!

[jyoongim]

ANON ASKED: realder is a shy doe that’s like 5ft. She pretty much avoids Alastor like her life depends on it, because he makes her uncomfortable, and of course he knows he does. She goes into heat, but doesn’t find a partner. She just gets very tired and just goes into hibernation. Alastor find that very interesting to say the least. After staying at the hotel for so long, their heats sync and its a mess for him and she isn’t aware of it.

Degrading, voice kink, size kink, and breeding kink. Ear and tail pulling??? Fem! Reader receiving

So i think i missed a few marks and then it spiraled but i did my best to fulfill your request as best my ability!!!!

@animeloveruwu1234

As the weather got colder, you started to rarely be seen around the hotel. Your heat was rolling around and the urge to nest was nagging you.

You sighed, rolling out of bed and heading down for breakfast.

You were greeted with the scent of warm deliciousness. You pile your plate full of food, opting for more sweets and meats to the surprise of the other residents.

“ Christ.  Slow down Toots, you’re gonna choke.” Angel laughed as you munched happily on a avocado toast sausage bacon mix.

You giggled “Its winter Angel, i have to pack on some weight. I tell you every year” Your ears perked in alert when static ran up your body. Your ears drooped when Alastor entered the kitchen. “Why what a fine hellish day it is!”

He hummed as he waltzed past you, you nearly choked on your food when he leaned over your shoulder, looking at your plate “Didn’t take you for the cannibalism type doe” grinning as you looked away, huffing ”its cooked” as he stole a piece of ham.

“Does typically pick up weight in the winter. They have to fill out in order to provide for fawns. They make for excellent pickings during hunting season” Alastor said as he buttered his toast, eyes on you as you squirmed slightly.

Angel and Charlie gawked “You’re gonna have a baby?!”

Your eyes widened “What!? No! Its just a deer thing. No fawns anytime soon” you blushed. Shaking your head you stood from the table, excusing yourself.

You weren’t necessarily afraid of Alastor, you had been around him long enough to get use to tolerate him, but the stag still made you uncomfortable, even after all this time around him. He reeked of dominance and power and your much softer nature did not mesh well with his intimidating one.You usually only spoke a few words to him, always excusing yourself to get away from him. 

Like now, the comment about deer season had your skittish nature taking over, not liking the idea of potentially being a target.

Alastor chuckled as you walked by him. Your cute fluffy tail twitching, begging to be tugged on Alastor blinked at the intrusive thought.

That was new. He shook it off as just a sadistic moment. 

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You curled in your pile of blankets as your heat raked through you.

Over the last few days, Charlie was so kind to leave you food and water so you didn’t have to go to the kitchen.

But you were itching for fresh air. Stretching your legs would do you some good.

Maybe you would find a partner to mate with on your outing.

You took a deep breath of fresh air as you exited the hotel, sighing happily. You bobbed around the city, nose sniffing out any potential males.

After a while your body started to heat up and you were going tired. You weren’t successful as most demon you met were either too eager to keep you tied up or not interested.

oh well.

As you approached the hotel a faint musky scent had your senses in a frenzy. You subconsciously followed the faint scent and ended up in the kitchen. No one was in there, but a tray of food was perched on the table, probably for you.

The last few weeks you were eating way more to keep up the energy that was burning through you.

You stuffed your mouth as you sniffed again, sighing deeply as the scent seemed to fog your head.

You had your fill and went to retreat to your bedroom, when you bumped into a solid chest.

Your ears perked at the sound of a faint growl and static.

”Careful doe” a deep voice purred.

Alastor.

You took a step back, ears furrowing back “Oh! I’m sorry Al”you looked up at him.

The tall red demon smiled down at you, but something seemed off.

His smile looked strained, and his ears were flickering about, eyes narrowed. He looked slightly flustered.

Your instincts had you look over him, to see if you could find the sense of his discomfort.

You hand reached out to press against his forehead, his skin was clammy.

Alastor didn’t flinch from your touch or slap your hand away, instead his head leaned into your hand, making your head tilt in question.

”Al? Do you feel alright?” Your eyes filled with worry. Alastor hummed, a sharp claw clasping your chin as he chuckled “Oh its nothing I cant handle dear.” You nodded, taking his word and made your way back to your room.

You curled in your nest as you thought about how strangely the demon was acting. But maybe it really was nothing.

