I see the creeps reader(especially the proxies) bidding the shit out of them in their body.
Huh? What's that baby girl? Kitten wants to me to come downstairs? Daddies coming
#alphamale #alphamaleforlife #bigdickenergy
Reader in Tim’s body is genuinely wreaking havoc on society.
He steps foot in the door and you’re air thrusting. You’re saying things he can barely comprehend in his voice. You’re flexing his own biceps in his face and telling him to feel it. Readers leaning against the window and brooding for the fuck of it.
I like to think that all this is happening at the same time from the same event.
Tim’s reader is meeting up with Brian’s reader in their bodies. They’re giggling while looking like scary grown ass men. It’s so jarring and Tim and Brian are trying their best to be normal, but they’re literally watching themselves prance around the yard.
Like your mannerisms look so weird coming from him. He doesn’t know how to feel.
At one point, you pout when talking to him and he actually has to take a lap. He loves your pout- just not when it’s on his face.
I love the proxy polycue you do, and i was wondering if you were planning other group polycues?
My first thought is Toby and EJ but it would be REALLY funny if angel-adjacent reader somehow bagged Jeff and Habit.
They’re both so hard headed but reader is literally half divine and was made to keep things on earth peaceful- which leads to the weirdest polycule ever.
She and Habit have known each other for multiple cycles because she completes the four arrows. All life must have balance, and she settled the scale when everything was created.
Habit really hated her at first, but after eons of being around each other he just excepts it. However he has become oddly possessive of her, so when she starts getting close to Jeff, he has to start problems.
Yada yada years pass- and now they’re both dating you.
I hate endeavour from MHA more than anyone on planet earth. That big greedy gluttonous large foreheaded chopped hoe gets no respect from me.
I wish death upon him every night. I can’t STAND that big bitch. His name alone invokes a rage in me the way it does in Tim when his previous self gets mentioned.
This page is NOT safe for fans of that ran through red whore. Let that be known.
"You were the last good thing about this part of town."
Summary: after your car breaks down on the side of the road, you meet a trio of creeps that are more than happy to help. it just so happens that one of them doesn't want to let you go just yet.
word count: 6.8k
A/N: my first full fic omg im sooooo proud of this one! thank you @talk-nerdy-2-m3 for proofreading lol, I really hope you guys enjoy :D !!! if you guys want to see more stuff like this with different characters, my requests are open!
Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+), afab/ fem reader, unprotected p in v, oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, strangers to lovers trope, fluff, slight horror themes, one mention of bugs, aftercare, no use of y/n, soft dom! Tim
some songs that remind me of this fic: spotify
dividers by @sisterlucifergraphics and @honeyluvsw <3
You’re shit out of luck.
You walk out of the gas station with a pack of cigarettes, a dead phone, and a little less hope than you had walking in. This is not what you had in mind for Friday night. Your car broke down a few miles back and left you a miserable walk that felt awful. To make things worse, the gas station had run out of phone chargers, it’s completely empty, and Steve’s landline is broken. Fuck.
Steve is the older man that owns the gas station. He was one of the nicer people in this slow town and had helped with some of your things when you were moving in. He’s kind, but he refuses to ‘get with the times’– AKA; He doesn’t use technology. Maybe that’s the reason he’s so kind in the first place.
Steve tries to help you in any way he can, but his efforts are futile. He asks you to stay at the gas station for the night and you politely decline. It’s dark and unfamiliar in there. You wouldn’t sleep a wink.
So, you opt for the next best option: sit on the curb till your legs start feeling less like jello and more like steel. The pavement feels awful but anything is better than standing at this point. As you sit, the bugs around you scatter into their nooks and crevices, looking for any place to hide so they don’t get smooshed. You trace over the cracks with your fingers and one of them crawls onto your finger. Its tiny black head seems fixed on you, like it somehow knows you’re having a rough night. You appreciate the empathy.
“Hey, come over ‘ere for a sec?”
You tear your eyes away from the ant to see a scruffy man standing a few feet in front of you under the fluorescent lights. He’s around your age, tall but not intimidating. He seems nice enough. “What do you need?” You call out.
“I was wonderin’ if I could bum a cig? I just smoked my last one.”
Placing the ant down gently, you grab the pack off the concrete and stand up. “You can have the whole pack.”
You close the distance between you as you hand him the pack of Marlboro Lights. It’s completely unopened. “I don’t smoke anyways.”
He looks up and tilts his head, and it's obvious he’s had a bit of a rough night. He has a cut on his right cheek– most likely from some kind of bar fight. You wonder what he did. “I just saw you buy that pack. What are you buyin’ smokes for if you don’t even smoke ‘em? You got someone at home?”
