#proxies x reader

[catflavored]

i just LOVE the idea of waitress!reader who's just minding their own business at their job when the proxies come in for the first time doing reconnaissance for a mission... it's not a big deal but then they keep coming back and soon enough they're regulars fs. too bad reader's too busy gawking at the three new regulars to notice they're being stalked...

[m1lktits]

cough brian would press nearly his entire weight onto you with a grunt + put you in a headlock as he fucks you from behind (the lack of airflow makes u tighter) WHO SAID THAT

[a-flower-bee]

Screaming (Proxies x reader)

I hope yall enjoy :D, been having sum pent up shii going on so this was a good outlet. Also inspired by a song called screaming by Loathe, check them out.

I can’t believe my life turned out like this. My fun coffee shop job, my cozy apartment, and my friends with whom I made genuine connections with; all down the drain. Now I’m a slave to an Eldritch being, in a rickety old cabin that turns into an ice box when it hits 60. I live with people who have tormented me; ripped my loving life from under my feet and laughed at it.

The rain takes me out of my thoughts, it's crashing down hard tonight. Shivering I curl into a ball for more warmth under my blanket. Luckily the bed is comfortable but that doesn’t help when you're practically freezing. Looking out the window where the dark endless forest looks back at me. The so-called Operator is out there, somewhere. The thought of it being in the cold unforgiving rain gives me slight enjoyment. Sighing I turn over, looking to the right side wall, where Toby’s room is, him being the reason I’m awake right now. Ever since ‘moving in’ all I hear is that fucker banging and throwing shit around in his room. His shitty TV blasting shitty sitcoms. At times I can hear him talking to god knows what. This time, he woke me up by throwing something at the wall, now the cold won’t let me go back to sleep. They took my life, my hobbies, my future, and worse of all, my sleep. They even took the option to drown my reality in quick, cheap, dopamine hits, smashing my phone into pieces. The only comfort I even have now is recessing into my mind creating a world they could never touch. Huffing out I swing my legs over the bed, forcing my body to have some type of strength to get up. I haven't really eaten since getting here two weeks ago. I’ve had snacks but not a full meal. Seems like my body is finally letting me know. The taller guy, Brian , did say I have the full range of the cabin, like there's much to see anyways.

Opening my door I peer out slowly, hoping that no one is out to greet me. The cabin is only being illuminated by the moonlight shining through the windows. Flashes of lightning go off, showing me the living room. Dated furniture, a dusty bookshelf with untouched books, and the most antique looking interior you can imagine. Stepping out into the living room, taking fragile steps to ease my worries. The smell of cigarettes and damp air hit me. Memories of my family try to come into view, I hate how he smokes cigarettes. The smell would bring such fond memories before. Now all I think about is was how he bound and gagged me, tossed me into the back of a trunk. That stupid fucking mask propped up so he can light his cigarette.

My hip hits the chair to the dinner table which brings me back to real life. Finally in front of the fridge I prepare myself to see a whole lot of nothing. Gripping the handle, my heart starts to beat, slowly I open the fridge cringing at the noise. Everything feels so quiet now, taking a deep breath, the rain grows louder again. Then I saw it, Holy shit. An unopened Yakult and a sealed vanilla yogurt cup. After days of basically eating crumbs and the most oily junk food. I've never been so happy to see something that wasn't bought in a drive through.

“You’re up l-late.” My whole body freezes “Whatch-cha gonna get?” With the amount of noise he makes, he sure is a light walker.

Without a word I grab both items and close the fridge. Keeping my head down as I try to squeeze past him. His hand pulls me to a stop, glancing at his busted up hand around my arm, I finally have to acknowledge him.

“You're gonna have to t-talk t-to us eventually." He steps closer to me, I take a step back hitting my hip onto the counter. Even though I tower over him, the thought of Toby even touching me disgusts me.

“I'll talk when I'm free.” Toby laughs, his scar crinkling up in an uncanny way. Even in the darkness I can tell he's wearing that annoying smirk.

“Youre just like us so stop acting like you aren't." More silence passes by, rain filling the pause “God.” toby huffs out, basically flicking me off with his hand ‘F-Fucking annoying.” Toby looks to the food in my hands and snatch them. Turning back towards his room

Listening to his heavy footsteps made me realize something, I wasn't some puny little girl. If they wanted me to be like them. I'll be them. I'll be worse. Seeing Toby wear that god awful sweater makes all the more enraged. A horrible crash hit my ears. In a trance I seemed to grab a glass in the sink and throw it as hard as I could at him. Shards of glass splintered onto the floor, Toby's head jerks at the impact. The sound of rain became a roar, flashes of lighting illuminated the room. Touching the back of his head Toby then pulls his fingers towards him. Rubbing together what I assume is the blood I have gifted him with.

