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hannibals-favourite-meal · 6 months

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Can I request for your Halloween celebration dracula x fem reader with the prompt you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, with loads of fluff and maybe some smut please

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Count Vlad Dracula x plus size reader

When you are sentenced to death by your village, the monster in the woods gives you a chance at a better life- by his side

Warnings: minor angst (reader is sacrificed by her village), fluff, i kind of followed the Dracula Untold backstory because he is so stupidly hot and I love the angst, love confessions, mentions of blood, Vlad is slightly toxic but what do you expect, biting, sort of implied death? reader is turned

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Halloween Celebration

Every town had their own ghost stories, legends that grew from whispers in the night. But the monster that stalked your home was very real and very dangerous. It stalked the shadows between the small homes, picking off the weakest of the population in the dead of night.

Fear was woven into your very existence, taught to you since the moment you could comprehend your parent’s words. Your senses were constantly tuned to the world around you, listening for any extra footsteps, eyes locked on the castle that loomed over your home but it wasn’t enough, not when the elders of the village determined that in order to protect everyone, only one must be sacrificed.

You were the easy choice- young enough to be a valuable meal but not a child anymore, you were pure and soft, unable to protect yourself in the vast wilderness that surrounded you. You screamed and cried and fought them as hard as you could but it did you no good, you still ended up at the steps of the steps of the castle, barefoot and terrified.

Frozen in fear, you trembled as the huge ornate doors opened before you. Candlelight spilled into the night air illuminating your way, but you refused to move. Some baser instinct in your brain told you that if you remained totally still, the monster would leave you alone and once dawn finally broke, you could run to another town.

Alas, it knew you were there. “Come inside before you catch your death of cold.” A voice called to you, urging you into its den. Acting of their own accord, your legs pushed your forwards and into the warmth of the grand hall, even as your mind screamed at you to turn and run.

As soon as you were inside, the doors slammed shut behind you, sealing you into the place that would become your tomb. “Such a skittish little thing aren’t you.” The voice bounced off the towering walls and you whipped your head around, attempting to pinpoint where it came from.

Your heart pounded in your ears as your stomach twisted in fear. A sigh echoed around you. “You needn’t be frightened little one, I will not hurt you.” The voice was far softer now, the tone more of a man comforting a scared animal rather than a deadly creature taunting its prey.

“Please don’t kill me.” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could. The smell of copper and ancient books overwhelmed your senses as someone stood before you.

A soft touch against your full cheek made you flinch but the hand did not move away, in fact the tips of his fingers brushed your skin, travelling slowly downwards until they touched your lips. “How could I destroy something so pure?” He whispered.

Tentatively, you cracked open one eye and your breath caught.

Before you stood the most handsome man you could imagine. Black curls framed a square jaw, dotted with dark stubble. His eyes seemed brown at first but the longer you looked, the more you realised that they were an incredibly deep red. Shallow wrinkles decorated the outside of his eyes and his mouth, making him appear incredibly human. A smile pulled at his thin lips, exposing a pair of deadly fangs. He wore an outfit of delicately embroidered silk, making him appear as a lord or a king.

Your body relaxed, allowing him to cup your jaw with a fondness you couldn’t quite understand. “There you go. See, nothing to be afraid of.” His accent was thick, very much like the way your grandfather used to speak when you were little. “Now, why don’t you tell me why you were outside my home in the dead of night wearing so little?”

It was only then that you looked down at the thin white slip you had been wearing when the men broke into your home and pulled you from your bed. “They brought me here.” You managed to say, your voice thick with tears.

The man’s dark brows lifted, prompting you to continue. You doubted you couldn’t disobey if you tried. “They said it was to stop more deaths.”

His slightly crooked nose twitched as his eyes flashed with anger. “Foolish.” He snarled under his breath, and you gasped as he squeezed your wide hip tightly, you hadn’t even realised that his hand had moved. That seemed to break him from his trance.

“Ah I apologise. To touch a lady like yourself in that way is most inappropriate. Here, let us get you warm and fed.”

Sunset licked at the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of purple and pinks until they bled into the back of night, giving way to the silver of stars. You had slept through the day, too exhausted from the night’s events to even eat once you had bathed.

