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—༒︎ Jade/Rat/Ratmilk You can call me any of these three! People usually pick Jade which is totally fine with me. I’m 23, currently just trying to build a little community and have fun sharing the nasty thoughts about my favorite fictional men and women. I’m only active here, I dont have any other accounts anywhere else so you can find me here on tumblr!

—༒︎ I write NSFW and SFW fanfics, mainly NSFW but I do like sfw headcannons and just sharing with you all of how I see the creeps! I only do creepypasta fanfiction but I might dabble in some other fandoms one day, but for now, you can expect exclusively creepypasta content here! I write for Toby, Ben, Hoodie/Brian, Masky/Tim, LJ, EJ, and Jeff.

—༒︎ I love music, video games, writing. I’m going to school to be a nail tech and I love various forms of art and expression! My fav animal is the orca (ocean animals are my favs). I also practice witchcraft and I am a Hekate devotee! I also worship Aphrodite, Hades and Apollo. I respect all as long as you respect me as well 🤍

—༒︎ Media I like Creepypasta, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Breaking Bad, The Walking Dead, Dragon Ball Z/S, Madoka Magica, MLP, Monster High, Legend of Zelda ⋆｡°✩

Things you can expect in my fics

—༒︎ Toxic and dark themes, gore, body horror, heavy kinks, lighter kinks, softer content, all sorts of variety. I’m fairly new here so I dont have a large portfolio yet, but more is coming!

—༒︎ Things I wont do: Creep x Creep, OC x Creep, OC x OC, ddlg, scat, SA, piss, pedophilia, beastiality, pregnant themes, no furry content, animal hybrids, etc.

—༒︎ Requests are open! My inbox is always free to come spew whatever thoughts you want, ideas and things you want to see, I’ll try my best to get to your ask but I do ask for some patience, I deal with burnout easily so it could be some time before I get to you!

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I hope you have fun here! This is a safe space for anyone and everyone. My goal here is to create a online community with people who share their love for this fandom, and have a safe space to come to no matter what you’re going through in life! Think of my account as a little escape from reality, and I hope it brings you comfort and happiness. Thank you for reading if you’ve gotten this far! I love you all

✩࿐Eyeless Jack Headcannons (nsfw content 18+)

Physical Appearance

•EJ is the tallest of the creeps, standing at a height of 6’5 and build like a monster. In the best way. His arms are thick, muscled and chiseled to an inhumane type of perfection. Being a demon, creature, monster, whatever you call him, he is extremely strong. His biceps nearly rip the sleeves of his shirts, pecs stretching the fabric between them, and you can clearly see his abs through any shirt if they’re tight enough.

•Even with his muscular stature, its not to the point of looking too bugly or engorged. He doesn’t look like a body builder, but rather looks extremely fit and athletic. His fingers are long and slender but big enough to hold almost your whole cranium in one hand. His hands have veins that go from his fingers, all the way up his forearm and slowly disappears before they hit his elbows.

•EJ’s skin is an ash gray, with a cool toned tint of blue that shows up best in the infirmary lighting thanks to the bright whiteness that highlight it. It’s not void of life like you’d assume with someone who has gray skin, its quite the opposite. It’s almost vibrant and when he’s flustered, the way he blushes makes his skin run a little bit darker, hotter and with this deep red hue that shows under the surface. Just slightly.

•Jack’s hair is dark brown, very dark brown. It’s neatly kept, short, and straight. He combs it every morning and washes it every night before bed. It’s swooped over to the side just a bit, but so short it spikes up no matter what he tries to do.

•He has no eyes. Just sockets. However, despite it somehow he can still see almost too well. I can’t explain how or why, but he can. He notices everything, the way your skin pulses with your heartbeat, the subtlest changes in your skin when you blush. You can’t hide it from him if you tried.

•He wears all black. Mainly hoodies, jeans, and plain tshirts with no designs on them. All solid black. His shirts are usually tighter, as its pretty hard to find ones that arent with his size. As I said before, sometimes they look grafted onto his skin, like they were painted on. Sometimes they’re a little looser, only allowing small peeks into his firm muscle. The fabric drapes over them just right to where you’re left guessing what the rest looks like.

•In the infirmary he makes it a point to wear black scrubs. He wont wear anything else. They’re not as nice as the ones hospitals have, they’re worn out and obviously loved to death but thats all he has.

•He’s often quite relaxed. When he sits, he doesnt sit up straight, he leans back and man spreads, often puts his hands behind his head as he does. The way his legs form the perfect cushions while sitting make his lap a perfect spot to curl up. He loves to hold you as you nuzzle into them.

•Long pointed ears that look elven. They extend past his head and stick out, and upwards just enough to notice them when he’s facing you head on. They’re not long enough to see from all angles, but definitely recognizable in a silouhette.

•Jack’s teeth appear human, however, his canines are elongated and sharp. They’re vampiric when in his resting state. But when he’s in heat/hungry/hunting? All of them sharpen into what would resemble somewhat like shark teeth. Jagged, barbed and pointed.

•Long tongue. Not just that. But three of them. Three thick globs of flesh that slither out like tentacles, they’re black, girthy and quite long. Long enough to spiral in complete circles in your mouth multiple times. With every tongue that’s used, his sense of taste is enhanced.

•Black claws. At all times, he has short and almost wolf-like claws that only extend maybe half an inch from the nail bed, but similarly to his teeth, they elongate with certain stimuli to become deadly weapons to snag and tear into flesh.

Mannerisms and Behaviors

•PURRS. He purrs when he’s relaxed, pleased, comfy. It’s not like a cat purr, its deeper, more monstrous, but it’s actually very comforting to hear regardless. Its rare that he does it, comes out only when he is in full trust of you. Consider it sacred

•Ear twitches. They just happen to flick from time to time. When he’s deep in focus, when he’s stressed, pleased, happy, grumpy, tense even. There’s tons of different scenarios as to which it happens. It makes him feel less threatening, but he chooses to ignore it.

•The quietest of all the creeps. He doesn’t talk much, but rather prefers to lurk and observe. If he does speak, he does it in short and concise sentences. Often replying with one word answers or extremely forward and blunt phrases that communicate exactly what he thinks without needing cushion behind it. You never have to question what his true feelings or thoughts about something are, because you will know. He might seem rude at first, but really it just takes time to get his soft side to peek through.

•Cuddly. Jack might seem closed off when it comes to physical affection at first but when you get in there, you’re in there. He nuzzles into your neck, your tummy, the main places where you give off heat are his favorite spots to relax. Especially between your thighs, he’ll rest his head there casually and just soak in the warmth of your skin. A hard day in the infirmary is a garunteed 6 hour cuddle session where he pulls you in with his strong arms, and holds you. That’s his favorite way to unwind.

•Loves plants and nature. Jack takes frequent walks out in the woods, in the gardens, anywhere he can really soak in the beauty and stillness of nature. His favorite is the river that runs behind the mansion, he often goes back there and sits in the quiet. Only listening to the sounds of the water, birds and wildlife going about their natural habitat. It’s the one place aside from you that he can get away from the chaos, and find a moment of peace.