“You little,” Toby whips his head to glare at me “Bitch!” his voice rips out. I widen my legs and hunch down, assuming he is going to pounce; and just like I thought, he does. Closing the distance she shoves my head into the fridge. Right hand digging my face into the freezer door, his left grabbing my wrist and tugging it down. Grunting I force my free hand to his throat, knowing I wont do any damage I settle for pushing his throat as far away from me as possible. A test of strength, a test of who wants it more. Reeling my left leg up, I gather all my strength and kick him as hard as possible. He falls but not without grabbing the front of my head and forcing me to fall with him. A hard thump rings in the air, if he were any normal person a hit like that would knock some sense into him. But he isn't a person. Uncomfortably I'm on top of him, scambling my way off . Toby grabs the back of my head and attempts to whip me to the side. A grunt and whine escapes from me but I somehow manage to staddle him. With my head being basically pulled off my fist reels itself back in utter anger. Then all my pent up hatred forces itself down onto his throat. Toby's eyes widen as he lets go of my hair, both hands go to cradle his throat. I'm out of breath as I watch him attempt to roll over under me. Each gasp for air reminds me of that night. The night they killed him. Poor Sal was gasping all the same.

“You fucker!” I scream, There's a lamp on a coffee table next to me. My hand follows my instincts, but instead two thick arms wrap around me.

“Alright! Enough!” Tim yells in my ear, and he pulls me off of him. I spot Bryan in a shirt and boxers to the side. He then flicks the lights on.

“What the fuck?” Bryan decides to chime in. Tim's arms become all too much so I crane my body inwards to bite him. He yelps in pain as he throws me to the ground. My knees hit hard but I scramble up anyway.

“You!” I attempt to hold myself “ You all! Can't have me!” I push over the bookshelf next to me. It almost lands on Toby before Tim manages to catch it but not without a good amount of books managing to fall on him. Sprinting to the kitchen my hand pulls out one of the knives from the holder. Before I can't even do anything Bryan talks.

“It won't let you go.” There's some silence, my heartbeat is pounding in my ears but at least the rain is still comforting. Bryan makes slow steps towards me “We’ve all tried. All of us. Even if you kill us. Yourself. He wont let you go.”

“No-NO! Don’t say that.” As hard as I didn't want them to see, I start to cry “DON’T SAY THAT!” I point the knife towards him, making him pause. Hot tears run down my face and my hands start to shake. My back hits the kitchen counter. “I’ve seen you work. I KNOW how you monsters work. It won't work with me.”

“See I t-told you guys we s-should've kept her in there.” Tim looks at Toby.

“Shut the fuck up Rodgers!”

“Like an animal!” taking a step forward “I had to wait there, sleep there, eat and shit there, in the cold. In that fucking shed. Replaying his death thousands of times because I still didn't believe it! How you guys made a GAME with his death, with my friends." I trail off wiping my now sobbing face. Wishing I could just wipe everything off. My arm outstretched with the knife slowly falling. I can’t see with the tears flooding my vision. But the soft touch of another hand wraps around mine, slowly taking the knife away from me.

“Do you really think we choose this for us?” Blinking hard, I take a look at Bryan, trying to read his face. If I didn't know any better I'd say his face was filled with self pity. But if you heard how he laughed as he pulled the trigger on Sal's ankles, watching as he screamed and crawled to get away. Then you too would recognize the sound of a snake. Swallowing the thick saliva that pooled in my mouth, there was so much I wanted to scream.

“Leave me alone.” In the end that's all I could muster out. Glancing to the side I can see toby glaring at me realizing he wasn't wearing his sweater at all. Instead it was a off white T-shirt and brown plaid PJ bottoms. While Tim lit a cigarette, and is now leaning on the couch looking all ready for this to be over. Bryan speaks.

“I understand you need time. But if this shit happens again. You're going back to the shed.”

“What!?” Toby exclaims, resulting in result Bryan whipping around pointing to him.

“Shut it! I don't want to hear from you either.” Toby huffs out and storms to his room. As Tim then follows.

“I think I its gonna get infected.” He says in a sarcastic tone, voice trailing off as he goes deeper into the hallway.

