i think tim, brian, toby and habit enjoy fucking their girl in public. i really do. they get off on the high risk of getting seen by people.
BUT!
tim definitely puts a hand on your mouth to keep you quiet. i can see him fucking you against a wall, facing him, with your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.
and he knows you get so fucking loud sometimes. and despite loving this, he can’t have people hearing you. :(
so he puts his big hand on your mouth. it’s so big and warm and rough and it makes your eyes roll back as he goes harder.
brian, on the other hand, loves fucking you in public bathrooms. with his chest against your back, and you’re both facing the mirror.
he just loves watching your expressions as your eyes progressively get glassier.
differently than tim, he shoves two fingers in your mouth, telling you to suck and be real good and quiet for him. he promises he’ll reward you when you two get home, but to let him have this for now.
habit, on the contrary, wants you to be loud. he wants you to moan, and sob and cry as loud as possible. he wants people nearby to hear you sob and he wants them to look at the alley he’s fucking you, pondering if something bad is happening to you.
it gets him off so much he can’t even explain it.
if you try to be quiet, because somehow you still have decorum, he’ll grip your jaw and force your mouth to open. or maybe he’ll tap your nose shut so you have no choice but to moan and pant like a dog.
toby is so fucking nasty. he’ll start confident, and he’ll fuck you hard and fast and mock you for being so loud in public.
he’ll even laugh.
until your hole just starts feeling too good. it’s wet and warm and it throbs around his cock, sucking him deeper. he’ll try to be strong and he’ll kiss you to keep you quiet, although it’s a desperate attempt to keep himself quiet.
he just can’t.
so you two end up moaning into each other mouth, loud as hell.
[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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"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.]
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WARNINGS; MDNI; out with you; smut; smut with no plot;
A/N; lowkey c blocked Brian and you guys </3
Brian | Jeff | Nina | Habit | Toby | Tim
Brian
He promised to be home early. You were missing him a lot lately, and you've expressed this so he swore to be home on time. So you waited patiently, cleaning to pass the time, throwing something quick in the oven, and showering before the agreed upon time.
8pm hit, then 8:30, 9:15, 10:43, and finally 1 am, when he trudged in the door. You didn't know he came home until his side of the bed dipped next to you breaking you from the nap you desperately tried to stave off. You feel him tense next to you when you reach out for him with a confused sleepy tone, your hand meeting his rumpled work shirt, the one he left you in, meaning he had no time or energy to change.
He knows he's been caught so he turns over taking you into his arms, letting your head rest against his chest as he apologies for letting you down in that sleepy tone he gets after a hard day.
And in your haze of sleep, to tired to hear him anymore, knowing he'll make up for it tomorrow, you tilt your head up to sink your teeth into his neck putting the lightest of pressure which makes whatever he was saying die in his throat with a gulp, letting you feel his adams apple bob.
When you release him you bury your head back into his chest like it didn't happen. And he's laying there wondering what just happened and why it felt so good?
Jeff
He was being a bitch again and had the nerve to call you one instead for interrupting his smoke. You’ve been so tired because of your period and he’s been busy so maybe yeah you were both pent up but right now you want to back hand him into next weekend or drown him in a well needed bath.
But to your surprise he’s skulked off into the bathroom on his own leaving you to straighten up the bedroom humming to his cds.
Jeff had his own problem. He’s been missing you all week and he knows you’re tired and he’s pissed that nothing ever works unless it’s you. And damn it does he try to get off in the shower but instead it leaves him more pent up so he walks out of the bathroom with damp hair and new sweats that barely conceal his hard on that’s twitching at everything you do. Which makes him feel more like a dog.
So when another argument breaks out, he’s got you pressed against the counter when you go to push him away with your hands on his lower stomach feeling his piercing when your thigh brushes up against him. Before you know it he’s basically doubling over and pressing himself into you cursing in your ear, “Fuck, don’t do that babes.”
Your hand on his lower stomach tightens as you drag your hand downward, he’s twitching and shaking before even properly touching him. Jeff’s worried he might bust right here right now, and goes to tell you off to save his own pride.
But you shut him up real quick bringing your mouth to his neck with a kiss, the calm before the storm and bite down on him with the last bit of anger.
Jeff’s not sure if he’s in heaven or hell, but he’s choking out a moan as he finishes right then and there gripping onto the counter, your shirt, your hand to try and pull you away, it’s just too much. And yet you’re too hungry to stop.
