ratmillkk

[ratmillkk]

omg guys thats meeee, hes carrying me bro. GUYS NO SERIOUSLYYYY- no- no its meeee. see? thats literally me over his shoulder rnnn

[ratmillkk]

I'm the one who asked for the Tim & Brian x reader fic!!

HOLLYYY you DELIVERED, THANK YOU! it was beyond my expectations, bless your soul 🙏 looking forward to your future works 🖤

STAWWPP OMG. this makes me so happy because ive been so nervous to post on here and show my writings. you loving my work as much as i love writing it is just SOOO AUGHHH THANK YOU SM. if you ever have any more requests send them my way babe, i will do it 🤍🤍🤍

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oh no!! ive seemed to.. wander out in the middle of a forest.. i sure hope no dark haired masked man with a tan carheart jacket comes to snatch me up. that would be so terrible haha..

I want to go back to the time where us older Creepypasta fans tried to summon them to whisk us away to Slendermansion

[ratmillkk]

Omgg girl your Stockholm story had me foaming at the mouth 😩😩

Could I place a Tim and Brian x reader bug in your ear? Either both together or separately in the same fic, I don't mind either way I just love my obsessive masked men

Thank you for feeding us 🙏🖤

omgomgomg thank u sm!!! ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE 😩😩😩

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Punishment (Brian and Tim X F! Reader)

𝐂𝐖: 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐣, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐𝐤

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Your boots slammed against the hardwood floors of the mansion foyer, weapons around your belt felt heavy, clanking against each other with your angry hands holding it in place. The mission you just went on bombed so hard the entire trip home was silent. Tim, Brian, Toby and yourself had entirely zipped lips the whole way home.

“How could you let them get away like that” Tim said while ripping his mask off his face, underneath it was the scariest scowl you had ever seen him give you. It sent a chill down your spine.

“I had him! I fucking had him, if it werent for Toby dropping the ball on the escape plan I wouldn’t have-“

“Yeah! B-blame me as you always f-fucking do” Toby slumped onto one of the many couches that decorated the foyer. “Y-you shouldn't have let me d-distract you”

Tim threw his mask against the wall, the thick plastic hitting it sounded like a firecracker pop. You flinched. “It's not Toby’s responsibility to keep your incompetent ass in check. It's YOUR own responsibility to keep your incompetent goddamn ass in check.” Tim spoke with seething fury, a finger pointed at you the entire time he spewed. “This mission was SHIT because YOU let the guy get away”

You knew he was right, you knew it was your fault. You had been fucking up lately, so much you almost took Tobys place being the bad luck charm. To Tims words you just shrugged, keeping your gaze at the floor while you anxiously fiddled with your hands.. Until you shifted to make eye contact with Brian as an attempt for some sort of backup.. A silent hope, a silent ask for him to defend you. Your heart dropped to the floor when he didn't say a word, just looked down and almost shyly shifted away from you.

“Really?” You shrugged with a defeated laugh. You couldn't possibly be the only one blamed for this, you refused , “So we’re all just gonna pretend i’m the only one at fault here?” You threw your hands up haphazardly

Tim stomped over, looking down right into your eyes before bending down to be eye level with you. His face was just inches away from yours, and your face flushed red. “None of the rest of us ever let our victims get away. Whatever the fuck you’re about to say doesnt matter because none of us ever fucked up as bad as you just did today. Not even Toby has let someone escape”

Your eyebrows furrowed, clenching your jaw as you wracked your brain for something to say, some clapback, but nothing came out. You just stared him right in the eyes as he did you, almost challenging him with your gaze.

“The fact that you have nothing to say just proves my point princess. You think you're tough shit but I can assure you, you’re nowhere near it” Tim noticed your energy, your expression, your attempt at intimidation. “You wanna prove you’re all that huh?” He took his gloved hand, and harshly fastened your jaw in between his first four fingers and thumb. The tips dug into your bone enough to make you wince. He gestured for Brian to bring him his mask, to which he did. Tim slipped it back on.

