۶ৎ𝐄𝐝𝐞𝐧۶ৎ

⦻𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐟⦻ ❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

[gardanofeden]

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ♡⃝ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ◡̈ ☽⋆ 𝐄𝐝𝐞𝐧 ✿ 𝟏𝟖 ✿ 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫

✿☾☻︎✿ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 ✿☾☻︎✿

⇨ 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚

⇨ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐬

⇨ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

⇨ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

•*¨*•.¸¸☆** ੈ✩‧₊˚*

✿ 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬? 𝐘𝐞𝐬! 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬!

✿ 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.

✿ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓!

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

✿ 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧!☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

✿ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧!☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

[gardanofeden]

Ticci Toby Headcannons

song: life is a bitch n i hate her by witchbox

all credits to pinterest for pictures!

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* Ticci Toby constantly fights between wanting people close to him and wanting everyone to leave him alone. One minute he’s hovering around you, talking too loud and too fast, and the next he’s snapping because he thinks you looked at him wrong.

* His tics get worse when he’s stressed, angry, overstimulated, or embarrassed. If someone points them out or mocks him, his mood crashes almost instantly and he becomes defensive and aggressive. He hates feeling “out of control” in front of people.

* He has fluffy brown hair that’s always messy no matter what he does with it. The mullet style started because he hacked at it himself with kitchen scissors one night after a breakdown, and now he refuses to change it because it “looks cool enough.”

* When he’s actually in a good mood, he’s almost unbearably clingy and friendly. He’ll follow people around the house talking nonstop, rambling about random things, bumping shoulders with you, shoving memes or music in your face, and acting like a hyper little gremlin.

* He gets attached to people very intensely, but he’s terrible at expressing it in healthy ways. Instead of saying he cares, he’ll aggressively insist on helping you, threaten anyone who upsets you, or hover nearby like an angry guard dog.

* Toby absolutely loses his temper when things don’t go the way he planned. If something small ruins his mood, for example, losing a game, dropping something, plans changing unexpectedly and he spirals fast. He’ll yell, pace, slam doors, or throw these angry spasms that look half tantrum and half meltdown.

* Underneath all the anger, he’s actually very emotionally sensitive. Insults stick with him for way longer than he admits, and he overthinks every negative interaction afterward.

* He listens to loud music constantly because silence makes his thoughts worse. His headphones are practically glued to him, and he blasts chaotic music when he’s irritated to drown everything else out.

* He’s the type to aggressively demand affection without admitting he wants it. Like barging into your room and flopping beside you while grumbling, “Move over,” because he secretly wants comfort.

* Toby’s sweet side only really comes out when he feels safe and in control of the situation. If things are calm and nobody’s arguing with him, he becomes weirdly caring and likes bringing you snacks, fixing things for you, checking if you’ve eaten, or sitting beside you quietly while you rest.

* He gets frustrated with himself after angry outbursts. Even if he refuses to apologize directly, you can tell he feels guilty because he suddenly becomes quieter and awkwardly tries to make up for it by doing favors.

* He has awful sleep habits. He stays awake until ridiculous hours, then crashes randomly during the day. Most nights he’s pacing around the house at 3 AM with messy hair and dark circles under his eyes.

* Physical affection confuses him because he wants it constantly but doesn’t know how to ask. He acts annoyed when someone hugs him, but if they pull away too quickly he immediately gets irritated about it.

* He’s very protective over the few people he trusts. If someone hurts them emotionally, Toby takes it personally and holds grudges for an absurdly long time.

* Despite acting tough and angry all the time, he secretly loves when someone is patient with him during his rough moments instead of getting scared or yelling back.

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Ben Drowned Headcannons

song: easter pink by fakemink

credits to pinterest for pictures!

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* BEN Drowned constantly smells like artificial fruit vape juice, old hoodies, and stale energy drinks. His room is pitch black except for LED lights and the glow of three different monitors running at once.

* He absolutely destroys his sleep schedule. He’ll stay awake for two days straight grinding some random horror mod or speedrunning an old game, then crash for 14 hours without warning.

* His long greasy blonde hair is always in his face because he refuses to cut it. Half the time he just shoves it under a beanie instead of washing it.

* He’s the type to disappear into his room for hours, then randomly emerge at 3 AM to microwave something questionable and scare everyone in the hallway because nobody heard him coming.

* His desk is a disaster zone: empty Geek Bar boxes, Mountain Dew cans, tangled cords, game controllers, and probably at least one broken headset he swears he’s “gonna fix later.”

* Music-wise he bounces between distorted grunge and loud electronic stuff with heavy bass. He likes music that sounds messy and aggressive because he says calm music “makes his skin itch.”

* He makes provocative comments constantly just to get reactions out of people. Sometimes it’s flirting, sometimes it’s just him being a menace because he thinks embarrassment is funny.

