Synopsis: waking up to the creeps not being in bed with you after a nightmare of them leaving you. GN!reader except for in Brian’s part because I accidentally said “she” in one of his texts.
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Summary: All this time, you’ve been trying to get Tim to let himself be swept up in your affection, but until now, your attempts have been futile. After coming home injured, you and Tim share an intimate and vulnerable moment.
Words: 3,569
Tim Wright x Female Reader
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Tim isn't an easy person, he never has been; and despite all your efforts, the extent of his change has amounted to less than the bare minimum of what you truly desire.
Even so, you love him, and you are constantly trying to make him understand that he doesn't need to keep wearing that same "mask" around you. It feels almost impossible. But sometimes, just sometimes, when Tim seems to be at his breaking point, when he looks utterly defeated, only then are you able to show him, just a little, how good it can feel to simply let himself go in your arms and in your touch...
You and Tim are close; he always looks out for you, you are something more than just friends. He knows about your feelings for him, and deep down, he feels the same way; he has ever since the very first moment your eyes met, when a knot formed in his chest, throbbing with sudden alarm. That feeling hasn't faded; in fact, the more time passes, the more intense it becomes.
Tim has tried to push you away, to treat you poorly, or to do whatever lies within his power to keep you out of his world, a world he believes you don't deserve to be a part of. Yet he always ends up coming back to you; you are the only good thing, the only pure thing, he ever vowed to protect, even if that meant denying himself your love.
Your love for Tim has never wavered, and it never will. There is no one who knows you as well as he does, and no one who knows him as well as you do. It is more than just an ordinary connection; you could swear that your very soul is intertwined with his, no matter how many times you try to dismiss the notion as a mere delusion, a vague attempt to soothe your own desperation.
No matter how hard you try to find that spark in the eyes of others, nothing compares to the way his tender gaze manages to lock with yours, that fleeting glimpse into a mirror of vulnerability, leaving you convinced that you can actually feel your skin radiating love. If you were able, you would save Tim from the horrors of the world; you would show him just how different things can be, that after all, and despite everything, he truly deserves to see beyond his eyes, beyond that heavy body he drags along, beyond all the pain encapsulated in flesh.
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It was a night like so many others; you were awaiting Tim’s long-anticipated visit, just as always, while cooking something you could share. Tim loathed himself for showing up in such a state, so weak, so on the brink… yet after so much pain, so much exhaustion, even fear, there was nothing he desired more than the warmth of your arms.
He appeared at your door as usual, but he looked worse than ever. His face, the mere sight of it twisted your soul with anguish. You slowly cupped his face in your hands, bringing your gaze close to his expression. After brushing aside a stray lock of hair that lay between your eyes and his, you simply let your hands slide down his chest, slowly drawing him into an embrace.
Tim limped inside, shuddering in pain; he fought with every ounce of his strength not to collapse, as if his soul were the only thing left battling for survival after his weary body had already surrendered. You quickly guided him to the sofa, helping him sit down while you examined the multiple wounds beneath his clothes, specifically, a deep gash in his stomach. The mere thought of his pain made you want to weep. "Tim… how did—" you exhaled in desperation. In an attempt to help him back to his feet, you draped his arms around your shoulders. You felt Tim try to resist, though he could fight no longer.
You helped him, step by step, toward the bathroom, his heavy weight bearing down upon your lighter frame. Finally, he slumped against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor, letting out a soft, silent grunt of pain. You quickly stripped away his clothes and reached for your first-aid kit. You knew Tim couldn't risk going to a hospital or clinic, so you always kept everything he might need to treat his wounds close at hand.
After removing his shirt, you took a towel dampened with warm water and began to gently clean away the blood, as tenderly as you could. Tim clutched his discarded shirt in his hand, gritting his teeth and writhing in silence. He dared not look at you, as if his current state were a source of utter humiliation. No matter how many times you sought his gaze while you continued cleaning up the blood, Tim would look down. You might think it was merely exhaustion and pain, but it bothered you that Tim felt he wasn't worth it, even in a situation like this.
You cupped his face in your hands and forced him to look at you. "Look at me! Look at me, Tim!" He flinched at the sudden contact; instinctively, he took your hand in his, yet he didn't pull it away. As he gazed into your eyes, he stroked your hand with his thumb. "I'm sorry…" he sighed, his breath ragged. He squeezed his eyes shut, as if to hold back the tears. "Tim!" He slowly opened his eyes again, and the unmistakable grimace of pain in his throat made everything come crashing down.
"I'm sorry..." he said again, lowering his head and shaking it from side to side while caressing your hands, which were still cradling his face. He tried to cover his face, but the attempt was futile, impossible with his hands locked in yours and the pain rendering him unable to move. Instinctively, you embraced him, chest against chest, taking care not to hurt him. He wrapped his arms around your body, anchoring his will to you, the only thing that seemed truly alive within him, along with that insatiable, forbidden longing for love.
You could feel how his breathing, though still ragged from his silent weeping, began to synchronize with yours; little by little, as he stroked your hair and back, the frantic pounding of his heart began to subside. You wished that every embrace with him could be this intimate and enduring. Your head rested in the crook of his neck as you inhaled his scent, a scent that was slowly returning to him after having been drowned out by the smell of his own blood. After a while, you decided to pull away; when you met his eyes, you stroked his cheek with your thumb, a silent promise.
