#masky x reader

[wisean]

Do we fuck with proxy! reader? 🫣

[distinguishedcattheorist]

Hi! First of all, I wanted to say I love the way you write—I’m absolutely in love with your fanfics. Secondly, I really hope I don't make you uncomfortable with this suggestion 😅, but it’s been nagging at me for days. I was thinking about a scenario where Tim and Brian have a girlfriend who ends up pregnant, but they don't react very well to the news. Maybe there could be a little argument—some mild angst, perhaps?—but with a cute ending? I know that sounds totally weird, but I just couldn't stop thinking about it. (Fun fact: when a woman has two husbands and finds out she's having twins, there's a small chance the babies could have different fathers—obviously, it depends on the nature of the sexual encounters.) Anyway, sorry to bother you, but if you do end up writing this crazy idea, I’d be so grateful. Take care! 🙂🙂

My first request! Im sorry this took so long, i don't think it's weird at all. Hopefully this meets expectations :D

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Brim x preg fem reader, reader gets shit done, mention of sex, Masky and Hoodie technically break into readers home, slight angst?, this is my first angst fic, a small attempt at humor

Your leg bounces, this is the 4th time. You’ve already gotten your answer from the first 3, but sometimes at-home tests can be false. So in reality, you’re just being thorough.

Your eyes track the slow hands of the clock that hangs on the wall. As the seconds pass, your heart gets tighter. The bouncing of your leg gets violent for a second before you plant the bottom on your foot to the ground.

If it is true, real, then what are you going to do? Ignore it? Celebrate? Panic? It’s not like this will change anything right away… Objectively speaking. You have money, healthy relationships, a job, and while you may be over-worked sometimes, you do get paid decently –

90 seconds. Two thin lines appear on the test. 

Oh god it’s real. You're pregnant. 

A hand curls around your stomach. A baby. Tears start lining your eyes, emotions hard to define. Sniffling, you throw the test in the trash with the others. Turning the faucet on, you wash your hands and splash water on your face.

Do you want to be a mother? Are you ready for that? Your life would change drastically, never to really be the same. You’ve had pets in the past, but this isn’t a pet. This thing needs to grow into a functional member of society.

It’s not like you’ll be alone, you have Tim and Brian. The three of you have been together for years, you don't need to figure this out on your own. All you need to do is tell them, that’s the first step.

—-

Tim slams the truck door behind him, stalking to the front door before Brian can tell him off.

The mission didn’t go very well. The plan became derailed rather quickly, as well as every plan after that one. The truck is missing a headlight, much to Brian's heartbreak. The ride back home was tense and silent. Tim and Brian were close, but sometimes, they wanted to kill each other. 

You’re sitting in the living room, gnawing on your nail as you watch whatever reality show was on. There’s nothing left to do but sit and wait. Turns out you can be productive if it means distracting yourself. The whole house is clean, the laundry done, the craft-project that’s been on the side for months is finished, and dinner is made.  

You look as the lock on the front door is turned, Tim swinging it open with a little too much force. Your heart jumps back into your mouth, choking you as you try to greet him.

Tim hums in response, already walking to the kitchen. Brian strides in right after, closing the door behind him.

“Hey Dolly.” He sounds tired, and put-out, walking over to the couch and bending down to kiss you. “How was your day?”

Smiling, you watch as he stands back up. “good.”

He smiles back, then turns to the kitchen. You reach out and grab his hand before he can leave. 

“Actually, I need to talk to you guys about something.” Brian looks down at your hand, tilting his head slightly as his eyebrow raises. Swallowing, you call for Tim, “Can you come back in here?”

Tim walks back to the edge of the living room, a hand running down his face. “Can it wait? We just got home.”

Okay that’s a little disheartening. “I’d rather do it now.” You look down, glancing up at him. “Please.”

He looks at you, a tired and annoyed expression rooted on his face. With a sigh, he caves, walking over to stand closer to your position on the couch.

No one says anything for a moment. They’re waiting on you, while you’re just trying to figure out how speech works again. How should you do it? If you were funny you would have gotten them a card or something. Do you just throw it out there? Lead up to it? 

“I’m pregnant.”

…

“Fuckin’ hell.” Tim reaches for his pocket, pulling out a beat up pack of cigarettes. 

Brian just looks at you, his expression unreadable. The small smile that was there is gone, whether taken by shock or something else, you don’t know.

Your free hand subconsciously goes to hold your stomach, nerves pulling your muscles tight and tense. You don’t know how you expected them to react, but not like this. 

Tim takes a long drag, the obnoxious smell of the smoke insults your nose more than usual. “How’d this happen?”

Your hand tightens on Brian's, somewhere in your brain you note that his grip is completely loose. 

“I think we all know how-”

“Not that! You said you were on birth control, that it was safe. That we wouldn’t need to deal with…” His loud voice trails off, his eyes looking down at your stomach.

You let go of Brians hand, anger taking over nerves. 

“Birth control isn’t 100% Tim! And if memory serves, you were the one who wanted to fuck me raw in the first place.” 

