Hi! My name is Shimonerin but you can call me Shimo for short! I'm from Asia and I love writing!
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૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა ‘’ DISEASE RIDDEN LOT LIZARD. ‘’ RUSTY NAIL X FEM!READER – SMUT & FLUFF ONESHOT.
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SUMMARY: ‘’ Rusty’s never been one to rent out a lot lizard for some mediocre pleasure, up until he met you. ‘’
TAGS/WARNINGS: plot with porn, this is utterly filthy, p in v, unprotected sex, full nelson, nipple play, monster cock!rusty, aftercare, overstimulation, creampies, squirting, food play, oral sex, praise kink, death and murder mentions, cunt/clit smacking.
A/N: did i rewatch joyride 2? yes, did i get inspired by the opening scene? yes.
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Rusty was never one to rent out a lot lizard for some mediocre half-assed pleasure that lasted 30 seconds or less, he just wasn’t that type of man. He wasn’t into sticking his dick into something probably so loose and disease ridden people think it’s some ancient cave just discovered with life-altering life organisms inside. He also never had the time too, he was always on the road. And when he hit his legal driving time he just slept away the world till he had to go haul again. It just wasn’t in his best interest, health and physical wise.
Rain pattered down like a symphony that could calm a polar bear from the dark sky, the sounds of a Peterbilt engine roared through the humid air as Rusty’s black semi pulled into a truck stop. He ran out of some cigarettes halfway through driving and his fingers were twitching against the wheel and his brain was clouded with unease. Itching like a rat for some relief from all of the tension he’s had built up all day. He reversed into a spot, the furthest from the lot as the fluffy dice hanging from his mirror jangled from him gripping the shift and putting it into park. Hand coming up to the ignition and pulling out his keys.
Crunch.. Crunch…
His heavy duty work boots crunched against the wet gravel as he pulled his jacket hood up to protect his hat and himself from the rain that was still splattering from the dark sky. The truck stop was full of different brands and models of semi trucks, some hauling, some not. Some truckers stationed outside talking underneath the safety of the overhead as they smoked and chatted, and of course.. There were lot lizards around like vermin. Scattered out around coaxing truckers to buy their overpriced shitty services. He ignored their becks and whines as he approached the station's glass door harboring advertisements and sales on gas station snacks, icees, and other miscellaneous items. His hand wrapped around the handle and stepped into the gas station, wet boots against the mat.
The gas station smelt like lemon & lime and rain. The lemon and lime scent probably being from the mop that was sitting in a bucket full of a blend of different cleaning supplies that’s somehow dirtier than the bathrooms, the line was moderate. Not too long, not too short. Didn’t matter, he only wanted a drink and some cigarettes and to leave. Rusty walked back to the coolers full of different types of beverages, his hand wrapped around the black handle as he grabbed a red bull to keep himself awake… And of course he found himself in the sweets aisle and grabbed some little Debbie snacks, specifically the chocolate covered donuts. He rounded himself to the checkout counter and silently placed down his items. Not sparing a word to the cashier till the exhausted looking man asked if that was all.
‘’Marlboro red’s.’’ He gruffly spoke as the cashier turned around and grabbed the pack from the wall casing, ‘’$10.20’’ the cashier spoke, sliding Rusty’s items into a plastic bag. The chainsaw chain Rusty had dangling from his hip connected to his wallet made a sickening jangle as he opened his old leather bound wallet and pulled out a 20. Slapping it down on the counter as he grabbed his bag, not even saying ‘’thank you’’ or ‘’keep the change.’’ He had no more words to express to the man as he exited.
‘’Asshole..’’ The cashier muttered when the door shut, opening the cash register and putting the 20 into where the others were. You were interested, intrigued even.. That weird trucker caught your eye immediately, you thought he was cute.. And he was really big, god his dick was probably Monstrous–Fuck that made you throb just thinking about letting him have his way with you. Your hands clutched your leopard print faux fur coat as you quickly walked out of the station. Looking for him, he wasn’t hard to spot even through the darkness and this storm. He was probably the biggest trucker in the lot!
‘’Hey baby! Need some company?’’
‘’Come to daddy sugar..’’
‘’Mhm, look at that one.. Tight little ass she’s got.’’
Other truckers cat called you but you ignored them running in 9 inch pleaser heels to catch up with him. By the time you made it to his truck he was already inside and the truck was started, you walked up like a lost puppy to the passenger side and knocked on the wet window. Smiling at him, ‘’Need some company, big boy?’’ You cooed. You could barely see inside from the tinted windows, and how dark it was in the cabin of his truck. But you could feel his gaze snap onto you like a puzzle piece, and that’s when you heard it.
CLICK!
The passenger door unlocked, with a smile you opened it and got inside his semi. It smelt good–Cheap cologne, an old air freshener that had laces of cinnamon on it, fresh clean leather.. And small hints of iron and copper. You shivered from how cold it was in his truck already feeling your perky nipples begin to harden as you shut the door and got settled. ‘’Pretty shitty out there huh?’’ You said with a small playfulness in your tone, making a small comment. His truck was surprisingly clean and organized, other trucks you’ve gotten into were absolutely disgusting and nasty.. His you could actually see your feet instead of trash, it was obvious he took great care of his semi. He had some cute little collectables on the dash, a bobble head hula girl and some other misc. items.. You heard a small latch open from his zippo lighter as he lit a well needed cigarette. Inhaling deeply as his shoulders fell in ease, blowing out the smoke through his nose.
‘’I like the rain. Keeps everybody inside, makes everything nice and clean.’’
Corny ass comment but you didn’t wanna brush him off, ‘’Yeah.. Helps take away all of the pollen too.’’ Little did you know that little comment back just saved your ass from the brutal beheading he had planned for you. ‘’Where are you haulin’?’’ You asked, trying to keep up with the light tone before naming your prices. ‘’Goin’ home.’’ He replied, shifting his body to face yours. You couldn’t see any inch of him from how dark his truck was. Which made him extremely eerie.. And terrifying. ‘’Lucky you, get to go hibernate huh?’’ Your head titled as a sweet smile came on those pretty lips he was watching. You looked clean, you were clean. No missing teeth, no nasty marks, no smell minus perfume.. You looked like a clubber rather than a hooker.
The silence made you a bit uneasy in your seat, maybe he was waiting for your prices? Probably, most truckers hated small talk and only wanted the pleasure. ‘’15 for a handjob, 20 for a titjob, 30 for a BJ, and 55 for a straight fuck.’’ You spoke waiting for a response, and thankfully one came rather quickly. ‘’Show me whatchu got.’’ He drawled out in that deep southern tone that had your polished toes curling as you grabbed your top of your tube dress and yanked it down. And holy shit. Your heavy tits came jiggling and bouncing out, nipples all pebbled and pretty.. He didn’t want to admit it, but shit you were fine as hell. You gasped out when his hand came forward, thumb that was as rough as 50 grit sandpaper rolling over your nipple as you let out a small whimper. ‘’mhmph..’’ His other hand cupped your hip and dragged you closer to him, playing with your heavy tits as you let out small pants and mewls at the stimulation. It felt amazing–His rough thumbs circling your sensitive buds, lightly pulling on them as his hot breath ghosted over them. The teasing was making you crazy from how bad you just wanted him to bury his cock in you already! ‘’Christ you’ve got a fat pair of mammaries..’’ He growled, his hand abandoning your hip as he squeezed your tits together making you shiver when your hard nipples touched each other. Thankfully his teasing didn’t last very long because he pulled back in a sense of urgency pulling out his wallet and pulling out a 100 dollar bill. Your eyes widened as you gently grabbed it ‘’Thank you–’’ ‘’C’mere baby doll..’’ He purred, yanking you into his big lap, you melted at the feeling of being straddled and spread over his glorified tree trunks he called thighs. Your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you grinded down on his hard on, you didn’t know exactly what he wanted since he basically paid for every service you had–He groaned as his head fell back against his seat with a thunk, rolling his crotch back up into you. Shivering at how good the friction was, he felt pathetic. He cracked and broke his one moral of NOT getting an STD just because you looked promising.. Well, it was the titties that broke his bank.
Your eyes glanced over to the gas station bag and saw he had a small thing of donuts, and you had a small idea.
‘’Can I stack donuts on it?’’
‘’What?’’
Those words in that exact sentence your brain just formulated just snapped him out of his haze and perverted thoughts of fucking you so hard your false eyelash glue melted, he looked.. Confused, terrified, and aroused. Ain’t NO woman ever asked to stack donuts on his cock, never. The shit he did was mainly vanilla due to time's sake. And comfort of his partners.. And also he didn’t have enough trust in anyone to do the freaky shit. ‘’Can I stack donuts on your cock?’’ You asked again with the sweetest puppy eyes, batting those fluffy, wispy, catty lashes at him as you pouted your bottom lip. Rusty’s heart and brain stuttered as he fought between saying no and begging for it. ‘’I–Sure.. You can stack donuts on it.’’ He said, reassuring himself in his confirmation to you as you excitedly grabbed the pack of chocolate donuts. ‘’Ooo.. I love Little Debbie donuts.’’ You cooed as you slipped out of his lap despite him not wanting you to leave and sinking down on your knees underneath the steering wheel.
He made sure he was in park just in case those long ass heels of yours bumped into something and ruin the moment. Once he reassured all doors were locked and this truck wasn’t going anywhere he spread his legs apart and grabbed his belt. Unbuckling his custom belt buckle a friend had made for him as thick fingers yanked down his fly.
Ziiiippp!
Your eyes widened and mouth immediately began to produce more saliva than you could handle, his cock was fucking huge. Like a goddamn gorilla arm! It looked like pure muscle and was fat as fuck, and his balls were heavy–You hit the goddamn jackpot. His tip was almost purple from how hard it was, sputtering out clear ropes of pre-cum as he watched your reaction, smiling like a wolf at how you admired his dick. ‘’Sooo pretty.. ♡’’ You cooed, leaning forward and nuzzling your face against it, causing a small gasp to escape him. He watched in pure awe, eyes all wide, lips opened as he panted heavily like a dog in the overbearing summertime. You were nuzzling that pretty face against his dick like you owned it, curved nose bumping against his sensitive veins as you nuzzled his shaft like it was a pillow. Pressing small sweet kisses down his rough skin, oh he definitely was not regretting paying for you.. Seeing this reaction from him just whipping it out? He knew for sure he was about to lose his mind with you. ‘’Yeah? S’ pretty huh?’’ He mocked back–Well wanted too, but his mocking honestly sounded like a flushed comment begging for more praise. ‘’Uh huh.. Jus’ like the man it’s attached too..’’ Rusty had to bite his bottom lip to keep from whimpering out at the praise, he had never been called pretty in his entire life. And suddenly some sweet lot lizard was complimenting him and his cock like he was a good person.. Unaware of a rotted corpse that was in the back of his trailer.
