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Grass Feeding the Grass
Smut based off the movie adaptation of Stephen King and Joe Hillâs In the Tall Grass. I love Stephen King, and I love Patrick Wilson and his characters.
Ross x reader, first person pov, Patrick Wilson x YOU
Word count: about 1k
Reader replaces Becky. No description of reader besides mentions of her being pregnant, being smaller than him, and wearing Beckyâs dress. I couldnât help my mind from wandering to this scenario while watching the movie. I was like yes please.đ
WARNINGS: PURE SMUT, 18+, MDNI, NON-CON/RAPE, rough sex, implied age gap, degradation, humiliation, semi public sex, voyeurism?, choking, size kink af. Just donât read if not comfortable. This one is DARK.
I hit the ground hard, my head spinning and body trembling, as Ross loomed over me. I screamed in absolute horror as he pinned me to the ground with my hands above my head.
âWant to see the rock? Want to lay on it naked, and feel me in you, beneath the pinwheel stars, while the grass sings our names?â
âNooo, please, stop,â is what I choked out, but my body was screaming the opposite. It must have been something in the air or maybe in the grass that seemed to emanate magic. My arms had no more fight as I looked up at him through my tears. His words, that maniacal look in his eyes, and the moonlight rippling off his biceps as he held me down, it was all too much. I couldnât be held accountable the way my body was starting to react to his. Ross must have noticed this too because he laughed in a knowing and almost condescending way. I could only whimper as he lowered his face to my exposed neck.
âI think you do. Donât you?â He smiled that creepy smile against my neck. âOr maybe she doesâŠâ he said while one of his hands moved to my pussy under my dress.
I screamed again. I said no, but it didnât matter. I wanted it.
âYeah I think you like this. I watched all of your resolve give out while you were looking at my body. You want to be pinned down and raped by me while six months pregnant. Your eyes turned from fear to lust. Donât they go hand in hand so often?â
He began sucking at my neck and gently rubbing my cunt through my drenched panties, as I whimpered and moaned. I could imagine the dirt underneath me turning to mud as my arousal soaked through my thin cotton dress. I was a mess as his kissing and sucking gave way to hard biting. Hard enough to draw blood. I felt it slide down my neck and into the grass where it blossomed and flourished along with my other fluids. We were grass feeding the grass.
Quickly, he pulled my panties to the side, and shucked off his pants. I was powerless to get away. He was so much bigger and stronger than me. I watched as he removed his underwear, freeing his massive cock. No, no, no, no, I think I was babbling as he returned to his previous position over me and lined himself up with my slick entrance. I screamed as he forced himself inside of me in one quick motion, almost effortlessly as I was so ready.
âOhh fuck.â He moaned as he stilled, waiting for me to accommodate the rest of him. I was crying and whimpering louder now. He was impossibly big as he split me in half, and it hurt as much as it felt good.
âI know. I know. Iâm so big.â He whispered mockingly into my ear as my whimpers turned to moans, and he started rocking his hips into me. âYouâll have no trouble pushing this baby out once I get done with you, Sweetheart.â
I screamed. He wasnât Travis, and he wasnât the father of my baby, making this all the more twisted.
âDonât cry pretty girl. You want this. The grass wants this.â His hands explored my body as he sped up the pace of his hips meeting mine. The pain was giving way to pleasure.
âGet off of me.â I said one last time while looking up at him. I didnât sound very convincing. Rossâ gaze hadnât left me this entire time, watching as my body moved with his. His eyes seemed to light up with fiery arousal at my pleas.
âFeel it, Darlinâ. Let yourself feel it.â
âNooo,â I screamed again, but felt a familiar burning inside my core as my orgasm built.
âYes thatâs it. I can feel how much you love this. Can you feel how much the grass loves this?â
With my release climbing, the grass had stood taller, and seemed to chant like a low chorus. I could suddenly feel a million eyes on me. They were watching and began to vibrate and pulse with our bodies. Their music rose from the low chant to a higher pitched song. Their voices seemed to build in time with my body. I moaned and writhed, urging myself not to come on my rapistâs cock, as he watched on in complete bliss.
âTheyâre all watching you. Come, and let us fertilize the grass,â Ross said through labored breaths. He was getting close too, as his movements were becoming sloppily love drunk. âCome on my cock, Darlinâ.â
The last part came out as a growl as his big, strong hands wrapped around my throat, effectively cutting off my breathing. His muscles flexed as he did, and that was all it took for my pathetic cunt to begin spasming around his insanely large cock. The sounds I made in the process were as inhuman as the grass chorus. Their sound had risen and reached a crescendo.
Then it was like the earth stood still for a second, and it was beautiful. A single tear rolled down my cheek as his hands suddenly crushed my windpipe. My eyes went wide, and he smiled that wicked smile and came inside of me with one last thrust.
I was dead in an instant, but he stayed there a while longer just stroking my hair. I was his eternally. I would soon return from the grass I died in. And he would be ready for me again.
TAGLIST: @sthefany16
I will write more Patrick Wilson character x reader smut. Iâve always loved him in Insidious and the Conjuring, and I just recently watched the Watchmen and boy do I have ideas.