•Eats frozen meats, but highly prefers live feed. Jack is a seasonal hunter, during the spring-fall months, he’s on his grind to hunt and eat live animals or humans. Winter is when he stocks up the deep freeze to eat the frozen meats when theres a lack of people on the trails and all the animals are in hibernation. It’s his least favorite month food wise, but it sustains him just enough.

•When he’s hungry, he’s dangerous. If it’s been too long without a full meal, he gets tense. Jaw tightened and arms rock hard, he has to fight the urge to devour everyone in sight, including you. During these times, he refuses to let you near him. He can smell you from across the mansion and the closer you get to him, the stronger you get. The harder he has to fight.

•You are the most appetizing meal to him, but he cant and refuses to eat you. When he first meets you, you smell just like everyone else. But when the feelings start growing, your pheromones grow stronger, more savory and irresistible to him. It makes it a lot harder for him to contain himself, which is why having sex with him is so risky. Thats when your delightful scent at its highest, its most potent and saturated.

•He doesn’t eat any human foods, except black coffee. Although it does nothing for him in terms of caffiene, he likes the dark, bitter taste and you’ll find it in mugs nearby when he’s at work, or in his room. It’s a calming beverage for him.

•He’s hard to get close to. Doesnt have many, if any friends. No romantic interests. Jack doesn’t feel romantic attraction often, and that is putting it lightly. He’s so in control of his emotions (aside from the primal, monstrous ones) that he doesn’t let himself love. But it is possible, you just have to be made for him. You have to be special.

Romance/Relationships

•Surprisingly sweet. He shows his affections in quiet action, but also in grossly cute ways. One of those would be love letters and poems, writing them in his neat handwriting, paired with a flower picked from the woods and set at your desk. He wont ever do it in person, he’s fantastic with words but often times when its verbal, it doesnt come naturally. Writing it out helps him communicate in a way thats more poetic and long winded in contrast to his blunt demeanor otherwise

•Doesn’t eat it, but he’ll cook for you a lot. Not always, but he tries to make sure you’re taken care of and healthy. Though, when he does cook, its not always your favorites, but rather, things that are actually good for you. A carb, a protien, and a vegetable every time. Except on special occasions, you get your little cheat meals where he makes you whatever you want.

•Lets you steal his clothes. With him being so massive, most of the time his clothes are baggy on you. You steal a tshirt to wear to bed, and he finds you in the kitchen with it draped over you like a nightgown. Or a hoodie you stole when all of yours were dirty and it swallows you whole. It’s almost like you’re soft-branded when you wear his clothes, it makes him feel like youre his.

•Big on communication. Fights dont exist when you’re with EJ, he wont let it get to that point. You give him a look, or so much as breathe differently and he’s asking you about it. There’s no way to hide significant amounts of information from him and if you try, its a big ick for him. He values honesty, straightforward communication and integrity. Keeping secrets and deliberately hiding or trying to mislead him deeply upsets him.

•EJ solves conflicts with sit down, calm, respectful conversation. Theres no voice raising, theres no mean words or insults. Its mature, its healthy, and its productive. There’s not a time where he lets you go to bed crying, or lets you fester and spiral if he can help it. Every problem always has a solution and when there isnt an easy one? He comes up with the most optimal compromise he can think of.

•Thinks girls with high energy are cute. If you’re a little bubbly and hyper, he might find you adorable. Though, theres a thin line between him finding it annoying and finding it endearing.

•Also really likes the opposite, calm, level headed and quiet.

•Protective. Jack hates to see you hurt, he might not show it with big gestures, but if he were to find you in a situation where he could have helped but didn’t make it in time, it would drive him nuts. For example: Say you got into a fight with someone, and he wasnt home. It would pain him to come back to see you in waiting for him with wounds and bruises. The first thing he’d do is patch you up. While he sits there, his jaw is tightened, teeth clenched against each other while he works. His hands are eerily steady and make sure he has no room for error. He says: “If I were there, this wouldn’t have happened,” and thats it. He wont speak again until you’re cleaned up.

•Handles you gently. Or— Tries to. Jack knows his own strength for the most part, but he might hug you a little too tightly, might hold your hand a little too hard, or when he kisses you, his lips press against yours a little too firmly. His grip is always firm, but never harmful. It feels secure, protective, assertive.

•Not usually jealous. Jack doesn’t waste time with a lover if he doesnt trust them. He knows you’re his, he knows he has you wrapped around his finger and doesn’t get upset if you hang around the other guys. He might not prefer that you spend your time with Jeff, but regardless, he wont do anything about it. To be with Jack means he trusts you completely, even with other guys.

•Is possessive. He might not be jealous, but everyone has to know you’re his. In a gathering, he prefers when you sit on his lap. As a gift, he might give you a necklace with his initials for you to wear. Someone flirts with you, he watches silently to see you set them straight. Though, when you’re Jack’s girl, its such a rare sight to see him with someone, nobody can ignore it. Its usually a bigger deal than normal, and nobody dares to tread on his territory.

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•Dominant. Jack isn’t an aggressive dom, but more of a quiet middle ground between hard dom and soft dom. Everything he does is with the intent to control you, to make sure he has the say in what you’re feeling, seeing, tasting, smelling even.

•Uses his strength way more than normal. Jack will pin you down to where you can’t even consider trying to move. His hands grip your wrists, holding them over your head with an iron fist that feels like trying to fight concrete. He presses his weight into you to ensure he has you right where he wants you, and you can’t do shit about it. If you find yourself in his hands, consider yourself trapped.

•The first time you two fuck, he warns you over and over. He wont say no, but he will tell you that sex with him isn’t like having sex with the others. It’s risky, painful and dangerous.

•Dick big af. Jack has a monstrous size, though, its not cartoonishly so. It’s long, extremely thick and veiny. It can hardly fit inside but somehow he does it without hurting you too much. The strech is always criminal, filling you up in a way that makes you feel like you might tear. Though he might not say it, he loves the risk.

•PERIOD SEX, oh he loves it. He’s not ashamed of it either. If he smells it on you, he’s going in wether you’re shy about it or not. He’s big on eating it out too, especially when you’re on your period. The way it tastes is different than any other blood he’s had. It sweeter, stronger, more intense. Its nothing short of irresistible.

•When you start, it doesn’t stop for many hours. Jack doesn’t have human stamina, he doesn’t get tired easily, he doesn’t get fatigued. His strength from when it begins is the same from when it ends. The only reason it ever stops is because you tap out.

•Jack has a hard time controlling his hunger when you’re splayed out all pretty for him. Your scent triggers a primal, animalistic instinct that makes him ache with the urge to devour you. Biting is unavoidable, drawing blood is just part of it. When he’s deep inside, he’s a mess of growls and snarls in an attempt not to completely rip you apart.

•Jack knows precisely what makes you squirm, what makes your cheeks flush red and what makes your whines pitch. He watches you intently to see which actions get what reactions. It’s like he’s experimenting on you, studying you to find what makes you fall apart for him.

•He touches with methodical hands. Every time you’re undressed for him, he’s studying you. His hands trail over your skin in admiration, analyzing your bone structure, how your flesh covers them, smells the blood thats rushing beneath the surface. His ears twitch with the sound of your pulse under his fingers. It’s all so beautiful to him in a scientific way, and a visually pleasing way.

