All I can imagine right now is being in my room, a horror movie playing, in my bed, and fingers between my legs. Except they aren't mine, I don't know who's they are. They have me between their legs, against their chest, and covering my mouth. Look at that pretty mess, they say as they run their gloved hand up and down my cunt. She's dripping...too cute. All while her owner is crying in my hands, his grip on my face tightens.
That feels good? He says as his thumb starts to play with my clit. Bet it does poor girls never been touched like this has she? No, she hasn't... she's all mine to ruin tonight. He taps my cunt a couple times before sticking his fingers inside me. Watching as I whine and squirm at the feeling. Good thing I cleared my night...making it all special for you. He pushes his mask into my neck as she keeps fingering me. I don't plan on stopping when it comes to using this cunt. I don't care how many times you cry, cum, or even pass out.
His words have a sob escape my lips as an orgasm takes over my body. Good girl...see? I knew you'd like this... He spanks my cunt and I try to close my legs. Keep those open, he growls and hits my thighs until I spread them again. He keeps playing with my cunt until the sheets under us are soaked and I'm so overstimulated. Aw...are you tired? I nod as I'm slumped against him panting and shaking. Too bad, I'm just getting started. He finally uncovers my mouth as I whimper and beg him. He ignored them and wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me to sit up right. Shuffling on the bed to free his cock at the same time.
Feeling him line up with my poor abused cunt as I try to shake my head. Please...I've never- I cut myself off with a whimper when he pushes in. He moans, a nice virgin cunt. I'm shaking bad and choking up, easy girl... You can take it, he grinds against me. Even if you couldn't I'd make you, he growls before fucking into me. Getting fucked and bred by a total masked stranger all night. Having him break me only to put me back together. Giving me small breaks just to break me again and repeat.
He wasn't lying about not caring if I passed out. Waking up still getting fucked and used. Not knowing what time it is, how long it's been, or how many times we've cum. Wondering if he ever is going to calm down. A Halloween night to never forget.
I need sex deprived Bo Sinclair, you don’t understand. Like reader is playing dumb to his advances and doing chores all day for three days in a row (let’s be honest he’s frothing at the mouth in three days)
"Frothing at the mouth", nono, begging at your knees like the good boy he is.
TW: Bo Sinclair, Him and his anger issues, mentions of starting a family (writers poorly disguised kinks) jealous Bo behavior, Bo is yer husband, fight me, also Afab reader, biting, boob stuff, and a copious amount of cvm plot
Bo pissed you off. Paraded you around newcomers and told them things about you, you only wanted him to hear.
How do you get back at your lovely husband? Ignore all advances.
Well while he can't keep it in his pants for you, you know how to use your hand.. and ignore him.
Day 1 started fine, you woke up, and kissed him, long and sensually but as soon as his hands roamed you got up.
He made a snide remark about you being on your period. You retorted with the same "is it that time of the month for you?"
He wasn't pleased.
Then, later in the day you didn't visit him at the church, or gas station.. usually those visits ended up being. A lot.
That's when he realized he may or may not be being punished.
Even when he came home, you ignored any advances.
Dinner passed, and even around bedtime you refused to acknowledge his existence.
Day 2 went the same, except he got more frustrated and loud.
"Darlin' why ain't you lettin' me do my lovin' on you?" And you replied along the lines of "why? Of course I am" and kissed him before going down in the basement and checking if Vincent is still alive, kicking, and drinking or eating food.
At dinner, holy shit it was awkward for Vinnie and Lester.
And at night, he now ignored you in frustration, saying he was "real tired, sweetheart." In that condescending tone you know he'd used before, when he didn't wanna yell at his favorite girl.
The third day rolled around and he sulked at work.
I mean gazed at your picture on the wall he had when he found a victim's camera.
He doesn't get a boner, yet.
But throughout the slow, hot Ambrose afternoon, my, did he run to you when he got home.
But when he got home, you were putting away laundry, and you felt something.. he had his face in your thigh, hanging on to your skirt/dress/pants.
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"Darlin.. please, I can't handle it. What'd I do?" He pleaded with you, but you shrugged it off, 'Can't be mad at you for something you didn't do.' you remark, and finish folding something.
