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Brian x reader
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a/n: first smau idk if I like it tho it’s supposed to be like a continuation of the last Drabble but idk if it feels like that anyways send me feedback pretty pls
Brian is a very quiet man. He’s naturally observant and seclusive in social settings, choosing to stand off to the side and watch the crowd as the people around him go on with their lives. He doesn’t make himself known to people upfront, no; he watches and waits, lurking behind them to memorize their schedules, the routes they’d take, the way they walked, the breaths they’d take per minute. He knows the full legal name, address, and history of someone before he ever steps in front of their path to introduce himself to them.
He first saw you at the supermarket, walking the aisles as you shopped mindlessly through throughout the stores, grabbing your usual items and then walking straight to the register to pay for them, like you have a million times before. You always went on a Sunday evening, and you always put little clips in your hair to get the pieces out of your face, something he noticed immediately about you. The clips were always different though, some were mismatched, some were more put together, but without fail, you’d decorate your hair with little clips every time you went out to the grocery store. He thought you were cute, and almost unconsciously, he began following you around after one of your many store visits.
He found out where you lived, and got up before sunrise the next day, driving over to the neighborhood you lived in. He took a shot in the dark, and predicted that you wouldn’t be much of an early bird and would most likely end up leaving for work or errands when the sun was shining—and he was right. He continued that routine for weeks, waking up early, following you to work, to your friends’ homes, to your family’s homes, every store you stopped at, all of it.
He would sometimes stalk you in public. He would dress in normal unassuming clothes, walk ten paces behind you, detouring and hiding in the crowd when you turned around in his direction. He would stop outside of whichever cafe you decided to go into, waiting patiently for you to walk by him with your little coffee in hand and headphones in your ears, preventing you from hearing the faint sound of footsteps trailing behind you.
Eventually, he came over one day, in the darkness of night, to see how hard it’d be to get inside your home undetected. You had been out with your friends, and decided to stay with one of them—your alcohol tolerance was terrible, you could only get a few drinks in before the blurriness got to you, poor thing. He was pleasantly surprised to be able to enter the backyard fairly easily, and with no animals or security systems to keep him out, he snuck inside of your home and began mentally mapping the layout, memorizing it for when he’d be invited in by sweet little you.
And at long last, after looking through every nook and cranny of your life, finding every little detail in each section of your medical records, stealing small items from your house that he knew you wouldn’t look too hard for, and being able to predict where you would be at in almost any given moment—he decided it was time to properly meet you in the supermarket, tearing your focus away from the fruit in your hands towards his oh so friendly smile, as he complemented the dainty little clips in your hair.
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a/n: im so into Brian being creepy it tickles a part of my brain ngh
> content/content warning: dubcon, consensual(?) drugging (weed), cross-fading, perversion, softdom!toby, civilian!reader, masturbation (m), panty stealing, dry humping, making out with tongue, fingering, p in v
> a/n: sorry it’s been a minute depression is kicking my ass right now but I still wanted to post something so ya first smut ever rate it in da comments ok love u bai ><
Your cheeks feel warm from the amount of alcohol you drank earlier in the night.
It's around 12 AM, almost half past, with you, Toby, and a handful of patrons scattered around the bar, the bartender looking slightly tired but mostly apathetic–he doesn't seem to mind the drunken state of everyone there. Speaking of which, you’re currently halfway slumped over the table, hand supporting your face, as you stare off into Toby’s pretty face, telling some story from earlier in the day that you couldn't be bothered with paying attention to.
As mean as it sounds, you truly couldn't help it, especially with how adorable he looks right now. His left hand is waving around as he dramatically recalls some new victim who put up more of a fight than usual, lost in his own world of whatever he's saying to you–tics interrupting him now and then. His right hand, however, is resting on your outer left thigh, occasionally rubbing and squeezing the fat wrapped around it.
Usually, in this state of overt drunkenness or things of the sort, youd like nothing more than for Toby to just grab ahold you and fuck you while he forces you in a headlock;desperately driving deep into your pulsing core over and over again, while he whines out pathetic attempts at apologizing for being so rough with his princess, his goddess, his saviour. Despite being so submissive-sounding and malleable, he rails into you like he's trying to make sure you end up pregnant with his kids.
But now is not the time for these kinds of thoughts, not only are there people around who would definitely notice you two fooling around in public–due to him being annoyingly loud–but you’re confident Toby would hate to take advantage of you in such a vulnerable state. As ironic as it sounds, what with him being an axe murderer who regularly butchers his targets for his…eccentric boss, he's regularly shown an apparent distaste for the perverted men he's come across who ogle you down like a fresh piece of meat, stating he’d rather die than make you feel used and discarded like trash–even though you'd like nothing more than to feel like a doll for him and him only to use for gratification.
“Hey babe, I-I’ll be right back, j-just gonna go get us o-one more drink before w-we get out of h-here, okay?”
In your state of lust-filled drunkenness, you failed to realize that you’ve zoned out and Toby's gotten up to get you one last drink, taking a little longer than the other times he has, and only processing his last words when he comes back, alcohol in hand.