Tim doesn’t say anything, just taking another drag as he scowls. He’s tapping his foot, trying to let off energy. 

“Are you keepin’ it?” Brians voice is smaller, more gentle than Tims, but there’s an edge to it. 

You look back up at him, his expression is still frustratingly neutral. “I… don’t know.”

Tim scoffs, striding past the two of you, wretching the front door open. “I’m not dealin’ with this.” Before your heart can drop, Brian moves to follow him. A broken sound that echoes what might have been his name leaves you.

The door closes with a thud. There’s an awful high-pitch ring in your ears as you sit and stare. That was it? Years together suddenly meaning nothing? Just because-  you look down, a hand still splayed over your stomach. 

Tears spill over your cheeks, dripping off your chin. You lay down, burying your face in one of the many couch pillows. 

—-

You wake up the next morning, still on the couch. Ugh, your head hurts, tears are lining your eyes again. Damn, can’t even get a moment. 

Walking to the kitchen, turning on the coffee machine, you glance at what was meant to be last nights dinner. One of the bowls you had set out is filled with cold food. Tims doing before you called him back to the living room.

Taking some aspirin with your first gulp of caffeine, you walk back into the living room. Eyes landing on the front door, still unlocked.

Anger starts leading your thoughts. 

How dare they? You’ve put up with all their bullshit over the years, but they’re ‘not dealing with this’? Fine. You don’t need them. They were a want, you wanted them in your life. And now, you don’t. It’s that simple. 

Where’s your phone? You need to make some calls. ...

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Your bedroom has two twin windows, the bed in the middle of them. The room is still tidy and neat from your cleaning spree yesterday. It’s dark outside now, but the orange light from the streetlamp just across the yard leaks in. 

You fall onto your bed, trying to let the heavy feeling in your chest fall out. It doesn’t, just remaining as a dull ache. Your hand raises, rubbing your throbbing temple. The day had gone by slowly, almost horrifically normal. You went to work, had lunch with your friends, got stuck in traffic. Thankfully, the locksmith was able to come by and replace all of the locks, you even paid extra to have the window locks updated. It had taken a good chunk of money but it’s better that it was done quickly. Your boyfri-... ex-boyfriends, had a tendency to be rather difficult to keep out. 

Sitting up, you stare at the orange light on the floor. Thoughts are silent, a good thing too. You feel too raw, too sensitive. A shadow rises along the floor, you look at the window. A gloved hand is trying to jerk the lock open, a thin knife wedged between the window panes. Speak of the devil.

You roll to the other side of the bed, standing up and opening the other window. Peaking outside, the frowny face of Hoodie snaps to you. He’s holding onto the window seal, his arm slightly shaking as he keeps himself up. Masky is standing on the ground below, staring up at the both of you.

The world seems so still, silent. The fog has already set in, thick and making the street light appear hazy. It feels like this is all there is, a little bubble with just the three of you.

Masky sighs, lifting his mask to put a cigarette on his lip. “We just wanted to talk.”

“And you couldn’t knock on the door?”

“Would you have let us in?” Fair point, the answer would probably be a resounding no. “It sure didn't take you very long to change the locks.”

The audacity pierces your chest, righteous fury filling your gut. “You’re the ones that left!” In the corner of your eye, Hoodie is still trying to open the window. You snap at him. “That one doesn’t open.”

“We weren’t even gone a full 24 hours.”

“You left!” Tears start to choke you. No one moves for a moment, everyone just staring at each other. Hoodie re-adjusts his grip on the seal, getting ready to make the jump to grab the one under you. “I tell you I’m pregnant and you left, both of you!”

Hoodie jumps and grabs onto the seal beneath you as you slam the window shut, locking it tightly. Quickly, you walk around your bed and open the other window. 

“You said that one doesn’t open!”

“And now, that one doesn’t open.” 

Hoodie lets out an exaggerated huff, his shoulders sinking into his form before slowly climbing back to the ground. He doesn’t want to try jumping to your window again, the game would only tire him out for nothing.

Tim sighs from his place on the ground, a hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looks up at you. “You’re not makin’ this any easier Sug.”

“Why should I?”

Neither man says anything. What would you even like to hear? What could be said to undo the hurt of the last few hours? You choke tears back down, you don’t want to be any kind of vulnerable right now. 

 Hoodie takes the ski-mask off his head, his expression is calm but his eyebrows are slightly pinched. “We didn’t mean to walk out like that. We were frustrated- it had nothin’ to do with you.”

You cross your arms, looking down on both of them. Nothing to do with you your ass. Speech has left you. You fear that if you try, your voice will just embarrassingly crack. 

Brian tilts his head at your lack of a response. He stares up at you, brows furrowing as the seconds tick by. “Dolly, do you really think we were leavin’ you?” 

A mock laugh leaves your throat. “How else am I meant to interpret ‘I'm not dealing with this’?” You hold onto the smile, if you stop you’re gonna start crying again.

They both look at you, then at each other. 