You do a lot of the more 'domestic chores', it's not a kink, it's to help Vincent when a group of more than three or more tourists come, you can't exactly do dishes and sculpt hot wax at the same time, tho Vincent enjoys letting you coat the victims in wax whilst he takes a break.
Plus, you hold more power over the boys with it, someone has to clean the roadkill out of jackets or wax out of jeans, and they don't want too, so even if the crazy idea of wanting to get rid of you crossed over their minds, they always have to take into consideration all that you do. Between house chores and a comforting person to talk too, you are invaluable.
Anyway back to Bo frothing at the mouth.
Bo is frustrated, and you don't want to beat around the bush, so you ask him, 'Y'know I can think of one thing.' , voice dripping with possibly some annoyance. He looked up at you confused, but not surprised.
'Maybe the whole town doesn't need to know what happens in our bedroom.' you say as you finish putting a shirt on a hanger. Bo stands up, 'you know I just-' he gets a finger on his mouth, 'I know it's just for show, that don't mean they needa know it.'
Bo glares at you, but you knew he was sorry when the glare softened, he was a stubborn asshole but you said "yes" to being his girlfriend, and yes to having a shiny probably stolen ring on your finger, and to him that means he's sorta made his mama proud. He tried to defend himself. But you glared right back.
He'd get closer, you'd straightened up, and he immediately had his hands on your hips, a bruising grip as he glared down, "how else do I show off my pretty lady?" His drawl is thicker than honey,
'Don't even start it, Sinclair you didn't have a lady to show off a few years ago.'
You folded your arms in stubbornness as well, you were perfect for each other, stubborn, bull headed, horny fucks.
"Now I do, so why can't I?" He grinned ear to ear as if he thought you wouldn't smack him upside the head.
"Not like they live not enough-"
He was interrupted, you didn't want him to finish that sentence.
'I will personally make sure you sleep on the couch for the rest of your life.'
A silence was left in the laundry room as he weighed his options, glaring down at you.
". . ..Fine."
He grumbled, in pure, angry stubbornness. But you smiled, and would gladly finally plant a kiss, just under his jaw.
'Finish the dishes, I'll be waiting upstairs, in bed.'
He didn't process the first part first, but halfway up the stairs you heard him grumble about how sucky the dishes are, so you know he at least listened.
By the time he got upstairs he had one of those raging boners still, angry, tired, horny, missing his pretty women.
He makes a mental note to have you moaning his name by midnight.
Poor Lester n Vincent
He got up the stairs, and slammed his door open, you didn't flinch, you were just on the bed, waiting, reading, or whatever else you do.
He slams and locks his door, grumbling about not having his pretty woman, how stupid it was just for you not to talk to him (like he would've listened) and on and on and on, and by the time he got his coveralls off,
he looked up at you, sitting on the edge of the bed, you rolled your eyes. He stomped over.
You take the top of the neckline of your shirt, and pull down. It was a hot day, let's assume you just wore something like a tank top.
His eyes widened, his anger melted, only a tad. Whether you have big boobs, or they're non-existent, he can see the bite marks left on you, and he immediately would get between your legs, helping your tank top off.
"ain't red enough.. ain't bruised enough, what if they disappear while you did yer stupid lil stunt.." he grumbled, his drawl making him almost incoherent, but he did not care as he immediately put his hands on your chest,
Messaging and flicking one of your nipples in his hands, he got on his knees and immediately put one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking.
Your hand went to the top of his head, taking his hat off as he worked, your fingers running through his soft, warm hair.
Nip.
You jolt, he had clamped his teeth down, not on your nipple itself, but the flesh around, he had put as much of your boob in his mouth as possible.
For a while he's been making up your chest and thighs in green, yellow, red, and purple bruises.
But the way he started biting, as he released your nipple and immediately would go to more fleshy parts of your breasts, biting harder than normal. Your legs went around his body,
'Bo, bo.. not.. not so hard, please..'
You said softly, he wouldn't break skin, not unless you asked him too, as he bit down again, a little less hard.
Before you know it, he paused to take off his boxers, and your skirt/jeans/pants, and covered your tits in bite marks, before going down to his favorite slice of humanity. Your pussy.
He's been licking, sucking your clit and stuffing his tongue into your cunt for the last half hour, you've got him to stop for maybe a minute at a time, but he seems really into suffocating himself between your thighs.
