#the hillbilly

[anonmousegosqueak]

Day 20 of Mouse's Daily Dead by Daylight

My tummy hurts and my feelings are confusing :(

I mean I know he's evil... But I could fix him ✨

He also doesn't deserve pixels because actually I hate him.

Like... Okay not to be overly positive but 5/5? I think I did a pretty good job!

Mr. John DbD! The original guy! Silly (hill)billy! If it weren't for the animal killing and stuff, he'd probably be one of my favorites. I can excuse murder, but I draw the line at being a farmer >:(

Edit: he wasn't actually the first I was getting him confused with Trapper. And The First ig. Anyways, I thought it was funny so I'm keeping my incorrect-ness in

[wretched-library]

Notes: Somnophilia

It seems like only Max's heavy breathing can be heard in the entity's trial realm. Your unconscious body is laying on the ground, clothes tainted with dirt and blood. He swears he's sorry, and that it'll be over soon.

Max had knocked you out, deliberately cornering you at the edge of the realm and chasing out the remaining survivors attempting to rescue you.

He's been pent up, and it's your fault. You didn't make faces of disgust at him like the other survivors do, you even talked sweetly when you coaxed him out of hiding when he's watching you. Touched his arm like you didn't want him to leave.

You're so nice. He knows that even if you were to be awake right now, you'd forgive him, right? You're such an angel.

His cock twitched in his pants as he thought of your voice, your touch. You'd definitely place your hand on his arm, squeezing it while saying in your soft voice "It's okay, Max."

His breathing gets shorter and shallower, almost like a dog panting. He crouches down, carefully moving you to have you lay on your back. Gently moving your hair out of your face, he lets out a whimper at the sight of you. So peaceful in your sleep. So pretty.

He let's out a broken gasp as he moves to unzip his pants, the friction making him jolt because of his sensitivity. He mumbles incoherent words, jumbled apologies and praises as he pulls down your garments. "Ah'm so sorry angel.. you're so pretty.. and nice.. couldn't resist.. 'know you'd forgive me.. won't you?"

Nudging the tip of his cock against you, he whines at your warmth, needing more. His fingers digging into the dirt beside you while the other trembles in reverence while caressing your hips.

He's hovering over your unconscious body, rutting into you like a fucking animal. He needs to fill you up, he just has to. You're so perfect. So nice. And very much his.

He apologises for having to take you like this, what is he even supposed to do? He can't just ask you after carefully building this connection with you.

His breath ghosts over your neck as he leans over to fuck into you at a better angle, moaning and whimpering as he gripped your hips. What would you have said if he told you he wanted to be inside you like this?

You let out a sound, a rough hum that indicates you waking up. "Shh.. mmh- 'm close.. just a little-.. angel, please.." He shushes you, suppressing his moans to not disturb your sleep. Not yet, he's so close, please let him cum before you wake up.

Your squirm as the consciousness to the feeling of his cock inside you slowly forms. The sound of his whines and wet plaps fading in as you stir awake.

You let out a rough, low moan at the feeling of his cock hitting your insides. The first thing you see is the night sky, his hair at the corner of your eye. His face was buried in your neck as he huffed, shamelessly continuing to fuck you even as you wake up.

Is it fucked up that you immediately knew that it was him? Or maybe that you had hoped this would happen? Does it really matter? He feels so fucking good.

"Max.." you moan, your thighs moving to align his hips properly against yours. You moved your hands, reaching up to squeeze his arms and trailing up to wrap around his neck.

Your moans get louder as his thrusts get faster, moving deep into you as he gets closer. "Angel.. ah'm gonna.. hah.."

"It's okay, Max. Cum for me, will you?"

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If you like Max, here's a recommendation, 2

[littlemisscalamity]

On The Hook- Part Two!

The Hillbilly x Reader x The Cannibal

He crouched down, leaning on his knees as he looked up at me, a deep, all consuming stare emanated from his doe eyes. A deep pool of brown, a cloud of purity and intrigue within them. My skin broke into goosebumps as a waft of chilled air unfurled across my body. This seemed to interest him. He rose back up, a rough, calloused hand reaching towards my soft, warm stomach. He placed his index finger gently below my diaphragm, and gingerly skirted it down the central line of my abdomen. He stopped right above the belt my jeans. He brought both hands up and softly caressed my hips, rubbing his thumb in small, deliberate circles. I took my eyes off of his hands to look at his covered face. I found his deep set eyes already looking at me. An intent gaze. He was gaging me, looking for a negative reaction. I hadn't exactly reacted negatively yet, but not necessarily positively either. The ghost of a smile crept up the side of my lips. Nothing intense, or forced, just a moment of care. After so long being drowned in the violence and anguish the fog provides, a touch of tender nature can only be enjoyed. I sighed, wanting to enjoy the moment as much as I could.