“You'll be fine Tim.” Bryan takes one last look at me before he flicks the lights off and heads to his room as well.

Plz lemme know any criticisms you guys might have

[m1lktits]

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six day mission with the prøxies

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Oh my gosh..,., I absolutely loved the chokehold fic with ej, could you possibly do one for toby aswell? 🤤🤤

Personal word vomit: this seriously took so long I'm sorry I highkey forgor how to write smut brah

CW: nsfw, afab!reader, p in v sex, implied unprotected sex, friends with benefits, choking, mentions of jerking off, hickeys, mentions of bruises and Toby giving reader bruises, Toby's possessive, dw everything's consensual, not proof-read, written by a non-naitive english speaker

God, Friends-with-benefits-Toby was dangerous in more than one way. He always succeeded charming his way directly into your pants and you'd always come crawling back to him for more.

He loves dangerously, fucks you dangerously — His hand somehow found it's way around your throat everytime he had you on your back, cock drilling into your wet, velvet walls in such a fast pace, you didn't even know where you started and he ended anymore. Toby's mouth latched itself onto your collarbone, leaving dark purple marks at its wake while his hand, as strong as he is, squeezed your throat shut.

Your vision would get blurry, the slurred words coming out of Toby's mouth fading in and out as your consciousness did as well, and you'd seriously enjoy it. Holy shit, you don't know what it was and if it was any other guy you would've knocked him straight out... but Toby's strength did something to you.

On the other hand, the proxy didn't like not being your boyfriend. Didn't like not having you all for himself, to keep, to ruin, to kiss and hold and to love properly. And as long as there was the possibility of you going out with someone else, he had to mark his territory.

Hickeys are boring and bruises might look too brutal — Toby always swears up and down he didn't know he was choking you out so hard his fingers left red marks on your skin. It freaked you out the first time they were properly blue and deep purple, while he was genuinely jerking off to the thought it.

But, his favorite thing by far was to press you against any and every surface of your or his room and fuck you silly from behind.

"Ohmygod, y-y—you feel so f—fucking good.." Toby's voice rasped out from right behind your ear, cracking at the second word. Your bare chest was pressed up against the cold surface of your rooms window and you could only pray no one was wandering the outsides of your apartment complex at this hour. "Oh— mhm, p—pussy feels s-s—so good, fuck I c-c—can't get—"

Your forehead bonked against the window in slight exhaustion, mind fully focused on the feeling of his cock stroking deep into your pussy and the breathless moans — whines, even — that left the boys mouth.

You couldn't get enough of the sounds he made, the feeling of his body pressed flush against your own and the sudden move of curling his buff arm around your throat. Toby pulled you back to him quite harshly until your back it the plane of his chest: "Hah, yeah, y—you like that d—don't you? Me h-h—having full c—control over you?" His hips suddenly stopped snapping up to meet yours so he could fully focus on your face for a second.

God, you're pretty. So pretty. Your cheeks were flushed in such a pretty pink, eyes shot open with each time his biceps flexed around your throat more, forcing the air out of your lungs. It was his favorite thing to hear you gasp and choke out for him.

And when you slowly nodded, eyes locking onto his like you were challenging him to continue, he could've came right then and there.

Oh yeah, you liked getting choked, like to suffocate between Toby's biceps and you wouldn't even care if it made you pass out.

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NSFW Alphabet — Tim Wright/Masky

Margaret — Lana Del Rey

Word count: ~3.3k

CW: nsfw, p in v sex, established relationship, fem!reader, reader is a civilian, different positions, mentions of oral sex (f! and m! recieving), mentions of masturbation (both f! and m!), mentions of choking, mentions of rough sex, dirty talk, mentions of toys, reader and Tim are both in love, there's probably a lot more to this tbh, not proof-read, written by a non-naitive english speaker

Personal word vomit: this took so long, school started again, life's miserable💔💔

A is for... Aftercare (=What's he like after sex?)

I wouldn't say he's the king of aftercare or overly attentive after the fact, but Tim will obviously take care of your needs — If he was being honest, he didn't even know cleaning you up, helping you get dressed, maybe getting you a glass of water was a separate thing called "aftercare". He just thought it was normal, because who wouldn't like to cuddle with their partner after sex? He can't wrap his head around the fact that there's seriously people out there who cum, lie back down and turn their back on the other person.