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Alastor had smelled the most delicious scent waft across his nose. It smelled familiar but it was just too sweet to pinpoint who it belonged to. So he followed it.

The scent led him to the kitchen where he found you. 

The little doe was having her filling, consuming some food, stuffing her soft cheeks with whatever was on the tray.

You looked plumper. Softer. For as long as he had known you, your heats were interesting to witness.

You tended to eat more, your usual slim figure filling out to accommodate the energy you burned. You often hid away when you were in heat. Something that Alastor found interesting.

Most does sought out partners to satisfy them, but not you.

He had overheard you how most of the times you did go seeking partners but no one tickled your fancy enough.

Something about that made his chest tingle.

No one would be able to satisfy you like he could his instincts screamed.

With another deer around, your heats triggered his ruts.

He had never interacted with you while in a rut, so when you bumped into him, he wasn’t ready for the consequences.

You let out a cute little squeak when you collided with his chest, ears perked as you registered the static he let off.

He felt his cock stir in his pants as he breathed in your scent.

Your heat must have been flaring as he could taste how your cunt smelled.

His ears furrowed against his head, the only indicator that something was wrong. He kept up his composure as you nervously apologized. But as he too was in rut, he was sure he was showing some signs, as you asked if he was ok.

He tensed up as he felt your hand on his cheek, but leaned into your touch.

Your soft voice laced in concern as you looked over him, checking to make sure he wasn’t ill.

Oh what a naive doe.

It was taking every bit of control he had to not take you against the kitchen table.

how would you look as he took you? 

Would you beg him to make a mess of you?

Would you let him breed you to the point your cunt dripped with his cum?

He let out a low growl once you left the kitchen, turning his head to watch your full ass sway as your tail twitched about.

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A knock at your door had you stirring awake from the comfort of your makeshift nest.

You were much too tired and had no desire to answer whoever was on the other side of the door. Your heat was at a all time high and the stickiness between your thighs, a result of your abusing your poor clit for relief.  If it was Charlie, then she would just leave food at your door. Your eyes started to drift close, the sweet call of sleep sounding so appealing. 

Your ears twitched at the knock again, a soft growl escaping your throat.

Your tired brain did not catch up with your nose as you swung open the door, tired eyes widening as you are face to chest? With Alastor.

You keened your neck to look up at him; head tilting as the red demon peered down at you with black blown out eyes.

”Al?”you asked confused, rubbing at your eyes sleepily.

”Apologies my dear, did I wake you?”  He asked, head tilted, voice feign concern, his red ears erect and honed in on your soft panting, eyes narrowing at he took in the slight coat of sweat on your skin and how disoriented you seemed.

You nodded wordlessly, now highly aware that you, a doe were in full heat, evidence of that clinging to your thighs, and a stag was at your door.

Your heart sounded in your ears as your eyes raked over Alastor, accessing him.

Taking mental notes of mating potential instinctively.

“I thought you were Charlie…she usually leaves me food”

He hummed, a clawed hand coming up to your face to grip your chin. You blinked. Body buzzing.

Alastor’s instinct were screaming to push you back into your room and claim you in your nest, and satisfy the burn in his body.

Your scent had basically coated the hotel in its sweet smell. The scent making his cock twitch and antlers itch.

And the scent of your cunt had his mouth watering.

And he will have his fill.

”Your heat must  take a lot out of you dear” his hands reached to soothe your tense shoulders, fingertips massaging the flesh. You stayed still as his hands roamed your body, softly pawing at the curves you gained from your heat. 

His lips nipped at your soft ear, purring into it “I could provide assistance if you like?”

 Your tail wagged as you gulped “A-Assistance?” You asked. 

From your time around the red demon, you have never known him to willingly help people. Alastor maintained a sense of control in every situation, twisting and bending the rules to be in his favor.

A doe in heat should be easy to manipulate.

”Yeeeessss anything you want my dear! Think of it as ‘I scratch your back so you can scratch mine’ type of deal hmmm?” He chuckled darkly, slowly backing you into your room.

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Soft moans filled the room, accompanied by the hum of static as Alastor sucked at your clit.

You were sprawled out on your back in your nest, knees on either side of Alastor’s head as he lavished your clit with his tongue.

You panted as his tongue dipped into heat, thighs shuddering as it curled and lapped at your juices.

”H-Hah!! Ah! Ah! A-Al!” You whined, toes curling when he sucked the sore bud into his mouth. You tugged at the big antlers that separated your legs.

