#rusty nail the trucker

[littlenightma]

Warm Hands | Rusty Nail x Female!Reader | Part 1

Author’s Note: This man has me giggling and kicking my feet. Thank you @peyton-peyton for the recommendation because I am obsessed. By the way, I know my requests are closed (I have quite the backlog) but if anyone wants to send me any headcanon requests regarding Rusty, feel free to. I can’t get enough of this man 💕

Warning Tags: Older man/younger woman, size difference, possessive behavior, dubious consent, smitten at first sight, Rusty is doting on reader, and a lot of smut (in part 2).

Winter had finally settled in your small town. A fine layer of frosty snow blanketed the ground, keeping most off the roads and inside their homes, tucked safe and sound in their beds.

The convenience store parking lot was vacant besides a few stray cars, most likely belonging to the store workers, and a black Peterbilt truck. With the exception of a light post flickering noisily above you, the world was quiet.

The door ringed when you entered, announcing to the cashier, who was currently reading a magazine, that a customer was here. You politely nodded as you quickly pass, skimming past a man idling by the lighter display.

Knowing the store by heart, you had gathered what you wanted in less than a minute. You took your place behind the man where you realized just how tall he was because you barely came up past the middle of his back.

Geez, dude, what the hell did your mother feed you when you were a kid?

Must have been the owner of the Peterbilt. His attire screamed trucker with his thick, brown coat, worn jeans, and work boots. Curling just beneath his dirty baseball cap was dark, graying hair.

“Pack of Malborros too.”

The deep baritone caused a chill to go down your spine. You hummed it out, shaking your head to keep your thoughts from straying. He pulled out a black wallet attached to a long, silver chain that hung from his hips. Grabbing his lighter and smokes, he gruffly thanked the worker and headed for the door.

Beneath the glow of the store’s fluorescent lights his ruggedly handsome features weren’t able to hide the strong jaw covered in stubble, plush lips set in a grim frown, or baby blue eyes that reflected just how tired he was.

He walked by you to the front door and you sucked in a breath when his hand lightly brushed yours, sending an electric shock to your heart that felt like it had stopped beating. So subtle, the contact, yet it left your mind reeling. Both you and the cashier watched him walk to his truck. While she couldn’t tear her eyes off his ass, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his hand.

She made a noise. “He sure was a tall drink of water.”

You blinked. “Oh, yeah, I guess.”

She inclined her head. “You know he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.”

Even though you rolled your eyes, your heart skipped a beat. “Stop it.”

She scanned your drink, eyes bulging. “I’m serious!”

“I was only up here for two seconds.”

“Baby, he had his eyes locked on you the moment you stepped through the door. You’ll be lucky to make it out of the parking lot without him nippin’ at your heels.”

He’ll be long gone.

You glanced out the display window. His truck was still there.

Or not.

She finished scanning the rest of your things. “Fine, don’t believe me. But I’ve been around the block a few times. I know when a man wants a woman.” She slipped the receipt into the bag and slid it across the counter.

“Prepare to be disappointed.”

She smirked and winked. “Have a nice night, sweetheart.”

The wintry air nipped at your nose. You shivered and stuffed your hands in the pockets of your jacket. The truck camouflaged perfectly against the black night. The light post that still flickered illuminated just enough where you could see inside. The trucker sat hunched over in the driver’s seat with a lit cigarette dangling loosely out his mouth.

You had to pass the truck to get to your car. Sucking in a long breath to calm your nerves, you slowly walked to your car. As you came closer, the driver’s side window slowly winded down.

His deep voice pierced the silence like a freshly sharpened knife, “It isn’t safe for a young woman to be out here by herself.”

Your heart thumped loudly in your ears. “Why do you think I’m alone?”

“I’d hate to think any man would allow their lady to walk themselves to their car in the middle of the night.” He took the cigarette out of his mouth, cushioning it between two fingers. “I know I wouldn’t allow mine to.”

The way he elongated the word mine was not missed and neither did was the way he peered down at you from beneath his hat, watching your reaction. Your cheeks felt warmer than the rest of your body and you knew you must have been blushing from the attention he was giving you.

“Maybe I have a shitty boyfriend?”

“Would be quite the shame. Pretty thing like you deserves someone who will treat her right.”

It was a good thing you weren’t made of snow because you were melting beneath his scorching stare and flirtatious words.

Stop it. Tell him you have a boyfriend.

Your mouth betrayed your thoughts, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

He took a long drag, inhaling deeply, the corner of his lips curling. “Good, means I don’t have to teach the boy a lesson about respecting his woman.”

He tapped the end of the cigarette out the window. Ash fell onto the ground causing small, random holes to form, ruining the undisturbed beauty of the freshly fallen snow.

“I don’t often do this, but it would be nice to have some company for the night.”

And there it was. Part of you knew this is where the conversation was heading. Truckers stayed on the road for days, even weeks at a time, usually without anyone to talk to except for other haulers. It wasn’t unheard of for them to pick up a woman along the way, but you weren’t looking for a one night stand.

“I’m sorry but I need to get home before the storm gets worse. Have a nice night.”

The cigarette bounced between his pink lips, lips that looked so kissable that it was a crime that the next words that came out of them froze you worse than the chilly night. He blew out a puff of smoke before dousing out what was left of the tobacco end. He flicked it off somewhere in the distance and his gaze then settled back on you.

“That wasn’t exactly a suggestion, little one.”

“What?” You stepped back. “Look, whatever you’re looking for, you’re not going to find it with me. Like I said, I need to get home.”

He chuckled low. “You won’t make it far, believe me.”

You shook your head, not believing this was happening. “There are plenty of women who will happily make your night.”

He sighed heavily and hopped out of the truck. “Don’t make me have to ask again. I hate repeatin’ myself.”

The ice made it difficult to move quickly without skidding and he grabbed you before you could move out of his reach. Not hard, not roughly, just enough to keep a hold of you. He pulled you around and opened the cab’s passenger door, waiting for you to climb the steps.

“I ain’t going to hurt ya, darlin’. Get on up there.”

Even though his words were reassuring like the large hands resting on your shoulders, he had you caged between the truck cab and his body. He nudged you up the steps, following closely behind until you were settled in the passenger seat. The cab rattled and so did your nerves when he slammed the door shut. As he walked around the front, you pulled the door handle.

It was locked.

[small-sinclair]

Holiday Gifts

Hc of what slashers got you for Christmas and what they do.

Ft: the Sinclairs, Brahms Heelshire, Johnny Slaughter, Rusty Nail, Reggie Morgan, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz

Bo Sinclair:

Holiday Sex

He’s not one to get you much, but if you two been together for at least 6 months- 1 year, he’ll get you something nice.

He’ll help get the tree and hang lights, but you’re decorating the tree. He’ll move some of the ornaments.

Chocolates because why not.

A Promise Ring

Fried chicken, rice, and red potatoes for dinner.

Vincent Sinclair

An oil painting of you and him.

Making tree decorations from some dollar tree wood ornaments.

Cooked meal.

A dance.

He’ll clean the main area, dust it, sweep. He’ll have candles lit and the record player playing Christmas music.

Lester Sinclair

He’ll cook you good stew.

A jacket for when you come with him on drives.

A necklace made out of raccoon bones.

A holiday photo: Jonesy with reindeer antlers, Bo wearing his Christmas tree tie, Vincent wearing his Santa hat, Lester in his light blue suit with snowflakes on it, and you in a holiday sweater with a penguin on it.

Brahms Heelshire

He’ll probably would want to make cookies with you and put up the tree.

A colored picture of you and him.

He’ll play you a song on his violin.

Christmas Cuddles.

Holiday Sex

Johnny Slaughter

He really doesn’t like giving gifts, but he’ll make an exception for you.

A necklace made from human bones. If you’re not into that, he’ll go around to Nubbins’ collection of jewelry he gets off the victims and will take the best one for you.

He’ll take today to be a good human towards you and be a real gentleman.

Rusty Nail

The truck driver has the holidays off because he wants to be home to his little candy cane.

He’ll drive around in his pickup truck and go see the town lights and decorations.

He’ll give you one of his trucker hats.

Reggie Morgan

His little camper off the farm is decorated with Christmas kangaroos.

He got you a camera so you can take photos.

A puppy! You’ll get an Australian Shepherd!

Holiday Sex

Thomas Hewitt

He’ll make you ornaments made of bones and leather (non-human)

A little carved wooden tree.

You’ll get to see his face, too, so be nice to him. He’s not comfortable with his face. Give him little kisses over his scars. Call him handsome.

Billy Lenz

Classical Christmas movies, too. Pillow fort and some blankets.

He has a tree in the attic that you and him decorate.

He’ll get tied up in the tree lights, so give him a lil kiss.

Billy didn’t get you anything.

But he got his cat in a sweater! And it’s cute!

[ninakuli]

Hi Nina! I hope you’re doin’ well! Whenever you get time, can you write about Rusty Nail (preferably joyride 2) and Bo Sinclair meeting their future s/o who is just like them? Not like a copy and paste but they have similar likes/dislikes/personalities/etc. Maybe Rusty meets a reader is who also a trucker? Maybe Bo meets a reader who is also into cars or likes guns? Preferably reader be afab or gender neutral (whichever works best for you!). You can also put it in whatever format you think would be best or is easiest for you. Headcanons, short fic, etc I don’t mind either way. I know this is a lot but I think you can make it work and if not that’s perfectly fine and okay! Hope you have a great day love! 🥰🖤

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Bo Sinclair x reader

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I finally have request!!! Happy to tears😭 your request make my day more better🥺💜 and thank you hope you have a wonderful day too!

I plan to write a short fic but seem like I write to a real fic lmao, anyway hope you enjoy!!!

Special tag: @sh1n0o @12gaugefalls

Bo Sinclair:

The opportunity you can meet him first time is your car broken, of course you can fix it yourself but you don't have tool and replacement parts, so you give up and try to find a place have single or have people can ask for help.