“Oh shit..thanks Tobes. I’m sorry I'm just a little drunker than usual right now,” you say as you get up from off your hand and straighten up, arms raised above your head and your tight top pulling across your torso as you stretch out your muscles, defining your exposed decolletage. You don't notice the way his eyes seem to glaze over it hungrily, almost predatory-like.
“Awh r-really? Don’t worry, I a-added something special in y-your drink, j-just for a little m-more fun.” He slides the drink over to you, a peach margarita (you’ve lost count of how many you've had tonight), and you wrap your lips around the straw, sipping the concoction eagerly. You think you taste some liquid weed inside. “I-I promise, we’ll leave o-once we're done w-with these, okay a-angel?”
Almost another hour goes by before you two leave, his arm locked around the side of your waist making sure you don't trip flat on your face, and your own slung around his shoulder supporting yourself in a very close side hug. The ride home almost feels like forever, with both the alcohol and weed tickling every nerve in your body at this point, making you hyperaware of every sensation hitting you;the wind from the open window flowing through your hair, the feel of the leather seat beneath you smoothing over every inch of exposed skin atop of it, Toby’s right hand refusing to go any fucking higher from between the middle of your thighs. It’s honestly embarrassing how needy you are right now, every jolt from his tics doing absolutely nothing to help the growing wetness pooling in your underwear right now–its nearly impossible to compose yourself with how much he's tempting you right now.
The torturous car ride finally comes to a stop as he pulls up to your house, and being ever such a gentleman, he scoops you up into your arms and leads you inside of the house, refusing to let you touch the ground until he reaches your bedroom, setting you on your bed. “I'll be b-back in a second, let m-me get you some w-water so you c-can feel b-better, okay p-pretty?”
About a minute or two goes by until he comes back into the room again, sitting besides your lying form on the bed and helping you back up as he hands you the half opened water bottle. Despite being almost on another plane of existence, his touch feels like a singe on your skin, igniting every miniscule cell in your nervous system to surrender to his will, taking over your mind completely.
“Can you jus sseriously stop doin’ that…” The words slur out before you can even think to stop yourself, hinting towards the brutal effect his presence has on you. He looks back at you, confusion etched in the muscles of his face.
“W-what?”
“L-like, sstop fuckin’ teassing me…its making me want to die.” You tilt your head towards him and look at him through glazed eyes, trying eye fuck him enough in the hopes that he’ll catch the hint.
He doesn’t. “W-what do you m-mean teasing? I’m j-j-just, I don't k-know, helping you u-up? Here? W-What are y-you talking a-about angel?” His tics start flaring up, the thought of annoying you spurring them on more than usual.
You sigh loudly and roll your eyes, trying to cope with his oblivious and lovely cluelessness, no matter how much it makes you want to strangle him (affectionately of course). “Toby. You are makin’ it, so, so hard, to not wwant to fuck your brainss out right now,” you say as you caress the side of his face with his scar, a stark contrast of fragility in comparison to your confession just now.
He looks completely taken aback, your words stirring something deep within him. Conflicting feelings race through his mind as he thinks over what you said. He loves you dearly and would do absolutely whatever you tell him to do, but while you're drunk? And high at that? He couldn't possibly bring himself to take advantage of you in such a vulnerable way. I mean, sure–has it come up in his many fantasies while masturbating at the thought of you going dumb on every feeling of his body on yours, with his eyes sewn completely shut as he rubs his cock through the folds of one of the many pieces of underwear he stole from you, imagining it's your pretty little pussy instead, with you beneath him whining and begging him to stop teasing you and just fuck you already? Yea, but so what? Everyone has their weird kinks, and while a deep-seated desire to give into you threatens to overtake him, he knows better than to just pounce on you without any sort of serious conversation first, especially, when you’re in such a state like this! Unless, of course, these are sober thoughts coming up while drunk, something he’s heard of, which couldn’t be possible, right? Surely you don't really want him to actually take full control of you and overpower you physically while your completely subdued and unable to run from him-
“Toby.” You surprise him further with nothing but a blank stare as he snaps out of his trance.
“Y-yes b-?”
You don't let him finish whatever pet name he was going to call you, as you grab his chin and pull him towards your lips in a devastatingly fervent kiss. His lips feel like absolute heaven on you, every edge of the chewed up skin on his lips rubbing against your lip-glossed ones. You’re barely ten seconds into making out and you’re already biting his bottom lip, forcing him to open up to further your assaults into his mouth. He complies, and starts whimpering soft groans as you start sucking on his tongue in the same manner as you would his dick. His hands are stuck to your hips as you continue your onsets of licking and sucking on him, and through the mess of his mouth on yours, you’re able to muster up enough strength to push him down on your bed, lying diagonally from where he was originally sitting, with his knees hanging off the edge of the bed. In a brief but depressing moment, you force yourself to pull off of his mouth in order to straddle his own hips and begin humping the noticeable tent in his pants, running your clothed clit over the material of his jeans over and over again, letting small groans fall from your lips.