You huff out a small laugh. A relationship sounds insane to you right now, not to mention that no one has asked you out in at least a few months. It’s a bitter-sweet type of feeling. One that leaves a sad aftertaste. “No, no. I… the store owner was having a good sale.”
He chuckles. “Hmm. Must’ve been a pretty good sale for you to take up an addiction.” You can’t help but laugh with him as he opens the pack, shoving the wrapper in his front pocket.
“You should’ve seen what I paid for them.” As you hold up the receipt, the cigarette he’s lighting almost falls out of his hands.
“You definitely got hustled by the owner, hun’. This price is… I wouldn’t pay this even when I’m desperate.”
“I know, it’s not great. I just… I know the old guy who owns the gas station, and he hasn’t been getting much business recently. I wanted to help him out a bit, even if he couldn’t help me.” Reminded of your current situation, you turn your head towards the direction you came. The crisp fall air isn’t helping.
“What’d you need help with?”
“My car broke down a few miles back, which wouldn’t suck so bad if my phone didn’t die. So I walked here thinking that Steve could help but… nah.” You shake your head and look back at the man standing in front of you. “Now I gotta decide if I’m gonna walk the next five miles home or stay here tonight.”
His brows furrow, and you can tell the gears are turning in his head. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he looks as if he can’t decide if he’s gonna make a mistake or a miracle happen. After a moment of silence he speaks. “I could help.”
Your eyes widen. “What?”
“I’m out here with a few of my buddies, they can fix your car up in no time. Can’t leave you out in the cold.”
As if on cue, the red truck parked around the corner flashes its lights. It’s seen better days. Rust is gathering around the wheels, and there are multiple stains in the truck bed that you don’t even want to begin to decipher. A boy with goggles sticks his head out the window and yells at him to hurry up.
This seems way too good to be true. You may sound like a cynic, but no one is nice without a price around here. The charm of small towns– nature, quiet, and people that make it their mission to ruin your day. “You promise you’re not planning on murdering me?”
“You gave me a pack of cigs, you’re practically an angel. Can’t murder an angel.”
Both of you chuckle as he starts towards his truck. He holds his hand out as you start to follow, gently signaling you to stop. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
You’re left to yourself as he talks to his friends, and you can’t help but think about how you’re being unsafe. It’s night time, all of your family is miles away, no one would search for you, etc. These people could overpower you in a second. You didn’t even ask for his name.
But you’re desperate, cold, and you just want to go to sleep in your bed.
…and you carry pepper spray.
So you’ll be fine. Hopefully.
There’s a small argument brewing over at the truck. His friends aren’t going along with this, but once the one with the goggles looks over they seem a bit more persuaded. Do you really look that pitiful? The embarrassment is overwhelming, and you can't help but wrap your coat a bit tighter around yourself. It still smells faintly of your perfume, mixed with beer and other alcoholic drinks of the sort.
You keep swirling in your thoughts as the man from earlier walks back over to you. “Hey, you ready to go? We’ll drive you.”
You shoot him a polite smile and follow him towards the truck. Maybe this will turn out fine after all. “Thank you so much, genuinely. I was scared that I’d have to walk home and– Oh! I never caught your name. What is it?”
Looking towards the truck, you can see two men. One in the passenger seat and one in the back. They’re both giving you a once over, as if you could be dangerous or something. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
The man opens the door for you to get in the back, next to the boy with goggles. “I’m Tim, the one you're sittin’ next to is Toby, and that’s Brian.”
Toby scoots over to make room, patting on the seat next to him. “Hi, nice to meet y-you. What’s your name?”
Buckling your seatbelt, you exchange introductions with the trio. The truck smells like smoke, sweat, and a little hint of metal– It seems as if they work in construction. They definitely have the truck and the tools to fit the part. Once the conversation gets rolling, the three of them noticeably relax. You can tell that they’re exhausted, and that’s something that you can relate to heavily— the only reason you’re awake right now is so you can point out your car.
“So, w-what’s your deal? Why were you out so late anyways?” Toby turns his head towards you, and you catch a glimpse of the scar on his cheek. It’s a bit jarring to see, but you’re smart enough to not comment on it.
“I was coming back home from work. I work in a bar, so it’s a lot of late nights for me…” You chuckle awkwardly and lilt your head, grazing your fingers against the bumps of the seat. “What about you guys?”
Tim clears his throat, his eyes focused on the road. “Hunters. We’re hunters.” He’s not telling the truth– you can tell, but you’re not going to call him out. You guys are strangers, after all. The conversation seems to slow down from here, and not too long after the car goes silent. It’s comfortable, so you peek out the window to look for your car. It’s definitely coming up soon. Hopefully the repairs don’t take too long, then you can all go home and sleep.
“Hey– hey, stop the car! Pull over, my car is right up there.” The trio jumps at your outburst.