Your fingers left his shaft and grabbed the pack of donuts, ripping open the packaging as you grabbed one chocolate glazed donut. Unsure it would be able to even fit around his girth, you slid it on him with a little struggle but it slid down all the way to his base as his jean-clad inner thighs twitched. As a small huff came from him as he literally saw a fucking donut on his damn dick, his toes clenched hard in his boots as you added another.. And another.. And kept sliding them on like you were playing jenga till only his bulbous tip was there. ‘’One, two, three..’’ You softly muttered counting how many were on him, ‘’12.’’ You announced as that pretty little face looked up at him, ‘’takes 12 to fit you big boy..’’ You purred, leaning forward and taking a bite from one of them. A yelp escaped him when he felt your teeth lightly graze his sensitive shaft. Thighs jumping as his hands violently clutched the steering wheel, blunt nails digging into the leather as he watched you bite and eat the donuts off of him.
The chocolate sauce began to melt around him from how hot his body temperature got, but it was no worries.. Just gave you an excuse to lick his cock and suck at his skin as you continued to eat the sweet treats off of him. You ate every single one without leaving a crumb! Literally, you just licked it off of his hairy pelvis and cleaned him as you heard his moans and groans escape that rumbly throat. His Adams apple stuttered with every gulp and pant, your pretty tongue wrapped around his tip and licked. Sitting up slightly as your hands went to the insides of his thighs, thumbs gently massaging as your tongue harassed one vein over his tip. ‘’mhmmmph…’’ You moaned against him keeping eye contact as you took him allll the way down your throat with a slight gag from him hitting your pharynx. But your throat tightening around him made his hips uncontrollably buck forward.
‘’Fuck!’’ He hissed out as his hips rocked into your mouth, your bottom lip was hitting his balls every time and made him shudder from your lip gloss smearing all over him. ‘’Nghnn..!’’ He mewled out when your tongue started massaging his shaft, bobbing your head up and down as he fought the urge to slam his hands onto your skull and fuck that mouth silly. ‘’HNG!’’ He gruffed out as his back arched, about to cum and earn that sweet release no cigarette could dupe when he yanked you off. And you whimpered, thick strands of drool dripping from your mouth as you looked up at him with a pouty expression.. Which made him chuckle.
‘’Nuh uh, no cryin’ honeybun.. I wanna cum inside you.’’ He crooned, helping you back up onto his lap before he flipped you over. Putting your back against his chest and adjusting you till you were comfortable. You’ve done reverse cowgirl before so this wasn’t anything new–Till you felt his big hands slide underneath your knees and force them up and apart. Putting you in a full nelson, as your hand bunched up your already skimpy dress to your waist. A squeak escaped you when his thick dick teased you, running against your folds coating you in your own saliva and pre as his tip hit your clit every time he rolled forward. ‘’Gonna put it in fer’ me baby?’’ He panted against your ear, pressing a small kiss underneath it as you nodded. Gripping him as you gave his slick shaft a few strokes and lined him up to your entrance. Sucking in a small breath as he thrusted forward, effectively sliding in with perfect ease. Stretching you out like a pig on a skewer. ‘’AH!’’ You cried out loudly, eyes fluttering shut from the dazing stretch. Small whimpers and winces escaping you as your body tries getting used to the stretch and burn, your hand going down to rub your clit to help. Rolling the small bundle between your index and middle finger as Rusty slowly rolled up into you. Rusty himself wasn’t doing any better, teeth clenching down so hard he could hear them grinding together as gruff little moans only you heard escaped him with every easing roll. His eyes were shut in concentration and focus to try his hardest not to come early–You were so tight and already milking him, which didn’t help at all.
‘’aah!’’ A small wince escaped you when his blunt nails dug into your skin as he rolled a bit harder than the last, testing the waters. ‘’B–Baby, can I–?’’ ‘’Plleeaseee..!!’’ You whimpered out, begging the man to pound you as you rubbed your clit pathetically. ‘’NGH!’’ You whined out when his once, sweet and hard rolls immediately turned into punishing pounds. Forcing your body to jiggle and bounce with every aggressive smack from his strong hips, his pelvis loudly hitting against your plump ass as your head lolled back against his shoulder. Your tight channel earning a grip only an anaconda could achieve as he violently jackhammered you. Your thighs eased and spread wider like they weren’t already enough, your heel hitting the window as your body jerked forward. Heavy tits bouncing up and down like you were on a trampoline, Rusty’s eyes were glued onto your body. Watching the way your heavy puppies bounced erratically to the belly bulge in your tummy moving in and out with a purpose, the way your whole body trembled and jerked with each brutal thrust. And how your arms wrapped around his neck from behind.
Drool dripped from your glossy lips, making a journey down your chin and neck as your lips parted. Whimpering out beautiful high pitched moans, whines, babbles.. The whole 9 yards as Rusty made your pussy his home. He seethed like a bull as he adjusted his back to pound you feverishly, hearing the way you sobbed out from it as he aimed directly for your g-spot. ‘’AH! FUH–FUCK! OH FUCK! ♡’’ You screamed out in a blissful call, eyes snapping shut as he directly abused your g-spot like it was dough he had to pound to make bread. His thumbs mimicked what you did earlier and rubbed teasing circles on the sensitive innards of your thighs, smiling smugly as he watched you fall apart. Watching your hand pathetically spank your cunt that had him in it. ‘’Yeeeahhh baby? Feels sooo good don’t it?’’ He drawled out leaning his head against the side of yours as he pressed messy smooches all over your cheek and jaw, ‘’Love this big cock don’t cha? ♡’’ He purred, nuzzling his hawk nose into you.
‘’Y,YES! YES! FUCK! ♡’’ You sobbed out, feeling some beginnings of tears weep down your closed eyes from how good it felt to be properly pounded. It’s been a long time since you had good sex–And your body had been craving it so badly. ‘’UH! UH! AH! ♡’’ Squeaked from you as he slammed harder, your belly jiggling from the impact. Without warning–You came so hard. Like this was the first orgasm you had in a looonnggg time.
SQUIIRTTTT! GUSHHHH….
An unholy waterfall of squirt shot out of your wet pussy and hit everywhere, getting on the dashboard, steering wheel, floor, seats–And you and Rusty. You would have been super embarrassed but he never stopped, never gave you the chance to feel humiliation as he drawed your orgasm out. Making you squirt more intensely everywhere and making the gush thicker. Your hand slipped down to cover your pounded cunt in embarrassment before you felt your wet thighs squeeze together, Rusty switching your legs to be together on one arm as the other snatched your hand forcing it away. ‘’I–I wanna seee–’’ He growled out, ‘’N,Not fair to me I can’t see my baby cum.’’ He pouted out as you felt his scruffy stubble scratch the side of your face as he looked down to see your sputtering cunt that was still going, his finger hooking onto one of your folds to watch more squirt out like a water gun.
He’s never had a woman squirt before, he’s gotten fake orgasms and normal ones–But he never, ever saw a woman squirt. On porn? Yeah, but that was fake half the time. This was real. ‘’ssttoppp, s’ embarrasssinggg..’’You sobbed out, face flushing as you hid your face between your hands. Huffing in your natural musk, ‘’Embarrassing? No baby, s’ perfect. Shows me you looveee me.’’ Normally you’d be like ‘wtf?’ and cut the session. But you were too fucked out to even process anything, ‘’Shows me how much you love this dick’’ He reassured in a comforting voice as his hips continued its violent pounding as his hand dragged away yours. Gripping your chin to face his head as he pressed his rough lips to yours. ‘’mhmph..♡’’
The kiss was sloppy, all teeth and tongue but it was perfect. Rusty’s head pushed down onto yours to keep you two in a lip lock as his pace got sloppy and uneven, chasing his orgasm he wanted so badly. He wanted to fill you up so good you’d squirt it right out, and he’d force you again and again to take it till you finally did. Your high pitched and stupid moans were muffled by his hungry mouth as his body began to violently shake from excitement and arousal. ‘’HNNGHH!’’ He roared out down your throat as you were immediately flooded with the feeling of thick, potent, hot white cum. He gave sloppy wet pumps to your greedy snatch as he kept spurting cum into you. He came so hard it felt like a thrust which had you gushing around him again. His cream pie slightly bursting out and drooling down your thighs and cunt to your asshole.
Rusty pulled back from the sloppy kiss, dazed eyes on your fucked out expression and the thick strands of clear saliva that kept your swollen lips together. He pulled back and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead as his hand went to cradle your face. ‘’Such a good girl.. You okay baby?’ He panted out as he rested his face against yours, closing his eyes to relax. ‘’mhm..’’ you exhaustedly muttered out as he pressed another kiss to your cheek. Took a little bit from you to stop suctioning him to the point where he couldn’t pull out, but once you loosened he gently put down your shaking and practically useless legs.
When he pulled out you had to fight the urge to slam back down on him, a slick and loud pop! came from you two as he opened the glove compartment and pulled out some baby wipes he had in there to clean up blood. You didn’t notice the faint blood droplets on the packaging as he got one out and spread your legs. Cleaning you up as you recovered, it was a sweet gesture you deeply appreciated.. Normally you would have gotten thrown out by now. Once you were all cleaned up from pelvis to toe he looked at you.
‘’I’ve got a spacious sleeper in the back, real comfortable.. And some rope.’’ He offered, he didn’t want to let you back out. Because you were at risk of falling on your ass immediately and something else. ‘’Can you tie my legs up to the ceiling?’’ You asked in a tired tone as he chuckled, ‘’Anything you want sweet girl.’’
I love all of your headcannons (esp with Rusty Nail) and thank you for making them!! If i can ask for this, could you do one where reader is a brat trying to test the slashers?? (Would mean everything to include spanking)
SUMMARY: ‘’ Being a total brat around slashers and how would they react! ‘’
TAGS/WARNINGS: small plot with porn, this is utterly filthy, nymphomanic! reader, bratty reader, clit + pussy slapping, ruined orgasms, spanking, bruises, biting, hickeys, use of toys, pet names, degrading names and comments, thigh riding, cigarette burns, face fucking, fingering, p in v, awkward positions, object insertion MENTIONS but not acted upon, most of these characters should be a warning, face riding, overstimulation, dumbification, aftercare, drool, excessive saliva, ovulation, breeding kink, established relationships, tried to keep it gender neutral but there are hints of female anatomy for some, public sex, praise kink, cervix breaching, pregnancy mentions, lactation kink, cumplay, murder mentions, boot play, bondage.
A/N: So it happened, I’m out of my writer's block! At such an inconvenient time too because I’ve been testing all month, how wonderful! I’m lowk proud of myself for pushing and making longer posts since I know the last two were super short. Also was thinking of Lady K and the sick man while writing this, it’s just perfect. Anyways, enjoy my lovely anons. <33
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‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚ RZ! MICHAEL MYERS.
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You and Michael have been in a relationship well over many months, well a situation ship? A situation?
He seeked refuge at your house after being shot a shit ton of times, you stitched him up, fed him, did his laundry, the whole 9 yards. You knew who he was, but as long as he didn’t kill you did not gaf.
Your relationship began after he heard you moaning, thinking it was pain (no he didn’t) he walked in on you trying to shove a monster dildo inside of you. While shocked, he was extremely aroused and did it himself.