Your benefactor had provided you with a truly lavish room and clothes that were slightly outdated but made of incredibly expensive materials. He told you to rest and that he would rejoin you the next night since he had some business to take care of during the day. You were so tired, you didn’t question him but now, you wondered what possible business he could be attending to.

Too frightened to leave your room, you settled on looking through the small collection of books on the shelf next to the bed. Many of the titles were in languages you could not understand but there were a few that you recognised. Love stories and tales of valour, stories you were told when you were young before your parents had died.

Absent-mindedly, you plucked one out and turned to the first page. The words were so achingly familiar- a girl is forced into the servitude of a monster by her family. He is wary of her at first but slowly, they begin to fall for one another until she kisses him after they are attacked by the villagers and he nearly perishes. The beast turns back into a man and they spend the rest of their lives in bliss.

“I see you are quite fond of that story as well, it has always been a favourite of mine.” His voice startled you but terror did not accompany it. You looked up from the book to see the man, who had not yet told you his name, leaning against the doorway. Unlike the night before, he wore a simple white tunic and dark trousers.

Heat bloomed across your cheeks as you spotted the way the dark curls on his chest were exposed by the loosely tied shirt. “My mother used to read it to me.” You stammered out, causing his smile to become even softer.

“She must have been a woman with taste.” You nodded absentmindedly, tracing the spine of the book with your fingertips. Silence settled between you and after a moment, he spoke again.

“You may ask questions, I will not punish you for being curious.” He gently took the book from you, placing it back onto the shelf before he took your hands into his own. His skin was cold, unnaturally so, and it sent a chill down your spine.

“What- who are you?” The words flew from your lips. You expected him to show some offence to your question but he just chuckled and brought your hands to his mouth. He placed a kiss on your knuckles.

“I am Count Vlad Dracula and this is my home, as it has been for centuries.” Your breath hitched, he continued. “As for your other question, I am an ancient creature who must consume blood to live. There are many names for my kind but I prefer the term vampire.”

“Are you going to feed from me?” Your voice was barely a whisper, merely a soft exhale forced from your lungs.

“No, I would never wish to mar your perfect skin with something so sinful, not unless you beg.” Your heart jumped.

“Why would I beg for that?” But he just shook his head with a cocky smirk, refusing to answer. “Why didn’t you kill me like the others?”

Dracula sighed heavily and released your hands. “There are many monsters in this world and some are not trapped by the night. Killers and rapists, evil men who lie and manipulate for personal gain. Those are who sustain me. Their blood is sour, tainted, but I refuse to kill those who have done nothing to deserve such a death though their blood is undeniably sweeter.”

His face twisted with shame and despair, the face of a man condemned for his sins no matter how much he repented. You tentatively stepped closer to him. “You’re an avenging angel, a noble monster.”

He scoffed but it was not spiteful, in fact, it almost seemed fond. “I am no angel, I am only fulfilling a duty I was bestowed long ago.”

“You saved me, that seems quite the noble deed.” Something in your chest tugged you to him, compelling you to wrap him in your arms and hide away forever. Instead your fingers curled into the soft sieve of his shirt, anchoring you to him once more.

“Not as noble as one might think. But let us not dwell on that, you must be famished. I think a hot meal will do you some good and then maybe you can read to me by the fire.” He picked up the book once more as he gestured for you to wrap your arm through his own. You dutifully obeyed, ignoring the feeling of his muscular bicep in your hands as he led you away.

“Has this always been your home?” You asked, desperate for an interruption to the silence between you. Dracula’s eyes flicked to you briefly, the red of his irises flickering in the candlelight of the hall.

“No, for much of my human life, I lived in a village not too dissimilar to your own. But that was a very long time ago and I prefer not to think on the past.” Your mouth snapped shut and you nodded in feigned understanding.

Your combined footsteps echoed behind you, leaving ghosts of yourselves to follow as you journeyed into the heart of the palace you had feared for so long.

