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total-killer-brainrot · 9 days ago

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Exfiltration at 0600 Hours

Through half awareness you felt the bed dip behind you as Konig joined you on the dusty old mattress. Full kit now removed, but mask still on. A soft mutter of something in German that didn’t even register before you were fully out cold.

König lay back on the pillows and turned to you, watching your body shift with each breath. Your back was turned to him, but that didn’t deter him from looking. Raking down your body and delighting in the small sliver of skin exposed from your rucked up shirt. Just a glimpse of soft flesh that had him grinning under the hood.

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How can poor König resist with such a delicious little thing sharing his bed. He doesn't even mind sharing you with his Lieutenant.

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Keep in mind I haven't written in over a year, this is prolly the worst porn ive ever written but i just wanted it out of my head. also ik Konig is a Colonel but shut up shh hes a sergeant if i say so. i also have a rather violent part two in my brain but idk if ill write it

also reader's call sign is angel (referred to as engel by konig)

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Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 2,780. Ship: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x You x König . Fem!Reader. Tags: Overstimulation, Vaginal Fingering, Extremely Dubious Consent, P in V Sex, Non consensual Somnophilia, Konig is a huge creep, Simon has a huge dick, Size Kink

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Your very bones ached as you followed the silent Lieutenant into the safe house. Watching him sweep the house with the utmost efficiency, knowing König was right outside checking the area for hostiles. Once everything seemed clear you let yourself relax. A quiet sigh escaping your lips.

It had been a very long few days. Sleepless nights as you snuck through enemy territory. You were lucky to come out of it totally unharmed, aside from a few nasty bruises. At least now you could rest until exfil tomorrow. Though glancing around the small shack you frowned. Of course there was only one, rather small, bed. Not even a couch to rest on. And as the rookie on the mission you knew your superiors would have first dibs on the bed.

König noticed your shoulders drop as he entered the safehouse, a large hand clapping on your back as he moved closer, making you jump in surprise.

“Do not worry, Engelchen. We can share.”

Trying your damndest to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks you turn to him with a raised eyebrow. Briefly glancing between him and Ghost. You weren’t a small woman by any means, but compared to these giants you were tiny. You folded your arms across your chest.

“I don't think all three of us can fit, sir.” Drawing a soft snort from Ghost across the room as he set down his kit.

“I’ll keep watch. You two rest.” Despite the Lieutenant’s quiet tone, his voice demanded focus. Both you and König turned to him with rapt attention. The Austrian nodded, a smile in his voice when he next spoke.

“Of course, Leutnant.”

There was something about König that unnerved you. Always had. His icy eyes watching every move. He seemed nice enough, sure, but his imposing stature and gaze that always seemed to be undressing you left a pit in your stomach that you just couldn’t ignore. And now you would be sharing a bed with him. It’s not like he would try anything surely. He may have been a bit of a creep but he was still a professional.

With a sigh you kicked off your boots and sat on the edge of the bed. Whole body screaming to lie down and rest. There wasn’t even a bathroom so you couldn’t wash off the blood, sweat and grime coating your body. You just had to make it till exfil. That was all.

Laying down was a relief. A small groan leaving you that had both men glancing at each other. Though you missed the look as you curled up on the thin mattress. Sleep came quickly. Days of pushing yourself past your limits finally crashing down on you.

Ghost took point by the door. Able to keep an eye out through the blinds of the small window, while also watching you and Konig in the bed.

Through half awareness you felt the bed dip behind you as König joined you on the dusty old mattress. Full kit now removed, but mask still on. A soft mutter of something in German that didn’t even register before you were fully out cold.

His gaze flicked briefly to Ghost, unsure if he wanted to be caught looking or not. On the one hand, being discovered as a peeping tom of sorts had a delicious thrill to it, on the other he didn’t want the Lieutenant to make him stop. So he just watched in silence. Fighting the urge to fidget and rut against his hand. It had been a long few days, he had been pent up, so of course a little skin would have him buzzing.

It was a few hours later when you shifted in your sleep, rolling onto your back with a quiet hum. One arm slung above your head, drawing your shirt even higher. Still only revealing your soft stomach, but more than enough to make König whimper to himself. Ghost’s gruff chiding the only thing stopping him from palming himself through his pants.

“Watch it, Sergeant.” The voice soft enough not to wake you, but loud enough to make König huff. Barely daring to speak himself in case he disturbed you.

“Look at her, Leutnant…” He moved slow, removing his glove before placing a large hand across your stomach, shifting the shirt higher up. “She is so soft…”

There was a sense of wonder in his voice that made Ghost roll his eyes. About to chastise the Austrian before he heard a noise outside. Slowly moving to his feet to check it out. Much to König’s excitement.

He ran his thumb along the waistband of your pants slowly. Just barely dipping below the fabric to feel the smooth skin there. Watching goosebumps raise on your skin as you shivered. He would freeze every time you moved, but didn’t pull away. You seemed to be a deep sleeper, and that emboldened him to tread further.

His hand dipped lower. Skimming along your now damp folds. Fingertips just grazing you. He relished in your whine, shifting to slowly grind the aching bulge in his pants against your thigh. Careful and focused as he was with most things. Just teasing really. Lasered in on every whimper and rock as he toyed with your clit. Gott he was so hard.

The safe house door closing made his head jerk up. Ghost’s eyes narrow and cold as he caught sight of König’s actions.

“What did I tell you…” He murmured as he moved closer, hand tensing on his gun in a way that made König tremble with excitement. Stammering as he rushed to explain himself.

“Feel how wet she is, Leutnant… she likes it…” He pulled his hand out to start undoing your pants. Eager to share his toy with his Lieutenant. He managed to half shove them down your thighs before Ghost’s hand closed around his wrist, stopping the movement.

But now he was looking as well. At the way your lips were parted and your face flushed. The obvious damp spot on your panties. He’d be lying if he couldn’t feel himself twitch at the sight. And in his moment of pause König had slowly guided his hand away from the Austrian’s wrist between your legs. And large fingers teased you once again.

Ghost didn’t know where to look. Glancing between you and König, who had now shoved his free hand down his pants, eagerly watching the scene unfold before him. Ghost almost laughed.

“You’re such a pervert…” He mumbled, voice so low König was sure he could feel it in his bones. Nodding desperately as he fisted his cock. With a soft laugh Ghost leaned closer. Kneeling over the much taller man on the bed, resting his full weight on König’s thighs so he would stop moving so much, just in case his overeager jostling woke you.