* When he’s high he gets way more talkative and clingy. Normally he’s sarcastic and detached, but stoned BEN will ramble for an hour straight about conspiracy theories, obscure game lore, or why some random early 2000s song is “life changing.”

* He’s chronically online and somehow knows every internet drama before anyone else. He acts like he doesn’t care but secretly lives for chaos.

* He has terrible posture from hunching over his computer for years. If he’s sitting somewhere, he’s folded into the most uncomfortable-looking position imaginable.

* He’s weirdly competitive over stupid things. Doesn’t matter if it’s Mario Kart, rhythm games, or rock-paper-scissors and if he loses, he takes it personally.

* He never opens his curtains. Ever. The sunlight hits his eyes and he acts like he’s a vampire turning to dust.

* He lowkey enjoys seeing people flustered by him. The smug grin he gets after saying something out of pocket is unbearable.

* Despite acting lazy, he’s terrifyingly smart with technology. He can pirate almost anything, fix broken consoles with random tools, and somehow always knows how to bypass passwords or glitch systems.

[gardanofeden]

Eyeless Jack Headcannons

song: trapdoor by salem

credits to pinterest for pictures!

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* He’s the kind of person who fills a room without trying. At almost seven feet tall, Jack barely has to speak for people to know he’s there. Heavy footsteps, broad shoulders, silent staring, he carries this constant predator energy that makes people instinctively lower their voices around him.

* Jack almost never talks unless he absolutely has to. When he does, his voice is rough and low from disuse, usually only a few words at a time. He prefers actions over explanations. If he cares about someone, he’ll prove it through protection, bringing them things, lingering nearby, fixing something without being asked, not through emotional speeches.

* He has a horrible habit of looming over people silently. Half the time he doesn’t even realize how intimidating he is until someone jumps when they turn around and he’s standing directly behind them.

* The tar leaking from his eyes is constant. Thick, black streaks crawl down his face and neck no matter how often he wipes them away. It stains pillowcases, shirt collars, hands, everything. Sometimes when he’s angry or hungry, it leaks faster. Stress makes it worse too.

* His fluffy brown hair would actually look soft and nice if he took care of it, but he barely bothers washing it. It’s usually tangled, messy, and smells faintly metallic and smoky. Some strands stick to the tar around his eyes and he’ll aggressively shove them back without much thought.

* He bites constantly. Not even always aggressively, sometimes it’s instinctive. Sharp teeth dragging against knuckles, shoulders, necks, whatever’s closest. His canines are unnaturally long and serrated enough to leave deep bruises or split skin easily. He especially bites when he’s overstimulated, territorial, jealous, or trying to show affection in his own feral way.

* His nails are thick, dark, and claw-like from years of neglect and mutation. They click against walls and tabletops when he’s irritated. He sharpens them absentmindedly on concrete or wood like an animal filing down claws.

* His body is covered in scars. Old surgical-looking cuts, jagged tears, claw marks, burns, layers and layers of damage. Some scars are pale and healed, others look raw like they never fully closed. He hates people staring at them, but he also refuses to cover them up most of the time because clothes annoy him.

* Jack’s cannibalistic cravings are something he treats more like a biological necessity than a hobby. He doesn’t romanticize it. It’s ugly, violent, and deeply ingrained into him. Hunger changes his entire demeanor, quieter, twitchier, more aggressive. His pupils dilate heavily and he starts watching people the way wolves watch prey.

* Despite how detached he acts, he gets intensely possessive over the few people he tolerates. Not in a loud way, more subtle and unsettling. Standing too close. Watching conversations from across the room. Resting a clawed hand on the back of someone’s chair as a silent warning to others.

* He’s surprisingly gentle with injuries. Probably because he understands pain better than most people. If someone he cares about gets hurt, he becomes laser-focused and oddly careful, cleaning wounds with huge clawed hands that look like they should be incapable of softness.

* Jack rarely sleeps properly. He spends most nights sitting somewhere dark and elevated, for instance, rooftops, counters, abandoned stairwells, silently observing everything around him. When he does sleep, it’s light and restless. One small sound and he’s awake instantly.

* Physical affection from him is rare but heavy. Leaning his weight against someone, wrapping an arm around them possessively, pressing his forehead to theirs, hooking claws loosely into their clothes so they don’t walk away too fast. He’s not verbally affectionate at all, so touch becomes his language.

* He smells like rain, blood, damp fabric, smoke, and something rotting underneath it all. The scent clings to rooms after he leaves.

* Animals react strangely to him. Dogs either growl immediately or become weirdly submissive. Cats tend to stare at him without fear. Crows and stray animals follow him around sometimes because he unintentionally feeds them leftovers.