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Most days followed this pattern, you would sleep until early evening when Dracula would rouse you with a gentle knock at the door. He would escort you to the dining room, you would eat while he sipped at a goblet of what looked to be wine and then you both would settle in one of his many sitting rooms with a book, a new one each time. Sometimes he would tell you stories of his undead life, painting vivid pictures of far away lands and unique people. On occasion, he would detail his affliction, giving you glimpses of how this all came to be.

Then, as midnight struck, he would leave you then with a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He would return hours later, smelling of the earth and blood.

In those moments, his eyes were always wild. In those moments, his chest puffed with air though he did not need to breathe. It did something inexplicable to you, a fire would flicker to life in your belly as wetness pooled at the apex of your thighs. He would look at you as his nostrils flared, undoubtedly inhaling your scent. He would tear himself from your presence and retreat to his chambers in the back of the palace where you were forbidden to go.

By the next evening, he would be himself once more.

“Vlad?” The vampire opened a single eye in acknowledgement from where his head lay in your lap. One of your hands was buried in his black curls, while the other held up a book which you quickly discarded to the side so you could rest your palm against his sternum. When you first touched his chest like that, the lack of a heartbeat greatly disturbed you but now, it was strangely comforting.

“What is it my sunlight?” You tried to smile at him but you knew he could see right through you.

“Do you promise not to get mad at me?” He chuckled, his broad chest shaking beneath your hand.

“I will never get mad at you.” You breathed out a heavy sigh of relief before speaking again.

“Why have you kept me here so long? I would think that you do not need a human around that you will not feed off of. I can’t see myself providing you any real use.” His other eye snapped open and part of you screamed to stop talking, to take it back under the guise of you being too hot but another part was curious about his answer. “I suppose a woman has other uses but you have not touched me outside of moments like this so-“

Faster than you could comprehend, Vlad sat up straight, his face mere inches from yours. “Where did you come up with these ideas?”

“I-“

“If you wanted to leave, you could just leave but I guarantee the village won’t take you back.” He snarled spitefully. He scoffed and stood from the sofa but you quickly followed. Before you could think, you grabbed his hand.

The growl that escaped his lips was that of a vicious beast as he bared his deadly fangs at you, his eyes flashing bright red. A brief spike of fear raced through you and you gasped. Suddenly, he was back to himself. “I frighten you, that’s why you want to leave.”

You quickly shook your head, your grip upon his wrist tightening though you would be no match against his strength. “I am more frightened of the spiders in my room than I am of you. You tell me you are a monster yet you have never hurt me, you have been kinder to me than most humans I have met. I wonder about those things because I feel useless to you. You ask nothing of me in exchange for your home, your protection, your food. And I fear that one day you will desire something of me that I cannot give and I will have to leave you.”

His broad shoulders sagged as he faced you once more. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He murmured in reverence. “And I am a selfish, selfish man.”

“To keep you here, in my home, to dress you in clothes of my choosing, to have you read my books- it is selfish, entirely so but I find that I am unable to part from you. Your very existence calls to me, urges me to do terrible things just to keep myself from drinking you down. You have enchanted me, hypnotised me from the moment you stepped foot in my home and I cannot explain it. It feels as if my heart has known you for years.” Every word he spoke resonated through your chest, articulating the feelings that swirled around your mind aimlessly. You stepped closer to him and his arms wrapped around your thick waist.

“You make me feel human again.” He pulled you closer, your breasts brushed against his strong chest. “You remind me what it is to love and to be loved. You have given me a chance to live anew and I wish to give you the same chance, no matter how selfish it may be.” His right hand trailed up your arm, coming to rest at the base of your throat, his thumb pressed against the frantic beating of your pulse.

“I want to taint you, to condemn your soul to hell as long as it means that you can be by my side until eternity. I keep you here because I need you, because I crave you like the tide craves the moon, like flowers crave the sun. You are the purpose of my undead existence, I have lost too much already and I will not lose you too.”

Your eyelashes fluttered against the steel of your cheek as the tip of his nose brushed against your own. “You will never lose me, I am entirely, wholly yours.” His groan echoed through your chest, it made your skin explode in goosebumps.

“Don’t say that my sunshine.”

“Why not?” Your gaze was fixated upon his lips, eager to finally feel them upon your own.