Additionally, Tim tends to get a bit clingy after sex. To him, it's just part of the experience — You shared your body with him, made him feel good and let yourself be vulnerable just like he did all those things back, so it was natural for him to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss you like he wouldn't ever get the chance to do it again.

B is for... Body part (=His favorite body part of his and also yours)

Tim couldn't just pick one body part he loves about you, literally everything is perfect about you after all. But if he had to choose, he'd probably say your thighs and lips. For one, he loves kissing you — It's the rawest form of conveying his love for you and it feels like the two of you melt against each other every time he presses his lips onto yours, like you were made for him. Also likes the sounds you make while he's pumping his cock in and out of your wet hole. Your moans sound like heaven to him and Tim will only be satisfied when he's fucked you dumb, until you can't even say a coherent sentence anymore.

And if he had to pick a favorite body part of his own it would be his hands. Like, what can't he do with his hands? They're big and rough, calloused from... life experiences, perfect to grab onto your waist, grope your ass, manhandle you onto the bed, make you cum on his fingers alone... there's too much to list at this point.

C is for... Cum (=Anything to do with cum, basically)

It doesn't happen often that Tim "allows" you to go down on him (he's more of a giver than a reciever), but whenever you do, he absolutely has to finish on your face. It's something about seeing you on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with big innocent eyes while you teasingly lick a wet strip up the underside of his cock that just gets him going. So much so that Tim usually never lasts that long when you give hin head, which is fine by him — Cumming all over your pretty face and chest, watching the gooey liquid run down your neck and all the way to your nipples was enough to make him hard again.

D is for... Dirty secret (=A dirty secret of his)

Okay look, Tim would never ever in a million years admit it, but he definitely has snatched like one or two of your thongs to basically have jerk off material at home. You have so many of them, he didn't really think you'd notice if like one pretty pair of black, lacey panties went missing.

He loves touching along the delicate material of it, eyes closed the whole time while imagining you wearing it (and nothing but it) if he ever feels lonely, if you're away for some time or whatever it might be. It's not like it happens often, but sometimes life gets in the way and Tim can't see you, so what else is there to do other than ruin is beloved girlfriend's thongs when he fists his cock to the thought of you and cums all over them? He wouldn't give them back either, not even if you had noticed.

E is for... Experience (=Does he know what he's doing?)

Short answer is yes, Tim knows what he's doing and how to satisfy a woman. He probably had some one night stands here and there, hookups on holidays like halloween or new years eve and he did have a girlfriend or two when he was a bit younger, but none of that stuff was as serious as his relationship with you.

Obviously, he'd have to relearn some stuff with you, what you like and what you don't like, but that's no problem — Tim's favorite thing was to map out your whole body, find out what makes you whine and squirm and what turns you on. Best believe your boyfriend knows your body inside and out, quite literally so, and is pretty skilled in bed. He, admittedly, was a bit clumsy at first when he ate you out, but you had that straightened out quickly. When it comes to sex, Tim's like a dog on a leash and you're walking him.

F is for... Favorite position

This might be a bit boring, but probably missionary. With you, sex isn't always just fucking but rather love-making. It's the most comfortable position for both parties and it's the one where he can very clearly see your face in. Tim loves being able to see what kind of expressions you make when his dick hits that deep, spongy spot, making your pussy flutter around him. Watching how your face contorts in pleasure, how your mouth falls open helplessly and your eyes flutter shut is sometimes enough to make him cum, not gonna lie.

The little advanced alternative for missionary would be putting you in a mating press, though. Sometimes your boyfriend just can't help himself but press your knees to your breasts and fuck you into the mattress until you see stars. Usually happens after a long period of not seeing each other and Tim just desperately needs to be buried deep in your pussy again.

G is for... Goofy (=How serious is he in the moment?)

Tim's not all that serious (even though he's like fucking you into next week), most comments he make will have a lighthearted tone to them. He does take it serious as a moment of vulnerability, though, and will litter you with constant love confessions because "you make me feel so fucking good.." and "you were made for me, sweetheart". It never feels clammy, never like the mood can't be lighthearted or never like you can't make a little dirty joke or two.

H is for... Hair (=How well groomed is he? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Tim's a hairy man, but not an unhygenic one at all (which you can't say about some other creeps). He keeps himself trimmed down there, especially now that he has a girlfriend — There's definitely been times where he couldn't even bother with it, which is lowkey understandable.