Heat is crawling up your spine, then swallowing your face. God you hate the feeling. You bite down on the inside of your cheek, anything to keep a straight face. Anything to keep tears from falling. 

You slam the window shut, slapping the lock and throwing the curtains in place. You’re done with this. If they can leave in the middle of a conversation, then so can you. It’s only fair. 

Crawling back on your bed, you hide under the covers, your head beneath your pillow. You cry, sounds slightly muffled from the bedding. Unfortunately, it also prevents you from hearing the lock snap open and window roll up.

A weight dips your bed, large hands lightly place themselves on your back, rubbing circles. You groan, gripping your pillow tighter before snapping up and seeing Tim. Damn them both. Pulling your legs under you, you twist and hit him with your rumpled pillow. 

“You are such a piece of shit!”

Tim lets you hit him a few more times, each hit causing some static in his hair. You look for Brian, throwing your pillow at him as he closes the window.

Hands cup your cheeks, fingers brushing away the tear streaks as Tim guides you to look at him. Brown eyes looking into yours, “I’m sorry sug.” 

You don't want to look at him. His big, wet, brown eyes are too much. You want to be angry, you have a right to be angry. Lips lightly trace over your face, giving gentle kisses to your eyelids and cheeks. “Was thinkin’ straight outta my ass.”

Your hand reaches up to hold his wrist, his jacket is still chilled from the night air. Nuzzling your face into his warm palm as you hiccup a laugh, agreeing with him.

The bed dips on the other side as Brian joins the two of you, ducking his head to kiss your shoulder. He’s already ditched the hoodie, leaving it crumpled on the floor. His thin mustache tickles your skin. “You’re stuck with us Dolly.” Settling against the headboard, Brian wraps his arm around your shoulders. He pulls you back to lay on him, tucking his face into your hair.

Tim sheds his jacket, tossing it aside and laying his weight down as he sandwiches you between the two of them. He kisses his way down, stopping at your stomach, nuzzling his face. His hands come to hold your waist, wrapping his arms around your form. 

Your hand comes up to pet his dark hair. You’ll need to talk about it, of course. But for now, this was good. 

[tsukiusagi180]

Humidity

Notes: this is the first part of a series of two or three chapters I think. very dubious consent!

Words: 1,6k

Tw: nc, stalking, rather demeaning insult, no consent at all!!

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The humidity in the air was unbearable; the heat and rain blended perfectly, leaving behind a heavy scent mingling with the pine trees. The forest seemed to swallow up the run-down gas station; the diesel was particularly expensive. You were complaining, muttering to yourself in the August heat, stuck with your old car that had broken down. It has to be said that the signal here wasn’t great either.

You took out your phone, walking around the station a bit to see if your signal bars would come back; in desperation, you raised it high in a last-ditch effort, but still nothing.“It was to be expected,” you muttered to yourself.You tried dialing the number anyway—maybe with a little luck? It must be that God or some other divine being heard your prayer; on the other end of the line, you heard the tow truck.

“Yes, hello?”

-Hello! My car broke down

—could you help me out?

-Where are you?

-At a gas station, on the edge of a forest. Um, on the A54, I think...

-All right, stay put. A tow truck should be there in about an hour.

-All right, thanks.

Then the call ended.

-Just in time—what a stroke of luck. Well, now all we have to do is wait.You grabbed the keys to your old car as you went to unlock it. Just as you got to the front, an old pickup truck pulled up at the gas station. A man got out of the vehicle and walked over to the pump to fill up.

You watched him slowly; he had dark hair, a slender face with chiseled features, and a few days’ stubble starting to grow. He wore a loose-fitting shirt over a T-shirt; his jeans, also loose-fitting, were faded and worn from age. He wore boots that looked comfortable. At one point, he sensed a gaze and turned toward you, raising an eyebrow. You felt his eyes travel from your Converse sneakers up to your denim mini-shorts and tank top, finally resting on your eyes; you locked eyes for a moment before, feeling awkward, you looked away.

You tried to unlock the car with the keys, but the intensity and panic in his gaze made your hands shake until you dropped them, and they clattered to the ground with a metallic clang. You muttered—more to yourself than anyone else—in a reflex that felt more natural than anything else: “Damn…”

You could feel that man’s gaze on you; you pulled down your shorts, which had ridden up your thighs, while the waistband dropped, revealing your white panties. It was embarrassing—not because he wasn’t handsome, but because you were alone with a stranger at the edge of a forest. In a different situation, you might have flirted with him, but here? No way. You grabbed your keys as quickly as possible before getting back up. Just as you were getting into the car, you heard him speak to you

-Hey, do you happen to have any money?

-Excuse me?

-I'm short about 10 dollars for gas. You could tell from his voice that he wasn’t embarrassed—maybe he was used to it. You nodded as you rummaged through your pockets before pulling out a $20 bill; it was better to give it to him just in case.He held out his hand, his fingers brushing against yours as he took the bill. A shiver ran through you; his hand was rough—you could tell he must have a manual job, maybe on construction sites or as a hunter?

-“Keep the change; it might come in handy someday.He just nodded gratefully.

