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:
[cw: f!reader, mentions of smoking, fluff, smut, piv, fingering, breeding kink, tim calls reader 'bunny', sweet home alabama big daddy!tim]
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𖦤ᯤ tear you apart - she wants revenge
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"You'll call me?"
"Gimme a kiss, darling."
"I'm here if you need anything."
If there's anyone who can handle trouble, it's Tim. Growing up institutionalized gives you tough skin, go figure. His idle state is slouching against a wall, big arms folded over his chest, brows knotted low on his forehead and casting a shadow over his dark, watchful eyes. An unlit cigarette tucked between his lips in anticipation of his next fix.
He's frequently running his hands through his raven black hair (perhaps a nervous fidget), adjusting the strands so they fall neatly to one side. What he doesn't touch often are the sideburns, he thinks they look best grown out naturally with minimal trimming.
When Tim's not behind the mask and taupe bomber jacket, he wears a lot of flannels layered over a wife beater and his worn out Levi's. His leather belt with the clanky buckle and mud-coated boots look ready to be replaced.
"One way to do it, I guess"
"I might not be an expert but-"
"Have we thought about this?"
Tim likes to think he's a straightforward man, but his faith in others is easily shaken and he's quick to voice his doubts and concerns. You'll catch him with his chin to his chest, pitching the bridge of his nose in anguish at the haphazard crew of unstable outcasts.
"Christ, you guys are stupid."
Smoke breaks are frequent and Tim makes an effort to be a gentleman about it, especially around Sally, even though she's technically much older than him. He usually disappears without a word, only stopping his tracks to extend an invitation to you.
"Taking a step out, you coming?"
You hardly refuse, you love to watch his somber expression as he pulls the smoke into his lungs and blows it out through the corner of his lips. His eyebrows permanently fixed in a furrowed position, except when you fill the silence with your brain vomit.
His brows curve inward, a smile tugging at his cheek. You puzzle him sometimes, with your trivial fanatics and theoretical contemplations.
"You're strange, you know that?"
"That's why you're with me, I guess."
That one time you brought a tiny, yipping animal home to make your pet, he rolled his eyes and reached for his cigarette pack. At first, watched you tend and play with it through the thin slits of his eyelids. Tim couldn't help but grow a soft spot for the furball, he kind of saw it as an extension or reflection of you.
"Great, more responsibility that I didn't ask for."
"...Can I pick it up?"
Tim would never admit that he's a bit a of a people pleaser, but more than that, the act of service might just be his life's purpose. He's not only very physically capable, but attentive and obeys your whim even if reluctantly. Your happiness fills the gaping void in his stomach and for a moment, he'll unclench his jaw to see the satisfaction in your smile.
"You know how much I love you, darling."
"Just say the words."
"I'm still the boss around here."
The brawny man maintains his figure with a hearty, game based diet and lots of strength training. During his push up set, Tim tells you to sit on his back for "additional resistance". He just loves to hear your giggles as your body shifts up and down with him as he pushes off the ground. He's frequently giving you piggy back rides or throwing you over his shoulder.
You made a habit of leaning against a beam on the porch to watch the boys chop firewood. Tim brings the axe down onto the plank and you swoon at the way his muscles contract and expand, his breathy grunts and the glistening beads of sweat that fly off when he flips his hair.
"Liking what you see, darling?"
Occupational circumstances make date night complicated. Nevertheless, Tim tries to make them feel as normal as humanly possible. He makes sure you both clean up nice and share a meal, even if it's just a fast food and drive-in movie.
"Get dolled up for me."
"Our usual routine."
Tim is a sucker for the softness of you. Your sweet face, your plush skin, the soft brush of your hair, the tenderness of your kiss. It disarms him, weakens the walls he puts up around him. It also strikes a pang of fear in him, knowing his tendencies and the violent spiral of a life he's gotten himself into.
"Being with you makes me feel normal."
"I'm not an easy man to keep."
"So sweet on me, aren't you?"
His kiss is needy but magnetic, he takes little breaths between each moment of contact with your lips, trying to draw it out and cherish the moment longer. His big hands settle on the sides of your hips, leaving a warm sting on your skin as he's pulling you closer to his burly body.
"Let me love you, gorgeous."