Ghost’s fingers dipped lower and he had to hold back a groan. Brushing over your entrance and feeling how slick it was. A sleepy whine escaping your unconscious form. He couldn’t help it. He knew you had to be tight. Tight and warm and so wet he was sure he could fit two fingers in you straight away. So he did just that. And wasn’t gentle about it either.

So you woke with a start. Gasping in surprise to find your superior knuckle deep inside your cunt. For a moment you were frozen. Confused and sleepy and so fucking horny you could barely think straight. Then the bastard curled those long fingers and you whined, squirming away from him.

“Sir! The… the fuck!”

Before you could get far he grabbed your thigh. Dragging you closer and manhandling you where he wanted. Straddling König with your back pressed to his chest. His fingers returning to their rightful spot inside you as his breath huffed hot against your ear through the mask. And now you got to see the man below you as well. Struggling to keep his pretty eyes on you as he grunted. Panting and rolling his hips upwards to grind against your cunt, only blocked by Ghost’s hand.

Those fingers curled again and your head dropped back against the Brit’s chest.

“Fuckin’ hell…” It came out breathy. You had never heard your own voice sound this desperate. Ghost’s palm pressed against your clit and you just couldn’t stop your hips from rolling down to meet it.

You felt the fabric of his mask brush against your ear before dragging down your neck. His free hand gliding up your stomach and under your shirt to grope your tits like he owned them. That damned voice sending sparks down your spine when he spoke to König like you weren’t even there.

“You were right, König… She does love it. Grinding against me like a fuckin’ whore…”

You shook your head but you knew he wasn’t lying. You should be pushing them both away, beating the shit out of them for taking advantage of you. But fuck it, you could do that later. Might as well get a good orgasm out of it first.

Ghost seemed to sense your thoughts. Grinning behind the mask as he focused more on your clit. Palm pressed down hard as he searched for the spot deep inside your cunt that made you see stars. And when you jolted with a groan, he knew he had found it. Abusing the spot until you were babbling and shaking in his arms. You could hear König coming undone below you but you didn’t care. Nothing mattered as long as you kept feeling like this.

Right when the pleasure was almost becoming too much, Ghost thankfully removed his fingers. And the wonderful image of him shoving König’s hood up his jaw to stuff his digits in the man’s mouth was burned into your skull. Wank bank material for sure.

The Austrian whined pathetically high as he lapped at his superior’s fingers. Still rutting up against you, overstimulating himself until he felt tears prick in the corners of his eyes. Mumbling brainlessly with his mouth full.

“Fuck her, Leutnant, fuck her… Strecke sie aus, oh Gott. Bitte… Bitte…”

He was somehow more of a mess than you were. Half lidded eyes locked onto yours as his body trembled. You could vaguely feel Ghost moving behind you, but were far too blissed out to care. Until you felt something worryingly large notch at your entrance.

Both you and König looked down, breath hitching simultaneously.

“Oh fuck no…” You mumbled. Sobering up real fast at the size of his cock. Of course this beast of a man would have a beast of a cock. You shook your head as you tried to push him off. “That is not gonna fit…”

He only held you tighter, one hand on your hip while the other wrapped around your waist. Keeping you close as his cock nudged again.

“It’ll fit, Angel. You can take it.” And his voice was so goddamn hot in your ear you almost believed him. But then his tip pressed inside and you could have just about slapped him for being a filthy fucking liar. The stretch was so intense you nearly cried. You were crying. Hot tears rolling inside as Ghost ignored them and pushed deeper. He felt even bigger than he looked. Filling you so completely there was surely no room for anything else.

Your head lolled back, whimpering and rambling absolute nonsense as his cock split you in two. Once he was fully seated inside you there was a brief moment of reprieve. Totally stillness as you tried to come to terms with the massive, stupid dick inside you. And then he started pulling out and you sobbed.

He let your upper body drop. Falling limp onto König as he took your hips firmly. Using the leverage to start a pace that knocked the air out of you with every harsh thrust. König’s fingers brushed through your hair as he cooed at you. You couldn’t quite tell if it was comforting or condescending.

“Oh Engel… You should see yourself… So good… so so good.” You could hear the grin in his voice. He was loving this. Getting you all worked up, then drawing in his Lieutenant to fuck you silly. It was a dream come true. He had been watching you for so long. Fisting his cock late at night imagining a scenario much like this.

His large hand trailed down your spine before slipping up the back of your shirt. Humming to himself when he felt your heated skin. Each mind blowing thrust pushing you further into his arms. You could feel König’s own cock pressing against your stomach. Already hard again despite just cumming. He rolled his hips up. Reaching down to shove his pants off just enough to rut against you with nothing in between. Smearing his cum, and now fresh precum over your bare skin. Sticky and gross and why the bloody hell was it turning you on.

Another cry was pulled from your lips when a rough hand tugged back on your hair hard. Lifting you up above Konig just enough for him to get a good view while still using your body to grind against. Ghost grunted behind you, voice even rougher than usual. You prayed for your poor pussy that meant he was close.

“Sergeant.” He growled, and König’s head snapped up like a pavolved dog. Even his desperate rut stilling for a moment as he waited for instructions. “Play with the pretty girl’s clit, hm? Make our Angel cum again.”

And of course König was more than happy to oblige. One hand on his cock while the other pinched your clit. Your whole body jolts. Cunt clenching down hard enough to make Ghost actually moan. His thrusts turning sloppy and almost frantic.

“Jus’ like that…”

You swore you could cum from that voice alone. But you didn’t have to. You had a monster cock in your cunt and surprisingly dexterous fingers playing with your clit. It was all far too much. Sending you tumbling into your second orgasm with their names on your lips. The pitched keen that left you wasn’t even human. Somewhere in the waves of pleasure Ghost had dropped you again. Focusing on pounding your aching pussy like his life depended on it. It was still too much. The pleasure just kept building until you were sobbing into König’s chest. One of his hands on the back of your head while the other was still stroking his cock against your stomach. And still Ghost kept going.

Finally. God, finally. Ghost stilled. Pushing so deep you were sure you could feel him in your throat. Hot spurts of cum filling your already overstuffed cunt. Your legs were shaking. And as your own orgasm faded the ache in your hips started. He had been gripping you so tight it would surely bruise. Probably already was.

Slowly, so slowly, Ghost pulled out. You gripped König’s shirt for dear life as cum oozed out of you. Below you, the Austrian whined needily. Rocking up as Ghost’s cum dripped down his cock and balls. The filthiness of it all making him cum a second time. Coating both your stomachs as he panted in your ear.