You lean down to the side of his face, lips brushing his ears, with your hand placed over his mouth to shut him up so he can listen to you. “I nneed you sso badly right now…you have no fffucking idea, Tobes.” As stupid as he sounds from your insistent grinding on him, he proves to be somewhat intelligible as he turns to meet your gaze, clouded by a veil of lust. “Ever ssince I got even sslightly tipssy, the only thing thatss been on my mmind all night…is making s-sure you fffuck me into next week,” your words come out weak, slurred as a result of your scattered but intensely horny brain. You don't allow him to speak while you continue your machinations on him. “I hate you, and your ffucking re-resspectfullness or whatthellever it is, you’re ssuch a gentleman and while it's so so sweet, sometimes i just want you to ruin me and treat me like a toy for you to use,” the words start mixing together, driving you in a corner forcing you to expose your true thoughts to him. “Ssometimes, I jus wish you’d lose control and fforce me to handle the brunt of it all.”
And what kind of lover would Toby be if he rejected your unrelenting begging?
Already eager to satisfy your every desire, your pleas set off that intrinsic hunger within him, screaming and clawing at every part of his insides as it makes its way to the forefront of his mind. With an unseen force and firmness, he grabs onto your waist and repositions you to have you pinned underneath him completely, restricting your lower half from budging out underneath him. He picks up where you left off, grinding his pert crotch into the barriers of fabric separating you from him. His hands find their way to your hair, pulling your head to the side to make room for his mouth on the side of your face.
“I-I’m so s-sorry y-you’re just so p-rretty, I c-can’t help m-myself around you, e-especially w-when you’re like t-this.” His breath drags across your cheek, the sound of his broken voice reaching your ears. You can feel a slight wetness spread across the side of your face, nearly reaching your eye and eyebrow. He’s crying. “I-I’ve always w-wanted you like this u-under me, y-you know that?” With every word, his adamant hips speed up, chasing his and your release onto one another. “I-I-I know, it's d-disgusting and g-gross, but just s-seeing you out of your m-mind like this m-makes me w-wonder how you’d l-look if I was t-t-touching you during it. O-o-or maybe even i-inside of you, if y-you’d let me. B-but I know you would, w-won't you?” He looks up from his place next to your face, and small tears stream down his pleading flushed face, looking for any shift of discomfort in your facial muscles. “Please a-angel, I need you s-s-so badly and I-I know y-you need it as well, so p-please let me give it to you.”
You let out the shaky breath you didn't realize you were holding in, and relaxed your body fully. You meet his imploring eyes, his gaze awaiting your permission to defile the temple that is your body. “Do what you want with me Tobes, I’m all yours.”
Upon hearing those words, his body physically perks up like a dog and immediately halts his writhing atop of you, forcing the approaching orgasm away from you. You whine at the loss of stimulation, but Toby completely disregards any complaints from you and instead is focused on removing the barrier of fabric restricting him from you. After making quick work of removing your clothes and tossing them onto the floor with disregard, he pounces back onto you and grabs your thighs to spread them apart while he towers over you. He roughly pulls you closer to him, and folds your legs so that they're nearly pressing up against your chest. “I-I’ve been w-waiting for s-soo long t-to do this.” You start to look up at him in confusion, before you experience what is possibly the best sensation a person could ever experience in their life: the feeling of being stroked ever so slightly on their sex while completely high and drunk. His fingers barely slide over the softness of your clit, but you’re already so taken aback from both the foreplay and the spiked drinks from earlier in the night, that even a small touch is enough to make a chill rush down your spine. The pads of his fingers torture you with small kitten touches, gently swiping across your folds, barely pressing against your opening. “Hah..Toby..”
“Yes p-pretty girl?” He retracts his fingers from where you need him most, teasingly caressing the skin above your cunt, pretending like he doesn't know exactly what he’s doing to you. A small frustrated groan escapes you, and you grab his wrist to place him back in your clit, making slow circular motions with his hand.
“K-keep doing that please. Don’t you dare sstop.” He resumes his soft strokes on your sweet spot, and pressing chaste kisses on your face, a stark contrast from the movements of his fingers on your pussy.
“I-I don't know w-what I'd do without y-you. Without your p-pretty face, without your pretty s-smile, without your p-pretty boobs and your pretty l-little cunt.” He drops his hand toward your opening, and dips two of his fingers inside, the pads enveloped by your silky walls. “Y-You know, this h-has been a d-dream of m-mine for a while, getting you all dazed like t-this and h-having you think about n-nothing but my f-fingers inside of y-you.” He starts to move them back and forth, a steady pace that builds up into a devastating warmth in your lower stomach, the flame being fanned with his every breath on your face as he whispers filth into your ear. “Y-Your a f-fucking devil, you k-know that? You s-sit there, looking s-so pretty, looking u-up at me so i-innocently, but you k-know exactly w-what you do to me.” You can feel him on and in every inch of you, his essence completely suffocating you into submission as his fingers speed up inside of you. “I’m a fucking d-dog for you, I’ll g-get on the ground and w-writhe at your feet i-if it means y-you’ll look at me like y-you actually love me.”