Is also not the type of person to shave his chest or his armpits as a man.. if you find it icky, he will most definitely get rid of it, but he's honestly waaaaaay too lazy and too busy at the same time to keep up with his body hair. The only thing he does take care of his his facial hair, of course. Tim doesn't like he's face completely clean shaven because he thinks he looks like a boy like that, so he leaves it at a little stubble.

I is for... Intimacy (=How romantic is he during the moment?)

Like mentioned above, your boyfriend takes this shit very seriously. He doesn't want there to be any time where you guys had sex and you just feel used like a toy of some sort, like it was just mindless fucking and getting to blow off a little steam. Tim will praise you, tell you how good you make him feel, how much he loves you, sometimes how much he wants to put a baby into you.. which is a thing to talk about later. His kisses neved lack emotion, it's like he can't get enough of you anyway. His lips will travel travel all ovee your body while he whisperes sweet things against your skin, leaving a tingling feeling behind.

There are times, though, where Tim has to properly fuck you first until he can feel romantic again. That's what aftercare is for, am I right?

J is for... Jerking off (=Does he masturbate? How often? etc.)

Tim doesn't see it as necessary anymore to masturbate, since he has you. There are rarely any moments anymore where he feels like it — The only times he does jerk off, as mentioned above, are when you're apart for some time and he genuinely feels really lonely.

K is for... Kinks (=One or morr of his kinks)

He is definitely into choking, you can't tell me anything else. Another thing that his hands are good for is for wrapping one around your throat — He'd gently squeeze, just enough to cut off your airflow temporarily and not really hurt you, and just watch your eyes widen in panic from above. For some reason, it really turns you on. The amount of trust you're able to pour into him, trusting him not to overdo it or abuse it, and getting the reward of satisfying him is probably one of the hottest things you could do in the relationship.

Also loves hearing you choke on his cock whenever he fucks your face. Tim's hand would grab at your hair and bob your head up and down his length himself when it got too exhausting for you, bullying his tip repeatedly against the back of your throat — Seeing the corner your eyes fill with tears was his favorite thing.

L is for... Location (=Favorite places to have sex)

The most comfortable option for him is obviously your bedroom, preferably with the door locked and no one else home. Tim, for some reason, has an unreasonable fear of getting walked in so he'll always lock the door, even in a haste.

Although, Tim is also a fan of shower sex. The additional sensation of hot water flowing down both of your bodies and having your moans bounce off the glass enclosing you, echoing through the bathroom, were all perks that almost made him prefer the shower. I mean, it's perfect, isn't it? You're already naked, he can feel you up with the excuse of just helping you "reach your back" and showering together basically always means he gets to press you against the glass door and fuck you from behind. Cleaning up is also way faster, how efficient!

M is for... Motivation (=What turns him on?)

Summer is Tim's favorite season, not only because he won't freeze his ass off when he steps outside, but also because it meant he gets to see you in less clothes again. What really turns your boyfriend on is seeing you in provocative clothing, really short dresses or lowrise shorts. He'd never be the person to tell his girlfriend to cover up more, even in the summer — Why would he? You ass looks amazing in those shorts and your tits are literally made for that tube top you're wearing. At the end of the day, he's the one who gets to take those off you again, so he wouldn't get jealous because of that.

N is for... No (=Something he wouldn't do / A turn off)

Anything that involves hurting you is an immediate turn off for him. Stuff he wouldn't ever try are things like knifeplay or gunplay or hit you, even if you begged him to do so. Tim doesn't understand the appeal of it — He is a violent person, don't get me wrong, but his "occupation" and private life are things he strictly wants to keep seperate. When he comes home to you, he wants to unwind, relax a bit and live like a normal person for once.

O is for... Oral (=Preference is giving or receiving, skills, etc.)

Like already said, Tim is a serious munch — He's a pro at making you moan and writhe under his touch, nose repeatedly bumping against your while lapping up your juices. He loves it when you tug at his hair and he wants you to do it, harshly, whatever it is you need to make him either speed up or slow down. It seemed like having his face buried in your pussy was better than getting his dick wet. Likes, yes please sit on his face and use his tongue like a toy to get yourself off, yes please suffocate him between your thighs until he actually passes out, because if he had to die, Tim would definitely choose this scenario.

P is for... Pace (=Is he fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It honestly depends on the day, but it's usually a good mix of rough and sensual. There's no sense in fucking you so fast and rough until you almost pass out and can't feel anything anymore, where's the joy in that? Tim's also not the type of person to just use you to get himself off, no matter how fast he would like to go, there's more focus on your pleasure in general.