Toby could tell obviously what was about to happen, he didn't want to see it, so he stood up and left as fast as he could. but..

Brian stayed.

“You think you’re so tough.. Yet you’re huddling into yourself when I touch you like this” He grabbed a fistful of your hair in his free hand, you gasped “Yeah. Whose a brave bitch now huh?”

You bit your bottom lip anxiously, tearing off a piece of skin with it as you kept your eyes locked on the black holes for eyes through the mask. Though instead of a glare, it was as if you had just been knocked into submission, gaze almost pleading.

Tim released your jaw, your eyes followed his hand.. It reached down, and fiddled with the holster of his gun. The click of the button sent a chill down your spine, but it was nothing compared to when he had slowly positioned the gun to press up under your chin. You felt the barrel tensely shoved between your jaw bones, your skin tented over it with its force.

You froze entirely when you heard the click of the safety switch off, but your eyes wandered to Brian, who was just quietly standing by, almost as if he were waiting.. As if he were about to make some sort of move..

You whimpered as you felt Tim press the gun harder into your chin, he said lowly, “Eyes on me” You obeyed instantly, eyes locked on him once again.

You felt his hand slither out of your hair, it slid down your front, and between your legs as he rested it upon your inner thigh. He was testing you, seeing how you’d react, but since you were still frozen, he had to go to more drastic measures. With that he grabbed you by the arm and flipped you over with a hand that grabbed your hair once more. You felt your body being dragged to the floor and pinned down on your back, one of his hands held both of your wrists above your head.

He was quick to unbutton his pants with just one free hand, shoving the waistline down to reveal his rock hard dick that leaked with precum. It smeared over the tip, glistening slightly with the light illumination of the candles on the walls. He yanked down your shorts and panties completely off, throwing them to the side as he shoved himself into you.

Your gasp tore through your throat as you let out a moan that forced its way out. In your peripheral you could see Brian adjusting his standing spot.. Seemingly to get a better look at what was happening. Tim made sure though, that you were only looking at him for now with a hand roughly fastened across your mouth to keep you quiet. Of course, it wasn't effective. You were whimpering every time he shoved himself into you. Your legs were over his shoulders, his hand over your mouth and free hand over your head.

Your view of him made you melt, his jacket was falling off of his shoulders, his eyes piercing through his mask, his messy, deep brown hair fell messily over his forehead as he slammed into your cunt. Your body seemed to have a visceral reaction to this, it was almost as if you had lost control of yourself as you ripped your hands free to grab him wherever you could reach.

You found yourself being roughly pinned by your throat “Keep your fucking hands off me” He took the gun and pointed it at you. His body hunched forward, head leaning closer to yours as he adjusted to have one hand on the floor and the other pressing the gun into your temple. Your legs were basically over your own head as well, this position granted the deepest possible penetration he could, and your jaw went completely slack with moans falling from your mouth in pleasure.

He was slamming into you so hard you were seeing stars, every thrust you could hear your slick sloshing between your bodies with moist passion. You opened your mouth to speak, about to ask him to slow down, when you saw a tall figure above you. It was Brian, masked, and knelt above your head.

“Punish this fucking-“ Tim let out a groan “This fucking slut” He backed up to where Brian could hover further. He stood over you, cock already above your mouth, but he rotated, straddling your neck as he leaned forward. Your mouth instinctively opened and you felt his entire length fill your mouth, the stretch in your jaw muscles made you whimper.

You didn't think it could get any more overstimulating than it already was, but you were proven wrong from how ferocious Brian was fucking your face. You could barely breathe, your mind was numbing with the feeling of both of your holes being used like a toy. Like a piece of meat to be used. You felt Tim pull you closer to him, which caused Brian's cock to shove so far down your throat you gagged.

