you’ll be barely lucid, hands reaching for anything to hold. your legs spread and aching, your lips glossy with his spit. the bed creaking and moaning with every push and pull of his hips.
he’ll loom over you, wicked smirk on his lips as he takes you.
the first time he did it was on a whim.
your hair kept falling over your pretty and flustered face, and he was not happy with that. so, in a fit of irritation, he yanked the hat off his head and put it on you.
it unlocked something primal in him.
you—bare, vulnerable, malleable, so sweet—crying for him while his hat rested on your head. he didn’t care if your sweat soaked the fabric, or if his hair was now getting in his face.
and when you’re riding him?
he’s all over you.
death proof cap pulled low over your face, the only visible feature was your parted lips as you bounced. his hands would dig into the plush of your thighs, groaning as he took what you gave.
and when it was over?
the two of you would breathe and bask in each other presence, and he would take his hat off you. he’d use the bill of it to lift your chin to him, kissing you before pushing it back over your hair and whispering:
i think tim, brian, toby and habit enjoy fucking their girl in public. i really do. they get off on the high risk of getting seen by people.
BUT!
tim definitely puts a hand on your mouth to keep you quiet. i can see him fucking you against a wall, facing him, with your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.
and he knows you get so fucking loud sometimes. and despite loving this, he can’t have people hearing you. :(
so he puts his big hand on your mouth. it’s so big and warm and rough and it makes your eyes roll back as he goes harder.
brian, on the other hand, loves fucking you in public bathrooms. with his chest against your back, and you’re both facing the mirror.
he just loves watching your expressions as your eyes progressively get glassier.
differently than tim, he shoves two fingers in your mouth, telling you to suck and be real good and quiet for him. he promises he’ll reward you when you two get home, but to let him have this for now.
habit, on the contrary, wants you to be loud. he wants you to moan, and sob and cry as loud as possible. he wants people nearby to hear you sob and he wants them to look at the alley he’s fucking you, pondering if something bad is happening to you.
it gets him off so much he can’t even explain it.
if you try to be quiet, because somehow you still have decorum, he’ll grip your jaw and force your mouth to open. or maybe he’ll tap your nose shut so you have no choice but to moan and pant like a dog.
toby is so fucking nasty. he’ll start confident, and he’ll fuck you hard and fast and mock you for being so loud in public.
he’ll even laugh.
until your hole just starts feeling too good. it’s wet and warm and it throbs around his cock, sucking him deeper. he’ll try to be strong and he’ll kiss you to keep you quiet, although it’s a desperate attempt to keep himself quiet.
he just can’t.
so you two end up moaning into each other mouth, loud as hell.
Synopsis; Seeing the creeps after being forced away from eachother for a while <3
Warnings; angst, fluff, smut, the three main food groups of literature; cursing, mentions of jerking off, heavy makeouts, desperate Jeff and Toby, Tim’s pills have an honorable mention,
A/N; yall are about to feast..
Jeff
Jeff cursed everyone out day and night. He was wanted and if he showed his face anywhere he’d be shot on sight. And while running away from the cops he dropped his phone and broke it leaving him with no contact to you.
Tbh everyone wanted him out of the house, he was a pain in the ass and made his misery everyone else’s problem.
He’d drink almost all the time, and stalk around the perimeter of the house for stragglers.
If he did find one he’d kill them mercilessly, making it impossible to identify them. And in his haze of murderous intent and alcohol, maybe even weed, he’d carve your initials anywhere he could. To let you know he still thinks about you, wants you, hell even loves you.
If the body’s don’t hit the news, or show off the initials he worked hard to carve, he’d toss the remote at the tv and break it. Infact that’s the fourth tv they’ve had to replace.
He’ll be pent up and it shows, he’ll use your old clothes he has that barely smells like you anymore and he hates it. Any photo he can get of you is added to the list.
It’s over when slenderman gives him the clear to go find you. He’s running as fast as he can, drunk or not he’ll sober up on the way there. Dipping through back alleys until he’s slamming into your door. Pounding on it until he gives up and breaks the lock on your window falling gracefully into your living room with a hard thunk.
Your rushing down the steps in your night wear only to see Jeff scrambling to get to you, basically tackling you into a desperate kiss, hands wandering everywhere he can gripping onto you with bruising strength.
It’s every thing he’s craved for the past months. Your house, your stupid clothes that smell just like you, the way you bitch at him to do shit.
He’ll tell you to be rough with him, grab onto him, hit him even, he just wants your touch, wants to know you needed him as much as he refuses to tell you the same.
Tim
Tim is so close to losing it genuinely. Brian and Toby have to placate him by saying things that don’t always work some nights.