-“Tim”

-“Excuse me?”

-“My name is Tim.”

-“Oh, okay, (YN), nice to meet you.”The situation was a little awkward; “Tim” didn’t seem very talkative, and the way his gaze scanned every part of your body, lingering on each one as if to memorize it, didn’t help matters.

He looked at you like an object that could be touched, torn apart however one pleased. In a burst of courage, you decided to speak up

-So, Tim, do you come here often?

-Yeah, I don’t live far from here. His voice sounded rather disinterested, as if your presence was now annoying him—it was quite contradictory. He looked at you as if he wanted you, but at the same time, you were annoying him.

-“Okay, so do you work around here?”

-“You could say that.”The situation was really starting to make you uncomfortable; you tapped your hand against your thigh and felt his gaze drift toward that spot.

-Do you often come here alone at night?I mean, it’s not really appropriate.

You froze; your hand stopped mid-motion. This guy was really weird. You immediately felt uncomfortable; your survival instinct was screaming at you to get out of there, but how? Your car had broken down, it was just the two of you, and the tow truck wasn’t going to arrive for a while. Damn… That asshole—you were screwed.-

I have to get back to my car.

You tried to move without turning your back on him—you weren’t that stupid. As you backed away, you felt a hand on your arm holding you back; you tried to break free, but it was impossible—he was way too strong. Damn that man and his supernatural strength.

-What the hell is your problem? Let me go, damn it!

He didn’t flinch; he even tightened his grip, pulling you toward him and bringing his face close to yours. You could smell his breath reeking of cigarettes—this guy must smoke a lot. His teeth were yellowed by the mixture of nicotine and tar. One of his hands slid up to the back of your neck, forcing you against his lips. They were chapped and dry; it was brutal, like a hunger that had been consuming him for some time. At some point—you’re not quite sure how long it had been—his tongue forced its way into your mouth. His saliva mixed with yours. Then suddenly he pulled away, leaving a sense of longing on your lips; you took the opportunity to take a deep breath, savoring the moist air.

A gasp followed your breath as you felt a hand slide between your legs, pressing your denim shorts against your already very wet sex. You tried to struggle before he spoke to you

-Shh, be a good girl

He managed to slip his hand into your denim shorts, sliding against your already wet panties—maybe it was fear? Or something else, something much more perverse, more disgusting. Deep down, did you kind of enjoy that Tim, this man you barely know was touching you? You didn’t have time to protest before his lips pressed against yours again with that same intense hunger, his head tilting slightly to give him a better chance to force his way into your mouth.

At the same moment, you felt his fingers slide under your panties before reaching your moist opening, which made it easier for him.-

You’re so fucking wet—you’re a real slut, aren’t you? Getting fucked by a guy you don’t even know right here? What a pathetic whore you are.”

You couldn’t answer before he slid his fingers inside you; it felt so good you couldn’t help but moan. Everything seemed far away, like in a dream. You could barely make out what he was saying just a soft grunt as you felt his pants, which seemed to be getting too tight for him, rubbing against you.

-T-Tim...

You didn’t get to finish your sentence; you spotted a tow truck approaching in the distance. Just as quickly as it had started, he pulled away, staying right beside you.The tow truck stopped in front of you. A few words were exchanged before he loaded the car onto the tow truck. As he climbed into the tow truck, you turned around one last time to look at Tim, then at his car, memorizing its license plate.

“That was nice. See you soon, Tim.”

“Yeah, see you soon, sweetheart.”

You closed the door, and the tow truck pulled away, taking you to the garage—far from that shabby gas station, far from that musty smell, far from him. Even though you knew you’d see him much sooner than he expected. After all, you knew how to find him—with his license plate, his name, and all those missing-person notices for the man who looked just like him.

“See you soon, Tim Wright.”

[xrisen-phoenixx]

Here Doggy!

Tim Wright x Brian Thomas x Puppygirl!Reader

TW: Straight smut, absolutely no plot, puppy play (a bit more than just calling reader puppy, hopefully you guys fw this), double penetration, BRIM ENJOYERS RISE UP, lots of spit I fear

Partially inspired by @/cryingintheclubdhmu and a dream I had

You had been on your knees for hours now, letting the two pass you back and forth. Luckily for you, they put the throw pillows on the ground between their legs so that you had somewhere to kneel. You were currently between Brian’s thighs, bobbing your head up and down on his cock while watching them make out. You felt left out and disregarded on the floor, whining softly around Brian’s cock to get their attention. Tim pulled back, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Brian’s as he looked down at you. “What’s the matter pup, feeling left out?” You whine again and nod as much as you can, and Tim laughs and ruffles your hair to purposely tease you. “Tell ya what, do a real good job and we’ll let you join us up here, yeah?” Both men chuckled as your tail started wagging in response, and you nodded, returning all of your attention onto sucking Brian’s dick like your life depended on it. Brian’s head fell back against the back of the couch as he groaned, his hand tangling into your hair. “That’s it pup… Fuck, you’re doing so good.” He began pushing your head down for you and jerking his hips up to meet your mouth. After a few more thrusts into your mouth, he shoved your head down so that your nose was flush against his pelvis and came down your throat, holding you still so that you swallowed it all.