"Christ, you're perfect."
God, his fingers. His hands are thick, powerfully built, and he's absolutely addicted to how soft, wet, and warm your pussy feels as he curling his fingers inside you. A cocky grin on his face as he pushes in and out of your gummy walls, making a sticky mess between your thighs and his hand.
"Tell me what you want me to do."
"I'm all yours, darling."
You hiccup, giving him appreciative nods when he uses his palm to rub your clit. He gives you sighing pecks on your face and neck as you clench and writhe in his arms.
Tim loves fucking you in every position possible, but he won't deny he loves the view when you're riding him reverse cowgirl. The bounce of your ass slapping against his stomach has him nearly drooling, his fingertips gripping your waist to grind you harder on his throbbing cock.
"Such a good bunny."
"Show me what you learned, baby."
"Use your words."
You undo him in every way, Tim loves seeing how delicate and meek you get when you're feeling good. He gives you deep, determined thrusts that have your body rippling from the impact, just so he can listen to you mewl and watch you shudder.
The bulging head of his cock swipes over your sweet spots over and over, leaving both of you a breathless, blissful trance. That's when his instincts take over his body and Tim's not even in control of how relentlessly he fucks you anymore.
"Just like that."
"Fuck yes."
"God, I love fucking you."
Tim has to finish inside you. It gets him off so hard to think about your womb full of his seed and him being your baby daddy. Can Tim realistically father a child? Fuck no. Does the thrill of danger make him lose all rationale and drive him over the edge? Well...
Then, Tim lets out a long, throaty grunt, cock pulsating inside you as he empties his hot, sticky load inside your beaten, aching pussy.
"I'm so close, gonna drain my cock inside you."
"You ready to take it?"
"Gonna give you little bunnies of your own."
While your body is still sprawled over the sheets, naked, sore, and heaving, he takes a few recharging breaths before getting back on his feet.
He'll get dressed swiftly, leaving the team to return with a glass of water, a towel, and a set of clean pajamas. Tim's hand finds the underside of your chin as you stack yourself back up slowly, pulling your face up to give you a covetous kiss.
"Tell me you love me, that's right."
🜏[regards... dedicated to my proxy twin and tim's lover @purrsonline, check out their blog or else. im no stickler about mischaracterization but i loveee canon tim so i tried to be faithful to mh tim with my creative takes.]
🜏[ruin's masterlist]
🜏[if i cannot inspire love, i will cause fear
- mary shelley]
Pairing : Jeff the Killer x Reader, Ticci Toby x Reader, Ben Drowned x Reader, Tim Wright x Reader x Brian Thomas, Eyeless Jack x Reader, Homicidal Liu x Reader, HABIT x Reader, Nina the Killer x Reader, Clockwork x Reader
Synopsis : Even the most deprived killers wouldn't break your trust like that ; accusing the creeps of cheating.
im thinking so hard about southern/midwest evan myers. its just the way he dresses BUT I MEAN.......i know he's from new jersey but that wont stop me from picturing me on his lap as he forces me to shoot a rabbit, sitting on the porch of his grandpa's old cabin in the middle of buttfuck nowhere listening to his divorced dad rock music on a blown out radio
LIKE HE'S PUTTING SPELLS ON ME HOLY SHIT. STOP BRO STOP
Cw/tags: SFW, but a bit suggestive on Toby's towards the end.. methinks.., ticci toby, eyeless jack, and HABIT are the mentions!!, yaba daba doo
Toby x painter! Reader
Eyeless jack x sculptor! Reader
HABIT x crafty! Reader
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TOBY
You always loved painting, it was an escape for you, something that eased your mind. So, it was only natural for you to want to paint your boyfriend, Tobias rogers.
You spent most of your time painting him. getting his anatomy just right, capturing his toothy grin with the scarred gash on his cheek, He was fucking perfect in your eyes.
"Just a little longer, hun" you hummed, swiping the last few brush strokes on the canvas.
"A-alright, no r-rush or anything." Toby said softly. He loved your paintings, and he never wanted you to feel rushed when doing them, he'd sit for days if thats what he needed to do.
"Alright! Done, let me know what you think." You smiled warmly, showing him the finished canvas.