Nina
Nina had gotten a new lipstick and she’d been kissing you all over wanting nothing more than to test all of her new colors. And she's been teasing you too, one hand rubbing you through damp panties while placing tender kisses.
It was driving you insane and as you whine out for more, she'll think it over with mock annoyance, before flipping you both over. Leaving you on top forced to ride her thigh while her hand cradles your head as you kiss along her torso. So pretty, and lightly toned from doing dance dance and running through woods after prey.
You don't know why you did it, but your teeth end up sinking into her side, near her ribs just resting there feeling her buck up into you. Her multi colored lipsticks smearing on her skin, some in tri colored lips stains, others of hers stamped back onto her skin, a few smudged.
Your fingers slip down to her panties rubbing tight circles as you use her thigh. Helping her and lovingly return her kisses even as her hand tightens on your hair and the sheets.
Habit
You were minding your own business, hopping out of his truck with groceries while he stayed home for once. Really he stayed home because last night he was reaching curfew and in no way would he be able to dispose of the body before then. So he snuck the knocked out rabbit to the basement and pretended nothing happened. And since you were gone it meant he was able to play for a bit and enjoy the kill before disposing.
Which is how you found him covered in blood on your once clean couch man spreading watching tv. Oh you were livid as you started to piece everything together.
He greeted you with a, "Hey hey wife! Bring home sumthin' good for me?" but you ignored him. And habit hates to be ignored, so he'll sit and stay put watching you with this brooding look, eyes sometimes drifting to your ass when you bend over. At some point he’ll whistle at you, grabbing half your attention or just enough to see him pat his lap calling you over quietly.
Habit doesn’t make a sound as he watches you set whatever was in your hands down and place yourself in his lap, mostly hovering because he’s filthy. His arms snake around your waist and pull you down anyways.“C’mon,” he says in between bloody kisses to your neck and jaw, “Don’t be so sensitive.”
You can feel your anger rise again as he destroys your nice clothes. So you peel away from him and dip your head down biting at his jugular. Hard enough to leave indents but not enough to draw blood. He’s grinning though, titling his head back for you taking his hands down from your waist to your thighs and shifts you over his hard on. Surprisingly he doesn’t mind it, it ignites the animalistic part of him and he’s more than ready to fuck your anger out and make you all pliant again. It’s what he does best.
Toby
Toby kept biting you actually. If he's being honest he started this, and he doesn't regret it. Because you know he doesn't feel pain but you've never really leaned into it, until now.
Your sitting on his couch as he bites down rather harshly, hands roaming your torso as he humps your thigh. A low groan leaves your lips and he eats it up, licking over the irritated skin.
No matter how much scolding you do, Toby can't fully control himself when he's oh so close and trembling on top of you. Praise falling from his muffled lips as you grip his hair, feeling the dark brown curls, some knotted and locking your fingers in place, letting you guide his head away from you baring his own neck for you to sink your teeth it. And the pressure, the sharp indents that feel like love taps instead of stabbing, makes him whine out, your leg becoming wet from the leaking tip trapped in his jeans.
And with your hand trapped there comfortably, he can't help but beg for more.
Tim
Tim had such juicy thighs and arms. And while sometimes it made him insecure about being so 'big' yet you never complain and always end up begging for more. It puts his mind at ease, makes him soften his touch.
Tim was a bit sweaty when he got in the door, out of breath from moving heavy furniture into the house. Setting the last thing down he sought you out. Finding you rather quickly, laying on his bed and clearing his throat to grab your attention, saying, "Hey darlin, i'm back. Gonna grab a drink and something to eat. want anything?"
Of course you do. And Tim isn't dumb when you beckon him closer, trading places with him as you stand up. Pushing him on to the bed, fingers running over his belt buckle and under his flannel to his happy trail. He's quick to lift his hips up for you to drag them down to his knees giving you better access to suck him off.
He's sighing tangling his hand in your hair, and he also knows his thighs are about to be marked up once more making a mental note to return the favor as your teeth dig into his thick thigh.
Tim will pry you off his thigh and make you finish him quick when close. Praising you for taking such good care of him, dragging you onto the bed telling you he's got to return the favor somehow.
⋆₊˚Contents: Double V penetration, degradation, dumbification, threesome!! NOT PROOF READ
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You’re sandwiched between the two men, brian hooking his arms under your knees as he grinds his cock in to you, grinning against your exposed shoulder. Tim is in front of you, strong arms braced on the headboard, dick rubbing against Brian’s inside of you, the tip slamming in to your spongy spot. The bed springs squeak, hanging on for dear life, under the three of you.