•When its mating season, he has little concern over your wellbeing. During most times of the year, he’s very careful with you, very cautious about how rough he is. But when its the months where his libido is at its highest, he gets so horny, most of that concern is thrown out the window. Needless to say, when he’s done with you, you’re a brainless, bloody, bruised and sobbing mess.

•The only one of the creeps that gives exceptional aftercare. All the others offer it to varying degrees but Jack goes above and beyond with it. Bathing you, massaging you, feeding you, tending to any wounds, gives you water, medicine, holds you after. It’s not up for debate, it’s something he takes very seriously. All of it is done with a stoic silence, but the action is what matters.

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The Creep’s and their fave flowers (also them as flowers)

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Toby: Lily Of The Valley

Toby loves nature. I believe he would be one to go out in the woods with his small sketchbook and doodle his findings. Flowers, trees, animals. He isn’t super knowledgeable about the stuff he draws but sometimes they do strike curiosity in him. One day deciding to search up about these flowers, only to find out that they resonate with him quite a bit.

These flowers are beautiful, cute even. You wouldn’t expect them to be harmful or hurt you in any way, but turns out, they’re poisonous. They’re extremely dangerous to consume and could end up killing you if the conditions are right. Wonderful to touch and look at, but if eaten? It’s an ER trip within a few hours.

At first glance you wouldn’t assume Toby to be a massive threat. You might brush him off at first, ignore his threats and go about your day. But when he shows you what he can really do? You regret ever underestimating him, and you make sure to never cross him like that again.

Tim: Deep Red Roses

Tim is a lover of classics. Like black coffee and Marlboro Reds. He’s not much of a flower guy. But for some reason, he always finds dark red roses beautiful to look at. Sometimes while he’s on a nightly stroll, cigarette in hand, he’ll come across a bush of them and quite literally stop to smell the roses for just a brief moment. He’ll admire their dark beauty, seeing himself behind them.

Dark red roses are associated with unconscious beauty. Tim might be rough around the edges, tough and rugged. But lying behind it all is something that makes him alluring, a covert and hidden kind of inner beauty that gets burried by the years of layers that have hardened him. Despite it all, its what makes him so beautiful.

Some fail to see it, only choosing to recognize his ruggedness, his roughness and uncouth demeanor as something negative. But if they stop and appreciate who he is, as he is, they instead might see the years of fighting for survival, the darkness, the fear and troubles as something to be seen as rather powerful. Something to be proud of.

Brian: Clematis Flower (Leather Flower)

Brian enjoys plantlife. He appreciates it more than Tim does and often goes out of his way to admire it. He’ll be one to help EJ in the gardens, doing the yard work and watering the plants as instructed. He never used to care, but over time, he’s come to enjoy them. They make him feel a bit more human when he takes the time to remember their beauty and significance.

He’s quite fond of the Leather Flower. A flower that symbolizes cleverness, adaptability and perseverance. Brian is highly intelligent and witty as we know, and the leather flower is one he finds himself most drawn to. He never looked up the meaning or really did any research but, he just knows he likes it.

Brian is quick on his feet, swift in his thinking and comes up with practical solutions to problems before even Tim can whip up a plan. It’s one of his biggest strengths, and he knows it. The silent giant with a big brain and fast moving mind, always finding the perfect timing to drop in a sarcastic joke and have it land every single time. A perfect representation of the leather flower

Ben: Gerbera Daisies

Ben likes flowers, but he never goes outside to be able to see them. The only time he comes into contact with nature is when you bring him one as a gift, and he responds enthusiastically every time:

“Dude, this flower is so SICK!!” And he’ll set it on his desk where he can see it at all times.

Gerbera Daisies represent cheerfulness and childlike joy. While Ben is a sarcastic asshole almost constantly, he’s always radiating this oddly likeable and funny energy that makes him nearly impossible to fully hate. He’s smiley, he’s snarky, and so grossly charismatic it almost makes me sick LOL.

There’s rarely a time where he isn’t cracking a joke, being silly or loud. He’s allergic to quietness and calmness. It’s in his code to be the center of attention, bringing the light in a room where it’s much needed and providing the comedic relief in a sea of serious and brooding men. It makes him irresistible wether platonic or romantic.

Jeff: Spider Lilys

Jeff does not give a fuck about flowers. He couldn’t care less. Actually, he would stomp on one just to prove how much he doesn’t care, but secretly? He thinks Spider Lilys are pretty cool. He has a couple jackets with them as designs, in an edgy way of course, he wouldn’t be caught dead wearing them in a way that suggests softness or beauty. But he uses them as accessories on a few of his clothes.

Spider Lilys are a beacon for danger. If you see them, its a warning. It’s petals emit a toxic substance that when consumed, its extremely dangerous. And you know that plant should be avoided just by looking at it. It’s the same with Jeff. There’s nothing about him thats inviting, welcoming or hospitable. When you lay eyes on him, you know you’re fucked.

He’s pure aggression, hostility and full of bite. If you cross him, he wont be gentle. Hell, even if you dont cross him, he wont be gentle. Everything with Jeff is a gamble of if you’re getting his decent side for the day or his worst side. Nothing is stable, nothing is completely safe, he’s a walking warning sign.

EJ: Blue Lotus

EJ is in love with nature the most out of the seven. He will walk in the gardens all day and night if he could. He does extensive research on them too, learns about their meanings, how to care for them, where their native to. Everything there is to know, he knows. And his favorite is the Blue Lotus.

Blue Lotuses have medicinal properties, and he might even use them in his practice in the infirmary. They’re known to calm, to heal, to pain relieve. They also symbolize calmness, a quiet, steady mind. Jack is the only one who’s brain is quiet, whose emotions are under control, and who has a hard grip on themselves.

He is deeply intelligent. All of the creeps are in their own respective areas but Jack is intelligent all around. Academically, emotionally, mentally. All of his decisions are sound, thought out and calculated with precision and deep consideration. Doesnt act on instinct or impulse, he always takes his time, evaluates, observes. The calm in the midst of all the chaos.

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LJ: Sweet Pea

LJ also loves flowers. He doesn’t go outside much, if ever. But he loves to see the garden from his window, and when he’s feeling up to it, he’ll go down for a visit late at night when everyones sleeping. The mansion is quiet, the only one out there is him and the pretty flowers he can kneel to and admire. A big softie.

Sweet Peas symbolize bashfulness, sweetness and bliss. LJ is a recluse in the mansion in fear of being disliked. He’s often excluded, forgotten, but none realize that he is quite kind when you get past his scary outside and seemingly off-putting behavior. He uses fear to repell, but when someone breaks through it, they see him for his softness.

LJ is very protective of himself as well. He has an inner child that he shields fiercely, not letting anyone see unless he fully trusts you. His sweetness is overflowing after you break him though. Lovely gestures, fun drawings and doodles, he’s clingy and lovey. One of the only creeps that doesn’t fully belong where he is.

