#after he got the gas bill😳

[olokosomolo]

I want to explain, there is no explanation for the way I Express myself but I have to make sure you don't think I'm autistic. No, I don't have Down syndrome lines either. Or a mentally disabled person, maybe even dyslexic, no I'm not. Pardon but sometimes i send my post without checking. Again pardon. If you are still upset on me. then i have no reply for that.

this vagina, business card was an idea to create for many girls on only fan many of girls on only fans. A business card made from a makeup sponge. When anyone can clone their vagina. That's so beautiful and unique see pictures#1 &2 but you are cunt everything is good you must destroy ugly pieces of human being creation

[doomh3ad]

Lester Sinclair + boot worship??

DAMN you've hit on one of my major kinks anon i love you <3 this is a pretty dark fic sorry warning for general threat and murder .. i was like 😳 while writing this

lester sinclair + boot worship (short fic, nsfw under cut, slight humilation/degradation)

You've lost just about everything.

You lost your spare tires. You lost any sense of direction until you stumbled across the little town of Ambrose. You lost your phone after talking to Bo at the gas station. You lost two of your friends only to find them turned into wax figures by Bo's brother, their wide eyes forever set in panic. You lost a shotgun, not that you would've managed to hit anything in the dark, and now you've lost your dignity.

Vincent wasn't the only brother Bo had.

Lester, the man you'd only seen in glimpses around town, stands before you as you shake in fear. You'd fallen to your knees in the church in horror upon discovering that all the other residents in Ambrose were made of wax. No one was coming to save you.

You'd only noticed the third brother when his worn leather work boots came into your field of vision. They're caked in blood - your friends'? - and wax. Trailing your gaze up, you realise he's unarmed, but that doesn't mean he's harmless: you'd thought the same of Bo until he tried to glue your mouth shut.

"I can help..." He trails off, shifting uncomfortably. "But it won't be nice, no, it won't."

You laugh as you realise he means to offer you salvation. Not nice? Not nice is having your friends murdered and their corpses desecrated. Not nice is getting repeatedly stabbed in the ankle as you tried to escape Vincent.

You're willing to go as far as 'not nice' may entail, if it means you'll live.

His hand knots in your hair and pushes your head down as he towers over you, and with a single command you understand that salvation comes with a price.

He hopes you get it. He needs to show he's broken you, that you're willing to stay in Ambrose if he vouches for you. Bo has agreed that they need others, and you fit the bill - but only if you're obedient. This is your test.

"Boots."

You lean down, encouraged by his hand, and begin to clean them with your tongue. They're better than you thought at first glance, fairly new, but the humiliation of the act is enough for your cheeks to grow warm - a fact Lester catches on to when he shifts his hand to your face, and quietly chuckles at.

He isn't shy about praising you, either. "That's good, darlin'. There you go. Gon' stay here with me, yeah? Be my pretty plaything?"

Soon he seems to be satisfied and he pulls you away to inspect your glazed eyes, and he's happy with what he sees there. A smile pulls his mouth to one side and it's then that you notice exactly how excited he's got from this.

You're not going to lie and say it hadn't unlocked something in you, either.

"Welcome to Ambrose, gorgeous."