Toby's jaw dropped, per usual. There was no way you weren't a literal fucking angel, you had to be. A sweet sweet angel that was going to have him on his knees by the end of the night. He wouldnt have it any other way.
Eyeless jack
You and Jack have been together for quite some time. While most of the other's went out of their way to avoid him, you were the complete opposite, seeking him out whenever you could. Jack found it annoying at first, but with time, your presence started to grow on him.
Now you two were basically inseparable, and he'd find himself being the one seeking you out instead.
You had a hobby in sculpting, always Making interesting sculptures of whatever you found interesting at the time. Now, when it came to thinking of what to gift jack, you had the perfect idea.
Sitting in your workshop, you got to work on making a piece that you thought he'd really like and appreciate, a realistic human heart. So for a long while you took your time sculpting out the organ, letting it dry, firing it, then glazing and firing it a second time. After all of the steps were complete, it was finally done!
You knocked on the door to Jack's study, gently pushing it open. "Hey jack, I have something for youu" you smiled big, clearly excited about whatever you had to show him.
Jack's eyes drifted downwards, noticing the way you were carrying something behind your back. "Hello, dear... What might that be?"
Jack's was always hard to read, but you had found that very subtle things gave him away. His ears were twitching slightly, picking up on any sounds you might make, his tail also swished behind him, showing his honest attentiveness.
You smiled even wider, just a little proud of the fact that you had come this far with him. "I made this for you." You held out the sculpted heart infront of him, waiting in silence for his reaction.
He remained silent for a good few seconds, but his face and body language was giving him away, hard. You noticed the pretty blue blush on his cheeks, and the even more rapid swishing of his tail. He would genuinley give you the fucking moon if he could, his heart was absolutely soaring.
Jack cleared his throat, snapping out of his loving daze for a moment " thankyou my love, its so beautiful." He said softly, his voice just below a whisper. Thats how you knew you got him good.
HABIT
Habit had been out of the house more recently, leaving you to your own devices. This wasnt anything out of the ordinary for habit, and it was something you'd gotten used to pretty fast.
You assumed he was either out torturing some poor soul, or doing whatever else habit did when he was away... not that you'd wanna find out.
You were just fine and content sitting there on the couch, doing whatever you could while you had some time to yourself. you sat with a small bowl of some beads infront of you.
In your boredome, one thing you happened to like doing was making crafts, usually little bracelets, or decor for your room. Something to make you feel just a little bit more normal.
An odd thing about habit was while yes, he was a complete jerk, he also seemed to accommodate you in ways you never expected. It was clear that he took note of your liking for crafting. Habit would come home with random little trinkets and beads he had found or picked up. He would either give them to you himself, or he would put them in the container you kept all your crafting supplies in. Either way, he would shrug if off and tell you not to read too much into it.
Too bad you were a pro at reading into things.
So when you really thought about it, you were grateful that he had been giving you these little nick nacks. He had to care somewhat if he was doing all this, your collection of trinkets had doubled in size ever since he had noticed you had a thing for them.
You wanted to show that gratitude, by making something small, but no less meaningful. Looking into the bowl of beads you had picked out, there were some purple and black ones, along with a rabbit and wolf charm.
Habit had gotten home a few hours later. He had that familiar blood iron scent on his skin that never seemed to fully go away, even when he was perfectly clean.
He noticed you, still sitting on the couch, with something in your hand. "Mmm, its late bun." He hummed, seemingly in a good mood, but you never knew with him.
"I made this.. with some of the stuff you gave me." You murmured softly, holding out the bracelet in your hands.
He stared at your outstretched hand for a moment before scoffing. "You're giving me a bracelet? Really, rabbit??" He crossed his arms, grinning. "You must have serious fuckin brain damage if you think im wearing this."
His words sounded harsh, but they didnt meet his eyes. You heard him huff before he snatched the bracelet out of your hands, striding off into his room.
The next day you scoffed as you saw the bracelet on his wrist. Bringing it up was futile though, because apparently in his words, he never told you he wouldnt wear it.
warnings : habit, fem reader, breathing restriction ig, squirt, creampie, spit play
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HABIT held onto both sides of your upperarm, using it to keep his cock inside of your cunt.
He moved his left arm from yours, bringing his forearm to wrap around your neck, moving his right arm to put his fingers in your mouth. Trying to keep your mouth open so he can hear the sound of your sweet moans.
