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pangur-and-grim · 9 months ago
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Grim didn't like this
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not-buggy · 1 month ago
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I'm in deep you guys.
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psychotic-star-girl · 5 months ago
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How it feels finding something to read when the fandom is either dead or unknown or the character is just underated:
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whimsyvixen · 2 months ago
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Rusty Nail = Me going horny
Rusty Nail but if he has werewolf traits and I'm like his little breeding bunny = EXTRA HORNY
Anon, you have one brilliant mind in that head of yours!
Might have to save this idea for later (so much potential involving knotting and cum inflation 🤤) . For now, it gave me inspiration to draw this sketch down here. Took pretty long to convince him but Rusty will dress up for you if you beg him enough lol
🦇 Happy Halloween everyone!! ~🎃🎃
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strawlessandbraless · 4 months ago
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Team Free Will 3.0
blurry wife, party city wig, rusty nail
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doritofalls · 4 months ago
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these guys are up in my shop now!
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slxsherwriter · 9 months ago
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I love your works on Rusty Nail and it makes me love him more!
If you're free, can you do a fic where you're on a road trip with your son (Any name). Your ex-husband left you with another woman and you packed a few stuff to head to your friend's house to stay.
Your son is quiet and mostly plays on his side with toy trucks since he has a big interest for them. You decided to try and get his attention by telling him about the CB radio and decided to pretend you're talking to a truck driver.
That's when you accidentally dialled Rusty. You apologized, but your son got interested and wanted to try the radio. You ask Rusty if he can play along with your kid for a moment and he agreed.
Your son then began asking a few questions about trucks and truck drivers to Rusty and he replied back. After a while, your son fell asleep and you thanked him, saying that the kid's never been this chattery and curious before. You and Rusty talk for a moment, with you telling why you're on a roadtrip with your kid and where's the dad.
Finally, you two said goodbye and you hung up, heading near to your friend's hometown.
Meanwhile, Rusty looks at his front view mirror and see the tied up dad in a crate, trying to call out to you by your name. Rusty smirked, "So that's her name huh? Cute~"
Sorry if it's too long!
Hello there, anon! First of all, thank you so much for your kind words. He is definitely an under-served and underappreciated character. Secondly, thank you for my first request! I'm so sorry it's taken a bit since it came when I was MIA from the site. Hopefully, you enjoy.
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Breathe. In and out. A steady rhythm and something to focus on so that you wouldn't lose your composure. Breaking down in front of your son was not an option. Your own feelings about everything that had happened over the last near ten hours didn't matter. All that mattered was getting your boy bundled up and buckled up in his car seat so you could leave. Did you know exactly where you were heading? Not one hundred percent. An old college friend out to the northwest was willing to house you for a few days whIle you figured it out. An option you were beyond grateful to have. 
“All right, buddy.” You gave Michael a smile as he looked up at you, gripping at the toy truck and the stuffed dinosaur that occupied the car seat with him. Reaching out, you lightly brushed some of his hair back from his forehead. “Are you ready to have some fun and go on a trip?” He nodded, giving a small smile, feet kicking lightly from where he was settled in. The smile felt more genuine this time, and you couldn't help but feel another swell of love for him. Assuring him that it would be a long trip but that you were going to have a lot of fun where you were going, you made sure one last time that everything was buckled before getting into the driver seat. 
Bag of drinks and snacks for him in the passenger seat beside you. Check. Cell and cell charger. Check. Last of the bags of what little you could take stuffed into the trunk? Check. There was nothing left for you at the house. Your stomach churned with the thoughts of the custody battle that was likely to come, but that was a future problem. Your ex was too vindictive, clearly. Whether he actually wanted your son or not, he would likely bring you to court over it all. 
Starting off, you watched the last twelve years of your life slip away in the rear view mirror until it was completely gone from sight. You had been blindsided when your husband had announced that he wanted a divorce and that he was having an affair. Shell-shocked. It had rocked your entire world. Everything had seemed fine. There hadn't been any indicators that he had been that unhappy or that he had been with anyone else. Your skin had crawled, knowing he had touched you the night before. Fighting was not something that had a place in your relationship ever before, but the situation had devolved into just that, with him following you around screaming. It was a side of him that you had never seen and one that you certainly didn't like. It had been slapdash from there to get what you could and gather up everything that you needed to bring Michael with you. The one person that perhaps your husband should have been more concerned with but couldn't seem to care less about as you packed. Finding a place to go was a little harder. Your husband and his family were the only family that you had left. 
Shaking the thoughts from your head, you kept checking your rear view, alternating between checking on your son in the backseat and making sure you weren't followed. Perhaps it was a little paranoid, but after everything that had happened, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. As much as you would have liked to think that wasn't the case. 
Michael was incredibly well-behaved, as he often was, as you crossed state lines finally. You had stopped twice for a bathroom break and had provided snacks. There were still a lot of miles to cover and hours left in the car before you reached your destination. He wouldn't stay entertained the entire time. So, you had to come up with something. Songs only went so far, and when that failed, you decided to play around with the old CB radio. There wasn't any intent to call anyone or actually use it. Just make a show for your son. 
“Hey, Michael,” you started and quickly got the four year olds attention. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“We can talk to some truck drivers on this radio. What do you think about that? Is that something that you wanna do?” You could hear his feet hitting the seat, a sure sign of excitement. 
“Really?” 