Brian's hand held your hair and yanked your head back to release him from you. Bubbles and strings of spit strung along from his cock to your mouth, your lungs burned, ached for air as you gulped it down as much as you could. Then your moment of recovery was cut short with Brian's free hand opening your mouth to allow him to shove himself back in, and thrust with no mercy, no warning or slow pace. His jolts were hard, unforgiving as if he was punishing you for being such an idiot.

“This is what you get” Brian muttered lowly “You deserve to get your pretty face destroyed” His voice was soft, yet assertive all the same. Your whimpers were fuel for his vendetta, as he shoved it in far back, touching your uvula. When you gagged he pulled away, shoving it back in only once he was certain you wouldn't vomit all over him. Over and over he tortured your gag reflex, and the saliva build up was pouring from your mouth so profusely it was like you had poured water all over yourself.

Tim wasn't being kind either his thrusts were harder than ever before, seeing you get used was making him feral. The gun in his hand was pointing directly to your stomach, pressing harder with every noise you made as he picked up the pace. His groans grew more rapid, louder as he shoved himself into you, fucking into you as he shot his cum through your hole. He threw his head back, and let it fill you up until he couldn't handle the stimulation of his dick inside you.

But Brian wasn't done yet, he was still using your face and fucking it like his life depended on it. You felt Tim pull out of you, circling you until he knelt by your head, gun held to your head as you made eye contact with him.

“Look at him, slut” Tim demanded, shoving the barrel into your temple and flicking the lever to cock it. Fear spiked in you, arousing fear. Your eyes then never left Brian's masked face, the frown looking down at you as your vision was slightly blurred from your watering eyes. Spit seeped from the corners of your mouth in bubbles and globs as you gagged, gasped for air and squirmed. Brian held his cock in your mouth for a moment, just watching you writhe for some air. He pulled out, and you gasped in a scream like gulp, head falling back to rest on the floor. But of course Brian was brutal, and he grabbed your hair to start it all back up.

In your peripheral you could see Tims masked face watching you, gun held in his hands, barrel against your temple as he hummed lowly. You noticed his finger fiddling with the trigger, and you whimpered in muffled spurts as suddenly, Brian shoved himself all the way in. He groaned out in pleasure as the thick cum ropes filled your mouth, sliding down your throat so fast you couldn't help but instinctively swallow it. You gagged again, but he didn’t let up until you were almost crying in fear from not being able to breathe.

When he pulled out, you gasped, lungs screeching for air as you coughed. A few splatters of cum leaked out of your mouth while you sat yourself up.

“Learned your lesson?” Brian asked, stuffing his half hard cock back into his pants. You nodded, coughing again and able to fully sit properly when he got off of you.

Tim stood up then, Brian following as they just left you there. On the floor. Covered in slick, cum, and sweat.

“Don't let that shit happen again” Tim muttered, as he and Brian left the room.

And you swore to yourself you wouldn't.. or.. perhaps you might

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⦻ Stockholm ⦻ [Brian Thomas/Hoodie X F! Reader]

𝐂𝐖: 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

((this ones more tame since its my first fic so, ENJOY! 18+ smut))

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟕𝐤

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The day had been dragging on since you clocked out of your gas station job. A simple cashier with nothing to show for it except for a shit apartment in the worst possible side of town. You didn’t care much, it was a roof over your head and that's all that really mattered, not like you had any friends or a man to impress. Just yourself.

The second you pressed that final button on the register screen sent a huff of relief through your lungs. You were free for the night. It was about 10 pm, too late for any sort of rush and nobody ever came in past 9 since it was far out in the middle of nowhere. So you were alone with the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead and the smell of cigarettes bursting through your nose.

You walked around the counter with your hands in the pockets of your short denim skirt that just barely covered your ass. You didn't have money to buy a new one, and laundry was too much of a hassle, so that's all you had left to wear for the day. You had just made it past the soda machine, approaching the door of a cooler, when the bell above the door rang like an alarm in your ears. You tensed.. odd.. this was an unusual time for customers. You realized quickly that it was a man the second your head whipped around to see who had come in.