* Underneath all the brutality, there’s something deeply exhausted about him. Like he’s permanently stuck between monster and human and stopped trying to decide which one he actually is years ago.

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Jeff The Killer Headcannons

song: still achin by sematary

credits to pinterest for pictures

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* Jeff acts like he’s above everyone else, but it’s mostly because his ego is stitched together with insecurity. If somebody insults him, even as a joke, he’ll obsess over it for days and make passive aggressive comments until he “wins” the interaction in his head.

* Jeff smells like cigarette smoke, old leather jackets, sweat, and cheap cologne he uses way too much to cover it up. His room is worse, empty energy drink cans, band posters peeling off the walls, clothes everywhere, and a guitar sitting in the corner with broken strings he swears he’s “gonna fix later.”

* Jeff’s hair is long, black, tangled, and constantly in his face. He pretends not to care about how it looks, but secretly spends forever making sure it falls the right way. If someone touches it unexpectedly, he either freezes up or snaps at them depending on his mood.

* Jeff is the type of metalhead that gatekeeps bands constantly. If you mention liking one of his favorite groups, he immediately starts quizzing you on albums and songs like it’s a competition. His playlist consists of Misfits, Nailbomb, Acid Bath, Cryptopsy and sometimes Lil Peep.

* Jeff gets jealous ridiculously easily. If he likes someone, he notices everything, including who talks to them, who looks at them too long, who texts them too often. He won’t outright admit he’s jealous though. Instead he acts cold, possessive, or starts hovering around them more aggressively.

* Jeff hates feeling ignored. If you’re busy or don’t answer him fast enough, he spirals into annoyance and assumes you’re intentionally brushing him off. Then when you do answer, he acts like he doesn’t care even though he absolutely does.

* Jeff has this habit of standing too close to people on purpose. Part intimidation tactic, part clinginess. He likes making people nervous because it makes him feel in control of the interaction.

* Jeff is weirdly protective despite acting cruel half the time. If somebody outside his circle messes with someone he cares about, he becomes way more threatening than usual. He sees people as “his,” and once he’s attached, he takes loyalty very seriously.

* Jeff’s terrible at apologizing. Instead of saying “sorry,” he’ll do small things instead: silently sitting next to you, handing you something you mentioned wanting, glaring at anybody bothering you. In his mind, actions matter more than words.

* Jeff absolutely thrives off attention. Compliment him once and he’ll pretend it means nothing while internally replaying it for the next six months. Insult him once and he’ll remember it forever.

* Even though he acts intimidating constantly, Jeff is secretly dramatic as hell. Slamming doors, blasting music after arguments, staring out windows like he’s in a music video, he fully commits to the angst.

* Jeff’s possessive in subtle ways too. Borrowing your hoodie and never giving it back, putting his arm around you in crowded places, interrupting conversations because he wants your focus on him instead.

* Jeff pretends he doesn’t care what people think, but honestly? Half of his personality is built around trying to look untouchable. Underneath all the arrogance and control issues, he’s terrified of looking weak.

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A/N: hello! this is what i have been secretly working on! :) welcome back to mee! 🤍

[gardanofeden]

HEY!!! long time no see, i edited tim 😭 HAPPY NEW YEAR AND HAPPY FEBRUARY!!

so life gets in the way of writing and sometimes depression can slowly kick your butt, but IM FEELING BETTER!! probably gonna start working on some more fics soon, if i disappear again im not dead!!! i love and missed you guys SO MUCH! hope i am forgiven <3 STAY BEAUTIFUL!!!

p.s i made this edit please don’t steal it, if you do please give me credit.

song: you’re so cool by nicole dollanganger

[noctiva]

sorry I think it’s hot when guys adjust their dick in their pants but maybe that’s because I’m a pervert idk

[gardanofeden]

Alex Kralie x !Fem Reader

CW: NSFW, slight blood warning, sex in rosswood, passionate, slight choking

Word Count: 1,115

A/N: hi guys, im still dealing with some issues behind the scenes but all is well. hopefully this fills some space?

You find yourself wandering through the dense Rosswood Forest, the sun filtering through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air is thick with the scent of pine and earth, and the only sounds are the distant calls of birds and the crunch of leaves under your feet. Suddenly, you notice a strange, rusty stain on a nearby tree trunk. It's blood, you realize with a jolt of panic. Your heart races as you follow the trail of blood deeper into the forest, the trees growing denser and more oppressive with each step.

As you round a bend, you see a figure standing in a small clearing. It's Alex Kralie, his back turned to you. He seems to be examining something on the ground. You approach cautiously, your footsteps muffled by the thick undergrowth. As you get closer, you see that he's looking at a small, bloody handprint on a rock.

"Alex?" you call out, your voice barely above a whisper. He turns to face you, his eyes dark and intense. There's a mix of relief and frustration in his expression.