“Yep, really. This is the sort of radio that is kinda like a phone. Every truck driver has one in their truck. It's how they can talk to one another.” You picked up the handle on the mic and made a show as if you were going to call out on the radio, but instead of pressing the button, you just spoke into the mic so it didn't go out over the radio. “Hello. Is there anyone out there who can talk?” Of course, no one would respond, but your son didn't know that. He was leaning as far forward as his car seat would allow him, eyes wide, and hands clutching tightly at his toy truck. 
“Can you….can you try again?” How were you supposed to say no to such a request? This time, you didn't realize that the button was depressed enough that your voice was actually heard over the radio. 
“Don't know the sound of your voice.” The voice that rumbled through the CB nearly made you jump, and you could hear your son gasp and clap in excitement. Well, shit. Clearing your throat, you realized that you would need to say something in return and be polite. The man was likely busy. 
“Well, uh, I'm not someone who uses the radio all that often….I’m sorry if I'm bothering you.”
“Nah, you ain't bothering me none. Nice to have someone to talk to on a long drive.” 
“Can we ask him about his truck?”
“If you really don't mind…” You paused for a second, glancing back at your son before giving in. “My son and I are on a road trip. And he loves trucks. He wants to be a truck driver when he gets older. Would you mind if he asked you some questions?” God, you hoped he wouldn't mind indulging your boy about a few things. Otherwise, this could turn out terribly. Things were already going to be a little rough by the time you got to your destination. 
There was a few seconds of silence before the voice finally sounded out again. He sounded a bit amused, thankfully. 
“Yeah, why not. Bet he's got some good questions.” For the first time all day, you felt some relief and just a hint of happiness. As much as you tried to shield Michael from everything, even at four, he could tell something was wrong. You pulled over to the side of the road for a moment so you could show your son how to use the mic for the CB. 
“Okay, Mike. The truck driver is gonna talk to you, okay? When you want to ask him a question, you press this button and speak into this. But you gotta make sure to let go of the button because you won't be able to hear him otherwise. Okay?” You handed over the mic and watched as he looked at it for a moment before pressing the button. 
“Hello, Mr. Truck Driver.” You had to suppress a small laugh. He was always polite, something that made you thankful. There was a pause, and you almost reminded him to let go of the button before the deep rumble of the man came back through. 
“Evening little man. What's your name?”
“Michael.”
“Well, Michael, you can call me Rusty. I hear you got some questions for me.” You couldn't have been more grateful for the man on the other end of the line. He didn't need to show such kindness to your son. A small light in an otherwise dark day. 
“What kinda truck do you drive? What color is it? Can you sleep in it?” The questions started going rapid fire. Before you could tell him to slow down, he stopped so that Rusty could answer. 
And that was how the next hour and a half went. Michael was far more engaged and eager than you had seen him almost ever. It certainly went on far longer than you anticipated. You thought that it would peter out after about fifteen minutes, but the naturally shy boy seemed to find his stride talking over the CB and getting all his questions answered. Rusty, for his part, answered back with not over enthusiasm but a genuine enjoyment of having to answer the questions. 
You found yourself glancing back when there seemed to be a lull. 
“Still there, little man?” Michael was passed out, head hanging against the car seat. Laughing softly, you reached back for the cord to the mic and gently pulled it forward so as to not wake him.
“He fell asleep,” you offered back. “I really can't thank you enough for what you just did. I know it's probably the last thing that you wanted to do. That's the most animated I think I've ever seen him, so he really enjoyed himself.”
“Nah, nothing you gotta thank me for. It's nice to have something to focus on other than the road after a couple of hours.” There was a little untwisting of the guilt that you had felt in your gut when he confirmed that he genuinely hadn't minded. “You need anything, you can find me on this channel. Gonna take a guess and say it's just the two of you on the road.” The comment should have sent off warning bells but he had just spoken to your son for an hour and half, with you being the only adult he had contact with, so it was a fairly well educated guess. 
“Yeah, it's just us. Thank you, really. Your kindness was a bright spot in the day. We thankfully only have about another hour to go before we are safe and sound.”
“Good. You get to where you are going safely. Roads can be dangerous this time of night.” 
“You're a good man, Rusty. Thank you. I'll find a way to repay your kindness.”
“Ain’ anything to worry about. You focus on your boy.” The radio went silent after that, but it felt like a good ending to the conversation. Smiling to yourself, you felt a bit lighter as you finished the drive to your friends house. As much pain as you were feeling, you were granted the opportunity to remember that there were good things in this life thanks to the man on the other side of the radio. 
Rusty chuckled to himself and glanced behind the seat to where the man was tied up on the floor.
“Boy, you must have really done a number on her. She didn't even bother mentioning you.” Amusement tinged the words. “I would say I'm doing her a favor by getting rid of you. Better for that boy not to know his father at all. He'll forget you soon enough.” He lit a cigarette and turned his attention back to the road, thinking of just how he could work out one of those chance run-ins with the woman and her son. The whimpers and pleas of the man just cemented those thoughts. It wouldn't be hard to get where she was heading from her husband in the back. The truck sped up through the darkness of the night, a new intent hanging heavy.