You turned on the tap and let the bathtub fill with hot water. You moved back toward Tim, intending to remove his pants, starting with his belt. Yet Tim, blushing with embarrassment, placed his hand over yours; he met your gaze for just a second before sighing and looking away. Even though he desired you, he didn't view you in that way, not in that lascivious, selfish manner. Moreover, even when instinct made him think of you in such terms, he would try to quickly banish the image, feeling unworthy of the pure idea of you that existed in his mind.
Removing his clothes was merely part of the protocol; any form of affection, even beyond the initial intent, was welcome, not to mention that it was Tim, the very person you had yearned for so deeply… Even so, that was all it was; so, you removed his pants, and then, placing your hands on the hem of his undergarments, you met his eyes, seeking his approval. He nodded back, looking slightly sheepish. You tried not to stare too much, so as not to make him uncomfortable, and simply helped him quickly into the tub.
Although you had noticed him resisting many things in the past, you had never seen him look so "defeated" before you, simply letting you do what you had to do as you tried to make him feel better. After stepping into the tub, he let his eyes drift shut with a sigh that seemed to escape him involuntarily.
The tension in his back began to melt away the moment your fingers intertwined with his hair, working in the shampoo. You gently massaged his scalp, making sure to give it a thorough wash. Tim slowly surrendered to your touch, eyes closed, his clenched fists finally relaxing their grip. When you rinsed his hair, he turned to look at you so gently… and for the first time, he offered you a tender smile.
After refilling the bathtub, you decided to take off your clothes, which had already gotten a bit damp. He seemed genuinely surprised by this and simply turned away, trying not to look at you too much. Having shed the rest of your clothes, you slipped into the tub on the opposite side of him, waiting to gauge his reaction.
"Tim" He flinched at the sound of his name, then, looking flustered, he met your gaze. A faint blush rose to his cheeks, something you would hardly have imagined seeing behind his tough-guy facade. He looked away again, still embarrassed, but this time with a little more confidence, seeing your body in this way for the very first time. "Feeling better?" you whispered, gazing intently at him, testing his reaction. He nodded and started to rinse off his body, but you took his hand to stop him. "Don't try to rush it. Don't you want to be with me?" Tim nodded again and lowered his hands. "Tim, just let yourself go a little; it's okay." You shifted in the tub, moving closer to him and taking his hands in yours. He took them without hesitation and wrapped his arms around you, pressing his chest against yours once more. "Does this feel better?" you whispered. "Yes, so much better," Tim nodded, resting his head against yours. "You have no idea how much…"
As you caressed Tim’s back, and he yours, you rested your head in the crook of his neck, just as before, but this time in a far more intimate way. You could feel the softness of his skin beneath your touch, the way his heart seemed to shrink against yours, trapped within that small space. His response was to let his skin melt against yours; after fighting for so long, cornered here, amidst your caresses, Tim had finally surrendered.
You planted a soft kiss on his neck, so delicate… then another, and another. You cupped his face in your hands, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs as you sought his gaze. Tim had never been treated with such tenderness before; you could see it in the way his eyes met yours, filled with that purity he usually had to keep hidden away. You placed a gentle kiss on his eyelid, on his forehead, and on the tip of his nose; at that last touch, Tim flinched slightly, so close…
You kissed his cheek and sought his approval; he nodded, and slowly, you pressed your nose against his, parting your lips in anticipation, only to place a soft kiss upon his own. A small kiss, yet one laden with a multitude of silent promises. You could feel his smile against your lips, so after a moment, you slowly pulled away to observe his reaction. His cheeks were flushed pink, lips parted, and his eyes searched for yours, longing to kiss you again. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest, butterflies fluttering ceaselessly within you, and that overwhelming love that made you want to consume him whole.
You smile and kiss his nose; filled with excitement, you press your lips against Tim’s once more, this time deepening the kiss slightly. You slowly caress his hair, your hands sliding down to his neck to rest there. He holds your waist like an anchor, his thumbs tracing small circles against your skin. You pull away to catch your breath, lips chasing after yours. You look at him, vision hazy, head spinning, offering him a tender smile.
Unable to resist the urge to hold him, you give in and press your chest against his once again. "Tim…" you whisper. "Yeah…?" Tim replies softly, lowering his head to rest beside yours. "What are you feeling right now?" He freezes for a moment; takes a deep breath, and softly says: "I never want to let you go." You plant a small kiss on his neck. "I mean…" He nods and reaches for your face, this time, he is the one to cup it in his hands. "Yes" he says desperately, searching for your eyes. "Yes… what?" you reply, letting out a small smile at the vagueness of his answer. "I love you…" he exhales.
The world seems to come to a standstill at those words. You never imagined Tim would say it like this, you never thought he would be capable of it. Still in a state of shock, lips parted as you gaze into his eyes, a faint blush settles upon your cheeks, and your heart trembles at the gentle touch of his words.
It was Tim who kissed you this time, somewhat desperately, yet still slowly, without diminishing the intensity of everything he had kept bottled up for so long. He tried to deepen the kiss quickly, pressing his tongue against your lips, but you pulled away abruptly in response.
Your experience with such things was nearly nonexistent, not to mention that this was, essentially, your very first real kiss. He froze, searching your expression. "I'm sorry" he said quickly, cradling your face in his hands. You could feel your cheeks growing warm beneath his touch. "I haven't done this before, that's the thing…" He rested his thumb against your lip, gently parting them as he watched for your eyes reaction. "It's okay; we don't have to," he said.
This time, it was he kissed your cheek, your heart fluttering at the contact, as a small, innocent smile blossomed on your lips. "I want to kiss you, Tim." He didn't wait another moment; he planted a subtle kiss on your lips, then another, gradually deepening it without rushing you. His hands caressed your cheeks, then slid down your neck and, little by little, toward your chest. The sudden contact made you flinch against his mouth, letting out a small, silent whine into the kiss.
