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Hi! I got ur requests and the fics are written, only problem is my computer with my old google doc account got the BSOD. I have three fics ready to be posted as soon as I can access the account. For the delay I will write some smut in my notes app until I get my computer working.

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Hello! I’d like to encourage smut requests on my page, I write mostly for Og Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, and 2009 Jason Voorhees. I’d love to see your smutty ideas💕

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The night he came… home

Og! Michael Myers x Fem! reader.

Nsfw warning, minors DNI

Oct 31, 1978

Tonight is Halloween night. About two hours ago, you finished passing out candy to the neighborhood kids. A big thunderstorm swept Haddonfield, making most retreat indoors. You’re now lying back on your couch. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre plays on your small TV set. Screams from the movie fill the quiet living room as you unwrap and eat the remaining candy. Your eyes stay locked on the screen, too engrossed in the film playing before you to hear the back door ever so slowly opening.

You're snapped right out of the movie when you hear a loud crash, head whipping around to see what exactly happened, except the kitchen is pitch black, all the lights are off in your house, and the only light is emitted from the small TV screen. Your anxious mind blames it on the cat; they've knocked over various items plenty of times before. Thunder booms ominously from outside, rattling the old house. You grip your mug of cocoa tightly.

A long, drawn-out sigh slips from your lips as you stretch, bones quietly cracking after release. After pausing the movie, you walk over to the kitchen., You can't see anything, and shivers crawl up your spine as you stare into the void. Curtains are closed, and not even the streetlamps' light filters in. “Kitty Kitty Kitty,” you call out softly for your cat, the silence after feels like it stretches on for eternity, the only sound heard is the rain and thunder. You reach over, hands hovering over the light switch.

A harsh, resounding boom of bright white lightning cracks through the air, penetrating the lace curtains and lighting up the room for only a brief moment, but it's enough time to show you what is in your kitchen. A large man stands tall in the center of the room, his figure dark compared to everything else. He wears a white latex mask and mechanic coveralls. You let out a loud yelp of surprise, dropping your ceramic mug onto the tile, pieces of it flying everywhere.

You're quick to move, turning on your heel and running out quickly. You slip on the living room rug as you run, but are quick to rise back up as the adrenaline in your veins pumps through your body. Barely seen in the dark room, your cat is lying on the ground. You grab them, keeping them close to your chest as you now run to the door. Hope fills your body as you can now get away from the creep because you acted fast.

Your throat is grabbed, your body halted, and thrown against the wall. The cat hisses and jumps out of your arms, quickly padding down the hall and shooting up the stairs. You cough and sputter as he keeps your body still, tilting his head and studying you. From the TV screen, you can ever so faintly see his face, except it's not his, a whit, emotionless mask in its place, the eyes black, hollow pits. Your hands reach up to scratch and claw, desperately trying to get out of his hold, only for him to tighten his grasp.

Black harsh dots fill your vision as you soon start to slip away from consciousness. With a last-ditch effort, you reach the end table, picking it and smashing it against his head. He barely makes a sound as it shatters, a muffled groan slips through his lips, and his breathing gets heavier. He stumbles back, blocking the door to your freedom, so instead, while he's momentarily distracted, you bolt up the stairs. You cough, trying to suck air back in to your lungs.

You're at the top of the stairs, but he quickly follows behind. His recovery was quick, but his strides up the stairway are quicker. You run to your bedroom, slamming the door shut hands shakily attempting to lock the door. Everything goes quiet, your eyes locked onto the doorway, thunder rattles the foundation of your house. He hasn't tried to enter. A long sigh passes through your lips, and you move to the end table, picking up the rotary phone and dialing 911.

It’s dead silent, no off-hook tone, nothing. You dial again, and again, and again. Still, there is nothing. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Dread fills you as you come to realize that it won't work; the raging storm must have caused a power outage, you were just watching a movie, and it must have gone off when you were getting chased. A resounding crack comes from the door, your head whips around, and you see the wood of the door splintered.

You flinch when he does it again, this time his hand breaches through, wood shatters, and falls against the carpet, a fist-sized hole in the doorway. His hands reach for the metal handle, unlocking the door. Panic falls over you once again, you have no weapon, no defense against this dangerous man who's entered your home. His hand retreats, time falls to a stop, and movement happens; you wait anxiously for him to continue forcibly coming into your room.

It’s barely noticeable, he door slowly opens, you can't see anything, the storm slows, the sudden bolts of lightning that had allowed you to see briefly have vanished, leaving you in a pit of darkness that seems to envelope your very being, swallowing you whole. You can't see anything as you back away, gasping as your back hits the cold sheetrock wall. You can't see him, you can only strain your ears as you listen, listening as the door creaks on the rusty hinges as it opens, your entire mind feels like it stops when his breathing can be heard.

You start to scream when he roughly grabs you, this time shoving you face-first into the bed. You try to flail your arms back and hit him, but his calloused hands catch hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head and your other hand on the back of your neck. Desperately, you try to kick at his legs, he pushes his pelvis against your lower half to stop you from hurting him more, your backside pushing and rubbing against his front.

Almost instantly, the force keeping your hands locked lessens, his grip on your neck loosening. Hope fills you. Taking this as a chance, you push back against him to attempt to break free once more, except this time his hand shoots towards your hip, gripping it tightly, and under the latex mask, a moan is released from his lips. His breathing deepens, grip tightening once more, his hips mimicking the movement from before.

Embarrassment fills your body, heat rising to your cheeks as you realize what he's doing, his hips experimentally roll, pushing his pelvis against your ass before doing it once again, harder this time. He audibly sucks in his breath, letting out quiet moans as he rubs himself on you. His inexperience shows, hips sloppily thrusting and twitching, his rapidly quickening pace, and his unashamed moans that fill the empty room. Shame fills you next as heat fills your core, your lace panties soon begin to dampen.

Maybe if you let him continue his lustful ministrations, he will spare your life. You don't make any moves to object as he grabs your hips with both hands, moving your body with his as he sets a hard, punishing pace. His cock throbs angrily, the rough fabric creating a delicious friction each roll of his hips, his head lolls to the side as he quickly starts to reach his peak. Reluctantly, you begin to enjoy the bolts of pleasure that crackle through your body like the very lightning outside. You decide to help him, putting a hand against his stomach.

He huffs loudly, clearly not pleased that you're trying to stop him. A nightlight turns on at the power outlet on the other side of the room, illuminating his latex features. The power is finally back on, but there isn't much you can do now. There is no stopping his lust fueled actions. You continue, pulling down your shorts, your underwear quickly follows. His head tilts to the side as he watches curiously. He's eager to do the same and quickly pulls his zipper down, pushing off his boots carelessly, then shrugging off the mechanics' overalls. The mask stays on, he makes no move to remove it.

Your gaze lowers and your eyes are met with his large cock, you’re not surprised to see that he’s commando under his clothes, but surprised at the fact of his dick so huge. He’s thick, his cock bobbing down from its weight of itself, but what shocks you is his length. You can't make an exact estimate, but you can see he's around seven inches, prominent veins pulse along his shaft like a heartbeat, with a deep pink tip. He grabs and hoists you up, his grip like steel as he tosses your body on the bed like a rag doll, and he follows quickly after.