Brian speaks up from the passenger seat. “Christ, dolly. Warn a man next time, alright?” He looks back and smiles, and you notice the gap in his teeth immediately. It’s sweet, and it makes him a little less scary than he was before. A little less like a predator and more like a human.
“Never. Gotta keep you on your toes, don’t I?”
He puts his hand on his chest, fake wounded. “I can’t believe it, you want me to have an early heart attack? After all we’ve done for you… Tim, I told you she was evil!”
Tim chuckles under his breath as you swat at Brian's arm, fake gasping. “You did not! Really?”
Toby leans forward and twitches, resting his elbow on your shoulder. “H-he sure did, bambi. Calling you all sorts of mean names… I told him to s-stop but he wouldn’t listen–” Brian swipes his hand at Toby’s head and misses when he ducks.
“I did not do that, asswipe. You know, I’m gonna tell bossman that you and Nat have been–”
“Enough. We’re here.” Tim tussles Brian’s hair as the four of you exit the car. The slam of the cold air knocks you back into the reality of the situation at hand. Staring at the broken down car, you start to realize that you could’ve gotten seriously hurt if it wasn’t for these guys. It’s lucky you met them.
Brian kneels down to look at the tires as Tim goes to pop the hood. “Keys?”
The keys are soon tossed towards him, jangling as they land in his calloused fingers. “You’re not gonna run off with my car, right?”
Tim smiles as he pops the hood. “Hun, I don’t think I could if I tried. This car ain’t goin’ anywhere for at least an hour.” You and Toby groan in unison, then laugh. It’s nice to have him around while the other two work on the car. Sitting on the side of the road, you settle into a nice conversation.
Maybe this night won't be so bad after all.
“I’ve never seen him smile this much.”
Your eyes whip away from the tic tac toe game you’d been playing. “What?”
The corners of Toby’s mouth start to rise as he makes eye contact. “Tim. He likes you, I can tell. I can’t remember the last time he was nice to a stranger for more than two seconds.” A car passes the two of you. Toby twitches. “He usually just finishes the job qui–"
“Rogers! Come help finish this up.”
The game is long forgotten by now as he runs over to them, leaving you sitting alone in the grass. It’s almost two in the morning at this point. You watch the cars pass as you wait for them to finish.
You try not to stir too much on Toby's last comment. You’re the type to focus on the positive, and hearing that Tim likes you is very positive. It’s too good to be true.
You wonder what he’s like with others if this is him liking you.
“Dollface, your car’s done!”
As soon as Brian calls out, you run over to check it out for yourself. Tim is in the driver's seat twisting your keys into the ignition. “Let's see if this thing’s runnin’, hun.” You’re crossing your fingers as he twists the key.
The ignition sputters for a few moments, then turns on like magic. You can't help but squeal and run over to the driver's side. “Oh my- Oh my gosh! Holy shit, thank you guys so much. Hold on, let me grab my wallet-” You run to the passenger seat, looking through your purse.
Tim shakes his head and places his hand atop yours, moving it away from your wallet. “What? No, me and these two did this for free. You don’t gotta pay us, just wanted to help.”
“I’ll t-take the money-”
He glares at Toby. “No.”
Tim gets out, grunting as he does so. He joins the other two boys as they hop into their car. “I left my number on the dash. Call us if you need a hand with anything else, mhm?”
Brian waves to you as Tim gets in. Toby sticks his head out the window. “Bye, b-bambi! Stay safe out there!” Their truck pulls away, joining the rest of the cars on the highway.
The truck fades away into the distance soon after, and you’re left with an empty feeling in your stomach. These guys were the first kind people you’ve met in years, it makes sense that you’d miss them. At least you still have his number… maybe he wouldn’t mind if you bothered him in the morning.
You shut the door and pull away, leaving in the opposite direction.
If you stare at your phone any longer, your head will explode.
Tim has been texting you for the past few weeks and the other night, you had your first phone call together. It was nice to talk to someone other than a coworker for a change but in all honesty, it was nice to talk to him specifically. You had talked for hours on end, and every time the conversation was coming to a close, one of you would cut in with a new topic to discuss. You were really hitting it off with him.
So here you are, reading the unsent message like it’s gonna send itself.
You’ve rephrased it a million times but it just feels bad. Not morally wrong– just plain bad.
Curse your inability to ask out a guy. Being so used to getting asked out, you don’t know how to do this. Everything you type just feels cheesy. You turn off your phone and throw it across the bed, trying to reset your brain to sound like a normal human being.
It doesn’t stay over there for long as the screen lights up with a message.
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YESTERDAY 10:47 PM
…
TIM: I gotta get to bed, sugar. Got work in the morning 🙁
TIM: Talk tomorrow, alright?