You heard the truck sounds near, you look toward the sounds source, a truck parked beside you "Do ya need help?" A man show a kind big smile ask "Can you drive me to the nearby gas station or something like that?" "Sure, Bo run a gas station in Ambrose." "Bo? Ambrose?" "Yea, just at nearby, I can drive you over." "Okay, I really thanks a lot!" You hop on the truck and sit at the passenger seat.

"Name Y/N, thanks for the ride." "Lester and no problem." "Is this your truck right?" "Yea." "I like it a lot it's Chevrolet C Series right?" "Yea, it is!" Then whole roads you keep talking about cars with Lester.

You arrived the gas station, when you get in you found a man are dealing with a truck now "Oh! Is this Jeep Cherokee XJ 1998?" The man stop and looked up to you "Sorry, I just very love car, I need to find a guy name Bo, is that you?" "Yea, I'm Bo, wha' can I help ya?" "Oh I need a fan belt, 16 inch." "Well, 16 inch at my house..." "Oh it's okay so we go to take it?" "Wait me finish diz." "sure, you need help?" "Help? Huh I can do it myself." When he dealing with the car you both keep chatting, when you talk about like you two find out you all like cars and guns these kind of stuff, then what Bo think? He might be attract a little, and look you beautiful so he specifically add more points at you, and keep a interesting person at Ambrose not too bad right? Also it's not the first time he keep a girl beside him, he must can control all things like usual.

You at his house front door, he decided keep you at Ambrose a few days to see it's good or not "Oops 16 inch fan belt run ou' you wanna keep her' a few day?" "If you don't mind." "Of cours' I won't mind keep a interestin' beauty beside." So when you stay at here mean you have more chance to more chat and more understand each other, and you feel bad about keep staying here but don't do anything so you help do the house work sometime you will go to the gas station help Bo to fix car and Bo think you very interesting and you have so many points like him so he keep find some excuse to keep you, of course you not silly so you know these all just excuse but you can't say you didn't be attract by Bo right? Plus Lester, Vincent and Jonesy like you too, you're very helpful and kind, so gradually you and him didn't talk about the fan belt thing...

Rusty nail:

Today your plan can finished your work then tomorrow you can go home and have a real rest, you feel very boring so you use the CB like usual, want to find a guy to talk let the road not that boring "Have anybody here?" Then you heard a deep voice "Hey." "This is Y/N how to call you?" "Rusty nail." "Want to chat?" "Sure." Then you try to find a topic talk with him, you both talk many things.

"I really hate some people pranks too over then call it just a 'joke' what a asshole." "Same." "Like one time a guy say if I prepare thing to designated place then he will consider date with me, then he freaking take advantage of my affection even make fun of me, I feel so shame." "It's oka'...one time hav' a guy name Candy Cane... play trick with me..." "Seem like we all be tricked." "Yea." Both of you just keep chatting to the night, you need to rest at the motel "Hey Rusty I gonna rest at the motel so maybe see you tomorrow?" "Sure." "Okay bye." Then you parked into the motel and ask a room to rest.

Next day come you wake up early because you want to go home as fast as you can, when you open the CB you heard a familiar sounds "Y/N?...Y/N?...Is Y/N here?...Who knows where Y/N?" "Morning Rusty nail! I just prepared to go on road." You heard he chuckles "Morning." "Today I plan to go home, I'm not sure next time we can meet again or not." "Well... Then cherish now." "You're right." Another joy ride pass, another bid farewell come.

In Rusty side, he never talk with someone so long on the CB and he still want to chat with you, he find out he want to more understand you and want to spend more time with you, chatting with you make him not that boring and feel very comfortable, so he ask other people about your information, of course include your next ride date.

You check the things all prepare ready, you ride on the road then open the CB "Seem like today it's a good day, everybody good?" "Yea... Good." When you heard the voice you unconsciously smile "Oh Hi Rusty nail, good to meet you again!" "Me too Y/N." Then you start chatting again, you both keep this about few months, you both all more understand each other, then you can't deny the truth that you obsessed with Rusty and Rusty can't deny he have feeling to you too. You decide take out your brave to ask him have a lunch with you then he accept, when you go to the restaurant that you both decided he haven't come, when you start worry about you be trick again he's voice appears "Y/N?" You turn to the sounds source, a huge male in front of you "Rusty nail?" "Yea it's me." "You come! I thought I be trick again... Shall we go in?" "Sure, pretty lady first." He open the door then let you walk in first, when you walk in you thank him, then you have a lovely lunch times, you both more hang out to have meal then more closer, finally you confess your affection to him then you both together, such a perfect couple, both are trucker can work together and use CB chatting, and so many points so similar... But you never will know he's killing secret, and you didn't know he already have a 'joy ride' with the guy who tricked and make fun to you...

[zapreportsblog]

Can you do Rusty nail x reader where the reader was with Lewis and them when they prank rusty and rusty chase them and kip napped reader and the reader falls in love with rusty.

Hope you understand ?

❝sweet thang❞

✭ pairing : rusty nail x reader

✭ fandom : slashers, joyride

✭ summary : (Y/n) told the boys it wouldn’t be a good idea to prank that nice man on the radio but as the saying goes boy will be boys. Now look at what’s happened, she’s been kidnapped, one of them is already dead and she’s slowly falling in love with the very man who kidnapped her

✭ authors note : I surprisingly enjoy writing for rusty mail though he is a character I hadn’t expected to write for I like the challenge of having to write for him ya know?

✭ slashers masterlist

The road stretched out ahead, seemingly endless, under the vast expanse of the starlit sky. (Y/N) sat in the back of the old, beat-up van with her younger sister, Venna, as they continued their cross-country journey with their two travel companions, Lewis and Ronald. The four of them had embarked on this adventure with little more than a whim and a desire to see the world. They had quickly become a tight-knit group, navigating the highways and byways together.

One particularly quiet night, as they cruised down a desolate stretch of road somewhere in the heartland of America, boredom hung heavily in the air. Lewis, the mischievous one of the group, couldn't take it any longer. He leaned forward and switched on the intercom, a relic from a bygone era that came with the van.

"Hey, (Y/N), Venna, you up for a bit of fun?" he asked, a sly grin forming on his face.

(Y/N) exchanged a puzzled glance with her sister, Venna, who was seated beside her. "What kind of fun are you thinking, Lewis?" she inquired cautiously.

Ronald chimed in from the driver's seat, his curiosity piqued. "Well we can radio in some trucks guys and have a little fun with them? How about we have a little fun and prank them and mess with them over the intercom?"

Venna was immediately against the idea. She had always been the voice of reason in the group. "That's mean, guys. We shouldn't do that."

(Y/N) nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that doesn't sound nice. We should leave the trucker alone."

Lewis and Ronald exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Then, with mischievous grins, they turned back to the sisters.

"Come on, it'll be harmless fun," Lewis insisted. "We won't hurt him, just mess with him a bit."

Ronald added, "And besides, it's just a bit of excitement on this never-ending road."

Venna sighed, realizing that her protests weren't gaining much ground. She turned to (Y/N), her eyes pleading. "We should stand together on this, (Y/N). Let's not do this."

(Y/N) hesitated, torn between her loyalty to her sister and the allure of an adventure. Finally, she relented, albeit reluctantly. "Alright, but let's not be too mean. Just a little harmless prank."

Lewis and Ronald exchanged triumphant grins as they tuned into the CB radio. Ronald picked up the microphone, and his voice crackled through the intercom, "Breaker, breaker. This is Sweet Thang and Cherry, two lonely travelers in need of some company. Any good-hearted trucker out there want to keep us company tonight?"

The intercom remained silent for a moment, and Venna shot (Y/N) a disapproving look. Then, a deep, gravelly voice filled the van's speakers. "Well, Sweet Thang and Cherry, this here's Rusty Nail. I reckon I could use some company myself. Where y'all headed?"

(Y/N) and Venna exchanged nervous glances as they continued the charade. "We're just drifters, Rusty," (Y/N) replied with a feigned Southern drawl. "Headin' wherever the wind takes us."

Venna reluctantly chimed in, "You can call me Cherry, by the way."

As the night rolled on, they continued their playful banter with Rusty Nail, weaving tales of their supposed travels and misadventures. Little did they know that this innocent prank would lead to unexpected twists and turns on their journey down the open road.

The rhythmic hum of the car's engine served as a lullaby, coaxing (Y/N) and Venna into a drowsy state. They were nestled in the backseat, cocooned in blankets and half-asleep, their journey to the unknown stretching out ahead of them.

Up front, Ronald and Lewis exchanged mischievous glances. Lewis, the eternal optimist, was convinced that this long road trip would be their chance for an unforgettable adventure. Ronald, more practical and a little skeptical, had agreed to go along for the ride, quite literally.

As the miles blurred by, Ronald fiddled with the intercom system. An unexpected voice crackled through the speakers, gravelly and worn, like it had seen more miles than the truck it belonged to.

"Breaker, breaker, this is Rusty Nail, anyone out there in the great unknown?"

Ronald and Lewis exchanged glances again, but this time it was different. The name "Rusty Nail" had caught their attention, it was the truck driver from last night.

"Hey, girls," Ronald said, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "You think we should respond? Rusty Nail sounds like he's in need of some more company from Cherry and Sweet Thang.”

(Y/N) and Venna exchanged puzzled looks, still half-asleep, but curiosity piqued.

Venna, bored out her mind gives (y/n) a mischievous smile, nudged (Y/N). "What do you think? Should we play along? It could be fun."

In the beginning she was against it but having been on the road for a few hours she was starting to grow bored again plus what was the harm in it. They spoke with him once already and he seemed harmless.

(Y/N) yawned and stretched, then leaned toward the intercom. "Sure, why not? What's the harm?"

Ronald and Lewis exchanged victorious grins.

(Y/N) and Venna exchanged glances one more time, now fully awake and realizing they were about to play a part in this peculiar radio encounter. They'd have to think on their feet.