He hovers over you, bracing himself on his forearms as he studies your face, looking at how you try to hide the fact that you're enjoying it. He scooches closer, his meaty cock now pressed against your stomach. He reaches down and holds it in his hand, unaware of what he needs to do. You take it upon your self to guide him, anf with an eager touch you guide his cock against your entrance. Slicking his cock up against your pussy, you lube him up so you can easily take him. You know that it will be a challenge taking his cock.

He gets impatient, swatting your hand away and thrusting against your pussy. Humping through your folds, his tip nudges against your engorged clit each pump of his hips. He lets out a breathy whimper, head resting against your chest. He finally manages to catch against your entrance, the tip sliding in. He's panting, body wracked with pleasure as he uncontrollably shakes against you. You can't help but join him in letting out drawn-out moans when he pushes in deeper. He’s barely two inches in your pussy and he already needs to stop to breathe. His chest rising and falling rapidly each shaky breath he sucks in. His body is so unused to this feeling, never once has he felt something so pleasurable in his life, and he's like putty in your hands.

His body glistens with sweat, rubbing against your front as he pushes down on you. The air feels hot and heavy as he pants like a mutt in your ear, hes as eager as one. The mask is a hindrance to him in this moment, the white latex rubbing against his sweat-slicked face, the air damp and humid in the mask. Annoyed, he tugs and rips the mask off to breathe, sweat beads down his forehead and drips off his nose. you gasp at his handsome features. Your hands reach up and latch onto his short brown tresses, the umber colored curls soft in your hands. His eyes clamp tightly shut as he pushes another inch in. his adam apple bobs in his throat, breath hitching and heart pounding in his chest, pushing in deeper and deeper.

Your pained whimpers do nothing to deter him from pushing in all the way, his cock parting your gummy walls that seem to clamp on to him like a vice, your pussy gushing around his cock, slick dribbling down his penis and into the thatch of curly dark pubes. Sharp teeth clamp down on the crook of your neck, he tries desperately to keep his moans quiet. Soon his dick is speared all the way in your pussy, the muscle clinging tightly to his cock in a way that punches the air straight out of his and your lungs.

He braces himself up on his forearms, positioning himself so that he can hump in to you. Your pussy clings tightly on his cock as he starts to take it out, massaging and rubbing against his tip like a lovers embrace. “Please” you beg, he’s unsure of what you mean, but eager to do what you say in this moment. Before his cock can fully slip out hes pushing it back in, his hips jerk and twitch, his inexperience shows in the way he sloppily uses your pussy like a cocksleave.

After he gets used to the first couple of thrusts in your pussy, he’s like a wild beast. No longer taking his time, he pumps himself deep each thrust, battering against your cervix rapidly. “Sl..Slow down!” You whimper out, your poor cunt wasn’t prepped enough for the way he’s practically abusing it. His teeth that had been sunken into your neck release from it, strings of saliva and blood connecting his mouth to the bite mark. The feeling of his meaty cock pummeling your gooey walls. Saliva drips from his mouth and on to your tits that bounce from the way he fucks you.

His nose nudges against yours, your eyes open, wondering what he’s doing, you watch as he licks and nibbles against your face. You can barely tell what he’s doing through the haze of pleasure and the feeling of his giant dick. His tongue, slick and wet with globs of saliva lick all over your tits, your neck, and your mouth. His mouth on yours in a primal kiss of raw unbridled passion. Teeth clash against yours, his moans and whimpers like low vibrations against your skin. Your hands trail down the soft skin of his back, fingers running along his spine. Shaking as you try to find purchase on him, trying to keep ahold of him and your mental as you get fucked into rapture beyond your comprehension.

Your release is approached rapidly, building up in your core and in the pit of your stomach. You can’t help but cling desperately on to him. the way he fucks you like a damn wild animal, dick jamming in to your pussy over and over, it has you seeing stars. You babble incoherently, your pussy over sensitive from your first orgasam, and yet he keeps going until he will inevitably cum. He fucks you like he owns you, and maybe after this he does. “Oh fuck!” Light trails of white cream slick his cock even more, making his thrusts into your slippery pussy even easier. Your eyes clamp shut once more, nails scraping down his bare back. The pleasure is white-hot and searing and it ripples through your body. Your nails have left red welts along his back, leaving crescent shapes on his shoulders as they dig into his skin. It doesn’t deter him, in fact it sounds as if he gets pleasure from the pain. Low whiny moans and whimpers escape from his throat. His hands move and paw at each dip and curve of your body, trying to anchor himself, to gain some control back, but your pussy has him whipped.

It’s not much longer before his hips and jerk sporadically, his body shivering from the pleasure that builds from his cock, deep into the base of his spine and shoots through every nerve of his body. He can’t keep himself up anymore, body collapsed on yours. His eyes, once blank, controlled with no ounce of emotion breaking through, look deep into yours, glossy with tears he won’t let fall, brows raised as he looks down at you with pleasure written all over his face. He shudders as he shoves his dick as deep as it can go, tip nudging against your sweet spot. Your eyes widen, hand on his chest to push him back but it’s too late. “Wait-“

You gasp when you feel hot, thick cum filling the deepest depths of your wet cunt, teeth gritting together at the pressure of his load fills you up. Rope after rope, it’s unending, like he’s been keeping it in all his life and everything is coming crashing down on him, his grip on your hips sure to leave bruises long after this moment. His body tremors and shakes from the weight of his first orgasam, the room smells of the heady scent of sex, your sweaty bodies rub against another. After what feels like forever you both come down, breathing back to normal. Your eyelids slowly start to close, after getting fucked so thoroughly, you can’t stay awake any longer, the same goes for him.

His head lays on your chest, the beast within him stated. Through half lidded eyes you look down at the man before you, his breathing has slowed, his hands which once were on your hips now wrapped around your torso. You’ve awakened something inside him that he can never forget. As you both start to sleep, you realize allowing him to fuck you might have saved your life and many more. The boogeyman’s plan to kill tonight halted, instead he’s now balls deep in your pussy, cock plugging and keeping his spend in your deepest depths. Unknowingly your pussy had saved the lives of many tonight. You are undoubtedly his.

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Join me in Death Pt3

Thomas Hewitt x Fem! Reader

You jolt awake suddenly, sweat beading at your forehead as your heart pounds in your chest. Sitting up quickly, you wipe the sleep from your eyes, trying to figure out what woke you. A beam of harsh light suddenly strikes your face, and you wince, instinctively raising a hand to block it.

Your gaze shifts toward the source of the light, and fear shoots up your spine when you realize what you’re seeing. The door is open again, no mistake this time. You remember distinctly closing it before you fell asleep, yet now it stands ajar, as if inviting something or someone inside.

Even though your mind screams that you closed it, a small part of your brain tries to rationalize. Maybe the door didn’t latch properly; maybe it just naturally swings open after a while. You hesitate, then slowly reach out. You jolt awake suddenly, sweat beading at your forehead as your heart pounds in your chest. Sitting up quickly, you wipe the sleep from your eyes, trying to figure out what woke you. A beam of harsh light suddenly strikes your face, and you wince, instinctively raising a hand to block it.

Your gaze shifts toward the source of the light, and fear shoots up your spine when you realize what you’re seeing. The door is open again, no mistake this time. You remember closing it before you fell asleep, yet now it stands ajar.

Even though your mind screams that you closed it, a small part of your brain tries to rationalize. Maybe the door didn’t latch properly; maybe it just naturally swings open after a while. You hesitate, then slowly reach out and close the door again, pushing it shut with deliberate care. You wait, holding your breath, but this time, the door stays closed.