CW: BRAT TAMER TIM ALERT, pre-existing friendship, smoking, yelling, murder, gun play, fear play, chasing, choking, slapping, hair pulling, manhandling, forest sex, oral sex (both recieving) plot buildup.

Word Count: 7.3k

Summary: You’re sent with Tim, Brian and Toby on a small mission. It ends up going terribly and your defiance gets you in hot water with Tim. He decides to show you who’s in charge.

The leaves crunched under your boots, heavy feet trudging along through the grass and twigs that littered the ground. It was dark, foggy, and the mist all around you muddled your view from more than 5 feet in front of you. This mission was simple, just a delivery of papers to hang up in the woods to either deter or draw people in. All you had to do was nail them to the trees, how hard could it be?

Tim walked alongside you, hammer and box of nails in his hands as he did. It was just the two of you at the moment, Brian and Toby were off just a little ways away to cover more ground, but Tim was paired with you. Funnily enough, he chose you for this one over them. Lately you had been getting quite close, and he showed it by starting a conversation.

Tim cleared his throat, “I guess you’re settling in alright?”

You nodded, papers in hand as you curled the corner of one between your fingers, “Yeah, I’ll admit though, it’s definitely a lot louder than my old place” You smirked.

“Ah, yeah.” Tim tucked the hammer under his arm, holding it tightly against him as he pulled out a box of cigarettes, pulling one out and sticking it between his lips. He spoke with it in his mouth, “It gets pretty chaotic in there but hey. It's a roof over your head and food to eat” He rummaged through his tan jacket pocket, pulling out his lighter.

Chk, chk. You heard.

Tim took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling it through his nose “Definitely better than your old shit shack though” He smirked.

You hummed, corners of your lips curling up just a bit “How would you know?” The smell of smoke filled your nose, oddly, it was comforting.

“I’ve seen it” You weren't looking at him, but from the tone of his voice, you heard his small smile, “I have no idea how you stayed there, our shed in the garden is better than that place”

“Yeah? Well like you said, a roof over my head” You turned your head to look at him, eyeing the cigarette, you held your hand out, fingers pinched in request.

Tim paused, raising his brow at you. He didn’t share his cigs, especially not with strangers. He might lend one to Brian here and there but no one else. Ever.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re actually stingy with those,” You didn’t move your hand even when he glared at you, but reluctantly, he handed it over to you. “Thanks” You said before holding it to your lips, inhaling deeply before releasing it through your mouth. Tim was staring at you, you could feel it, his glare was so intense you could sense it without even looking at him. You couldn't tell what kind it was but damn, it was hard to ignore.

“These taste like shit” You chuckled, flicking the butt with your thumb and watched the ash fall to the soil.

“Excuse me?! Marlboro Reds are the best,” Tim reached over and snatched it from you “After that, don’t expect me to give you another one again” He joked, his tone was try but you knew he wasn't ENTIRELY serious, he was still smiling just slightly. You could hear it.

“Meh, I prefer Golds”

“Gold’s? What are you, a wimp?” He took another drag, “Those are for babies”

You laughed, approaching a tree, and held the paper up, “My bad for not preferring to feel suffocated by the Reds” Tim handed you the hammer and nails, “I prefer to be able to breathe”

“Bad for you regardless, but whatever you say, Hun” Tim said casually, taking the cigarette from his mouth, holding it between his fingers.

You nearly froze, cheeks blushed with pink. HUN. He never called you that before. It made the fingers that held the nail slightly falter, it dropped to the ground.

Tim exhaled through his nose in a brief laugh, “Really?”

“Shut up” You snapped briefly before rummaging through the leaves to find it, “As if you’ve never dropped a nail before”

“I haven’t actually” Lying, just trying to be an ass “It’s not a hard task if you ask me” Drag. Exhale, “Need me to do it for you?”

You found it, picking it up and standing upright before trying again, “Obviously not, I’ve got it” You held the nail right this time, taking the hammer and lightly tapping the paper into the tree.

“Look at that. I can’t believe it,” he teased.

“Shut up, Tim” You held back a smile, “Or should I call you Timothy?”

“Hell no, call me that and I’ll knock your fuckin teeth out” His tone was stern, actually serious.

“Lighten up, I was teasing you,” You lowered your hands and walked to the next tree. Tim was quiet after that, not out of annoyance but because he decided to stop distracting you so that you could fulfill the mission properly. He was a man of efficiency, less distractions, less time wasted.

It was nearly silent the whole time for this one, only the breeze taking the fog to brush along your face, and the taps of the hammer against the nail. Until you heard footsteps, which you ignored, it was Brian and Toby.

“H-Hey guys, we finished ou-our section, hows-s-sit goin over here?” Toby said as he approached the two of you, hands in his pockets.

“Slow” Tim side eyed you.

“To be expected, yeah” Brian was a little more lenient on you, “This is the first time she’s come with us,” He leaned on a tree, crossing his arms.

“I’ll help out” Toby jogged towards you, holding his hands out for the papers. You separated a stack for him as even as possible and held it to him—

Tim interjected “No, let her do it. She’s a big girl”

“It’d be nice to get home before midnight, Tim” Brian tapped his foot, “Let him help her” He gestured loosely towards him.

Tim grumbled, “Fine, but hurry up”

Toby eagerly began helping, snatching half the stack from you before running up to trees as fast as he could with swiftness. It looked like he had done this a hundred times, and it looked so easy when he did it. But for you, despite such a simple task, you made it seem difficult.

“D-don’t be so hard on yourself y/n” Toby said in the midst of hammering in a nail, “I f-fucked up a lot when I was first getting c-comfortable here”

“Ohhh yeah, you were a mess,” Brian smirked, arms crossing as he leaned against a tree, “Hated your dumbass at the time”

“We let you know it too” Tim chuckled briefly, taking a drag of his cigarette before flicking off the ash, eyeing you the entire time.

“O-oh yeah, I-I remember real well,” Toby chuckled under his breath, seemingly embarrassed by himself.

“You two? Mean to Toby?” You turned your head over your shoulder, locking eyes with Tim.

“Yup, brutal” Toby confirmed, “But I-I got used t-to it eventually, not a big deal” He shrugged.

Your gaze turned back to the next tree “Sure hope it’s not the same case with me, I’m not that bad am I?” Leaves crunched under your boot as you walked, holding a nail to the tree as you poked a hole in the paper held up to it. Then began hammering.

“Do this one task right and maybe we won't have to” Brian teased.

“No promises” You teased back.

And after that, the area fell silent aside from hammers and nails clinking around. The silence was awkward, or maybe, uneasy from something you didn’t know yet. It was an odd feeling from then on as you approached your final tree.

Just before you raised your hammer to the nail, you saw flashlights in the distance, freezing as you gasped sharply through your mouth, and pointed.

Your gasp alerted the others, they were quick to jump to the defense. Guns drawn, Toby’s hatchet unsheathed, waiting as they watched the patterns of the flashlights. They were getting closer.

You turned on your heel to run, but before you could take even a single stride, you were grabbed by the wrist and dragged down to cover behind a bush with Tim. He held you to him tightly, hand covering your mouth firmly as he pinned you to his side. The side of your face was pressed against his ribs, the smell of cigarette smoke filled your lungs.