He had already made you cum on his fingers twice; cooing into your neck as you cried, cunt clenching around the digits like a vice.

Alastor grunted lowly, nipping at your clit with sharp teeth before sucking it back into his mouth. A finger dipped to fill you as he flicked your clit. Your gummy walls squeezing him, contracting at the intrusion but welcoming him into its depths.

He cooed around into your cunt, eyes looking up at you.

Your face was flushed and slick with sweat. Hands at your breasts, pulling and massaging your perky nipples.

Pouty lips parted as your moans tore from your throat.

”oooh c’mon doll, one more. You’ve been doing so good.”

Your body felt like it was burning. Each orgasm fogging your head with pure desire to be sated properly.

Your hips followed the rhythm of his tongue, using the hold on his antlers to ride his face.

 Alastor let you be. Happily curling his finger inside you as he lapped up your essence.

Your back arched as a third orgasm ripped through you, teeth clenching as your hips twitched in overstimulation, but riding it out to make the sensation last.

You sighed as you went limp, eyes hazily looking up at the ceiling, waiting to fall back to earth.

But you didn’t have the time to tuck your legs back in and roll over to sleep, when Alastor adjusted himself onto his knees and pulled you flush to his hips. 

A surprised “Ah!” Escaped your lips as your cunt was filled to the brim. 

With cock.

Alastor growled, hissing as finally your cunt so asked around him, unsure whether to welcome him. A harsh thrust broke what little resistance your walls gave and had you mewling.

“Oh fuck!”

Large claws kneaded at your fleshy thighs, holding them to your chest as his hips crashed down into yours, cock hitting that sweet nerve over and over, making you coat his cock in creamy slick.

”Al-Alastor! Ha! Nggh ooh fuuuck me!” You cried, tears forming in your eyes as he pounded your count.

”You would think after all this time, I wouldn’t blink when you’re in heat. But oh darlin’ you always know how to catch my interest.” He goated lightly, a claw coming up to your parted lips, his thumb pressing inside as you sucked subconsciously on the digit.

His eyes narrowed at you, pulling his hips back to snap them forward as a response.

”Do you know how divine you smell? Just walking around with a dripping cunt without a care. Many demons would kill to fuck a cunt this appealing”  a dark smirk curled on his lips when your cunt made a wet sound. “And Ill kill many demons to keep it to myself” he purred setting out a rough pace, claws on your round hips to pull you into his thrusts, keeping his cock nestled within your warm cavern.

Alastor was fucking you in your nest

A place sacred for only a doe’s mate

did that mean…was he?

Your brain was reeling. It couldn’t keep up with the sensations that were raking through your body. Your hands found purchase in the surrounding blankets as you let out moans that if you were in your right mind, would have left you embarrassed.

”mmhmm hmmm nngh Ah! Hhhaaa!” Your body jolted with his thrusts, the squish squelch noise of your cunt, echoing in your ears.

”Oh what a sweet doe you are my dear. I’ve always wonder what lied under that shy demeanor. And my my I wasn’t disappointed. A whore willing to spread her legs and be mounted.” You whimpered as he manhandled you onto your belly, knees barely supporting you as he slotted himself back inside you. You felt a heavy weight on your head, tugging to force your body to bounce on his cock.

when did your horns come in? 

You hadn’t realized it, but you had transformed into your demon form. 

and fucking hell were you gorgeous Alastor thought, hands wrapped around your slender horns and using them to control your movements.

Your tongue hanged out your mouth as your ass took the brute force of his thrusts. Alastor’s cock felt amazing.

Better than you could have imagined and so much better to scratch that lusty itch.

There was a puddle forming underneath you, soaking the bed, making the skin of Alastor’s thighs stick to yours.

Finally getting a look at your backside, Alastor felt his cock twitch as his eyes roamed down to where his cock was disappearing into you. His eyes zeroed in on your tail.

His hand dragged down your back, sharp claws cutting slightly to make blood ripple done your back. He wrapped his hand around your tail, softly twindling the tuft of fur before pulling.

A high-pitch moan left your throat. Your cunt clenched around him in response.

interesting he thought smiling as he used his grip on your tail to really make you take his cock deeper.

Your cunt was a soppy mess.

”Oh you like your tail pulled on dear? What a nautghty girl” Alastor chortled as he rocked his hips into you.

You were completely dazed with lust, that tingling knot forming in your stomach.