YOU: Alright, ttyl! :D
TIM: Ttyl, hun.
TODAY 3:03 PM
TIM: Hey
TIM: I was wondering if you wanna go out sometime? I know a cute diner that you’d like.
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Holy shit.
While fumbling, you type out your response. You don’t want to come off as desperate as you actually are.
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YOU: Really?
TIM: I wouldn’t lie to you. How does tonight sound? I’ve got the night off.
—
The echoes of tapping fill the silent room. You respond before you can even think about it.
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YOU: I’d love to. What time?
TIM: 9:00? Send me your address and I can pick you up. Don’t want you wearing out your car again LOL.
YOU: Sounds great! :)
—
The room goes silent after you send him your address, shutting your phone off and putting it away. A huge wave of relief fills your chest at the fact that you didn’t have to ask him out– and that he would say yes if you did. Your feelings being reciprocated feels better than you could’ve ever imagined.
…but you just can’t shake the feeling that he isn’t who he says he is.
Working late hours was already suspicious, but working almost all night, every night as a ‘hunter’? That’s a little uncanny. You don’t want to throw away a good thing, but it’s just so weird. Maybe you’re overthinking it. You grab the phone and read over your messages with him from the night before.
…
You’re definitely overthinking it.
The knock at the door comes sooner than you thought.
You’re rushing to throw your shoes on as you glance at the clock. 8:51. He’s early but you’re not complaining. You feel like you’re 16 again– anxious, excited, and completely unprepared for the night to come. You’re slipping your shoe on as the door opens.
Tim is standing there, wearing a blue flannel with matching jeans to go along with it. He isn’t wearing his mud covered boots this time around, opting for the casual sneaker instead. You can tell he put effort into his outfit. In his hands is a small bouquet made up of various flowers, but you only recognize a few. Lotus’ and roses. They’re beautiful. He smells like cinnamon, moss, and smoke, and it envelops the air around you two, wrapping around like a warm hug. You look up to see him in a daze. He’s staring at you like you’re air, and he’s a drowning man.
“Wow, you’re definitely a stunner, sug’. Absolutely breathtaking.”
A giggle slips out of you before you can stop it. “Thank you… are those for me?” You point towards the flower arrangement in his hands.
He slips out of whatever trance he was in, looking down at the flowers. “Uh- yeah. Bri helped pick them out. He says ‘hi’, by the way.” He hands over the flowers to you and smiles awkwardly as he does so. It’s endearing.
“Tell him I say ‘hi’ back. How’s he and Toby doing?” You step to the side, letting him in and shutting the door behind him. He stands next to the door as you open your kitchen cabinets.
“They’re doin’ just fine. They’ll be happy you asked.” He fidgets with his flannel quietly as you fill up a vase full of water.
“That’s good to hear. I still can’t thank you three enough for fixing up my car. You practically saved my life.” You place the flowers into the vase. “Ta-da! How do they look?”
He chuckles. “They look great. You ready to get going?”
The keychains on your bag jangle as you pick it off the table, filling the comfortable silence in the room. “Absolutely. You ready to woo me, Mr. Wright?”
“Oh, you’ll be ‘woo’d’ alright.” Your hand finds the light switch, but he stops you before you can shut it off. “Leave it on. It ain’t safe, someone could break in.” Fingers slipping off the wall, you don’t question it. He wants to keep you safe. The thought of that makes butterflies appear in your stomach and worry appear in your head. What does he want to keep you safe from?
Pushing these worries down, you hop into his truck and drive off.
The diner is better than you expected.
The car ride was pretty short. You got there in about ten minutes, so it’s good you still have stuff to talk about. The ‘open’ sign is brightly lit in the window and flashes at the two of you while walking in. The lights on the inside are dim, making it almost look candle-lit, and the smell of coffee soothes your nerves. It’s pretty empty on the inside overall, with only a few waitresses and an old man sitting in the corner booth. Other than that, it’s just the two of you. It’s perfect.
“Do ya’ have breakfast for dinner often, hun’?”
Soft laughter fills the air as you take a seat at the booth. “No, not really. Do you?”
He nods. “Every Friday, me and a few guys from work come here. It gets us out of the house for a bit.” He pulls out the cigarette pack you gave him. “I’m gonna go out and light a smoke, is that okay with you? I know it’s a nasty habit– sorry.”
You shake your head. “Don’t be sorry, I’m happy you’re doing it now and not in the middle of us eating.” Nodding towards the door, you chuckle. “Get back quick.”
He stands fast. “I will. ‘Don’t wanna miss a moment of this. If the waitress comes over, tell her I’ll get my usual, alright?” You nod as he exits quickly, lighting up as his back hits the door.