Just as you’re about to give up and settle back into sleep, you hear hushed whispers coming from the room on the other side of the hall. Soft, urgent voices, barely loud enough to be understood. “Luda, we need to get it over with already,” Hoyt whispers, his tone low but tense. “Now’s our chance.”

You instinctively edge the door open just a crack, cringing at the incessant creak of the hinges as it swings. Your ears strain to catch what they’re saying, trying to make sense of the hushed voices.

“Charlie, I want to keep this one,” Luda Mae’s voice replies, equally quiet but firm. “I’m not getting any younger, and with you and Thomas so busy, I don’t get much help around here. It’s starting to take a toll on me. Honestly, it would be nice to have a young woman around here, and I know it would do good for my Tommy.”

The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning, as you stand frozen in the dark doorway, the weight of what you’ve just overheard sinking in. The color drains from your face, fear settling deep into your stomach and shooting through your bones. Were they talking about you? Were they considering taking you? You hear Hoyt speak up again before your brain can make up another excuse to rationalize the situation.

“Stop calling me that. It’s Hoyt Ma, and dont give me that bulshit, I can just get the boy to help you more, and why would keeping some slut around do him good anyway? It would just distract him more.” Their hushed bickering continues, your hand falls from the handle, your eyes wide as you take a shaky step back. “We can just go up there and get it over with,” you hear him say, you feel sick to your stomach, covering your mouth as bile rises in your throat. You have to do something, and quickly. They will be up here soon.

Your eyes frantically search the room, there isn't any safe place to hide, they would expect you to be under the bed or in the cramped closet. Your sight gets caught on a window, tiptoeing over to the windowsill, you try to open it. It resists but opens. Along the house, going up is old lattice, aged and most likely rotten. You hesitate, being on the second story means the drop could be fatal if you hit your head, but all apprehension is quickly forgotten when the sound of muffled footsteps comes from inside the house.

Your body is filled with adrenaline, you're quick to crawl through the window, you grab the window for stability, setting your foot on the aged lattice. Soon your whole body is through the window, the lattice barely holding on do to how old it is. By the time you’re halfway down, they are in the room, Hoyt’s voice can be heard as he realizes you've disappeared “Damnit! The bitch is gone! Tommy! Tommy wake your ass up!” his voice is urgent as he calls through the house.

The wood creaks and groans under your weight as you quickly try to descend. As your foot rests on the next hole, it breaks, your balance is thrown off, and the sudden movement causes the part you're holding on to break off as well. You’re sent tumbling to the ground, falling into dead brush, it doesn't do much to lessen your fall, pain shoots through you as you hit your foot, a sickening crack sounding through the air, a pained yelp following shortly after.

The man peeks his head out through the window. Upon seeing your body amongst the shrubs, he grins, “There she is!” his body leans back in, and he's no doubt going to come out here. Even as the pain emanating from your food wracks through your entire body, you stand up and limp away. Adrenaline courses through your body, and you can feel the fear pumping in your veins, causing you to run faster. Far behind you, the front door slams open, and the revving of a chainsaw can be heard; there's no doubt in your mind they are coming for you.

Every part of your being shakes with fear as you run, your mind struggles to comprehend that this is reality. The entire time you were there, they were plotting to kidnap you and do god knows what. Tears prick your eyes at the sound of loud footsteps hitting the ground rapidly, in your terror-stricken mind, it feels as if the entire earth shakes under the man's steps, each time his boots hit the ground feels as if it sends a painful anxiety through your very being. His chainsaw is revving behind you, like a constant purr emitting from the engine; it's so loud that it feels like it's right behind you. You wince as small branches thwack against your face, your scalp burns as your hair gets caught up in twigs, you push on, you can't afford to stop running.

Suddenly, everything stops as you come crashing down against the dirt, your injured foot had gotten snagged in the vines under you, causing you to tumble to the ground. Before you can pick yourself, Thomas’s hand grabs at the back of your skull, tugging you backwards, your pained yell reverberates through the cold midnight air.

Before the man can do anything, Hoyt comes up from behind him, a 12-gauge resting against his shoulder. A shit eating grin spreads along his face. “Now, now Tommy, let's just bring her back. Gonna show her what happens when a little birdie thinks they can just fly away.” You so desperately want to scream, to yell, but the pain coursing through your body hinders you from doing so.

Tommy stops his chainsaw, casting it aside on the ground, and goes to reach you. His calloused hands grip your waist, and he hoists you on his shoulder. Even as you fight against him, it's impossible to escape his iron grasp. After he places you on his shoulder, keeping his arm wrapped around you, he leans down and grabs the chainsaw with his free hand. You become lightheaded from this position, causing you to feel drowsy as he makes his journey back to the house with you on his shoulder.

Even though you're locked firmly on his shoulder, that doesn't stop you from trying just about anything to get out. Your fingers claw and dig into his back, and then you sink your teeth into his arm, which causes him to let out a pained groan and stumble, but before you can take advantage of it, Hoyt smacks you. A searing slap that causes your mouth to let go. “I will pull out every one of your fucking teeth with a pliers if you do that to my nephew again.” his words cause you to immediately stop.

They reach the porch, dread fills you as you are once again brought into this house, tears drip from your eyes and onto the back of Thomas’ shirt. Luda Mae sees them carrying you, she instantly starts to complain to Hoyt, “Hoyt, I told you I wanted to keep this one, look how roughed up she is!” he sets his gun down in its case before turning back to Luda, they seem to argue a lot. “Ma, you can't be serious.” She keeps a stern face, and he groans. Their argument quickly continues.

You can feel your heart pumping, your consciousness barely hanging on as pressure builds up in your brain from hanging like this for so long. Their words are muffled in your head, and just when you're about to slip into unconsciousness, you're tossed on the ground, you cough and sputter as you try to sit up. Your wrists are quickly grabbed. “Get her in the basement, Tommy,” he sharply orders.

His grip on your wrists is bruising, his grip like steel as your body is dragged behind him against the dusty wooden floor. He tugs you down the stairs, your body bumping down each step. Your back is submerged in the cold water on the basement floor. You kick and scream, trying to get out, but to no avail. The air is knocked out of your lungs when he shoves you against the stone wall, his hot and heavy breaths hitting your face as he looks down at you with anger. Before he could do anything to you, Hoyt called out for him from the top of the stairway. “Get your ass up here tommy.” He calls out to Tommy, the argument upstairs between him and Luda still going. Tommy’s gaze turns away from your thrashing body to look up at him.

“I said, get up here, boy!” Hoyt barks out impatiently. Thomas is quick to move; he grabs the rope sitting on top of a shelf and is quick to get you tied up. He binds your wrists together swiftly, the tight knots keeping your hands behind your back. He then grabs your ankle, pain shoots through your foot as he ties your ankles together. After he's done, he's quick to leave you abandoned in the murky water that covers the dank cellar floor. Turning and heading up the stairs, Thomas is quick to go to where he is needed without question. Hoyt keeps his eyes on you the entire time, licking his lips lke a damn dog. “You just sit tight now, Darlin’.”