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plutonic-rage · 6 months ago
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10/10 performance
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Me
NEXT
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littlecorpselady · 23 days ago
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Random slasher headcannons
The sinclair brothers, Billy lenz, rusty nail, tiffany valentine
Note - might edit later if I can be bothered
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Bo sinclair :
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-Snores and dad sneezes really loud
-Holds grudges practially forever, even if it's something really small because he's bitter
-Fairly good at photography
-Used to have interest in playing guitar but lost patience
-a dog person
Tiffany valentine :
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-Has always had a massive doll collection especially as a child
-Would absolutely adore monster high dolls
-Prefers black and white horror movie's like whatever happend to baby jane and psycho
-Dogs are ok but she's a much more of a cat person
Vincent sinclair :
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-Although sculpting is his favourite form of art he also loves music and literature
-Loves the fabric of wool hence his sweater collection
-Would love Pinterest and he'd have several boards like 'scenery' 'photography'
-Both a cat and a dog person
Lester sinclair :
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-Typically listens to country music but secretly also loves pop music
-Lives outside of but not to far from Ambrose in a cabin
-Enjoys watching comedies
-Massive dog person
Billy lenz :
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-Beyond touch starved, both in childhood and as a adult
-Sometimes he secretly watches cartoons
-Doesn't like dogs at and they don't like him, it's a unspoken grudge
-Listens to christmas music all year around
Rusty nail :
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-Either In his late thirties or early forties
-Doesnt know how to cook at all after years of eating at almost exclusively dinners
-Would absolutely own a cat if he had the ability and time to take care of it
-Loves board and card games
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tinalbion · 8 months ago
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Hi! Can I please request a smut fic with Rusty Nail? When I saw that you wrote for him, I was so excited because he is so underrated!
Hey there! I've been thinking about this for so long and I am finally here with good news, I am gracing you with more Rusty smut! Something the world desperately needs, I know I do! Thank you for being patient, I know it was a hell of a wait, but I am back as much as I can be!
Rusty is very underrated and he deserves so much more love than what he gets. So I hope this will suffice for the time being! 💙✨
"I Don't Want To Miss You Like I Do" ||
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Rusty Nail x fem!Reader
𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄! Minors, DO NOT interact! Masturbation, vaginal fingering, cowgirl, oral, penetration, creampie
𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 4k
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦��𝐫𝐲: You had been feeling extra lonely since Rusty had been out doing his job to support the both of you, so with your mind occupied, you figured you'd have some personal one-on-one time. Too bad you didn't know you weren't alone.
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© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!
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Whenever Rusty was gone for weeks at a time, that part didn't bother you in the slightest, it paid the bills and was a necessary trade-off for affording all he could provide for you. You didn’t even think he would give up what he loved doing, and you’d never want him to, but what you hated the most was the loneliness.
You'd grown accustomed to having him around, so when that first time back on the job came around, you were slightly nervous, but living in his larger home was nice and much more peaceful than staying in your city apartment. It gave you things to do with a place so large, new things to discover about Rusty that he had displayed around the walls, but for such a larger place compared to your apartment, it was painfully quiet after a while of living there. Rusty wanted you to feel at home here since you decided to stay with him, so he tried his best to do what he could to bring more of you out within the confines of the walls. He offered to set up a room just for you if you wanted it, sort of like an office or a crafting area, and he'd arrange it to suit your needs. You spent time in there when he was away, fiddling around with whatever you had set up, and you just mostly liked to sit in there and read, but today you were feeling impatient, so you placed the book down and let out an irritable sigh. 
You weren't upset with him, far from it, you were upset with yourself for being so codependent on this man. He brought out a side to you that you didn't know existed, and you were starting to feel that feeling in the pit of your stomach whenever you began to think of Rusty. It would lead from missing him and wondering what he was thinking, to wondering if he'd ever let you fuck him in his truck. You sure hoped he would at some point, you needed to ride him while he was in that seat of his–
“Oh god,” you grumbled and stood up from the chair, then you decided it was best to go and take a shower. Wash away your sinful thoughts, that's what you needed to do. You pulled yourself away from the room and weaved your way around to the shared room you had, then rummaged through the closet, your mind desperately trying to bury the thoughts you were having. 
The trickling of water felt great as soon as it hit your body, your muscles relaxed under the warmth of it, so you cranked it up just a little more to get the temperature just a bit higher. A smile grew across your face as the water soaked your hair, ran down your back, and you stood there to allow yourself just a few moments to gather your thoughts. But as soon as you closed your eyes, his face was there. You could imagine him walking into the bathroom as soon as he heard the water start running, opening the door, and just leaning against the frame, because he’d know you heard him, so you’d peek out. 
“What’re you up to, sugar?” 
You’d scoff and look up at him as you peeked through the shower curtain meekly. “Taking a shower, why?”
“Just wonderin’ why you didn’t invite me in.”
Rusty was like that sometimes; he would want to be wherever you were, wanting to touch you in every place he possibly could reach. You weren’t opposed to it, you encouraged it even, but something about his gentle touch when he was in one of those moods always made you feel empty without him here. Your fingertips ghosted over your lips and slid down to your neck -his favorite spot to kiss you- as you stood beneath the running water still, smiling to yourself. 
The impure thoughts that took over your mind were willing you to slide those fingers lower and lower, smiling as your eyes remained closed until you gently dipped them between your legs. Your vivid memory of the way his large, calloused hands handled you so well flooded back, and the way he curled those two fingers into that sweet spot made you buckle at the knees. Yours weren’t as good as his, but they’d get the job done. You let out a small moan, your breath hitched as you pictured Rusty pinning you against the cold tiles of the shower. 
“Easy there, girl, you’re so eager. Gonna take my time with you.”