"Thank god you're here," he says, his voice tight. "I've been looking for you. We need to stick together out here."

You nod, feeling a surge of both comfort and unease at his words. He takes your hand, his grip firm and reassuring, and leads you deeper into the forest. As you walk, you can't help but notice the way his muscles tense beneath his clothing, the way his jaw clenches as if he's holding back a storm of emotions.

The trail of blood leads you to a small, hidden cave. Alex pulls you inside, the darkness enveloping you. You can hear the distant drip of water and the rustle of unseen creatures. Alex's hand finds yours in the dark, his touch grounding you.

"We need to rest," he says, his voice low and gruff. "It's not safe out there."

You settle down on the cold ground, leaning against him. His body is warm and solid, a comfort in the unsettling darkness. As you sit there, you can feel the tension in him, the way his body is coiled tight, ready to spring at any moment.

"What's wrong, Alex?" you ask softly, your hand resting on his arm.

He lets out a shuddering breath, his body trembling slightly. "It's just... everything. This place, the blood, the unknown. It's too much."

You feel a surge of empathy and something more, a deep yearning to ease his pain. You lean in, your lips brushing against his cheek. He turns to face you, his eyes searching yours in the dim light. There's a moment of hesitation, a silent question, before his mouth crashes down on yours, hungry and desperate.

His hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as his tongue explores your mouth. You can taste the salt of his sweat, the faint metallic tang of blood. The kiss is fierce, a battle of wills and desires, and you match him stroke for stroke, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

He pulls away suddenly, his breath ragged. "I need you," he growls, his voice rough with need. "I need to feel you, to know you're real."

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. He pushes you gently onto the ground, his body covering yours. His hands roam over your curves, tracing the lines of your body as if committing them to memory. You arch into his touch, your body aching with desire.

He tears at your clothes, his movements frantic and desperate. You help him, your fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers until you're both bare, your skin pressing against each other. His mouth finds yours again, his kisses deep and consuming, stealing your breath.

His hands are everywhere, exploring, teasing, driving you mad with need. You can feel his hardness pressing against you, the promise of what's to come. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him closer, deeper.

He groans, a sound of pure need, and shifts his hips, positioning himself at your entrance. With one swift thrust, he's inside you, filling you completely. You cry out, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves you gasping.

He starts to move, his hips thrusting in a relentless rhythm. Each stroke is deep and powerful, hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. You can feel the tension building, your body coiling tighter and tighter with each movement.

His hands find your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. The sensation is intense, a rush of endorphins that heightens every nerve ending. You can feel your orgasm building, the pressure almost too much to bear.

"Alex," you moan, your voice hoarse with need. "Please, don't stop."

He increases his pace, his hips slamming against yours, his fingers tightening around your throat. The world narrows down to this moment, this feeling, the two of you lost in a sea of pleasure and desperation.

You orgasm with a cry, your body convulsing around him, waves of pleasure crashing over you. He follows soon after, his body tensing as he spills his hot seed inside you, his groan of release echoing in the small cave.

He collapses on top of you, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against your chest.

As you lie there, the world slowly comes back into focus. The drip of water, the rustle of leaves, the distant calls of birds. You realize that, despite the blood and the unknown, you feel safe in his arms. You feel like you've found a piece of yourself that you didn't know was missing.

Alex lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours. There's a softness there, a vulnerability that makes your heart ache. He leans down, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle, tender kiss.

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. "For being here, for being you."

You smile, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Always," you reply softly. "I'll always be here."

As you hold each other in the dim light of the cave, you know that, no matter what lies ahead, you'll face it together. The blood, the unknown, the challenges of Rosswood—none of it can could ever replace what you’ve learned from Alex. The warmth of his presence brings you a sense of peace of mind, a feeling you haven’t felt since the filming began. In this moment, you are each other's strength, each other's sanctuary, each other's everything.

[gardanofeden]

Ticci Toby x !Fem Reader

CW: NSFW, slight cnc, public, angst, forest sex, dominance

Word Count: 1,344

A/N: hi, another short one today, been dealing with a massive stomachache and feeling a little tired. big stuff coming soon.

The forest was dense and dark, the musty fog clinging to your skin as you walked deeper into the unknown. The moonlight barely pierced the canopy, casting eerie shadows that danced around you. You were lost, and the only sound was the crunch of leaves under your feet and the distant hoot of an owl. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows—a tall, imposing silhouette with a familiar gait. It was Ticci Toby, his eyes glinting with a mix of anger and something more primal.

"Toby?" you called out, your voice barely above a whisper.

He stopped, his back still turned to you. "What are you doing here?" he growled, his voice laced with frustration.

"I... I got lost," you admitted, your heart pounding in your chest. "I didn't mean to intrude."