Tim stroked gently, sliding his hands down to cup your breasts in his large palms, feeling their weight settle into his hands. The overwhelming sensation made you let out another soft, silent whimper against his lips. Your hands sought refuge on his shoulders, pressing down in response to the feeling. It wasn't long before his thumbs began to subtly caress your nipples, feeling them harden beneath his touch. Your fingernails dug into Tim's shoulders as he attempted once more to slip his tongue into your mouth. This time you yielded, hesitating slightly, yet going for it nonetheless.
Your mind was consumed by thoughts of Tim: his hands on you, your mouth against his, your body pressed against his, just like this. You could feel your skin radiating heat, love, and longing.
The kiss was sloppy and inexperienced, but that didn't make it any less wonderful, especially knowing that you were sharing it together in this way. He loved that about you anyway; besides, it wasn't as if he knew much more about it than you did. His hands slowly descended to your thighs, stroking along their length and spreading his palms wide as they went. Trembling at the contact, you broke the kiss to catch your breath, resting your forehead against his as you panted softly. You look at Tim and press your cheek against his, resting your face there. "Tim, no—I’ve never—I’m not ready." He nodded and kissed your eyelid, then your forehead; cupping your face, letting out a soft, faint chuckle. "I can't right now anyway" he said, glancing down at the wounds on his abdomen. You nodded, your hand tracing a subtle path down from his chest to his stomach. Tim panted at the contact, watching as you touched him so tenderly…
After getting out of the water, you helped Tim dry off. With a clean towel, you began to gently dry his hair, taking care to remove all the excess water. Before you could move down to continue drying the rest of him, he took hold of your wrist and gently pulled the towel from your hand. "I want to help." He smiled at you, taking you by the waist and lifting you to sit on his thighs, straddling him.
Using the towel, he began to dry your hair with the same delicacy, ensuring he removed every last drop of water. Before you could anticipate it, he gave a tug on your wrist, pulling your chest flush against his and holding you tightly in his arms. "I love you…" he whispered into the crook of your neck. You could feel a warmth blossoming in your chest, radiating out toward his, your fingernails pressing into his back as you tried to melt into his body.
Tiny tears gathered in the corners of your eyes; you couldn't believe this was real, it felt just like a dream. Little by little, the tears began to trickle down onto his shoulders and back. He pulled away slightly to look at your face, where a goofy, dazed smile was playing on your lips. Tim smiled too, then looked down sheepishly, a faint blush rising in his cheeks.
You laughed softly at his reaction, pressing your cheek against his and dampening it with the last of your tears. You could feel his smile against your cheek, so you pulled back just to see it; when his eyes met yours, he let out a small, bashful chuckle, a sound you mirrored instantly. You both began to laugh; you cupped Tim’s face in your hands while he held yours, laughing like children, so innocently.
For a moment, the horrors of the world ceased to haunt Tim. You could see it in his small teeth, in the way his nose crinkled when he smiled, in all the tiny details of his face: his eyebrows, his eyelashes… God. You wished this moment could last forever, not just in your memory, but in the pads of your fingertips, and in the indelible bite Tim had left upon your soul.
After drying off, you bandaged his wounds, having first cleaned them thoroughly. The tomato soup you had been cooking lay forgotten in the kitchen until you both finally emerged from the bathroom. You grabbed your hairdryer and plugged it into the kitchen outlet, motioning for Tim to take a seat at the small table. You dried his hair, making sure it was completely dry, which wasn't a difficult task, given that some time had already passed since you and him had gotten out of the water.
With his hair dry and clad in fresh, clean clothes, you filled the kettle with hot water to make tea for both of you. You ladled the soup into small bowls, giving Tim a larger portion after such a grueling day. Even after that shared moment, a silence settled between you both, yet it was not an uncomfortable one. Although he was feeling better, he was still exhausted, so you brewed some tea to help him sleep. It wouldn't be much of an issue, you knew that the moment he hit the bed, he would be instantly knocked out, but a little tea would help ensure a deeper slumber.
Once you were finished, the dishes were left forgotten in the sink. You brushed your teeth eagerly, longing to finally let your body sink into the bed beside him. When you were done, you found Tim already drifting off at the small kitchen table, his eyes fluttering, clinging to the last vestiges of strength left in his body. You kissed his cheek before taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom.
At last, cool sheets brushed against your skin as you finally let yourself collapse onto the bed; and while the relief was immense, it paled in comparison to what Tim was feeling right now. You pulled the blanket over both of you, making sure neither of you was left uncovered. He quickly sought your gaze, gently pulling your wrist toward his chest, eager to cradle you within his arms. You could see the love shining in his eyes, and though he always looked at you that way, this time felt different, your chest now embracing the warmth radiating from his body.
Pressed against his chest, beneath the much-longed-for warmth of his arms wrapped around, you can feel your breathing growing slower and slower. This time, it isn't your pillow resting against your chest; this time, it's real. Tim lazily kisses your forehead, resting his face atop your head. You feel your eyes slowly drifting shut, and for the first time, Tim tastes what might be heaven, the very redemption of his soul. Even after all the darkness, love truly did exist for him.
"I love you" you heard him whisper as sleep settled over you.