A man with a muted orange hoodie and black denim jacket over it walked through the aisle next to the door. He looked quite average, yet you couldn't help but find him handsome even despite his rugged and rural appearance. Your attention shifted back to the contents in the fridge, frantically trying to grab the damn soda you couldn't seem to pry out of the snug spot it was fastened in. You felt eyes on you, the odd presence loomed in your vicinity. Fuck.. You had to get out of there, but the damn drink wouldn't budge.

The sound of his voice scared you into a frozen, wide eyed stance “Need help there?”

You swallowed. His voice was so.. rugged.. and deep.. and because it was so deep it sounded louder than a usual person would, so it almost was like he sternly demanded the question. You stood completely straight, silently debating in your head as to what the hell to say. You were nervous, and he noticed.

His hand reached past your shoulder, your back was turned to him and you could feel the air shrink between you as he slipped the drink you wanted out of its spot. His hands were fucking huge, manly.. you felt a shiver ripple down your spine as you saw him set the drink in front of your face for you to grab. The second you did you turned to face him, he was much closer than you originally thought, and you froze with shaking hands as you gripped the neck of the bottle.

“Thanks” You said out of obligation, you just wanted to leave, to get out of his way and be home safe in your bed.

“I’d say your welcome if you weren't standing in my way” He blinked at you.

“Oh-“ You noticed his arm was resting against the fridge door frame, and you swiftly ducked under it to give him access to the fridge. “Sorry”

He didn't reply, he just smirked with a laugh so quiet it sounded like he exhaled through his nose, grabbing his own drink with ease. Made you feel weak to have struggled getting yours. He didn't say anything else to you, just nodded with a tight smile as he walked to the register with your coworker running it. They had just come in.

When you paid you walked outside, the bell jingling as you hoisted your purse over your shoulder. He had left before you and had been sitting in his truck, headlights on the entire time you had been checking out, just.. watching you talk to your coworker. You noticed this, but assumed since the lights were on, he would pull out of the parking lot and go his separate ways, but he didn’t.

You started walking to your bike that was chained up to a pole at the far end of the lot, and while you pulled the key to the padlock from your bag, you felt eyes on you once again. Peering through the tinted glass of the truck. You knew damn well he was watching you. Though.. instead of fear.. you felt oddly thrilled by it. When you got the lock off you haphazardly stuffed it and the key back into your bag, and rode off.

The road was dark as all hell, so dark your puny bike light barely provided any guidance as to where exactly you were pedaling. Your frustration grew as you kept having to swerve to stay balanced, to stay on the road and away from large rocks and debris that might be littering the road. Your frustration was short lived however, as a bright light gradually illuminated the ground ahead of you. You were relieved for just a moment, until that familiar beat up truck slowly inched its way into your vision. Your heart dropped when it sped up, swerved to the side, and screeched to a halt directly in front of you.

You pressed the brakes so hard on your bike it sent you flying forward over the handles, and you hit the ground with a yelp of pain. You could feel the contents of your bag scattering across the asphalt, your shoulder and right leg scraping against the hard rough ground, leaving a blood trail behind you. Your head shifted upwards.. A masked man walked towards you as you hurried to sit up, and gather your things. The same outfit as the man from the station, except his hands were gloved, and he had on a ski mask with a red frown painted on it.

You raised a hand to brace for impact, but nothing came, nothing but a hand pinning your wrists to the ground with such force you swore your bones were cracking. You whimpered at the feeling and in your ear you could hear it clear as day, his low, seemingly amused chuckle. Strangely.. you weren't scared, or frightened, just shocked. Was he going to kill you? What could you have possibly done for him to want to? All you did was stand in the way of the fridge you had approached first.

Your questions died in your throat when you saw the flash of a camera shining in your eyes. A long lasting, constant light with a blinking red dot next to it. Was he fucking recording this..? What sick fuck does that? and.. why do i like this..? You scowled at him which caused him to utter his first full sentence to you.