Just thinking about his deep voice as smooth as pouring a glass of whiskey, it tickled your brain in the right ways when he spoke you through everything he did. Most times he'd tease you, edging you to the point you were a shaking, sobbing mess. Other times, he would talk you through it and watch you as your face contorted from feeling pure bliss to feeling complete frustration.  
“Please, Rusty, I wanna cum so bad,” you'd whine. 
“Oh you will if I let'cha,” he'd respond smoothly, knowing you couldn't do much to change his mind. 
Your head leaned back as the water sprayed down your chest, you couldn't help but grab your breast and squeeze it, playing gently with your hardened nipple. God, you needed him so badly, and you wondered when he'd be back home, back in your bed. You wanted to feel his mouth between your legs, feeling the way his facial hair rubbed against the inside of your thighs sent you into a frenzy every time, and he knew what to do to get you to cum on command. 
You wished he was here to pick you up and place you in the bed, but you had to make due until he came back. With a sigh, you removed your fingers from yourself and washed them off, then stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around you. The sting of sadness set in a little as you shuffled to the large bed in the center of the master bedroom, seeing how painfully empty his side was. He was already gone for a couple of weeks, and it had been a while since you last called to check on him, so maybe you would do that to ease your loneliness. But you felt so pent up and needed to feel a release in one way or another, so maybe you'd call afterward. 
As you crawled into the middle of your bed, you laid on your back and sprawled out, one leg lifted as you placed your fingers between your already slick folds, thinking of the large, rough man of your dreams. He would know how to take care of you, it's like he was easily attuned to your needs and what you preferred, and his fingers fit so well into your hole. You moaned out softly, your body moved as you rolled against your hand, wanting to feel his thick digits stretching you so well. The room was filled with your moans and wet sounds from between your legs, and you pulled those mental images to mind that made you want to descend into your orgasm, already so eager to feel the sweet relief so you could finally relax. 
What you hadn't been paying attention to was the front door opening and closing. 
Rusty had tried to call you twice, but your phone was still sitting in your office space beside the book you were reading, so you had no indication that Rusty was going to surprise you by coming back a little earlier than expected. He heard your moan from downstairs, his ears perked up and tuned into his surroundings. At first, he was a little worried by your lack of reaching out, but it seemed he'd caught you at the perfect time. He was missing you while he was away, and he already felt the growing excitement in his jeans. Slowly but surely, he made his way up the stairs, making sure he didn't tip you off just yet, and the sounds coming from you only sounded more enticing the closer he’d gotten. 
He had finally got to the doorway and he peeked inside, watching as you lay there spread out on your shared bed, touching yourself as your eyes were squeezed shut. You were pumping your fingers in and out, curling into that sweet spot as you moaned out Rusty's name over and over, wishing he was there to take care of you. It was hard for him to keep watching and do nothing, he had to have you, he couldn't wait for much longer.
His large hand slowly pushed the door open as you continued, no sound came from the hinges which would have given away his position. Instead, he stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with one arm keeping him in place while the other slid into his front pocket. Damn, you looked good like this, he was always a watcher, but never to this degree. 
“Well, damn, if I woulda known you were havin’ fun without me, I woulda came home sooner,” he said suddenly, his voice still low and deep. 
Your eyes snapped open as you removed your fingers from yourself, the sudden shock of the fear of being caught electrified your nerves. But after the initial shock, you stared up at him and smiled with a hint of embarrassment. 
“R-Rusty! You're home!” You wanted to run to him to greet him, but your soaked hand kept you from doing so. “You're back early.”
He stepped up toward the bed, his head cocked to the side as his hands managed to find his belt as he began to undo it. “Well, I wanted to surprise you, but it seems you surprised me first. What'chu doin’?” 
Your face was most definitely red as you closed your legs, poorly hiding the fact that You were just touching yourself. “Uh, I was just… I was thinking of you all day, I was missing you… and I got caught up…” You confessed with a blush in your cheeks. 
“Missin’ me that much means a lot to little ol’ me, sugar.” He stepped up to the edge of the bed and without missing a beat, he grabbed your legs and pulled you toward him, which caused you to yelp out a little in surprise, but you were now face to face with him. He smiled down at you beneath the brim of his aging trucker hat, his eyes bore deep into yours. “Havin’ all the fun without me, ain't you?”
“I wasn't having that much fun, I was wishing you were here with me,” you explained, staring up at the large man. “But… you're here now, and well, I haven't finished…”
“Oh, so you want me to help you with that, huh?” He asked with a smirk, his large hands still resting on your ankles. “And so what if I do help you?” He asked playfully. “What do I get out of this if you finish?”
You knew he wanted you just as bad as you needed him, and he wanted you to work for it now that he caught you in the act. 
“Couldn't keep those pretty little fingers away, just had to get impatient, huh?” He chuckled as he lowered his body onto you, massive in size compared to you. 
You bit your lip as you reached up for his neck, wanting to play with the hair that peeked out from beneath the hat. He stopped just above you, hovering enough that if you were to lean up, he would be just out of reach. “Rusty, kiss me, please?”
He just chuckled in response, that smile you fell for immediately peeking from beneath the hat. “Oh I don't think so, you gotta earn that, sweetheart.”
You were about to whine in protest, just wanting to dote on the man now that he was back, but you barely had time to recover when he lowered his mouth to your inner thigh, kissing it and biting at your sensitive flesh that was oh-so close to your heat. The gasp that escaped was loud and sharp, but you soon turned into a whining mess the more he teased you. 
“Rustyyyyy~” You whined as you tugged at his hair, causing the hat to shift and fall off to the side of the bed. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it.”