“Ngh, Toby Toby toby, fuck I’m- I’m close, god.” Every inch of your body burned with the intensity of his fingers inside of you, reaching that sweet spot with every dive. You squeezed around him, forcing every part of your cunt around him. The peak is nearly there, your gasps become short and your body shaking under Toby. “Hah.. Toby Toby Toby please don’t stop I’m so-ah”
“Cmon p-pretty girl” he huffed towards you, relishing the look of delighted plastered over your face. “I know y-you can do it.”
Your whines sped up, air escaping your lungs with every short breath you took. A crumbling sensation made its way from the pits of your stomach full force into every corner of your abused cunt, causing your legs to shake and tremble in a newfound tiredness.
He removed his fingers from your hole, covered with the evidence of your need for him, and licked his fingers up while he stared down at you. The sight was so perverted, you bent practically in half with your legs over his shoulders, naked and wet with cum in between your thighs. The image of you burned into his mind, while also coaxing his own dick to press further into your thigh.
After cleaning himself up, he moved to turn you around, pushing your face into the pillow below you and forcing your ass into the air. From behind, you could hear him taking off his own clothing, the rustling of clothing and the unbuckling of his belt telling you how fast he was trying to go—a small giggle escaped you when you noticed.
“What a-are you laughing at?” Toby commented, voice mimicking to an offended tone.
“Nothing, you're jus reaally cute.” You turned your head back towards him to look at him, giving him a sickeningly sweet smile—contrasting the way he just was about to fuck into you.
“Well I,” he said, pushing himself inside of you while he spoke.
“Ah, Toby,” his movements caught you off guard, not expecting him to penetrate you so quickly. You dove the side of your head back into the pillows, eyes closing as you felt him on top of you.
“I t-think you’re c-cuter.” He leaned down to give a quick kiss to your cheek, before starting to move back and forth inside of you.
Appealing to your demands, Toby had started off moderately paced, getting used to being fully wrapped around your warm pussy. Before long though, he stuck his own head in the crook of your neck behind, and began shoving you himself repeatedly into you, headboard knocking into the wall with how aggressive his movements became. “Ah fuck, a-angel, you f-feel too nice, hah” His arms wrapped around you, confining you to him, forcing you to feel every inch of him both inside and outside of your body. The way he was slamming into you was nearly overstimulating, barely giving you time to process the severity of his thrusts. His hands were all over you, frantically moving from different parts of your back, to your side, neck, wrapping around you and treating you like the pillow he’d use when he missed you.
“Ngh, y-you’re so beautiful, g-god I l-love you so m-much, fuck fuck fuck.” Toby was practically drooling on you, face a mess with tears streaming down his face and constant open-mouthed kisses smearing saliva all over your neck and shoulders. “You’re m-mine, you’re a-all mine, say it, s-say you belong t-to me.”
“I-I’m, I’m all yours Toby, forever a-and ever,” He sped up behind you, reaching towards your mutual climax. He let out a high pitched whine, before fully spilling inside your warm pussy. You bit his arm that was tied around the front of your neck, cumming with a muffled shout around him for the second time that night.
He collapsed on top of you, still stuck inside of you while he cuddled you sweetly. You turned your head to look at him, eyes glossed with love and lust for him, the emotions swirling around inside your chest. “Hi” you giggled, ignoring the fact he was halfway passed out on you.
“Hi” he took a deep breath, before pulling out of you and settling to your side, lying next to you properly and fixing one of your blankets to cover your bottom halves. He looked towards your face, staring intently at the details of your features. “You're s-so pretty, really. I-I don't know w-what I did to d-deserve you.” A stupid smile grew across your face, flustered from his comment, as he moved his hand to smooth over the side of your cheek.
“Well whatever it was, you’re stuck with me and can't ever get rid of me.” You kissed the tip of his nose and ran your fingers through his hair, fluffy and slightly damp with sweat. Grabbing onto a few of the strands, you pulled him towards your chest, hugging his head while he began to wrap his own arms around you.
“T-That’s all I c-could ever want p-pretty girl,” he smiled and kissed across your collarbone gently, pecking small promises into your skin, swearing himself to you with every touch.
Getting with Tim was so difficult it could be considered an Olympic sport with the amount of emotional turmoil you two were going through. To start, he’s terribly avoidant and will distance himself from anyone who tries to get close to him, not for his sake but for their own;he feels so deeply that one day he’ll hurt the ones he loves badly and won’t be able to make it right. He’s so scared of betrayal and loss that to stop himself from feeling it, he blocks off the chance at connection completely, severing any potential chances for a healthy relationship. It takes him a while to fall in love with you. It takes even longer for him to consider you a friend. But after a while, things get easier and he loosens up with you. He’ll stop ignoring your texts all the time and respond to most of them within 5 minutes. He’ll be able to talk about things other than the weather and what you two ate for that morning, and actually gauge how interested you are in the conversations you have. Eventually, once in a blue moon, he’ll start getting you little things that reminded him of you. He’ll be the one to go up to you and feel comfortable enough to rant to you about whatever’s frustrating him. Soon enough though? He’ll sit out on his porch with you, sharing a cigarette and a beer as he tells you about his past, about his parents, being in the hospital, meeting Brian, about Alex and how it all started, everything. He’ll lay his bare self to you one day, and feel safe in the knowledge that you’ll take care of him and will never let him go.
a/n: got strck with a burst of inspiration and wrote this in a solid 5 minutes. Enjoy this little appetizer I’m nearly done w my one shot.