Your head is lolled to the side, eyes rolled back as your body jolts with every thrust, mind blank and so fucked out. Brian mumbles mock praise in to your ear as Tim grunts, forehead pressed against yours.
“Atta girl, c’mon sugar you can take it can’t ya?” Brian kisses just under your ear, grip tightening on your legs, folding you further in half.
Tim is rutting in to your cunt, thick cock slipping in and out with a filthy schlick sound, pubic bone slamming in to your over-sensitive clit. “Look at ‘er, so stuffed yet her slutty cunt is still beggin’ for more.” Tim grumbles, huffing a laugh out of his nose as your pussy squeezes both of their cocks.
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Tim loves having you on his lap, riding him. He likes that he can watch you, the way your hips roll against his, smearing your slick all over his pelvis, your tits bouncing right in his face, your skin slick with sweat. He likes tracing your body with his fingertips, feeling goosebumps rise under his touch. When your body grows tired and weak, he helps you, effortlessly lifting and then lowering you onto his cock. He knows you struggle to take him a little at this angle; he fills you more, the thick head of him almost pressing against your cervix when you’re all the way on him, but he also knows how much you enjoy the feeling of being full of him. “You’re doing great, sugar. So good,” he murmurs tenderly, pressing kisses over your jaw and neck as he helps you ride him, his thumb playing with your clit as he pushes you towards your orgasm. “I got you, honey. You just worry about enjoying yourself.” And once you’re both done, he likes watching his cum drip down your pretty thighs.
He’s recently become a fan of doggy. At first, he was a little reluctant about not seeing your face, but the sight he gets from this angle almost makes up for it. Your ass jiggling with each thrust, pussy swollen and stretched wide around his cock. He just can’t get enough. His eyes are trained on the way your puffy folds mold to his size, your arousal smeared down the inside of your thighs and squelching loudly each time he thrusts into you. Sometimes, he uses his strong hands to grab your hips tight and pull you back into each push he gives, making you squeal as he fills you to the brim. Other times, he leans forward, his chest against your back, and one of his hands will slide down to rest over your womb, adding pressure there until you feel so full of him you can barely breathe. “That’s it, beautiful. Just like that. Feels so good, hm?” he murmurs against your ear before moving his mouth to your shoulder and nibbling there gently. He knows he'll get to see your beautiful face while cuddling after, so he figures it’s a fair enough trade.
He adores folding you in half, feeling you squirm underneath him as he relentlessly thrusts into your cunt. He can fuck you deeper this way, his cock pressing against every pleasure spot in you, your walls tightening around him each time the thick head of his cock brushes against your cervix. He has your legs up on his shoulders, your thighs up to your chest as he fucks you. “Oh, sug,” he groans, your soaked pussy squelching loudly in the room. “You take me so good. Gonna give you a baby, hm? How’s that sound? Gonna fill you with my cum and have you keep it deep in you so it takes…” And once you two are done, he stays there a while longer, trying to keep as much of his cum inside you as possible.
He also really likes bending you over as many surfaces as he can. Once he made peace with the idea of not seeing your face during the act, he became more comfortable with taking you from behind. Which led him to bending you over constantly. Over the edge of the bed, over the edge of the kitchen counter, over the sink in the bathroom. He adores it, the way you arch your back so nicely, how you push your ass back against his hips…it’s a win-win all around. He likes to squeeze your ass, kneading at the soft flesh and occasionally spanking it, just to watch it jiggle more. “You’re so pretty,” he says, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck, his cock slowly dragging over your walls as one of his hands slides underneath you to find your clit. “You feel so good, baby. Always such a good girl.”
His favorite position, though, is missionary. Call him vanilla or boring or whatever, he doesn’t care. He likes being this close to you, likes having as much of his bare skin touching yours. He’s always sweet and gentle in this position, his hips rolling into you slow and deep, one of his hands intertwined with yours while the other one holds him up. “I love you,” he murmurs as he kisses your lips lazily, feeling your cunt squeezing him. “I love you so much. You’re so perfect, honey.” He trails his mouth down your jaw, to your neck, and decorates the delicate skin of your throat with hickeys. His pelvis drags against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body, gathering in a hot coil that slowly grows and spreads. He kisses you gently before pressing his forehead against yours and whispering, “I love you so, so much. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you, but I promise I’ll do my best to be worthy of your love.”