⊹ฺ Contains: Fluff; Mildly suggestive if you squint; Jay mention; Non-descriptive allusion to Slender Sickness; One mention of kissing; SFW
⊹ฺ Note: Hello, my loves! I am sick right now and I realized that I cannot tell if cough drops actually work on me, haha. I have the world's most insane cough right now, it's literally insufferable. Enjoy! <3
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"Just so you know, those might not work." Tim's voice came from behind your shoulder. It shouldn't have, but it made you jump. The florescent lighting and lame radio music lulling you somewhere else as you absently stared at the shocking amount of cough drop options. You didn't know there were so many.
"No?" You turn to look at him, offering a smile as you lean into him. It was just the two of you, Jay opting to keep watch. Tim's camera was still strapped to his body and you were sure you were probably obscuring its view. "Isn't that what they were made to do?" You were teasing, of course, but with the way you were coughing lately, Tim was more serious about it.
Tim shrugged, the tease going straight over his head. "They're mainly made to soothe the pain. Coughing really tears up your throat. I don't know. I won't stop you if you think they'll help, but just don't be surprised if they don't do much, you know?"
You nod. You weren't sure if you thought they would work. You had used them a handful of times when you were younger, weak lungs and a questionable immune system working against you. Whether or not they did their job was lost on you, but you remembered liking the taste. The mint and cherry ones were your favorite.
"I know you said they might not work," you start slowly, slowly dragging your eyes from the almost candy-like medicine to look at him. "But do you mean, like, in general? Or with…you know." You never knew how to phrase it, let alone how to talk about it in public. The sickness Tim has; the sickness you and Jay may be slowly developing.
Tim was quiet, seemingly trying to take in this one moment of normalcy with you. Tim wasn't sure he ever thought he'd consider something like browsing a medicine aisle as domestic. Tim was so wrapped up in it, he almost forgot you'd asked him a question.
He wasn't even sure he knew how to answer your question, now that it had sunk in. Did it work like that? When was the last time he even had one? "I actually have no idea."
Tim felt you trying to suppress your little giggles at his answer. He had various little tricks to try getting around the violent coughing fits, but those ultimately boiled down to taking his pills. Did Tim ever think about ways to make his throat stop hurting? Did the masked guy that sometimes took control know?
"We could always try together." Your tone rose softly, a sense of careful optimism shining through. "If it doesn't work, we could always try something else."
"Sure." Tim's answer came out mildly distracted. You didn't know what was going on in his busy little brain, but you knew you had to pull him out of it.
You turn to face him fully now, one of your hands moved to grab his. "Mint or cherry?"
"What?"
You can't help the smile tugging itself across your lips, something teasing and sweet. "Which would you rather taste while kissing me: mint or cherry?"
Tim was fully pulled out of his thoughts and answered without missing a beat. "Cherry."
Desc: tim works hard.. too hard. When he has a quiet moment, its usually taken up by sleeping. One day, a simple request turns into something warm and soft, something that feels like home.. something that makes you want to take care of him, tell him how much you really love him..
Cw: creampie, fluffy sex, transmasc reader, lots of teasing, oral, pnv sex, tdick described as cunt, boypussy, and dick, submissive tim wright, mild drooling
2.5k words, enjoy!!
Tim had been busy.
He had always been a busy man, but since he started this “job” for the faceless guy, he had had no time for anything but sleep. You had grown restless, almost upset that he had prioritized a job over you. He had been working so hard, and you had grown so.. desperate.
“Babe, i wanna ask you something,” tim walked up to you, while you sat in the living room in his shirt.
You closed your phone, looking up at him intently. His mop of black hair grazed his eyeline, always unkempt and perfectly framing his face. He had a playful smile on his face, a sort of teenage joy in his eyes.
“Do you wanna have sex?”
Your eyes widened, the question catching you completely off guard as he blushed.
“You up for it? You can say no.” Tim sheepishly smiled, a tint of red in his cheeks. He watched you carefully, trying to read your face for any hint of rejection. You simply stared back at him, a soft burning in your cheeks and a dumb blank smile.
“Uh… whats the catch?” You breathed, quietly shifting on the couches leather finish. You squeezed your thighs together, carefully applying light pressure to ease the bloodstream going straight to your cunt.
Tim sighed, sleepily sitting down on the couch next to you. “Nothing, just noticed how needy youve been.. its been… different.. with me more tired than usual.” He admitted, cuddling into your warmth. “How about this, we just watch something and see what you want in an hour. Sound ok?”
You nodded, reaching towards the remote on the old wooden coffee table. Tim shifted his weight, laying back on the couch with a creak of the old springs. You clicked on the tv, it already being on mtv channel you both always watched. Trash tv and cuddling on the couch had become so rare since tim began working for that freak, so times where you could be like this were few and far between, if at all.
You laid down on tims chest, humming softly as he rested his hands in your hair. He lazily pet your hair, running his hands gently through the soft strands. You couldn't help but feel… unworthy. He did all those long hours doing god knows what for you, and you had been almost angry in a way. How unfair, you thought, to expect anything from him at all. Whatever he did clearly took a toll on him, both emotionally and physically, leaving rough calluses on his hands and cuts all over his hairy body. He did it all.. for you.
“I really love you, hope you know,” you mumbled into his chest, and although you couldn't see his face, his heart beating through his chest becoming more noticeable said all it needed to.
“What makes you say that lovebug?” He chuckled, his hand coming down the crook of your neck and carressing your shoulder. You nuzzled into him, lost in his warm embrace.
“Just missed you is all.” You smiled, hearing his pulse quickening again. “Im really happy i get to be with you.. you dont even know it.”