Tim Wright and Masky have a somewhat complicated relationship towards one another. They’re not exactly alters in the sense that they’re two distinct personalities, but it’s more so that anytime Tim’s sent on any kind of mission where brutality is required and is the only way to get along with it, the idea of Masky will present itself as an identity for Tim to step into to briefly forget his humanity, in order to protect himself from the trauma of slaughtering yet another innocent but unfortunately curious mind. In this state, Masky is mostly stone faced and quiet, preferring one word answers over full sentences and letting out the occasional hum in acknowledgment. You’ll only ever really see him if he chooses to seek you out right after a particularly rough mission or if you’re able to catch him before he adjusts back to his life outside of depravity and death. When you do see him however, you’ll notice he becomes extremely possessive, borderline clingy, and terribly jealous if you’re focused on anything but him. While he won’t say much about whatever is making him jealous in the moment, you’ll feel it in the way he tries to tug you away from whoever it is trying to grab your attention, refusing to let up until you focus on him completely. When he does eventually succeed, you’ll find yourself sitting on his lap facing him while he crushes you in a tight bear hug, sinking his face into the crook of your neck and focusing on every small detail of yours, grounding himself in your presence and slowly transitioning back into your beloved Tim.
a/n: do we freak with this interpretation or nah I thought of this up in the shower and wanted to write it down I personally like it but lmk what yall think
Imagine teaching Tim Wright spanish. Or at least being with him long enough for him to pick up on little things.
You’re lying on his lap with him watching some obscure movie in the background and you mindlessly scrolling your phone, both enjoying the comfort of each other's presence without needing to speak to one another. All of a sudden, he starts rubbing your arm, telling you he needs to get up so he can go change and get ready for bed. You look up at him, and just go, “No me quieres?”
He sighs, sounding slightly annoyed at the phrase. “No, I do, I just need to get up.”
Around half an hour later, when you’re laid in bed, unwinding with a small book in your hands, he slips in the covers with you and rests his head on your shoulder, waiting for you to reciprocate any affection towards him. He starts kissing up the side of your face, while you sit there, completely unfazed and concentrated on the text in your book.
“Hey hon, you okay?” He asks, smoothing his palm over the hair above your ear, giving his full attention to you.
“I’m okay,” you say softly, not even looking at him.
“You sure? You’re uh, acting a little stiff there.” He looks at you, lips pulled in a slightly concerned smile.
“I’m quite alright,” you say as you set your book down on the bedside next to you. “I don’t even know why you care, porque no me quieres,” you murmur, slightly agitated.
He sighs exasperatedly, and without a word, he wraps his arms around your waist and positions you to lie on the bed, him spooning you from behind. “Now what do I have to do to change your mind baby?”
You pout slightly, and give a dramatic hum of consideration. “Mm, you could kiss me and tell me you love me. Then cuddle me to sleep.”
He chuckles softly, and kisses the back of your neck, whispering little I love yous before sitting up slightly and turning your head to face him. “Hey. Te amo, amor,” he says, before leaning in and kissing you deep and passionately. You sleep soundly that night, wrapped in his arms and safe in the comfort of his love for you.
inspired by my own parents. my dad “hates” when my mom does this but he’ll still cuddle her in bed.
translation: “you don’t love me?” “because you don’t love me.”
> pairings: toby x reader, jeff x reader, eyeless jack x reader, laughing jack x reader, nina x reader, natalie x reader, brian thomas x reader, tim wright x reader (separate)
> word count: 1.6K
> content/content warning: just some cutie headcannons on how I think Valentine’s Day would go with them. Suggestive in parts but nothing extremely overt.
> a/n: yayy Valentine’s Day teehee all the love is so ouh wowie love it so so much but anyways some characters here took a little bit out of me to write so if there’s any criticisms of ooc pls bring it up as id like to improve my characterization for these silly guys ^^ also might do a little drabble on Tim’s part if the fans would want to see that 👀
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Toby
The kind to be loud and proud about it.
Wakes you up to smother you with kisses the moment you open your eyes like you have to practically tear him off of you to catch your breath.
Spoils you the whole day and wouldn’t let you do anything, saying it’s his duty as your valentine and boyfriend to not let you lift a single finger the entire day.
Goes out with you and does whatever you want/whatever he has planned for you guys.
Takes you out to some local carnival or fair late at night.
Wins you those stupid prizes by either spending all of the money he pickpocketed off of people and/or nicely threatening the attendant with their life if they don’t allow you guys to win.
Wins you one of those giant teddy bears and would be so proud of it too
Afterwards would take you out to the forest to a small clearing and declare his love for you all over again.
Makes love to you right then and there under the stars with just you and the wildlife around you two.
