absolutely dizzy with the idea of the zombie being a tits guy. post meeting you he probably would have said he was an ass kind guy but the moment he met you it all changed. he learned very quickly that his favorite place on earth is laying on your chest—face buried in between the squishy flesh.
but it wasn’t always a sexual thing with him. he just liked feeling connected to you this way. after a long night of working at the haunted house he needed the calm and soothing sensation that your boobs gave him.
he absolutely loves to slip underneath your shirt, mouth smiling against your skin the moment his cold piercings rest on your breast as it made you let out the cutest squeal of surprise.
he wouldn’t move though, he just kept lazily sucking until you feel as comfortable as he does. you would sigh, eyes shutting slowly as your fingers tangle themselves in his hair.
he would almost always fall asleep that way.
this was short and not good but i haven’t posted here in a while and i have wanted to write for this movie since forever :(
warnings: not really canon rusty nail behavior??? , slight allusion to stockholm syndrome i guess, age gap and slightly suggestive themes.
author’s note: god i love rusty.
rusty knew you were trouble the moment he had you tied up and tossed into the back of his truck. however it didn't take long to have you dumbed down to do whatever he asked of you. in simpler terms, rusty has trained you to be the most perfect and obedient little toy, so much so that he had you doing whatever he wanted without even saying word.
he loved you most when you were like that. so eager to please, so innocent, he loves that you'd sob to the point where you would edged on the line of a panic attack if he was gone for too long.
however perfect submissive girls always had that other side to them, you know, the side that just loved to piss him off, didn’t matter if you mean to or not.
rusty didn't like brats, he didn't like to be pushed, disobeyed and on those rare occasions he blames himself for your disobedience. he thinks that he gave you to much freedom, a false sense of security.
but he really didn't mind, he loved putting you in your place at the first sign of rebellion. he's learned that while he has the most fun spanking you so hard your ass splits with tiny cuts—it only made you wish to rebel against him more as you were into all of that.
which is why he had to change tactics for when he actually wants you to listen, to actually discipline you. it was mostly why you were in a sour mood to begin with.
this morning you rushed out of the truck, leaving rusty behind despite his number one rule: do not leave his side when you guys are outside.
in your mind you had a perfectly good explanation—you just wanted the glazed donut before the other truckers got to them first. you didn't think much when you rushed off, you didn't think much when that random man opened the door for you and called you beautiful—you simply didn't think.
something rusty would happily remind you about “stupid kid, you ain't using that damn brain of yours" he'd mutter, his hand very obviously placed on your ass as he led you back to the truck so everyone could see.
you knew you where in actual trouble when he didn't order you to the back—calm rusty was undoubtedly scarier than pissed rusty. so you did the only thing you knew how to do, you apologized and offered to do whatever he wanted to make it right.
rusty hummed, this wasn’t the first time he’s heard this rant and he knew for a fact that it wasn’t going to be the last. so as of now he wanted you to sit in the guilt for a while and thats exactly what you did.
you didn’t even dare to breathe so loud in hopes that he wouldn’t pay to much attention to you, that he wouldn’t remember the earlier incident. it was a foolish thought but a thought nonetheless.
so after what felt like hours you figured that maybe you were in the clear. you reached for the radio only to be met with slap from rusty’s hand.
“hey!” you pouted, rubbing the back of your hand despite there being absolutely no pain. rusty just stared ahead, not saying a word, not acknowledging you.
“whatcha do that for?” again, no answer.
“oh come on, you can’t still be mad about earlier rust” his jaw clenched as you spoke his name—the man definitely had a love hate relationship with you saying it, didn’t matter if it was a nickname or not.
“if your not gonna talk to me then i should be allowed to listen to—” your hand was once again interrupted before you could turn on the radio. this time however he had your wrist in a tight grip, one you were sure was going to leave a mark.
“leave it alone, your bout to get into more trouble than your already in, wanna keep testing me little girl?” he spat, his eyes never leaving the road.
you huffed, snatching your arm away as you crossed them over your chest “your so mean” you muttered and just like that the truck was silent again.
however the silence only lasted a few more minutes before the truck came to a hard stop. you immediately sat up, eyes scanning the area around you.
the sun was starting to set and the roads were eerily empty. “why’d you stop?” rusty ignored you as he lit his cigarette yet your heart rate started to pick up as you noticed him gathering the ropes and zip ties.