He slowly pulled you up by your hair, and you let out a shaky exhale through your nose before swallowing the rest of his cum and opening your mouth, holding your tongue out to show them that you swallowed it all. Brian laughed and patted your head. “Well look at you. You’re just perfect, ain’t ya pup?” You nod and Brian tugs you up onto his lap by the leash. He tilts your head to face Tim, and Tim’s lips press against yours. You let out a happy little sigh against his lips, your tail wagging as you melt into the kiss. Brian chuckled at how excited you got just from getting up to kiss them. You were so easily pleased, it was cute. Tim pulled away, ignoring your whines and huffs of retaliation. “Should we move this upstairs?” Brian chuckled and shrugged. “You tell me, it’s your cabin.” Tim playfully glared at him and got up, and you stood up to let Brian stand. When you tried to follow, however, Tim glanced back at you. “Uh-uh. Walk right, pup.” Brian looked over at you, enjoying how your cheeks burned and your face reddened, watching your ears slump down against your head as you kneeled down to your hands and knees. Brian snickered. “There ya go, good dog.” Brian gently tugged your leash, getting you to crawl closer to them. Tim and Brian both started up the stairs before Tim stopped. “Shit- I need to start laundry. Get her upstairs for me, I’ll be back in a second.” Brian nodded and Tim kissed his cheek before walking back down the few stairs he climbed up and off towards the laundry room.

Brian walked you up to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, leash resting loosely in his hand. Technically speaking, you were “Tim’s dog”. Really, by now, you were both of theirs, but Tim has had you around longer, whereas Brian’s been introduced to you more recently. Brian rested his head on his palm, elbow propped on his knee as he gave you a lazy smirk. “Did he teach you any tricks puppy?” You whined softly at that comment, face heating up once more. Sure, yes, you were technically sort of a dog, but it always embarrassed you when they treated you like one, especially when they talked as if you weren’t even there. “Come on pup, sit.” You sat down despite your embarrassment, wanting to appease him. Brian chuckled and gently tugged your leash. “Atta girl. Roll over.” Your face grew even hotter as you rolled on the floor before sitting down again. Brian gently cupped your face. “That’s a good girl. Speak.” You whined softly, but barked anyway. Despite how embarrassed you seemed, Brian watched your tail wag excitedly. Brian couldn’t help but chuckle and tug you closer so that your head was against his knee. “That’s a good puppy. Timmy taught you well, huh? Want a treat?” You nod eagerly, and Brian tilts your head back before spitting in your mouth. You hummed softly and swallowed, and he patted your cheek. “There ya go. C’mere.” He tugged your leash up, and bent you over the bed. He could kiss Tim for already having you naked when he came over.

Tim started the washer and huffed. There was no telling what Brian had already started doing with him down here. Brian was possibly the sweeter of the two to you, but Tim was the patient one. Tim could tease you for hours without giving in, Brian didn’t have that same testament. Tim emptied out the dryer and left them in the basket to fold later, shoving a shirt of his under the pile so that I’d be warm for you when they were done with you. He walked back to the staircase, rolling his eyes at the faint noise from upstairs. Of course he couldn’t wait, how typical. As Tim climbed up the stairs, he could make out your whines and moans, and the faint noise of Brian grunting underneath. He was honestly shocked that he could even hear Brian, usually you overshadowed his voice. Your face must be shoved in a pillow or something, he guessed. He walked to the door, listening to the little bell on your collar jingle in time with the bed creaking, which made him snort, only because he knew that had to embarrass you. He pushed the door open and leaned against the doorframe. “Really, couldn’t wait for me?” Brian laugh was cut off by a low groan. “Sorry, got to showing me her tricks ya taught her and I had to reward her.” Tim rolled her eyes. “Tricks?” Brian chuckled. “Guess I taught her tricks then. Wanna show Tim, yeah? Come on pup.” Brian pulled out, making you whine loudly. “I know puppy, I know. Come on, be a good girl and you’ll get it back.”

Brian tugged you back down to the floor by the collar, turning you to face Tim. “Lay down.” You did as you were told, folding your legs under you and pressing your chest to the ground, arms under your head, pouting at the loss still. “That’s my girl, ain’t she neat?” Tim rolled his eyes at Brian’s words. “You’re just giving her more ammunition for you to spoil her.” Brian scoffed. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. Come on Timmy, don’t be so cruel. She’s missing her treat just for you, at least let her show you her tricks.” Your pout makes Tim sigh in defeat and entertain Brian’s training, walking closer to you. “Don’t call me that.” He huffs at Brian before looking down at you. “Come.” He points to the space in front of his boots, watching you scramble up and over to him, plopping down at his feet, tail wagging excitedly. Your eager gaze locks onto his, only further wearing his tough demeanor. “Spin.” He made the motion with his finger, watching you spin in a circle before sitting back down facing him. He crouched down in front of you, holding his hand out. “Shake.” You place your hand in his, and he holds your hand gently, shaking. Brian has a smile a mile wide. “See? Isn’t she just perfect?” Tim huffs again and nods. “Well damn, ya weren’t lyin. Behaves like an angel.” Tim ruffles your hair, and you smile. Brian gently tugs your leash, motioning towards the bed. “C’mon pup, hop back up.” You excitedly hop up and bend over the mattress again, tail wagging even harder now.