Both of you lay there, covered in three orgasms worth of semen mixing with your own slick arousal. Despite seeming nearly as exhausted as you were, you just knew he was grinning below the hood. Brain gooey with post orgasm bliss.

“Mein Schatz… you did so well…”

The bed shifted as Ghost stood from the bed. Adjusting his pants before returning to his mark at the door.

König brushed the hair off your sweaty face. You wanted to be angry, but you didn’t have the energy to move.

“You must promise me a turn in that pretty cunt next time, ja?” he cooed in your ear.

Even the idea of more sex now made you shudder. That was plenty enough dick for the rest of your life. Across the room the Lieutenant grunted. His voice perfectly even and stoic as he scolded his sergeant.

“Shut up, let ‘er sleep. Exfil at daybreak in three hours.”

It wasn’t enough. But three hours of sleep covered in blood, sweat, grime, and now cum, was better than none.

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #konig #konig cod #konig x reader #konig x simon ghost riley #tkb fics #call of duty #idk man im just so horny rn #this is my first fic ever written having now taken dick and god im losing it

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total-killer-brainrot · 26 days ago

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what started as a quick warm up sketch turned into the most self indulgent self insert brainrot. losing my mind. i am now insane. i feel like i have dropped to a new low becoming obsessed with cod lmao what have i become

#tkb draws #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x soap #ghost x soap x reader #self insert

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total-killer-brainrot · 2 months ago

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Old tommy sketch

#awooooga

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total-killer-brainrot · 2 months ago

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Ready to slay and SLAY (some unsuspecting teenagers)

Inspired by Junkmixart's slasher bishoujo post bwahaha

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total-killer-brainrot · 2 months ago

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Unrelenting

“Apologise and I might let you fuck me.”

His face went red. It was so cute. This man had surely never apologised in his life. And here you were demanding he beg for your forgiveness. It took an embarrassingly short time for him to come to terms with the request.

“Im-”

You cut him off. Pulling your knife out of your garter and pointing it at him.

“Ah ah… on your knees babe. Show me you're really sorry.” You felt giddy with power as he sank to his knees. Looking up at you with the most adorable look. A mix of regret, embarrassment and arousal. “Oh Johnny…” You purred. “This is a good look for you…”

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Johnny becomes obsessed with you after your last roadside interaction. You might be just as obsessed with him.

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Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 5,048. Ship: Johnny Slaughter x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Stalking, Masturbation, Murder Kink, Blood,Hate Sex, Submissive Johnny, Dom/sub Undertones, Grinding, Degradation, Begging, Praise Kink, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Biting, Rough Kissing, Soft kissing, Love Confessions, Out of Character Johnny

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Hurt Pride: Part 1 | 2 | 3

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WARNING: There is a VERY minor scene of SA before the smut starts. Nothing happens past kissing. But if you are uncomfortable with that please skip it. Everything with Johnny is consensual.

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It took him two whole hours to get back home. It was fully dark by the time his truck cruised down the dusty familiar driveway. To be fair, part of that was fighting humiliation as he jerked off in the middle of that old country road. It was an unsatisfying finish. Which only humiliated him more. And another hour at least of that journey was sitting in his truck thinking. About her. The sneaky little fox that bested him at his own game. And then every time he pictured her pressing that cute little knife of hers to his throat his jeans would get uncomfortably tight again. And the process would start all over again.

Only Sissy, Nancy and Junior were home when he finally arrived back. Sissy only gave a curious, and judgmental, look to his limp. But he ignored her. Nancy on the other hand fussed over him. Which was the last thing he wanted right now. Insisting he ‘lay down’ and ‘rest’ and some such bullshit. He didn’t need to relax. He needed to find his mystery killer. She plagued his thoughts. He refused to elaborate on his injuries to Nancy. He knew she was just worried about him, but there was no way in hell he was going to willingly face the embarrassment of sharing all the… intimate details with her.

He had to find her. He didn’t know how, if it was even possible at all. But he would. His existence couldn’t continue without this damn girl. He would find her. And marry her. Or kill her. Depending on how he felt in the moment.

You panted heavily. Body slick with sweat and blood pumping so hot through your veins that you felt like you were on fire. Every fibre of your being was buzzing with adrenaline and pure pleasure. You were sure that you must look like a mess. Hair wild and a spaced out happy look on your face. Though you were sure that the man below you didn’t care in the slightest. He was dead after all. And dead people didn’t really care about much.

You ran the hand that wasn’t covered in blood through your hair. Smoothing it down as you checked the entrance to the dark alley for any witnesses that you may have missed. Stepping over his lifeless body, avoiding the ever flowing pool of blood that threatened to ruin your nice shoes, you slipped easily back into the shadows to clean up. Wiping off what blood you could off your blade, hands, and dammit, your nice shoes. The bastard had gotten a splotch of dark red right on the heel.

It took a moment for you to realise you were scowling. That worried you. Typically after a fresh kill you were buzzing for days. But lately it just hadn’t felt the same. Of course, the kill itself was just as euphoric as ever. Driving a blade through someone's gut and watching the life leave their eyes was a feeling you could never quite describe. It fueled you. But instead of riding that high until you made it to the next town, you would find yourself itching for another hit far sooner. Sometimes even on the same night. You cursed as you looked down at your shaking hands. The adrenaline ebbing away and leaving you nervous and paranoid.

You blamed that stupid Johnny fella. You should have killed him. Your head hadn’t been right since you left him on that backwoods road. Every time you sliced into a new victim you found yourself disappointed that they screamed in pain instead of letting out those delicious little moans that you couldn’t stop thinking about.

A frustrated groan bubbled out of you and you stormed back out to kick the lifeless body lying before you.

“Fuck! Fucker!” You plunged your knife back into him. Again and again. Fuck this horrid man who had ruined murder for you. You couldn’t even finish a simple kill without him entering your thoughts. Now you were disappointed that your victims didn’t act like him? You were obsessed! It was ridiculous. You had to get this stupid redneck out of your head before he ruined you properly.

It had been over a week and Johnny was a mess. He hadn’t been able to bring anyone home for dinner. He was getting sloppy with his duties around the old farmhouse. And everyone could tell. They must have thought he was losing his mind. Every time he pictured her perfect face, twisted with pleasure and determination as she rode him. Putting him in his place… He spent a lot of time uncomfortably adjusting his pants. It wasn’t fun.