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Jeff
The kind to act like he doesnt care but surprises you with a gift at the end of the day
It’d be something small that he knows you'll love, like a keychain, one of those cringey stuffed animals, or a messy bundle of flowers
Plays it off and acts nonchalant if you say something about it
Wouldn't want to go out in public with you but would be alright with going around stealing shit from closed stores.
MIght go on a small spree with you if you really wanted to.
Snatches some weed of a dealer and smokes it with you on top of an abandoned building
When he's high he’d hold onto you just a little more, when he doesn't have anything (affectionately) snarky to say he’ll just stare at you with a look of gentle adoration
Would give you the best head ever at the end of the day when you guys go home, it doesn’t matter if your legs have gone limp around his shoulders, he’ll risk getting a jaw sore if it means you’ll reach heaven with his mouth on you.
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Eyeless Jack
The kind to show you his love privately but passionately.
Would plan out the day in advance to make sure everything is set up properly
So attentive to every detail its almost unbelievable how prepared he is
Since he can't go out in public, he would plan something for you to do at home
He'd make you a nice candlelit dinner and gift you a few things you'd mentioned in passing in your previous conversations with him, a book you said you'd like to read, a piece of jewelry you mentioned seeing at the store one day, a record of an artist you said you liked (which he’d put on in the background during the night)
Grows a small garden of flowers to give you for special occasions
Wraps the bouquet in a simple but elegant ribbon of your favorite color with decorative small white flowers that complimented the larger ones
After dinner, he'd put on one of your favorite movies and cuddle you the whole way through
At the end of the night, he'd take you to bed and have you lie back while he does all the work, making sure to let you know every inch of you is loved and adored by him.
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Laughing Jack
The kind to be your personal clown and magician all day, performing at your request.
One of the creeps who could actually go out with you–thanks to his powers allowing him to be visible to certain people
You two go out to all sorts of places, the aquarium, fair, and finally a theme park later in the day
At night, he'd scare people for your personal entertainment; just name the person and he’ll do whatever you please to them.
Makes you a balloon flower bouquet, something so completely and uniquely him that makes you melt with affection
Induces a hallucination of a beautiful firework show while he whispers how much he loves and adores you, his breath tickling your ear
After the festivities he'd take you to his own personal circus realm and takes forever with you, teasing you with every stroke across your body, before finally bringing you to satisfaction
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Nina
The kind to be fawning over you nonstop all day.
You thought she was overtly clingy on regular days? Valentine's day is a whole other level!
Wakes you up with her in between your legs, lazily licking and sucking on you.
After making you whine and beg for it, she’d surprise you with so many things she'd gotten for you over the course of the month, from clothes to trinkets to any other sort of items she knew you'd like, it's all gifts galore.
She’ll sneak you into a dark concert and you two would go absolutely wild in the crowd.
Might even slip a finger or two inside of you during it. She just can't keep her hands to herself, she can't help it, especially not today!
Shows you off to the people around you two but at the same time if ANYONE even looks at you with a hint of interest you’ll have to hold her back from stabbing them in the face (she gets them afterwards).
After everything ends and you two are alone cuddling she starts spilling her guts out to you, telling you how special you are to her and how she couldn't dream of living without you and how you're never allowed to leave her.
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Natalie
The kind to ignore everyone and everything just for you.
Every single year during this time she’ll take the entire week off and no one can get a hold of her for absolutely anything.
So for the whole week every day is kinda like Valentine’s Day
You’ll wake up with her already spooning you and kissing you all over
Bathes with you with you in her arms and her back to the wall, telling you how much she loves and adores you and how special you are to her
Occasionally her hand slips a little lower during it, playing with your sweet spot under the bubbles, swallowing all your soft whines and pleads with her mouth on yours
Would prefer to stay home with you but wouldn't mind going out if you wanted to.
Due to her line of work, she's out most days of the week but this specific week she’ll be able to shower you in nothing but care and love.
On valentines day specifically though, she'd give you a few sketches she made of you while you weren't paying attention.
Watches those cheesy rom-coms with you and makes fun of every single character in them–despite giving a soft smile towards the endings.
Would also dick you down with her strap almost every night (unless you weren't up for it, then she'd just go down on you)
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Brian
The traditional kind of valentine.
Wakes you gently with your favorite breakfast already on the table, still warm and fresh.
Tells you to get ready for something he has planned for you, but doesn't tell you until you get there.
Helps you zip up or button up into whatever you need help with, but gets a little distracted from seeing the exposed skin.
You end up leaning on the bathroom countertop, his chest pressed against your back, one hand gently stroking and prodding at your nipples while the other furthers its devilish ministrations against your sex.
After getting ready, he surprises you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers that he stashed out of your sight and a small but lovely accessory that goes exactly with your outfit.
Ends up taking you two to the theatre. If you two live in a larger city, it’ll be a production such as Hadestown, Moulin Rouge!, or something he knew you’d appreciate.
If not, then it'd probably be a concert playing passionate classics.
Continuing with the surprises, when you two get home, he’ll unveil a small picnic he had set up for you earlier in the day, with candles, a bottle of smooth rich red wine waiting for you, and a little radio playing your favorite romantics.