Pressing his forearm onto your throat, bringing your head back, the top of your head on his chest.
"You like this baby?" HABIT asked sarcastically, watching as your saliva that covered his fingers drip down onto the bed. Laughing at your inability to answer the question.
You moan as the loss of his fingers in your mouth as he takes out, bring his hand down to rub your clit. Whimpering at the stimulation of his cock and his fingers.
HABIT slaps your clit a couple times, then bringing his free hand to your mouth. Telling you to spit in his hand, rubbing your saliva all over your face, ruining your makeup.
He looks down at his cock disappearing into your pussy, seeing the white ring you're leaving on his cock.
Cumming inside your pussy just at the sight of it. Bringing his free hand down to your clit, rubbing it as he steadily fucks his seed in you.
Squirting on his cock at the feeling. HABIT laughs, "Wanna do that again?"
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There's so much spit play in my fics recently but i can't help it i love it sm💔
I think another cool scenario to think or write about would be semi-human Habit with a bunny semi-human reader, where we would have bunny ears n a tail?? Like omg he'd be 100% more annoying loll xd just with the fact that now he has more to grab and poke at
── .✦ 🦴 | A/N: I got a little carried away, I threw this together in a few hours because I got so inspired lol. It started incessantly rattling in my head shddjsksi. I wanna write a fic about this but I really need to finish up some older requests, I feel bad for taking so long on them. TwT
── .✦ 🦴 | Tags/Warnings: HABIT x Reader, Mentions of Threats, & NSFW headcanons.
[|✧ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ✧|]
── .✦ 🐇 | Think Habit is annoying now? Get ready for him to be 100 times worse and absolutely insufferable.
── .✦ 🐇 | He will dig you out from under blankets, pillows, and out of whatever nest you’ve built for yourself whenever he wants to talk to you. You will have zero alone time. He says bunnies are supposed to be social creatures anyway.
── .✦ 🐇 | Oddly obsessed with your pawed feet, if you bounce them up and down or have your feet in the air, he’ll grab them and squish at your paw pads. On the same note, he does things deliberately to make you mad, just to see you thump your feet against the ground in agitation.
── .✦ 🐇 | He boops your nose when you’re frustrated, outright laughs at you whenever your nose twitches in agitation, finds it even funnier when it pisses you off more.
── .✦ 🐇 | He knows you can’t stomach meat, but he won’t stop cooking it either. Every so often, he’ll try to feed it to you, even when you whine at him and scrunch your nose. He’ll eat rabbit meat around you with no shame at all.
── .✦ 🐇 | His hunting instincts were bad already, but they are definitely worse when you resemble something so edible to him. He threatens to eat you alive every other day, and you can never quite tell when he’s joking or not.
── .✦ 🐇 | He gets a certain type of cuteness aggression where he nips at you and squeezes the crap out of you and may or may not take a chunk out of you. It’s a weird mix of hunting instinct and his particular liking for you.
── .✦ 🐇 | He finds you even easier to read than most people, with your ears and animalistic behaviors, he finds himself being able to predict your actions and moods easily.
── .✦ 🐇 | Habit’s nest becomes your nest whenever he decides to trust you enough to give you free roam of his bedroom. He thinks it’s cute when you bunch up his blankets, pillows, and clothes, or when you try to make his mess of a curtained bed neater. He takes it surprisingly seriously if the nest stresses you out; he tidies it. If you like a messy nest, he brings back more random shit to add to it.
── .✦ 🐇 | If you’re a nervous bunny, it’s about 50/50 whether or not he helps it or makes it worse on any given basis. On one hand, he’ll chase you, grab you, use your paws and ears as a stress toy, and stress you tf out. On the other hand, he’ll make you feel mostly protected and safe from other people, just not from him.
── .✦ 🐇 | If you’re the type of nervous bunny to hide from him, he won’t take it well at all. He’ll drag you out from whatever hiding spot you’re in, even out of your nest if he has to. He might even treat it like a game to find you. He thinks you’re better off just hiding in his arms if you’re that nervous or scared.
── .✦ 🐇 | Takes advantage of being able to grab you and squeeze you tightly enough to get you to freeze out of instinct. It gives a little bit of peace of mind that he can catch you, and you’ll barely fight back.