”please” you begged, pushing your hips against him, mewling as his hit the sponge that had you feeling sparks.

Alastor leaned over to your ear, never breaking his pace.

”hmmm? What was that dear?” He taunted cruelly.

”are you begging? What do you want doll? Cause I’m not going to stop til you’re filled with my cum. Is that what you want?”

You nodded “yes! Please please please let me cum! Cum in me- i w-want your cum please! Ha! Fuuuucckk” you whined, hand reaching underneath you to play with your clit.

”A-Al…please…breed me please i want it! I want it so bad!”

That had his cock twitch and hammer into you at record speed.

”oooh don’t worry your pretty head. You’ll get your fill”

Angled thrusts had your body jolting against the bed as you cried out, moaning so loud you were sure everyone in the hotel could hear you.

Alastor thought you were beautiful. How lovely you were covered in blood and sweat as he pounded you out. Your body went rigid before he felt your cunt flutter around him, milking him dry.

Your body slumped forward as he continue to ride out your orgasm.

”what a pretty doe, that’s a good girl. Milking my cock like a wanton slut. That’s it. I’m going to fill you up so good, I’m going to carve your cunt to only take my cock. You’ll like that wont you sweetheart? F-Fuck take it baby take it!” He grunted, snapping his hips into yours before he let out a loud growl, cock twitching before spilling his cum into you, painting your gooey walls white.

You let out a low whine feeling his warm goo fill you, before he pulled out, finally letting your body go.

You convulsed on the bed, panting as you felt his sticky spunk start to leak out of you.

Alastor sighed, rubbing your thighs as you came down from your high.

He chuckled “yes I think you’ll do just fine darlin”

Maybe heat cycles weren’t so bad after all…especially when there was a Doe ready to be filled with cum.

”Lovely”

[selineram3421]

Funny thing that popped into my head.

Alastor: I don't want to be someone's significant other! I want to be their worst nightmare! *creepy deer noises and radio static*

Deer Reader: *just happy to be near him* "Eres tan mono." (You're so cute.)

[kxsagi]

heyyy can i request fluff with rin where he takes care of drunk reader 🙏

“𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐫”

a/n: wait i need this

it starts with a text. 

rin: 

why are you slurring over text 

rin: 

did you go out drinking without telling me again 

rin: 

answer me before i show up there and carry you out over my shoulder 

you giggle at your phone screen, sprawled out on someone’s couch in someone’s apartment you don’t remember arriving at, and you hit the little microphone button to respond because typing suddenly feels like performing brain surgery. 

“rinrin,” you slur into your phone, dragging out the syllables like honey, “i only had one drink.” 

then you squint at your glass. 

“… ish.” 

he doesn’t reply. you blink, tilt your head, about to say something else when the front door swings open. the door. to someone else’s apartment. 

“you’re lucky you dropped your location,” rin mutters, stepping in like he owns the place. his black hoodie is slung over one shoulder, hair damp from the rain outside, jaw tight with that familiar brand of silent, contained panic. 

you sit up quickly. too quickly. “woah wait, how’d you find me?” 

“i tracked you.” he doesn’t elaborate. doesn’t need to. his tone is flat, but his hands are already grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch, gently wrapping it around your shoulders. 

you frown, the drunken delay in your brain making you slow. “wait, like, actually tracked me? like a secret agent? oh my gosh, do you have a tracker on me?” 

rin just deadpans, “maybe i should,” and tugs the blanket tighter like he’s burrito-wrapping a particularly annoying child. “stop wiggling. you’re drunk. and cold.” 

“’m not cold,” you protest, despite the obvious shiver that betrays you. 

he ignores you. 

you try to pout. “you’re mad at me.” 

“no.” he crouches in front of you, tugging your socks up properly like you’re a toddler who ran around barefoot in the winter. “i’m annoyed. there’s a difference.” 

you reach out clumsily and squish his cheeks together with both hands. “you’re so cute when you’re fake mad.” 

he blinks. “you’re dead when you’re sober.” 

you laugh. your eyes start to water, not from crying, but just from how good this moment feels. maybe the alcohol’s hitting you a little too well. maybe it’s the way rin is always so gruff and cold to everyone else, but to you? he shows up in the rain and makes sure your socks are warm. 