Venna picked up the intercom's microphone and adopted a sultry tone. "Hey there, Rusty Nail, this is Cherry, and I've got my friend Sweets here with me.” What's on your mind?"

In the front seat, Ronald and Lewis exchanged impressed glances. Their sleepy road trip had just taken a wild turn, and it was anyone's guess where Rusty Nail's stories might lead them.

(Y/N) continued to converse with Rusty Nail, maintaining her playful persona as Cherry. But as the minutes turned into hours, a strange feeling began to settle within her. It was a mix of guilt and unease, like she was playing a game that she didn't fully understand.

Feeling the discomfort gnawing at her, she finally decided it was time to bow out. She leaned into the microphone and spoke with a hint of sadness, "Sweet Thang over and out, Rusty Nail. It's been real nice talking to you. We'll catch you on the flip side."

Venna, catching on to her sister's change in demeanor, followed suit, her voice a little quieter, "Yeah, Cherry over and out too. We'll talk later, Rusty."

In the front seats, Ronald noticed the shift in mood and glanced at (Y/N) with concern. "Hey, what's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked.

(Y/N) sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. "I just... I feel bad for doing this. We don't even know this guy, and we're pretending to be someone we're not. It's like we're messing with his emotions."

Ronald smiled gently and patted her shoulder. "Don't worry, it's all in good fun. Rusty Nail's probably loving the company. And if we ever cross paths, we'll make it right."

Their conversation was interrupted as they pulled into a dimly lit gas station, the flickering neon lights casting an eerie glow. (Y/N) decided to stay in the car while the others went to refuel.

As the others left the car, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel the weight of her actions. She decided to radio Rusty Nail once more, her voice laced with sincerity, "Hey, Rusty, it's Sweet Thang again. I just wanted to apologize for cutting the conversation off so soon. It's not that I'm not enjoying talking to you; I'm just not all that social, you know?"

Rusty Nail's voice crackled back, understanding in his tone, "It's all good, Sweets. I can be that way too sometimes. No hard feelings. We'll chat whenever you're up for it. Keep the rubber side down out there."

(Y/N) managed a small smile, feeling a bit better about the situation. Maybe Rusty Nail wasn't as affected as she had feared. She settled back into the car, the road stretching out before her, ready for whatever adventures lay ahead.

(Y/N) had fallen into a deep sleep in her room at the motel, the exhaustion from the day's events finally catching up to her. Meanwhile, Venna, Lewis, and Ronald remained awake, the mischievous idea they had hatched continuing to brew.

With (Y/N) out of the picture, the three of them took turns calling into Rusty Nail's channel. Each time, they spun a new tale, making their fictitious adventures more outrageous with every exchange. Rusty Nail seemed to revel in the companionship, his gruff voice lightening up as he shared his own tall tales.

As the night wore on, Ronald whispered to Venna, "Why don't we invite Rusty Nail to our motel room for some fun? It's just a prank, and it'll give him a story to tell."

Venna hesitated, glancing at Lewis for guidance. After a moment, Lewis nodded in agreement. Venna picked up the intercom, her voice laced with faux excitement, "Hey, Rusty, we've got a wild idea. Why don't you swing by the Cherry Motel? Room 205. We'll have a blast!"

Rusty Nail, always up for an adventure, agreed with enthusiasm. "You got it, Cherry. I'll be there in a jiffy."

They parked in the motel parking lot, and Lewis, always the caring one, helped (Y/N) to the room, ensuring she was comfortable before retiring to his own.

Each of them had their own room, and they settled in for the night, their prank on Rusty Nail ready to unfold.

Later that night, as the motel's parking lot lay shrouded in darkness, the roar of a truck engine shattered the silence. It was Rusty Nail, rolling into the lot with anticipation.

The three friends watched from the shadows as Rusty Nail climbed out of his truck and approached Room 205, a smile on his face. He knocked on the door, not suspecting a thing.

When the door swung open, he was met with laughter and camera flashes. The room was filled with the blinding light of smartphones, capturing his surprised expression.

Ronald, caught up in the moment, couldn't resist taking it a step further. As Rusty Nail retreated to his truck in embarrassment, Ronald hastily scribbled a note on a piece of paper and taped it to Rusty's truck door. It read "Loser."

The boys quickly retreated back to their rooms, and Venna and Lewis joined (Y/N) in her room.

(Y/N) was half-awake when they entered. She mumbled, "What did you guys do?"

Ronald, with a nervous laugh, explained, "We pulled a prank on Rusty, that's all. It was just a bit of fun."

But (Y/N) couldn't shake a growing unease. "You shouldn't have done that. What if he takes it the wrong way?"

Venna and Lewis reassured her that it was harmless fun, but (Y/N)'s bad feeling lingered. The night was filled with an unsettling tension as they waited to see if their prank had unintended consequences.

The unsettling tension from the previous night's prank hung heavy in the air as (Y/N), Venna, Lewis, and Ronald hastily checked out of the Cherry Motel and booked it to another one several miles down the road. (Y/N) felt responsible for the prank that had gone awry, even though she had been half-asleep when it happened.

As they settled into their new accommodations, (Y/N) decided to take matters into her own hands. She picked up the intercom, her voice filled with sincerity, and radioed Rusty Nail, "Hey, Rusty, this isSweet Thang. I wanted to apologize for Cherry's actions and the boys. I had no idea they would do something like that."

A crackling pause filled the intercom, and then Rusty's voice returned, surprisingly calm, "It's okay, sweet thang. You didn't have any say in their prank, so I'll spare you."

"(Y/N)" hesitated, slightly confused by his choice of words. "Spare me? What do you mean?"

Rusty Nail chuckled, a hint of mischief in his voice. "I'm not a vengeful person, but I do enjoy a good game. So, how about this? We'll play a little game, you and me. The boys won't even know. I'll make sure they get what's coming to them."

(Y/N) felt a shiver of unease. She had no idea what Rusty had in mind, but she sensed it wouldn't be a simple matter. "What kind of game are we talking about, Rusty?"

Rusty Nail's voice held an eerie tone of amusement. "A game of wits, my dear. I'll give you a clue to start, and it'll lead you on a little scavenger hunt. The destination? Well, let's just say it's where the boys left their mark."

(Y/N) hesitated, her mind racing with uncertainty. She didn't want to involve herself further in this strange game, but she also didn't want to risk the boys facing any consequences for their ill-conceived prank.

After a moment of contemplation, she reluctantly agreed, "Alright, Rusty. I'll play your game. Just promise me it won't get out of hand."

Rusty Nail's laughter echoed through the intercom. "Don't you worry,sweetheart. It's all in good fun. You'll see. Now, let the game begin."

The atmosphere inside the motel room seemed to have turned icy as (Y/N) relayed the details of Rusty game. Her voice trembled with a bit of uneasement as she explained, "Rusty wants to play a game with us, and he's leaving clues too. The first clue was back at the Cherry Motel."

Venna, Lewis, and Ronald exchanged alarmed glances. They couldn't believe what they were hearing.

Dread hung in the air as they reluctantly decided to return to the Cherry Motel to follow the clue. The night had turned pitch-black, and the once-familiar surroundings now seemed menacing. As they approached the room where they had pulled the prank, a chill ran down their spines.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing a gruesome sight. A lifeless body lay sprawled on the floor, bathed in eerie moonlight. Shock and horror gripped them, and (Y/N) couldn't hold back a gasp.

Lewis, his voice barely above a whisper, radioed Rusty in disbelief, "What the hell have you done, Rusty? This isn't a game!"

Ronald's anger boiled over as he grabbed the intercom, his words sharp and accusing, "You sick fuck! What kind of game are you playing at?"

Rusty Nail's voice crackled back, his tone chillingly calm, "You like games, don't you, boy? Well, let's play."

With those ominous words, it became apparent that Rusty was no longer content with a simple prank. He had escalated things to a dangerous level, and now, they were all unwitting participants in a nightmarish game.

Fear clenched their hearts as they realized that Rusty was not going to let them off the hook easily. He had become the hunter, and they were his prey, trapped in a deadly game with no way out.

Lewis, Ronald, Venna, and (Y/N) had been on the road for hours, driving through a seemingly endless stretch of highway desperate to get away from earlier motel. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow across the landscape. The gas gauge in the car was dangerously close to empty, forcing them to make yet another stop for fuel.

As the car pulled into the gas station, (Y/N) let out a small sigh. She had grown tired of the constant fear gripping at her heart and longed for a moment of peace. "Hey, guys," she said, turning to the others. "I think I'll just stay in the car this time. I'll be fine."

Venna, always the protective one, looked concerned. "Are you sure? I know I said I had to use the bathroom but I can hold it if you want so you aren’t alone?”

“No it’s fine venna, plus I’m pretty sure you can get a UTI from that. I’ll be here, the boys wont be too far away from me and the bathrooms just over there so if I need you I can go there.”

“Are you sure?”

(Y/N) reassured her with a smile. "I'll be right here. Don't worry about me."

The boys, jumped out of the car and headed towards the gas station, promising to be quick. Ronald was the one to turne back and called out, "We won't be long. Stay safe, (Y/N)!"

With a nod, (Y/N) watched them disappear inside the store. She leaned back in her seat, gazing out the window at the passing cars. Moments turned into minutes, and soon she found herself growing restless.

Just as she was about to reach for her phone, a truck pulled into the station. The driver, a man wore a cap with his hair hidden underneath and a had an almost sinister grin imprinted on his lips and it seems he’s caught (Y/N)'s attention. He parked his truck next to her car, his eyes never leaving hers not that she could see it though she did feel a shiver run down her spine as she immediately regretted her decision to stay behind.

"Hey, sweets," the man said, stepping out of his truck and walking towards her. His voice was laced with a chilling menace. "You're all alone out here?"

(Y/N) tried to compose herself, but fear gripped her tightly. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breathing growing shallow. She managed to stammer, "Wh-who are you?"

