Tim Wright/Masky x !Fem Reader x Brian Thomas/Hoodie
CW:NSFW, severe degradation, HUGE cnc warning, cum dumping, kinda public, threesome
A/N: my literal biggest challenge yet, im so proud of this project! i hope you like it too, please enjoy please please please!!!
You find yourself in the heart of a dark cornfield, the stalks towering above you, their leaves rustling ominously in the night breeze. The moon is a mere sliver, casting eerie shadows across the uneven ground. Your heart races as you hear the distant echo of footsteps, knowing that Tim and Brian are close behind. Fear grips your chest, making it hard to breathe as you run, your feet sinking into the damp earth with each desperate step.
Suddenly, a hand clamps down on your shoulder, spinning you around. It's Tim, his eyes wild and intense, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "Going somewhere, little one?" he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. You try to pull away, but he tightens his grip, his fingers digging into your flesh.
Brian appears from the shadows, his presence even more menacing. He reaches out, tracing a finger down your cheek, then your neck, before wrapping his hand around your throat. "We've been looking for you," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "And now we've found you, there's nowhere left to run."
Tim pushes you to the ground, your back hitting the cold, hard earth. He straddles you, his weight pressing down on your hips, trapping you. Brian kneels beside you, his hand still around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air. Tim leans down, his lips crashing against yours in a brutal, demanding kiss. You can taste the dirt and the fear on his tongue.
Brian releases your throat, only to grab a fistful of your hair, wrenching your head back. He leans down, his teeth grazing your neck, biting and sucking until you're sure he's left marks. Tim's hands roam your body, rough and possessive, tearing at your clothes until you're exposed to the cool night air.
"You're our little cum dumpster tonight," Tim murmurs, his voice laced lust. "We're going to fill you up, aren't we, Brian?"
Brian chuckles, a sound devoid of warmth. "Oh yes, we are. And you're going to take every last drop, aren't you?"
Tim flips you over, your face pressed into the dirt. He pulls your hips up, exposing you completely. You feel the cold metal of a gun press against your temple, and you freeze. "Don't move," Brian warns, his voice a low growl. "Or this will be the last thing you ever feel."
Tim enters you from behind, his thrusts hard and punishing. You cry out, the sound muffled by the earth. Brian's hand is still in your hair, pulling your head back at an awkward angle. He leans down, his lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as Tim continues to ravage you.
The gun is still pressed against your temple, a constant reminder of the danger you're in. Tim's pace quickens, your walls twitch with him inside as his grip on your hips bruising. He groans, his body tensing as he reaches his climax, filling you completely.
Brian pulls away, his lips swollen and red. He stands, his belt jingling as he undoes it. "My turn," he says, his voice dark with promise. Tim rolls off you, his chest heaving as he watches Brian take his place.
Brian enters you with a single, brutal thrust, his hips slamming against yours. He leans down, his teeth finding the tender flesh of your neck. You can feel the gun still pressed against your temple, the cold metal and hot contrast to the heat of Brian's body.
He moves inside you, his pace relentless. You can feel every inch of him, stretching you, filling you. His hand is still in your hair, pulling your head back so far that it hurts. The pain mixes with the pleasure, creating a heady, dizzying sensation.
Tim watches, his eyes glazed with lust. He reaches down, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. "Take it all."
Brian's pace quickens, his body tensing as he reaches his climax. He groans, his seed hot and pulsing inside you. He collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the ground.
You lie there, your body aching, your mind reeling. The gun is still pressed against your temple, a constant reminder of the power they hold over you. Tim and Brian exchange a look, a silent communication passing between them.
"You're ours now," Tim says, his voice a low growl. "Our little cum dumpster. And we'll use you whenever we want."
Brian chuckles, a sound devoid of warmth. "And you'll take it all, won't you? Every last drop."