Using toys to help get you off went to fingering, went to him just straight up fucking your brains out and sharing a bed with you instead of sleeping on the couch.
He wasn’t home when you came home after work, stressed from the overbearing stress at your job. The constant yelling and bickering at your job put tiny thumb tacks into the wrinkles of your brain, and you needed stress relief now.
So you went to your bedroom, went on pornhub, and grabbed your vibrator. Which ended up inside of you as you cried and whimpered on your bed, squirming like a worm as you tried to fuck the thing inside of you deeper. Gasping like a fish out of water how the vibration of the toy made your slick walls quiver and clamp down, spread out open for the leering hungry eyes staring at you through the small crack in the door.
Michael was home, he was just in the shower. And he’s been standing here for 30 minutes watching you go from rubbing yourself through your clothes, to your pathetic attempt at shoving a vibrator inside of your needy hole. His erection pressed firmly against the wood of the door through his towel. He swore he was dripping clean because of how long he’s been watching you.
You were such a slut in his eyes, he had been stalking you prior to him barging into your home ‘’randomly’’. You were going to be one of his victims till he saw how captivating you were trying to fuck yourself into forgetfulness. He never understood sex or pleasure till he met you. And all he wanted was just to fuck you stupid all the time.
You gasped when the door slammed open, seeing your hungry hunter you called a boyfriend. Hell you tore the vibrator from your sloppy hole with a needy squelch. Your juices covering the entire toy as you tossed it aside, much preferring your boyfriend to dick you down. :(
‘’Mikkeeyyy..’’ You cried out, letting out a gasp when he dropped to his knees and gripped the shit out of your sweaty hips. Dragging you towards the end of the bed. Your thighs immediately locked around his skull, squeezing his poor brain as his tongue licked your slick away from your thighs before messily slurping on your hole as he ate you out like a man possessed.
You wanted to act like a needy brat? You get treated like one, his rough scarred hands gripping your hips. Keeping you from bucking and enjoying yourself or taking control as his long tongue penetrated your hole. Licking at your walls and covering his entire chin in your slick. He could feel your sap pouring down his neck as he devoured you with the determination of a malnourished wolf.
Don’t think he’ll let you up either, he’ll hump the bed and cum untouched as many times as he needs as he drags orgasm after orgasm from you, refusing to let you up or even move.
You have to be passed out for him to stop, he makes you cum so many times you just start squirting in his mouth and he drinks it like it’s some top tier beverage. Your poor hole weeps more slick until you can audibly hear him eating you out, learning the difference of what it sounds like to be licked from the inside out.
Even when you're quivering, twitching, sobbing and whimpering. He grabs that vibrator and turns it back on and shoves it deep inside you, causing you to clench down so hard that it's stuck and you can’t get it out without his help. And you stay like that till he’s done with a long shower.
୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩🦴 ⋅ THOMAS HEWITT
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The Texas heat has been notorious for messing with people's minds, causing hallucinations, visual impairment, dehydration, heat strokes.. To you it just made you insatiably horny for your big ol’ hubby.
Some stupid teens had a run in last week, luckily The Tea Lady sounded the bell so you all knew more victims arrived. Which were dealt with accordingly and made into the next brisket sandwiches sold at the gas station..
But Tommy was out there in the hot Texas heat, burning clothes, dismantling vehicles, burning evidence.. And god it just made you so needy. Seeing how his chubby body soaked through the fabric of his tank top, to him hosing himself down when he got overheated. Seeing the way his muscles flexed and contracted every time he did something or tore something apart and threw it into the scrap pile so Hoyt could turn it into traps later.
You were being tortured watching your sweaty man work so hard for you, you appreciated him greatly. He worked so hard for this family, and to keep you happy and well fed. So you made him some fresh iced tea with a shit ton of sugar to help him.
Tommy’s eyes damn near bulged from his skull when he saw you walk outside in that tiny apron lingerie that was tight enough to rival that one pizza hut worker. Your cleavage being more pronounced from how tight it was. Cooing at him as you held a jug of ice cold sweet tea coaxing him into drinking some so your ‘’big strong baby’’ won’t pass out.
He could see by the way your eyes were glued to his throat, watching his Adam's apple bob as chugged down the sweet refreshing beverage. Offering to hose him down with the hose so he could cool off which he accepted.
Hosing him off broke your little act, it just made his clothes tighter on him and you wetter as you oogled him. Loving the way his soaking wet clothes curved around his body.
Being all domestic didn’t last long at all when he dragged you to the barn and threw you into a gnarly mating press. Soaking through your apron as he tore off your underwear and wasting zero time to dick you down like a man possessed as you pressed your ass against his pelvis like a cat in heat.
Sloppy noises of your slick running down your legs and onto the hay below to the loud squelches and pops as he slid his thick cock in n’ out of you, hissing every time your hole fought to keep his tip in like a suction cup making it impossible for him to pull out and slam back in. Your knees were completely bruised and trembling against the dirty barn floor, the dust bunnies below licking your bruises on your knees and legs as loud cries and squeals escaped you. Beckoning him to go harder n’ deeper.
‘’P, Please Tommyyy.. I need it deeper! I wanna, hah, I wanna feel you in my guts!’’ Your pathetic cries and begs ringed out in the barn, almost being louder than your husbands animalistic grunts and groans as his big rough hands equivalent to a bear’s paws kept your plushy hips steady. He forced your face into the spilt hay below not wishing for you to feel uncomfortable as lifted your hips higher. Trying to comply with your wishes without coming too goddamn quickly.
You wanted this man in your liver, and he got so far he breached your cervix with a hasty pop. Making you come all over his happy trail because of how good it felt to be overstretched by him.
He will not let you up till someone walks in, and that someone was unfortunately Hoyt. Tommy had reduced you to a slobbery, needy, mewling mess who could only think about his dick and needing to be creampied to the point of pregnancy. And trust, Tommy had the same mindset. He wanted you to carry his baby bulls, imagining your tummy all big.. Your tits full of creamy milk–Maybe he could put some of those old milk pumps they used to use on the cows here on you. Get his pretty spouse all dolled up in cow lingerie while you beg him to help him relieve your heavy chest.
𖥠╾━╤デ╦︻ BO SINCLAIR
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Bo had been working hard all day since Lester called to let him know a couple of tourists were coming to Ambrose because they ran out of gas, so he spent 99% of his morning setting everything up and cleaning up the earlier messes.
Which really sucked for you since when Lester called Bo had his fingers so deep inside you it was like he was doing a pelvic exam, and he couldn’t get you off since he had to make sure these tourists didn’t pull up now. So he slapped your poor clit silly until he ruined your orgasm and told you he’d finish the job later.
Knowing Bo, if he found out you made yourself come without him he’ll lock you in his sex basement with a vibrator on your clit for hours. Or stuff you with a remote controlled one and every time you got close he’d shut it off.
Frustrated, upset, and hazy. You decided against stuffing yourself full with every toy you could find to make yourself squirt all over his side of the bed for him to find later. Besides he needed your help as bait like usual.
He used you to bait horny men and women into trusting you so you could lead them into the House of Wax for Vincent to deal with. And to make things seem more lively, sometimes he’d have you posted at one of the houses acting as a housewife. Watering plants, attending to the fake gardens. Sometimes as the clerk to his mechanic shop.
He didn’t tell you exactly where he wanted you or what to do, so you took it upon yourself to create a character. And you chose to swear the skimpiest bikini you owned and to sunbathe on a towel on one of the plot's lawn. Setting up a small dollar store kiddie pool full of cold water just in case you got too hot from Louisiana’s scalding sun.
Bo didn’t know you did this until a male tourist came in all cocky and horny, talking about some cute bimbo rubbing sunscreen all over their thick thighs. And Bo damn near jumped the man, he almost slid across that goddamn counter and choked the young boy out with his paws.
You little slut, you little fucking succubus whore. He doesn’t give you what he wants and here you were, rubbing pure white sunscreen all over yourself, sighing at the cold lotions feel. Rubbing it all over yourself like Bo just busted a load on you and told you to use it as lotion.
The tourists were dealt with accordingly, aka Bo told them before they should leave they should go visit the House of Wax. And they did, like most idiot lambs. He drained all of the gas from their vehicle and popped holes into the tires so if one survived they couldn’t go anywhere. Before cracking himself a beer to calm his nerves.
He stalked towards the lawn you were using, his dark brown furious eyes glued to the arch of your back. To the way your stupidly big tits were pressed against the towel, to your ass that was all plush and out in the stupidly small bikini you chose to torture him with. You groaned in discomfort when you felt shade disrupt your sun, looking up and seeing Bo looming over you with a scowl.
‘’Look at ya, ya fuckin’ needy slut.’’ He snarled in displeasure, hating how fucking breedable you looked right now. ‘’I don’t get you off one time, and here you are whorin’ yourself out like a cheap slut.’’ His degrades were mean and sharp, full of jealousy and anger. He heard about your little ‘’incident’’ with the tourist. Asking him to rub sunscreen on your back. Bo could practically see the man's hand prints on you.
‘’Hopin’ he’d dick you down in front of everyone huh? Make you squirt all over that towel of yours? Hm?’’ He snapped, almost like he was accusing you of cheating. But you didn’t cry, you pouted and sent out a rebuttal that had Bo snarling like a fighting dog.
‘’Maybe he’d actually get me to come..’’ You did not just fucking say that to him, you did not just fix your lips to say that to him out of all people. You could practically hear the gears in his skull twisting angrily as he gripped your hair with a violent tug. ‘’Get up, now.’’ He threatened, plopping his ass down into the small lawn chair as he dragged you like a sack of veggies into his lap. Over his knee.
You gasped, hands gripping his thigh as he chugged his beer. Putting the half drank beverage into the cup holder built into the chair as his cold hand went to your lower back. Forcing you to arch as his other hand started to smack, not slap, but brutally smack your ass. The sunscreen and lotion you applied to keep you moisturized and safe from the sun's harmful uv’s made it more painful as he beat your ass raw.
He didn’t stop till both cheeks were raw and covered in welts, and even with the tears rolling down your cheeks and your pleas for him to stop he spread your legs and started meanly rubbing at your hole through the soaking wet fabric of your bottoms, loving the way your vulva clang to the fabric. ‘’Damn nympho, this is what you wanted huh? Wanted me to come out here and beat your ass fuckin’ raw in front of everyone?’’ He hissed feeling the tips of his digits get wet from your slick seeping through. All you could cry out were whimpery yes’s and please.
‘’Make yourself useful an’ light me a goddamn smoke.’’ He snarled, shifting to reach into his back pocket and pulling out a box of cigarettes and his zippo lighter. Throwing it onto the ground instead of handing it to you, you wanted to be a whore? Whore’s get treated like dogs.
You knew he was never gonna make it easy, because as soon as you reached he untied your bottoms and ripped them off. Revealing that sloppy hole to him, using his thumbs to spread you out as your hands shakily reached for the box and lighter. He didn’t wait for you to even breathe before he began to ruthlessly smack your hole directly, the tips of his fingers just barely sipping into you before pulling out.