The man licked his lips, his gaze predatory. "It’s mee Sweet Thang, Rusty. And don't worry, sweetheart, I promised I wouldn't hurt you."

As Rusty approached, (Y/N) felt her body freeze with fear. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but her voice seemed to have vanished. The world around her turned blurry, and the last thing she saw before everything went black was Rusty's twisted grin.

The days had blurred into months since that fateful night when (Y/N) was taken by Rusty. She had no idea what had become of Lewis, Ronald, or Venna, her friends and sister who had been there that night. All she could remember were the anguished screams echoing from the shed, leaving behind a chilling silence that hung over her like a dark cloud.

Rusty had made a sinister promise to her: he wouldn't harm her physically. However, he had found another way to keep her under his control. He had chained her at the ankles, ensuring that she couldn't venture far from his clutches. The rusty iron links weighed her down both physically and mentally, a constant reminder of her captivity.

In the beginning, she had fought relentlessly, clawing at her chains, shouting for help, and trying to escape every chance she got. But Rusty was cunning, always one step ahead, and her attempts were met with harsh consequences. He wasn't afraid to use violence, even if it meant only a bruise here or there. Each time she resisted, it seemed to amuse him even more.

As the weeks turned into months, something peculiar began to happen. (Y/N) found herself slipping into a bizarre routine. Rusty had taken on the role of a malevolent housewife, and she, unwittingly, became a part of it. She cooked his meals, cleaned his house, and even found herself tidying up his collection of gruesome trophies from previous victims.

The lines between captor and captive blurred as she obeyed his twisted demands. Her fear began to morph into compliance, and her survival instincts were dulled by the monotonous cycle of their strange coexistence. In her twisted reality, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of safety in following his commands.

The darkness of her predicament weighed heavily on her, obscuring the memories of her life before Rusty's twisted game. It was as if she had become trapped in a macabre dance, where the only partner was her tormentor. She didn't realize that she was no longer fighting him or trying to escape, but instead, she was slowly being molded into a reflection of his madness.

As the days turned into endless nights, (Y/N) began to lose not only her sense of self but also the hope that anyone would ever find her in this desolate place. Her only company was Rusty and the haunting echoes of those screams that had faded into the abyss.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Going to Spirit Halloween to load up on these trucker hats to give to Rusty Nail and Bo Sinclair.

[tinalbion]

“Try Me”

Rusty Nail x AFAB!fem Reader

One Shot

Rating: Explicit; Public grinding, slight public fingering, our boy threatening violence, they’re having a bit of a domestic, rough grabbing, jealousy

Length: 3.6k

A/N: As always, thanks to Doll for the lovely Rusty ideas, you’ve been a huge inspiration and I appreciate you~

It started out as a calm summer evening in town, you were happy and allowed yourself to not think of the responsibilities that came with the following week, you were just allowed to have fun. Tonight you'd decided to go and shoot some pool -or attempt to- at one of your favorite local spots in town, the air was perfect and the weather was wonderful. 

You just hadn't planned on Rusty insisting he came with, which didn't bother you whatsoever, he just wasn't exactly the most lively type in crowds. But you wanted him to accompany you if he insisted, it would be some nice quality time with him and you would both get out and have some fun.

You hopped in the black Peterbilt truck and smiled as he climbed inside and joined you, then he immediately lit up a cigarette and started up the engine. This was nice since it wasn't very often you got to hang out in the truck, so you couldn't help but explore a little bit as he drove. 

"Be careful back there, darlin', don't need you rollin' around and hurting yourself."

"I'll manage, baby," you called back as you sat in the little sleeper cab. You wondered just how many nights he slept here, how many trips he'd been on. "Well, are you excited for tonight? It's been ages since we've gone out together."

"Kinda how I like it, preferably just us, y'know." 

You sighed and made your way back into the passenger's seat. "I get it, but sometimes it's nice just to enjoy life a little. Besides, I'm glad you decided to tag along, you need some down time." You reached over and placed your hand on his thigh, giving it a little squeeze. 

He smirked and took a deep inhale of the cigarette. "Yeah I suppose you're right," he agreed. 

It was a lot for Rusty to handle considering he'd been very vague about some of his travels, all you knew was he met some not so nice people on the road and he had a hard time trusting anyone. So being out wasn't exactly his cup of tea, but you on the other hand loved to go out and do things, even if it was once in a while. You just liked to breathe the air and stretch your legs, it was much needed after a long week. 

Rusty turned into a side lot and parked his big rig off to the right, then he hopped out and walked over to your door to help you down. He took your hand and kissed it gently when you were standing on the ground. 

"Thanks baby," you smiled and kissed his cheek. "Now come on, let's go have a few drinks." 

"Anything for you, darlin’." He followed you close behind and pulled down his cap further as he neared the bright neon lights of the bar. 

When you stepped in, a few of the regulars that started to get to know you had waved, calling your name happily as you strolled right up to them. There were some couples that drank here, a few bikers you had gotten to know, and all of the bartenders were absolute sweethearts. You greeted them all and waved at the table of truckers as you passed. 

Some of them understood you were seeing someone when they initially asked, but there were always those special few who never really understood what 'no' meant. Rusty found a spot he occupied immediately while you went up to the bar and grabbed some drinks for you both, and of course, his protective eyes watched you intently from his seat. 

He could read the room easily, he was always looking out for himself when he was out, but he now had to look out for you. His eyes shifted when one of the bikers scooted out of their booth and walked up beside you at the bar, his attention kept on the both of you as he silently watched. 

The man leaned over toward you and scoffed a moment before he spoke. "Hey, Y/N, how ya been?" 

You turned to look at him and smiled warmly. "Oh hey, haven't seen you in a while, how've you been?" You got friendly and scooted a little closer to him and began to chat, not really paying attention to just how irritated Rusty had been getting. 

"Yeah it's been rough lately, my old lady didn't end up stayin' with me, she left. Haven't been up for being out much." He looked down at the bar counter and twirled around a napkin across the wood. "I dunno what to do, Y/N, it wasn't the best, still hurts." 

You sighed and leaned over the bar and hugged him, patting his back sweetly. "It'll be okay, I promise you that, you ever need to talk it out, I can listen, Eds, okay?"

He smiled and nodded as he grabbed the new beer he was given by the bartender, then he clicked the neck of his beer with your glass and he walked off again. More people filtered over by the bar and began to chat with you, more and more smiles and fits of laughter as you left Rusty sitting at the table by himself. When you finally walked over to him with several drinks in hand, Rusty continued to sit there and stare up at you, watching you with a nonplussed expression. 

"Hey babe, got you two right away so we wouldn't have to get up." 

Rusty met you with silence but it didn't really bother you, he was normally this way in public and just around a rowdy group of people, but the way he stared at you tipped you off a little. 

"You alright? I didn't grab the wrong beer, did I?" You weren't exactly the most receptive when he was upset, mostly because he gave off that sort of aura in general, but you knew something had been off since you came back. "Rusty?"

"Thank you, sugar, 'preciate it." He reached forward and grabbed a beer, barely looking up at you from beneath his hat as he put the bottle to his lips, his gaze focused on everything and anything but you. 

You gave him a forced smile and took the beer in your hand as you walked over to the pool table, hoping to go against the winner next round, and thankfully they knew you well enough, so they let you in for the next game. It was a couple, their mutual friend, and a tag along that had been playing against each other, so when the mutual friend, Rhett, had won, you had taken the challenge to go against him. He walked around with the pool cue in his hand and he smiled, looking over at you with a smirk on his face.

“Y’know, one day it’s gonna happen, we’re all gonna beat you,” he teased.

“That’ll be the day I drop dead, then,” you retorted as you cracked the ball and broke the formation. You got one of the striped balls into a pocket and you smiled triumphantly. “But sure, you keep thinkin’ that.”

Rhett huffed and watched as you shot again, then scoffed when you got another ball into a pocket. All you did was have a cocky smirk on your face until you had missed the third shot. 

“Can’t win ‘em all, huh?” Rhett smirked as he lined himself up on the table and shot in a solid ball, his face twisted with arrogance. The second shot, he missed. 

You shrugged your shoulders in response. “Guess not.”

Rusty was not having the best time as he watched your game intently from across the bar, his eyes on you whenever you would lean over the pool table and the guy would take a quick look at your ass. He didn't want to upset you but the urge was too strong to knock the guy out, so he stood up from the booth and grabbed yet another beer before he walked over toward your table. 

Rhett took one look at him and glared as he stepped around toward you, but he didn't move from his place at the pool table. "Hey, dude, she's busy," Rhett said sternly. 

You looked in the direction Rhett was facing and you saw Rusty, his expression not so kind when he looked down at you. 

"Oh, I'm sorry darlin', am I interrupting somethin' y'all got goin'?" His voice was lower, threatening, and you didn't know what would happen if you let this go on any longer. 

You smiled up at Rusty and stood to meet his gaze. "Not at all, baby, just hustling some cash out of this guy," she teased and looked over at Rhett, who seemed confused.

“Wait, you know this guy?”

You scoffed and bent back over the table and took the shot. “Yeah, I know him,” you replied coolly. 

Rusty didn’t appreciate the subtle brush-off and watched you carefully as you barely paid him any mind. You knew Rusty could get into these moods and you really didn’t have the patience for it on your weekend out, so you decided to try not to feed into it today, so you continued to play your game of pool.

Rhett sighed irritably and looked back at the tall trucker, his patience wearing thin as he was trying to step in between Rusty and you, but that was his third mistake of the evening and Rusty took a mental note of it. “Look, she said she’s-”

Rusty took a quick step forward as his large hand wrapped around the man’s throat, his grip squeezed firmly around his windpipe, constricting the airflow with each passing second. “I don’t recall askin’ your opinion, boy, so you best keep your words to yourself, huh?” 

You snapped up as you dropped the pool cue, your hands wrapped around Rusty’s arm to try and loosen his grip. “Rusty, stop it! He didn’t do anything!”