Toby turned to face you, his expression unreadable in the dim light. "You always do this, don't you? Show up when you're not wanted."

You took a step back, feeling the sting of his words. "Toby, I'm sorry. I just—"

"Just what?" he interrupted, taking a step closer. "You think you can just wander into my world and everything will be okay?"

You shook your head, feeling a lump form in your throat. "No, I—"

Before you could finish, Toby closed the distance between you, his hand gripping your chin tightly. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" he muttered, his thumb brushing against your lip.

You couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement mixed with fear. "Toby, please—"

"Please what?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Please stop? Please continue?"

You couldn't answer, your mind racing with a mix of emotions. Toby's grip on your chin tightened, and he forced your head back, exposing your neck. His lips found your pulse point, and he bit down gently, sending a shiver down your spine.

"You're playing with fire, you know that?" he murmured against your skin. "You should be careful what you wish for."

You let out a soft moan, your body betraying you as it pressed against his. Toby's hand moved from your chin to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it tightly. He walked you backward until your back hit a tree, the rough bark digging into your skin.

"Toby," you gasped, your eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire.

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. "What do you want from me?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

You hesitated, your mind racing. "I... I want you," you finally admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

Toby's eyes flashed with something primal, and he crushed his lips against yours in a fierce, demanding kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, exploring and claiming, while his hand remained wrapped around your throat, controlling your every breath.

You moaned into his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders as you kissed him back with equal ferocity. Toby's other hand roamed your body, squeezing and caressing as he explored every curve. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, biting and sucking as he marked you.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice laced with possession. "Do you understand?"

You nodded, your body aching with need. "Yes, Toby. I'm yours."

He spun you around, pressing your chest against the tree as he ground his hard length against your ass. His hands roamed your body, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples through your clothes. You arched your back, pressing into his touch, desperate for more.

Toby's hand moved to your waist, his fingers deftly unbuckling your belt and unbuttoning your pants. He pushed them down, along with your underwear, exposing your bare ass to the cool night air. His hand came down on your cheek with a sharp smack, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see you on your knees, begging for my cock."

You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his as you slowly sank to your knees. The forest floor was damp and cold, but you barely noticed, your focus solely on Toby. You reached for his belt, your hands trembling as you unbuckled it and pushed his pants down, freeing his hard cock.

Toby's hand tangled in your hair, guiding your head forward as you took him into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty pre-cum that beaded at the slit. He groaned, his hips bucking as you took him deeper, your mouth stretching to accommodate his size.

"You're so good at that," he praised, his voice laced with approval. "Keep going, don't stop."

You bobbed your head, taking him deeper with each pass, your saliva coating his length as you sucked and licked. Toby's grip on your hair tightened, his hips moving in sync with your movements as he fucked your mouth.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his voice rough with pleasure. "Just like that. Take it all."

You relaxed your throat, taking him as deep as you could, your nose brushing against his pubic bone. Toby's hips stuttered, and he pulled back, his cock slipping from your mouth with a wet pop.

"Stand up," he commanded, his voice firm. "I want to see you."

You rose to your feet, your body trembling with anticipation. Toby's eyes roamed your body, taking in every inch of you. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of your breast before pinching your nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

"You're so fucking wet for me," he murmured, his hand moving down to cup your pussy. "I can feel your heat from here."

You moaned, your hips bucking against his hand as he teased your clit with his fingers. Toby's other hand wrapped around your throat, his grip tight as he forced your head back, exposing your neck to him.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he growled, his voice laced with dominance. "And you're going to take every inch of me, aren't you?"

You nodded, your body aching with need. "Yes, Toby. Please."

He spun you around, pressing your chest against the tree as he kicked your legs apart. You felt the head of his cock press against your entrance, and you pushed back, impaling yourself on him with a single thrust.

"Fuck!" you cried out, your body stretching to accommodate his size. "Toby, you're so big."

He gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he began to move. Each thrust was deep and powerful, his hips slapping against your ass as he claimed you. You moaned, your body meeting his thrusts as you chased your pleasure.

Toby's hand moved to your clit, his fingers rubbing and teasing as he fucked you. You cried out, your body on the edge of orgasm as he pushed you higher and higher.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."

You screamed, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashed over you. Toby's grip on your hips tightened, and he thrust into you once, twice more before stilling, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside you.

You collapsed against the tree, your body spent and sated. Toby pulled out, his cum dripping down your thighs as he turned you to face him. He cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he looked into your eyes.

"You're mine," he murmured, his voice soft. "Always remember that."

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "I won't forget, Toby. I promise."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling back. "Good. Now, let's get you out of here. It's late, and you need to rest."

You nodded, allowing him to lead you out of the forest, your body still tingling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. As you walked, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, knowing that you belonged to Toby, and he to you.