With an angry yell he slammed down the hood of the car he had been trying to fix for days now. Nothing was working for him. He nearly shoved Sissy right over as he stormed back inside and up to his room.

“Watch it!” She glared as she jumped out of his way. “Just go get your dick wet already! Stop making it everyone else's problem!”

He could kill her. He should kill her for even daring to tell him what to do. The audacity. She was just assuming he was pent up. Usually after a week or so he did get irritable. Especially if Drayton had been on his case about bringing home girls to eat that he had just… spent the night with. But this wasn’t like that. She wasn’t like that. He would never share her with them. If anyone was going to end her life, it would be him.

Back in his room he grabbed a bag, shoving a few clothes and minor supplies in it. His lucky knife, of course. And a few other knives as well, just in case she wanted to have a little fun when he found her. And he would find her. He had decided. He was a tracker. Hunter by nature. He had never had a chase where his prey had such a head start. But he had also never had a victim so important.

Crappy motels like this made you miss having a stable home. In your line of work, going home at the end of a long day was just a fantasy. You wondered how many nights spent sleeping on a cheap, lumpy mattress, or the back of your car, or on a victims couch, you had left in you. One day you would settle down. Maybe marry a nice guy. Kill him later. Play the sad widow at his funeral and live off his money for the rest of your life. That sounded nice. You smiled at the thought as you stared up at the water stained ceiling above you.

You were almost out of Texas now. You had spent far too long in this damned state anyway. Once you were out you could refresh. Forget… him. And move on to better things.

But now you were thinking about him again. Replaying his needy moans as you threatened to cut him up. Your hands drifted lower with a frustrated sigh. He had been so pliant in your hands. Not only would he have let you slit his throat right then and there, he would have liked it. You allowed that scenario to play out in your mind. Gutting him as he whined, cumming untouched before bleeding out beneath you. His last words begging you for more.

Your back arched off the bed as your fingers moved faster on your clit. Pausing only to discard your panties.

He had filled you so well. Like two perfect puzzle pieces. Your fingers would never be enough again after experiencing that cock. But they would have to do for now. One slipping inside as you pressed your thumb over your clit. Quick, dirty and rough. Exactly what you needed. Trying to keep your moans down as you allowed him to take over your brain. You knew he would do anything just to make you happy. And that sent you wild. Of course he would kill for you. Would you kill together? The very notion only made you wetter.

You turned your head to press it into the pillow as you felt your orgasm crest and reach its peak. Hands shaking as the wave of pleasure hit you. But it petered out too quickly. It wasn’t satisfying. You groaned into the pillow. Now you were just messy and still frustrated. Nothing gained.

It wasn’t easy. But it wasn’t as difficult as he had thought. This was different from tracking footprints across his own property. He had to play it smarter. Asking at gas stations, around town, desperate to know if anyone had seen this woman. And just his luck. They had. The thing with small towns is that people notice when someone new arrives. Especially someone odd. And no one was more odd than a serial killer on the run.

In less than two days Johnny was in the same town as her. He just knew it. He had never been this far away from home. But he was across the state. Nancy must be so worried. But she would understand. Once he brought her home it would be clear to all of them why he had been acting so strangely. She could join their little family and kill and butcher to her heart's content.

When he spotted her car in the parking lot of some old motel his heart nearly stopped. He was so close. But he didn’t want a repeat of last time. He would have to play this smart. He couldn’t rely on his old tricks to catch this one. So he parked out of town. Close enough that carrying a body back to it wouldn’t be difficult, but far enough that it would be unlikely that she would spot it. Then he made his way back on foot. Finding a hidden spot to watch the motel for her. She would come or go at some point. And he would know. His body thrumming with excitement at seeing her again.

It was hard to tell if your makeup was even in the dirty mirror of your dirty motel bathroom. You just had to hope. You adjusted your dress. A short little thing that, while it was a tad outdated, was still cute. More suited to the discotheques of the early 60s rather than today's modern age of 1973. But you still looked good. Great even. Enough so that perhaps you could knock out two, maybe even three tonight before retiring to your bed.

As you exited your room you felt a prickle up the back of your neck. Like you were being watched. You surveyed your surroundings slowly. But didn’t spot anyone. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence. Being a wanted murderer on the run tended to lead to some casual paranoia. And while it was against your better judgement, you brushed it off. You had been in this town for less than a day. No one knew you. There was no way anyone had any suspicions about you yet. Tomorrow perhaps they would bring up the mystery new girl in town when they whispered gossip about the bodies discovered that morning. But you would be gone by then.

You shook your hair out to rid yourself of the feeling. Then started walking down the street to the small nightclub you had spotted when you arrived. Despite the town’s size and desertedness, the club was bustling. All the local youth letting loose on a Saturday night.

Before even hunting for a target you allowed yourself to relax. Have a drink, just one of course, to keep a clear head, and dance. The music was good. Loud and funky. Very few radio stations in the local area played new music. Mostly news reports and oldies that didn’t particularly interest you. So it was nice to enjoy some good tunes and let your hair down for one night. Who knows when you would get this opportunity again.

She was even more perfect than Johnny remembered. Her hair styled, makeup done. That dress was far too short to be fair. He was shocked that every guy that saw her wasn’t bending over backwards to get in her panties. Not that he would let any of them. He owned that pussy even if she didn’t know it yet. But surely it went against even cosmic rule that existed to let a woman as perfect as that pass you by like it was nothing.

You were grinning. It had been weeks since you had smiled genuinely without a dead body at your feet. The music beating inside you intune with your heart. And you had spotted a victim. He kept glancing at you. Giving a smarmy grin and a wink whenever you meet eyes. Gross. But useful. After a while of making eyes at him from across the club you nodded for the bathroom. His eyes widened for a moment in surprise before nodding quickly and following you inside.

His hands were on you as soon as the door was locked. You gasped as he pushed you up against the sink, his lips pressing against yours sloppily. You placed your hands on his chest, trying to push him off so you would have a chance to think. To grab your blade. But he gripped both your wrists, groaning as he pressed closer to you.

“So… pretty…” he mumbled between messy kisses. He was strong. You hadn’t been expecting this. He looked easy. But you couldn’t pull your arms away. And he wasn’t giving you an opportunity to speak. Panic rose in your throat for a second but you pushed it down. You were better than this. You had been in much more dangerous situations with much more dangerous men. Johnny flashed into your mind. Then he flashed in front of your eyes.