His hands slid up to my sides, moving towards my back as he pulled me closer to him. He held me tight in his stiff arms, his head resting on my chest as he leaned into me so heavily my back was forced to arch into him. Unable to comfort him with my hands I simply rest my head upon his, nuzzling my cheek in his thick, unruly, curled hair. He smelt deeply of aged leather and sweat. A mix of bourbon was noticeable beneath the over whelming hints of metal and blood. I exhaled his scent to inhale it again, deeper. He made small sounds, nearly whimpers. Senseless blabbering i didn't have the knowledge to yet decipher. Hu rubbed his face against my chest, taking deep, full breaths. I let him continue, my chin resting on the top of his head.

After a few minutes of a much needed embrace, he backed away, his hands still placed on my hips. He looked down at my belt, and back at me, and my belt, and then me. I grinned. "If that's what you want."

He nodded frantically and wrapped his thick fingers around my belt, undoing the loop and clasp, and pulling it from my pants. He stopped abruptly as we both heard stumbling footsteps descending the staircase. I felt a deep thrumming in my chest as paranoia over took my body, I slightly thrashed, Bubba held me still. I looked at the staircase and saw as The Hillbilly entered the basement. He looked at the both of us deeply confused. he limply sauntered towards us, Bubba meeting him halfway. Max groaned at Bubba, gesturing towards me and the hook. Bubba made calming gestures to him and beckoned him to follow towards me. They both stood in front of me, Max a bit above my eye level, and Bubba just below. Max seemed to be just as astonished at the view of my bare torso. His chainsaw and mallet dropping from his hands with a clatter. He brought his hands up to my face, brushing the hair from in front of my eyes. He stared long and hard at my features. He glided his knuckles over my face. I could feel the waves of scarring that covered his body. His face not only deformed, but clearly scarred by a heat injury of some kind. I leaned my face into his touch and he jolted backwards at the touch like scared cat. I giggled at his reaction.

"It's okay, I don't bite." I smiled sweetly. The both of them hesitantly got closer. Their hands roaming across the dips and curves of my body in tandem. Max's hands left a faint trail of rusty blood across my chest. Bubba turned his attention back down towards my belt and continued pulling it from my pants. He through it to the cement-floor with a rattle. Max's face flushed, and he sunk into himself a bit. Bubba also seemed fairly hesitant. His hands wrapped around the clasp of my jeans. They both looked up at me, their gaze a question of continuation. I nodded permissively. Bubba proceeded to undo my fly and pull my jeans from my body. Once they got stuck on my boots, Max simply tore them off. I was left in my boots and underwear. Max wrapped his hands around the hem of the thin fabric and began to tear them apart, effortlessly. I blushed deeply, hiding my face into the crook of my arm. Bubba whine and jerked my head to face him. Max teetered his head to the side and leered at my fully nude form. My knees pressed together, and my shoulders folded in as much as possible. He groaned and brought a hand between my legs and spread them with a huff. Bubba gasped and squealed. Max got down onto his knees, his hands keeping my legs separated. He looked up at my bare body, exposed and waiting. He looked down towards the thick mess of curls furling out towards my thighs and tilted his head to the side. He brought a hand up towards hit and swept his fingers through it. His hand traveled a bit lower towards my folds that had become wet with the excitement of tenderness. He pulled his fingers back to reveal thick strings of clear arousal. He held them up to Bubba before he stuck them in his mouth to taste it. He raised his eyebrows and hummed in approval. He brought has face closer to the apex of my thighs, sniffing and rooting about curiously. He buried his face into my bush, inhaling deeply. His expression becoming one of pleasure, his eyebrows cinched upwards. He stuck out his tongue and began lapping up the mess I had made. I jolted at the sudden pleasure and gasped. Bubba quickly clasped a hand over my mouth. He glared sternly, making a rude shushing motion with his finger, then pointed up. Two sets of footsteps began padding gently on the ceiling of the basement. Max suddenly sucked roughly , causing my back to arch as I howled. The two upstairs abruptly stopped before dashing out of the barn.