Finally, after a few good twenty minutes, he pulls back, wiping his face off,
"I missed that.. I missed you.. I missed 'er.. I missed your body, darlin'.."
He'd lean over, his lips against yours as you both made out, your arms went around his neck as he put your legs over his hips, and would line his dick up, his hand sliding over the mess he made of you, and coating his dick in it.
Before you could really process truly how much he missed you like the last 20 minutes weren't torturous enough, his dick is already kissing the cervix it's missed, he knows not to actually be rough when he's inside you, but there are times, and this is it. He already came after a minute, but that doesn't stop either of you.
Writers note; I think Bo would be weirdly proud about premature cvmming when it came to you, all the reason to hold it over your head why you shouldn't leave, and "see sugar? Look what you do to a bastard like me,"
He was wrapped around you, as you were with him, he kept you quiet by making out with you, or letting you bite down on his neck, albeit he wears anything you do to him with a badge of honor.
Your nails are dug into the scars on his back, the ones you give him every time he does this, as the feeling of his warm, wet dick inside of you is more than enough to send you into a blabbering mess, a good one of course.
"Can't be doin' that shit when we gotta family, sweetheart."
He mumbled beside your head, he didn't stop, he saw the cute little glossy eyes look as you looked up to him in confusion, he's one bastard as he speaks,
"I think it'd be amazing.. new twins.. mama would be so happy, darlin'."
He said it through stuttered words and stuttered thrusts, you can barely process his words, but he would slow down when you whined at him it was a bad idea to do that. He's always tried to convince you, but never pushed the subject too hard.. well, most of the time. Other times he tried to guilt you.
He didn't do that, just try and convince you, though you could guess by now it was just sex talk.. probably.
It's not like you could really think through most of what he's saying because he's still going in and out and the way his dick feels inside you, is possibly your own slice of humanity you really do enjoy.
He kept kissing you, your neck and everything in between as his hands rough from between killing and fixing cars all day, roaming your body as if it was the most precious thing.
One of his hands went down and would start rubbing your clit and making you see stars as he did, pulling out just enough that he painted your thighs in white.
After a few minutes (and a bottle or two of water)
You were on top of him, and sinking down on top of him, he watched you like you were the sun, as you sunk down on to his dick.
He helped you, but he had thrown his head back after just a few seconds of you riding him, he moaned quietly, to your dismay.
As you rode him he became more and more vocal before you actually had to pause to shut him up, warning that Lester and Vincent do exist, and could hear him.
He would, in stubborn fashion, he rolled his eyes, "Fine.. ain't my fault ya feel like paradise.."
You kiss him, politely telling him to shut up, before you keep going. Instead of just kissing, you bite. He always wanted to have your teeth on his skin, and every time you bit down you felt his dick throb,
You'd lean down, and bite his chest one last time as you lift up, he was a panting mess, both of you where, as you'd move, and he'd sit up.
You would kiss him, before laying on your stomach, and putting the tip of his dick in your mouth. It didn't take long, your soft hands, your warm sweet mouth, and look of pride when you look up at him as he came in your mouth.
It was like salty gold, but as you sat up, he sang tired praises in your ear as he held you, and pulled you close. Cleanup is for tomorrow.
"best damn thing to ever happen to a man like me."
'I know.'
He cackled a bit, before pulling you down with him in your arms.
When you woke up, he was still there, he was watching you sleep.. He kissed you good morning, and jolted when you kissed back with your hand around his dick.
Morning will wait. You've got a Bo to run through.
tying your hands and legs up with barbed wire, then forcing you to escape it yourself.
watching you wiggle your cute little wrists, cutting them open as the wire tears at your flesh. it's a bonus for both of us, really; the more you bleed, the easier it'll be for you to get out, and i like to see you bleed.
and your legs? more for decoration than anything. barbed wire around your thighs rather than your ankles. i don't actually expect you to get out, i just want to watch your soft skin rip apart.
i want you to be a broken, bleeding, sobbing mess for me.
I'm fairly certain that Ethan Hawke, sitting shirtless on the chair, built like that, with bulging arm veins, legs spread, wearing that belt buckle, and that mask, holding the belt at the ready, is the hottest thing I've ever seen.
Finally watched Joyride (2001) and safe to say Rusty is getting it, I need that expeditiously.
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sidewayshupside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic :, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.