You lie there, your body aching and your mind a whirl of fear, pain, and pleasure. The cool night air does little to ease the heat coursing through your veins. Tim and Brian exchange a look, a silent understanding passing between them. They stand, their movements fluid and predatory, as they circle you like vultures.
"On your knees," Brian commands, his voice a low growl. You comply, your body moving on autopilot, driven by a mix of fear and a twisted sense of obedience. The gun is still in his hand, the cold metal glinting in the moonlight as he points it at you.
Tim unzips his pants again, his cock already hard and ready. He steps forward, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. "You're going to make us feel good, aren't you?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "You're going to suck our dicks like the little pathetic slut you are."
You reach out, your hands trembling as you wrap them around Tim's shaft. He's hot and hard, pulsing in your grip. You start to stroke him, your movements slow and hesitant at first, but gaining confidence as you feel him respond to your touch. Brian watches, his eyes dark with lust and something else—something more sinister.
He steps closer, pressing the gun against your temple once more. "Don't forget about me," he warns, his voice a low growl. You reach out with your other hand, wrapping it around Brian's cock. He's just as hard as Tim, his shaft throbbing in your grip.
You stroke them both, your hands moving in sync, feeling the heat and hardness of their arousal. Tim's grip on your throat tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he guides your head forward. You take him into your mouth, your lips stretching around his girth. He groans, his hips bucking forward, pushing him deeper into your throat.
You gag, your eyes watering as you struggle to take him all. Brian's hand is still in your hair, pulling your head back and forth, using you for his pleasure. You can feel the gun pressing against your temple, a constant reminder of the danger you're in.
Tim pulls out, his cock glistening with your saliva. He steps back, and Brian takes his place, pushing his cock into your mouth. You suck him eagerly, your tongue swirling around his shaft, tasting the salt of his pre-cum. He groans, his hips moving in time with your movements, fucking your mouth with abandon. Tim watches, his hand still around your throat, squeezing and releasing in time with Brian's thrusts. You can feel the pressure building, your own arousal mixing with the fear and the pain.
Brian pulls out, his cock glistening and hard. He steps back, and Tim takes his place once more. You suck him eagerly, your mouth and hands working in sync, bringing him closer to the edge.
Tim groans, his body tensing as he reaches his climax. He pulls out, his cock pulsing as he comes, spraying hot ropes of cum across your face and into your mouth. You swallow, your throat working to take it all.
Brian steps forward, his cock hard and ready. You take him into your mouth, sucking sloppily, your hands stroking his shaft in time with your movements. Saliva dripping from your cheeks, your nose butting into his pelvis and Tim’s cum sticking to you and now Brian. He groans, his hips bucking as he fucks your mouth, using you for his pleasure.
You can feel the pressure building, your own arousal mixing with the fear and the pain. Brian's grip on your hair tightens, his movements becoming more erratic as he approaches his orgasm.
He pulls out, his cock pulsing as he comes, spraying his hot seed all across your face. You swallow, your throat burning with how much salty cum sliding down your esophagus. He steps back, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.
Brian positions himself behind you, his strong hands gripping your hips with a hard intensity. You feel the cold metal of the gun press against your lower back. He pushes you forward, forcing you onto your hands and knees in the damp earth. The stalks of corn surround you, their leaves rustling ominously as if whispering secrets of your impending doom.
Tim moves beneath you, his body sliding under yours with a fluidity that belies the brutality of his intentions. He positions himself so that his face is level with your pussy, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. You can feel his hands gripping your thighs, holding you in place as he begins to devour you.
His tongue is relentless, flicking and probing, exploring every inch of your most intimate places. You gasp, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves you breathless. Brian, meanwhile, aligns himself behind you, his cock hard and ready, pressing against your entrance, stretching your swollen walls.