He stares at his pills like they’ve personally offended him as he try’s to tell himself to be patient, that your waiting for him worried sick, and then he cycles back to how he can’t tell you he’s gonna be ok. Now he’s starting to worry you might think he’s dead, or worse just abandoned you.
He’ll break things, drink, wallow in his guilt until Brian’s had enough and smacks him over the head giving him a wake up call and tells him to do some yard work or something to keep him moving.
He’ll fall asleep with your photos in hand, the ones that he was forced to take with you per your request. Unfortunately for him he’ll think about the things he wants to do to you when he gets back, to make up for all the time that’s been lost.
When he gets the all clear to come see you, he doesn’t think twice about hopping in the truck, driving to your house with worrying speed. But when gets to your house he stands outside your door realizing he’s got to say something, fuck anything at this point.
And when the door opens after he psyched himself into ringing the door bell, standing there sweating running a hand through his hair, foot tapping a mile a minute, it all freezes when he sees your stunned face.
Just taking a moment to breathe you in when he says, “Baby I..” at a loss for words he comes to the conclusion that he doesn’t need them, when you close the distance, slamming your mouth against his in a heated kiss. His burly arms are straining against his flannel as they wrap around your waist. Moving to pin you against the wall, breaking away to tell you how sorry he is, how he missed you so much, that he lost his phone and couldn’t contact you.
You’d have to tap his shoulder to pull him away from the sloppy make out to take him inside to where you really need him, and believe me he gladly obliges. Picking you up, with his hands supporting your thighs while he kicks the door shut.
Brian
Brian would be livid, when he realized he dropped his phone hearing the sick crack hitting the pavement his heart dropped and he almost went back for it. But if he got caught he’d actually never see you again, so he keeps running with Tim in front.
Brian realizes that he can’t use the computers cause they try to track it, so Tim basically confiscates it so he doesn’t attempt to make contact.
He’ll sit and watch tapes of you guys doing stuff around your place or out at the park, and drink his whiskey.
He refuses to go out some days, cause all he wants to do is sit in front of his tv watching tapes like their reruns while silently brooding. During this his stubble grows out quite a bit, and Tim has to tell him he basically looks homeless for him to shave and take care of himself.
Brian likes to work on the truck when he’s sick of the couch he’s basically called his home. He likes to play tape recordings of you talking and sometimes he answers back to make it feel like he’s home again.
When the tape ends he’s broken from his trance and calls himself pathetic while becoming angry again. He’ll try to calm himself saying it’s only for a few more days, cops will give up, and he’ll take you for a nice drive.
Slenderman’s go ahead was everything he’s been craving to hear. Making sure he shaved before hand because Tim’s been nagging him about it, and because he doesn’t want you to see how badly this affected him.
He’ll take the back roads to your house, thinking of every apology he’s gonna say, every thing he’s gonna do to make up for the time he’s missed out on, and suddenly he’s already fidgeting on your porch as he knocks heavily with more force then he meant to.
And when the door swings open all the words he was planing to say were thrown out the window, taking you in for a desperate kiss that knocks the breath out of you as he backs you up into the house, the cold wall of the entrance making you shiver.
He’s taking his time, it’s slow, and hot as if he’s taking the moment to remember every detail. Making sure he doesn’t forget a damn thing.
Toby
Toby is a whole mess, when he realizes he’s lost his phone. His tics get worse, he’s snapping and throwing fits left and right. All he wants is to see you, be in your arms, he wants you to tell him it’ll be ok.
Brian is sick of his shit, having to hide is computer from him so he doesn’t try contacting you. And Tim refuses to leave the car keys out in the open so he doesn’t get arrested on his way there.
He has to force himself to shower, he hates this distance and keeps thinking you’re mad at him, that you hate him and moved on. Toby doesn’t leave his room either, and it’s mostly trashed now, due to his fits and in his searches for your leftover clothes.
He’ll absolutely jerk off to your clothes, crying that he’ll come home and make it right. Fuck you right, give you whatever you want. He’s desperate and digs for any scrap of you left.
When slenderman lets them know the cost is clear, he’s demanding for the keys, saying he needs to see you. Brian doesnt want him driving his nice car and crashing it, Tim doesn’t want them to go back into hiding and he also doesn’t wanna be in the car alone with Toby, so they all pile in and drive him to your place.
He is legit tweaking out, being the worst back seat driver as he presses up against the glass looking for your house.
They eventually kick him out of the car and speed off, yelling that they’ll never do any favors for him again. But he doesn’t care as he scrambles up to your window climbing the side of the house to get into your bedroom, slipping in with a yell.
Luckily he can’t feel it, but you’re stunned seeing your boyfriend crack his shoulder back into place almost forgetting why he’s here until your eyes meet each other’s.