“i’m sorry,” you mumble. “i didn’t mean to drink so much. just kinda… happened.” 

he sighs. that quiet rin sigh that says you’re ridiculous and i hate everyone, but you. “you didn’t eat dinner either, did you.” 

“i ate… chips.” 

“those don’t count.” 

you rest your head on his shoulder, blanket falling halfway off as you lean on him like a sleepy koala. he sighs again but doesn’t move away. just carefully shifts you until he can rest your weight against him, like this isn’t the most inconvenient position possible. 

“rin?” you whisper. 

“hm.” 

“do you think if you got drunk you’d get all flirty and weird, too?” 

“i think if i got drunk i’d lose five years off my life from having to take care of you.” 

you giggle, and he finally glances down, his expression softening just enough for you to catch it. 

“we’re going home now,” he murmurs. “you’re gonna drink a glass of water, take off your makeup, and you’re sleeping on your side. not your stomach, or you’ll choke.” 

“yes, nurse itoshi,” you mumble, saluting weakly. “love you.” 

he goes still. 

then he mutters, “you better not forget you said that in the morning.” 

“i won’t.” 

you probably will. but rin won’t. he never does.  

by the time he gets you home, you’re clinging to his hoodie like a sleepy koala, grumbling half-hearted complaints every time he tries to let go. 

“just let me, i need to get you water,” he says as he tries to pull away for the fifth time. 

you clamp your arms around his middle. “but you’re warm.” 

“i’ll be warm in two minutes when i’m back. do you want to wake up with a headache the size of my ego?” 

“… fine.” 

you release him with the slow drama of someone making a noble sacrifice. rin huffs a laugh under his breath, but doesn’t say anything, just heads to the kitchen. 

he comes back with a glass of water and two aspirin, placing them carefully on the nightstand. you’re already flopped onto the bed on your back, staring at the ceiling, still in your party outfit, hair a little mussed and eyes hazy with sleep and tipsy affection. 

“rin,” you whisper like you’re sharing a secret. 

he raises an eyebrow. “yeah?” 

you smile up at him, cheeks flushed, voice soft. “i love you.” 

his breath catches just slightly. just a second. he looks away, his fingers flexing like he doesn’t know where to put them. 

“you said that already,” he mumbles. “drink your water.” 

you do. clumsily, gulping it down like a parched cactus. he watches you, arms crossed, that same focused look he has during a match. then you finally set the glass down and sit back on the bed with a soft sigh. 

“come here,” you say, reaching for him. “please?” 

he doesn’t hesitate this time. 

you tug him down by the hoodie, slow and lazy and so close, and when your lips brush his – light, warm, sweet – he goes still again, like he’s not sure if he should kiss you when you’re like this. 

but then you whisper against his mouth, “’m not that drunk. i know what i’m doing.” 

he grumbles something that sounds like you’re annoying, but he doesn’t pull back. instead, he leans in deeper. 

your mouths meet in a warm, unhurried kiss. it’s not messy or rushed, it’s the kind of kiss that lingers, soft and grounding, like he’s trying to memorize every little drunken sigh that slips past your lips. his hand comes up to cradle the side of your face, thumb brushing over your cheek, and you lean into him like you’re trying to melt into the moment. 

you hum, smiling into the kiss. “mm… you taste like strawberry lip balm.” 

he pulls back just enough to whisper, “you stole it from my bag.” 

“… okay, but you started using it first.” 

he rolls his eyes and kisses you again. longer this time, his other hand resting gently on your waist like he’s trying not to hold you too tight. you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him closer anyway. 

when you finally part, breathless and grinning like an idiot, rin just sighs, pressing his forehead against yours. 

“you’re going to regret making out with me while you taste like tequila and bad decisions,” he murmurs. 

“no i won’t,” you say, eyes fluttering shut. “i’m gonna wake up and ask for more.” 

“… you’re lucky i like you,” he mutters, sliding beside you and pulling the blanket up over your shoulders. 

you curl up into his chest with a sleepy hum. “i’m lucky you’re mine.” 

he goes quiet for a second. 

then, very quietly, he whispers, “yeah. you are.” 

and the last thing you hear before sleep takes you is the steady beat of rin’s heart under your ear – calm, warm, and completely yours. 

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[ozzgin]

I don't even want anything lewd, just,

deer monster lemme sit on your shoulders please I want to feel tall-

Nothing to see here, just a regular human (you) with an accursed abomination who - for whatever reason - worships the ground you walk on.

[Deer Hybrid Story]