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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.