The scum on top of you squeaked, then gurgled as blood splattered across your face. You blinked in surprise as he was pulled off you. The knife lodged in his throat being tugged out roughly and plunged back into his chest. You could only watch in stunned surprise as Johnny butchered him. He looked manic. Already covered in blood. Eyes wide and crazy as his knife punctured the man's stomach over and over again. It took you far too long to sink in that he was here. In front of you. Crammed in this tiny club bathroom with you. Killing your mark. You scowled as he stepped off the mutilated body. He looked up at you, grinning eagerly. The smile faltered when he saw your furious expression.

“What the fuck Johnny. He was mine.” You spat through grit teeth. He stared at you for a moment. Confused by your reaction. It took him a moment to snap out of it and glare back.

“You’re kidding right? I just saved your sorry ass.” He jabbed a bloody finger into your chest as he got in your face. Crowding you back against the sink again. Though this time you didn’t mind so much.

“ Saved me? Excuse you. I had that under control. Who are you to decide when I need saving?” You jabbed him back. He was so hot. Inches away from your face and covered in blood. You were already soaked.

He kissed you.

You kissed back.

He was rough, controlling. But one harsh bite to his bottom lip and he backed off. Allowing you to take charge of the kiss. It made you smirk. Even all hyped up on the kill he would submit to you easily.

You pressed a knee up between his legs and he groaned weakly. Rutting against it like he hadn’t cum in weeks. By the desperate look in his eyes he probably hadn’t. His hands roamed over your body. Desperate to commit it to memory as he grinded against your knee. You laughed against his lips.

“You’re like a fucking dog…” You gripped his hair to pull him back, forcing his neck to crane back uncomfortably. He panted heavily. Blood smeared with your lipstick across his mouth. “Chased me all this way just to steal my kill and rut against me like a needy mutt…” You were being mean. But you knew he liked that. Especially since he was starting to whimper. So quietly you could barely hear it over the music from back in the club.

You pushed him off you, lifting yourself up to sit on the edge of the sink. Keeping one leg up, pushing against his chest to keep him away from you.

“Apologise and I might let you fuck me.”

“Im-”

You cut him off. Pulling your knife out of your garter and pointing it at him.

“Ah ah… on your knees, babe. Show me you're really sorry.” You felt giddy with power as he sank to his knees. Looking up at you with the most adorable look. A mix of regret, embarrassment and arousal. “Oh Johnny…” You purred. “This is a good look for you…”

He took a deep breath, glancing down at the body laying lifeless next to him before back up to meet your eyes.

“I’m… sorry. I thought… I thought you needed help. He was touching you! What… What was I supposed to do? Watch him have his way with you? Darlin’ you know I couldn’t do that…”

You stayed quiet for a while. Watching him fidget uncomfortably under you glare.

“Have his way with me?” You repeated. Digging your high heel into his chest a little harder. Just to make him uncomfortable. “Baby, what if I wanted him to fuck me?” Of course you would never. But watching it dawn on his face was a wonderful feeling. As he realised he may have just interrupted a perfectly regular hook up.

Your heel trailed down his abdomen to press up against the bulge in his jeans roughly. Making his breath hitch. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as you held it there. His hips jutting forward ever so slightly as he fought the urge to grind against you.

“You’re lucky you're hot. Because I will allow you to make it up to me.” His eyes shot open once again. Eager to please. You nearly burst out laughing. But you managed to keep your cool. Your empty hand reached out for him. “Give me your knife.”

Johnny hesitated. His blade was as much a part of him as his own arm. To give it up would be to give up part of himself. He would never even consider it if it had been anyone else. But you… who had haunted his dreams since you had met. Who had ruined his life, and saved it, at the same time. He placed the large blade into your waiting palm. A symbol of true trust. If you were to kill him now, he would accept it. He wouldn’t want to go any other way. As a fellow killer, you understood the true significance to this action. You placed the blade carefully in the sink behind you. Safe for now, and out of his reach.

“Good boy.” He practically glowed at the praise. And you had to hold yourself back from getting on the floor with him and kissing him like your life depended on it. Instead you calmly spread your legs. Removing your heel so he could move once again. “Eat me out, and I might let you fuck me after. If you do good.”

He nodded quickly. The instructions set in stone in his mind. You were expecting him to get to work right away. Chasing the prospect of his own pleasure. But instead he started slow. Lifting one of your legs and slowly kissing up your calf to your inner thigh. His tongue darting out to clean up any blood splatter left there. Savouring the taste just as much as you savoured his lips. He was gentle as he guided your hips up, allowing him to tug down your panties. But instead of diving right in he returned to pressing gentle kisses over your inner thighs. His large hands resting under your knees to keep your legs lifted and spread apart.

You bit your lip gently. Closing your eyes to the soft touches. Nearing your core then moving away before he ever reached it. He was so good at driving you crazy. A whine escaped your throat and you felt him leave you. But before you could scold him you felt his lips close over your clit. Sucking for a brief moment before licking over the sensitive bud.

“Oh fuck…” you breathed out, your free hand reaching down to grip his hair tight. Making him groan against you. Sending wonderful vibrations through your clit and up your spine. You rolled your hips up against his tongue with a soft moan. You thought you maybe felt him smile. Probably proud of making you crumble at his touch. You were still in total control of course. But you allowed him this. Let him command your body with his touch.

Your gaze returned to his face. Surprised to see he was watching you closely. You grinned down at him, before breaking again with another moan. He mumbled against you quietly.

“Can I use my fingers?”

You raised an eyebrow at his request. “You may.” Biting your lip as you felt those gorgeous long fingers prod at your entrance. Quickly tacking on at the end before you lost yourself again. “Good boy for asking.”

He preened, slipping two fingers inside you easily then returning his attention to your clit as he curled them slowly. You rocked up to meet his mouth. Your gasps and whines filling the small room. He was watching your every move. Discovering exactly how you liked it and repeating it skillfully until your head was fuzzy and your thighs were shaking.

His fingers curled once again, hitting that sweet spot inside you just as he put the right amount of pressure on your clit. You came. Hard. You pulled his hair much harsher than you meant to as your orgasm rocked you. But he loved that. Moaning with you as you rolled your hips against his tongue and rode the wave of pleasure. It was exactly what you had needed. That itch you had been trying to scratch since you had left him on the side of the road finally sated.

You leaned back until your head rested on the mirror behind you. Body going lax as he gazed up at you from between your legs. You smiled down at him as you got your breathing under control. His mouth and chin were wet with your slick. He seemed to also be out of breath. So caught up in your pleasure that his own arousal was hitting him all at once. He didn’t even try to touch himself. So obedient.