“You’re not fighting back, why is that huh?” He let go of you to see if you’d run, and to his delight, you stayed. Though, you did shift, which triggered him to grab your jaw and yank your face towards him “You’re not going anywhere pretty lady” He shoved the camera closer to your face, almost blinding you.

Your face embarrassingly flushed bright red, and something you never would have expected to feel made you clench your jaw.. A pulsing ache between your legs that grew with every touch be bestowed upon you. He noticed the change in your face, leading him to shove the camera in his pocket and whip out what looked like a white cloth.. You didn't get to react before you felt it covering your nose and mouth in their entirety, his entire hand could have acted as a mask for you. Your vision slowly darkened to nothing while you felt him wrap his big arms around you. He then hoisted you over his shoulder.

It was hazy, you weren't yet entirely out cold just yet but you could see just faintly. Blurry shapes with no definition or depth. You couldn't see anything except for two blobs which you assumed were his boots pounding the grass. The sounds of his clothes rustling filled your ears before you felt the hard sting of leather across your bare, bloodied legs.

You couldn't move, couldn't fight or try to escape. That's what he wanted wasn't it.. Your blurred vision happened to catch the flash from the camera again, shining directly at you before it disappeared. The sound of the truck's engine roared, following the slam of the door before you blacked out entirely. Unconscious, helpless, and vulnerable.

Your consciousness slowly returned with a sudden bump in the road, and you groggily forced your eyes open to sit up and look at your surroundings. He didn't speak, not one word, as he pulled into a random shack in the woods. It was so dark the only thing you could see was the rotted wood ahead of you, in a circle shape from the headlights. Just as fast as he parked he grabbed you by your hair, and dragged you out of the car by it. He was fast, his long legs provided him speed you could barely keep up with. You had to basically run so you didn't fall behind but even then it was an effort in vain. Every time you’d fall behind he would yank you forward.. god damn was it the hottest fucking thing anyones ever done to you.

Of course, he didn't forget the camera, so once you both were inside he slammed the door and threw you against a table. A dusty table that reeked of blood. It made your own blood run cold as you saw the stains on the rusted nails, and splintered wood. The flash from the camera brightly shone over your body, you could tell what areas he was filming just based on where the light was.. He was by your ass. The short skirt revealed it especially while bent over a table. You hummed lowly, slightly spreading your legs so he could get a better view, and in response to this you could hear a low rumble escape his mouth. You were enjoying this, and making it obvious

He raised his free hand, and smacked it down right on your left ass cheek, which pushed an involuntary moan out of you. The way you sounded made him suck in through his teeth, and smack down again. The second moan made him groan, “Yeah.. You like that dont you?” Smack. “You fucking whore” He groaned softly while grabbing a handful of your ass in his hands.

You were in pain, you could feel your heartbeat through your panties as your cunt begged to be touched. God you wanted to beg, you wanted to plead with him to just fuck you, tear you apart and use you. But nothing came out. The flash from the camera blinded you once more as he set it on the table 3 feet ahead, making sure to capture every single detail.

You couldn't see yourself in it, but you knew if you could you’d be humiliated as to how pathetic you must look. Your face dripped with desperation, your teeth biting your bottom lip with eyebrows furrowed and pleading. Your breath quickened as you heard the clink of metal in your ears, then the sound of a zipper ripping open.

Without warning, without a word, or hesitation you felt your cunt being stretched open. You let out a piercing cry as his cock filled you up so much you could hardly breathe, you were already seeing stars as he forced himself deeper. There was absolutely no time to adjust, to get used to it or even fully feel his length, he just started moving, hard. His thrusts were fast, rapidly increasing in speed as your nails dug into the bloodied table. Your mouth hung open as you bounced against the surface, being slammed into it over and over with such force the slight screech of the table legs jolting forward rang in your ears.