The diner is pretty silent overall. The hum of the coffee machine keeps you company, and your eyes are kept on the door as you wait for him to come back. So glued to the door that you don’t notice the waitress approaching your side.
“Hello! What can I get for you tonight, love?”
Your head whips over to see the waitress. She’s an older woman, around her 40s to 50s. Her nametag reads ‘CeCe’.
“Hello! I’d like–” You glance at the menu for the first time since you got in. There are multiple breakfast options mixed in with a few sandwiches to balance it out. You aren’t really looking to be adventurous. You give her your order and hand the menus to her. “ Thank you so much! Oh, and he would like ‘his usual’.” You gesture towards the door Tim walked out of.
She chuckles. “He’s an odd one, your boy. Comes in here with his friends all the time. He’s lucky to have you around.”
The corners of your mouth lift. “You think so?”
She gives you a knowing smirk. “I know so. I’ll go put these orders in for you, hon’.”
She’s gone before you can thank her, and Tim is slipping through the front door and making his way towards you. He looks hopeful as he slides back into the booth.
“Hey, sugar. What’d I miss?”
“Nothing too important. I ordered you ‘your usual’– whatever that means.” He glares playfully at your teasing.
“You know, one of these days you’re gonna get the sass knocked outta ya, you hear?”
“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Your tongue flicks across your lips.
He leans closer. His face is only a few inches away now. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” His gaze flicks to your lips, then back up to your eyes.
“Oh, I can–” The waitress calls Tim's name, actively interrupting the two of you. When he makes eye contact with you again, you two burst out laughing. It feels good to be awkward together.
He’s still laughing as he gets up from the booth. “I’ll go get that- don’t go anywhere till I get back, got it?”
“No promises, Wright.” He rolls his eyes as he walks off, mumbling something under his breath that sounds a lot like ‘that little shit-’. You watch him walk over to the counter, politely thanking the waitress and grabbing the plates. The plates clank as he carries them over, setting them down with a natural ease. The food looks and smells amazing. He was right about coming here. “Holy shit, this looks amazing. How’d you find this place?”
He looks proud of himself as he grabs his fork, stirring around the sunny-side eggs he ordered. “Passed by it one time when I was out on a job. Me and Bri decided to check it out from there.” He looks up at you inquisitively. “You know, I’ve got a question for you.”
You swallow the piece of food in your mouth. “What’s up?”
“Why’d you move here in the first place? Seems a little too mean here for a girl like you.” His eyes dart down to his food, actively avoiding yours.
“I don’t know… convenience, I guess? After I graduated I…” You stop and sigh, looking out the window. “I didn’t know what to do with my life. I didn’t know where I was going or what I wanted, but I needed to get out. So, I moved into the cheapest place I could find and settled. But now…” You look back at him. “I think I settled in too far. Nothing ever happens around here, and everyone is just so negative. I don’t know where to go from here.”
You can tell that he understands your perspective, and he looks as if he can relate. “I get it. There ain’t a lot of good around here.” He shakes his head, glancing up from the table to meet your eyes. “You know, I think you’re the only good thing in this town.” His voice is sincere. It seems like he’s dealt with this place way longer than you. He goes back to eating his food in silence.
“What about you?”
The mug in his hand clinks against the table as he sets it down. “What do you mean?”
“You live in this town too, you know. I happen to think that you’re pretty good.” Your fingers trace circles around the rim of your mug.
The sound that comes out of his mouth is low and rough. A groan disguised as a chuckle. “You don’t know me, hun.”
“I know enough.”
He looks up from his food with a surprised smirk, and the wonder on his face is palpable. “You think so?”
“Would it be corny if I said ‘I know so’?”
His laugh is genuine this time. “Yes.”
Soon enough, you’re back at your front door again.
Tim walks you to your door like the gentleman he is, keeping his hand on the small of your back the whole time. “Thanks for coming out to the diner with me. It means a lot that you did.” His hand falls as you make your way up the porch. “I haven't done this in a long time, hun.” He leans against your banister at the bottom of the stairs. He isn’t looking to pressure you into anything tonight. His hands find the last cig in the pack, placing it in his mouth and lighting up as you watch him.
Eyes scanning his form, you call out to him before you can even make up your mind. “Wanna come in? It’s pretty late…”
Smoke blows out of his mouth as he looks over, standing up straight and closing the distance between you two. “Mind if I smoke inside?”
“Go ahead. I don’t mind.” Your hand slips into his as you lead him in. He puts the cigarette out anyway.
The door shuts behind you when you get in, and you dim the lights a little. It’s pretty late and you don’t want to strain your eyes after all. He follows you along the hallway towards your bedroom, letting you show him around and make comments about the little trinkets you’ve collected over the years. “This is a big house, doll. Must get lonely.”