The night is lovely, with just you two enveloped in a world of enchantment and serenity, completely consumed with one another's presence.
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Tim
The kind to be the most relaxed about the event, secure in the fact it’s you with him and him with you.
Would be clingier through the day though, constantly touching or holding onto you in some way shape or form.
Would you play a dreamy little song on his guitar for you, something he knows you'd love
When it gets dark, however, he’ll take you out to a small hole in the wall bar, drinking and dancing with you at his side.
During slow dances, he'll hold you close to him, his head resting beside your own, the side of his face being tickled by the strands of hair beneath it.
His hands planted on the sides of your hips, fingers almost able to reach across your back.
He’ll mutter small devotions to you, promising himself to you all over again.
The night moves along swiftly, with you two enjoying each other's nearness and company.
When you two get home, he takes control of you with soft dominance, not rough or demanding, but with careful attention and meticulousness with his every action.
Gives you exactly what he knows is best for you, already knowing your every need and desire.
note: I hope no one's mad I set aside the requests for a bit!! I got some silly hc ideas I wanna write now :3
Jeff the Killer
He LOVES the pushback; your brattiness eggs him on, so he grabs your wrists and teases "Keep talking shit, babe, see what happens."
If you're being extra pissy, he just tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and hauls you to the bedroom, ignoring your protests with a grin.
Mornings when you refuse to get up, he yanks the blankets off and hovers over you, murmuring threats that turn into playful bites on your neck.
Jeff's go-to for bratty attitude is wrestling you into submission—half fighting, half foreplay, until you're both laughing and out of breath.
Complains about your attitude but secretly thrives on it, responding with sarcastic jabs that escalate into heated makeout sessions.
When you sulk and ignore him, he corners you in the kitchen, hands sliding up your sides suggestively until you crack a smile.
Shopping sprees where you demand everything? He drags you into a changing room, whispering how he'll make you pay later.
Overall, he's all rough affection—your brattiness is his favorite game, always ending with him pinning you down possessively.
Eyeless Jack
He's like a patient predator—your brattiness amuses him, met with silent, intense dominance that always leaves you flustered.
EJ stays eerily calm when you start your fits, just tilting his head and murmuring in that low voice "You done yet?" while his hands grip your waist.
He counters your whining by pulling you into his lap silently, letting his claws trace lazy circles on your thighs until you melt.
Bratty about meals? He pins you to the counter, force-feeding you bites with a smirk hidden under his mask, his touch lingering.
If you're throwing attitude during a movie night, he shifts you onto his chest, one hand slipping under your shirt to quiet you down.
Loves when you pout and demand attention—he responds by scooping you up bridal-style, carrying you off without a word, straight to bed.
Your sass gets a deadpan stare, then he leans in close, breath hot against your ear with "Test me again, and I'll make you behave."
Mornings of refusing to share the blanket end up with him draping over you entirely, his cold body pressing down until you're squirming and giving in.
Ben Drowned
Ben glitches the TV to some creepy game over whenever you start bitching about chores, then pulls you onto the couch with a cheeky "C'mere and make it up to me."
He's glued to his console, you whine for attention—he pauses, yanks the controller away, and has you grinding in his lap instead.
If you're bratty over him ignoring you for hours, he hacks your phone to spam flirty messages, then tackles you laughing when you storm in.
You kick his ass at Mario Kart and gloat? He flips the console off, pins you to the floor, and "drowns" you in sloppy, vengeful kisses.
You better not complain about his messy room. Otherwise Ben drags you into the chaos, stripping shirts in a mock wrestling match that heats up quick.
He loves egging on your attitude with trash talk during games, escalating to bets where losing means you strip a layer.
Sulking because he ate your snacks? He feeds you from his hand, fingers brushing your lips teasingly until you're not mad anymore.
If you mock his occasional glitches, he keeps you in place with tickles that turn into him hovering over you, smirking and breathing heavily.
Ticci Toby
Toby twitches harder when you're being a brat, stammering "S-stop that" while grabbing your arm, but his grip turns needy fast.
You whine about the cold during one of the forest hikes—he bundles you in his hoodie, hands sneaking inside for "extra warmth" that lingers.
Loves tackling you into a pile of leaves, muffling your complaints with frantic kisses.
He fumbles apologies when you pout, but ends up nuzzling your neck, whispering how your attitude drives him crazy.
If you refuse to eat, Toby shoves you against the counter, feeding you messy bites straight from his mouth.
Complaining he talks too much? He shuts you up by pulling you flush against him, tics quieting as things get steamy.
If you mock his stutters, Toby's eyes flash as he corners you with surprising speed, demanding apologies.
Laughing Jack
LJ cackles wildly at your brattiness, scooping you up mid-tantrum and spinning you until you're dizzy and clinging to him.
You sulk ignoring his jokes? LJ pops up behind, arms wrapping tight, grinding against you with a raspy "Not laughing now, huh?"
If you're complaining his place's too cramped, he pulls you into the tiny space, bodies pressed everywhere, turning complaints to moans.
Sass about his black-and-white look gets him painting your lips with candy, tongue following to "match."