Sometimes, every once in a while, missions will stress the proxy out so much that sex starts to feel like hatefucking. Like your pussy personally did something to him for him to fuck into you like he does. His cock drills in and out of you in such a haste you'd think the world around him was burning, rough hands would grip at your soft flesh until marks of his nails digging into it appeared. It left you sore for days, but don't worry, he takes very good care of you in that time.

Q is for... Quickie (=His opinion on them, etc.)

Not a very big fan of quickies, even if he's horny as fuck and is only thinking with his dick. In situations like this, Tim wants to properly take his time with you and enjoy your company, not drag you to the nearest private area and cum in a millisecond. In his opinion, quickies make sex so meaningless and nothing special — It'll start feeling like a routine and where's the fun in that?

The real fun lies in sloppily making out with you, teasingly dragging his hands over your body, prepping you with his fingers first and so on and so forth. But, he generally has nothing against the idea, the opposite actually: If you want a quickie, you get a quickie. Tim understands where the excitment might comes from, like the potential of getting walked in on (even though he hates that thought) or the fast and rough pace of it.

R is for... Risk (=Is he up for experiments? Does he like taking risks?)

This is kind of the thing with Tim.. he risks his life during missions almost every day, doesn't he? He gets into seriously dangerous situations all the time, doesn't he? So why can't he bring himself to step outside of his comfort zone in the bedroom?

I think he's the type of guy who will say he's "up for anything" only to then be like "ehh, I don't know..." when you suggest something. But if you really want to try something, also something that could potentially be harmful, he'll at least... try? Don't expect him to like it, though.

S is for... Stamina (=How long does he last?)

Tim's old, but still young enough to go at least three rounds, excluding stuff like making you cum on his fingers and tongue first. I mean, cut this man some slack, he doesn't really have the easiest life so forgive him if he just can't bring himself to do it.

Tim isn't really one of the people who even likes to have sex every day, seven days a week, 365 days per year. His sex drive isn't high enough for that and maybe that's also healthy — Kind of like quickies, if sex happens to often he seems to normalize it and even kind of expect it, which he would never do of you. Most of the time he's satisfied with like two rounds every other day or so.

T is for... Toys (=Does he use them? What kind of toys does he own? etc.)

Nope, Tim doesn't own any sex toys and wouldn't be down to use them either. He doesn't get the appeal of using a vibrator, for example, when he is literally right there. He thinks those couples that do that remote control vibrator stuff, especially in public, are mad weird, so that would be a no from him also. He absolutely doesn't mind it, though, if you have a toy for yourself — Actually, he thinks it would be kinda hot if he'd watch you get yourself off or something.

U is for... Unfair (=How much he likes to tease)

Honestly not that unfair simply because Tim himself can't wait either. Even if he is, it's mostly done unconsciously by breathing a quiet "be patient" into your ear while his lips trail over your body — He just wants to savour the moment of your skin against his, all warm and soft and inviting. He doesn't do it to intentionally keep you on the edge or punish you for bratty behavior by denying you straight dick, but he does it because he loves you and wants to drink uo every second he gets with you.

V is for... Volume (=How loud he is, what sounds he makes, etc.)

You're usually the loud one and Tim takes pride in making you moan so loud, the whole neighborhood could probably hear it. Your boyfriend doesn't moan which you found out, much to your disappointment, pretty early on in your relationship. It's almost like he can't physically make any other sound than low groans, heavy breathing and mumbling of things such as "Fuck, this pussy was made for me, baby" or "I need you to go faster" or just a simple "I love you".

He does occasionally whine out whenever he gets overstimulated a bit too much. It sounds almost pathetic, just how you like it — Tim will literally deny it ever happening, though.

W is for... Wild Card (=Random headcanon)

This man shares a very special bond with his partner Brian, so it was only natural for him to be curious what it might be like to share you with his best friend...

Tim never thought he'd ever like the idea of a threesome, even though he doesn't get jealous that fast, and he literally wouldn't fuck another girl when being with you and he liked the idea of you naked being a thing for his eyes only, but Brian was a different thing. He wasn't just some random dude, but someone he deeply trauma bonded with so now they're basically sfuck together for the rest of their lives.

It's too embarrassing for him to ask either one of you about doing something about this little fantasy, Tim especially gets hot flashes when he thinks about asking you. So this idea just stays in his mind, locked away forever, got it?

X is for... X-Ray (=Let's see what's going on under those clothes)

We all know this guy's packing. Like ~17cm / 7 inches, average girth with some prominent veins gracing it's underside.