"Cowards."

Max giggled, thoroughly amused. His lapping was sloppy, unexperienced, but still surprisingly nice. The saliva splatted onto the floor in think globs dripping from my inner thighs, I could feel the chill against the wet of my legs. Bubba stood directly behind Max, observing. He craned his head over to get a better look-But max slapped his shoulder and pushed him away.

"Augh-!" Bubba shoved him back, pushing him against me. Max clung to my waist tightly and growled. He stood up, slowly, he turned to Bubba. He sauntered a few steps towards him. Bubba stood tall, but not as tall as Max. Bubba looked up at him, glaring with a flame of jealousy. I watched the both of them. They seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes and a few vague gestures and sounds. They stared each other down before seemingly coming to an agreement. Bubba looked over at me blankly, then back at Max, a sly, shy grin spread over his lips. The two approached me.

[wretched-library]

Moans filled the cabin as you move yourself up and down on Max's cock. He feels so fucking good, filling you up so nicely after teasing you with just rubbing his cock between your thighs earlier. His fingers were pressing down harshly on the delicate flesh of your hips, trying to get you to stop—

"Ah- angel- slow-- 'mm slow down.. Ah'm gonna-"

He squirms beneath you, trying to lift you up as he fights himself from cumming too early again. Letting out garbled moans and whines as he desperately pleads you to calm down. You coo, clenching around him as you continue the relentless pace.

"Max- mm- it's alright baby, I promise. You feel so good- it's okay.."

He lets out a choked gasp, gripping your hips tighter. "Angel.. 's not.. right- Ah've only made ya' cum once.."

You squeeze his arms, leaning to look down at him, moaning in short breaths as his cock hits you nice and deep. Hands trailing down to his, you lift them up and intertwine, pressing it back against the mattress at the sides of his head.

"It's okay, Max. You're making it up to me by feeling- mm- so good.."

You lean down, swallowing him up in a desperate, wet kiss, tongues sliding past each other as he drools. You feel him tense up more than before, hips stuttering as he weakly thrusts up into you at last.

You can feel his hot cum fill you up as you slow your pace down. Broken whines come from his lips as the last of his spend enters you. "Angel.. 'm sorry.." He hiccups.

"Shh, it's okay. I promise." You cup his face, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Lifting your hips carefully, you settled on his stomach to catch your breath.

Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you move to lay on top of him, tracing your finger on his chest. "I think it's cute, and definitely flattering that you cum so easily because of me, hm?"

He huffs, moving to rest his arm around your waist. "If ya' say so, angel.. but I wann'ah make ya' cum too.."

"Hun," I peck his cheek. "I came with you."

You giggle at his now widened eyes.

"Oh- mm- well.." He murmurs, turning his head to the side in embarrassment.

You feel his cock harden against your thigh.

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this land will surely vote for me!

[canon-disabledcharacteroftheday]

The canon disabled character of the day is Max Thompson Jr/The Hillbilly from Dead By Daylight who has a facial difference.

[deadbydaylightabridged]

Warning for NSFT text.

The Hillbilly seeking out Springtrap as his first partner drives a deep wedge between him, Trapper, and Bubba.

((He frames an obvious preposition as play-fighting and Springtrap plays along with that idea until they're tangled up in the dirt. Springtrap encourages him to keep going when he hesitates... But when it comes to the nuts and bolts of what an orgasm actually does, he has no clue, owing to his upbringing. Springtrap is frustrated by this, knowing there'd be some uncertainty but not really thinking of what he signed up for, but decides to explain it verbally, going into both biological processes and what it'll feel like. Hillbilly chooses to go solo on his first and the two have a couple more rounds of wrestling before they part on good terms. After the shock of being suddenly put on the spot wears off Springtrap does want him to have a good first experience and tells him as much.))

Trapper starts keeping him at arms length, very clearly trying to "protect" Bubba from his influence and he snarls that *he knew this would happen* if he ever stepped out of line of Trapper's view of the trio as too innocent to ever even think of such things. He's made up his mind and he'd rather leave the group than be treated like a threat all the time.

[sablewarded]

this skin is so gooood