[gardanofeden]

Eyeless Jack x !Fem Reader

TW: BLOOD!!

CW: NSFW, implied cannibalism, biting, knife play, bondage???, abandoned after sex, fear play

Word Count: 1,423

A/N: hi everyone, happy kinktober! i have never done one of these before as im a new writer but hopefully day one goes well! thank you everyone for being patient with me, im trying to push out some new content but im busy with school and that sucks. hopefully i can get done with my school stuff by the end of this month? maybe..we shall see. stay tuned though, ive got some great ideas for the next couple days! thank you!

You wake up with a start, your heart pounding in your chest. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of decay and something else—something metallic. As your vision adjusts, you realize you're in an abandoned hospital room. The walls are peeling, and the floor is stained with what you hope is just old paint. Your arms are restrained, strapped to a cold metal bed. Panic surges through you, but before you can scream, a figure emerges from the shadows.

Eyeless Jack stands over you, his form towering and menacing. His eyes are blank, empty sockets, yet there's an intensity in his presence that sends shivers down your spine. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear.

"Welcome back," he whispers, his voice a low growl. "I've been waiting for you."

Before you can react, he moves between your legs, his hands rough and demanding as they hike up your skirt. You try to struggle, but the restraints hold you fast. His fingers are cold as they brush against your inner thigh, and you can't help the gasp that escapes your lips.

"Shh," he murmurs, his touch moving higher. "Let me take care of you."

His head dips, and you feel his breath against your most intimate place. Then, without warning, his tongue flicks out, tasting you. You arch against the restraints, a moan tearing from your throat. His mouth is hungry, devouring you with a fervor that borders on desperation. You can feel his teeth grazing your sensitive flesh, the slight sting of his bites sending waves of pleasure and pain through your body.

He pulls back, his lips glistening, and you see the faint red marks left by his teeth. A shiver of anticipation runs through you as he reaches for a knife, the blade glinting in the dim light. He runs the flat of the blade along your thigh, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of his touch.

"Trust me," he says, his voice low and hypnotic. "I know what you need."

He presses the blade against your skin, just enough to break the surface. You hiss in pain, but it quickly turns to pleasure as he leans down, licking the bead of blood that wells up. His eyes, though empty, seem to burn into yours, and you find yourself unable to look away.

He continues his exploration, the knife and his mouth working in tandem, leaving a trail of bites and shallow cuts. Each one sends a jolt of sensation through you, your body aching with need. You can feel the wetness between your legs, the throbbing of your clit, and you know he can sense your arousal.

Suddenly, he sits up, his movements fluid and predatory. He undoes his belt, the sound of leather against leather echoing in the silent room. You watch, breathless, as he frees himself, his cock hard and ready. He positions himself at your entrance, his eyes locked on yours.

"Ready?" he asks, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

You nod, your heart racing. He pushes into you, filling you completely. You cry out, the sensation overwhelming. He begins to move, his hips thrusting against yours, the metal of the bed frame creaking with each forceful stroke. The knife is still in his hand, and he uses it to tease your skin, the threat of its edge adding an extra sense of danger to your pleasure.

His bites become more insistent, his teeth sinking into your flesh with each thrust. You can feel the blood pooling under your skin, the warmth of it mixing with the heat of your arousal. He leans down, capturing your nipple in his mouth, biting down hard. You scream, the pain and pleasure mingling into a heady cocktail that leaves you dizzy.

He continues to fuck you, his pace relentless. The knife darts out, tracing patterns on your skin, the threat of deeper cuts always there, always tantalizing. You can feel your orgasm building, your body coiled tight and ready to snap.

"Come for me," he growls, his voice rough with need. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."

And you do. You shatter, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over you. He follows soon after, his release hot and deep inside you. He collapses on top of you, his breath ragged, his body slick with sweat.

As you lie there, panting and sated, he pulls back, a satisfied smile on his face. He runs a finger along the cuts he's made, collecting the blood. He brings it to his lips, tasting you once more.

And with that, he disappears into the shadows, leaving you alone in the abandoned hospital, your body marked and aching, your mind a whirl of pleasure and pain.

You lie there on the cold metal bed, your body still throbbing from the intense encounter, when suddenly, the door creaks open. Eyeless Jack steps back into the room, his presence even more menacing than before. His eyes, though empty, seem to bore into you, and you can sense a new hunger in him—a hunger for more than just your body.

"Did you think I was done with you?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Oh no, my dear. We're just getting started."

He approaches the bed, his movements predatory and deliberate. You try to shrink back, but the restraints hold you fast. He leans over you, his breath hot on your face, and you can see the faint glint of a knife in his hand.

"Let's play a game," he murmurs, his lips curling into a smirk. "A game of pain and pleasure. Of life and death."