The door slams shut and rattles ominously. You squirm in the water, trying to get up from the ice-cold water. You manage to set yourself upright against the cellar wall. You cough and sputter from the muddy water. After finally managing to catch your breath, you let out ear-piercing screams. “Please help me!” you screech, fat salty tears rolling down your cheeks, dripping off your chin. Even as you try to fight against your horrifying circumstances, you know deep down there is no one out here to save, not anything for miles. Your screaming subsides, your throat scratchy from the previous drawn-out screams as you sob quietly.

Everything hurts. Your mind is filled with nothing but the agonizing pain of your body and the terrifying truth of your situation. The pain is so deep, spikes of aching, throbbing pain shoot through each bone in your body. Without a doubt, you know you at least fractured your foot, and with the adrenaline rush dissipating from your body, the pain only increases to an agonizing degree. Their shouts of disagreement are muffled, barely heard in the foul-stenched basement. As your eyes adjust, you can now see everything scattered across the basement, and you wish you could unsee it. You wish this would all disappear.

A large table is illuminated by a small lightbulb hanging above it, blood and meaty residue are strewn across the table, alongside tools which were no doubt used in the carnage. Meat hooks are lined on the farthest wall, ones that are still occupied. A skinned corpse hangs from a hook, being bled out into the bucket below it. Gone are its skin, eyes, and hair. Some limbs are missing, a leg missing from all the way up to their thigh, fingers snapped off, and the meat of the breasts is completely gone. The sight sets a deep pit into your stomach, the image is something you can never forget, even if you push it into the deepest parts of your mind.

Even when you turn away, you can't stop the fluid from pushing up and out of your mouth. Chunky puke splatters across your chest and into the water below, and you grimace at the feeling. You turn away successfully as you heave out another wave of vomit, rising in the water that you're forced to be in. Even turning away didn't help, looking up to the shelves, you see jars of different body parts of humans and animals alike. Eyes, teeth, fingers, ears, and things you can't even tell what they are. Your eyes clamp shut, you wail in agony, you want nothing more than for all of this to end. “Please,” you beg to no one. “Help me!” you scream in agony, a futile attempt in the end.

Time seems to stretch on forever in this basement, a cold, painful truth that this i your reality, and there is nothing you can do about it. The words of their yelling from upstairs soon just become a buzzing noise in your mind, and your eyes stare blankly ahead of you. This is all real, the blood, the meat, the ropes digging into your wrists and ankles, the very people upstairs who have kidnapped you are real. Your chest heaves and your breathing quickens as you are forced to take in this reality. You crawl deep into your mind, trying to forget that this is all real.

“This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real.” You repeat. Soon, your eyes flutter shut, tears flowing just as quickly as they were earlier, as your body starts to shut down. Gone is the adrenaline, the push to keep on trying; your body is worn out, and pain is your only feeling and emotion at this instant. You can't keep up with everything that has happened, and you slowly begin to fall back asleep.

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Almost died from a gas leak, so I won’t be posting for a while😭

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Join me in Death pt2

Thomas Hewitt x fem reader

Sorry for slow updates! There will be another chapter very quickly. Not proofread.

Your leg jitters nervously beneath the table, nails tapping softly against the cold oak surface of the large, rickety dining table. The kitchen is quiet, only the faint sizzle of meat in the pan breaks the stillness. The air feels thick, heavy with unspoken words, as if the silence itself is oozing with tension. You catch yourself drifting back to that man from earlier, Tommy, was it? Luda Mae had said she lived here with her sons, but they were older than you expected.

Glancing over, you see her standing over the stove, stirring a pan of meat with slow, deliberate movements. Deciding to break the silence, you finally speak, voice low but sharp enough to cut through the quiet: “So, you said you live with your sons, yes?” She turns her head slightly, flashing you a gentle, knowing smile before returning to her cooking. “Yes, I sure do. You’ve already met them. Hoyt and Thomas.”

Your eyes widen, surprised. They looked nothing alike, not to mention their noticeable age difference. Still, you remain polite. You don't want to go assuming things. Her expression shifts subtly, and her tone softens to almost a hushed whisper, like she doesn't want anyone else to hear. “Tommy’s my youngest. He’s a quiet boy, doesn’t talk much. But I promise, he means no harm, just had a hard life, that’s all...” Her voice trails off, and her aged hand grips the pan handle a little tighter, a flicker of sorrow crossing her features.

You bite the inside of your cheek. Wanting to ask more questions, you hesitate, unsure if it’s appropriate. You don’t want to pry; whatever she was hinting at earlier seemed serious, maybe even painful. “Is that why, when I walked in, he was wearing that... mask?” Your voice is soft, cautious, trying not to sound judgmental, and you’re genuinely curious about the man you saw earlier.

She looks over at you again, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studies you, as if weighing your intentions. Her gaze lingers, searching for any signs of judgment or misunderstanding. The silence stretches between you two, thick and heavy, until she finally speaks.

“He was born with some facial... problems,” she says lightly, almost dismissively, as if it’s nothing. “But that doesn’t mean anything to me. I love my boy all the same.” Her tone is defensive, a shield to protect her feelings and her son, and you can sense the deep well of love and pride behind her words.

You notice the slight tremor in her voice, the way her hands tighten on the edge of the stove, and you realize she’s protecting herself as much as her son. You nod slowly, understanding more than she might realize.

“I understand, ma’am,” you say softly, looking down at your hands on the table.

Time quickly slips away, and before you know it, you’re helping Luda Mae set the table. You carefully place the porcelain white plates and arrange the silverware accordingly, seeing you work makes Luda still, and she gently ushers you to sit down.

“You're our guest. Why don’t you just sit for a bit, and I’ll handle the rest,” she says softly, her voice calm and reassuring. Before you can respond, she quickly turns and leaves the room, heading back into the kitchen.

You sit at the table, your leg bouncing anxiously beneath you. The silence stretches on, thick and heavy, until suddenly the floorboards creak loudly, an abrupt, sharp noise that seems to cut through the stillness. Your head snaps up to see who has entered the room.

It’s Hoyt, standing in the doorway, his expression bitter as he looks you up and down. His tone is blunt and short, lacking any politeness. “Where’s Luda?” he asks, his voice edged with impatience, clearly not interested in engaging in conversation. His eyes search the room briefly.

You shakily clear your throat, trying to gather your nerves. “She went into the kitchen, sir,” you reply softly. His eyes linger on you for a moment, his eyes flickering down to your body a couple of times too many, before he offers a thin, almost mocking smile and turns away, leaving the room. A shiver runs down your spine from that interaction, and you find yourself gripping the edge of the table tightly.

More time passes, the ticking of the clock filling the silence like a slow, steady drum. You hear faint voices from the other room—murmurs and grumbles, whispers that sound strained and tense. You hesitate, unsure whether to check on them, but you tell yourself there’s nothing wrong with offering a quick check to see if everything’s alright.

Carefully, the chair legs scrape against the dusty floor as you slowly get up from the table. You start to move toward the kitchen, but something makes you pause. You freeze in place, listening intently. You can now hear them—hushed whispers, low grumbles, almost like arguments.

“Just let me get this over with already, damn it,” Hoyt mutters in a hushed, frustrated tone, his voice tense with impatience. “It’s been going on long enough.”

Luda Mae quickly interrupts, her voice sharp but controlled. “Oh, you just stop it, Hoyt. You know I don’t get much socializing these days. Besides, this is the only one I somewhat like.”

Your ears strain to catch more of their conversation, but suddenly, the sound of heavy footfalls can be heard coming down the stairs cuts through the hushed voices. You straighten up instinctively and take a step back, backing away from the doorway. You stand perfectly still in the dim, drab dining room, your heart pounding slightly as you listen to their footsteps fading into the distance.