── .✦ 🐇 | He listens to your heartbeat a lot, he knows your instincts are always screaming at you to run from him, and it reflects in the way your heart stutters when he holds you tight and how your pawed feet twitch like you're ready to bolt.
── .✦ 🐇 | The size difference is a bit jarring; you’re either about half his height or at least a foot or two shorter than him (for once in the life of his semi-human form). He doesn’t mind the size difference, but having to put step stools around and things to accommodate your size either annoys him or amuses him.
── .✦ 🐇 | If you have any small patches of fur on your body, he can’t help but pet them absentmindedly when he’s holding you. Or if you have fur on the back of your neck, for example, he’ll grab at it to get your attention instead of grabbing at your ears or tail.
── .✦ 🐇 | He goes hunting a lot more often now. If you ask him about it, he just gives you a vague response about being ‘pent up’. But it doesn’t escape your notice that he targets more and more bunny hybrids now.
── .✦ 🐇 | Doesn’t mind you chinning him or nudging and nuzzling him to spread your scent on him and his clothes. He doesn’t mind your scent and finds an odd amount of comfort in it.
── .✦ 🐇 | Will let you nibble at his fingers or arms, but get ready for him to nip at your ears and paws in return.
── .✦ 🐇 | He can’t keep his hands off your ears. If your ears are sensitive, he takes the time to rub them, nip at them, and squeeze them, just to see you needy and flushed red for him.
── .✦ 🐇 | He pokes fun at the way you nibble at your food or act peckish. But he’ll indulge your need for snack stashes in odd places; he makes sure you have an assortment of snacks in your nest. The fewer reasons you have to leave it, the better for him.
── .✦ 🐇 | He acts annoyed, but he’ll let you groom him if you absolutely want to. The extent of it would probably be letting you brush out his hair and file down his claws a bit, though, not much else.
── .✦ 🐇 | Threatens to put you in a bunny cage or a kennel in his bedroom if he’s annoyed. He hasn’t done it yet, but you wouldn’t put it past him to try it.
── .✦ 🐇 | If you ever flop over around him, he’ll pet your sides and belly. He sort of equates it to the same reason that a dog might roll over and treats it the same way, as a sign of submission and a desire for affection.
[|✧ 𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ✧|]
── .✦ 🐇 | Grabs your bunny ears when you give him head and uses them as handlebars to thrust deeper down your throat. Alternatively, he’ll grab them in one hand and tug on them when he’s fucking you from behind to get you to arch your back for him.
── .✦ 🐇 | Thinks it’s funny when you start to circle him a bunch, do it too much, and he’ll pick you up and bend you over or pin you to the nearest surface available. Or he’ll simply pick you up and spin you around in his arms until you’re dizzy, then toss you and pin you against a couch or mattress.
── .✦ 🐇 | Bite him out of instinct and he’ll take it as invitation to bite back ten times as hard to even the playing field.
── .✦ 🐇 | Definitely takes advantage of your high libido. But that doesn’t stop him from slightly shaming you and teasing you for it. If you get needy, he’ll edge you until you’re a sobbing mess.
── .✦ 🐇 | Speaking of the size difference again, it’s downright pornographic, even if you aren’t the smallest bunny hybrid ever, the size difference is still significant. If the stretch was bad before, it’s downright painful now, and now he’s pretty much forced to go slower with you and give you time to adjust; he doesn’t want to break you or tear you up too badly before he can have his fun again.
── .✦ 🐇 | If he’s fucking you from behind, he might pinch at your tail or toy with it between his fingers. He likes to watch how your tail twitches or flicks rapidly in response to him pumping his cock in and out of you.
── .✦ 🐇 | He enjoys being with someone who can finally match his stamina. You can’t fully keep up, but you can keep up better than the average human. He can take you for a few more rounds and maybe even get a little worn out himself, or get to a point that he gets bored enough to quit and move on to something else.
── .✦ 🐇 | Any sort of squirming or wriggling from you turns him on, it sets off yet another hunting instinct in him, and makes him keen on pinning you down underneath him or caging you in with his spider pincers or claws.
── .✦ thank you for reading! all comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated. ✦ .ᐟ