Tim let out a content sigh, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Missed you too angel, my precious boy,” he mumbled into your head, hand sliding slowly to wrap around your waist.
You let his hand rest there, quietly absorbing every blissful moment you had with him. The sun was filtering through the window blinds, the dusk rays just bright enough to cast a glare on the tv screen. You didnt mind, rob dierdek wasnt all that intriguing to begin with. Occasionally a funny video would come to pass, earning a few laughs here and there from you and tim, but the tv wasn't what you were focused on.
You were enthralled by emotion, drinking in every small touch of his bare skin grazing yours. You focused on the small twitches of his leg, his scent that was always slightly outdoorsy, like dirt and pine. How the sun cast shadows as the light grew dimmer and dimmer, and most interesting, how tims breathing slowly faded into sleep. His chest rhythmically rose and fell, his hands slowly trailing off your large frame. He usually wasnt the first to sleep, so you cherished this. He softly snored, only mildly stirring when a car revved its engine and raced into the night. You dared not shift, afraid to wake up this sleeping angel that you dared rest on.
Eventually, he stretched into consciousness, releasing you from being a statue. You hummed a greeting into his chest, rubbing your face into his thin shirt.
“Mornin princess,” you teased, rolling to stare up at him. He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning and returning his hand to your waist.
“How long was i asleep?” He grumbled groggily, opening his eyes and yawning. You crinkled your nose, smelling the scent of an old cigarette resting on his tounge. Even that was so endearing, just because it was him.
“Mm, 2 episodes of ridiculousness and half of a teen mom,” you grinned, watching his brain click into life.
“Did I miss Jersey shores?” He mused, a smile creeping onto his lips.
You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully. “No, i wouldve woken you up,” you said, pushing yourself up to straddle his hips. He watched your figure carefully, examining every detail and inch as if he would be quizzed on it later.
“Your so handsome,” he gushed, a soft blush playing at his cheeks. “Cant believe i get something so beautiful,” he breathed, resting his hands on your hips.
You grinned mischievously, slowly pulling your shirt over your head and discarding it next to you. Tim just sat in awe, looking over your body with a curious smile.
“Whats the occasion?” Tim stuttered, eyes locked on to your tiny breasts, not completely flat like you always complained. He swallowed, watching you intently as you planned your next move.
“Yknow, i thought about your proposal..” you mused, beginning to slowly slide your hands under tims thin white tee shirt. His face burned red, as if he was laying eyes on you for the first time, drinking your plump body.
“You- you did..?” He stammered, too dumbfounded to properly grasp what exactly you were implying. Your body was the only thing on his mind, sitting there in only your plaid boxers like a perfect treat for him to devour.
You nodded, smiling sweetly. He was already squirming, maybe the lack of sex was getting to him. He shifted under you, carefully placing his hands on your hips. You felt his thumbs slowly rubbing circles against your hip dips, and you couldn't help but sigh with contentment.
“I think i can do that for you,” you purred, scooting yourself down on his body. He quickly got the idea, spreading his legs to accommodate you.
“Oh love, you dont have to,” he whispered, a trace of guilt speckled across his face. You responded by fiddling with his jeans waist band, taking careful note of the bulging lump poking through the rough fabric.
“I know, but i want to,” you assured, slowly undoing his jeans button. “Take off your shirt for me?” You directed. He quickly obliged, sliding it over his messy black hair and tossing it to the floor.
“You really dont-”
You shushed him, leaning forward and pressing kisses to his hairy torso. He made a small whimper as you trailed kisses and nipped at his skin, trailing down to his crotch agonizingly slowly.
“Im gonna take care of you,” you assured, licking up a stipe of skin above his navel. He lightly rested his hand on your head, petting you gently.
“Good boy,” he mumbled praises into the cool air of your apartment, gentle sucking and kissing sounds occasionally joining them.
You managed to separate his skin from your mouth, a trail of spit connecting your tongue and his gut. You got your first real look at his flushed face, his mouth slightly agape with a saturated blush spreading ear to ear. You grinned, content with the mess he was very quickly becoming.
“I missed you,” he finally choked out, looking away out of a sort of deep embarrassment that he was this needy over kisses.
“Hey, look at me,” you said, watching as he instantly looked back with a sense of desperation to finally be free of his own lust.
“Hm?” He chirped, a stupid puppy look in his eyes. You giggled, watching his eyes dart away but immediately return to your face. Your face, collarbones, tits.. all of it was his to gawk at, and god dammit he was the luckiest guy around.
“I want you to watch me, ok?” You softly coaxed, a playful smile on your lips. He nodded eagerly, eyes locked onto your face. “Good boy,” you cooed, watching his already red face grow a deeper shade of blush.
You fiddled with his jeans waistband, keeping eye contact with him as you slowly unzipped his fly. He made a small groan, desperately trying to keep a sense of composure. He rested his arms above his head, not wanting to get in your way. He needed this, he needed you. He needed your touch on his body, and he needed it quickly.
“Please love,” he whined, earning a laugh from you as you slid his jeans down to his mid thigh.
“Please? You really are desperate huh?” You giggled, taking in the sight of him. He was all yours, malleable as putty in your hands. He was yours, a whining mess underneath you.
You stared at his clothed dick, a small wet spot near the head. You glanced up at him, his eyes still locked on you. You pressed a kiss to his length, a small moan exiting his mouth as you peppered his dick with small kisses.
“Fuck (y/n) just.. just like that,” he groaned, slightly bucking his hips into your lips.
You hummed happily, rubbing your cheek onto his clothed dick while staring up at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, hands fidgeting with his hair.