“I saw him, Y/N, checkin’ you out despite seein’ us walk in together, he needs to learn to keep those dirty little hands to himself. He needs to know even lookin’ at you won’t excuse him in my book.”

Rhett gasped and choked out as his fingers clawed at Rusty’s death grip, not even making a difference no matter how hard he struggled. He tried to call out to him, to apologize for his insolence and that he’d never do it again, but what would that mean for Rusty if he backed out now? He hadn’t before and it wouldn’t stop now, he was already two steps ahead on how he’d punish this man.

You then punched Rusty in the arm and glared at him. “Take me home. NOW.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond as you stomped off and grabbed your jacket, then you went to the bar and slammed the money on the counter. You began to make your way to the door when Rusty released the man’s throat, dropping him to the floor as he coughed wickedly, sucking in as much air as he could despite just how painful it was. 

“Y/N, get back here!” he called, but you were gone before he could trail behind you. He followed you to the big rig as you stood outside of the door. ‘Y/N, what the hell-”

“Don’t you dare ‘what the hell’ ME, Rusty Nail, you can’t just choke out anyone who does something you don’t like!” You stepped into the truck and sat down in the seat, waiting for him to get in and drive you both home. When he slid into his seat, you snapped your attention toward him and glared. “You can’t do that shit in front of me, I get that he ‘offended you’ or whatever, but just tell him to back the fuck off next time!”

Rusty turned the engine over and shot an irritable look at you. “I didn’t see you rushin’ to tell him yourself, sugar, so I had to step in to make sure he knew before you let it get too far.”

“Do you not trust me, Rusty?” The face you shot him showed a mixture of offense and hurt. The mere thought of him not trusting you when you’ve come this far with him was more of a shot to the heart than you anticipated, but you waited for him to come up with something to reply with as you bounced your leg anxiously.

Rusty stared out through the windshield as his hands gripped the steering wheel with a cigarette already propped in his mouth, he pulled out of the lot and continued to drive down the road. He had ruined your evening, but those fucks ruined his when all he wanted to do was focus on you, so here he was in an absolutely shit mood. 

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, sometimes you let ‘em go too far and I won’t tolerate that, Y/N. May as well invite him back to your place for a good time.” He didn’t even look at you as he spoke, which caused you to feel more bitter about the entire thing. 

There wasn’t a time when you flirted with anyone when you had been seeing Rusty, there was no way you’d do that to anyone ever, but hearing him say that your friendly outgoing nature made it seem like you wanted to flirt with anyone and everyone, it made you pause and think. You always wanted to show kindness, you weren’t warped by the harshness of seeing others as a disease or a burden no matter when people had done wrong to you, and you promised yourself you wouldn’t do that to yourself no matter what. 

As Rusty continued to drive down the streets back toward your place, you felt the overwhelming urge to just leave him there and cool off, so that’s exactly what you did. You unclipped your seatbelt and pushed the door open with a large kick, Rusty’s head snapped toward you and he tensed up while you took a deep breath. He slammed his foot down onto the brake, which gave you the opening to hop down onto the street before he could manage to stop you. 

“Fucking hell! Are you crazy, woman, what in gods name are y—Hey!! Where are you going! Get back in the truck!” He leaned over toward your seat and watched as you began to walk down the street.

“No!” you shouted back angrily. 

“Sugar, get back here now! I don’t like repeating mys— GODDAMN IT!” 

He revved his truck and inched forward but immediately stopped again when he saw you dip through one of the alleyways that would definitely not be able to allow his truck through, so he slowly drove forward to see if he could see you exit in the back, but there was nothing he could see from his spot. Rusty let out a loud groan of frustration and parked the truck on the street, then followed the path you took down the alley, his large frame towered over everything as he looked and listened for you, but he didn’t pick anything up until he heard echoing footsteps far to his left. He followed you and kept his eyes on the lookout for any shadows that were cast besides his own, and then another set of footsteps that seemed to fade away had caught his attention.

“Y/N, dammit come back here!” He was so pissed, he was annoyed, but he also felt that he was right in his own way. Sure, he could have said something different, done something different back in the bar, but what was the point now? “C’mon, sugar, please get back in the truck!”

More silence until he shifted back to the main street and took off toward another set of alleyways, where it took him almost twenty minutes just to catch sight of you. You dipped in and out of doorways and crevices to avoid him finding you, and you knew this was a risky thing to do, especially with his temperament, but you had been so fed up that you weren’t thinking straight. When you thought you were safe enough to just take a stolen minute from him, he already had you in his sights and he grabbed your arm a little more forcefully than he planned.

“What the hell was that little stunt there, huh? You could’a hurt yourself doin' something so stupid like that, you think me actin’ out like that is okay for you to do all that?”

“Why not? You have a flair for the dramatic, why can’t I show a little backbone every once in a while?” you spat, your frustration only growing.

"Just 'cause you're trying to get back at me, is that it, princess? You think-"

"Yeah I do think it's a dose of your own damn medicine that you deserve, Rusty! Those are my friends and they know damn well not to overstep boundaries, and yet here enough are actin' like I'm sleeping with the whole goddamned bar! I'd never do that!"

His grip tightened on your arm and he pulled you against him, his other arm wrapped around your back so you couldn't move. "Now who ever said it was you I didn't trust?" He asked with such a soft voice that it almost didn't register that it belonged to him. "I saw how their eyes looked over you, over your body thinkin' all those impure thoughts about my girl, the absolute disrespect." He raised the corner of his lip in frustration as he let out a low growl as his mind wandered. “You’re lucky I don’t go back to that bar and show ‘em a thing or two, Y/N.”

“Rusty, enough,” you barked at him as you tried to snatch your arm back, but he didn’t budge as you struggled, he only stared down at you with that damn smirk as you tried your best to be pissed at him. “Let me go, I’m going back to the truck.”

“And what if I said you can’t?”

“What, you’re gonna make me walk home?” you asked with a raised brow. 

He couldn’t help but let out a loud bark of laughter at that. “‘Course not, baby, it’s just I ain’t done with you just yet.”

You grew uneasy as you thought anyone could walk around the corner to see this man towering over you, looking very out of context with his hand gripping your arm as you struggled to break free from his grip. “Rusty, let’s just go back, okay?”

He chuckled and pushed you up against the wall, his hand easily lifted your arm above your head and pinned it there, slipping your other wrist beneath his hand as his free hand roamed around your chest. “Aww c’mon, you already wanna go home, on a lovely night like this?”

His hand squeezed your breast and you couldn’t help but let out a low moan, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands work their way under your clothes, but you bit your lip and shook away from his hand. “I’m not in the mood, Rusty, you can blame yourself for that,” you snapped back, all venom in your voice completely absent as you tried your best to sound menacing. You were feeling flushed as you looked up at him, and no matter how mad you were at him, it was hard to deny that he knew what buttons to push on you to get you weak in the knees. 

“Oh yeah? Guess I could do that, then,” he teased as he leaned down toward your neck, his mouth on it as he nipped playfully at your flesh. With every bite, your body tensed and you did your best to keep your sounds to yourself, which only made him try harder. 

His mouth stayed put as his hand now made its way to your thigh, then he yanked your legs open and held one out further as he snaked his hand in between your clothed heat. He relentlessly began to rub you through your jeans, the friction against your aching cunt made you dip your head further back, allowing him more room to work with. His hat lifted slightly from his head as he gave you a particularly large bite near the base of your throat. Your entire body jolted and you cried out his name as you tried your best to wriggle your hands free, but again, you couldn’t slip from his grasp no matter how hard you tried. 

“R-Rusty, baby, please-”

“Nuh uh, little girl,” he growled as he pulled away from the growing mark on your neck and licked his lips, “your punishment ain’t over just yet.”

Your legs didn’t even need to be held open any longer, you begged him to remove them and take you right there in the alleyway as you called out his name over and over. But that’s when he pulled away from you and let you go, letting your body crumble as you stumbled forward to catch yourself. You were a panting, sweating mess as you tried to compose yourself, so when you stood up straight and tried to look as managed as possible, you shifted and felt the excitement between your legs already soaking the inside of your jeans.

“You’re taking me home right now,” you said sternly, “but I’m still mad at you.” You adjusted your shirt and walked passed him on your way back to the big rig.

Rusty couldn’t help but laugh at your attempt. “Alright, sugar, let me make it up to you at home, huh?”

All you could do was let out a defeated sigh and shake your head, your obvious smile not well hidden as you turned back to look at him. “Then I guess you better get us home quickly. Otherwise I might have to punish you instead.”

“Heh, try me, sugar.”

[jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby]

Rusty Nail x Reader. She is the younger sister to Lewis and Fuller Thomas. And she is candy cane? Maybe Fuller makes her be the one to mess with Rusty since she is a female? After she hesitantly starts talking to him on the radio, instead of rusty wanting it to be a fling he kinda hoped he could actually get to know her. So he kinda gets sad when he gets set up but also mad at the brothers cause he doesn’t want to blame her for tricking him. Joel this makes well enough since.

Ask and you shall receive

Gruesome love

RUSTY/FEM!READER

Warnings: mentions of blood, death, Guns, slight gore, unwanted smelling, kidnapping,reader is scared y’all..fluff? I made this kinda dark..

Sighing softly, I leaned your head on the window of the car. The boys have been making me want to pull out my hair. They wouldn’t stop bickering. I don’t think I could take another second of them arguing. Thank god fullers distracted with the ham radio

Fuller has been fucking with it the entire ride. Asking stupid questions and acting like a fool. Suddenly he turns around to face me. Raising a brow, I know that look…ugh. “Sooo lil sis you wanna help your big bro prank some horny truckers?” Shaking your head. “No, I’d rather hang myself” I say before shooting him the finger. “Please..I’ll buy you your favourite snack for a whole year!” ”you can’t even keep yourself out of jail..” you deadpan. He slaps his hand on his chest, “oh you wound me” rolling your eyes at his childish antics. Glancing out the window I look at the dry land surrounding us.Turning your head to look back at him you see he’s giving you his best” puppy dog eyes”.