Kicking off during storytime—he silences you with a kiss, claws slipping under your shirt deviously.
If you mock him, he amps it up, chasing you through the forest until he catches you for breath-stealing cuddles.
Primal play to punish you is his everything.
Jason the Toymaker
Jason stays perfectly still when you start whining, just watching with those empty eyes until you run out of steam and flop beside him.
Bratty about his endless tinkering? He sets his tools down, pats his lap expectantly, and you end up there watching him work in silence.
You pout and demand attention—he tilts his head, crafts a tiny figurine of yourself, and hands it over wordlessly.
If you're complaining the workshop's too dim, Jason lights a few more lanterns, then pulls you onto his lap to share the glow.
Kicking off over nothing—he simply stands, scoops you up like a doll, and carries you to a cozy corner to sit together.
Bratty sulks get him sitting nearby, methodically polishing a gear while you vent, never interrupting.
Tim Wright
Tim rubs his temples at your whining but cracks a tired smirk, pulling you down onto the couch for a no-nonsense cuddle.
If you're bratty about his smoking, he stubs it out, grabs your chin, and mutters "Happy now?" before kissing you smoky and deep.
You kick off during one of his brooding stares—he snaps out of it, hauls you over his shoulder, and dumps you straight in bed.
Sass his quiet moods? He responds by backing you against the wall, hands on your hips, voice low with "Keep going."
Bratty demands for food runs end up with him cooking something simple, feeding you while his free hand wanders your thigh.
When you're sulking alone, Tim senses it from rooms away, wordlessly scoops you up and sways like it's a slow dance.
If you're complaining over chores, he joins in silently, bumping hips with you at the sink until it turns into a splash fight.
When you pout during quiet reads, he sets his book down, tugs you between his legs, and reads aloud with you nestled close.
Brian Thomas
Brian just chuckles low when you start your whining, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you flush against him.
Sulking turns to him draping over you on the bed, lazy kisses trailing down your neck till you're smiling.
When you demand snacks, he raids the kitchen with you, cornering you by the fridge for handfuls and handfuls of gropes.
You kick off about the couch being lumpy—he flips it with you on it, landing straddled across his lap mid-rant.
Whining during car rides? Brian pulls over quickly, climbs into the back with you for a makeout that fogs the windows.
If you complain about his playlists, he hands you the aux, but only after you sit shotgun with his hand on your thigh the whole drive.
When you pout during game nights, Brian lets you win once, then "cheats" by distracting with neck bites and victory laps on his lap.
Complaining the bed's cold? He slides in naked, wraps around you like a furnace, whispering teases until you're heated in all ways possible.
Mammon who would take you the casino with him, his pretty treasure, he just loved showing you off. You both could feel the cold glares from the other demons in the casino. A pretty human with the avatar of greed? Who wouldn’t stare !
Mammon has you perched up on his lap, And god does he love when you wear that skirt, not his fault he can’t control himself when you move in a way that sends shivers up his spine. Fuck now he’s hard….he’s stuck between not losing a fuck ton of grimm, and rushing to the restroom and fucking you—and obviously, he chose the latter. That’s how you two ended up in the restroom his hand over your mouth as he fucked you from behind.
“F-fuck….you just had to be a slut and wear that shit out…?” he says as he shoves your skirt higher, pushing it to your waist “all those demons….f..fucking staring at you, but they c-could never have you… better stay quiet unless you want them hearing” he whispers into your ear
mammon who loves showing you off then reminding you who you belong to.
Tim Wright is definitely the kind of guy to love pretty night gowns–just something about the thin, delicate fabric flowing through his fingers as he tugs them on or off of you scratches some itch he never knew he had. His large gruff hands contrast against the smooth refined fabric of the shift on top of them, as he slides his hands further and further up your stomach towards your soft chest. Any kind of dress with see-through or sheer fabric makes him starstruck, his lips exploring every inch of the material with soft kisses, unable to pull his eyes away from your teasing form beneath him, separated only by a veil of the chiffon. And don't even get him started on seeing you first thing in the morning, with tired eyes, a messily tied up bun, and your short baby-doll nightgown falling slightly at the chest, exposing the slight fall of your breasts due to gravity. He thinks he could die happy in moments like that.
got a new nightgown so obviously I had to write down a small piece for my lovely bf tim <3333
> x reader mainly, little bit of char x char, kid & adult (notice how we use & instead of x no proshipping in my house), familial, platonic, fluff, angst, smut, smaus, headcannons, drabbles, oneshots, and at most three part series
what i won’t write
> any romantic/sexual content regarding underage characters x legal adults, sexual content with underage characters in general, rape fetish fics, the regular bullshit and a half
specifications
> pls specify if you’d like x reader fics to be attributed to a specific gender/sex, if not I’ll go with usually fem/gn descriptions, as it’s what I’m mostly accustomed to
> for smut i will write dubcon fics if asked but that’s as far as ill go
> I won’t shy away from a lot of kinks or fetishes so if you want me to try something just let me know and as long as it aligns with my rules I’ll be happy to write it out for you!