“You mean you didn't mean to get caught, is that it?” 
Your face was flushed at the realization that he was right, you meant to pleasure yourself but wanted to get it out of the way so you could hold off a while longer for him to get home. 
“Been so greedy ever since you were fucked,” he huffed and lowered his mouth back onto your thigh. “Give you a taste and now you're fuckin’ cock hungry.”
His lips kissed your slick folds over and over, just missing the mark of paying attention to your throbbing clit, and you swallowed a pathetic whimper that died in your throat as soon as he plunged two of his fingers into you. You hissed at the feeling of those calloused digits, curling into you and causing your walls to flutter around him. Your back arched as you rolled your hips into his hand, feeling that sweet friction that hit you in just the right way, you wanted to cry with how much you've missed him. 
“Oh my god, Rusty, please, keep going…” you sighed, your lead lolled off to the side as you removed the towel from your top half, and then you began to massage your breast as he kissed and touched you.
“You better not cum till I tell you to,” he warned in that deep honeyed voice. “Else you ain't gettin’ what you want.”
“I-I don't know if I can hold back–”
“Then you better learn real quick, sweetheart, you ain't gonna like the punishment you get if you don't.” 
You loved when he urged you, spoke to you like he did, the gravelly voice he got with you was so sexy that you could have fun just listening to him talk. You shifted and couldn't help but continue to fuck yourself on his hand, whimpering as you were stretched so good with just his fingers. Rusty then slid his tongue around, coating it in your wetness as he continued to finger you, gently playing with your clit. He sucked at it, watching as you went from a whiney mess to a blubbering mess. You twitched and your body jolted, feeling that intense pleasure on your clit, getting the friction you so desperately craved. 
“Oh, fuck, Rusty! Please!” you begged, your knees shaking as he held one of your legs up behind your knee. 
You urged him to continue, so he obliged and removed his fingers, to which you cried at the loss of feeling him inside of you. But now those had been replaced with that broad tongue, lapping away at your essence, wanting to taste the sweetheart he so desired in his absence. You could feel his facial hair scratch and tickle at your thighs, the overwhelming feeling of his stubble, his tongue, and his large hand gripping at your leg so hard was a lot to handle while your orgasm was building. 
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck–” You were at a loss for words with how well you were being treated, you'd loved how he got you so sinfully wet.
Rusty smiled as he brought his lips up to your aching nub and began to swirl his tongue around it before he began to suck at it. You cried out and thrust your hips upward, pushing yourself further against his mouth as if you could get him any closer to you, all while your hands were clutching at the comforter beneath you. 
You were so close to feeling a sweet release until his mouth harshly pulled away from you, leaving you feeling empty and aching. “Rusty, no! W-Why would you do that?”
“Told you you couldn't cum without my say so, and as much as I wanna taste you, I want you to cum while I'm inside you,” he explained, followed by a dark chuckle. 
It didn't take him long to crawl back toward you, one hand guiding himself to push against your folds, his head pushing against your clit. You squirmed and rocked against him, trying to feel him slide against your lips, just wanting anything more than the emptiness you felt right now. 
Your eyes closed, your brow furrowed, and you moaned every time he pushed against you just enough to feel just a little relief only to pull away again, and it was driving you insane. Your eyes fluttered open and you stared up at him with a look of pure frustration. 
“Rusty, pleaseeeee,” you begged him again, but you regretted doing so as soon as he pulled away from you. “Wait, what are–” 
He pushed himself up, then with a quick turn and an arm slung around your waist, you flew up against him, landing against his chest as he quickly positioned himself so you were straddling his lap as he sunk into the mattress. 
“Told you, sweetheart, you're gonna work for it.”
Your lips suddenly felt dry as you could feel his hard cock twitch beneath you. He was giving you the chance to ride him, how could you refuse him this? Your hands hold onto his shoulders to gain some leverage as you move yourself a little higher, allowing yourself to line up perfectly with him. Slowly you sunk onto him, the girth of his cock stretched you so well, it made you let out such a low sigh as your entire body shivered with the feeling of how much you needed this. 
“Oh my god, Rusty,” you groan out, your hands still placed on his shoulders. “Fuck, missed you so much while you were gone.”
“Yeah?” He asked with a wicked smirk, his hands gripped your waist as he pushed himself deeper inside of you until he bottomed out, and then those calloused fingers slid down to your thighs. 
Your hands immediately reached up and snaked through his hair, grabbing and pulling at it as his hands held you by your ass, allowing you to bounce on his cock at your own speed, but he could easily change that in an instant if he decided to. You leaned forward, wanting to kiss him, but he leaned back a little and smiled, chuckling at the disapproval plastered across your face. 
“Told you sugar, you gotta earn that. Need you to cum on me first, now start movin’,” he huffed as he leaned back against the pillow, watching you with interest as you began to bounce on him. 
He helped a little, lifting you every so often to get you to fall harder into his lap, your skin slapping in a beautiful rhythm as you cried out his name over and over again, but your voice hitched when he slipped his hand between the both of you to rub his thumb against your clit. Your fingers clasped the back of his head and neck, your nails grazing his skin while he continued to gauge your reaction. 
“Oh fuck, Rusty-” you gasp.
His thumb rubbed in increasingly tighter albeit sloppy circles, and that only caused the pleasant tingle between your legs to grow with a deeper intensity. Rusty then pressed the pad of his thumb harshly against your throbbing nub while he thrusted his hips upward at the same time, watching you as you were coming undone as he watched you intensely. 