Stupid gasps and frustrated whines escaped you as you tried to light the cigarette with your shaky hands, losing focus and grip every time his pussy slaps got harder. Only getting 2-3 inches of his fingers in your needy spasming hole before pulling out, and it didn’t help his thumb was mercilessly rolling your clit. ‘’Fuckin’ useless you are.’’ He groaned in anger and annoyance when your thumb couldn’t catch any friction on the lighter. ‘’N,No! I–I can–’’ ‘’Shut the fuck up slut.’’ He snapped, sending a harsh slap to your leaky hole. You would have been so embarrassed from how audible it was, you could hear every slap. His fingers barely dipping in and rolling against your squishy walls. How much slick was covering your legs and rolling down onto the fake grass below. Making it look all dewy, you should be ashamed he was doing this in public.
Turning his murder set into a porn set. He snatched the lighter and cigarette from you and did it himself. Sighing in relief as he inhaled the nicotine and blew it out of his nostrils like a bull. Throwing you off of his lap.
You whimpered, looking up at him so frustrated and upset. Crying he was treating you so poorly despite you loving it, ‘’Needy bitches don’t get fucked. Unless you wanna shove this in your cunt.’’ He taunted, gesturing to his beer. As much as a horny mess you were, you weren’t going to shove that up your hole and risk a pH imbalance. Or it breaking and injuring yourself.. Instead you opted to hump his leg like a needy puppy, rolling your slick hole all over his boot as he sat there and ignored you. Not letting you come at all, every time you got close he kicked you off. But even he gets bored of watching you cover his boot in slick.
He grips your hair again forcing you to tilt up your chin at him as he snuffed out his cigarette on your tit. Pressing it down as you cried in pain until it left a burn mark before getting up and grabbing his beer. Leaving you frustrated and upset.
✧₊⁺🕯⋆.˚୨ৎ VINCENT SINCLAIR
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Vincent had been working so hard recently, a bit too hard actually. Bo put a deadline on him for some repairs and sculptures since Lester was at the print shop printing out new ADs to lay around the highway to attract more victims so Vincent was beyond stressed.
He was constantly in that hot basement working his ass off to get these sculptures out by the deadline so Bo wouldn’t get on his ass again for ‘’being lazy’’. What a hypocrite.
You chipped in and helped the best you could, doing repairs and setting up so Vincent wouldn’t have to do as much which he greatly appreciated. But you were getting lonely not having your beautiful baby boy sleeping beside you, his head tucked into your shoulder without his mask. You missed the feeling of his accidental drooling because he felt so safe around you he went into a deep sleep that not even thunder could disturb. So you went down to assist him, helping him wax corpses and sculpt.. And your efforts were rewarded greatly, because you convinced him to come to bed.
You’d spent many lonely nights in this bed, waking up insatiably horny and humping his pillow or sweater–Trying to stuff yourself with your fingers despite them not being big enough to fill you. So finally having your man in your bed set you off.
Poor Vincent barely had the chance to even get comfortable when you started pawing at his baggy pj pants and pulling them off his hips. He started sweating when he saw his hip bones get exposed to your greedy view. When he felt you lap at his inner thighs he damn near started crying, he couldn’t take you sucking hickeys on the inside of his thighs so it’d chafe later. And he couldn’t handle you harassing his tip by using one of your vibrators against it. Making him leak all over himself and mix his black pubic hair with his pearly white pre, he couldn’t help but shove you down all the way to his happy trail, fucking your tight throat like it owed him. Having you drool and cry against his length, a mix of clear saliva and pre dripping down those pretty lips as he made you swallow every drop of his cum. Tasting like an aphrodisiac on your tongue. He tasted so good you just couldn’t help to wring him from every drop he had to offer!
That’s how you ended up lazily sucking his weeping cock as he ate you out like a man feral, stuck in the 69 position with cum dripping down your chin. Your hips feverishly rocking against his face as his rough hands stayed glued onto your ass, forcing you down more so he could make out with your dripping hole. Groaning at your sugary slick dripping onto his face as you suffocated him.
He’ll drown himself in your hole, making you think you need a restraining order against his tongue because of how many times he laps at your clit trying to make you come all over his face. He is absolutely messy with it, trying to get every inch of your scent all over him so he permanently smells like you. And it doesn’t help that his face is disfigured, him missing his cheek and lip make it sooo much easier to eat you out from every angle. By the time he pulls you away he has a fountain of slick down his neck and throat and the most fucked out expression on his face.
He’ll stay like that till you freak out from any movement, he’s too tired to fuck you. But he’ll gladly watch you set up your dildo machine and cry out of sensitivity as he turns it to the max speed and keeps it like that. Taking out his camera and record you getting your poor brains fucked out as he feeds you his dick. Making you mindlessly drool all over his pelvis and yourself like a dumb puppy as you can’t stop cumming everywhere from the machine.
He knows your throat is swollen and you're beyond exhausted, but he can’t stop! You just look so adorable.
🦴⋆˚🐾ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 RUSTY NAIL
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Rusty had been home for over a month after a 8 month long haul, you didn’t like it when he was gone for long periods of time but understood why he did so. So he could make a shit ton of money so he could stay home even longer and to spoil you.
The whole 8 months without him was literal torture, being without him. He facetimed you 24/7, there was never not a time you two wouldn’t be calling each other. But there's only so much your fingers, brain, and toys could do.
Rusty would always pull over and assist you with getting off, but even his voice didn’t work. You’d always end up begging for him to drive back home just to get you off. And he almost has, he’d do anything for you.
You two were just in a cuddle puddle on the couch in your dark living room, watching one of your both favorite reality tv shows so you could make fun of the stereotypical stupid people wasting their lives on a screen. As domestic and innocent as it was, your brain had other plans. Rusty’s big ol’ hand was in yours. Letting you absentmindingly play with it.
Your focus wasn’t even on the tv, it was on his hand. Your warm metal wedding bands clinking together every time you messed with his fingers, observing how long they were, the healed scars on them, to his blunt fingernails. His hands were huge just like the rest of him they dwarfed your own hands.
It always got you going knowing how dangerous and psychotic he was, how aggressive he was.. And here he was treating you like fine China. Hand limp in your touch, just enjoying your presence and being cuddled into him. It wasn’t very often he was in a state of calm and ease. But every time he was around you his facade turned off and he felt like he could be himself around you.
You let his hand rest on your lower abdomen as you returned your focus onto the tv screen, not realizing Rusty this entire time has been subconsciously watching you. You were just wearing some underwear and one of his worn fleece sweaters that was far too big on you, looked more of a nightgown than a sweater.
Rusty had been suspecting for over 20 minutes your mind was elsewhere, and he had a theory you had zoned out and was thinking about his fingers stuffed into you. As innocent as his hand laying on your abdomen was, he just wanted to test a theory.
His finger slid down the front of your underwear and before he could even reach where he wanted all he felt was wet fabric, he had to bite his back teeth to stifle a groan, a shiver running down his spine. Christ, all he did was let you touch his hand and you were already soaked. What a nympho you were, all he had to do was breathe and you were arching your back like a cat in heat.
Rusty’s libido had been dead before he met you, I mean all he did was constantly work. Not to mention he was very picky with his women, then when he met and married you he’d pop a boner from anything you did. He hated how fast you got him going, it embarrassed him every time. Especially hearing other truckers talk on the CB channels about how much foreplay has to happen before they get hard–For Rusty it took you blinking at him like a dumb fawn and his cock was already fighting the confines of his pants.
But he opened the gates of hell for you when he stuck his finger down there to confirm his theory, a small noise slipped from your lips as you pushed your pelvis closer. Hands around his wrist keeping his hand there as your plushy warm thighs locked around his hand. Effectively keeping him trapped there.
He snarled at you, locking his hand between your thighs, shuddering at how warm your bare thighs were. His hand shifted to rub at you through the fabric of your underwear as he taunted you.
‘’Where’s this comin’ from huh? All I did was let you play with my hand n’ suddenly your more soaked than a goddamn water park.’’ He taunted as he continued to slowly rub you making sure the tip of his thumb would nudge against your hole as soft sighs and gasps escape you.
He won’t stop either, he’ll embarrass you with his filthy dirty talk as he continues to get you off with just rubbing. Making embarrassing remarks on how your underwear was sticking to your vulva, only making it worse when he makes you come and completely soak your underwear.
‘’Jesus, you gonna make a mess on the couch?’’ He taunted abusing the fact your bottoms were clinging to you like a second skin as he softly slapped your aching clit through it, letting out a rumble when that somehow made you come harder. He couldn’t believe how much of a bimbo you were for him, all he did was slap your clit and you came so hard he saw the whites of your eyes and that heavy full chest of yours heave and croak.
At this point your horny brained, n’ can only think about his dick as you yank off the soiled garment and straddle his clothed thigh. Pathetically humping it and rolling your hips against his tree trunk of a thigh as he tensed it for you so you had better friction, not caring about the snail trail of slick you left behind on his pj pants.
His sandpaper-like hands don’t grip your hips, they pull up on the sweater and make you hold it up with your teeth as he plays with your chest. Groping and fondling at the heavy flesh till your nipples pebble so hard they can cut diamonds. His hands feel like a big cat’s tongue as he jerks you forward, making you drag your swollen clit against his thigh so he can suck your tits. Groaning against the sensitive flesh like he’s trying to wring milk outta you. He’s fantasized so many times making you dress as a hu cow and having you sit on his cock as he drinks from you till you're tugging him off.
Failing to realize you are actually tugging him off because he’s hurting you, he sucked on your nipple for too long and now it’s sore and raw and you're crying and shoving his face away as he drools all over you. When reality finally snaps into him he doesn’t apologize, just looks up at your hazy drooly expression and finally registering the big wet spot on his thigh. Realizing you came all over him, he’ll ‘’get mean and mad’’ when in reality he’s gonna hide these pants to smell them later.
‘’I just fuckin’ washed these, and here you are with your stupid cunt. Always so needy for me to fill.’’ He snarled, forcing you into a full nelson, one arm keeping your legs spread and up as he duct tapes your wrists together. Your back is pressed firmly against his chest, your lower back feeling his huge and pulsing bulge through his pants as he teases your messy hole. Collecting slick and smearing it all across your thighs. Just letting his long n’ thick fingers slide against your folds and hole. Teasing you by poking and prodding at it but never entering, tears are streaming down your wet cheeks as you plead for him to just do it already. But he blissfully ignores you, only giving you what you want when your hole accidentally won’t let go of his fingers.
‘’Needy thing, look at ya. I can barely catch a goddamn break.’’ He huffed in faux annoyance as his two fingers give you that painfully good stretch that almost has you coming again. Loud squelches and squishes of his fingers sliding against your walls fill the dark living room, the tv long forgotten.