Brian was thin enough to hide behind a tree, face slightly peeking out to observe. Every move he made was of eerie silence and stealth, you didn’t hear him no matter what he did. His footsteps, ones that paced forward only once, were entirely devoid of sound. Gun fastened between his hands as he turned his head towards Tim, cocking it back as if to say they should leave.

Toby was next to you, knelt by your side on the one Tim wasn't suffocatingly occupying. The silence was deafening, but not for long as Tim broke the silence, “Clear..”

He released you as the flashlights faded away into the darkness of the forest. You inhaled deeply, then exhaled in relief as your hands shook in fear.

“For a second there I thought she was gonna bolt,” Brian sighed in relief as well, rubbing his head and shagging up his dirty blonde hair.

“I thought that would have been best—“

“Not in this instance,” Brian interrupted, “You would have alerted them,”

“And that would have been a much bigger issue,” Tim said, standing up. But the moment he did—

“Who are you guys?” A random voice sounded from behind the four of you, and all of you whipped your heads around. Meeting eyes with another four men. All strangers, men you’d never seen before.

You didn’t utter a single word. You couldn’t, lungs holding the last breath you just took in a panic.

None of you spoke at all, there was nothing to say. All of you had weapons drawn, guns and melee alike, and these four men noticed. But unlike you four, they had rifles, and AR-15’s. It was no question as to who had the psychological advantage, and it showed as they raised their guns.

Tim was the first to move, taking your wrist tightly and dragging you away, feet moving as fast as possible in a pace you couldn't keep up with. You stumbled behind him, not even seeing where Brian or Toby went and your panic set in even further when the sounds of gunfire exploded through the forest. It wasn’t any of you, it was the others.

With the guns they had, they were bound to overpower you four easily. But you had to do something. Surely they weren't fast enough to catch Toby, you couldn't see him. Brian was gone too, but you had faith in him. But you and Tim were in their direct line of sight. The bullets missed you by mere inches as the dirt below you was hit, exploding at your feet with every metal pellet that barrelled into the soil.

You couldn’t fathom how you were going to survive this. There was no other way but to take them out, otherwise, you would lead them right to the mansion where they’d be taken care of.. Surely. But what if one got away and brought authorities with them? You couldn’t risk that.

And as if on impulse, your armed hand extended behind you, and fired three times into the group of strangers.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Tim shouted, “Stop fucking around!”

You didn’t listen, aiming once again with only one hand holding the gun as you fired another three shots. Two of them dropped, but two of them dispersed, “They’re gone!” You said with a breathy yell, lungs burning, but despite that, your smile was proud.

Tim on the other hand, ditched you completely. He released your hand and took off on his own into the woods to your right where the other two had gone, he was hunting them. They absolutely couldn’t get away, or it could have been over..

Your running came to an abrupt stop as you scrambled to catch your footing, before darting off in the same direction Tim had gone. But he was fast. So fast it was like there was no trace of him anywhere despite his bulk.

You searched for him, yelling his name out in a panic as you suddenly realized what this meant for you.

You fucked up

Every step you took now was like there were bricks attached to your ankles, lungs burning and stomach muscles pinching like needles as you leaned against a tree. No Brian, no Toby, no Tim. No one.

Until you were startled by Toby, who had smacked a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. You screamed, and his hand flew to your mouth as he held a finger to his mask, tapping it rapidly in place, urgently.

He whispered, “W-were you the on-one to kill those guys?!”

You nodded, “I thought—“

Toby shook his head, “No no, y-you can’t act on your own when y-you’re this new!! It f-f-fucks shit up!”

“I’m sorry! I just thought it was the best way” You whispered back.

Toby sighed, ripping his goggles off. Brown waves fell over his eyes, and he pushed them back in exasperation, “Tim is going t-to fu-fucking kill you dude..”

Your eyes squeezed shut, head banging backwards against the hard, rugged bark of the tree, “God dammit..”

“I know h-how it feels to-to fuck up, so I’m s-still gonna v-vouch for you, but you gotta know that you’re fu-fucking stupid,” He dropped his hatchet, and knelt down.

“Did Brian get away..?”

“Yeah, he did” Toby cleared his throat, arms resting on his manspreaded knees, “H-he headed back to-to the h-house,”

“Why did you come here instead?”

“I saw the f-fucking bodies out there, fuck man..” He sighed, “You can-cannot fuck up this bad e-ever again, being slow at ha-h-hanging up papers is one thing but this—“

“Shut up! I know I’m stupid! Okay?! I—“

“Y/N!!” Tim’s aggressive, fiery and vicious voice called out for you, immediately taking the collar of your shirt and pressing you against the tree the second he got close enough, “They got away, do you hear me?!”

You were silent. Eyes wide in fear.

“HUH?! Do you fucking understand what you just did?!” Tim’s face was contorted in fury, eyebrows wrinkled together, teeth bared and clenched as he yelled into your face. His hand gripped your jaw with tightness so forceful that you feared he would break it.

“Hey hey!!” Toby came to your defense, “L-let her go!” He wedged his way between you two, using his elbows to pull Tim off of you.

Toby should know by now not to get in Tim’s way, but he did say he would vouch for you, but it came at the price of being socked right in the jaw. The poor boy fell to the forest floor with a grunt, and whined as he held the dented mouth guard.

“Be fucking lucky thats all you’re getting,” Tim kicked dirt into Toby’s face, and looked up to continue scaulding you— but you were gone. “Fuck”

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The buzz of the diner sign lit up the area in a quiet hum. Green and red hues surrounded you in a shroud of dim light while you sat at your booth in the very corner of the small family owned restaurant. It was quiet there, only the sounds of quiet mutters and clinks of forks as people enjoyed their dinners. You visited this one frequently, it was your place to get away from the noise of the mansion.

You hadn’t ordered anything though, just a glass of water the waitress handed to you seemingly out of pity. The day you had was written all over your face. Your eyes were tired, frown prominent and your hands anxiously twirled and knotted the strings of your jacket. You couldn’t go home just yet. Not any time soon. Not when you knew Tim would scald you for what happened. It was a fate you were anxiously avoiding and even the mere thought of facing him made your blood run cold.

The mission had failed miserably. Because of you.

And what made it worse was how simple it was. How hard could it be to hang up papers in the forest for wanderers to find? Apparently impossible when being chased by bystanders, you killed one of them. Shot him right between the eyes on impulse. They were threats.. You only did what you thought was right but your fear took over you before you could let yourself rationalize in that moment. You let your emotions override your logic, and you knew when it came to missions, that was Tim’s worst pet peeve.

It didn’t help that the victims' friends saw it happen too, and naturally, you couldn’t leave witnesses. So naturally, they had to be taken care of, but.. Two of them got away.

It was vivid in your mind, the way they all ran for their lives in horror after seeing their friend die in front of them. You didn’t see the final chase but the thought that each of them desperately tried to save themselves but ultimately failed. They were still people.. They didn’t deserve to die like that, you just shot without thinking.

But that’s not what the rest of them were worried about. They were focused on the logistics of what you did, the risk it put you all in. Everyone at the mansion was now in danger because of you, and while that did cross your mind, it wasn’t the worst part.