He runs the blade along your arm, the metal cold and unyielding. You flinch, but he holds you steady, his grip like a vice. The knife presses deeper, and you feel the sting of the cut, the warm trickle of blood.

"Beautiful," he whispers, his tongue darting out to lick the blood from the blade. "So sweet and tempting."

He continues to cut, each slice precise and deliberate. You cry out, the pain sharp and all-consuming. But with each cut, he leans down, his mouth capturing yours in a fierce, demanding kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, tasting you, claiming you. The contrast between the pain and the pleasure leaves you dizzy, your body aching with need.

He moves lower, his knife tracing patterns on your stomach, your thighs. Each cut is a new sensation, a new wave of pain and pleasure. You can feel your body responding, your nipples hardening, your clit throbbing. He notices, a dark chuckle escaping his lips.

"Such a responsive little thing," he murmurs, his fingers brushing against your sensitive flesh. "Let's see how far we can push you."

He increases the intensity, his cuts deeper, his bites harder. You can feel the blood pooling, the warmth of it seeping onto the metal bed, loud drops of blood hitting the floor. He leans down, his mouth capturing your breast, his teeth sinking into your flesh.

He moves between your legs, his cock hard and ready. He enters you with a single, forceful thrust, filling you completely. You cry out, the sensation overwhelming. His movements become more aggressive and angry as he pounds into you, filling and stretching your sensitive skin. You whine in pain, unable to move or shift. Jack’s teeth are sharp as they continue to bite down into your skin, hard and painful.

You can feel your orgasm building, your body coiled tight and ready to snap. Jack growls and digs his nails deep into your shoulder, gripping at your flesh, becoming blood hungry as he thrusts into you faster. You scream in pain as your legs shake in pleasure as you come to your orgasm. Jack looks up at you with his empty black eyes, and pulls out of you roughly, not before cumming inside of you. He growls at you once again as he jumps down from the bed, pulling himself back together. You shake in fear, as you watch him leave the room again.

You lay cold and sticky with blood, watching the bright light above your body as you hear the slow drips of blood drip onto the tile floor. You lay in painful pleasure, hoping Jack would come back for you, maybe to take after you. Time moved slower and slower as you slowly grew more in fear and panic rose in your heart. Jack never came back for you.

[sugarxseance]

god forbid a girl is a grotesque little freak on tumblr

[gardanofeden]

Jeff the Killer x !Fem Reader

CW: NSFW, CNC, slapping, knife play with blood, extreme dominance, forest sex

Word Count: 1,393

A/N: HEY!! long time no write, but im back. sorry i couldn’t make this longer, im tired and trying to get done with school as fast as i can. i hope you enjoy this, i heard the girlies still yearn for the jeff and so do i. please blow up my inbox if anyone has any requests!!

You find yourself deep in the heart of a dense, foreboding forest, the canopy above blocking out most of the sunlight, casting dappled shadows across the uneven ground. The air is thick with the scent of pine and decay, a heady mix that makes your senses reel. You're not sure how you ended up here, but you know that Jeff is somewhere nearby, and the thought sends a shiver down your spine.

As you walk deeper into the woods, the sound of your own heartbeat fills your ears, a steady drumbeat of anticipation and fear. Suddenly, a rustling in the bushes startles you, and you spin around to see Jeff emerging from the shadows. His pale skin seems to glow in the dim light, and his eerie eyes bore into yours, pinning you in place.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawls, his voice low and dangerous. "A little lost girl in the big bad woods."

You try to back away, but your feet seem rooted to the spot. Jeff takes a step closer, his movements fluid and predatory. He reaches out, his long fingers wrapping around your wrist, and pulls you towards him. His other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so that you're forced to look up at him.

"Please, Jeff," you whisper, your voice trembling. "Don't hurt me."

A slow, cruel smile spreads across his face, and he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Oh, I'm going to hurt you, little one. But you're going to love every second of it."

With a rough shove, he pushes you to the ground, your back hitting the damp earth with a thud. Jeff straddles you, his knees pinning your arms to your sides, and you can feel the hard length of him pressing against your thigh. He leans down, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your neck, and you cry out, the pain sharp and sudden.

Jeff's hand tangles in your hair again, yanking your head to the side as he continues to bite and suck at your neck, marking you as his. You can feel the warm trickle of blood down your skin, and the metallic scent fills your nostrils, making your head spin. His other hand roams your body, rough and demanding, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples until they ache.

You buck your hips, trying to dislodge him, but it only seems to spur him on. Jeff sits up, his hands going to his belt, and you watch, wide-eyed, as he slowly unbuckles it, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft hiss. He pulls it free, doubling it over in his hand, and you know what's coming.