Tim moves up onto the bed as he undoes his jeans and slides them down. You hear Brian move behind you, and you shudder from excitement. Brian slides back into you effortlessly, making you mewl and your toes curl. Tim tilts your head up and taps your jaw. “Open up, pup.” Your mouth immediately opens, tongue out. Tim chuckles and guides his cock to your tongue, letting you lick the tip for a little before guiding himself into your mouth inch by inch. He gets about halfway in before you choke a little, and he gently rubs your throat. “Fuck, we stop for half an hour and you’re already getting all choked up again. Relax your throat, you can do it. You wanna fit it all, don’t ya?” You nod and try to relax your throat, face burning as they chuckle when you choke. Tim pats your cheek condescendingly. “Poor puppy, so insistent to be full yet ya can’t handle it. Is that it pup? Can you not handle it?” He slides back out, and you whine. “No- I can handle it!” “Do dogs talk, pup?” You frown and shake your head no. “What do dogs say puppy?” Your face burns as you bark again. Tim, however, isn’t as nice as Brian. He doesn’t let you get away with the soft bark that Brian did. He tugs your leash, motioning for Brian to start moving, causing you to whine as Brian pulled almost all the way out, leaving only the tip inside, only to slam back to the hilt, making you almost scream. Tim tugs your head up by the hair. “Come on now puppy, you can do better than that. Speak nice and loud, show me what a good puppy you are.” Embarrassed tears well in your eyes as you loudly bark each time Brian slams back into you, your legs already shaking a little.

“Atta pup, that’s much better. One more time puppy, nice and loud for me.” Brian slams back into you hard, smacking your ass, making your last bark sound more like a yelp. Regardless, Tim chuckles and guided the tip of his cock to your lips before spitting down on the shaft. You whined around his cock, letting him guide it to the back of your throat. Your eyes grow lidded as you began sucking his cock, letting him bob your head as you focus on making him feel good. Spit drips from the corners of your mouth, dribbling down your chin as your cheeks hollow around his dick, making him groan. “Fuck, that’s a good girl. So good for us, yeah?” His hand makes its way to your ears, softly playing with them. You yelp and whimper, legs kicking up a little from how sensitive your ears are. Brian seemed to get a similar idea, as his free hand moved to play with your tail, making you loudly whine around Tim’s cock, your legs kicking up again, which both of them laughed at. “Awww, what’s the matter?” Tim cooed softly, to which you just whined at. Brian laughed again, before groaning softly. “Fuck- you should see her from this angle. She looks so fuckin cute.” Brian tugs your tail softly enough to make you whine again before grabbing a handful of your ass, pulling you back against him. Tim laughs at his words. “Trust me, I can hear it from here. Hard to believe you’re embarrassed when you’re so wet, ya know that?” He teases you, making you whimper.

Tim continues to fuck your mouth, getting closer to his own orgasm. “Surprised you’re not recording her.” Tim grunts out, and Brian laughs. “Yeah, me too.” Brian’s eyes are locked on your pussy, watching those glistening walls suck him back in. You were so tight, it was like you didn’t want him to ever pull back out, which he thought was cute. He fumbled around in his pocket for his phone, using his other hand to spread you wide so that he could get pictures of your cunt stretched around his cock. He snaked a hand around and pressed on your lower stomach, chuckling at your cute little whines from how deep he was. He tossed his phone over to Tim, and you whined as you realized Brian just took picture of your pussy. Of course, that’s not the first time, it wouldn’t be the last, but it was still embarrassing. Tim tugged your leash to make you look up at him, getting your pretty eyes all watery on camera. He hit record, tugging your leash again, making your little collar’s bell jingle. “Bark once more for me pup.” You tried to bark around his cock, and that just made them both laugh. “Atta girl.” Tim ruffled your hair, before grabbing your hair and holding you still, thrusting his hips up so that he came down your throat. You whined and stayed still, looking up at the camera while he came in your mouth. He pulled out and you opened your mouth, showing the camera his cum on your tongue before swallowing it, but not before some dripped onto the sheets. Before either of them could even tell you to, you licked it up and swallowed that too. “That’s a good girl. We trained you well huh?” You nod through little whines, your eyes glossed over from Brian’s cock buried deep inside of you, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. Before you could even realize it, you were cumming, your eyes rolling back as you slumped against the mattress. Brian groaned as he came not long after you, feeling your walls clench around him, milking his cock. Tim handed the phone back to him and he recorded himself pulling out of you painfully slow, getting your little needy whines on camera as he finally pulled out, watching his cum drip out of your still clenching hole. He patted your ass softly. “Poor little puppy, still so needy, yeah?” You whine and nod, tail wagging again. “Don’t you worry, we’ll take care of it.” Brian hummed, fingers moving to spread your folds wider, middle finger pressing into your pussy, making you whine again. “That’s it pup… Look at you, so messy.” He tutted quietly. You were so focused on Brian still playing with you that you didn’t even register Tim had moved until you felt his rough hand smack down on your ass. You whined softly at the feeling, finally dragging your head up to look back at them.