You smirked, slowly licking his shaft through his boxers. He moaned, muttering expletives mixed with praises as you slowly ran your tongue over his dripping head.
“Cmon, please,” he whined, staring down at you with a pleading look in his eyes. You obliged, happily pulling his boxers down to his hips. His dick sprung free, hitting his stomach with a small schlap. He shuddered, small whines escaping him.
“Are you gonna be good for me?” You teased, taking the base within your hands. He quickly nodded, skin hot to the touch. “No, say it,” you prodded, watching his eyelids flutter in desperation.
“Ill… ill be good..” he murmured, eyes darting away quickly before locking back onto your smiling face. You nodded, pleased with his submission. You began pumping on his dick, rubbing your thumb over the wet head and gently using it to lube up his cock.
He gasped, burying his face in his hands. “More,” he shuddered, begging for any trace of stimulation on his painful situation.
“More?” You chuckled, smiling. “Look at me and ill give you more, ok?”
You watched him instantly lock eyes on you, a dumb expression of purely lust playing on his eyes. His eyes were half lidded, an empty brain behind his chocolatey eyes. There was spit on the corners of his mouth, threatening to spill over.
You smiled, keeping your eyes on him while slowly licking up the back stripe of his dick, with tim shuddering at the touch. He covered his mouth to muffle his pathetic sounds, watching you take the head into your mouth.
“Fuck, please,” he slurred, watching you slowly take the length in your mouth, hand still wrapped around the base. You began slowly bobbing up and down, stroking the base as you took it in your throat, listening to the pathetic noises he was making.
You began taking the whole thick length down your throat, gagging slightly at the fullness in your mouth. You glanced up at tim, who had a dazed expression and tears pricking at his eyes. His eyes were fixed on you, watching how you slowly took him in your mouth, the soft sucking noises being interrupted only by his own pathetic noises.
You removed him from your mouth, his own precum mixed with spit rolling down your chin. He made a small noise of confusion, his dick slapping against his stomach once again.
“Whats wrong?” He whined, taking in your body once again.
You didn't respond, simply dropping your boxers. Tim moaned, greedily taking in the sight of your erect tdick poking through your cunts folds.
“Im gonna take care of you,” you promised, positioning yourself over his dick, guiding it into you with your small hands. Tim stifled a moan, feeling your wetness surround him with a soft gasp from your lips. “You ready?” You smiled, watching with amusement at his desperate nod.
You began to bounce on his dick, softly moaning at the fullness in your dripping cunt. You rested your hands on his chest, with him grabbing your hips to steady you on his cock. The soft slaps filled the apartment, mixed with moans of desperation from the both of you.
“Can i jack you off baby?” Tim pleaded, watching your tits bounce as you nodded. He spit on his hand, taking the small length into his hand and rubbing circles. Your head rolled back, a loud pathetic moan escaping your mouth. Tim groaned, his own head filled with hazy clouds of lust.
“Fuck yeah baby, like that,” you huffed, speeding up your bouncing as you felt his length twitch inside you.
“Baby, im.. can i.. im so fucking close,” tim drooled, eyes squeezed shut as he held back his release.
“Use your words,” you moaned, nearing your own orgasm as his shaky hands played with your dick.
“Pl- please- please let me cum in you, please,” tim babbled, drool dripping out his mouth as he shook.
“Hold on for me, im nearly- fuck- im nearly there,”
Tim made a cry of desperation, still nodding as he clenched his body to keep himself from disobeying your order. You had been so good to him, you had made him feel like he was loved and cared for, after all those long hours that was exactly what he needed. He needed your cunt clenching around him as you moaned your high pitched moans, riding his dick and taking it so well.
“Ok, cum for me, im gonna cum- oh my god-” you gasped, releasing around his length as he poured into you, both your fluids dripping out of your shaking boypussy as you gasped. Silence filled the apartment, interrupted only by heavy breathing and soft gasps.
“You… you did so good…” tim gasped, vision still full of stars as you removed him from you.
“I love you, i would do this any day,” you mumbled, laying your naked body on top of his.
“I love you more, i love you like the sun,” tim whispered, resting his hands in your hair. He ran his fingers through it, your sweaty bodys warmly pressed against each others.
You snickered, rolling your eyes. “So poetic, nerd,”
“Shut up, jersey shore is about to be on,”
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My inspo this time was being uncomfortably high and it being 2am. I remember almost nothing about starting this fic.