Your phone dinged, your shaking fingers curled towards you, revealing the taunting text awaiting. Dammit..

Tim: “Come home, now”

Your face paled, and you swallowed away the lump in your throat before typing

You: “I can’t”

Tim’s chat bubble appeared, wiggling as the three dots flowed like waves across the bottom corner of the screen. You sat there with your hands shaking, thumbs hovering over the keyboard in anticipation.

Tim: “Do it now, or I will come find you and drag you back here myself”

You couldn't go home. You couldnt.. Every fiber of your being begged you not to, you didn’t want to face him. You didn’t want to see him, hear him, even texting him was too much. So against your better judgment, you didn’t go home. And that would cost you.

You ignored his many calls and texts. There were 60 of them combined by the time he decided to give up.

The only one you could bear to speak with was Toby.

Toby: He’s a little calmer now, you can come home

You: No. I’m going to leave

Toby: Leave?! Wym leave?! You can’t do that

You: I’ve caused more harm than good here, Toby. I’m sure my old life will be better suited for me.

Toby: You don’t have an old life to go back to, remember?! You have to stay, and plus, The Operator will find you. He won’t let you leave now.

You: Even with how bad I messed up? Really?

Toby: Jeff has done worse, and he’s still around. He’s killed POLICE OFFICERS.

That got a chuckle out of you.

You: Fair enough, I’m just so embarrassed, I can’t stand to be yelled at again

Toby: Trust me, I understand, and Tim’s lashings aren't pretty, but we’ve all had them at least once. You’ll be alright. Think of it as a right of passage.

You smiled, and closed your phone. Before it dinged one more time—

Toby: Tim is on his way tho, just letting you know. He’ll find you if you try to run so don’t. Keep out of any more trouble, kay?

You: Kay <3

You closed your phone a final time, and leaned your head on the window to your right, watching anxiously with jittery hands for that beat up, orange truck.

And when it drove into sight, you watched it approach from down the tree lined street, and pull into a parking spot. Tim didn’t wait for it to come to park before he threw the passenger door open, Brian in the driver's seat, and speed walked into the diner.

He didn’t speak, not one word. But his glare was piercing, stern and hostile. God.. You weren't ready for this, but you remembered Toby’s words

“Think of it as a right of passage”

And that got you to stand, and slowly slump towards him with no pep in your step to be found. Tim grabbed your wrist and pulled out of the door, it jingled as you exited the establishment, and you were dragged to the truck. He only let you go to get in, and when you both were, you leaned against the door. Silently.

Brian didn’t speak to either of you, his face was focused solely on the road as he backed out of the parking spot, glancing over his shoulder with an arm extended behind him, fastened on Tim’s seat as he made sure the road was clear to reverse. And then he shifted into drive to pull forward and away from the diner, down the rainy road.

“You’re going on a mission with us in a few hours,” Tim broke the silence.

You didn’t say anything, you just looked at him, side eyeing curiously.

“I didn’t want you to come but the operator insisted on making you clean up the mess you made, which is fair, but fuck. It’s gonna be rough,” he said. His tone was hostile, pissy, copping attitude as he vented.

You still didn't speak a single peep.

“You’re gonna go find those fuckers and kill them so they dont report us to the authorities. You do realize that's what they could be doing right this second? Because you fucking blew it?”

“I get it, I fucked up, as if I dont fucking know, Tim” You snapped at him.

“Yeah you did, and you need to get it through your pretty little head that your actions have consequences and you can't fuck off on your own and kill people when you weren't instructed to” He huffed back, “Fuck, even Toby didn’t do something like this, he at least had some brains”

“I swear Tim, keep calling me stupid—“

“Or what?!” He turned in his seat to face you, “Or what?! You’ll nail a paper between my eyes? Cus thats all you know how to fucking do?!”

“Fuck you, Tim”

“Fuck you too sweetheart” He turned to face the road again, it was silent for just a moment. A few streets away from the mansion now, “When you get inside, eat and clean up, then we head out. Me and Brian will handle weapons this time until you’re given one”

“What as if I’m some child?!”

“No, but you know what you are? A liability with firearms and we cant have another fuck up, or else we’re all fucking done for”

“I’m not a toddler, I can handle a weapon!”

Tim spat, “And you’ll get a weapon, a knife. That’s all you can have right now,”

“You’re being fucking ridiculous,” You muttered, crossing your arms and slumping into yourself as Brian pulled into the mansion dirt driveway.

“Act stupid, be treated like you’re stupid” Tim threw his door open, Brian as well as the two slid out of the truck, and trekked towards the mansion.

“What did I say about calling me stupid, Timothy?”

Brian paused in his tracks, Tim came to a slow stop, and turned to face you.

“Say that again,” Tim approached you, hands in his pockets.

“What. Did I fucking say. About calling me stupid, Timothy?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes. The gravely sound of his boots against the dirt came to a stop as he was chest to chest with you.

“Go inside” He ordered, meanly.

“No”

“Go. Inside. Or I will fucking drag you inside,” His tone was threatening, stern and raspy. You almost blushed.

“Do it then”

And you regretted that, because before you could blink, his hand fisted your hair in his hands. His fist squeezed tightly as you whined instantly with the spiked pain and tightness of your scalp. Your feet couldn’t keep up with his dragging, yanking you towards the woods as you struggled to get out of his grasp. You couldn’t get away from him.

“You can’t keep your pretty little mouth shut can you?” Tim spat, throwing you against a tree on your back, “Kneel”

You blinked. “W-what..?”

“Kneel, bitch” He demanded again, but when you hesitated just for a single beat, he knocked you down himself by taking a foot and hooking it around the back of your knees. You stumbled to the ground with the stinging pain of the rocks and twigs against your skin, and the iron grip he still had on your scalp.

With a harsh yank, he pulled your head back to force eye contact, “I’ll teach you to shut the hell up,” Tim’s thick fingers fiddled with his belt buckle, unclipping it and sliding it out of the belt straps, only to toss it aside immediately after.

Your face flushed red, mouth falling open in confusion—

“Don’t act dumb now, what happened to you being so smart huh?” His fingers slipped out the golden button on his blue denim jeans and let them drop to his ankles, boxers falling along with them as it revealed his cock. It was flushed red and angry with a clear glisten on the tip, he had been hard for a while.

With his hand still in your hair, he demanded, “Open up”

You shook your head no, but your face and body language signaled otherwise. Your cheeks were blushed, your legs rubbed together and your hands rested a little too close to your own cunt as you watched him. You felt a rush of heat swell between your legs, and up into your stomach.

“Open the fuck up” Tim yanked your head to his cock, your cheeks slammed into his thighs with a light smack. And with his thumb, and first two fingers, he held the base and patted the length on your other cheek, “Don’t make me force it open, that won't be fun for you,”

Oh it would, actually.

You tried to pull your face away, backing your head up from his thigh as you wiggled free from his hand that had you pinned there, but oh god was that a mistake. The rough hand that had you, smacked you clean across the face, sending your head jerking to the side and involuntarily forcing a pained yelp from you.