The first strike of the belt across your thighs is like a brand, searing and intense. You cry out, the sound echoing through the forest, and Jeff smirks down at you, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. He strikes you again and again, the belt leaving fiery welts across your skin, and you writhe beneath him, your body on fire with pain and something else, something darker and more primal.

Jeff tosses the belt aside and reaches for his knife, the blade glinting in the dim light. He presses the flat of it against your throat, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of your skin, and you swallow hard, your pulse fluttering wildly beneath the blade.

"Be a good little slut and don't move," he murmurs, his voice a low purr. "Or I might just slip and cut that pretty throat of yours."

You nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps, and Jeff smiles, his teeth sharp and white. He trails the knife down your body, the blade lightly scoring your skin, leaving thin red lines in its wake. You can feel the warmth of your own blood, the sticky wetness of it, and the sight of it seems to drive Jeff wild.

He tosses the knife aside and rips at your clothes, his movements rough and impatient. You're bare before him in seconds, your skin flushed and marked, and Jeff's eyes roam over your body, taking in every bruise and scrape, every drop of blood.

"Fuck, you're a mess," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "And I'm going to make you an even bigger one."

He reaches for his cock, stroking it slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. You watch, transfixed, as he works himself, his hand moving with a practiced ease. He leans down, his lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss, and you can taste the coppery tang of your own blood on his tongue.

Jeff reaches between your legs, his fingers rough and demanding as they probe and tease, spreading your wetness across your thighs. He thrusts two fingers into you, curling them to hit that sweet spot deep inside, and you moan, your hips bucking against his hand.

"Please, Jeff," you beg, your voice a desperate whimper. "I need you inside me."

He smirks, his fingers stilling, and you cry out in protest. "Oh, you'll get me inside you, little one. But first, you're going to earn it."

He pulls his fingers free, bringing them to his mouth, and sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. You watch, mesmerized, as he licks and sucks, tasting you, and the sight of it makes your core clench with need.

Jeff reaches for his knife again, and you tense, your breath catching in your throat. He presses the blade against your inner thigh, the point just piercing the skin, and you can feel the warm trickle of blood down your leg. He leans down, his tongue lapping at the wound, cleaning it, and the sensation is electric, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

He trails the knife up your body, the blade lightly scoring your skin, and you can feel the warmth of your own blood, the sticky wetness of it, and the sight of it seems to drive Jeff wild. He tosses the knife aside and straddles you, his cock pressing against your entrance, and you can feel the head of him, hot and hard, probing at your opening.

"Please, Jeff," you beg again, your voice a desperate plea. "Make me yours."

He smirks, his hips flexing, and he drives into you with a single, brutal thrust. You cry out, the sound torn from your throat, and Jeff stills, his cock pulsing inside you, stretching you, filling you.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans, his voice a low growl. "And so wet. You love this, don't you? You love being my little fucktoy."

You nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps, and Jeff smiles, his teeth sharp and white. He begins to move, his hips snapping against yours, his cock driving into you with a relentless rhythm. You can feel every inch of him, the ridged length of his shaft, the thick head of his cock, and the sensation is overwhelming, pushing you to the brink of overload.

Jeff leans down, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your breast, and you cry out, the pain sharp and sudden. He sucks and bites, marking you, claiming you, and the sensation is electric, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. You can feel your orgasm building, your body coiling tight, and Jeff seems to sense it, his movements becoming more erratic, more demanding.

His fingers reach for your clit, they’re rough and demanding as they touch you teasingly and you can feel the pressure building, the sensation of too much, of overstimulation. You buck your hips, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

"Cum for me, little one," he murmurs, his voice a low purr. "Let me feel that tight little cunt milk my cock."

You cry out, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of pleasure washing through you, leaving you boneless and spent. Jeff groans, his hips stuttering, and you can feel the hot pulse of his release, the warm spill of his seed deep inside you.

He collapses on top of you, his body heavy and slick with sweat, and you can feel the rapid thud of his heartbeat against your own. You lie there, panting and sated, your body aching and marked, and Jeff's soft chuckle rumbles against your ear.

[gardanofeden]

school been kicking my booty lately! new fic soon, i promise. if anyone has any requests, you’re always welcome to send them. stay tuned beauties!

[noctiva]

Tim…getting dicked down and he blows smoke in ur face :) sharing a cig too..

me personally I’m nutting on the spot. sigh. tim giving you a hit off of his smoke mid fuck… me when…

[gardanofeden]

need that!

[gardanofeden]

Tim Wright/Masky x !Fem Reader x Brian Thomas/Hoodie

CW:NSFW, severe degradation, HUGE cnc warning, cum dumping, kinda public, threesome

Word Count: 2,551

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."

[hypnosc]

Your brain is lying to you, you really are cute and breedable I promise. 🤝

[daily-brim]

Brian and Tim meet Hatsune Miku? :)

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