The large man from earlier enters the room. He wears a tattered, dirty striped button-up shirt, stained brown work pants, sturdy black boots, and most prominently, a black leather mask tied tightly around the lower half of his face. Tommy stands tall and rigid, his gaze scanning around the room with a tense aura around him.

You speak up once more, your voice cutting through the heavy silence. “They’re in the kitchen still.” The words hang in the air briefly before the quiet returns, thick and oppressive. You can't help but cringe at the palpable tension filling the space. A small wave of regret passes through you. Maybe you should have just stayed at your truck instead of bothering this strange family.

Feeling awkward and out of place standing in their home, your thoughts are suddenly interrupted as Luda Mae and Hoyt enter the room. Hoyt mutters something under his breath, a low, grumbling sound that’s quickly silenced by a sharp glare from Luda Mae. Without another word, he heads toward the living room, but not before returning and wheeling in an older man in a wheelchair.

Everyone takes a seat at the table. You notice Thomas’s eyes almost burning into your skull, staring deeply and unblinkingly, making you slightly uncomfortable. Luda Mae begins serving generous, heaping plates of food—mashed potatoes topped with gravy, warm biscuits, and what appears to be pulled pork.

“Thank you, Luda,” you say softly, expressing your gratitude. “For this dinner and for letting me spend the night.” She waves your thanks off with a warm smile. “No need to thank me. Now, go ahead and eat,” she replies kindly, her tone light and welcoming.

You grasp your fork and stab into a piece of the meat. As you bring it to your mouth and take a bite, your expression shifts. The taste is unfamiliar, almost strange. The texture feels peculiar, almost like pork, but not quite. It’s different from anything you’ve ever had.

“What meat did you use for this, if you don’t mind me asking?” you inquire, lifting your eyes from the plate to the others around the table. Once your gaze lifts, you see everyone staring at you. A small knot of anxiety tightens in your stomach, but you quickly dismiss it. They haven’t seen you before, that’s why they’re staring. Or so you tell yourself.

Hoyt, with a creepy smile, bares his teeth slightly. “That’s a family secret,” he says proudly.

Luda Mae nods and grins. “Tommy here handles the meat, used to be a butcher at the slaughterhouse,” she adds, her voice tinged with pride.

A heavy silence settles once again. The man in the wheelchair hasn't spoken a word, instead shoveling food into his mouth quietly. You glance over at Tommy, who remains silent, eyes cast downward toward his plate. He doesn’t like the attention.

You decide to break the silence, speaking softly to Tommy. “Well, it’s very good, Thomas.” Your tone is gentle and polite, careful not to come across as rude. Luda Mae’s gaze flicks toward you, her expression warm but with an undercurrent of pride. She smiles, proud of her son. “That’s right. My Tommy’s a great butcher, slaughters everything himself, just like he used to at the slaughterhouse.”

Thomas keeps his gaze low, eyes fixed on his food. He doesn’t enjoy the spotlight, that much is certain. The room settles into a quiet stillness once more. Suddenly, Hoyt clears his throat, breaking the silence. “So, what are you doing around these parts, girl?” he asks bluntly, his tone direct and uninviting.

You swallow quickly, your stomach tightening as you hurriedly finish the bite you were chewing. “My grandfather left me his house, so I came to Texas to check it out,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

He nods slowly, then begins to look you up and down, as if weighing you like a piece of meat. “Mhm... you tell anyone you were coming to Texas?” he asks, his tone casual but with an edge that makes you uneasy.

His sudden, personal questions catch you off guard, surprising you. You hesitate for a moment before responding. “No, I don’t see the point, considering I wasn’t going to be gone for long. Why do you ask?”

He just shrugs, dismissing it. “Nothing, just… good to know,” he says, and the line of questioning abruptly ends. The air remains thick with unspoken tension, but the conversation moves on, leaving you with a lingering sense of unease. That man gives you the creeps.

Dinner quickly ends, and you help bring the dishes to the sink for Luda. She smiles warmly. “How about I bring you upstairs, hmm? It's awfully late. Your eyes flicker over to the window, and no light streams in from the old lace curtains, now pitch black outside. You turn back to Luda. “Okay, thank you again for letting me stay.”

her hand is on your back as she leads you upstairs, a large grin on her aged face “Belive me, its our pleasure to have you hear, were really glad you came” she voices ina strange manner, not quite understanding but you cant question it because she leads you in the room and closes the door, leaving you alone in your thoughts.

You analyze the room, it's outdated, and clearly not kept in good condition, but nonetheless, you're thankful. Your brows furrow, noticing your bag left on your bed. You had left it downstairs earlier this evening, someone must have brought it up. Most likely Luda or Thomas

After such a long day of driving, you're ready to finally go to bed, your body aches from stiffness. The past two days have been nothing but driving, and a nice warm bed is what you need. Opening your bag, you reach into it, rummaging through your clothing looking for something nice to sleep in. You decide on a pair of soft sleep shorts and a thin tank top. You take off your top, then your pants. You look into the mirror as you take off your bra and toss it into the bag, a long sigh of relief leaves you after finally being able to take off your bra.

You bend down to take off your cotton panties, and then you hear a loud thump in the hallway. Your gaze shoots over to the doorway, which is now slightly ajar. Didn’t Luda Mae hastily close it after guiding you up here? You walk over to the door and only open it slightly, just enough to poke your head out.

You can see in the open bathroom door a reflection of Thomas, his eyes shooting around as he haphazardly tries to busy himself; you could feel shame radiating off of him from here. Did he open your door? You shudder just thinking that, but you push those feelings aside. You're probably just being paranoid. It felt wrong to blame the poor guy.

Quickly putting on your clothes for the night, you are finally ready to sleep. Turning off the light, you head over to the old spring bed, the springs creak as you lay down, this bed has seen better days, it sags in the middle because of the ruined frame, the mattress is flat and sad looking, and their is strange marks on the top of the bed post.

Your eyes start to droop, and it's now hard to stay awake. After such a long and demanding day, you've earned this rest. Finally, allowing your body to succumb to sleep, you can now drift off to slumber.

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Join me in Death pt1

Thomas Hewitt X Fem! Reader

Sorry this is very short, I have work in the morning. Not proofread

The old, bumpy road feels like it stretches on forever; there are no winding turns, no large hills, and just a long Texas roadway. The bright, sweltering sun beats down on you through your truck's windows. A few weeks have passed since your grandfather's passing, you found out from receiving a note in his will, in which note revealed he left you his old property in the countryside of Texas. You have a few memories of the place from when you were younger. Your grandpa was a reserved man, which reflected on his home. It was in the middle of nowhere, you are positive that there wasn't a town in any direction for at least 30 miles, and he only had one neighbor that lived a mile away from his home, on the other side of the forest that was on the edge of his property in the back. He didn’t live with anyone in the years leading up to his death that you know of.

Your gaze flicks over to the map laid out on the console now and then, looking to see if you're still on the right track. After another hour of driving, you see your tank is slowly running out, with just barely any gas left. You hope you can find a gas station soon. After a few miles pass by, you see a decrepit building on the side of the road, it appears to be a rundown gas station, at least you hope. You pull into the lot and let out a sigh of relief as you see gas pumps. You park alongside one of the rusted pumps and get out of your vehicle. Scanning the pump, you see a large sticker on its side. ‘NO GAS’ in bold red lettering.