He denies you release every time, slapping your hole and ruining your orgasm as he wolfishly smiles down at you. Watching you squirm and suffer, this was the only type of torture you ever got. ‘’Y’know, someone on the CB was tellin’ me about how his wife recently got into sex toys. He couldn’t believe it when I told em’ you had 4 whole drawers full of em’. He asked me if I married a fuckin’ succubus.’’ He teased as he added a third finger to stretch you out even further, pressing messy kisses to your teary cheeks. Kissing your tears away, ‘’Told em’ I did, told him about the long 40 minute video you sent me of you stuffin’ yourself completely full n’ not being able to get off at all.’’
Your thighs at this point are trembling like you don’t know how to walk, completely limp and aching as he taunted you about him ruining you. And he has ruined you, he was right. Getting off was impossible unless he was the one doing it, which worsened your case with your libido.
‘’R, Rusty.. Please.. I can’t take it anymore–S’ not enough!’’ You sobbed out pathetically as he rolled his eyes and huffed. He couldn’t take anymore of your crying, it was breaking his heart. So he finally gave you what you wanted, and got you in the nastiest mating press you’ve ever seen.
Your legs were all the way hiked onto his sweaty shoulders, heels digging into his back as you loudly whined and moaned. Blessing every god and goddess out there you two lived on isolated farm land because your neighbors would have been sick of you by now. His fat n’ long cock mercilessly pounded into you with the most brutal thrusts equivalent to a jackhammer as he jackhammered your poor hole. Making a mess of the carpet below as it sucked up your mix of juices and his cum as it poured out of your gaping hole. Not an inch of you wasn’t touching him, his happy trail stuck to your puffy clit as you grinded hard against him. Trying to get this feral man to feverishly breed you, and he was.
Cream pie after cream pie he filled you up till it was glorified cream cake. Having excess leak out of you forcibly, knowing he’d make you lick it up after. Your wrists were still tied together tightly as you begged him to go deeper. He was already in your cervix, but you wanted him in your liver.
His drooly lips roughly smashed against yours into a ferocious kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat as he tried to touch your voice box. Meaty hands lifting your hips higher so he could bully his aching cock into you harsher. Trying to split you into two and then some..
This lasts the entire night till you are trying to crawl away from him, pleading your case and sobbing uncontrollably. Leaking n’ dripping from every hole, shaking like an earthquake, bruised internally and externally, so full of his cum your body physically can’t handle anymore. But he’ll just drag you right back over to him and keep you locked in a bear hug as he bullies himself back inside of you to really make sure it takes. ♡
My headcanon is that Rusty Nail had a wild youth. Of course, he didn't have his truck back then, but I can totally picture this psycho tearing up the roads in that very Chevy. Before becoming a long-haul trucker, I think Rusty probably worked on a neighboring farm, trying to pay off the debts left by his gambling addict father and save the family home he inherited after his dad died of liver cirrhosis a year earlier.
I love his slightly feral vibe. He's still cruel, but his main priority is survival and an absolute hatred for all living things, not justice. He'll come to thoughts of "justice" much later, trying to justify his actions to himself.
If you suddenly like my interpretation, you can do whatever you want with this idea.
TW: The following content deals with mature and potentially traumatic themes that may be difficult for some audiences! ⬇⬇⬇
Before the world knew him as Rusty Nail, there was Ted. And for Ted, perhaps the most important person was his mother. I’ve always found it telling that he rarely brutalizes women the way he does men—as if some part of him still clings to the idea of them as sanctuaries, a frail refuge from the violence of his own father. That’s why witnessing a woman’s death at seven years old didn’t just break something in him… it erased the last safe place he thought he had.
(That, I believe, is when the tremor first took root in his hands.)
The trauma of that day, fused with years of tyranny at home, didn’t just scar him. It became the furnace that forged his need for absolute control and the chilling cruelty that enforces it.
Hi! I just read your Rusty Nail fic, and I was wondering if you have SFW and/or NSFW head cannons for him? I love your writing and hope you're doing well :)
A/N: ~I'd like to apologize for waiting two years to answer this ask 😭. I've been watching slasher movies again and my motivation was brought back so I decided to have fun with writing this! Once again, I'm very sorry for the late reply but I hope you and every one else enjoys this! 🫶~
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NSFW Alphabet | Rusty Nail | Joy Ride
Pairing: Rusty Nail x Female Reader
Rating: 18+
Synopsis/Excerpt: He also loves how easily you bruise, a smug grin forming in his face when he sees his marks of ownership scattered all over you.
Tags/Warnings: explicit content, dubcon/non-con themes, unprotected sex, choking, creampies, brief mention of captivity/kidnapping, overstimulation, large cock, vaginal sex, Rusty being sweet and a monster at the same time.
Minors do not interact
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He's very affectionate, peppering kisses along your flushed face and caressing the dips and curves of your body as you're fighting to catch a breath after his vigorous fucking love making.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His hands are his favorite instrument, large enough to wrap around your throat and squeeze until his veins protrude from the force. He loves every dip and curve of your body, not knowing where to start because of how obsessed he is with your fragility and softness. He also loves how easily you bruise, a smug grin forming in his face when he sees his marks of ownership scattered all over you.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He's a big man with an equally big set of balls and dick. When he cums, it's in copious amounts and he always makes sure to come inside, ignoring your distressed cries and your hands pushing against him when you feel the sudden heat in your spasming walls. He licks your tears away, grinding his hips further into your puffy pussy to make sure none of his cum escapes your womb.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He read books by Nicholas Sparks and liked them.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He's very experienced. He prioritizes your pleasure over his because he loves seeing you come apart under his ministrations. Once you're twitching from the neverending pleasure, does he spread you wide and spears you with his cock in one smooth thrust. He listens very intently at every little gasp and moan escaping your lips so he can discover the rhythm and technique your most vocal on.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
His favorite position is cowgirl. He loves seeing how shy and nervous you get when you're hovering over him, licking his lips in anticipation when your pussy presses down on his engorged cock. He lets you go at your own pace, fighting the urge to thrust his hips up as you're slowly taking him inch by inch until your pelvises smack lewdly against each other. It is when your legs grow tired and your movement goes sluggish, that he takes charge and brings you down to clash with every upward thrust into your welcoming pussy. His eyes roam greedily between your sexes smashing violently together and your fucked out expression every time his cock kisses your cervix.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He enjoys teasing you, especially knowing how flustered you get when he whispers dirty things to you. Lacking any sexual experience prior to him, your face quickly gets heated and you can’t look him in the eye when he’s promising to drown in your pussy and fuck you until the bed breaks. If he's feeling humorous, he might start to tickle you to get you to smile and shriek to make you forget your embarrassment at his words.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He's a hairy man. His hair grows rather quickly so he needs to shave often, but he prefers to trim instead of shaving anything off fully. The hairs on his chest often tickle your nose when you're laying on him and the raspiness of his beard leaves a pleasant tingle behind on your skin when he kisses your cheeks. You have to look away when he stretches, his happy trail bringing memories of how deep you’ve had him in your throat, your nose pressed right against his pubic hair and smelling his manly musk before he proceeded to face fuck you to oblivion.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He wasn't always kind to you. Your refusal to accept your place as his beloved had forced him to be the bad guy early on in your relationship. However, after months of secluding you from any form of contact besides his, you've become dependent on him and jump into his arms when he releases you from your prison in the basement. As he's stroking your back and hugging your hiccupping form, he hushes your whimpers with sweet murmurs of never leaving you like the people that abandoned their search for you long ago. When he’s making love to you upstairs in his bedroom, he confesses his feelings for you and worships every inch of you with his mouth and hands. He will make sure you would be protected and loved by him and him alone.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He tries not to think about you while on the road because of how easily just the thought of you makes him hard under his pants. When explicit memories of you won’t leave him, he grumbles in frustration and tries to find somewhere secluded to rub one out. Once he’s parked his vehicle, he opens his glove compartment to find the piece of cloth he tore from you earlier that day. He then pleasures himself while sniffing the remnants of your cum soaked panties, shuddering at the musky scent and envisioning your pussy wrapped around him and your mouth begging him for more.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
The man has a breeding and lactation kink. He often places a pillow under you so his cum can stay in place inside your unprotected womb and sucks on your nipples to the point of pain imagining you plump with his baby and leaking milk into his mouth.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
He'll have sex with you just about anywhere. He particularly enjoys doing it in his truck, reclining his seat back to watch you bounce up and down on his fat cock in the middle of nowhere, dirty praises trickling past his lips about how much of a pretty slut you are for him and how good he'll give it to you later at home. He loves having you for dessert when he gets home from work (and killing) too, kneeling under the table in the kitchen to eat you out as you're struggling to eat the food you cooked for him while he gnaws at your clit and folds.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
It's your skittish behavior and the way you bite your lip when he's near you that drives him crazy. Despite your stubbornness not to give in to his lecherous hands, he has you bent over before you can voice out a protest. He runs his fingers lightly along your trembling legs, eyeing the way your soaked panties cling to your vulva and asking what you want him to do to you. If you stay silent for too long, he’ll lean down and threaten to leave you as you are, pressing his hardened cock between your cheeks all the while. Just as he’s about to pull away, you push your hips back and look at him pleadingly. You’re still too shy to tell him what you want so you’ll open your legs wider hoping he catches your drift. He’d want to tease you further but even he has a limit. Your panties are torn off and the clink of a belt is heard right before the room is filled with wet smacks of flesh and breathless cries and grunts echoing throughout the house.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He would never share you. He'd kill any man or woman who dared touch what was his.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Over the years, he entertained himself with a few lot lizards and learned how to perfect his technique with each encounter. By the time he met you, he knew exactly where to kiss, lick and suck to have you creaming in his mouth within minutes. He's never tasted a pussy as good as yours and will often eat you out for long periods of time, ignoring the way you're tugging on his hair to try to remove him from your overstimulated clit and quivering walls.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Depending on how well behaved you are, he can make it slow and sweet for you. He prefers his sex fast and rough, but will be gentle when your sex is sore from the poundings he gave it. However, his gentleness goes out the window when you start acting rebellious again. If you disobey him and try running away, he will catch you and fuck you in a rage until your crying and begging for forgiveness. He'll fuck you like a bull all night until you pass out from exhaustion. You'll wake up alone and locked inside the basement again, what little freedom you had earned gone in an instant.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He's not a particular fan of quickies because he likes to take his time with you. He enjoys seeing how your will chips away with every stroke of his hands, mouth, and cock, your body fighting against your mind to reach its climax and forcing you to cry out for him after the pleasure becomes too much for you.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Considering how creative he is when torturing his victims, you can bet he’s just as creative in the bedroom. He's a bit of a sadist and will be curious to find out what your limits and pain tolerance is. He smiles at you when you freeze at the rope and chains he has in his hands. You’ll cry out when he handles you none-too-gently, having little time to protect yourself when he wraps a hand around your throat and forces the other down your panties. He’ll tighten his hold on your neck, wheezes and choked gasps escaping you as your eyes beseech him for mercy. In the midst of this punishment, you are horrified to feel your arousal spike, strands of your slick running down your legs as he fingerfucks you roughly. Once he finds out how much you can take, he will subject you to the same painful pleasure at a later date.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He’s only human and has to suffer through a refractory period so he makes sure you cum multiple times before he does. He is able to accomplish this by pumping his fingers inside your pussy, stimulating your g spot while he is forcing his tongue down your throat to muffle your mewls. He’ll have you cumming on his fingers within minutes, allowing you to witness him licking the residue of your orgasm before trailing his body down to the juncture of your thighs. He’ll bury his face in your cunt, holding you in place with one hand on your stomach and stroking himself with the other. Once he’s successfully made you cum again, does he line himself up along your soaked entrance. It is a challenge not to cum once his cock is enveloped by your heat, your walls constricting like a vice around him and making him grit his teeth to prevent himself from spilling inside you too soon. He’ll pump his hips slowly at first, trying to adjust to your gummy insides and closing his eyes in concentration. His careful pace gets shot down to hell when your heels brace on the bed, tilting your hips up and colliding with his next downward thrust. He opens his eyes startled, taking one good look at your disheveled appearance and your chest heaving in a tantalizing fashion before he grabs on to the headboard and slams his hips down in one meaty smack. Within a few moments, you orgasm two more times and your head is lolling to the side by the time he fills you with his cum.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