You couldn't hold your head up, so you leaned it downward to rest on the table. Keeping it up was just too much effort as your body melted completely underneath him. Your knees were jelly, struggling to keep them firmly planted on the rotted floors was an effort solely in vain as you kept having to readjust just to keep the position perfect. He noticed though, both of your actions, which lead him to wrangle your hair and yank your head up. The pain filling your scalp was ecstasy paired with the burning ache in between your legs, the stretch of him inside you and the way he hit the perfect spot over and over made you reel with moans that were impossible to hold back.

“Yeah, keep fucking doing that” He too was making his own noise, grunts and grumbles as he cursed under his breath. “You don't even- fucking know me- and yet you’re just begging for more arent you-“ his thrusts grew deeper, his free hand scooping you up to keep you in place, your legs dangling as he just kept fucking going. He was so deep inside you, you could feel his hips touch your ass, and every smacking sound complimented it.

You couldn't take it anymore, the aching in your cunt was so overwhelming you almost cried. The desperation overtook you as you reached a hand down, and started getting yourself off. He only chuckled between a broken moan as he said “Fucking slut, just gotta- cum like the whore you are” He chuckled again, but his eyes began rolling to the back of his head, and the pauses between his grunts grew smaller and smaller. You were building so quickly it was humiliating, your hand rapidly rubbed your cunt as your own moans and cries grew exponentially louder the closer you knew he was getting, which meant you were getting close too. By this point you forgot there was a camera recording your every move, every facial expression and every vocal inflection you cried.

And suddenly, with one hard slam into you, you felt the heat of his cum filling your insides. You soon followed, finally exploding with pleasure so intense your moans morphed into soft laughs. Then, a slick warmth traveled down your legs, his cum was leaking out of you, dripping onto the floor in thick globs. Which made you even further gone into your orgasm. At this point you were basically humping your own hand to get every last bit you could.

Little did you know, he had pulled out of you already, just watching you get yourself off with a sick smile under that damn mask of his. He didn't touch you, didn't do a thing to you as he just sat and stared at your high. It almost got him hard all over again.. And finally when you came down from it, you realized, your cunt felt entirely empty again. Embarrassment washed over you as you swiftly turned to look at him.

He was still as a statue, dick back in his pants, zipped and buttoned as if nothing happened. In one hand he held a cloth, and just as quickly as you noticed it, he lunged for you and smacked it right over your face. Your vision once again blackened into nothing, only seeing the red frown as your eyelids heavily closed.

The drive back to the spot where he snatched you was entirely forgotten by the time you woke up and found yourself there. There was no trace of him, no trace of the truck, not a single sign you were taken other than your belongings scattered around you aside your bike, which, when you looked closer.. Had a symbol on it, a circle, with an X through it. Your eyebrows furrowed as suddenly now you were beginning to remember what had happened before this. A thrilling ride with a stranger and the most intense fucking you’d ever had in your life.

It was a given that the entire bike ride home, you replayed it in your head over, and over, and over.

[ratmillkk]

EJ [Eyeless Jack Headcannons] ~.•*

[[I lost the request to this but, whoever you are, here it is!]]

EJ is a really big man. I personally think this behemoth is around 6’7, buff and built like a truck. He definitely has muscles, because he’s a medical guy he for sure keeps up his physique for the health aspect of it. He’s chiseled, hard as a rock, and lowkey, I feel like his skin would be cold to the touch, like stone thats been sitting in a snow storm

EJ is extremely quiet, even with his s/o I feel as though he wouldnt have much to say, he prefers acts of service, and physical touch. He feels as though words are meaningless without some form of action to back them up, but he throws out the words entirely and simply puts all his effort into his actions.

He would do daily vital checks on you, checking your pulse, your blood pressure, little check ups to see how your health is. The second he smells a drop in your blood sugar he’s offering you some fruit to keep it at that perfect range. Vitamin deficiency, he’s supplying you with whatever food will get it back up. He takes care of you.