You groan in frustration, gazing around the parking lot at the other pumps you see most with the same or similar stickers on them. Some were out of order, and some with no gas as well. Wiping the sweat off your brow, you decide to head inside, pushing open the shabby doo,r you enter the rundown store. There isn’t a lot on the shelves, just some old cans with a layer of thick dust on the tops, and a lot of car parts. A few bikers are in the store, scanning you as you walk in. You’re definitely out of place here. An older woman sits behind the desk, a worn-out book in her hands. Her gaze lifts from her book to glance at you, giving you a once-over before ultimately returning to her book. A nervous smile stretches along your face as you walk over to the front counter. “Ma’am? Do you happen to know when there will be gas? My truck is almost completely out.” You quickly try to explain yourself.

“I’m afraid there isn’t any more gas until this evening, maybe even as late as tomorrow,” she tells you in her shaky voice, her tone soft and quiet. This is the last thing you need, after being on the roads for hours, all you want is to get to the property to check it out. “Do you think there is another gas station nearby?” you ask with your voice filled with hope, but it’s quickly shattered when she shakes her head no. You look outside at your truck, the heat and humidity are appalling, just the thought of going outside in this weather makes you shudder. The older woman picks up on your distress and speaks up once more. “I got a place nearby, not too far from here, how about after I close up, you can spend the night with me and my boys?” she offers up. It sounds like a blessing right now, considering your situation, but you can't help but feel a pang of uneasiness, like a gut feeling about it. The lady seems kind enough, so you shake off the feeling. “Well, I wouldn't want to intrude.” She smiles at your hesitancy, waving you off. After a bit of chatting, you both introduce yourself. “M’names Luda, you’re new to these parts ain't ya?” She has a big grin on her face, making your anxiety and nervousness disappear. “Yes, ma'am, my grandfather passed away and has recently left me his property. I was going to check it out.” She nods her head as she listens to your story, saying her condolences about your grandpa.

A couple of hours pass, and the sun sets, making the sky a deep orange with a deep red along the horizon. You sit upon an old bench outside the store with Luda. Her leg bounces repeatedly up and down. It's clear she’s waiting for someone. Just as you’re about to speak up about her impatience, an old police cruiser pulls into the parking lot. The old cruiser’s door creaks open, and an older man steps out. “Where the hell have you been, Charlie!? You’re half an hour l,” she scolds the older man, but with no real malice behind her words. She rises from the rickety wooden bench as the man walks over. “It’s Hoyt,” he’s quick to correct her, standing tall and rigid, and then his gaze falls on you. His brows furrowed, looking you up and down. His eyes stay a little too long on your chest, then meeting your eyes before turning back to Luda Mae, he begins to speak, clearly about to question you, but he’s cut off. “Her truck’s out of gas, told her she can stay the night at our place.”

It It becomes quiet, an awkward silence as they stare at each other, silently communicating something that you can’t quite understand, their eyes falling on you before they both quickly straighten up. “You’ll have to ride in the back.” Hoyt’s words cut through the silence, and the thick tension still lingers in the air. You nod your head quickly, moving to follow them and get in the cruiser. The door groans and creaks loudly as you open it up, the hinges are rusted, and there aren't any handles on the inside since it's a police vehicle. The two settle in the front, the engine roars to life, and he begins to pull out of the gas station’s parking lot. You gaze out at the vast Texas terrain, and the conversation they're having in the front begins to fade as you get lost in thought. You just want this day to be over so you can get back on the road, But that will have to wait until tomorrow.

You’re snapped out of your daydreaming when the cruiser begins to slow, hitting every bump and pothole on the dirt road. Looking outside you can see a very old farm house. Hoyt, or whatever his name is, roughly opens the door to let you out. Eyeing you up once again. As you walk up the beaten path you make sure to follow closely behind Luda. The stairs to the small porch wobble at the littlest amount of weight applied to them, you make sure to watch your step. Luda opens the door for you and signals to walk in first, and you quickly do so. Whispering something to Hoyt in the background. The home is dark, only a small light bulb flickering on the ceiling. As you turn to look into the hallway, your body collides with someone firm, you look up to see a large man, dark curly hair falling over his face, a face that’s hidden away partially by a black mask. He roughly grabs you and you gasp. His calloused hands rough and his grip hard like steel on your shoulders.

“Tommy quit fucking around with the guest.” Hoyt yells at that man, his hands quickly fall from your shoulder as you move a few steps back, Luda Mae shuts the door and walks over to you and the large man. He backs away as well, eyeing you up silently. “I’m so sorry honey, he wasn’t expecting you is all, we don’t get much people around here. Here why don’t you join us for dinner now? It’ll be real quick” after your heart settles down you let out a sigh, agreeing to her words and let her guide you to the kitchen.

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Needy

König x Fem! Reader

Hi! I won’t be posting for a while/haven’t been posting because of some things happening, but I made this a while ago so I’ll post it. I’ll be posting again in about a month or so.

SMUT

MINORS DNI

König was needy, there is no doubt about that. He can’t live without you, can’t breathe, can’t sleep can’t think. It’s like his whole world stops spinning and his heart stops beating when he has to separate himself from you. His darling. Deployments are the worst, his mind muddled as all he can think about is his beautiful woman back home.

Most nights when he’s gone are spent secretly pumping his fat cock to photos of you, some innocent and some of those dirty little photos he begged for you to send. Dressed in that cute pink bra and pantie set he bought you, even begged for you to where his dog tags and cum on your tits, thick ropes covered your breasts and face, the silver around your neck absolutely covered in cum.

His teammates have caught him, more then once, he’s a desperate pathetic man without his liebe. He’s not ashamed, not one bit when all he can think about is that pretty face and sexy body. It gets worse when he’s almost done with his deployments, just the thought of seeing you has him quickly going to the bathroom while palming his cock to jerk himself off until he’s shooting blanks.

Once he’s home, he’s all over you. Not even attempting to get out of his gear and just bending you over the couch, lifting the pretty little sundress and bunching it above your hips, his swollen cock hurting as he sees your wearing his favorite pair of panties, a delicate lacy baby blue thong. He hooks his finger on the lace garment, moving it to the side as he tugs out his cock.

He doesn’t even last that long, his tip pushes in for the first time in four months and he cums on the spot. It doesn’t deter him, not once bit, just fucking his seed deeper into your warm cunt, humping you like an animal in heat. Load after load he spills into that sweet pussy, mumbling incoherent words, mixed German and English. After each bust he switches the position, now on the floor as he pumps himself in from behind, whole body weight crushing you while he pants on you like he just ran a marathon, drool dribbling on your back from his mouth wide open.

It’s almost like every couple of thrusts he’s orgasming, whimpering in your ear, moaning almost louder then you. Creamy seed coats his cock, a small ring of the fluid at the base and dribbling down his balls. “Say you’re mine, tell me who you belong to..” he moans out, holding your hand, gently caressing the wedding band on your finger. You can barely speak when he fucks you so good, cock drunk from the amazing sex. “M’yours…” you squeak out, barely heard from the slapping of your ass against his pelvis, sloppy wet pussy and both of your moans intertwined with one another, your definitely getting a noise complaint from the neighbors.