Tim chuckled, smirking at your pathetic whimper, “Yeah..” He groaned. You could see his cock twitch in utter arousal at your pain, “Wanna behave now? Or is the little brat still misbehaving huh?”

“Fuck you,” You spat.

Tim’s grip on your hair released, and moved to your jaw to grab it tightly. Little puffs of flesh overflowed between his fingers as he held you there firmly, and landed three smacks to your face. Each one harder than the last as he listened to your whines grow louder in correspondence. All four slaps were in the same spot too, making the surface hot to the touch, red and puffy with stinging pain that lingered behind.

That was it, Tim forced two fingers into your mouth, and pulled your jaw open to take him. He adjusted to where the tip would be hovering against your lips, but before he inserted himself, his hand snaked to his gun holster, and pulled the shiny black gun from it.

The way his brown hair fell over his eyes, framing their darkness so beautifully, your stomach churned in a sick arousal as you watched his lips purse, his thick, dark eyebrows furrow as he held the gun so threatening towards you.

“Bite, and I shoot you,” Tim’s thumb fastened against the back lever, and it clicked. Your eyes widened, but brows knitted together in frustration as you took it. You couldn’t get away now, not even if you tried.

Before you could protest him in any way, your jaw was stretched, and mouth filled by his cock. The thickness made it difficult to keep yourself open all the way. Hell, you could barely breathe. Your jaw muscles stretched in a tight ache, then relaxed as you felt his soft tip graze across your tongue to the back of your mouth.

He eased it in slow, groaning with a small head tilt backwards “Fuck..” He said breathily, letting out a second low hum as he pulled it out half way, and back in slowly. He was courteous enough for that but when it was fully in a few times, he dropped the act and fully began thrusting deep into your throat, using you as a fleshlight. As if he had no concern for your wellbeing at that moment.

The tip repeatedly hit your uvula, forcing your mouth to pool with saliva that bubbled around the corners of your mouth. Your head lurched forward with every gag, making grotesque gurgling sounds as you gasped for air every time he would pull out enough to let you get a breath in. Air seemed like a gift now, one necessity that only he could give you, something he deprived you from.

He was fucking your face so hard, your jaw ached, his free hand held your hair and the other had the gun held to your temple. His hips bucked back and forth brutally, pulling your head towards him and back with your hair acting as a handle to control your pace. There was barely room to get a breath in, barely room to let your tongue swirl around the tip and lap up the precum that leaked out into your throat.

You gagged again and again, gasping for air between every gurgle of spit that bubbled from the sides of your lips. It was numbing and almost painful, but somehow, you didn’t want it to stop. Your eyes looked up at him, his stomach pacing back and forth, and his face fully looking down at your filthy face.

“Look at you now” His breath was heavy, speaking in a low, gritty whisper “So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth,” He chuckled, taking your hair and pulling your head onto his length, forcing you to take it all the way until your nose met his pubes. You closed your eyes, gasping for air that never came as you whined and sobbed into his pelvis. It was too much.

But you still didn’t say to stop.

He pulled out harshly, hearing your rough inhale for air, and watching as spit poured out of your mouth and all over yourself, the forest floor and your hands. Air swelled into your lungs for a few beats, trying to recover as tears fell from your eyes, but he wasn't done yet.

It was so fucking rude, the way he only let you get a mere breath and a half before shoving himself back in, and holding it there to where you couldnt breathe even through your nose, “Gonna behave, yeah?” He spat, “Gonna be good and listen to me now?” He watched you with a sick smile, watched you squirming below him as the tears that streamed down your face never let up, your reddened, messy and spit covered face contort with desperation for relief.

Your gurgled breaths brought him joy, your pleading eyes satisfied him, but he was still. not. done with you.

He pulled your head off of him, loving the sound of your sobs and desperate breaths sucking in air once again as he shoved your head backwards.

You fell backwards onto your ass, but before you could process anything, Tim was pulling your clothes off. All of them. Your pants were yanked off, shoes along with them as your panties were torn off in a snapping motion. He fastened them between two fists and pulled them apart, then slipped them right off of you. They were tossed to the side and your shirt was harshly, roughly pulled over your head, scraping your puffy lips and reddened nose as your vision was obscured for the moment.

And when you saw him again, he was kneeling down, hands already forcing your thigh open as he shoved two fingers in. They were rough, pushed all the way into his knuckle as you let out a sharp gasp, exhaling in a soft moan. Tim's fingers were thick, formed into pure hard muscle from manual labor and hard work. And they fit inside you perfectly.

“Tim..” You whined, squirming under him, tree bark scraping the skin on your back as you felt his fingers inside your plush walls.

They began pumping in and out of you, sending a chill up your spine as you spread your legs for him obediently. Your previous demeanor had been crushed to pieces. You let him have you. His fingers were unrelenting and the pace was so brutal, his knuckles slammed against your thighs, bruising them with each pulse.

“So fucking good for me now.. You’re gonna cum on my fingers, pretty girl” Tim said with gritted teeth as he watched your body tense, pathetically building your orgasm with only a few seconds of stimulation. “Fucking slut, all spread open for me”

You wanted more, so your hips rolled forward, trying to match his pace as you desperately tried to speed it up yourself. Tim just laughed at you, humiliatingly, smirking with cockiness as he slowed his fingers down just to watch you press yourself into them for more.

“So adorable”

It was torture, the way he would feel you tighten as your orgasm crept in, only to pull away and slowen when he heard your moans and whines grow higher in pitch. He had you where he wanted you, he could control you now just like he wanted.

Tim himself is an impatient man, so it didn’t go on for as long as he wanted. But he had to tease you a little first, fingers sliding out of you now completely “Want me to fuck you, baby?”

You whined when you felt your hole now empty, you nodded frantically, “Please Tim— Need you inside me..” Each second without him, you felt frustration creep in, tears welling in your eyes. “God— I fucking hate you” You sniffled, frowning pathetically.

“Poor baby” Tim mocked, “This is what happens when you don’t fucking listen”

You had enough, your own hands now flying to your cunt to rub yourself in circles, rapidly. You had no shame, you were just that desperate.

But he put a stop to that real quick, grabbing your wrists and pinning them over your head with an iron grip, pressing them into the tree. “Want me to fuck you?”

You nodded rapidly, whining as you had your one lick of pleasure taken from you. You tried to wiggle free— “Stop fucking moving, and maybe I will,” He picked his gun up, and held it to your face.

Immediately, you froze, cunt flooding with arousal and wetness at the sight of the weapon. Your breath was heavy, hands shaking in his grasp as he watched you squirm, “I’ll fuck you after you cum, and you’re going to fucking cum, understood?”

“Yes.. God— Just do it already,” You pleaded desperately, and to your absolute delight, he lowered his head to your cunt. Spreading your legs open with his big hands, digging his fingers in to keep you still as he yanked you downwards. Back scraping against the tree bark as you yelped, but the pain was replaced quickly with the feeling of his warm, wet tongue licking a devastating stripe up your pussy.

It was thick too, his tongue. Perfectly warm and lapping up your arousal with every flick and bob of his head You nearly came right then, rutting your hips up into his face while he buries his tongue into you, swirling the tip over your clit and into your hole before sliding it out and flattening it to lap up and down with slurps and squelches.

