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)
૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა ‘’ STUPID NYMPHO BITCH! ‘’ – SLASHERS X NEEDY/BRAT READER! – SMUT – HEADCANONS – REQUEST
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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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NSFW UNDER THE CUT.
‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚ 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. ♡