Slapping his head I know he won’t shut up til I do. “Alright alright..don’t blow a blood vessel” he cheers and shakes Lewis, he just slaps fuller off him. Handing me the radio I frown, maybe I shouldn’t do it. Sighing I speak into the radio.

“Hello..this is candy cane…?” Imumbled fuller looks at me waiting for me to speak some more, but you can’t think of anything. Suddenly you hear someone speak over the radio. “Candy cane..” gulping you. “Well, hi there who’s this” there’s a long pause. “You can call me rusty sweetheart” you look at the boys and fuller seems to be losing his mind. “We’ll rusty, I hope you're doing better than I am..this drive seems like it’s taking forever” “roger that candy cane” fuller smirks.

“Nice we got him” I frown…this feels mean. Bringing the radio back up to my mouth. “Well I do love travelling though..cause it lets me see the world” I hear a chuckle then he speaks “then you’d love to hear about all the places I’ve been” I smile slightly and fuller nudges me “i would love to hear all about it” he starts speaking but he gets cut of and then there’s static. Fuller slaps the radio and fiddles with the nobs while whining. Sighing lean back in my seat…he really was a sweetheart..and you would love to hear all about his stories.

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The car is parked outside a motel I watch as fuller walks in to get us a room. Watching him get shoved to the side I furrow my brows. Suddenly hearing the radio pick up again I hear. “Candy cane?” Lewis tells me to ignore it. Frowning fuller gets back into the car holding the room keys he passes me mine. He hears the radio and looks at me.

“Tell him your turning in for the night and your staying lone star motel room 17 if he wants to meet up”

I glare at him and shake my head. He pushes the radio into my hands and I hiss at him. I frown,before speaking. “Hey there, rusty,how have you been?” “Hey candy cane, I’m good, how bout you sweetheart” I can’t get over the shitty feeling..this is mean, so mean and I hate I’m a part of it. “I’m turning in for the night, if you wanna meet up I’ll be at the lone star…room 17” “well that would be a treat” fuller snickers “tell him to bring pink champagne” I sigh before speaking “and bring pink champagne..it’s my favourite” god this feels terrible..

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That was what led us here….sprinting through a corn field. I couldn’t find Lewis or Fuller anywhere. I glance down seeing my whole body covered in dirt. My hair sticks to my face due to sweat.

Frightened, I tried to make sense of the situation. My body was shaking so much, from the cold and adrenaline. Whispering, I tried to call for Lewis, but heard nothing. I walked through the field seeing the parked truck sitting in the middle of the field. I looked around and suddenly tripped, confused I looked down seeing..fuller laying in a puddle of blood. I gasped covering my mouth, tears forming in my eyes. My hands shook as I crouched and tried to shake him. This was my fault…I cried and stood up on shaky legs.

“Lewis…please answer” I whispered..I didn’t see him anywhere I lost him when we all split up. After walking a little further I spotted Lewis. I ran over to him and he hugged him. Crying into his chest I told him about fuller. He cussed and kicked the ground, before turning to me “were getting out of here ok just follow me”. Nodding I follow closely behind him.

He walked over to the truck, hopefully the keys were still in the ignition. Lewis went to step closer, but all I heard was the sound of a gun going off. I felt blood splatter all over me. I stood there frozen..lewis? I turn to look and see his body lying on the floor..his chest covered in blood… i feel a hand on my face, making me turn my head. I turn and see rusty..grinning

“Well there you are gorgeous…I’ve dealt with those mean boys..ya had me running around”

Looking down at me with a smirk he slides a thumb down my cheek. Before leaning down and smelling my hair. He inhales and sighs before standing up straight. He kicks Lewis' body before picking me up. Throwing me over his shoulder. I struggle in his grip panicking. “Now don’t worry sweetheart…ain’t nothing gonna happen to ya” he says before bringing me to the other side of the truck, setting me down in the passenger seat. He grabs some rope and ties my hands together. Before buckling me into the seat. He turns so he’s face to face with me, his eyes glinting.

“I think I promised you some stories..didn’t I sweetheart?”

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Hi :DD

I'm back because I have an idea, *evil facial expression*

How would Rusty and/or Bo react to an S/O who crochets and acts kinda like an old lady? (Makes sure they are/drank water, etc...)

Thank you for reading my request and thank you for being so tolerant<3

Have a great day/night,

PhantomCat 💜

Yesss thank you so much PhantomCat! Amazing as always!

Rusty Nail:

Oh he loves your affection, he loves how you bombard him with questions, and checking on him constantly.

Rusty just craves that shit, he won’t tell you that but he does.

He loves your Crocheting skills, he’ll lay under a half finished blanket (it’s really just covering his legs) while you crotchet and he’ll read or watch you. Sometimes he’ll check and get lost in watching you crochet.

You nag him to make sure he’s drinking water.

Sometimes he won’t take a sick day and you I drag him back to bed and cover him in blankets. You make his favorite soup and bring some water and crackers and feed him. In the beginning he was insistent he could feed himself but you give him this really REALLY hard stare and he just gives in.

When it’s cold he switches from a trucker hat to a hat you crocheted, and wears gloves you crocheted too.

He also wears a sweater you crocheted for him.

In his truck he has a big and small crocheted bird, they represent you two. Then there’s the little outfits you made for them and he does switch them out sometimes when he’s at a rest stop about to go to bed.

Whatever you make him he wears or shoes it off in pride. He loves his wife so much.

Rusty loves your baking, you make him cookies and little treats. You make all the meals too (only because you insist he doesn’t cook it right)

You swat his hands constantly with a spoon (could kill a fly with how fast your reflexes are)

You make him banana bread for the road and through a lot of resistance he manages to savor it throughout his job.

You squeeze his cheeks and kiss him all over. He always grumbles but gets you back by picking you up and giving you the same treatment.

Rusty loves that you act like a little old lady, he needs his affection and you give it to him on all the right ways.

-

Bo Sinclair:

He’s a little old man in himself. Always grumbling talking about how he can take care of himself.

Hates that you squeeze him in the cheek and always huffs around after.

You take such god care of him regardless.

You always ask if he’s taken care of himself, always have a glass of water and you watch him gulp it down so you know he’s hydrated.

You bake him stuff all the time and he gobbles that shit down. The baked goods are usually gone by the next day.

You swat his hands too with that wooden spoon and he always bitches about it. You scoff and kiss his knuckles before moving back to baking.

You make sure he’s in bed at a certain time, if he’s up later you push him to sleep in later so he can get his full 8-10 hours. (Though you’re no better)

You love squishing his face and kissing it, constantly. He honestly loves the attention but acts like he doesn’t. Bo’s heart just swells up at you.

Bo loves your crocheted blankets, when he gets a chance to nap, he will nap with them, makes sure they are out away so they don’t get blood on them. He also loves how they smell like you.

He loves watching you crochet, he’s tried it a few times but that magic ring trips him up so he’s given up (high key felt and that’s why I don’t crochet)

He has a crocheted wolf and bunny that sit next to each other in his shop. Doesn’t want to admit it but he switches out the clothes like every day cause it’s fun.

Wears all of the sweaters you make him and makes sure they’re put away nicely after.

Bo is stubborn so when he’s sick you usually grab him by the ear and drag him back to bed. Afterwards you make him a favorite soup, and bring a cup of water and some bread up so he eats. He takes the food in his mouth but bitches when he can’t feed himself. (Still loves getting attention though)

He loves you so much he loves that you’re like an old woman, little grandma and that means he’s a little grandpa just cause he said so.

-

Rusty and Bo:

They’re always picking at each other for either giving in or not giving in to your old ladyness.

It’s honestly funny at this point.

You made them matching sweaters and hats and have convinced them to wear it so you could take pictures. (You made a pair for yourself too.)

If one gets a baked good the other gets one too. That’s two banana breads, maybe even three if you want some.

Constant spoiling you the two and lots of kisses and hugs.

You made a chart cause sometimes you forget who you asked on about if they ate or drank water or slept or whatever.

Most of the time Bo’s isn’t filled out so you lecture him then ask.

Have to use two spoons for swatting. At one point Rusty just picked you up and moved you so the two could get some cookie batter.

They love you more than anything though and love getting smothered in your affections.

[littlenightma]

Protective!Rusty Nail Headcanons

• Once you have Rusty’s unconditional love and trust, there’s no going back. He doesn’t get attached to people easily so once you’re his, you’re his for life. He is not going to let you go, not after you’ve won over his heart.

• You guys have seen what Rusty is willing to do for a car that was gifted to him so just imagine the lines he’d cross and the skulls he’d crush if anyone was stupid enough to lay a hand on you. Do not touch his cars and lord don’t ever touch his lady.

• One thing about Rusty is he may be a maniac with a temper problem, but he ain’t no cheater. You will never have to worry about him being with anyone else while on the road and he expects the same respect in return. He has two things on his mind while traveling; getting the load to its destination then coming straight home to you.

• When out in public, don’t expect to get any space from this man. He’s attached to you like bees to honey. If he’s unable to be near you, best believe he’s watching your every move from the shadows, waiting for any signs of distress.

• Hates crowds. By himself they’re not a problem since most tend to avoid him, but with you he’s in a constant state of vigilance, eyes actively searching for possible danger beneath his hat.

• If he ever looks and sees you aren’t there, this cool and collected man will become the definition of distraught. When he finds you, you are so going to hear it on the way to the truck and on the way home.

• “Rusty please, I said I was sorry.”

• “Damn near caused me to have a heart attack looking for you, darlin’. You can’t do that to me.”

• If this man could put you on one of those toddler leashes, he would.

• Seatbelt in the truck is a must. No ifs, ands, or buts. He drives a heavy piece of machinery all day long and when you are on board, he’s hauling precious cargo. If you try to argue, he will put it on himself, kissing you hard as he leans over to hush your complaining.