“Oh my god—hah—mmh—” You mutter exasperatedly, quickening your hips to the point where you’re now basically humping his face, he chuckles into your pussy and that sends you over the edge with the vibration. Your pleasure built up, coiling tightly before your orgasm ripped its way through your entire body.

Your stomach twitched, legs trembled and your hips frantically moved up and down along his tongue as he lapped up your wetness. He was staring at you, watching you unravel in pleasure, watching how your hands clutched the ground and gathered soil between your fingers, how your stomach was glowing with sweat.

It hungered him further, continuing his tongues ravaging motions against your clit, focusing the tip on your sensitive nub with rapid flicking. You screamed, your entire body twitching and jerking in overstimulation as you cried out in pleasured pain. He smirked against you, watching as you tensed and tried to pull away from him, but he pinned you down with his hardened hands forcing your hips to stay put in the soil.

You sobbed, eyes flowing with tears as he stayed right where he was, forcing you to take his tongue. And when he pulled away, you couldn't stop the relentless shakes of your body. Your cunt pulsed with the aftershocks, tightening and opening again with the memory of his tongue that finally were let up.

But now, this is where it got real.

You felt Tim grab you and rolled you over, his hands gripped your hips and raised your ass up to meet his throbbing red cock that was dripping with precum in preparation to destroy you. It settled in for you in that moment what could happen—

“Tim—Wait a sec—“

“Shut up” He spat rudely, taking only a split second to line his cock up with your cunt before brutally shoving it inside you.

The stretch was abysmal

You cried out, hands digging into the dirt as your jaw went slack, drool dripping from your mouth as you felt him begin to fuck into you. His hips met your ass in a hard and rough slam, bruising you with the force.

“God you’re so tight, filling you up so fucking good” Tim grumbled quietly as he quickened his pace. Each thrust earning a loud cry out of you, his thrusts were so hard and brutal that it forced your face into the soil. Your face scraped and bruised by rocks and twigs.

Tim wasn’t gentle with you at all. His cock drilled into your pussy so deep in, you feared he might hit your cervix. You felt each thrust so viscerally, it gave you waves of chills every time and you felt every single inch of him.

He wasn’t loud, but he was noisy. Grunting, growling. Huffing raspy breaths as he watched your ass ripple against his pelvis every time he shoved himself into you. It was fast, deep, and hard. Fingers digging into your hips to pull you back, shoving himself deeper, out and in every single time. Your body bounced so quickly, your vision blurred against the forest floor.

Back arched and knees buried in the rocky soil, you felt him smack your ass. It was hard enough to make you squeal, tensing your body with the hot searing pain of his hand that came crashing down on you a second time. Leaving you clutching the ground in pain.

“Yeaahh.. Keep fucking whining like that” Tim demanded, hand crashing down onto your asscheek again as he fucked you. You couldn’t contain your noise for the life of you, whines and moans, squeals and yelps spilled from your lips while you felt the harsh stings. He didn't give you any relief or recovery time, at all.

He kept hitting you, over and over with his hand until you were sobbing again. Tears flowing and mixing with the dirt to plaster it across your face as his brutality continued on. Tim grabbed his gun, you couldn’t see it but you could hear the way it sounded in his hand, and you felt it nestle against the back of your head, between your hair strands. The cold barrel sent a spike of chills down your spine.

His pace hardened even more, your walls constricted and clenched around his cock that ravaged your cunt and it sent you screaming into the soil.

Then— the sound of a bullet firing exploded through your ears. Your ears rang and your vision blurred even further as you screamed in fear. He had fired it, but not at you. Just the tree right in front of you and you knew by how the bark exploded into your face.

You curled up, hands flying over your head. But he didnt stop, he kept fucking you, leaning down to your level as his stomach pressed against your ass.

“Scared you huh, sweetheart?” Tim cooed mockingly, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you” He hummed lowly into your ear, adjusting slightly to push his cock back into you, “Gonna apologize for being such a brat? Yeah?”

You sobbed, body jolting with his thrusts as you pressed your ass into him. The thrill fueled you. You wanted more.

You shook your head no, and he retaliated by throwing his forearm around your neck, pulling you up where his mouth met your ear. The gun clicked, and held against your temple.

“No?” His thrusts slowed, but nevertheless still incredibly deep. “How bout I make you? S’that what you want?” Tim pressed the cold metal harder as you squirmed under him, begging him to keep fucking you.

“Mm-please, don't stop—dont—“ You pleaded, but he wasn't having it. You heard the click of the trigger, but no bullet came out. You screamed in fear, tensing and pulling your head away from the gun to bury your face in his elbow. Your stomach churned in arousal and terror, creating a sick storm in your soul as you reveled in the sadistic man’s arms.

“Say you’re sorry, bitch” Tim demanded, “The next one has a bullet inside”

You refused yet again, and he didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger, just above your head, sending a shockwave of terror through your body. You screamed once again while his thrusts quickened to their former pace, you were a mess. Sobbing, screaming moans and tears making you look so pathetic under him as your body began bouncing with his brutal thrusts.

“I’m—I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!” You cried out, sniffling between gasps of air and sobs.

“For what?”

“For not l-listening—“ You choked out a pained sob, pressing your ass into his cock as you felt his skin slap against yours.

“Good fucking slut” He groaned, growled and tightened his grip on you, “Now maybe you’ll fucking obey when you’re given orders,” He grumbled into you, slowly getting lost in your pussy as he focused on how your walls squeezed him, clenched and tightened around his cock. The warmth of your insides and the way your cunt fit him perfectly, as if you were made for it.

Tim’s breaths grew heavier, his voice gruffly growling in your ear “M’gonna cum in you, gonna fill you up so good”

You begged, “M’please—cum in me— make me yours”

Your skin slapped together, his grip on you tightening again before shoving himself deep inside you, releasing hot ropes of cum deep into your cunt. You cried out with the feeling, his voice low and rough in your ear as he repeatedly groaned into it.

“Fuck.. fuck..” Tim growled, holding it there for a beat before slipping himself out. You were instructed with a hard hand to your head pressing it into the dirt to stay put, he spread your ass open, watching the cum spill out of your cunt. He smirked in satisfaction.

When you were released, you collapsed completely against the tree, heaving as crying as you frantically wiped your eyes.

You were speechless.

And so was he now as he quietly clothed you, slipping your arms through the holes of your shirt, snuggly buttoning your pants after helping you shimmy them back on. His touch wasnt gentle, it never really was, it couldnt be.

When you forget your car needs an oil change, he remembers, and you find him one day underneath it, scuffed blue jeans, white shirt and hands coated in oil as he takes care of it for you. He slides out from under it, wrench in hand with that satisfied smirk when he sees your grateful smile.

When you’re low on shampoo and conditioner. Brian buys you a new set before you can even mention it to him. You enter the bathroom and notice two brand new bottles on the side of the tub waiting for you. He stands in the doorway from afar, delightfully watching.

He does it all happily, his tooth-gapped smile on his face when he sees how pleased you are with each surprise. And all he says when you thank him is—