“Because I really will make you mine. I will turn you, make you into a monster like me.” But his tone was eager, filled with desire and longing for just that.

“Then give me a chance for an everlasting life- with you.” There was a moment’s pause and then he ducked his head, his lips barely brushing against yours as they travelled down your jaw and moved along your throat, coming to rest where his thumb had been but he did not bite.

“Please Vlad.” You begged, burying your hands in his hair once more.

“I told you that you would beg for this.” He teased before his jaw hinged open and he sunk his fangs into your warm skin, quickly draining away your mortal life. You clung to the monster who was destined to kill you and all you could think was that maybe the fear you felt for so long was only a restlessness for a new beginning.

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judgementdaysunshine · 7 months

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Halloween prompts

“I’m decorating the car” “NO!”

“Small fire! I said to set a small fire! This is not small!”

“You look so cute!” “I’m not supposed to look cute! I’m supposed to scare you!”

“We should wear matching costumes”

“It’s Halloween, everybody’s entitled to one good scare”

“Come on under the covers with me”

“Stop playing around with the lights, it’s not funny”

“Your hands are cold”

“i don’t like scary movies” - “i’ll keep you safe”

“You’ve got leaves in your hair”

“Horror marathon at my place later, you’re bringing the candy”

“It’s officially Halloween, do you know what that means?” “Pumpkin everything?” “Pumpkin everything”

“Pet the black cat for good luck” “Isn’t it the other way around?” “No”

“We should watch a horror movie!”

“What’s with all the candles?”

“It’s not even that cold!”

“Quit trying to scare me! I know that’s you!”

"Let's party with horror and thrills tonight!"

"I am never letting you drink at a Halloween party again"

"Am I too high or did something fall?"

"I remember the first Halloween I got drunk"

"I swear to god if you scare me while watching any of these movies I'll shove my foot up your ass"

"Never knew pumpkin and vanilla smelled good together"

"Why are we doing a bonfire tonight again?"

"Never knew you liked horror movies so much"

“We’re not scaring your parents”

“I may or may not have stayed up to watch a horror movie and now I can’t sleep - don’t laugh at me! - can you please come over?”

“Can I hold your hand? I’m scared”

"Stop squirming, you're gonna mess up your face paint!"

"Well looks like you had a fun night"

"Are you high?" "Doo Doo boop boo" "Oh yeah you're high alright"

"Why do you look like you just threw up and had a heart attack at the same time?"

"Looks like we're going trick or treating with my siblings and nephews/nieces"

"Take the damn spider down that's gonna scare the shit out of someone and I don't want it to be my little siblings or mom"

"Why did you pick these movies?"

"Oh god not the home movies when I was a kid at Halloween.."

"You look terrified in this picture"

"You need to have your hair like that more often"

"Damn you look good"

"Baby please not the leather you know what that does to me..."

"Why the hell did we agree to do this in a basement, his especially!?'

"If I go outside and find my car covered in stringed lights I'm smacking you"

"This isn't funny at all, I might laugh later! But not right now"

"It's 3 AM why the hell are you watching Friday the 13th?!"

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profoundbondfanfic · 6 months

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Spooky season is upon us and we at profoundbondfanfic thought we should mark the occasion by spending the next week giving you our fav recs of fics that are perfect for this time of the year.

Whether it's our boys hunting ghosts or being supernatural creatures themselves, there are fics for all your eerie needs.

Have a very frightening Halloween, everyone!

From the members, @casblackfeathers @casloveshisfreckles @dothwrites @kitmistry @peanutbutterjelly-pie and @valandrawrites

#halloween celebration #blog announcement

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samdeancass · 2 years

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Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester x witch!reader

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You and the boys were currently on a case in the middle of Iowa, in a rather creepy looking toy store. There has been a number of complaints of freaky goings on and people being terrorized by ghosts, and what better way to spend Halloween night than to hunt ghosts?

Sam walked in front of you and Dean. In front of you, you spotted a toy clown in the middle of a shelved cabinet and decided to have a little fun. You nudged Dean. “Watch this..” You waited until Sam walked over to the cabinet and used your powers to turn the clowns head towards him.