“So good baby…” You cooed. Gesturing for him to get to his feet and sitting up properly to reach for his belt. “So… good…” You mumbled between kisses. Tasting yourself on his lips. Tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough. Your leg hooked over his hip to pull him closer. Abandoning your own knife so that you could cup his cheek and tug on his hair at the same time. Kissing him deeper. Blood and arousal on his tongue driving you wild. His hands on your hips, lifting you and pulling you close enough for his cock to slide inside of you. Not as much of a stretch as last time. As he had fully prepared you with his fingers and you were already dripping from your orgasm. Still it nearly knocked the breath out of you. Eyes rolling back into your head as he paused inside him.

He broke the kiss to rest his head against your chest with a low groan. You ran your fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp gently. Allowing him a moment to enjoy being surrounded by you again.

“Needed this so… so fucking bad…” he gasped out against your collarbone. Lips pressing lazy kisses there as he moved, slow, shallow thrusts inside you. “Please… let me cum this time… Please…” you glanced down, surprised he was begging with no prompting. He shook his head gently. “I think I will finally lose my mind if you don't let me…” You could tell he was being sincere. He was so whipped that he couldn’t face another day without finishing inside you.

That mean streak inside you flared up though. With a soft hum you tilted your head. Watching him struggle to contain his arousal.

“If you fuck me good, baby, then sure.”

He broke with a groan, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back into you. It took your breath away. Then he did it again before you could even recover from the first one. Building a fast and relentless rhythm. Your head dropped back against the mirror once again with a long

moan. His cock splitting you open in the best way possible.

Johnny moved how his head rested on your chest so that he could bite and suck at your collarbone and shoulder. If you were in your right mind you would tell him off. Maybe even punish him a little. But you couldn’t bring yourself to even bother. Allowing him to claim you in a small way. Now it was his turn for his moans to fill the room. So lost to your warm tightness that he was drawing near his peak fast. Shuddering as each thrust nearly threw him over the edge. Though a thought kept nagging at the back of his mind. If he came before you, even though you had cum already, you would be angry. And leave. Again. But on the other hand, if he made sure you finished a second time before he could even once, you could leave him hard and helpless once again. Neither option was appealing. But he had never once taken his own pleasure over his partners. Even in such a vital situation as this.

All the pretty victims that had fallen to his lucky knife he had at least granted the decency of a good fuck beforehand. And even though there was no chance he would kill you now, he wanted to make sure you were fully pleased. His own sanity be damned. He bit down on your shoulder hard at the same time as his thumb found your clit.

You were already so sensitive. And the sudden shock of pain and pleasure very nearly had you tumbling into another orgasm. Your thighs squeezing his waist as you cried out his name. Your nails clawing down his back. This all only encouraged him to thrust faster. Harder. Fucking into you like his life depended on it. Despite your efforts to stay in control of your own body you reached your second peak embarrassingly fast. Arching your back against his chest as another wave washed over you and sent your reeling.

“Oh my… Johnny… Fuck!” You clenched around his cock and heard him let out a shuddering groan. He was so pent up. So frustrated over the last couple weeks of chasing you down. It all came to a head and a weak whimper escaped his throat as he finished inside you. His thrusts faltering before slowing to a stop inside you. You were too out of it to even care.

You both rested there. Panting heavily and entangled in eachothers arms. You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and felt him smile where his head laid on your chest. It was an oddly soft moment. Soft for a post sex cuddle in a dirty nightclub bathroom with a dead body lying on the floor at your feet.

Johnny slowly pulled away from you. Staying inside you but leaning back to look you in the eyes. He had an unusually sentimental look in his eye. And despite how little you had known him, you knew it was worrying.

“Come with me…” he whispered. As if he spoke too loud he might scare you off. “Please. I won’t hurt you… I promise, darlin’. I just need you… always.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before you could answer. You smiled gently. You had never wanted to be tied down. But maybe things could be different. You held his face carefully and pulled him away from you. Making him look you in the eye.

“Johnny baby… I like you. I really do. I…” You paused, thinking over your words very carefully. “I think I do want to be with you. But you can’t ask me to give up the things I love.” You glanced down at the body at his feet and gestured in frustration. “I don’t need ‘protecting’ or whatever you buff macho brain has come up with…” He blinked in surprise. Then barked out a nervous laugh.

“Are you kidding? Baby doll, that's why I want you.” He kissed you again and grinned almost menacingly. “I want to watch you kill… I want to do it together. I promise I won’t ever get in your way again…” his hands drifted down to your hips. “My family would… well I wouldn’t say love you… they’re not too fond of outsiders… but once you show them what you can do, baby. They’ll understand your value.”

You snorted and raised an eyebrow. “You got a family of backwood killers out here in the middle of nowhere Texas? Why am I not surprised…”

He grinned. Proud to finally share this with you.

“Come with me. We can make hell.”

You were interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. The two of you had been occupying the club's only bathroom for far too long now. You glanced at each other nervously.

“Get us out of here safe and you have a deal.”

He kissed you once again, reaching behind you to pluck his knife out of the sink.

#self reblog #was thinking about this in the shower #i really outdid myself wow

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total-killer-brainrot · 3 months ago

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bubba i love you so dearly

#i love him so much you guys dont even know #protect this baby

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total-killer-brainrot · 8 months ago

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After hard match

#give bubba a gun #give hands a gun #hands is for sure the only one with a gun license #texas chainsaw massacre

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total-killer-brainrot · 9 months ago

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Dear Horror Movie community,

if I said that Leatherface in Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006)

¡¡¡SPECIFICALLY!!!

Was a bit you know…. Sexy attractive

Would that make me one of yall monster fuckers? Or no? Since he is human ? I believe …

But either way, sorry to Jesus Christ or whatever…

HEAR ME OUT

YOU EAT PUSSY LIKE THAT

Who tf said that??

#ugh #i need him #tcm #thomas hewitt #hes so huggeeee

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total-killer-brainrot · 9 months ago

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A hot Friday the 13th

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total-killer-brainrot · 10 months ago

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piggies ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´(00)`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

#loveeee

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total-killer-brainrot · 11 months ago

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The Deal

No one asked for this, but I needed something dark and gross 🤷‍♀️

TW: Dub-Con turned Non-Con; Infidelity; Cheating; Rough sex; Forced sex; Slight fuck-or-die but not really; Dead Dove Do Not Eat; Unnecessary amount of commas

Setting up the arrangement with Charlie Hewitt left a sour taste in your mouth at the way he openly leered at you the entire time, but you just kept thinking about finally going to bed with a full belly to get you through his poorly concealed innuendos and crass language. It wasn’t until you arrived at the Hewitt’s home, telling your husband you were walking to the next town for groceries as an excuse, that your plan began to crumble. The memory of Charlie’s words making fear squeeze your lungs and bile rising in your throat.