While he does use restraints on you, he does not own any toys. He's aware of their existence but has never really thought of using them on you. He's confident in his ability to bring you pleasure by his touch alone.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
As was said before, he enjoys teasing you due to your inexperience with sex. His sexual innuendos and jokes make you fidget and squirm where you’re at. No matter how often he’s fucked you, he can never seem to rid you of your embarrassment when you’re both naked and touching each other intimately. It amuses him how cute you are, removing his shirt purposely in front of you before tackling you down playfully on the bed to begin teasing you further.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He'll grit his teeth to lessen his gasps and groans, preferring to hear the sweet symphony of your pleasured cries and moans instead. He'll hide his face on your neck, bracing his knees on the bed before pummeling you hard enough to make the bed creak and your voice rise with each snap of his hips. Heated puffs and throaty moans would spill from him once your walls constricted around him and coaxed him to cum inside your warm heat.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
It was a passing conversation he heard between truckers on the cb radio while he was driving. One of them mentioned how he and his lady kept their sex life interesting and alive for so many years. They did this by role-playing and wearing salacious outfits to spice up the sex. Rusty listened on to the conversation, his mind conjuring up images of you dressing up as a scantily clad nurse or maid, waiting to treat him and service him in any way he desired. It was another trucker’s similar experience but with pet play that had him stunned. A flux of images of you on your knees in cow print lingerie and a collar around your neck stormed his brain, triggering his lactation kink and imagining you whining about the fullness of your chest and needing his help to ease the hurt. That night, he didn’t give you a chance to welcome him home. He ripped your clothes off in a frenzy, paying special attention to your tits while you let out confused moans not knowing what’s gotten into him. He fucked you especially hard, your sweaty bodies colliding violently as his silent determination to get you pregnant echoed like a mantra in his head.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Being well over 6 feet tall, the dick must match the man. The first time you saw it in its entirety, you had quickly slammed your legs shut out of fear. Now you knew why you were always so sore. His cock bobbed out in the open, the weight of it nearly dragging it down as he walked purposefully towards you on the bed. It took very little effort to spread your legs, slapping your hands away when you tried to hide your sex from him. A gasp left you when the heavy weight of his cock slapped on your pubic mound, the length of it reaching your belly button as you lay frozen in place. You could feel it throbbing angrily along your soft belly, your pussy twitching like crazy as you imagined it splitting you open.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
His sex drive nearly kills you. He's always ready to go and he is not ashamed to grind his erection against your ass so you can feel how much he wants you. Even after he cums, he will continue to play with your body, ensuring you’re always ready for him once he gets hard again.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Once he is completely spent, he's a heavy sleeper. It's hard to get out of his arms when the brute barely feels you squirming and continues to snore softly above your head. You have to bite him to get him to wake up.
A/N: Believe it or not, writing this killed me. Next time I make one of these, I'm only doing certain letters of the alphabet, not the whole thing 💀. Anyways, I hope you guys really enjoyed this! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated 🫶!
Aand I've got a nice treat for my followers to go with this writing~🖤
૮ ․ ․ ྀིა “I just licked my screen please let me cum inside. “
♡ Various slashers x Fem!Reader
☆ SUMMARY// Which slashes are boob men?
☆ A/N, two posts in one day? I am on a ROLL
☆ Header made by me, credits to Supersonico.
☆ 3.4k words.
☆ WARNINGS// no plot straight porn, this is utterly filthy, p in v, unprotected sex, mask kink, monsterfucking, MAJOOORR perversion, big!titty reader, cnc, lactation kink, breeding kink, knife play, blood kink, rope play, primal play, fluff, panty stuffing, squirting.
☆ MINORS DNI.
☆ NSFW UNDER THE CUT.
Which slashers are boob men?♡
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ RUSTY NAIL
He is on the top of the list for a reason. He’s the leader of this list for a SPECIFIC reason.
Literally the biggest tit man of his entire century, like he is an absolute MENACE.
You could be talking to him, no matter the context of anything, and half way through the conversation his eyes will slip down to your boobs without fail. Your areola’s are your eyes to him.
Karma does get him, because he’ll get insanely hard embarrassingly fast and start humping ANYTHING for relief, your tits are an aphrodisiac for him.
He has a love hate relationship with bras, he LOVES the way your boobs bounce against the fabric and they way they spill out of your bra when he’s fucking you too hard–Yet he doesn’t like them because he likes easy access, like the fuck do you mean he can’t “warm his hands’’ against your plump flesh?
He’s a disgusting pervert, when you are sleeping he’ll yank up your shirt and take pictures of your boobs, pictures and videos of him groping your flesh so hard it bruises. He has a hidden iCloud folder in his phone of him sucking your tits while you sleep. You always wake up to him moaning and humping your clothed pussy.
He’ll subtly start leaving those pills in your online shopping list that make you produce milk, giving you subtle hints of what he wants. Expect a lot of comments about milk, like a lot.
He’s HORRIBLE with the “got milk?’’ and cow jokes, they come off as horny and needy rather than funny. Then will always escalate to him begging to breed you with his pups. :c
He can’t keep his focus around you at all, he’s so good at being cold and mean–But literally all of that melts when you jump in his big ol’ lap and shove your tits in his face. He crumbles like a damn cookie and becomes all submissive and needy.
You cannot look me in the eyes and say he isn’t the type to beg for soapy boob pictures when you're in the shower. He will send you audios of him WHIMPERING as he jerks off to just the thought of seeing your boobs covered in soap studs.
You have permanent discoloration on your body and bruises from how hard he gropes you, he will always apologize after and soothe your inflictions—But he is MEAN with his grip. It always feels like he’s trying to rip you apart when in reality he wants to live in your skin.
Gets grumpy and upset when you won’t let him suck on your nipples, like he literally pouts and gets all cold and distant until you break.
LOOVES it when you ride him, he’s not even looking at your face. He’s nose deep in your chest, drool running down your front as he pathetically groans into your hot flesh.. His drool is down your naval as you give him a one way ticket to heaven.
Give him a boobjob and he will marry you /srs
The pure concept of seeing his throbbing shaft between your heavy flesh, his pre dribbling onto your soft skin as you jerk him off with your shoulder boulders–He’s gotten cum in your hair because he genuinely squirts from the view.
People think you are being beaten because you have nasty bruises only someone could get from a car crash, but it’s just his meaty hands pawing away like a cat making biscuits.
When you do start producing milk he will look up what makes production last longer and what certain foods or supplements make you produce a lot, he wants that bang for his buck.
You’ll have to literally rip him away from your sensitive chest from how long and hard he stays there, he’ll lay on top of you till your body goes numb as he latches on drinking from you like you are the fountain of youth.. He’s sucked you dry to a point where it takes a week to recover and start producing again. He’s a big man okay? He needs the milk for his “growing bones.”
When you're sitting on his lap to relax, he’ll subtly bounce you up and down on him to watch you jiggle. Your recoil genuinely rewires his brain back to factory settings.
Gets mad when you try and clean up the mess he left on your chest, he claims it’s “good for your skin’’ and natural lotion. Now you know why your lotion was so creamy this morning.
There will be times where you randomly wake up and see him sucking on your chest, he’ll do it to wake you up.
The type to shove his beer between your boobs when he has to use the bathroom, he only trusts you with his drink afterall!
Shit he uses your boobs as his own damn purse, he’ll put his wallet, phone, hands–anything down that cleavage.. Then stick his hand down your shirt to grab whatever he needs.
Banned from going with you to Victoria Secrets. Last time he came you needed help clasping a bra, he came into that tiny stall and the next thing you knew you were in the AIR while he plowed away into that puffy cunt.
Why yes he does in fact have a picture of your boobs in his wallet, tysm. ♡
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ THE BEAST
This big ol’ monster wants nothing more than you to lay on top of his body and smother him half to death with your chest. That is his dying wish, check his will.
Your chest (and stupidity) is what saved your life, not realizing he was a ruthless monster killing ravers one by one in this abandoned warehouse. When he came up behind you to shove a glowstick in your eye you started GRINDING against him.
He was so stunned at your stupidity and audacity, like he did not know what to do with his hands when you dragged him over to a secluded spot and got all comfortable in his lap. Shoving that rusted welder's mask against your heavy flesh–OOOO this mountain of a man is out. Like whattt? He was going to kill you? Nonsense. He would NEVER kill you.
He adores getting up behind you and cupping his gloved hands on your tits, squeezing and fondling them. Doesn’t help you have an obvious size difference, he can just loom over you like the grim reaper and squeeeezeee to his heart's content! You love a good grope. And he’s a massive pervert who shamelessly stares down your shirts.
You aren’t allowed to wear bras, why would you do such a thing and suppress his stress relievers? How heartless of you.
Despite his coldness and lack of emotions, you can always tell when he’s in a daze with you. His little window to his rusted welders mask fogs up beyond belief, and you can audibly hear him panting like a mutt.
Looovees to be the big spoon, is it because he wants to fondle you in your sleep? Yes, he’ll take off his gloves at night before going to bed so he can have “natural hand warmers’’
His favorite place to put his hands is your underboob, he likes the weight you have.
Your boobs have officially become his pillow, he outright refuses to use a real pillow. On top of your tits so he can hear your heartbeat is enough for him.
Any bikini top, tank top, or tube top–Literally anything skimpy has him frothing from the mouth like he has rabies, he does very much enjoy the view.
When you complain about back pains or chest pains he will appear out of nowhere and become your bra. He loves it when you lay down with your back against his chest, giving him the perfect opportunity to hold you.
When you complain about chest pain he’ll always come massage you, coming to relax your sore muscles and nerves.
Nipple pincher 2000. It’s almost like a habit for him, he just likes to pinch your nipples till they are all perky.
A whore for seeing your nipples hard, is also the type of man to grab any baggy shirt you're wearing and pull it back to watch the fabric cling to your figure.
Will randomly push you against random things to watch your chest squish down.