Y is for... Yearning (=How high is his sex drive?)

Like stated above, his sex drive isn't as high as you might think. I'd say it's average, maybe a teeny tiny bit higher than the average. Maybe if he had the time and no stress he'd be begging at your feet to get with him that evening, but you know how life is. Still, there are a few periods where it seems like he wants to impregnate you with how many times you guys have sex.

Z is for... Zzz (=How fast does he fall asleep afterwards?)

Tim doesn't usually feel very tired afterward. He's still taking his time to clean you (and himself) up, maybe help you change the bedsheets or even finish his whole evening routine of brushing his teeth, etc. Aftercare is something that's important and fundamental after sex, he wouldn't just skip that step because he felt tired.

He generally puts your needs above his and if you're feeling tired and like you want to go to sleep, then he'll help you feel comfortable in the fluffy sheets of your shared bed and hold you tightly until you relax against his body when falling asleep.

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The creeps & "Just the tip" (Part 2)

Personal word vomit: idk why this one took me so long😞💔 sowwy guys ALSO THANK YOU FOR 777 followers (I kinda skipped over 666, but knock on wood!) this is so cool😛 Read Part 1 HERE

Featuring: Jeff The Killer / Jeffrey Woods, Eyeless Jack, X-Virus / Cody

CW: nsfw, fem!reader, p in v sex, established relationships, implied unprotected sex, different positions described, fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play, dirty talk, teasing/edging, not proof read, written by a non-naitive english speaker

༘⋆ Jeff

✦ "WHAT DO YOU MEAN JUST THE TIP?"

✦ Genuinely thinks you've lost your mind. Jeff has the sex drive of a horny teenager who has just discovered the glorious feeling of jacking off — Best believe he can't go two days without fucking you or at least masturbating to the thought of you in like ten different positions. Obviously, he still wouldn't overstep any boundaries and if you say "just the tip" then it also meant "just the tip". It'll be hard for him to stop himself from sinking into your pussy even deeper once he even touches you, but okay, challenge accepted.

✦ Jeff quickly changed his mind, though — If he can't properly fuck you, he'll eat you out then. He'll have you on your back and looking all pretty on his bed, lips all red and slightly swollen from making out for the past hour-or-so, while he undresses you: "Shh, don't worry, babe, let me do it," Jeff said, which was a little out of character. Usually, he'd be the lazy one, the one who'd just lie down and let you do all the work (He did love watching you ride his cock, though). His lips wrapped around your, already sensitive, nipple, flicking his tongue over it until you mewled under him. Honestly, you were enjoying the sudden princess treatment.

✦ And when he said he'll eat you out, you can be damn sure he'll do it properly. Jeff can be a munch if he wants to be, which might not be often, but when he goes down on you he'll give you the best orgasm on earth. You can't quite put your finger on what it is exactly.. Maybe it's the way his thumb rubs slow, delicious circles on your clit, putting on just the right pressure that has you purring, or the way he never fails to find your g-spot ever single time when he curls his fingers, plunging in and out of your pussy in a brutal pace. Your favorite thing is when Jeff starts making out with your wet folds, moaning and groaning and sweet talking your pussy, because she obviously also deserved princess treatment.

✦ In the end "Just the tip" wasn't even that bad. Not bad at all, even. "Enjoyed yourself?" Your boyfriend asked after kissing up your bare body once he made you cum on his face for the third time that evening. You made eye contact with his sea blue eyes, pupils blown out from the pleasure like he was pussy drunk. "Yeah... I think you've earned it now."

༘⋆ EJ

✦ Jack thought you're joking. He doesn't really get it when you're being sarcastic sometimes, so he figured this was one of those times — But no, he quickly realized you were being serious when you repeated it. "Why?" he asked you straight up, confusion etched onto his features.. since when did you want something like that? Just yesterday you were moaning and screaming for his dick, begging him to go harder, faster, harder, faster— what happened in those 24 hours?

✦ You can be sure, though, that EJ is one of the few creeps where this'll work. He has crazy self-control over his needs and wants and if his sweet girlfriend wants "just the tip" then so be it. He does think you'll probably crack in under ten seconds anyway — Not that he wants you to (He definitely wants you to), it just seems like you want to tease him and are now too deep into the joke to pull out. Haha pull out, get it?