With a single, brutal thrust, Brian enters you from behind, his hips slamming against yours. You cry out, the sound muffled by the earth and the corn stalks. Your tits bang against your chest hard with each rough thrust Brian puts into you. Tim's tongue continues its assault, his fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place. The combination of sensations is almost too much to bear, Brian's cock filling you completely, stretching you to your limits, and Tim's tongue bringing you to the edge of ecstasy.
Brian's movements are punishing, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving you deeper into the earth. You can feel every inch of him, the heat of his body, the power of his strength. Brian cocks the gun back into place on the back of your head, shoving your head down to look at the ground.
Tim's tongue is a whirlwind of sensation, his movements synchronized with Brian's thrusts. He sucks and licks, his teeth grazing your most sensitive spots, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. You can feel the pressure building, your own arousal mixing with the fear and the pain.
Brian's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into you as he increases his pace. You can hear his grunts, feel the tension in his body as he approaches his orgasm. Tim's tongue is relentless, his fingers joining, probing and teasing, pushing you closer to the edge.
The world around you fades away, leaving only the sensations of their bodies, the heat of their touch, the cold metal of the gun. You can feel the orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to consume you. Brian's thrusts become more erratic, his body tensing as he reaches his climax. He groans, his release hot and pulsing inside you, filling you completely.
Tim's tongue continues its assault, his fingers working together, pushing you over the edge. You cry out, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you, leaving you breathless and spent. Brian collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the ground, his cock still pulsing inside you.
Tim lies back on the ground, his cock already hard and ready, glistening with your arousal and more of his own pre-cum. He beckons you over with a cruel smirk, his eyes glinting with a mix of lust and malice. You crawl over to him, your body moving on autopilot, driven by a twisted sense of obedience and fear.
You straddle him, feeling the heat of his body against yours. He grips your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he guides you down onto his cock. You gasp as he fills you, his length stretching you to your already overwhelming limits. You begin to ride him, your movements slow and hesitant at first, but gaining confidence as you feel him respond to your touch.
Brian moves behind you, his hands roaming your body, his touch rough and possessive. He cups your breasts, his fingers squeezing and teasing your nipples until they are hard and sensitive. You moaned loudly to his touch, Brian grinned and gripped harder to your nipples. You lean back into him, your body arching as you continue to ride Tim.
Brian's lips find yours in a rough and twisted kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, tasting and exploring. You can feel the gun pressed against your side, fear set into your skin, making you grow goosebumps. His hands continue to roam your body, his touch sending shivers of pleasure and pain through your veins.
Tim's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into you hard as he guides your movements, forcing you to take him deeper, harder. You can feel every inch of him, the heat of his body, the power of his strength. His hips buck up to meet yours, his movements synchronized with Brian's touch.
The world around you fades away, leaving only the sensations of their bodies, the heat of their touch, the cold metal of the gun. You can feel the pressure building, your own arousal mixing with the fear and the pain. Brian's kiss becomes more intense, his hands more demanding, his touch more possessive.
Tim's movements become more erratic, his body tensing as he approaches his climax. You can feel him pulsing inside you, his cock swelling as he reaches the edge. With a final, brutal thrust, he comes, his seed hot and pulsing, filling you completely. His cock throbbing inside your clenching walls, his face covered in sweat as he looked at your body.
He groans, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over him. He grips your hips tightly, his fingers gripping into your skin as he holds you in place, using you for his pleasure. You can feel his hot cum spilling out of you, coating your thighs and the ground beneath you.
With a final, brutal thrust, Tim throws you off him, your body landing hard in the dirt. You lie there, your body aching, your mind a whirl of fear, pain, and pleasure.
Tim stands, his cock still hard and glistening with his cum. He and Brian stood over you, “She’s so beautiful, like a used object,” Brian spoke, holding your chin up to look at the both of them.
Suddenly, a shot rings out, the sound echoing through the cornfield. You feel a searing pain in your side, and you look down to see blood pooling around the wound. Brian stands over you, the gun still in his hand, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.
"You're ours now," he says, his voice a low growl. "Forever."