• Keeps a pillow and blanket in the truck when you get cold or need to sleep. The first time you fell asleep in the passenger seat your head kept banging the window and he was worried you were going to end up with a concussion.

• “That was the best sleep I’ve ever had I think.”

• “You worry me sometimes.”

• Hates to see you in pain, especially when it prevents you from riding with him. It eats him up inside when he’s unable to be near you. He’ll call you from the road every few hours to check up on you and if you ask for him, he’ll stop whatever he’s doing and turn the truck around.

• Don’t get him started about your period. He dreads it every month.

• “I hate it for you, baby girl. Is there anything I can do for ya?”

• “Can I put my feet on you? They’re cold.”

• “Prop’em up here.”

NSFW 18+

• Loves how horny you are on it though. Waking up in the middle of the night because you’re in the mood is the one and only reason he’d wake up early on his day off and not be grumpy. You have every permission to use his body as you please. Playing audience to you half asleep seeking him out, hand slipping him out of his sweatpants and making a pleased noise when you do is a sight to behold for this old man. He’ll lean against the headboard with an arm above his head and a hand stroking the back of yours while you suck eagerly.

• “My, my, what an appetite. Were you hungry, darlin’? Take as much as you want, then.”

• Always makes sure you are satisfied. He ain’t happy until you are. If he doesn’t think you’ve had enough, he’ll give you more. One more thrust, one more swipe of his tongue, whatever it is he’s giving it to you. He loves seeing you come undone, spewing nonsense, taking turns from pushing at his chest then pulling him back down again.

• One day he jokingly says that he’d love to brand you with the cattle iron with his initial on it not thinking anything of it until you ask him where he wants to put it.

• And were dead serious.

• He places the prod on your hip and presses, holding you in place between his knees while you bravely take the pain. When it’s over, he’ll admire his work and the person it’s placed on.

[slut--for-love]

hi :) could I make a request for Rusty nail? It could be smutty or fluffy but could it be a male reader or (even better) a trans man reader? I literally can't find any fics with male readers for my favorite murderous trucker

Rusty nails x trans male reader who's having trouble sleeping

Hiii I hope you've had a great day! I opted for the fluffier version cuz I had this cute little idea of just rusty trying to help the reader who's going through hormone replacement therapy (I hope that's the right term) as I read somewhere that a side effect is trouble sleeping. I do hope this is to your liking!

You had just gotten off the phone with Rusty He's been gone for about a week, he told you that he'd be home in a few or so and that he has a surprise for you and that he can't wait to see you

you wish you could muster up the energy to be happy but to be honest you haven't been sleeping too well. Anytime you try to fall asleep you end up just rolling and turning in bed and if you do get some shut eye it's only for an hour or so. You know it's just a side effect of the therapy and that it will soon go away but you can't help but be slightly annoyed for the moment

You sit in the living room mindlessly scrolling through the TV channels with noticeable bags under your eyes. You check the time on your phone and realize that it's 1:00 in the morning. You decide to get up and grab a glass of water from the kitchen

After you pour and drink your water you walk to the sink and place the cup in it. While at the sink you decide to look out the window and become enchanted by the night's gleam and quietness

While distracted by the night You don't hear the front door open and rusty quietly step inside the house. He tries to quietly walk through the house until he sees your silhouette in the kitchen

Rusty steps into the kitchen causing the floorboard to squeak, You turn your head at the sound now looking at Rusty

"ain't you supposed to be asleep" Rusty says with a raised eyebrow as he walks a tad closer to you. You turn to face him completely "can't sleep..." You mumble out

Rusty lets out a hum in acknowledgment and walks to the living room motion for you to follow him. You take a deep breath and soon join him in the living room to the side of him sitting on the couch You hear him Pat his hand on the seat next to him

You walk over and sit down next to him he lets out yawn and moves his arm to your shoulder and grabs the remote with his other hand and starts flipping through the channels until he decides on some random sitcom

As the show plays Rusty begins to pet your arm. He soon starts to talk about his drive. You lay your head on his shoulder giving quit hums every now and then in acknowledgment to what he was saying

Your eyes soon grow heavy and your hums of acknowledgment soon come to a stop. You feel rusty move next to you and a few seconds later you feel him place his jacket on top of you

The last thing you hear before you finally drift off is rusty mumbling something about giving you your Surprise some other day and a quiet good night from him

[zapreportsblog]

Can you do rusty nail x male reader

❝road side rescue❞

✭ pairing : rusty nail x male reader

✭ fandom : slashers, joyride

✭ summary : here’s a little look into the life of rusty and his partner met

✭ authors note : no lie all these requests pouring in are becoming overwhelming :( don’t get me wrong I’m happy I’m getting them but it’s like they coming in back to back and it scares me that I won’t have enough time for myself and my own writing ideas

✭ slashers masterlist

The rhythmic hum of the tires on the asphalt was the only sound that accompanied (m/n) on his journey down south to visit his beloved Nana and Pa. He'd been driving for hours, the open road stretching out before him like an endless ribbon of possibilities. The radio played a soft country tune, setting the mood for the picturesque drive through the countryside.

Just when (m/n) was lost in thought, the tranquility of the moment was shattered by a loud, unmistakable "pop." His car shuddered as he instinctively gripped the steering wheel. (M/n)’s heart sank as he realized what had just happened - a flat tire. He cursed under his breath, pulling over to the side of the road.

"Damn it," he muttered, frustration welling up. He gave the steering wheel a few frustrated thumps with his palm, as if it would magically fix the situation. But the sky above had different plans. Dark clouds rolled in, and within moments, the heavens opened up, drenching (m/n) and his car.

With a sigh, (m/n) reached for the car's radio. He figured he might as well try to call for help. He fiddled with the dial until he found a frequency that wasn't just static.

"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" (M/n) spoke into the microphone, his voice crackling through the speakers.

Silence hung in the air for a moment, and (m/n) was beginning to lose hope when a voice finally responded from the other end, "Hey there, buddy, what seems to be the problem?"

(M/n) was relieved to hear a friendly voice. "I'm stuck on the side of the road," he explained, "my car's tires popped, and I don't have a spare. I'm on my way to visit my Nana and Pa, and I can't leave them waiting."

The voice on the other end sounded thoughtful. "Well, that's no good. What kind of car are you driving?"

(M/n) leaned over and peered at the emblem on the steering wheel. "It's a classic [brand]."

There was a pause, and then the voice responded, "You won't believe it, but I've got the same car. I can swing by my place, grab you a spare tire, and help you out."

Gratitude washed over (m/n). "That would be a lifesaver! Thank you so much. By the way, what's your name?"

The voice on the other end chuckled. "You can call me Rusty Nail."

(M/n) couldn't help but smile at the unique nickname. "Alright, Rusty Nail, I really appreciate your help. I'll wait here for you."

As the rain poured down and the minutes passed, (m/n) couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious stranger who had come to his rescue.

(M/n) sat in his car, the rain drumming relentlessly on the roof. The minutes dragged on as he waited for the mysterious Rusty Nail, who had promised to rescue him from his flat tire predicament. The radio continued to play softly in the background, its soothing tunes doing little to ease (m/n)’s impatience.

Suddenly, the sound of a roaring engine filled the air, and (m/n) looked up to see a massive truck pulling up beside him. Out from the driver's seat, a man jumped with an agility that defied his trucker image. The rain poured down on him, but he didn't seem to mind as he approached (m/n)’s window.

(M/n)’s heart raced as the man knocked on the window. Despite the rain clouding his vision, he could make out the stranger's imposing build. The sight of the man made him blush, though he wasn't sure why.

"You the fellow from the radio?" the man asked, his voice gruff yet friendly.

(M/n) swallowed hard, feeling a bit flustered. "Y-yes, that's me," he replied, his voice trembling slightly.

The stranger extended a hand through the open window, and (m/n) took it, feeling the warmth of the man's palm. The rain continued to pour, and (m/n) held up a big flashlight to illuminate the area as the stranger got to work fixing the tire.

With practiced efficiency, the man changed the flat tire with a spare, his muscles flexing under his soaked shirt. (M/n) couldn't help but steal glances, admiring the man's backside. He quickly averted his gaze when he realized he'd been caught staring.

After finishing the task, the man leaned against the car's hood, a smug smirk on his face. "Aren't you going to thank your savior?" he teased, his tone playful.

(M/n)’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as he stammered out a grateful, "Th-thank you."

The man chuckled, a deep and hearty sound. "Don't mention it, kid. Just doing my good deed for the day."

Realizing he hadn't introduced himself, (m/n) felt a pang of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I never go to tell you my name."

The man waved it off with a dismissive gesture. "Don't sweat it. I already know your name."

Mark blinked in surprise. "How?"

The man simply grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Let's just say I have my ways. You take care now." With that, he turned and walked back to his truck, his broad shoulders disappearing into the rain-soaked night.

As the truck rumbled to life and drove away, (m/n) was left sitting in his car, still slightly bewildered by the encounter. Who was this enigmatic man named Rusty Nail, and how did he know his name?

[doomh3ad]

Hi hon! Local Rusty simp here lol. If you ever get the chance, may I please request a Rusty X Housewife reader please? Congrats on 600 followers! You deserve it!

-Housewife anon 🧁

thank u sm!! sorry this took so long

rusty nail + housewife reader

-this is all he wants in life. it can make a long drive home worth it knowing you're waiting for him, in that cute outfit he loves and making him dinner. he brings home a lot of money, and he's happy to provide for you. you'll never have to work a day in your life if that's what you want.

-rusty has his ...hobbies... and he will NEVER bring his business home to you. you're his safe place, home truly is where his heart lies. rusty allows nothing and no one to threaten the safety of his little housewife that he loves so very much <3

-enjoys you being there for him. it gives him something to come back to, a reason to do anything he does. your sweet smile and your cheek kisses, your gentle scolding of him to wipe his boots when he comes in, the gorgeous aroma of your baking from the kitchen, he couldn't ask for a better life.