“Yeah, you’re doin’ a good job there, wonder if I should let you cum now…” He chuckled as he saw your eyes roll back once he jerked his hips upward, hitting that spot in such a delicious manner.
“Please, oh my god, PLEASE-”
“Please what, sweetheart?” 
You shivered and bit your lip, wanting to stifle your moan so you could form a singular sentence. “Please, I wanna cum so bad. Please, let me cum…”
Rusty’s grip tightened as his smile widened. “Atta girl, love hearin’ you beg for it.” His hand pulled away from your possibly bruised hip as he reached up, his massive palm now wrapped around your throat as he pounded into you harder, faster, all while still stimulating your clit. 
You cried out, your whines and moans drowned out by the blasphemous sounds that came from your slick-soaked pussy. He relished in the sounds you made, you knew he wanted you to be as vocal as you possibly could, even in public when he would make sure you knew who you belonged to. His hands released your throat and moved away from your clit, then slid around to rest on your ass, gripping your cheeks hard as he began to fuck himself into you. He’d give you the release you so desperately craved, and the release he needed to lose himself in being away from you for all that time. 
“Rusty, I won’t be able to hold it...” you warned through gritted teeth, your hands resting firmly on his chest as you clawed your nails against his skin. 
“Guess I could let you cum on me, then,” Rusty offered through his heaving breath, still smiling up at you. 
Several more hard thrusts against your aching cunt and you were going to be ruined in his lap, you cried out while he continued to plow into you, making you take every inch you could of him as your body tensed and finally released that pleasure. You couldn’t even take the time to ride out your orgasm, Rusty was relentless and continued to take you at his unyielding pace, wanting to be able to cum deep inside of you. His thighs tensed with each roll of his hips, his body straining beneath you as your walls clenched around him.
Rusty wrapped his arms around your waist and buried himself to the hilt inside of you, coming hard as spurts of his hot seed coated your insides, his deep honeyed voice released a guttural growl as he gripped you hard. It throbbed as he held you in place, but you were too tired to move much anyway, so you allowed him to use you as he deemed fit as you lay limp in his arms.
You were both straining to catch your breath as you both lay there, your body now collapsed on top of him while his arms released the firm grip on your waist and just draped over you gently. Your head was resting on his shoulder as you attempted to catch your breath, and Rusty just lay there with his hand stroking your hair softly, rewarding you for your good behavior with the softness only you really got to see. He wouldn’t force you off after, he enjoyed the affection you showered him with during moments like these, so he allowed you to remain splayed on top of him. 
“That was amazing…” You sighed happily, your eyes closed as you listened to his heart beating. You couldn’t find the heart to pull away from him, even if he’d been gone for a while, you just wanted to enjoy it with him, no matter how brief. 
His arms wrapped around you as if to give you a hug that he hadn’t thought of giving you till that very moment, so you moved your head lazily to look up at him, your chin resting against his chest. “You still haven’t given me that kiss yet,” you huffed and pushed out your bottom lip. 
Rusty just let out a low chuckle as he always did, but he pushed himself up and slid his hand around your neck, tangling in the sweat-soaked hairs as he pulled you into a heated kiss. When you pulled away, you smiled up at him and felt content with everything in the world now. 
“Missed you, too, sugar. Next time you’re feelin’ lonely like that, I suggest you call me up.”
“And how will that help me exactly?” 
Rusty just laughed again and slid his hand down to your ass, giving it a firm slap. “Oh, I’ll think of a way.”
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I was worried last weekend, because I thought the dog might stress Belphie out. turns out.......I had it the wrong way around.
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psychotic-star-girl · 1 year ago
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Me when I see a mentally ill man that should have been locked up:
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Guys I watched saw1 and the Scott Tibbs documentary. :(( /pos
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whimsyvixen · 2 years ago
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*Giggles evilly while rubbing hands together*
Drunk on You
Joy Ride 2 Fic
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Rusty Nail x Female Reader
Synopsis/Excerpt: "You taste so good, baby." Rusty nearly growled out his words, a carnal look in his face as he licked away your juices from his lips. He grabbed his shaft, pumping it slowly. "I think you're ready for me."
WARNINGS/TAGS: NSFW, dark smut, explicit content, heavy dubcon, extremely dubious consent, rough pussy eating, Daddy kink, vaginal sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, overstimulation.
⚠️ READ THE TAGS: Please be aware this work contains content that the reader may feel uncomfortable with or otherwise triggered by. DO NOT READ if bothered by tags. NO MINORS. ⚠️
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There was a knock at the door.
Clutching the front of your shower robe, you bit your lip nervously, unsure of yourself and the events about to unfold. Maybe it wasn’t too late to call this whole thing off. Maybe you could speak to him and convince him that this was a mistake. Perhaps he’d understand that you were not ready, that you were merely putting up a front. How you’ve never really–
Another knock, much louder, caused you to jump. 
Standing up from the bed, you walked timidly towards the entrance, wrapping your arms around yourself in comfort. Hands shaking, you took a deep breath before removing the lock and slowly opening the door.
Your whole body quivered when his broad frame came into view, his presence nearly shadowing yours as you stood there like a petrified rabbit. Words got caught in your throat, whatever excuse you were going to use to get yourself out of this mess lost to you. 
His gaze ran lecherously down your body, his right hand rising to his lips to remove the cigarette between them. Blowing a puff of smoke, he shot you a grin before throwing his cigarette to the ground and crushing it with his boot. 