Just when you think you couldn’t feel even more worthless, here you were spreading your legs for a man that wasn’t your husband, all for the chance to get food on your table.

Your husband acted just as worthless as you currently felt and invited his parents to move into your already cramped house without discussing anything with you. Four grown adults living in a one-bedroom shack of a house, with your husband barely making enough money to feed you both let alone two more mouths, was enough to want to pull your hair out. Of course, it didn’t help that your mother-in-law found fault in every single thing you did which your husband agreed with to stay on his mother’s good side. Coupled with your in-laws living beyond their means, including gorging themselves on food that you managed to scrap together, which often left you going to bed hungry and riddled with anxiety. So, when you overheard the local gossip hounds whispering how the Hewitt family would give meat from their job at the slaughterhouse in exchange for favors, it didn’t take long for you to come to a steely resolve. It might have been the numerous days without a steady meal, or how you were belittled everyday at your home, that made you snap and jump at the chance.

‘As much as I want a piece of that pussy…I made a promise to my kin. Tommy’s birthday is coming up and it is far past time for him to become a man despite what mama says. So that’s who you’ll be fucking today. If you got a problem with that then you can fuck off.’

He was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing that it made your head spin.

Relief that you wouldn’t have to sleep with that disgusting excuse of a man making you giddy, before realization at his words struck you like white-hot lightening. You’ve only seen Tommy Hewitt once and the memory was seared into your brain.

You had come across him as he lumbered down the main road on his way home from the slaughterhouse and you were frozen in your tracks as his hulking form stalked past you. He was a large burly man, with broad shoulders, huge biceps, and thick thighs, and his dark shaggy hair didn’t hide the fact that he wore some type of leather mask on the lower part of his face.

He still wore his bloodstained apron.

You had reluctantly agreed once Charlie “sweetened” the deal by promising double the amount of food he would give. Now, here you were, propped up on a bench in the shed while listening to Charlie whisper harshly outside the door. From his tone it sounded like he was scolding someone, Tommy to be exact when you heard his slow heavy footsteps nearing the door, and you swore your heart was going to beat out of your chest the longer you had to wait. From the snippets you could hear it sounded like he was giving instructions and you grimaced when you heard him give vivid instructions on what to put in where.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Tommy came stumbling through the door looking exactly like you remember minus the apron. You realized his blunt appearance was because he was being pushed into the room. Charlie gave you a dirty lingering look, shaking his head with a wistful sigh, before slapping Tommy on a broad shoulder before ducking back out.

The door shut with a firm thud and then you were left alone with the behemoth.

Fear and anxiety once more rushed through you fast enough to make you lightheaded, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest, and the man lingered almost awkwardly by the door. You dimly noticed that he kept his head down, stealing glances at you and your body through his curtain of hair, and you took a deep breath to gather your courage. The bench underneath you was hard and uncomfortable and you knew the sooner you got this over with the sooner you can go home and forget this entire thing.

With shaky hands you hiked up your skirt, removing your panties so they won’t get lost or ruined, and spread your legs. Your face burned in mortification at your actions, even more so when Tommy’s entire body jerked as if sucker-punched, and he didn’t even bother trying to hide the way he openly stared between your legs with wide blue eyes. You fumbled with the small bottle of oil you brought with you, knowing you weren’t going to get properly wet enough to make things less painful, and you quickly waved Tommy over. He approached slowly as if you were going to bite before settling between your spread legs. With him so close you suddenly realized just how big he was, your thighs straining to accommodate the width of his hips, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when a large heavy hand landed on your thigh. His skin was rough and overly warm, thick fingers digging into the meat of your thigh curiously, and you spotted his eyes darting over the rest of your body before settling back between your legs. Your nerves were starting to crumble at his slow pace so you reached down and began unbuckling his pants with trembling fingers.

His entire body tensed up and you mumbled a quiet apology, but your hands continued their work. You knew this was supposedly his first time, but you were anxious to get this over with. Tommy made a low grunting noise as he shuffled on his feet before you got his pants open and his entire body seemed to spasm when you reached into his pants to grab his dick.

You immediately paled at the sheer girth you encountered as you fingers weren’t even close to touching.

He was clearly proportionate to the rest of his body, but that also meant that he was hung like a fucking horse. You let go and fumbled with the vial of oil with a quick prayer for things to be over quickly. You ignored how he jerked his hips closer to you as if willing your hand back as he restlessly pushed his pants down with a grunt to offer you more room to touch him.

His cock stuck out just below his button-down shirt, almost drooping from the heavy weight, and the thick tip was an angry shade of red. You couldn’t help but compare him to your husband. He was larger in every single way, almost laughably so, and you had the brief thought of if you could even get that inside you. It twitched under your gaze. You looked away suddenly embarrassed and saw out of the corner of your eye his hips jerk once more towards you. You felt sweat pool at your lower back, the hot summer air doing nothing to cool you off despite being in shade, and you nervously wiped the sweat beading at your brow the back of your hand. You chided yourself and focused once more at the task at hand.

You poured a generous amount into your palm, nearly half the bottle, and steeled yourself before reaching down to coat him thoroughly. The sound he made didn’t seem human, the punched out garbled growl making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, and you held back your whimper of fright as he thickened even more in your grasp. You tried to not think of how you were going to struggle to take him into your body. You dropped him once he was completely coated and dumped more oil into your hand, steadfastly ignoring the way Tommy panted through his mask. You leaned back while taking a deep breath before reaching down and slathering yourself, working the oil into your cunt while simultaneously trying to stretch yourself with two fingers in preparation. It wasn’t long until you felt calloused fingers brushing against the back of your hand making you nearly shriek in surprise. You whipped your head down to see Tommy had moved closer, eyes completely transfixed between your legs, and you realized he was gripping himself with his other hand.

He was stroking himself at the same pace you were working yourself open.