Immediately, Sam stiffened up at took 10 long strides away from the toy. “G-guys, I think that clown’s looking at me. Please turn it away. You know how much they freak me out.” You and Dean stifled your laughter as Dean turned the toy around.

You carried on your investigation until you noticed that Sam had made his way back to the cabinet again. The same as before, you turned the toy and waited for him to react. Only a few seconds later did Sam let out a scream and ran out of the store. “You guys can finish the investigation yourselves. I’ll wait in the car.”

You and Dean bent over with laughter at the sight of Sam. Once you had both calmed down, you continued your search to find any clue as to who could be haunting the store. In the back room Dean found a slip of paper that wasn’t addressed to the current owner and knew that he had found the name of the culprit.

You both headed back out to the car where Sam was sitting, staring straight ahead and tightly holding the dashboard. Dean slid into the drivers seat and chuckled at his brother. “Seriously Sammy, with all the creepy sons of bitches we’ve seen, you’re scared of a freaking clown toy?! A childrens’ clown toy. That’s hilarious!”

Sam looked over at his brother and narrowed his eyes. “Just drive, Dean. Before I buy you a one-way plane ticket out of here. Then we’ll see who’ll be laughing.” Immediately, Dean’s expression and demeanor changed. He turned on the engine and started to drive towards the only local graveyard.

The drive was silent; the boys giving side glances and death stares at each other whilst you sat in the back seat, thriving off the chaos you’ve caused. Dean parked the car and headed around to the trunk to gather the tools you needed.

You had to admit, walking through a dark, creepy graveyard on Halloween night sent shivers down your spine. You were still new to the hunting business and even though you’re a witch, you were still learning the ropes of the supernatural world.

“Please guys, remind me again. Why are we digging up a dead body in a creepy graveyard?” You all stopped at a grave and Dean handed you a shovel. “We need to dig up the body of the ghost to burn it so they can rest and be at peace. Otherwise, they’ll just keep terrorizing and killing people, at that’s not good.”

You all started to dig until Sam piped up. “You know Y/N, for a witch, you really don’t know much about the world you come from.” You raised an eyebrow. “Well, Sammy, I know enough to be able to do this.” You raised your arms and flicked your fingers, making Sam hover in the air.

“C’mon, Y/N. Put me down.” You began to snigger. “No, not until you apologise.” When he didn’t, you raised your arms a little higher, Sam rising along with you. “Alright, I’m sorry.” You nodded and put your arms back to your sides, sending Sam flying to the ground, you and Dean in pleats of laughter.

“That’ll teach you to underestimate a witch!”

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thespiritoflife · 2 years

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shiningdesignersreflections · 6 months

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Chapter 2: Halloween Celebration

Narrated by Aeon.

Narrator: With Halloween just a few days away, Shadowflow bustles with people dressed in Halloween costumes and newly opened shops.

Narrator: We see a few shops with adorable Halloween stickers on their doors. Then, a few pigeons fly past us and land on the roof of a tavern across the street.

Narrator: Witches, ghosts, vampires... we see people dressed up in all sorts of different costumes in the Halloween parade coming through. One of the werewolves even bows elegantly at Marina.

Marina: Wow, the werewolf is looking this way!

Narrator: Marina can't seem to take her eyes off of the parade. Then, the costume shop and sweets stand next to the parade catch her attention.

Marina: I wonder where people got their witch hats and lollipops?

Narrator: Marina's eyes are screaming envy, and it doesn't seem like it's going to go away without some proper shopping.

Narrator: When we're finished, Marina comes out of the shop with a witch hat on her head and a colorful lollipop in hand, like the rest of the kids on the street.

Marina: Look over there. What are those people doing?

Aeon: Don't just run away, Marina.

Narrator: Marina is obviously having too much fun to recall what we came here to do. Spending Halloween here with her in Miraland, however, is a new experience in and of itself.

Narrator: The shops on the street all have an adorable jack-o'-lantern sitting on their porches, and some of them even have spooky signs hanging up high. Marina is getting all worked up.

Marina: Aeon, look! It looks like a haunted house!