“you got a minute to run” he said, cigarette sitting perfectly between his lips. you looked outside the window and realized that you were near a corn maze—something you were not so secretly a fan of.
“wait rusty i—”
“54 seconds”
“i said i was sorry!”
“53 seconds”
“please anything else but this!”
“52 seconds, the longer your still here the worse it’s about to be for you” as he kept counting you weighed your options—you could run and take your punishment or you could stay and suffer something worse.
“35 seconds”
“hey! isn’t it supposed to be 45 seconds?”
he finally looked over at you—his eyes locking onto yours. rusty sighed, blowing the smoke your way and muttered “20 seconds” you gasped, finally realizing that he was skipping numbers on purpose.
“this is cheating!” you shouted as you finally ran as fast as your body would allow you to.
rusty just smiled as he watched you trip more than once, knowing that after he’s made you bleed and cry he’ll kiss all the pain away.
warnings: sorta soft!dom!asa, dacryphilia, finger sucking, and stockholm if you squint hard enough.
author’s note: this idea had been in my head for weeks.
it took only seconds for your peace to be distributed, all you wanted to do was sleep and before you knew it the cage you had just upgraded to had been yanked open. a man with a crazed look in his eyes being the culprit.
he hought he was helping, thought he was doing a good deed by setting you free.
but you knew better, there was no freedom beyond that door. it didn’t matter how fast you ran nor how many people were with you—the man in the mask was simply faster, smarter and you had learned that the hard way.
the scar on your thighs had been a permanent reminder that you were to important enough not to kill but never important enough not to hurt. he made it clear that if you tried again you’d regret it, the words he spoke ringing in your head as you tried to fight off the man that dragged you away.
the thought of disappointing the man who had showed you the tiniest amount of remorse made your skin crawl and you did the only thing you could think of in the moment—you yelled.
you felt him before you saw him, the sound of his heavy boots echoing throughout the abandoned building was evidence that he was never far away.
the man panicked, begging you to be quiet but you didn’t listen. he finally let you go after that, muttering swear words as he ran away in the opposite direction.
asa rushed in not too long after, his eyes scanning the room until it landed on you. his chest heaved either due to the run he just made or if it was a showcase of how upset he was. either way, you were terrified, so much so that you dropped to your knees—crying and explaining as to why you were out.
it wasn’t until you directed him to where the man had ran that he left you alone. the fact that he didn’t force you back inside felt more unnerving then it would have been if he did. which was why you were currently trying to lock yourself back in.
the bell around your neck ringing every time you struggled to close it—it also didn’t help that your broken sobs and sniffles filled the empty space only making more noise then you wished to make.
when you were finally able to shut it close you made a home in the corner of the already small cage, eyes shut yet still leaking tears.
it took a while for him to come back and when he did your crying picked back up which earned a soft groan from the man. your cage was pulled open and he tapped his foot twice, a clear indication that you were supposed to crawl out.
he picked you up as if you weighted nothing, walking you both over until he sat down in a chair—his big hands forcing your legs around his waist and your head into his neck.
he shushed you as his hand began to softly tap your butt as the other rubbed soothing circles on your back—his body rocking back and forth as if he was trying to put you to sleep.
“enough of that” he muttered, his actions never stopping and neither did your tears. the fact that you were crying didn’t bother him in the slightest, not because he was used to this part, but because your tears were for the fear of disappointing him and not because you wanted to be away from him.
he knew he had you exactly where he wanted you, trained and wrapped around his finger.
the hand that was rubbing your back stopped, moving to grip your chin so you were forced to look into his seemingly black eyes.
“im not mad pet, now stop crying” his tongue poked out to lick the tears off your face—his words and hold finally putting an end to your tears, leaving you with a bad case of the sniffles and hiccups.
he wiped the remnants of your tears with his thumb before pressing it to the seams of your lips “open” he ordered, your lips separated a bit, giving him the opportunity to slip his thumb into your mouth.
he pushed until his enter thumb was engulfed by the warmth of your mouth. as if it was second nature your mouth began to lightly suck on the cool digit, his skin tasting like a mix of salt and the unmistakable hint of blood.
once again you were moved to lay on his chest “stupid girl, you just needed something in your mouth huh?” he resumed the previous action of tapping your butt while you used his thumb to pacify your hiccups—your hands gripping at the fabric of his shirt and before you knew it you had fallen asleep in his arms.