Your pussy I’d so sensitive from his big cock pounding into you for the last half hour, eyes rolling into the back of your eyes as you orgasm just from that massive fucking cock alone, he’s too fucked dumb to do anything else other then fuck you as much as possible. He coos sweet praises to you, punctuating his words each thrust. “Love this fucking pussy… missed it so much.” His cock carves and leaves a place only he will ever reach, claiming it as his each time he shoot’s his load into you, neither of you would have it any other way.

Hickeys scatter your thighs, breasts, neck, shoulder, back and collar bones. His sharp teeth digging in to your back trying to quit himself but that’s impossible, you make him fucking crazy, make his cock impossiblelu hard, no woman could ever have this effect on him like you do, never. Your pussy is like a warm embrace he’s never had, holding him and sucking him back in each time his fat dick leaves your depths only to plunge back in one more.

After countless orgasms his hips stutter, collapsing on top of you as his cock softens in your gummy walls, trapping his loads inside you and keeping it as far in your depths as possible. Your knees are rubbed raw from the carpet, hips bruised from his grip on them and ass red from his powerful hips slapping against them each sloppy thrust. He turns you on your back and nuzzles against you, face planted straight between your tits, moaning sweet praises to you. It stays like this for a while until he carries you into the bathroom and takes a bath with you while talking about your time while separated.

He can’t leave your side, not after those long periods without you, it’s physically impossible for him, always finding every excuse to be with his darling, you’re his whole reason for being. You can never feel unwanted from the way he is obsessed with you, he will do anything for you. These things will always reassure his devotion to you.

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König x fem! reader

Smut, pwp, unprotected sex, cream pies, floor sex. Not proofread.

MINORS DNI!

“F-fuck prinzessin…” König let’s out a garbled moan as his thick cock slides in and out of your sloppy cunt. Walls clenching him and desperately sucking his cock back in each time he pulls out, just to batter himself back in. His teeth sinking in to your shoulder as he tries to silence the high pitched moans. Your pussy does wonders to him. Squelches of your pussy wet all over his meaty cock echos lousy throughout the living room, mixed in with the moans and slapping of flesh. Oh how you make him get so fucking worked up.

It started just from simple play fighting, wrestling on the ground, letting you win so he could feel you on top of him, thighs squeezed around his waist and holding his hands above his head. even something so simple had got his cock to chub up in his boxers. Pressing uncontrollably against the straining fabric and his heavy duck now pressed against your clothed slit. Anything you do makes his cock harden and twitch angirly no matter how small it may be, his cock begging to find home in your tight hole, length strangled by gummy walls. He couldn’t refrain from holding your hands down and humping your ass, it’s not his fault Engel! You look too sweet to resist. Too fuckable. a wet spot forming on his sweats the longer he grinds lazily between the mounds of your ass. Pulling them apart to hump his length through, his calloused hands pawing needily at every inch he can reach of that plush body of yours. “Please..” he begs.

His whole body is on you, his thick muscled bicep contracted around your neck as he shakily pounds into you from behind. He tries to be gentle, really he does, to take it easy on his Süsse. He can’t stop himself though, he’s animalistic with the way he fucks his length into that pretty little pussy, Pure animalistic desire that turns his brains into mush, a raw man. His brain is shut off, drool leaking on your shoulder down to your collar bones where hickeys and bite marks are scattered across the area.

“Meine liebe… f-fucking… shit!” he cant even finish his sentences, just saying words without knowing half of what he’s saying. His big hands grabbing at your hips, flipping you on your back, his big eyes hungrily looking you up and down before leaning down to your nipples and sucking greedily as he resumes his hard pace. His teeth grazing the sensitive buds.

Words couldn’t come out of your mouth even if you tried your hardest, mind zeroed in on him and only him. Legs hooked around his thick hips and hands exploring the scarred expanse of his back, palm sliding down to squeeze his ass, pushing him in more and more. His fingers finally trail down to your clit, fingers pushing hard in circles making your gummy walls clenched around his cock even tighter, making him groan and finally spill deep into your depths. His hands and mouth don’t relent, only until after he gets you to your aching release, the searing hot coil in your tummy snappin, gushing all over his cock, now softening in your pussy.

Heavy panting is all that’s heard, his lips unlatching from your tits, drool trailing all over your chest as he raises himself, he fucked you and himself dumb. Half lidded eyes staring happily and stupidly at you. His eyes trail down that perfect body to where your bodies connect. Lips stretched taut around that long thick cock and cum spills down to his heavy balls. His face flushed again, his cock soon gardens again, body shaking from excitement. “Scheiße, please I need to keep going…”

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Dad’s best friend! Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warning: Smut

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Dbf!Simon, when visiting his friend, finds out he has a daughter. A pretty girl back from college on summer break. Young and beautiful with a promising future, a sweet thing really. He knows he shouldn't be looking, to keep his gaze away from his best friend's daughter, but he can't help but let his eyes trail up her figure. Up her legs to her perfect ass, up her enticing curves to soft breasts. The hard peaks up her nipples teasing him in the tight fabric of her tank top.

Dbf!Simon keeps his distance for a long time, watching from afar. Never acting on his urges, but he can’t help but look, he's a man after all. Admiring the soft curves of her figure, eyes almost never leave her perfect body. He can’t help but feel guilty when he ignores his best friend because he's too distracted looking at her to bend down to grab her phone. Her shorts riding up her thighs and gripping on to her ass making his jeans feel almost impossibly tight. He’s surprised his friend never picked up on it, considering he was ogling unabashedly.

Dbf!Simon excusing himself from the conversation to use the bathroom, only to fuck into his fist with a fast pace. hurriedly trying to get rid of his achingly hard boner. Eyes clenched tight, brows furrowed, and mouth hanging open as he pumps his thick cock. Lewd thoughts flashing through his mind, imagining every position he could take her in, everything that he could do to that pretty little pussy. He quickly cums, shooting thick globs of his semon onto his hand, stroking his dick until nothing comes out. Quickly washing his hands and returning to his friend like nothing happened.

Dbf!Simon starts to visit more often, staying for family dinners and even spending nights. The more time he spends around this home the more it becomes increasingly hard to ignore his feelings for his friend's daughter. He slowly starts to pick up on things he didn't notice before, fleeting glances and soft touches when passing by. Bumping into him ‘accidentally’ and mumbling a soft “oh, sorry Mr.Riley. Didn't see you there.” while gently gripping on to his bicep. Such actions made his fat cock chub up in his pants, quickly leaving to rub one out. Her actions start to become way too obvious to him as the weeks pass by. One point her hand gripping his thick thigh almost touching his cock through his sweats while watching a movie, head leaning against his chest while batting those lashes up at him while her dad is in the next room over.

Dbf!Simon after months finally decides to return the touches. Hands gripping on her waist when needs to pass by, holding on to her hand during those movie nights under the blankets, even getting so confident to grab her ass when she bends down in front of him. Never once does she look at him with disgust, never once swatting away his hands. She returns those looks and touches. Everything changes when both are finally left alone with each other, her dad going on a quick beer run, and leaving the house. He makes his way up to her room as quickly as possible, barging in and quickly spotting her, pouncing on her. He makes quick work of her clothes and then his.