Your head shakes as you swing your arms together. “A little bit, but I got my imagination to keep me company. What more could I need?” Pushing your bedroom door open, you step inside and lean against your dresser. “Do you have work tomorrow?” He’s silent as his eyes scan your room, searching. One thing you’ve noticed about him is that he’s always a little on edge, like he’s waiting for a shoe drop that’ll never come. You aren’t one to judge.
Once he’s satisfied, you pull him over to you. “No, I don’t. Took the day off ‘cause I was hoping to see you, if you’d be okay with that.” He unconsciously leans closer, his eyes flickering down to your lips as he does so.
“I’d be more than okay with that.” Your voice falls to a whisper as you match his movements. Foreheads practically touching, he brushes your hair behind your ear and smiles.
“So beautiful, you know that? I’m lucky I even got a chance with you.” There’s a question in his eyes, and you’re more than willing to answer. He cages you in with his arms, pressing closer. Tilting his head to the side, he searches your eyes.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me I ain’t good for you.”
You don’t say a word, and his lips meet with yours.
You gasp into his mouth, wrapping your arms shakily around his neck and bringing him closer. He tastes like smoke and coffee with a hint of salt. It’s addicting. You’ve been waiting for this the entire night and it feels like fireworks around you, bursting and landing onto each other. The late time is now long forgotten as you grind your hips into his, and he groans into your mouth.
His hands quickly slide down and lock your hips in place. “Don’t fuckin’ rush. I wanna savor you.” He’s so unabashedly erotic you think you might die. He locks his eyes onto yours, studying your face and looking at you like you’re something to be worshiped. It’s overwhelming. You can’t help as your hands move on their own, pulling him in for another kiss.
Everything is so heated. The room around you feels as if it’s disappeared, leaving the two of you in your own bubble of pleasure. All of the tension you’ve built up throughout the night slowly dissolves into pure need. Your teeth click together as his breathing starts to strain. “Tim..” His hips slam against your clothed cunt before you can even finish your thought. An unabashed moan falls out of your mouth before you can think to stop it.
“Tell me what you want, sug’. Let me help you. Please.”
A whine slips out of your mouth as he presses soft kisses down your neck. He lingers near your pulse point, biting down softly and causing you to yelp. His cock presses against your core, breath stuttering as you try to grind your hips again. “I- I want you, Tim.” Grunting, he bites down and stills your hips.
“Use your words, hun. I can’t give you what you want if I don’t know what it is.”
Whimpering, your hands find his shoulders and pull him closer. You swallow your pride and lean close into his ear. “I want you t-to fuck me. Please.”
He pauses, pulling away from your neck as you slide your hands under his shirt. His skin is rough under your hands and littered with scars from years of hard work and pain. It hurts just thinking about how many there are.
Panting, he presses his forehead against yours. “Are you sure, sweetheart? I got a lot of scars, it ain’t pretty.” Insecurity bleeds into his tone as he looks away.
Your hands come up to cradle his cheeks, forcing him to look you in the eye. “I’ve never been so sure in my life, Tim. You’re beautiful just the way you are.”
Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he mashes his lips into yours. The sounds of soft moans fill the room. “I was right-” He says between kisses. “-you really are an angel-” His hand meets your cheek, and you gasp at how sensual it is. He’s so desperate to please.
He drops the bruising grip on your hips, opting instead to pick you up. You let out a gasp and fist your fingers into his hair as your legs lock around his waist. He uses your gasp to his advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth and thumbing at the button of your pants. His focus is completely on you, kissing you like you’re something to keep.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about fucking you like this since I fixed that car.” You’re dropped onto the bed. “This is way better than I imagined. You’re a goddamn wet dream.” Kneeling in front of you, his thumbs find the belt holes on your bottoms, and he looks up at you with the most beautiful brown puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. “Can I?” You nod, clawing at his hair with need as he tugs your pants down.
He chuckles under his breath when he sees your panties are already soaked through. “Hmmm.. this all for me, huh?”
You try to press your thighs together, but he holds them open. He’s stronger than you imagined him to be, and his strength alone makes you whimper. “O-Only for you, Tim..” Your voice wavering, you bite your lip to try and hold back your sounds.
Pulling your panties down, he kisses up your thighs and hums. “There’s my good girl.” You don’t notice as he pockets your panties, way too wrapped up in the way he’s getting closer and closer to your cunt.
He presses a soft kiss to your clit, and you flinch. “Fuck-! Don’t tease…” You’re fed up at this point– you just want him to do something. Your hand instinctively tightens around his hair, pulling him closer to your core.