I see him as a protector, not jealousy, but a protector. If he senses any sort of threat or change in the air he’s making sure you’re safe before anything. Anyone being a creep towards you? They’re getting eaten. Anyone threatens you? Eaten. Though, with how brooding and scary he is, a silent stare would drive whoever it is away.

He loves your blood, loves smelling it, tasting it, when he’s inside you he’ll run a claw down your back and lick his claws clean of that sweet red. When you’re away, he doesnt admit it, but he definitely stole a small vial of your blood to keep around in his pocket.

[ratmillkk]

Hello 🤍 I’m Jade/Rat

[𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐦]

Hi! I’m Jade/Rat. Whichever you wanna call me is fine! I’m 22, I’ve liked creepypasta for about 10 years omg im a veteran 💪🏻 but I am new to posting on tumblr and im a lil nervy so pls cut me some slack

I write freaky stuff, only really about the creeps, AND only about the guys because I’m not knowledgeable about the girls, though I do love them anyway!

Tim/Masky-EJ-Jeff are my top 3 faves! but I also do Ben, Brian/Hoodie, and perhaps LJ…? I dunno how I feel about doing him yet but, if you submit a request for him just know it may not come to fruition I’m sorry babe.

I might not get to your request right away! I will try my hardest to but I cant promise anything, I will only write what I think I can do justice! Which tbh is most things but yk.

I love Marble Hornets, Creepypasta, and lots of other things! But you can count on me just to do Creppypasta/Marble Hornets content and writings just because thats… what this acc is for LOL

•𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬! 𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞

•𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

•𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐱𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲

•𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

•𝐈’𝐦 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐎 𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐠, 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐨, 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭, 𝐯𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟

•𝐎𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭

[ratmillkk]

Toby Rodgers/Ticci Toby Headcanons:

⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆˚𖥔 ݁

[[I have very different hcs for him than i most commonly see BUT ofc think what you want! I’m just here to share my personal opinion about him hehe]]

⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆˚𖥔 ݁

-He has a very snarky personality. I dont think he’s a very bubbly sunshine character as he’s typically portrayed. I definitely see him more of an angsty, sarcastic asshole but does it regardless of if he hates you or likes you, BUT, he would do it in a way where you could definitely tell wether he likes you or not. Though in a romantic sense I see him being really really sweet, but in a soft way, not in a submissive way, but softly. Friends he would be able to show more of his energetic side, but not quite as quirky, goofball soft boy as I commonly see.

-I feel like he can be lowkey isolative, after being bullied so severely in school, abused to bad by his father I dont see him being a super social person. Especially in the original story where he isolated himself from his family, it would make sense that he isolates himself from everyone else in the mansion as well. Just not to egregious degrees as someone like EJ would. It would take a lot to get close to him but when it happens he’s always near you.

-He gets into fights a lot, people try to pick on him, but he would try and defend himself instead of hiding with fear. Wether he would win every time is debatable but I definitely think he would put up a good fight and hold his own for a decent amount of time. He would probably start with some sort of “S-stop saying that shit-“ or “F-fuck off” to whoever it was, and if they kept pressing him I can see him throwing the first punch

-Going back to being hard to get close to, I think he would tolerate your presence for a little while, maybe not act friendly by any means but he would be at least civil and just talk to you if it meant you would leave him alone, but over time after small encounters I see him finding you curious, and actively going out of his way to talk and get to know you better.

-During missions instead of being clumsy in a chaotic crackhead way, he would be clumsy out of anxiety that he isnt doing well enough, he would get in his own head and mess something up just from being bombarded with panic and worry that he will fuck up, and then he does by letting his mind become cluttered with things that distract him. In this case he would take a beating from Tim or whoever, just out of guilt and shame that he was so stupid to have let himself fall victim to his fears again.

-Despite how much he hates when people bully him, he feels as though he deserves it in a way. For being the weakest, the smallest, the least capable of doing things perfectly every time. He would have a lot of self confidence issues because of it, and he defends himself while knowing their words are true, he just doesnt want them to be.