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“Think I wouldn’ notice the way ya’ look at me?” his fat cock pounds roughly into your pussy, stretching you wide open to accommodate his girth. The bed slams against the wall as he fucks up into your pussy, nearly breaking the bed from his powerful thrusts. “Fuck’n teasing me every chance you get…” he moans deeply against you. his head by yours, mouth hanging open drooling on the back of your shoulder. His body on top of yours as he fucks in to you roughly, strong arms caging you under him. He ruts into you like a fucking animal, brain barely functioning, only knowing how to pound into your sloppy pussy and stretch your walls out. “Wanted this didn't you? Wanted me to fuck you?” his hips roll up and hit the spots that nearly make you cum on the spot. Leaning up from you he harshly slapped your ass making you let out a soft gasp “answer me when i speak to you” you’re barely even able to form any coherent words. Only loud mewls and moans of pleasure. After a moment you can finally scramble enough brain power to answer back “Y-yes!...” he soothes the now red mark on your ass, rubbing it softly and leaning back down to almost crush you under his weight. Heavy balls slap against your swollen clit as he fucks in to you like a damn animal. Panting in your ear like a dog as he comes closer to finishing. “Imagine the look on your fathers face if he saw what I was doing’ to ya’..” Roughly grabbing on to your hips he turns you on to your back, collapsing on top of you, crushing you under his weight. He paws at your chest, latching on to your puffy tit and licking it roughly. At this point he couldn’t say a snarky comment to you if he wanted to. Drunk off the feeling of your tight gummy walls clenching on his cock like it never wants him to leave, sucking him in and caressing his cock each time he pulls out only to shove it back in as far as he can. Tip teasing your cervix each stroke. You claw at his back, nails digging and scraping against the large expanse of his lower back then down to grabbing his ass to push him in even further if possible. It's not long before the both of you are cumming. Your walls tighten around him to the point he can't pull out, shooting his warm sperm deep into your depths, reaching spots you didn't even know existed. Minutes pass before he’s done pumping his seed into your pussy. Shakily rising he looks to where you both connect, half lidded eyes gazing at your pussy that's stretched taut around his fat dick. His eyes lazily trail up to your stomach, breath hitching when he sees the outline of his massive cock just under your belly button. Fuck he can even see it twitch. he falls on top of you once more, head buried between your tits. He finally speaks up. “M’sorry i went so rough on you… couldn’t control myself” he mumbles out in an apologetic tone. Your fingers card through his hair. Softly smiling you whisper reassuring words into his ear, holding the man close. “I enjoyed it Simon.” he lifts his head to gaze up at you, deep brown eyes staring into yours. “I shouldn't have done that to you, you're my friend's daughter…” he was right on that, being the daughter of his best friend made this a lot more awkward, but nothing could stop the way you feel for him. “Maybe so, but i can’t stop the way i feel about you” your lips meet his, being way more gentle then what just happened a few minutes prior. “Didn’t even take you out on a date first.” he mumbles against your lips as you both break apart. You can’t help but smile at that. What a gentleman.. “You still can.”

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Blue collar! Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Hi!! This is my first fanfic, I’ve recently took up writing so criticism is very much appreciated! :)

Warnings: Smut

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

After marrying you, Simon discharges from the military, leaving the intense life of being a soldier behind and gets a construction job in the small town you two lived in. it's not as adrenaline inducing as his military career, but it's worth it if it means knowing he can always come back home to his missus, neither of you worrying about each other's lives at take. He doesn’t want anything to happen to him after marrying his sweetheart and he certainly doesn't want anything to happen to you for being involved with him. It's too risky.

It's more peaceful, you get to see him more often. Early mornings before the sun rises spent holding each other close, making love, and against his protests getting up to make his lunches. He doesn't want his missus to be tired and to worry too much, but seeing the way you dote over him, being so domestic makes his cock chub up in his work jeans. If he didn't have to leave so soon he'd take you back to bed just to make love once more. “Go back to sleep luv…” he’d whisper softly, wrapping his arms around your middle and burying his head in the crook of your neck. “I need to make you your lunch.” He grumbles something under his breath but continues to hold you. Even if he doesn't like you being too concerned he can't help but hold on to you and just stand in comforting silence.

Nothing is better than mornings like these, holding each other in the darkness, the kitchen so quiet you can hear the buzz of the ac unit and the early morning birds chirping. Nothing is sadder to him than having to leave you home, even if it's only for the parts of the day. Your nails gently carding through his short hair, chests pressed against each other and affectionate words whispered to one another. or the embrace of your gooey warm pussy, and soft arms, your sweet delectable moans, and big teary eyes staring deep into his chocolate iris as you mumble sweet words for him, matching the loving look in your eyes with the sweet praise you give him. But he’s a man bound by his duty and drive to provide for you, his missus. So he has to get ready to leave, but he wants to make sure you're okay before he leaves.

You hate to see him go, but love to watch him leave. Those dirty work jeans that grip his ass oh so tightly. The loose black shirt, the slutty construction belt that hangs around his hips. “I love you baby.” He whispers, holding your waist guiding you back to the bed, his love needs her beauty sleep after all. “I love you too Simon.” Soft words are whispers to one another before he turns off the light to go, listening to his truck engine start before he leaves for work.

It feels like ages when he is away, working hard to provide for you and the soon family that he wants, begs for. Pleading to fill you up full of his babies. “Want to make you a mama” he moans out softly. Pawing at the fat of your hips and presses his aching boner to the lower part of your back.

It gets even worse when he finally gets home, shrugging off his work jacket, not even taking off his steel toe boots before making his way to the kitchen where he sees you taking out freshly baked cookies. Practicing various recipes of his favorite baked goodies just for him. You try to ask him how his day is, but you're cut short by his lips slamming on to yours.

It's not long before you end up bent over the counter, a pretty little sundress bunched up your waist as he pounds into that thick pussy from behind. Groaning into your ear as he thrusts his fat cock in and out

“Oh fuck, oh, simon!” The feeling of his tip pounding into your gooey pussy has your knees buckling, eyes rolling into the back of your head, and nails digging and sliding on the granite countertops. He gets so worked up like this, coming home every day ready to fill you up over and over. It’s something the both of you love, you’re both so needy and can’t get enough of each other. Ready to give him everything he wants.

“Jus like tha’ baby, fuck yourself back on my cock” he groans, lips quiver as he drool on to your shoulder.hes like an animal when hes like this, after a long day he needs hi pretty little missus, her cooking, and her warm pussy to keep him company. That's all he can think about right now, filling you up with his big load of cum, watching your body swell big and round with his chubby little babies, your breasts leaking and full of milk.

“Gonna give me the family I want? Give me my babies? My kids?” you nod, babbling incoherent sentences as he pushes his meaty thick cock into your gummy hot walls, nothing is better than spending his time in your pussy. Like a warm embrace protecting him from the outside world. Your pussy sucking him back in to the warmth and milking hin of everything he’s worth.

He pounds into you for a little longer, then a few quick pumps before he shoots his fat, potent load deep into the depth of your sobbing cunt. Grabbing your hips to push it all in, keeping himself stuffed in so none of his seed leaks from your sopping wet hole. His cock softens but never once leaves your cunt. His balls laying heavily on your clot, rubbing ever so softly on the engorged bud.

He kisses and nibbles your shoulder, moaning softly while muttering about how much he cares for you. He leans up and grabs one of the cookies that was on the tray, taking a bite and humming softly. His missus cooks and bakes so well, your food is something he would die for. Well he’d die for anything from you. The domestic feeling of everything you do makes him excited again.His cock starts to harden once more and he's ready to put a baby in you over and over again.