Tim chuckled as he watched cum drip down your pussy, thumb rubbing over the cum on your clit and licking it up. You whined again, hips wiggling a bit. Tim teased his cock against your folds, making you whimper and push back against him. He gave you a sharp smack on the ass again. “None of that. You’ll take what we give you, you don’t take what you want, you understand?” You nod and pout, whining at them just playing with you. They take turns holding you spread wide, Tim occasionally smacking your pussy to make you whine, Brian teasing and pinching your clit, and both of them teasing your entrance with their cocks or their fingers. You’re almost sobbing by the time they decide they’re done fucking with you, and Brian tugs you up into Tim’s lap. Tim presses his lips to yours as Brian situates you to be partially sitting on both of their laps. You don’t realize what they’re doing until you feel Brian guide you to Tim’s cock. You gasp softly as Tim guides you down to the hilt slowly, making sure not to be too much. That’s when you feel Brian’s cock press against your entrance too, and you whimper, looking up at Tim with wide eyes. Tim gently holds you, looking at Brian to get him to stop. Tim’s voice is soft and soothing, nothing like it is when he’s ordering you around. “Is this okay? Do you want us to do this?” You look back at Brian and then at Tim and nod. “I- yeah. Yeah, this is okay… I’ve just never- you know.” Tim nods and Brian pipes up, resting his chin on your shoulder. “We know doll, tell us if it’s too much, and we’ll quit. You remember your safe word, right?” “Yeah, red.” “That’s our girl. You’re positive you want this?” Brian double checks, and you nod.

Tim holds you still as Brian slides his cock in as well, making you mewl and cling onto Tim like your life depends on it. You gasp and whine into Tim’s shirt, your hips jerking at each inch Brian eases inside. You feel like you’re being stretched impossibly wide, your eyes rolling back and watering. Once Brian’s fully in, he gently pats your hip. “Is that okay? Not too much?” “I-It’s- ngh- okay-..” You assure him, huffing against Tim’s skin. Tim and Brian keep an eye on you as you adjust, not wanting to move too soon and hurt you. Brian rubs your hip while Tim rubs your back, making sure you’re not too uncomfortable to continue. “You still okay sug?” Tim asks softly, and you nod. “Y-Yeah.. You- you can move..” You huff into his shirt, and he nods before looking at Brian. Even though you gave them the okay, they waited a little longer to make sure you were really okay until you wiggled your hips. Tim smirked and tried to hide it, and Brian chuckled. Leave it to you to be stuffed full and still find a way to be needy and desperate for them. But that’s why they loved you, isn’t it? Brian presses a kiss to your shoulder before sliding his hand up to cup your breast.

Tim starts moving first, with Brian not far behind. From just the first movements, you’re already limp against Tim, your needy whines and mewls swallowed by his shirt as Tim smirks. Brian snakes a hand around your waist, fingers rubbing your clit while also easing you up and down softly. Both of them are extremely amused by your little collar jingling with each thrust. Tim’s hand plays with your other breast, pinch your nipple and squeezing. You whine loudly into his shirt, and your pretty noises only get louder as Brian starts leaving hickeys and bite marks all over the right side of your neck and shoulder. Tim eases you up so that he can do the same to your left. You rock your hips against the two of them, vision blurring from how good you feel. The obscene squelch of their cocks sliding in and out of you fill the room alongside your loud whines and their quiet groans. Well, quiet in comparison to you. Tim’s lips trail down to your tits, biting and sucking on your nipple while Brian plays with the other one. You’re in a daze of bliss, feeling too good to hardly understand anything that was happening. Your eyes were rolled back into your head, your body limp to wherever they put you. You were covered in hickeys now as you weakly scratched at the two of them. Brian had nail indents in his thighs and Tim had them on his shoulder and back. You were worked to your orgasm before you could even think, cumming hard around both of their cocks. You fell against Tim’s shoulder again, whimpering with each ripple of your orgasm. Tim came next with Brian right behind him, both of them filling you until it was dripping out. They both pulled out virtually at the same time, leaving cum to drip down your thighs and onto the sheets in a big puddle. Tim huffed, his voice a bit hoarse as he looked down at you. “You alright sugar? We didn’t overdo it?” You shook your head no, your voice barely even still there compared to them. “N-Nah, that was great.” Brian couldn’t help but laugh at how hoarse you were. “Great, glad you enjoyed yourself dolly. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Brian carried you to the bathroom as Tim got to work on the sheets. He carried the dirtied sheets to the laundry room and brought you the shirt he stashed for you.