Unexpectedly, heat simmered low in your pelvis at the sight and you couldn’t help but squirm in place. It was only about a minute later that you could tell he was getting restless, his hand squeezing his cock tight enough to make you wince, and you pretended to not notice him rubbing the weeping tip against your thighs. Tommy suddenly gripped your leg and spread you even further and you did whimper at the pain shooting through your hip at the unnatural position. He began grinding against your hand still buried in yourself, huffing in annoyance when he was denied entry, and you took a shuddering deep breath before moving your hand away to grip the edge of the bench.

“Go…slow, okay? Slow,” you muttered in a raspy voice and the only answer you received was the sensation of something blunt and sticky nudging at you.

He suddenly surged forward in an attempt to ram himself in, making you shriek and kick your pinned leg uselessly, but thankfully he just slid through your wet folds and brushed against your clit. He did that a few more times and was clearly growing agitated.

Even as you tried to weakly soothe him by weakly petting the hand holding you open, but that just seemed to work him up even more. Eventually the head of his cock notched at your entrance and he began to slowly push forward, seemingly learning from his mistakes, and you felt your eyes widen at the stretch. He was impossibly wide, nearly making you scream as your body attempted to reject the intrusion, but he was determined and those dark blue eyes never strayed from your straining cunt. You tried to help by shifting your hips, bracing one foot on the bench to widen your pelvis, and even stretching your other leg out to help ease the tension.

Nothing worked and you couldn’t escape the mounting pressure.

“It’s not going to work…Tommy, you have to stop. It hurts,” you pleaded, beginning to push on his thick chest while wiggling your hips away from him, and your vision blurred with unshed tears. Tommy didn’t like you pushing him away.

With a growl he pulled back, but your relief was short lived as he easily grabbed your hips and flipped you over and resumed his position. One broad palm was flat on your back between your shoulder blades, pinning you in place even as you squirmed and kicked, and you felt him trying to push in again with renewed vigor.

“Tommy, stop! I changed my mind! Get off of me!” you shrieked with growing panic only to have your shouts silenced by the feel of that fat head popping inside you.

Your eyes widened, body freezing and clenching down on reflex, and you barely had time to draw in a breath before Tommy drew back and slammed himself halfway inside you. The scream you let out was ear-piercing and your throat immediately felt shredded from the sound, but was cut off by him rearing back and slamming his hip back into you until he was eventually buried to the hilt.

His croaky moan of pleasure was covered by another scream from you.

Tears were now flowing freely down your face as you howled in pain, feeling as if you were being ripped in half, and you barely noticed Tommy’s other hand reaching down to paw at your wet cheeks as if to soothe you.

He only stayed still for a few seconds before leaning back and beginning a downright brutal pace. His hips were slamming into you with enough force to have the bench beneath you creaking ominously, your pelvis felt like it was going to shatter, and you had the stray thought that no amount of preparation would have ever prepared for you for him. Your gasping cries were short and choppy, from both his frantic pace and the hand pushing you down effectively squishing your lungs, but you still shrieked and yelped for him to stop or at least slow down to let your body adjust.

He didn’t listen.

He seemed possessed, grunting and snarling as he pounded into you mercilessly, and eventually your body went limp. You clawed helplessly against the wood beneath your cheek, blubbering incoherently, and prayed that Tommy would finish quickly. As if punishment for accepting this deal, you were granted no such reprieve.

He continued to rut into you like a mindless beast for what felt like hours, your insides swollen and throbbing as they were pummeled by his thick cock, and sweat was dripping off of him and mingling with your tears as he leaned over you to reach impossibly deeper. It wasn’t until his hips started stuttering and his thrusts turned deep and hard instead of fast and frantic that had you crying in relief at the telltale signs that he was nearing his finish. Then a horrifying realization dawned on you. Tommy wasn’t stopping. Instead it seemed he was spending longer and longer buried completely to the hilt, pressed flush against you as close as he could, and a new wave of terror-induced adrenaline washed over you.

“Not inside…Tommy don’t you fucking dare finish inside me,” you shrieked, renewing your struggles to escape him, and you grew increasingly wild as he only grunted at you.

You began writhing and attempting to twist away from him, kicking your legs and reaching back behind you to claw at his face, anything to get him away from you.

It only resulted in the hand on your back to slide up and fist painfully in your hair, nearly slamming you back onto the table hard enough for you to see black spots swimming in your vision, and his other hand grabbed your hip to further hold you in place. You continued to beg and plead for him to not come inside you, literally anywhere else but inside, but you were steadfastly ignored. His pace suddenly quickened, a low rattling whine escaping his broad chest, and you wailed as he stilled completely buried inside you. You felt his cock jerk and throb followed by a wave of scorching heat soothing your ravaged channel and you screamed in outrage and in despair. Tommy continued to grind into you, riding out his orgasm with small hurt noises escaping his throat, and by the time he was finished you were limp and shivering with shock. Realization of what all just happened rolling through your mind as fast as nausea rolled in your stomach at the feeling of wetness slipping down your thighs. Bile threatened to rise in your throat, silent tears spilling anew down your damp face, and your entire body felt both boiling hot and icy cold.

You wept quietly as he stayed buried inside you. He petted through your hair as if you were a frightened animal, his ragged breathing filling the stuffy air of the shed, and you swore you heard him cooing at you. You felt him lean down and nuzzle the back of your head as his hand moved from your hip to shyly pet over the back of your hand in some twisted form of affection after what just happened. The door suddenly swung open and you didn’t even have the energy to even twitch.

“Atta boy, Tommy! Heard that bitch caterwauling clear down the road!” Charlie shouted with clear glee and humiliation burned in your veins.

You heard the man move closer, no doubt wanting to leer at your crumpled body, but Tommy growled and moved his body more firmly on top of you. As if shielding you from view.

“Aw, what’s this, boy? You finally get your dick wet and now feel like you’re somebody special?” Charlie sneered and you felt the large body on top of you press even tighter to you.

You heard movement around you before a large item wrapped in brown paper tied with twine plopped on the table by your head.

“A deal’s a deal. Don’t be shy now. I’m sure Tommy would love to see you again,” he continued with a wheezing laugh, clearly finding the whole ordeal hilarious, and he walked back out of the shed laughing to himself.

Regret and disgust swirled in your gut at the sight of the paper bag, knowledge of what all transpired making you want to cry all over again, and you let out a small hiccupping sob. Tommy nuzzled into your hair once more, his body relaxing now that Charlie had left, and he resumed his petting. He was letting out a happy garbled sound, clearly not realizing how he had just brutalized you, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

You felt Tommy begin to harden inside you once more.

#amazingggg

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