✦ Actually, you thought just the tip of his cock was enough to get that mind-shattering, stretched out feeling you loved so much. More often than not, especially in the beginning when you guys started to sleep together, did it hurt whenever you tried to sink your pussy down on him (You immediately needed to jump his bones when seeing him shirtless for the first time... come on, who doesn't want to ride the shit out of Eyeless Jack?). Times were certainly crazy whenever EJ was so much in heat, so caught up in the moment, that he'd just start carelessly thrusting into you erratically, his tip kissing your cervix over and over and over again.. You couldn't walk for days.

✦ "Just the tip" works really well with EJ, and he didn't realize he would like it so much. He'd slot himself between your thighs, kiss you senseless all the while he'd slip his cock in and out of your pussy, occasionally bumping against your clit. It send shots of pleasure directly to your brain, making you moan and cry out for him even louder than normal. "Jack stop teasing, pleaaaaase ohmygod just fuck me already!" Ah well, he called it.

༘⋆ Cody

✦ "Uhhhh, okay!"

✦ Will probably not even overthink it. You said it immediately after watching a movie turned into Cody slipping his hand under your shirt and a heavy make-out session, just to see how he'd react. Truth is, Cody doesn't have a problem with anything like that — Maybe you're just not feeling it? He's on the softer side and is definitely more considerate than a lot of other creeps, so it was obvious that he'd just agree.

✦ Now you needed to see how long you could take this. Suprisingly, Cody took this like really seriously — You were quite touched by how careful he was being with you, like you could break if he made one wrong move. You truly are his pillow princess, all sprawled out on his bed and you deserved only the best: Long, slender fingers dragged themselves over your bare stomach, down to your, already slick, folds. Your eyes closely followed your boyfriends moves, your breathing quickening whenever his fingers ghosted right over your clit.. the more Cody teased, the more you thought this was a stupid idea.

✦ Alright shit, it seemed like he was onto you now. "Just the tip"? Haha yeah suuuuure, as if you could actually handle that. Cody leaned his forehead against your temple, eyeing your face curiously. His lips found your jaw, kissing along your hot skin while he removed his jeans: "Help me, sweetheart?" He asked in that teasing tone he always had. He absolutely knew you couldn't resist him like that.

✦ All in all, "Just the tip" could definitely work from his side... the question is if you can. Cody definitely has enough restraint, and enough respect for you, which is a huuuuge green flag. He does enjoy pounding you into the mattress though, so don't try to joke with him like that — He will drag foreplay out until you can't do it anymore, leaving you frustrated and basically aching for more.

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Brian handles fights with you very well...

...even when you throw him out of your apartment, which actually is a little suspicious.

Brian, the sams guy who'd get on his knees and beg for you to stay, who'd cry ugly tears and probably go through hell and back for you was suddenly also the guy who seemed so indifferent about you throwing him out?

The two of you didn't live together yet (Although he mostly spent his time at your place), so slamming the door of your bedroom shut after yelling at him to get the fuck out was easy to do. You didn't even remember what the fight was about anymore at this point, but you could pick a whole new one just based off his reaction.

Oh, Brian will leave alright. When you came out of your room the air was still thick with anger. Something that made you even more angry was when you discovered how all the jars in your house containing anything you could use for dinner were tightened shut so ridiculously hard, you thought you were about to lose your arms or something.

The tap started dripping in the middle of the night, too. Actually, it may have been doing that before and you just didn't notice until now — You needed some rest and all you could hear was plap, plap, plap... What the hell?

You tried fixing it on your own once before and basically flodded the whole apartment, so now you had to pay a stupidly high price for someone to come and take a look at it. Or.. well, usually Brian was the one who fixed those things around your house but no, you couldn't call him now! You're supposed to be mad at him!

The next morning you woke up and expected some sort of apology text by your boyfriend: When you checked your phone though, there was nothing. Was he seriously expecting you to call him first?

Yeah you're right. Your boyfriend was in his run-down room, toying with a random keychain you had gifted him a few months prior, with his phone on his stomach and all the time in the world. You'll call him first. In fact, he's sure you will.

You week was ruined when you discovered someoje has slashed two of the tires of your car. Oh my god, that's so expensive to replace! Hastily, you typed in your boyfriends number — Not to say sorry (yet), not because you missed him or something... no, you just needed him for this tiny, simple favor:

"Yeah don't worry about that, I'll fix it in no time, baby." His voice rasped out from the other side, the huge grin noticable through his tone.

Brian has his own way of "handling" fights with you and it'll always make you come back to him.