Narrator: I look at the line-up with no end in sight, and then at Marina, who is super excited now. Knowing that there can be no escaping this, I head over to the line-up with Marina in tow.

Staff: Hey guys, come check out our new murder mystery game! Now you can play with a limited-time bonus!

Narrator: A staff member comes up to us with a flyer before we even get to the line-up. It's the same black-and-red flyer like the one from before.

Narrator: A mansion in the moonlight with words written in blood across its windows... this flyer reminds me of the movie poster Marina showed me before. Bats hanging upside down on the flyer add a spooky air to it.

Staff: Our special prize for the winner this year is a free one-year murder mystery game pass!

Narrator: One of the staff members hands me a poster and puts an adorable ghost badge in Marina's hand.

Marina: A murder mystery game?

Narrator: Marina stops walking and pulls at me. I can't be sure if she's doing it because of the cute ghost badge or the free admission tickets.

Marina: Nikki told me about this before. It's a lot of fun!

Narrator: Marina's eyes are brimming with excitement. I touch her head gently as I take the flyer.

Aeon: We're visitors, and we're new to Shadowflow. Could you tell us a bit about this haunted house?

Narrator: The staff member, however, smiles knowingly and points at the Secret Chamber's logo on that flyer.

Staff: We can't really tell you much. All I can say is that it tests you on your reasoning and puzzle-solving skills.

Staff: And we just refurbished our Secret Chamber to spice everything up in it, and I'm sure you'll love it. Want to give it a go?

Narrator: Marina jumps up and nods her head excitedly as she hears "reasoning" and "puzzle-solving skills."

Marina: We're signing up! You can't find anyone better at puzzle-solving than my brother!

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Samhain Blessings

Samhain Blessings to all! This has been my first Samhain in the very first place I’ve ever owned. It truly was a beautiful night.

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.⋆｡Continuing The Bloodline｡⋆.

Thomas Hewitt x plus size reader

An incident with a dryer, a knitted hat and your mother-in-law’s prying questions leads to something great.

Warnings: ssmut, breeding kink, unprotected sex, size kink, slight reference to murder, fluff, cream pie, no prep

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Halloween Celebration

The rain had been relentless over the past week, constantly battering at the windows and providing a comforting white noise through the house. Hoyt had decided after the second straight day of downpour that he would hole up at the station, saying he needed space away from his brother and his ‘whore’ but you knew that it was because Luda Mae wouldn’t let him smoke in the house, even if the porch was temporarily out of commission from the rain.

You were honestly happy with the whole situation, given that most of your jobs involved being in the garden all day or helping down at the gas station and your husband spent most of his free time in the basement, you finally had the chance to just relax together.

You hummed as you pulled the laundry out of the dryer you somehow convinced the family to buy, placing each piece of clothing lovingly into your basket. “Oh no.” You muttered, picking up the pink beanie that you had knitted which had evidently ended up in the dryer by accident. It was now a quarter of the size it was when you had first made it with your mother-in-law’s assistance.

Sighing, you placed it at the top of the pile before propping the basket on your hip and making your way upstairs. “Y/N, is the laundry done?” The last step creaked as you stepped on it.

“Yes ma’am. Although I accidentally shrunk the hat we made.” You approached the older woman with the now tiny hat after putting the laundry basket down on the dining room table. Luda Mae smiled as softly as she could while taking it from your hands.

“Would ya look at that, it’s barely big enough for a baby.” She looked from the hat back up to you. “When are you and Thomas gonna give me some grandbabies, this would be perfect for them. You know you two have a duty to keep this family going.” Heat rushed to your cheeks at the thought of carrying Thomas’s baby.

It wasn’t uncommon for Luda Mae to suggest an expansion of the Hewitt family, especially since your wedding almost a year ago but you hadn’t seriously considered it until recently. Imagining your giant of a husband over you, pumping you full over and over again, forcing you to cum on his thick cock as he bred you- it was too much and if you thought about it for longer than a minute, you would soak your panties through.

You cleared your throat and awkwardly looked away. “We haven’t really talked about it. I’m not actually sure if Tommy even wants kids.” There was a pause, then the overwhelming presence of your husband appeared behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and met his wide blue eyes.