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Summary: You fall asleep at Tim’s place, wholesomeness ensues
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Alright so
You and Tim hadn’t been dating long when he proposed the idea of a movie night
It was summer break and a weekend as well as free time with Tim so you happily agreed
Let’s be honest though, you were still in that slightly awkward “I can’t believe we’re dating !!” stage, and had only shared one intimate kiss before
But that didn’t matter, Tim was silent and snarky but had shown his soft side a couple times and you absolutely melted
You showed up around 6 pm to tims house with snacks and drinks that you set up while he got the movie up and running
In public he was shy and not very affectionate but inside he was very lovey even if he refused to admit it
With that established, he carefully came up behind you, setting his head on your shoulder and smiling just a little bit like a goofy puppy
You laughed and took your snacks onto the couch ready to start your movie
You stiffly layed down while Tim stretched his arm around your shoulder, leaving his chest open for you to lay on while you watched the movie
You stayed like that for a couple minutes, but by the end of the movie you were snuggled up to Tim completely
Your eyes were closed and you were softly snoring, your head pressed into his soft welcoming flannel while one of your arms was splayed on his chest and the other around and under the arm cuddling you
It was now around 8pm, which could be considered early but you both worked long day jobs and you especially had been exhausted lately and Tim was not about to wake you up
Therefore, like any reasonable strong handsome boyfriend would do, he picked you up
He held you close as he walked quietly to his bedroom, yawning on the way
He sleepily laid you down, putting your head on the fluffiest pillow of the bunch and pulling his covers on your sleeping form
He looked down for a moment, admiring your beauty
You looked so peaceful and happy like this, he wished you could stay like that forever
He was also tired though and sleep weighed on his eyelids, so he carefully bent down, softly stroking your cheek, and placed a gentle, loving kiss on your lips
You were his love, his everything, and he wouldn’t change that for the world
He didn’t want too but he got up, running his hand over yours and turning to the closet to look for extra blankets he could set up on the floor when he felt a soft tug on his shirt
He moved around to face you and you had your eyes barely open and a sleepy look to you, but you had grabbed his shirt and was trying to gently pull you to bed
Tim blushed, his cheeks rosy in the soft light of his bedside lamp
He cleared his throat
“Hey sweetie shshshshhs…” he softly cooed, “do you need anything? I was just gonna sleep on the floor”
You stayed silent for a moment, before giving a small, radiant and sleepy smile
“You, dummy…” you yawned and pulled him into the bed next to you, nestling in his broad shoulders while your legs tangled
Tim was stunned for a moment, you guys had never slept in the same bed before, he was nervous
You picked up on it quickly though
You shimmied the covers over both of you, softly mumbling about cuddling, as you wrapped his arms around you
Tim quickly settled into it, softly rubbing your back as you started to fall asleep again, smiling
He looked down at you, love in his sleepy, brown eyes
“Hey (Y/N)?”
“..mmryeahh?”
“I love you”
A small smile formed on your face, and you leaned up to peck his cheek before settling back into your cuddling position
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ thinking about aftercare with the creeps…
includes: Tim, Brian, Ben, Toby, Jeff
CW: suggestive content ofc, mentions of kinks and other sexual topics, marks from sex, pretty fluffy post
lace/bow dividers by: @chrisssiren (first divider is from pinterest)
⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Tim 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
𑣲 i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again, Tim is a big sweetheart
𑣲 even if this man totally wrecks tf out of you in bed, he never truly means to hurt you (outside of ways you consent to sexually).
𑣲 at the beginning of your relationship, he was actually pretty hesitant to do anything that might hurt you emotionally or physically. stuff like degradation, impact play, choking, even hair pulling? yeah, he was scared.
𑣲 tim’s pretty afraid of hurting everyone he cares about, especially after all the shit that happened in his past. he absolutely makes sure your okay, comfortable, and safe. you guys have a safeword near immediately and he isn’t afraid to be annoying about asking about your comfort. of course, once you’re dating longer and he starts knowing how you act when you feel certain things, the frequency ends, but the care he has never does.
𑣲 so to the aftercare
𑣲 once yall are done (whether that’s with the round or as a whole), he’s gonna hold you for a moment as you come down from your high (and besides, he needs to relax too). once you start coming back to yourself and he knows you’re okay, he’ll go to get towels and whatever else you guys need. if you’re not ready for him to leave the bed yet, he’ll never rush. the only reason he’s even getting up is just so he can care for you the best you can be. but he’s perfectly content to lie with you a moment longer.
𑣲 he’ll go ahead and wipe himself down real quick while he’s up, but he’s mainly up to get some stuff.
𑣲 a warm, wet cloth and water and maybe a snack (both of which yall keep in your room for times like this)
𑣲 he’ll wipe up your legs, as well as anywhere else that needs to be cleaned, all the while he’s pressing soft kisses into your thighs and whispering things to you.
𑣲 telling how good you did, how beautiful you are, that you’re okay, he’s here, he’s not going nowhere, you’re safe
𑣲 that kind of stuff
𑣲 once he’s done cleaning you up, the blanket is on yall immediately. he’s curling up against you and holding you tight. his hands are running through your hair and he’s rubbing your shoulders, arms, back, and hips. yall will both be asleep soon.
𑣲 if Tim left marks on you, specifically from his hands and physical stuff like that (so not hickeys), he immediately feels so guilty. especially the first few times.
𑣲 he’s kissing them and apologizing, asking if they hurt, if you need anything, or if there’s anything he can do. he swears to himself that he won’t be so rough next time (but he will because you both really do enjoy it, and you have no issue with marks).
𑣲 he’ll still feel guilty even after you reassure him, but he’ll feel slightly better.
⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Brian 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
𑣲 Brian’s favorite way to give aftercare is probably a shower or a bath
𑣲 he’ll gather you up in his arms and carry you to the bathroom
𑣲 sitting you up on the counter (or if yall got a bench in your shower, he’d totally do it in there), he’ll lower himself to wipe you down. he’ll lift up your foot and press a kiss against your ankle and all down your leg.
𑣲 he’ll tell you that you’re gorgeous and you’re all his. that he ain’t ever letting you go.
𑣲 then he goes to start the shower, making sure it’s nice and hot for you before you get in.
𑣲 he guides you in and gets your hair wet
𑣲 he washes your hair for you nice and gentle. he goes slow, letting you enjoy the feeling of his fingers through your hair, the lather of the soap against the strands, and the warmth of his body right by you and the water cascading down your back.
𑣲 he’ll wash your body himself too
𑣲 if you cling onto him, he’ll stay in the shower as long as you want
𑣲 after that, he turns off the water and gets you in a towel as soon as possible so you won’t be cold. he’ll help you dry off.