-brags about you all the time. to other truckers, even to his victims if they make some snide comment about him being alone. he relishes in the satisfaction knowing everyone would love to have someone like you, but you're all his <3

[slxsherwriter]

Since I just read Rusty... Rusty Nail for the Character bingo! <3

Ask and you shall receive!!!

One character opinion card for everyone's favorite psychotic trucker, Rusty Nail!

[hellsbelmont]

Rusty Nail Headcanons Pt. 4 (NSFW)

This is for the lovely anon who requested some nsfw headcanons of our favorite trucker. (Mind you I AM a little shy and still new to this, and some language may be vulgar.)

Rusty Nail has a thick cock. It takes awhile to work him up, so he can be a little shy at first about really getting to the sexual part of the relationship. He'd usually rather give the pleasure instead of recieve because of this, but once he finds a partner that's willing to put in the time, he is eager for more.

If you're AFAB, he loves to have you sit in his lap (not while driving because he is responsible) so he can dip his fingers into you. He'll hold onto you, have you face away from him, and play with you until you're ultra sensitive and can't take it anymore... or he'll bring you to orgasm and chuckle in that deep voice of his while you're squirming on him.

If you're AMAB, he likes to grope you through your pants... he'll squeeze and rub you until you get hard, then he'll pull you out and fondle and tug at you until you're just as sensitive, paying special attention to the head of your cock until you make a mess.

Rusty loves to put his fingers in all parts of you that he can, but especailly your mouth. He enjoys watching you eagerly open your mouth, and he'll slip his fingers in and have you suck on them.

Ironically enough, he also loves to suck at all parts of your body. Especially your nipples, no matter what gender you are. He'll tug at them gently, flick them with his tongue, and bite them. Sometimes he's satisfied just playing with them under your shirt, watching as you become more sensitive and you jump and huff.

Rusty is a quiet lover, however that doesn't mean he doesn't moan. As he's railing you from behind, he'll lean over you and his lips will brush your ear, and he'll groan, and it's deep, like it comes from the bottom of his stomach.

When he comes, he's a gasper. He'll arch and grip you against him to hold you still so that you can feel his cock throb inside you, and he gasps, which usually ends in a shuddering groan.

Rusty will leave marks all over you. Whether they be from his teeth, from sucking at you, from gripping you, and little crescents on your skin from where his nails dig into you as you bounce in his lap.

He is always encouraging you if you're hesitant... he'll tell you it's okay, you're so good, keep going, just like that... such a good (girl/boy/pet)

If you've been a brat all day and just asking for punishment, he'll tie your wrists behind your back with his belt, holding onto it and making you bounce on his cock, wrapping a large hand around your throat and occasionally demanding that you suck on his fingers.

[total-killer-brainrot]

Hey There Stranger

You paused briefly to take another sip of wine, and nearly jumped out of your skin as the radio at your side crackled to life.

“You done already, sugar? I was just starting to enjoy myself…”

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You use your old CB radio to help blow off some steam.

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,472. Ship: Rusty Nail x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Sexism, Bad Work Environment, Voice Kink, Drinking, Drunk Sex, Masturbation, Phone Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Humiliation Kink, Praise Kink, Begging, Tattoos

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Today, like every other day spent in your gruelling, exhausting existence, was awful.

Running an auto shop solo, in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, as a young woman, was possibly the worst choice anyone could ever make. 

Your long days were spent either dying of boredom, baking in the hot sun, or getting cussed out by some uptight city fuck boy who refused to believe that you knew more about cars than him. So few of your customers were decent people. In the last week you could probably count two that didn’t make you want to rip your hair out. 

Right now you were suffering through yet another obnoxious douchebag screaming at you because he was so sure you were overcharging him. You just stood behind the counter and watched him tucker himself out with a blank stare on your face. Too exhausted to even bother blessing him with a reaction. The door dinged behind him as another customer entered. An older guy, trucker by the looks of it. He gave you a short nod then waited behind the asshat still ranting in your face. 

By the time he had reluctantly paid and left you wanted to break something. Instead you forced a smile and greeted your next customer. Expecting another jackass old guy telling you how to do the job you’d be doing since you were young.

“Some people…” he tutted. Tipping his hat lower so you could barely see his face. Just his stubbled chin and the cigarette held between his lips.

You blinked in surprise. Getting empathy from a trucker in these parts was rare indeed. 

“Right? Fuckin’ audacity man…” You shook your head gently as you relaxed. Something about this guy put you at ease. Perhaps it was his voice. So deep it rattled your bones and made your brain buzz pleasantly in your skull. You could listen to him talk all day. 

Unfortunately for you he wasn’t very talkative. Polite, well spoken, but didn’t say a whole lot. Still you were surprisingly entranced by this stranger. Something about him drew you in. You weren’t the most perceptive person but you could just tell there was something unique about this older guy. But to your disappointment, he left with another nod goodbye before you could figure him out. And you were left with the lingering smell of coffee and cigarettes and the image of his smirk under that dirty old hat.

During your long, lonely shift you did allow your mind to wander. It wasn’t often a guy walked in here and caught your eye. And you’d never see him again. So why not indulge in a little harmless fantasy to get you through your boring workday. Was it really unprofessional to get off at work if you had no customers and were your own boss? Perhaps yes. So it all had to be in your head unfortunately.

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Once home you were exhausted. Emotionally and physically. And you were still pent up and imagining that one unusual customer in all manner of compromising positions during the rest of your work day. 

Your bed creaked as you flopped down heavily, half full glass of wine in your hand, the rest of the bottle in your other. Already a little tipsy from your first glass. And already well into your second. Fully preparing to spend the night enjoying yourself to wind down from another stressful day of work.

When the most delicious idea popped into your head.

In the corner of your bedroom sat an old CB radio. Dusty from years of being forgotten. Despite the machine’s age, you still knew it like the back of your hand. Years of talking to your pa while he was on the road. It took you a minute to set it up at the end of your bed. Heart skipping a beat excitedly as the familiar crackle of the radio coming to life hit your ears. 

You flicked it to an empty channel. As fun as the risk was, you didn’t want anyone to actually hear you. Just the thought that someone might stumble across this channel by chance was enough to make your thighs press together. Just tipsy enough to think this was a good idea.

It didn’t take you long to rid yourself of your remaining clothes. Splayed out across your sheets with the little handheld microphone pressed close to your lips. A delicate sigh escaped you as the tips of your fingers slid through your folds and the tension started to seep out of your body. You let your eyes flutter closed as you allowed your imagination to run wild. It was easy to conjure some make believe man on the other end of the radio. Listening and guiding you along as your fingers pressed down gently on your clit. There was no rush. You could take your time and enjoy the slow build of pleasure. Letting your moans fill the radio channel with no need to quiet yourself. 

You paused briefly to take another sip of wine, and nearly jumped out of your skin as the radio at your side crackled to life. 

“You done already, sugar? I was just starting to enjoy myself…”

You gaped at the little machine. Face turning hot. How long had this rando been listening? Had he heard everything? Was he jerking off right now? And… Why did that voice sound so familiar? You had to slog through your hazy thoughts for the owner of that perfect growl. Then it hit you. The older guy who had come into your work. The whole reason you were doing this to blow off some steam. You sat up slowly. Keeping your eyes on the radio like it would attack if you looked away.

“Can’t be getting all shy on me now… keep going.” 

His voice was firm. No room for argument. And that voice really did something for you. You could practically feel the way you dripped with arousal as his tone lowered in demand. 

With a nervous sigh you tilted your head back. Fingers finding their way back down to your core. For a brief moment you wondered if he could hear the slick noises it made, then you heard him hum happily and your suspicions were confirmed. You bit your lip hard as you slid two fingers inside your cunt easily. Too embarrassed to moan as openly as you had been moments ago.

“You know I wanna hear you, sugar.” He grunted. You let out a weak whimper that he cut off with another groan. He was definitely jerking off as well. The image of that alone made you weak. Those large, tattooed hands gripping his cock. Leant back in his beast of a truck. Perhaps a cigarette between his lips. His hat pulled low so only his salt and pepper stubble was visible. Your mind ran wild and you didn’t notice yourself start to get louder once again until he interrupted your thoughts with a devastatingly hot,

“Good girl.” 

Holy shit. You couldn’t remember a time where you had needed dick as badly as this. You pressed your thumb to your clit once again as your fingers curled inside you. Whining needily into the mic. Barely registering the pleased grumble you got in return.

“Fuck me…” You gasped out. Pleading for him without realising you had even opened your mouth. “Please.” 

He laughed. It was so deep and so damn condescending the humiliation nearly pushed you over the edge. Just barely able to keep your cool.

“Darlin’. I’m not even there.” 

You couldn’t stop the frustrated groan as it crawled up your throat. Turning your head towards the radio as you heard something slick from the other end. Drawn back to that image of him getting off to your moans. Your hips rocked upwards. Chasing the pleasure as it twisted your stomach. Loving that he was enjoying this just as much as you were. 

“Please…” You begged once again. You heard his breath hitch, then a loud rumble. He must have just started his truck. Your heart skipped a beat and you gasped excitedly. Eyes rolling back into your head as you felt your orgasm start to crest.

“Don’t you dare cum till I get there. You gotta wait for my cock, ok baby?”

You froze. Holding your breath as you fought off the pleasure. It was torture to pull your hands away but at this point you would do anything he said. You nodded. And it took you way too long to remember that he couldn’t see you. Yet.

“Yes.” You knew you already sounded like a mess. Breathless and needy. You quickly tacked on the end, in hopes of gaining his favour. “Sir…”

His low chuckle made you squeeze your thighs shut. So fucking desperate.

“Now, where you at, sugar?”

[littlenightma]

The Rusty Nail tag gives me so much whiplash. One minute you’re reading about the grumpy trucker and the next you’re reading about the nail that killed Dean Winchester