Suddenly he’s ripping his muzzle off, spewing apology through harsh tics and snaps. Toby wants to scoop you up and squeeze you so badly, but he’s afraid he’s not worthy of it after leaving you with no communication.
You’ll have to pull him into your arms first, peppering kisses all over him until he breaks down and curls up into you. Repeating his words of how sorry he is until you both pass out on your bed.
Habit
Habit would have to be in a lot of trouble to be hiding. And he’d try every way possible to communicate that but he just can’t stroll through this like he usually would.
He’s mad, livid, that his mate, as he likes to call it, is all alone without him. You need him and he’s not there.
He’ll wonder if you’re bored without him, if you’re looking for him too. Habit didn’t have the luxury of taking anything with him but sometimes on his journey he’ll steal phones and try to text you but most times the phones die before he gets to have a full conversation with you.
They’ll be ominous and you’ll be worried that someone else is stalking you now that habits out of the picture. What’s left of him you take and moving somewhere else. Cops are bound to sniff around there and either way you won’t be safe.
By the time habit is out in the clear, the house is already excepting nature, its dusty and whoever he left in there that you didn’t know about has also withered away.
He’ll track you down, it’s not what he wanted but he knows that you’re his and he will always come back. Whether you like it or not.
Nina
Girl is panicking. She’s upset and crying, glittery mascara that you bought her is staining her face.
She doesn’t leave her room, barely showers, eating is an after thought, and all these pictures of you are her only comfort.
Nina hates that all the photos she had mostly of you on her phone were crushed during her escape. Her time away from you affects her worse, sending her spiraling to the point her bed sheets haven’t been changed ever since you last slept in them.
It’s like she’s trying to preserve you, mourning you in a way. She’ll write manically about what she’s gonna do to the people who thought they could get close to you while she was gone, and what kinda stuff she’s gonna get you at the mall. She broke quite a few glitter pens in the making of these.
When she gets the word she can see you again she panics, she needs to shower, shave, get dressed in something remotely clean, do her makeup.
By the time she comes to see you she’s sweating nervously, knocking on the window for you to let her in. You’re already on her, helping Nina come in, while asking her what happened and where she’s been.
She’ll explain nervously, telling you how her phone broke, how desperate she was to come back to you, that she needs you in every aspect of her life. Promising you that she’d never leave you like this.
Nina also thought it a good idea to grab you a little something on the way back, it’s not much just some snacks you like. She’ll munch on them while curled up in your bed with you, watching some cheesy romcom like you usually do.
You saw a few videos about it online, so you decided to give it a try on Tim, not anything inherently freaky but just something to make your day. You clicked your tongue eveytime he would show you affection, and after a month it ended up working
You would click your tongue and he'd come running to wrap his arms around you and smother you with kisses
When he found out, he found it cute. Concerned at first but he ended up not making a big deal out of it, seeing how it was harmless
♠︎Brian
You thought about it before, The thought of clicker training Brian. It started out with you clicking your tongue before asking him for a kiss
*click click* "Kiss please"
You then shortened ot to just saying kiss, till all it took was clicking your tongue and he'd come running to kiss you
He knew the whole time, he just went along with it cause he thought it was cute and he'd take any excuse to kiss you
♠︎Jeff
Clicker training this asshole was not a walk in the park because it took months of excruciating patience just so you could get him to do the most simple task
You getting him to kiss you on the cheek without him making a diss at you was a marathon itself, but— NO PAIN NO GAIN!!! HIGH RISK, VERY HIGH REWARD WE TAMING THAT MOTHER FUCKER
He is just pissed at himself for falling for it when he finds out he was being clicker tried and hated that his mind immediately looks for you the moment he even hears something remotely similar to that clicking noise you made
♠︎Toby
Genuinely the most easiest one to clicker train out of all of these psychos, does anything for your approval cause he is so goddamn scared to loose the one good thing in his life.
*click click* Immediately comes running to you like his life depends on it
When he finds out, he does not give a fuck, if it makes you happy then he is happy.
♠︎Jack
Clicker training him was not that hard actually, you would get him to show you affection whenever you made that clicking noise, which he would do anyways if you just asked him like a normal person
When he finds out you've been clicker training him, he actually found it cute how you successfully did it. He then praised you for being smart, cause clicker training him without him finding out was not easy
♠︎Habit
You clicker trained him to calm the fuck down btw. In the middle of some rant? Click your tongue and he'll just pause before sitting down next to you. Screaming someone off? Click. You genuinely didn't know how you successfully did it, like yeah it was excruciatingly hard but at least it was successful
When he finds out he's pissed btw, storming up you asking "Why the fuck did you— DON'T CLICK YOUR... DID YOU JUST DO IT AGAIN?!??"