Likes to push your tits down onto his crotch whenever you're using his belly to prop up your phone, you can always feel his monstrous bulge against your ribcage.
Adores it when you sit on his shoulders and use the top of his head to rest your chest on, his hands always squeeze the hell out of your thighs as he leans his head back into that perfect chest.
You can hear him chuffing against your skin out of sheer comfort, this behemoth is sooo happy with you. You can hear him chuffing too..
Likes it when you wear fur lingerie, a two piece bikini made out of faux fur against your pretty skin.. He makes you grind against the fur till you jolt from it sticking to your sloppy pussy before he stuffs the fabric in your small hole. ♡
૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა ASA EMORY – “THE COLLECTOR’’
The song “shoulder boulders’’ by S3RL is in his playlist, you cannot look me in the eyes and tell me otherwise.
He takes great interest in anatomy & biology, which also applies to you. Especially you, he has a “medical record” book and it’s just you.
Will have you sit with him completely naked as he does a full body examination on you, this can and will include him wasting 20 minutes trying to stimulate milk production and getting irritated when it doesn’t work.
This man is a whore for pretty lingerie, I’m not talking about conservative lingerie. I’m talking about mid 2000-2016 lingerie where being sexy was not a crime, his favorite piece on you is apron lingerie. Especially the cute black & pink polka dot one with lace that can barely keep your tits in. He’ll make you stay dressed like that all day and do the most house-wifey shit ever, he edges himself the entire time. Just being a big pervert and watching you from afar as he squeezes the hell out of his cock.
During sex he’ll make you wear tank tops or a bra so he can watch the recoil of your plump flesh bouncing with every violent thrust, he’ll get too impatient and horny and ends up yanking them out.
You purposely tease the hell out of him knowing how weak he is, you’ll purposely stretch or lay your tits against a counter–Or when you hug him ensuring he can feel your nipples touching him.
It’s gotten so bad he comes prematurely every time you hug him, you embarrass him so bad.
Likes to drag his serrated knife along your cleavage, making small cuts and lashes to lick up the blood and suck the wound clean.
When he catches you he’ll cut off every last bit of your clothes off of your body and replace it with rope, he loves the way your tits squeeze together behind the rough twine and how you struggle. His fingers always find their way to rub the rope burn away from your skin.
Makes you sit in his lap as his index fingers teasingly rub your nipples in small circles till they bud, he ties up your wrists together so you can’t go down and touch yourself.. Instead you make a big mess all over the front of his jeans because that drooly pussy won’t stay shut.
Strips you completely naked and makes you run in the forest as he hunts you down, you never hear him chasing after you so it always takes you by surprise when he suddenly grabs you and slams you in the mud to break your poor cunt on his dick for hours..
Also has trail cameras out in the forest, and in the house.. He gets off with watching you without your knowledge. ♡
૮꒰˶ ❛ ˕ ❛˶꒱ა BUBBA SAWYER – “LEATHERFACE”
He feels INSANELY perverted and doesn’t want to admit he drools over your chest. It’s not that he feels like it’s immoral or anything–He just doesn’t want to scare you. :(
He’s tame with his obsession at first, hell you don’t even notice. You think it’s sweet he loves to lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat lull him to sleep as you snuggle him close.
He loves to lay his head on your chest, when you're sitting in his lap, when he’s laying on top of you, your boobs are his certified pillow.
His perversion becomes a bit obvious when he begins to start groping you nervously, feeling bad and like his hands aren’t supposed to be there! But your hands cupping his and putting them under your shirt so his thumbs could grind against your nipples and make them nice and perky–How could he say no?
His hands squeeze and grope with more vigor and confidence, happy you were enjoying and consenting to this.
His big meaty hands worship your chest, thumbs rolling over hardened nipples as his fingers greedily squeezed your flesh. He was so stupidly in love with you, and so so so happy you loved him back!
Like the others he gets off watching you bounce as he’s viciously dicking you down, he’ll put you in bras, shirts, tank tops, bikini tops.. Just watching your heavy set bounce so hard from him pounding you, loves it when you are on your back or on your side so he can see the way you jiggle..
Sometimes the dumb brute goes a little too fast and hard and ends up having you pawing at the bed or him trying to get him to slow down as his thick cock destroys your tiny hole, he can’t help it his wife is so pretty!
Bubba loves to fill you up with his potent creampies and slowly pull out so he can watch your stretched out pussy spurt out his cum all over him, seeing your pretty little chest that’s adorned with bruises and bites heave desperately as you squirt out his mess all over his tummy. ♡
...and the grabber.
includes: michael myers, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair, bo sinclair, hannibal lecter (tv show), jason voorhees, the grabber.
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Michael Myers
He doesn’t feel jealousy like the average person, he feels possession. All he sees is someone trying to take away what he views as his and once that head tilts? Game over before it has even started. You never mention it, don’t have to. There’s always blood under his nails when you turn the news on the next morning and see the person you spoke with the other day listed as missing. These murders are more gruesome, more animalistic. Michael can’t sit knowing there is someone out there that wants you.
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas has never had something to himself, so when you come along, he’ll do anything to keep you. His jealousy is reactive, immediate, and all consuming — it clouds his vision and dictates his actions. If any future victims get too close, too friendly, he can’t help but go off script and kill them right then and there, which always gets him in trouble later. Sometimes, Hoyt’s eyes will linger on you too long and Thomas pulls you away gently, hiding you from the man. You’re his, all his, and he needs to hear you say it to calm him.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent tends to channel his jealousy into his sculptures. Anyone that makes him jealous has an upcoming death date regardless of his feelings, but he is much more brutal with the ones that dared to speak to you past a polite greeting. Sometimes, the damage is so severe he can’t even display the wax figure he’s made out of them.
Bo Sinclair
Everyone becomes a victim to Bo’s jealousy, just some tend to have it worse than others. His grip will tighten on you, calling you ‘sweetheart’ like the words are poison on his tongue, then when finally alone, he’ll accuse you of wanting to leave him — of having wandering eyes. He will demand Vincent give them unappealing features when he sculpts them, even going as far to take his pocketknife and scrape the finished product to defile them even further. The victim gets the worst of it, though. Damage is so bad even Vincent has to scrap some because he can’t sculpt what little is left of them.
Hannibal Lecter
Hannibal’s jealousy is deeply sinister. He won’t show it outright, but he studies the offender — their habits, their scent, the tone of their voice and even takes on some of their traits himself, since you seemed to like them so much. He’ll serve dinner that week, the meat unusually tender and when you dare to ask what it is, he’ll only smile. Later, when you thank him for dinner, his hand will linger at the base of your neck, thumb brushing your carotid pulse. “You must forgive me,” he murmurs, “I do dislike sharing.” His jealousy isn’t about love; it’s about control portrayed as love. An uncontrollable desire to consume every part of you until there’s nothing left that isn’t his.
Jason Voorhees
His jealousy stems from the sheer desperation he feels towards you. He reacts like a wounded animal when someone tries to take you from him, blade tearing through skin and bone till there is nothing left of them. You’ll have to comfort him after, promising you’d never leave him because here’s the thing about a wounded animal; they’ll turn on you too.
The Grabber
The Grabbers jealousy is a blanket that constricts you — he’s calm, composed, and so damn condescending one minute and sweet the next that it gives you whiplash. He is constantly torn between taking it out on you and blaming the other person, who he kills. He’ll corner you, showing you the blood stained weapon, saying you made him do this and that he doesn’t want to have to hurt you too.
It’s dirty. The way he’s able to lie with such ease, without even flinching. You often wonder what else he could lie about, what there is that he isn’t telling you, but the words he whispers to you are etched into your skull.
It’s disgusting how he pulls you away at the perfect moment. No one ever notices when the two of you disappear, when he sneaks you lingering looks across the room or lustrous touches under the table. He knows exactly how to pull you apart to pieces, especially when he gets to take in the jealous, scared look on your face when he wraps an arm around his wife. He loves watching you drive yourself crazy over him, you hate him for it.
It’s invigorating.
You love the way you’re sworn to secrecy. One word, one small neglected detail, one minor characteristic out of place, and his whole life would be over.
His lengthy fingers dig into the fat of your hips, sure to leave mulberry impressions by tomorrow morning. He ruts his hard dick between your thighs, letting it pet against your wet pussy as you push back into him, hands falling forward to catch your weight on the washing machine.
“William…” you exhale, feeling his tip catch the perfect angle on your sensitive nerves. You clench onto nothing.
He kisses down your neck, hands ghosting over your skin as one snakes in front of you to rub your clit. You roll your head back into his shoulder, craning your neck and exposing him to more surface area. A soft moan escapes your lips, barely heard over the commotion outside of the locked washroom door.
“Look at you.” He muses, rubbing circles with skilled fingers and watching eagerly as your jaw falls open. “You fall apart so easily for me, don’t you?”
Your jeans pull tight around your skin where they’re pulled down to your thighs. William’s touch sends lightning strikes through your skin. Your body needs him, and you know he needs yours, too by the way his tip is leaking onto your thigh.
He reaches down further, gliding his fingers through your slick before plunging them deep into your wet cunt. You shudder, and a desperate moan falls out of your mouth. He can’t help but grin against your neck when you squeeze around him. He rips a groan from your throat as he twists his fingers perfectly, just how you like. William rubs carefully over the soft spot inside of you before increasing his pace tenfold, essentially digging at your walls. He loves to see how far he can push you.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers to you, “you’ll take whatever I give you, huh?”
His words are sinister, and the presence of him against you begins to cloud your head. Your eyes roll shut, jaw slack as hot pants fill the closet. You’re the only one who could turn him on like this.
“Mhm…” you hum, biting your lip.
Your legs begin to shake under you as a wave of heat rolls through you, taking you closer to your looming orgasm.
“Yeah, you’d even let me fuck you right here, right now, wouldn’t you?” His fingers speed up. “Yeah, is that what you want? Say it.”
Your eyes are screwed shut, body tingling from the sensation as you unclench your jaw and start to beg, “please, please fuck me…”
Oh, he could never say no to you. Especially not when you’re being so good for him, letting him touch you all over in the sanctuary you two have made of his laundry room, begging so sweetly for his cock.
He pulls his fingers out of you without anymore hesitation, pulling his pants down further and letting his belt hit the floor. When they pool around his ankles he’s left clad in an unbuttoned shirt that hangs off of his shoulders. You arch your back forward, exposing your pussy to him from behind. As he rolls your top up, you can’t resist looking back at him over your shoulder, watching his eyebrows knit in concentration as he lines up his hard length with your slit. Without warning, he drives into you, making you jump as his thick cock stretches out your swollen walls. You hiss at the feeling, letting out a deep moan absentmindedly as he settles snug, all the way inside of you.
Your volume startles him, and William takes a second to reach over you and start the dryer, letting the rattling sound cover up your helpless cries, sure that nobody else will be able to hear you but him. You’re all his.