A gasp left you when he drew you suddenly into his arms, inviting himself into your room and shutting the door behind him to ensure no one interrupted your tryst for the night.
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His broad tongue lapped away at the excess wetness coating your vulva, each lick causing you to shiver and mewl from the decadent pleasure. Rusty ate you like a man possessed, humming his contentment, determined to coax you into another orgasm with every swipe of his tongue. 
Drunk on your taste, Rusty held you wide open for him, moving his tongue avidly to capture every stream of your essence. His strong hands squeezed the fat of your thighs in a bruising grip, not allowing you to close your legs shut. He ignored your weak pleas to stop, savoring the taste of your sweet pussy. He didn't want a single drop of your honey to escape his hungry mouth. 
Wanting to be marked with your essence, Rusty shook his face between your legs, smearing your scent and juices all over his jaw. The scruff on his chin and cheeks brushed against your sensitive skin, the prickly sensation causing you to cry out and shove against him when it brushed your tender clit. 
Not budging in the slightest, he batted your hands away, shifting his mouth upwards to encompass your little bundle of nerves. 
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"No m-more! It's too-!" You let out a strangled moan, not expecting him to close his mouth around your nub before sucking violently. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, the tugging on your clit leaving you shuddering in distress from the overstimulation it brought you. 
It hurt so much. 
Yet...why was your pussy producing more fluid with every swirl of his tongue?
With a final kiss to your engorged clit, he pulled away from you, rising to his knees to undo the zipper of his jeans in front of you. Unable to look away, you stared transfixed as he lowered the fabric down his muscled thighs, heart beating in your chest when his throbbing manhood finally came into view.
"You taste so good, baby." Rusty nearly growled out his words, a carnal look in his face as he licked away your juices from his lips. He grabbed his shaft, pumping it slowly. "I think you're ready for me."
Rusty's breath tickled your tight buds, your only warning before he latched on to your right nipple. There was nothing gentle about it– Rusty gnawing the tit with his teeth, pulling it as far back as he could before releasing it to let it bob back into place. You couldn’t contain your voice, gasping and moaning when he engulfed as much of your breast into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked harshly on your nipple.
Tugging on the dark strands of his hair, you couldn't get him to pull away from your bosom. If anything, the slight sting only made him suck much harder on your poor bud and pinch the other one in a punishing manner. 
He pressed his hips insistently against yours, grinding on your bare cunt in an imitation of what was to come later. You felt him hot and hard rubbing the crease of your labia, his cockhead bumping your clit with every drag of his hips. It made you more receptive to his rough touches, your pussy releasing more slick to coat the underside of his dick, clenching around nothing, begging for something to fill it.
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Rusty waited until he felt your hands relax around him before pressing the tip of his cock in your entrance. It resisted his girth at first, but when he applied more of his weight down, his cock breached the snug walls of your cunt. His limbs were trembling from exertion, trying to hold himself back from simply shoving his entire dick inside your virginal pussy. His eyes were closed, a low groan leaving him at how tightly your walls gripped him, the delicious heat of your pussy coaxing him to spill inside you. It was driving him mad.
He held your face between his hands, allowing you to see how badly you affected him, his body shaking from the effort of containing himself. Dragging his gaze down, he cursed when only half of his cock nestled inside you. 
“Alright, baby, this is only going to hurt for a little bit,” he admitted, not wanting to lie to you. “I need you to be brave for me, ok?” He palmed your breast, fondling the globe softly as he adjusted your legs to wrap around him. He could see the indecision creeping on your face, your watery eyes widening in alarm when you saw how much more of him you had yet to take. When your lips opened to voice out a protest, he lunged, devouring your mouth as he snapped his hips forward to slam all the way inside.
Your muffled scream rang in the room, the pitiful sound breaking his heart as he held you down.
"I know it hurts, baby but you're doing so well for daddy," he crooned in your ear, shushing your pained sobs. "You're such a good girl for me."
He simply held you for a few moments, caressing your trembling body and wiping away your tears as he waited for you to adjust to him. He kissed your lips tenderly, hoping to distract you from the painful stretch of his turgid cock inside your vaginal walls. 
Before long, your painful wails dimmed down to low whimpers, your channel no longer burning from the stretch of accommodating him inside your small pussy. 
Rusty’s hips rocked carefully against yours, testing your readiness for more. God, he hoped you were ready. He didn’t think he could take anymore of your slick heat teasing him with every drag of his hips. Your walls repeatedly fluttering around every inch of him caused his balls to tighten up. You felt like a damn perfect dream. 
Luckily for him, the friction caused you to arch your back and relax around him. Soft moans left you at his continuous movements, your eyes staring at him in wonder and making him smile.
“You good, sweetheart?” He asked. “Can daddy go a little faster, now?”
You bit your lip, your silence displeasing him as he narrowed his eyes at you. He tightened his hands around your hips, pulling you back to drive himself deeper inside you. It forced a lewd moan from you, your nails digging into his muscled arms at the sharp pleasure. 
“Well?” he questioned rather threateningly.
Seeing the slow nod of your head was all he needed, his hands trailing down your ass to grab the pliant flesh in a tight grip. He worked you against him, thrusting languidly on the juncture between your thighs hard enough to have you crying out with every thrust. 
“You’re mine. Gonna fill you up with my cum and claim this dirty pussy of yours.” At the sudden tightening of your channel, he knew it was exactly what you wanted. 