“Ask nicely…”
A sob rips out of you before you can stop it. He’s being so mean, won’t even let you move your hips. “Please! Please…”
“Please what?” He licks a long stripe through your folds, and it shoots through your veins like lightning. Your cries fall upon deaf ears as he pulls back, teasing you till his heart's content. You can tell he’s enjoying himself.
“Shit- please! Eat me out- Tim-” You moan his name and he is gone, delving into your cunt as soon as he gets the go-ahead. He looks like a piece of art right now, and it only increases your desire by tenfold.
“Let me hear you, sugar. You taste so good-” Tim is mumbling incoherently at this point, too pussy-drunk to even care about what he’s saying. His tongue circles around your clit as he slips his ring finger inside, hitting every spot you were never able to reach on your own. You quiver and tilt your head back as he adds a second finger.
His hands are everywhere all at once– yet it’s not enough. Your thighs tighten around his head, and he takes this as a sign to double down. Once he starts sucking on your clit, it’s over for you. Your moans and curses fill the air as your hips start to grind against his face. “I- I’m gonna- baby-”
He lets you grind your hips against his face, reaching his free hand up to hold yours. “Go ahead, I’ve got you-”
Your vision goes black.
Shockwaves pulse through your cunt as your orgasm rips through your body. Every fiber in your bones is screaming as Tim helps you through it. He’s lapping up your release like he’s starving, rutting into the edge of the bed subconsciously. Every touch feels like fire through your veins, and all you can do is take it. His jeans are stained with pre-cum as you push him off and whine. “Too much-!”
He reluctantly removes his fingers from inside you, looking up into your eyes. “Good job, hun’. I’m proud of ya.” He looks almost as wrecked as you are.
He crawls up onto the bed, his legs caging yours. “Open.” Your release is soaked onto his fingers– they’re practically dripping. His breath is shaky as he brings them towards your mouth.
Your mouth opens instinctively, and he slides his fingers in. “Suck, doll.”
Blissed out and panting, you taste yourself on his fingers. You taste sweet, causing you to wrap your tongue around his fingers. His forehead presses against yours. “Shit- you’re so good, such a good girl.” His eyes are staring into yours so intensely, it overwhelms all of your senses. Hips meet yours as he starts grinding into your sensitive cunt.
You bite down on his fingers lightly, messing with the button of his jeans. His breath hitches as you do, shutting his eyes tightly to gather himself. It’s cute. He guides your hand towards the zipper, moving his other hand in and out of your mouth. “Bet you’d let me do whatever I want, wouldn’t you? Let me take it all just to give it right back…” Your hands pull off his jeans frantically and the rest of your clothes follow suit as his hand leaves your mouth.
He is beautiful under all of his clothes. His skin is littered in various scars from years and accompanied with a bit of weight. His biceps look even more giant without his shirt, you’re practically salivating at the mouth as he wraps them around you. You are about to voice your thoughts aloud, but he beats you to the punch. “You… wow, you’re stunnin’.”
A soft giggle escapes you before you can stop it. “You think so?”
He sighs, then chuckles as he rubs your hip. “Would it be corny if I said ‘I know so’?”
The hands at your sides raise, cupping his cheeks and pulling him in. The kiss is deep and slow like he’s got no time to waste. “You can’t steal my jokes.” You mumble against his lips.
He hooks your thigh over his waist, pulling you closer as he aligns himself with your entrance. “Oh, is that so? You gonna stop me?” Before you can answer, he slams himself into you. Your whole body jerks as you cry out.
His chuckles are strained, but they’re still there. “Didn’t think so… fuck, you’re so tight-”
He’s fucking you so rough that you’re seeing stars and its sending your body into overdrive. You didn’t think that your night was gonna turn out like this, but it’s better than you could’ve ever imagined. His thrusts are deep and bruising as he locks his fingers with yours.
“Fuck, I know you can take it. C’mon, just a little wider…” You spread your legs wider around him, clenching down and sucking him deeper. You can feel him everywhere around you, succumbing to the feeling and letting it overcome your senses.
He looks down at where your bodies connect, and he moans.
His movements speed up, and dark strands of his hair fall onto your forehead as he hikes your legs over his shoulders. The room is filled with the scent of sex as your second orgasm starts rapidly approaching.
“Hun- I don’t think I’m gonna last-”
Digging your nails into his back, you nod frantically. “Cum with me baby-” He’s so deep, hitting your g- spot with a focused precision. Thrusts grow frantic as he approaches his orgasm, and you break for a second time.
His name falls from your lips in a scream, the coil in your stomach snapping. The whole world fades to white and you are set into a state of pure bliss, sending the aftershocks through you like lightning. He follows shortly after you, groaning as he shoots hot ropes of cum into your stomach. Collapsing on top of you, he lets out a long, pleasured sigh and moves your legs off his shoulders.