He then uses the same hand to get a firm grip on your hair, entangling his fingers before pushing your head down flush with the machine. He resumes his thrusts, rapid and unforgiving, and you lay there with no other choice but to let him use you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Your eyes watch the door, unable to look away even if his hand wasn’t pinning you in place. You stare at the golden lock, twisted shut to not let anybody catch you in this compromising position, with William rutting his length so deep into you you can’t breathe, you feel him in your lungs.
He’s everywhere. On your skin, in your head, in your lungs… You let him reduce you to his slut, molding your pussy to his dick, ruining you so that no one else could ever make you feel as fervent as him. It’s downright unlawful.
Maybe he wants you to look at the door. Maybe he wants your eyes to trail down to where the hallway light leaks in from underneath, watching shadows of footsteps pass back and forth just inches away from you. It’s so wrong, and you should know better.
But William should know better, too. His wife is out there, the woman who he married, who birthed his kids, who loves him… but he could never love her as much as he loves to fuck you. To feel your young and eager body against his, milking his cock for all he’s got, crying out for him as you drag your nails down his back. The thought of you keeps him up at night more than he cares to admit.
“William, oh-! William!” filling his ears as he buries himself deep in your cunt, strings of white painting your insides.
He almost wishes he’d accidentally left the door unlocked.
He almost wishes she’d walk in on you.
He almost wishes she knew.
a/n: HAHAH HIIIII this is rly short but i hope everyone enjoys itt for my first post in 2 yrs </3
did the springtrap ptb JUST release? maybe.. am i going to be an absolute disgusting degenerate and write something for springtrap? yes.
(DBD) Springtrap and his s/o in the fog
A little confused but glad to be there if more murder is involved. Why are you with this guy again..?
Promises not to yell in your face but he does it anyways. He thinks it’s funny. Not a fan if you berate him for it though. Let him joke around every once in a while!
His definition of a joke is scaring you. So maybe don’t walk around the pizzeria without him. Well, it won’t really matter. He’s probably managed to program at least one of the animatronics to give you a little scare. He’ll laugh. He’s mean like that.
Sorry pooks but he’s not gonna treat you any differently just because you got him giggling and kicking his feet (Aka. You amuse him and he likes looking at you). The only thing he might do is talk to you differently. He knows that while his voice isn‘t what it used to be, he still has the charm to back it up. Yeah, he might be killing you and stuff, but it’s his job— and he really loves his job. But that doesn’t mean he won’t ’appreciate’ you every now and then. He’s a little old fashioned so.. his compliments sound a little weird. Apparently your body makes him feel like he’s living again. Interesting.
Also.. surprisingly intimate sometimes? Just the way he talks is unintentionally just.. wow. Sometimes he knows and teases you with subtle innuendos.. and sometimes he talks and doesn’t even know your eyes are wide from his voice and not from the way he talks about the very violent things he wants to do to certain survivors.
He’s a complicated man. You never truly know what he thinks of you and you never will. The mystery is the most intriguing part of it and if you don’t know, you’ll only strive to figure out further. It’s a fun little game to him. You get one step close to him, he will take ten steps back. You don’t know if it’s because he’s closed off, hiding something, or if he just likes messing with you. And you never will. It’s a complicated relationship, isn’t it?
william afton hates receiving head. he thinks that something as dirty as a cock has no place in your sweet, innocent little mouth; even his own. he would hate to taint you in such a way.
william is a giver. he’s not nearly as innocent as you, and his filthy mouth has ever right to be all over your body. he gets so hard feeling you squirm on his tongue, delving in and out of your pussy. it’s almost too much for you to take, but you taste so sweet for william and he can’t get enough of it. it’s spurring him on to overstimulate you more and more.
he gets off all on his own just watching how you take it, eyes glued to your dropped jaw with breathless gasps filling his ears, feeling your cunt suck him in like you’re so afraid to let go, practically begging him to stuff you full of his cum.
✮ Just a list of headcanons of how I think William would act in a relationship. - English is not my first language.
Note: SFW and NSFW are separate.
S/n is described as she/her.
✮ From the first moment you met, William looked at you in a way that mixed curiosity and distrust. He never had any friends at his current job and you were new to the area. Something about your presence bothered him… In a good way.
✮ William always acted as if nothing could touch him, but with you, he lets his guard down. When you're together, he's a completely different man.
✮ At first, you kept your relationship hidden, because William thought it was better. But after a year, he was so keen that people know you were his that you went to company parties together.
✮ He doesn't know how to show affection at first. Until a year into a serious relationship, William couldn't put into words what he felt. His touches spoke volumes, but what always showed his love for you were his gifts. William even built a little music box just for you, which plays a soft melody whenever you feel anxious.
✮ He acts like he's responsible for "protecting you from him", but he ends up getting more and more involved. You're the spark he never expected to ignite again.
✮ He (secretly) finds it funny when you mention memes, social media, or slang that he pretends not to understand.
✮ You once put a sticker on his laptop "to break the ice" on a day when he was feeling irritated. He didn't take it off. He never said anything about it, but sometimes he looks at it with a tired smile.
✮ He hates it when other employees around your age try to flirt with you. He doesn't show it, but he becomes visibly more dry and sarcastic afterwards.
✮ One time you went out drinking with your friends, he sent you a single text: "Come back safe. I don't trust them." It's annoying how William hates everyone and everything, but when he warns you about someone, he's always right.
✮ He's not one for grand gestures. But he'll hold your hand under the table, guide you with his hand on your back when you walk, and watch you when he thinks you're not looking.
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✮ William always tries to maintain control of the situation. But there are times when you undo him, like when you pull him by his tie, or when you whisper something in his ear out of nowhere. This always ends with you riding him on top, looking at his red face while his mouth is half open trying not to moan in a very submissive way. He always tries and always fails. These moments are VERY rare. But he pretends they NEVER happen.
✮ You're younger than him, and that's obvious. But sometimes William loves to treat you like a little doll he has to "mold". Sometimes, after you've taken his load, lying on the table with his cum dripping between your thighs and your panties around your ankles, he pulls out of you saying something like, "This is how it's done, you understand, little one?"
✮ William is at war with his own body when he’s with you. Every laugh you make, every loose piece of clothing, every casual touch is a trigger he struggles to ignore… But he can’t. He watches you like a predator who knows he’ll eventually give in. Sometimes he hooks his fingers on the edge of the table just to keep from pulling you in on impulse.
✮ Despite hating intimacy in public, he loves to slap your ass. He'll squeeze it in the elevator, walk by your desk and slap you. If no one is around, the noise will be loud. Even in bed, he loves the sound of his palm against you, as much as he loves the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.
✮ After simply destroying you, he holds your face afterwards as if to say “Are you still alive?”, followed by a slow kiss on your forehead that contrasts with everything that came before.
werewolf cowboy... he has you tie him up every full moon (so he doesnt end up pursuing you or another woman through the town)
"I'm a big man, sugar," he comments softly. its almost impossible to tell when he's starting to lose himself to the change, but you see it now, in that golden twinge in his eyes.
"I see that," you say. He's all tied up, no strain in the lines.
"Nah," he grins with too sharp teeth, his eyes glancing down at his own lap. "I'm a big man."
Your face burns at the implication.
"Got nine inches for you all month and you won't even take one-" he sighs, hips rolling into the air. "come sit on it before it gets too big for you to handle."
"I can't-"
"You can, sug', you can. It's real simple and I'll be real nice-"
"I'm not on birth control."
"I fucking know, darling, baby, sugar-" the ropes are tight as he tries to strain forward, "You're in fucking heat."
My (26M) Roommate (28M) kissed me and I don't know what to do now.
So, for context, my roommate (28M) and I (26M) are both straight men. For privacy, I will call him RM, for roommate. Onto the background.
So, RM is an author — or, attempts to be one. He has a lot of potential but squanders it all on writing shitty porn for money. I have read, and still do read, his work. The skill is present, but he doesn't lean into it.
I am very rich. I don't understand what it's like to not have money or worry where my next meal will come from, and after a lot of introspection and discussion with him, I acknowledge this privilege. Monetarily, and familially, I am very lucky. This isn't to brag, or to say I have no struggles of my own (believe me, I do), but purely to add context.
I offered to pay his bills, etc., so he could write what he wanted but he refused most help because he didn't want to be "just some sugar baby" (???) — in the end, he only moved into my apartment and let me cover the rent.
We have been living together for 2.5 years now.
With the background out of the way, I'll get into why I actually made this post, now.
Last night, RM and I were having another argument over his writing. Since moving in, he has let me begun editing & beta reading his work. I have a formal degree in literature and editing, but don't do it for work. Needless to say, I know what I'm doing.
We argue a lot over his writing. Something about last night's fight was different, though. It was more tense than usual. Ever since the power went out last week — during which we had to share my bed for warmth — there has been a strange energy between us, and I guess it all bubbled over during this fight.
I don't even really remember the details. It was about a scene in which the tension between the protag of his novel and his latest love interest snapped and they fell into a passionate night. I expressed how unnatural it felt in context with the rest of the chapter, and how sudden, and that there needed to be more proper build-up. RM disagreed. I then pointed out the kissing itself and how unrealistic it was. We went back and forth like this a bit, egging each other on and arguing.
At one point, he said something along the lines of, "like you could do better," and I snapped back that maybe I could. He laughed and said he'd like to see my try and, without thinking — in the heat of the moment — said fine, go ahead. The silence was...deafening I tried to backpedal immediately when I realized what I said — again we are both straight men. I don't even know why my head went there, let alone why I said it.
After that, it gets fuzzy. All I remember is one second I was stumbling over my words trying to backpedal, the next we were on the couch and I was in his lap. I came back to my senses when he tried to take my shirt off and, as ashamed as I am to admit it, I've been hiding at my older brother's house since.
I don't want to go back home while my head is still such a mess, but I think my brother & his husband are starting to get sick of my intrusion.
Reddit, what do I do? He hasn't tried to contact me all day, or at all since I fled last night. I've never questioned my sexuality before, but now I don't know what to think. I'm straight, but...I didn't hate it?
I'm really at a loss.
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u/streetcat 6hrs
Ever since the power went out last week — during which we had to share my bed for warmth — there has been a strange energy between us
bro...you cannot be serious.
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u/helpful-idiot 6hrs 🎂
Plain and simple, you need to talk to him. This isn't something that will just go away if you hide long enough. This needs real communication.
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u/endoftheline 6 hrs
we are both straight men
Are you sure about that? Genuinely. Has he ever told you he's straight? Brought home girls? Anything concrete?
he hasn't tried to contact me
It's likely he's just as panicked as you are, OP. You seem like close friends and, sexuality aside, this complicates that friendship.
what do I do?
1. Breathe.
2. Thank your brother and BIL for their hospitality.
3. Go home and talk to your friend.
Regardless of the outcome, you both deserve an honest conversation with all your cards on the table. Especially if he's having an identity crisis of his own. Have some faith in your friendship and work through this together.
edit: spelling
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u/smashedcucumbers OP • 5hrs
Thank you.
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u/smashedcucumbers OP • 4hrs
I'm going to talk to him. I might update properly later. Thank you all for the responses.
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On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah
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