He responded to your need with a low rumble, pumping his hips even harder and faster. Your gasping moans were like music to his ears, the high pitched sounds pleasing him to no end. He felt when you reached your peak— your thighs clamping hard against his as your pussy constricted like a vice. You cried out and hung on to him, trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Rusty growled out a profanity, stopping momentarily as his eyes nearly rolled back to his head at the feel of your release.
Minutes passed, and Rusty could feel the string of his patience wearing thin. Glancing down at you was the final straw. 
You practically glowed with the aftermath of your climax. 
There was no need to hold back anymore.  
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You felt him turn you around swiftly, startling you with the sudden motion.
“What are you–?!” You blanched when you felt Rusty lift your hips. “No! Hey, I can’t-ah!!” 
"Don't give up on me now, sweetheart." He slammed his hips against your ass, sheathing himself in one stroke inside your gaping pussy. The abrupt movement forced a squeal from you, eyes widening when you felt him brush your cervix. "We're not even close to being done!"
There was little you could do to stop him. Your body shook with every one of his jackhammered thrusts inside your sore pussy. Your pleas meant nothing as he took what he wanted from you. Mind gone blank with pleasure, you could only gasp at the rough pace he set as you exploded around him once more. 
Even then, he didn’t give you any reprieve. 
“You remember what I told you earlier, don’t you?” He breathed hotly in your ear, choking you with one hand as he teased your swollen clit with the other. He drove harder against you, his gasps becoming growls as he neared his climax.
“I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk.”
Just like he promised he'd do over the CB radio.
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(Hope you enjoyed this! Link to see the full NSFW art here 👉 🔞(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)🔞)
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jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby · 1 year ago
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Ok but like Rusty nail x milf reader 😍 if you can and you are comfortable with if you aren't please ignore ❤️ HAVEANICEDAYYYYY🫂
Of course darling! I hope it is to your liking!
Rusty nail x milf!reader
Warnings: metions of murder, breeding kink, cream pie, dry humping, oral
If there’s anything I missed lemme know.
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Sfw
He definitely loves your kid..HE'S THE DAD THAT STEPPED UP. He shows your son/daughter his truck. Their inside the truck and rusty is showing them around it letting them mess with the horn. He picks them up for school when he’s not on the road.
He loves caring for your kid. He'll fight another kid if they’re bullying your son/daughter. Like he will definitely fight someone’s dad if he has to. He takes the father role very seriously. They are his own now, he doesn’t care if they aren’t his blood. They are his, no ifs ands or buts.
“If I find out your kid is hurting my son/daughter again it’ll be your ass that’ll have to deal with me”
When he is on the road he loves calling and FaceTiming. It makes him happy to see your son/daughter get so excited to hear or see him. Your kid definitely steals the phone just to talk to him. You have to fight them just to get the phone back.
“Give the phone back to momma now okay?”
I believe he has come home covered in blood once..that was difficult to explain to your son/daughter. His excuse is that he bump into paint. Yeahhhh you didn’t believe but at least your kid did.
You eventful find out that he murders people, but it doesn’t change how much you love him…at first you were concerned ya know considering he could get hurt. You will patch up any wound or scrap he has. It never ceases to amaze him. The way you care about him like no one ever has.
He basks in it, he act more hurt than he actually is. Just so he gets pampered.
He loves his lil family!
NSFW…
Alright here’s where things get a lil messy. He 100% has a breeding kink. You’ll be laying in bed. He just got out of a shower and your kid is tucked into bed. He’s immediately on you. You will not be getting out of bed tonight. He’ll be putting you in every position you will be knocked up by the end of the week.
“That’s it sugar…let daddy fill you up”
He loves seeing you filled with him. He really wants to see you pregnant. Covers your mouth so that you don’t wake up your son/daughter.
“Now keep that pretty mouth closed don’t want you waking up the little one”
Now if you do end up pregnant he will not leave you alone. Basically wants you to not lift a finger. He loves seeing your body grow…(loves your breasts). While your son/daughter is at school, he has you ride him on the couch. His eyes hardly leave your growing stomach. He is gentler when you're pregnant, he’s scared you’ll break.
Lots of dry humping, he's busy so are you . So that just means he’s gotta be quick..doesn’t mean you’re forgotten though he lives for making you come. He loves your pretty noises and how you look when you come.
“That’s it baby…let it out”
Your son/daughter has definitely accidentally walked in on you. That led to you having to tell your son/daughter that you two were just “hugging”.
“Yeah that’s what parents do…uh they hug”
Rusty is very possessive if he sees any of the other dads eyeing you or trying to flirt they may or may not end up dead. He doesn’t care if they have a family…that just means they deserve death more.
He leaves marks on you..EVERYWHERE. There is not a single place that hasn’t been marked by him. You’ll be getting weird looks from the other moms meanwhile rusty is just standing beside you smug…the little shit.
“Their just jealous cause there husbands would rather watch fucking football than fuck them”
He got slapped to the back of the head for saying that. He's just being honest! Some of the other moms have ogled rusty and it pisses you off. That’s when you show off his beautiful marks.
“Aw sugar was someone jealous. Don’t worry baby my Heart is yours”
He is a munch. When you two get alone time you will be a mess. Tears streaming down your cheek you hair a askew. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come. You’re body is shaking and you try to pull him off you and he just growls and slaps your thigh.
“Come on momma one more time”
Yeah he lied it wasn’t the last time. He loves how you taste.
He wears a hat that say I <3 milfs
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