Tim pulls out, leaving you gasping as he stands and heads towards your bathroom. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” You’re left to stare at the ceiling when he leaves, your thoughts racing at a hundred miles a minute. All of your senses are numb.
He comes back quick enough with a damp cloth. “You doing okay, hun’? Talk to me.” Kneeling in front of you, he cleans your shared release from between your legs. Every touch makes you flinch from overstimulation.
Finding the strength, your head starts to nod. “U-uh huh. I’m alright…” He tosses the cloth aside and comes to lay beside you. Your head finds his chest and your eyes flutter. The whole world is so soft at the moment, with everything blurring together at the seams that you’d think you were already dreaming if he wasn’t rubbing your back.
Pressing a kiss into your hair, he takes a deep breath. He’s so gentle that it feels like you might break. “I don’t deserve this, you know. Should kick me out while you got the chance.”
Sleepily, you shake your head. “Stop. You’re not going anywhere, okay?” Your face presses deeper into his sternum and he lets out a shaky breath.
He’s scared, it shows in the way his hands shake.
“I’m not a good guy.”
You press gentle kisses over the deep circular scar on his chest. The ‘x’ through it looks intentional, but you don’t pry. “Don’t care.”
He’s quiet for a bit, running over everything in his head. It feels like a freight train coming at full speed, and he doesn’t want it to stop.
“I’ll be here as long as you keep me.”
His arms pull you tighter, and for right now, that’s enough.
A/N: holy shit this took way longer than expected, i hope you guys liked it! if you want to see more about tim's perspective during this or a second part let me know because this was really cool to write! thank you for reading I do it all for you guys <3
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finding out your cabin neighbor!brian is a nudist.
(TW: CREEPY PERVERT BEHAVIOR OKAY IF THIS HAPPENS IRL CALL THE POPO)
To be fair, everything looked at you first.
The woods are quiet, rent isn't actually too bad when you're in the middle of nowhere, and the best thing of all, not many people can bother you. Oh the happiness of not having to be social.
Regardless you still had neighbors, though few in numbers and large in distance so it wasn't exactly hard to avoid them.
Although you do have this one neighbor who's cabin is a bit closer than the rest—you can actually see his abode, moreso through his window without having to lean forward and squint like the rest.
You only learned his name once when passing through the front office to collect your mail nearby, the two of you haven't even interacted directly. Besides he didn't seem like much of a chatterbox either, so it was a win win on your part.
Until you decided to water your somewhat dead flowers on your small porch.
It was a morning dew covered Saturday morning, background noise of bird variations and scampering squirrels in the mile high trees, you yawned as you padded out to your patio, watering can I hand even if you were, according to the wilt of the flowers, a week late.
You glanced around your—and technically everyone else's, backyard. The mulch and moss wet with last night's rain, wood banister railings soaked and darkened with water.
You'd decided to adjust some of your flowers more toward the sun rays, after moving your dead excuse of a flower to the corner part of the railing, your perspective catches something in that background. At first you thought it was a large outdoor blanket draped on a chair, but you were sorely mistaken.
You make out 5 limbs–no that can't be right, humans only have four-
Thats your neighbor. Your very- very naked neighbor.
You drop your handheld shovel in shock, only wincing when you realize he's sleeping.
Magazine or some kind of flimsy book over his face, both forearms resting on the outdoor chair armrests, manspreading thick hair covered thighs that had something you couldn't dream of fitting inside you, thick and uncut with brown heavy pubic hair—laxed between his legs like a sword unused-
Oh right. Naked neighbor.
You're not entirely sure what you should do in this situation anyway—call the police? I mean the view isn't bad..plus he's on his own property with no one else around, maybe he's hungover and in for a very alarming surprise when he's sober? Or he might be a nudist, or just really into naked meditation?
Regardless, the soft snoring you can hear from this far is starting to chop up, signaling your queue to get the hell away before he wakes up, even if he's the one naked.
The following week is full of either seeing your naked neighbor, seeing Brian naked, and trying to pretend you aren't daydreaming about your very bare next door neighbor fucking you from behind.
Occupying yourself physically was no problem, mentally? Ehhh..
Your new pastime was now avoiding your adjacent windows and keeping your eyes away from the left side of your house entirely. You were about to leave out of the front door to check for a package that was almost 5 days late, instead you found the man of the hour—and honestly the last few weeks—standing at your door, clothed. Package in hand, offering it out to you, thick fingers around the box, veins running over his knuckles and dissapearing under the wrist cuff of the flannel and thick jacket he wore.
"Had your address on it, you live right next to me. Think the mailman must've been blind."
lord help you, his voice was hot too.
A/n: cliffhanger cuz uhhhhhh uhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhh
P.s he's doing it on purpose btw he's not even a nudist he just likes watching you squirm