Luda Mae smirked as Thomas snatched the hat from her hand, not even bothering to berate him for being rude. You opened your mouth to question him but only a squeak escaped your lips as you suddenly found yourself hoisted over his broad shoulder, watching as Luda Mae disappeared around a corner, muttering to herself about a visit to town.

You bounced against his muscular back as your husband took the stairs two at a time in his haste to return to your shared bedroom. The door slammed shut behind you with so much force that the walls shook. “Thomas!” His name was forced from your lungs in a gasp as he threw you onto your perfectly made bed.

He growled at you in response and held up the small beanie with a surprising amount of care. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “What?” He shook the hat but you still didn’t understand him, so he took another route.

You let out a yelp as he grabbed your shirt collar and tugged, ripping the fabric in two, exposing your naked chest to his hungry gaze. “Thomas!” But he ignored your cry, his huge hands now fiddling with your belt to pull your jeans down your soft legs. His eyes were wild with lust, chest heaving as he struggled to breathe through his mask.

You attempted to wiggle away but his hands clamped down on your ankles and pulled. Your clothed pussy met the bulge of his cock. Thomas loomed over you, the mass of his body blocking out the light from the small bulb above the bed.

His eyes stayed locked onto yours as he placed his left hand onto your plush lower stomach, letting you feel the cold metal of his wedding ring. “Do you want to have a baby with me?” You asked softly, making him nod enthusiastically.

Heat raced through your veins, settling between the apex of your thighs. “Right now?” He responded by shucking down his own pants just enough to release his thick cock. Pre-cum beaded on the end of his uncut length, he was throbbing almost violently at the thought of finally doing his husbandly duty.

Rain pelted the windows of the bedroom as you watched your husband wait for consent. His muscles were wound tight like a predator waiting to strike and you wondered if this is what his victims saw moments before they met their demise. And for some reason, it was fucking hot.

You gingerly placed your left hand onto his own, your wedding rings hitting each other with a soft clink as you applied more pressure to your stomach. “Get me pregnant Tommy.”

His chest rumbled as he hooked a fat thumb into your ruined panties, yanking them to the side. You had barely a moment to fill your lungs before it was punched out of you with a single, brutal thrust.

The scream you let out was barely even human, it was feral and raw and it drove your husband past the brink of insanity. He didn’t even wait until you adjusted to the massive heft of his cock, he just started moving, desperate to fill you up with every last drop of his cum.

He grabbed the soft fat of your legs and pushed them up, pinning your knees as close to your chest as he could get. Thomas thrust downwards, the fat head of his cock hitting your cervix with each roll of his thick hips. “Please! Want your babies!”

His fingers dug into the back of your legs as his pace somehow became more frantic. You clung to him like it was the only thing you knew how to do as you thrashed on the mattress. Pleasure was turning your mind hazy, words spilling from your lips. “Tommy! Make me pregnant!” Your nails dug into his still clothed back, forcing a pleasured hiss from his lips.

Black hair hung over his face, brushing against your cheeks as he pressed himself even closer to you, he could not bear even an inch of space between you, not when he was so desperately trying to give you the one thing that you were begging for.

Your body seized as the tension in your belly finally snapped. Your vision whited out and you howled, clawing at your husband who continued to thrust, working you through your high and sending you headfirst into another.

His cock throbbed violently in your fluttering cunt, he was dangerously close. “Tommy.” You moaned through your gasping breaths. “Fill me up, give me your babies.”

Thomas’s head dropped to the crook of your neck as he pushed into one final time before heat spread through your stomach. He clung to you as tightly as he could, letting your legs fall to his hips. You both stayed like that for a while, his softening cock still nestled deep inside you, his body covering yours as you caught your breath.

“Ya know, it might take a few tries.” His laugh came out as more of a huff against the cooling skin of your neck. You kissed his temple and ran your hands through his hair as he wound his arms around your thick waist, holding you as close as he could.

You hoped that next year, you would have a little Thomas in your arms and maybe another one on the way. Like Luda Mae said, it was your duty to carry on the Hewitt name.

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