Brian got you in the bath, cleaning you up before he cleaned himself up. All three of you were covered in a thin veil of sweat, and you were still in a bit of a haze. Brian got the collar and leash off of you, setting it on the sink counter. He wrapped you up with the towel, letting you sit on the toilet seat while he showered. He smirked at you. “So, d’you have fun?” You nod and smile back. “Oh absolutely. Do you hear my voice?” Both of you laugh, and Tim walks into the bathroom. You smile as he helps you into the shirt and kisses your forehead before looking at the shower. “Scoot over, Thomas, I’m joining you.” Brian playfully rolls his eyes and moves over, letting Tim join. “No concept of personal space, this one. Can’t you let a man shower in peace?” Brian teases, and Tim rolls his eyes. “Yeah, when that man’s not using my shower, in my house, with my soap, after having sex on my bed.” The two playfully bicker and you giggle before looking at Brian. “Yeah, speaking of, why haven’t you moved in with us yet, Bry?” Brian shrugs. “I actually don’t know. I would say I’m just too attached to my cabin but I’m really not.” “Then you should move in! Right Tim?” Tim groans. “Oh great, now I have to deal with both of you on a daily basis.”

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[habitsbeloved]

Wanna be in a poly relationship with Masky, Hoodie, Toby, Habit (also Evan, ilysm Evan) AND Jeff The Killer. The most chaotic relationship ever and I’m here for it

[miaowitch]

illi. illi can we ponder cowboy tim. just a little...

anon. im rock hard. of COURSE we can ponder. im supposed to be working on birthday stuff for my fiance right now but this has completely derailed me i need to get my thoughts out....im sorry evan.....i gotta think on sexy cowboys....

in my mind, he's overly cautious when it comes to his job. more of a lone rider type, used to work with the sheriff in another town before he was run out of town for odd happenings all blamed on him.

he's tired, and just wants a place to settle down. cowboy tim would pick up odd jobs, cattle rearing or helping with simple farm work in between towns. he's usually traveling on horseback, rolled cigarette between his lips and his hat tilted down. when he's feeling particularly kind, he'll help transport any drifters he finds along the way.

WHICH is where he meets you, walking alone on a dirt road. he's not in any hurry to catch up to you once he spots you, but he's not avoiding you either. offering a bit of kindness to a stranger honestly makes him feel better about his own situation. you're in a rough spot, run away from home with nowhere else to go. you ask him to just tag along until you find somewhere to stay.

"'m not much in the way of company, miss." he warns, the last 'partner' he had (brian😏) had been m.i.a. for a while now.

but you're giving him the saddest look. "oh..then no worries.." and his heart starts to melt just a bit, which is how you end up on his horse. drinking his water, talking enough for the both of you. he swears he'd never take silence for granted again, but tim can't even complain.

your presence is more comforting to him than anything.

and those cool summer nights out on the plains....sitting around the fire. it's been a few weeks since you tagged along, he's getting soft even entertaining you for this long. dinner's roasting over the flame and you're sitting across from him still shivering. tim sighs, "can't believe you're cold right now.." while he sounds annoyed, he finds himself worrying about you all the time. you move closer, he's watching the fire and pretending not to fluster as you lean against him.

his arm wraps around you, using a stick to stoke the hot embers that cook your meal. the one he caught just for you to praise him. like you'd never had a freshly caught dinner, these things amazed you. he holds you closer, keeping you warm and safe.

his kisses taste like tobacco and dust, he'll always lean down to meet you. smile on his face before placing his hat on your head and kissing you harder than the last time. call him greedy, but he wants you all to himself. a prize for being alone on the road for so long.

eventually, his dream of settling down shifts a little. he just wants to give you a home, a ranch with a stream running through it. somewhere you both can feel comfortable. he wants to give you the world, even if he was once a lone rider.

i need to think about this more. ive got more thoughts......theyre just brewing for when im not so busy........

[beauty1ndec4y]

Moodboard ~ relationship with Tim Wright.

[distinguishedcattheorist]

Masky doesn't have much experience in dealing with emotions. He has a job, does that job well, then leaves. He protects Tim, shields him from the horrors that seem ever-present. When things get too much, Masky takes the reins to handle it. It's his purpose.

But he doesn't know what the fuck to do about this.

Tim had been avoidant, haunting voices whispering in his head. You didn't mean anything with your questions, just talking from curiosity. A sweet notion really, your concern about him.

Too bad Tim didn't see it that way. Placing blame where none was meant to be, using logics that don't hold under any ounce of thought.

It's been a few days since that night. Your face falls every time you catch sight of him, mask or not. You find a reason to leave when he walks into the room.

And Tim, well, he refuses to do anything about it. Comforting himself with more cigarettes and denial. When he can't have that, he's hiding behind the mask.

Masky's never been... around this much, it's bizarre. He had to steal Brians sandwich the other day to stall the pain in his stomach after figuring out it was hunger. That's what it felt like? Never mind the process of chewing.

Tim being miserable is one thing, but you? Both of you? Because of each other? And he has to learn how to take care of a human body? Masky's got to fix this.

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had a thought, this may become something, may not