𑣲 yall probably don’t actually get dressed, you just go back to bed naked and cuddle up together
𑣲 you fall asleep with him spooning you
⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Ben 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
𑣲 he probably wants you to curl up in his lap against him while he plays his game ngl
𑣲 but that’s realistically probably not gonna happen, at least not immediately
𑣲 so he’ll wipe the sweat off your face and push your hair out of the way of your eyes, kissing all over your face and telling you how hot you look
𑣲 also if you also smoke weed, yall are gonna be smoking hella for the rest of the night. just smoking and talking and cuddling. (or maybe just some edibles and then the rest of that stuff, whatever yall feel like)
𑣲 he’ll probably end up falling asleep between your legs with his face against your stomach and your thighs wrapped around him
⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Toby 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
𑣲 Toby likes to get snacks, something to drink, maybe watch something, and cuddle
𑣲 anything that is really just spending time together, so the truth is he doesn’t actually care what yall do
𑣲 you’re wearing a pair of his pajamas when yall go down to the kitchen. it’s such beautiful imagery for Toby. the pants are too long and the shirt’s hemline slips at your mid thigh.
𑣲 when yall get back in bed he’s gonna rest his head on your thighs, hip, stomach, or chest. somewhere soft and warm. he’ll fall asleep right there if you let him. especially if you play with his hair or rub his back. like yeah he’s gone.
𑣲 i feel like toby’s the kind of person to ask how it was and how he did. he just wants to please you and he craves validation.
⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Jeff 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
𑣲 this guy is OUT like a light, so i hope you like sleeping after sex
𑣲 jeff is totally a nonchalant warrior (even though he sucks at it), but he’s not a COMPLETE asshole okay
𑣲 he’s a big ass freak, kinky ass hell, but obviously he cares about you, so he’s not gonna leave you hanging
𑣲 he might be grumpy about it though, but you’re probably used to that
𑣲 but like i said, he’s exhausted after sex, so his version of aftercare is mostly just wrapping you up in the comforter and pulling you into his chest
𑣲 anyway Jeff isn’t as heartless as he thinks he is. he knows he gets rough and he’s into some dark shit. if you’re bleeding, he’ll patch you up. (is it wrong if i say he might lick the blood off you?…) he’ll kiss and lick any marks he left behind on you. mainly because he loves to see them.
𑣲 similar to Toby, Jeff wants to see you in his clothes. specifically one of his band tees and your underwear.
a/n: i wanted to get this out last night but it was like im too tired to keep writing this cause i keep making typos, but at the same time i cant sleep until it’s done. and i made tim’s part so long so i wanted to at least attempt to make the other ones longer. 😞😞
CW: First half is SFW, second half NSFW (clearly marked dw guys kiwi got you)
Requested by: 🌺
a/n: as i was writing this i was lwk imagining college-era pre-marble hornets kind of tim, but it’s not specified to be that so imagine it however you wanna.
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SFW!!
⬩ So Tim is literally a big sweetheart.
⬩ His hair is freshly washed. It’s still a little wet when you first see him. He’s wearing his favorite flannel, best pair of jeans without any rips of stains, clean pair of boots. His cologne smells woody, earthy, and musky.
⬩ He picks you up on time in his old red truck (newly washed too and all the empty cigarette cartons cleaned out of the floorboard, cause he’s nervous and doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t clean up after himself). he meets you at the door. i don’t think he’s the kind of guy to bring flowers (not on the first date at least), but he does still walk you to the truck while holding your hand, opens the door for you, and helps you in if you need it.
⬩ He’ll tell you how beautiful you look and try to give a really specific compliment on your appearance so you know he’s paying attention. He’ll definitely try to get a whiff of your perfume/cologne. You just always smell so good.
⬩ If he’s taking you out to dinner, he’s not gonna choose somewhere crowded or loud. It’s not gonna be the flashiest restaurant on the street, but rather a smaller place with less people. Less distractions.
⬩ He’s good at dry humor and keeping the conversation going. He’ll get a little silent here and there, not cause he’s uninterested but because he’s questioning how he even got you on this date with him.
⬩ He’ll order you two drinks if you drink alcohol. He’ll probably get a beer, but just one or two. He isn’t that big of a drinker.
⬩ If you’re nervous about ordering because you’re thinking about the money, he’ll reassure you and tell you to order anything you’d like cause he’s got the check.
⬩ Tim approaches relationships as him being the provider, not wanting his s/o to have to worry about anything. He’s a big pamperer. Anything you want, you get. He will always find a way for you.
⬩ He won’t smoke at all that night, even if his nerves are begging him to. He’ll just have to wait until the drive home after dropping you off.
⬩ He probably won’t try to kiss you yet cause he’s trying to check if the date went well for you too, but if you end up kissing him he will not refuse.
⬩ He’ll drive you home with the windows down, a breeze filtering in through the truck gently. The radio is on but not loud. His hand is on your knee if you let him.
⬩ When he drops you off at the door, he’ll go full in if you do end up kissing him that night. Big arms wrapped around your waist. Slow, passionate kiss. No further yet, he’s a gentleman like that. (maybe he’ll give you a little kiss against your neck tho…)
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NSFW!!
⬩ Okay, yeah i said he’s probably not gonna hit it on the first date
⬩ BUT if it does end up happening, it’s because you initiated it
⬩ And it’s not just like it’s gonna happen simply because you initiated at the end of the night. You were probably teasing him all night long.
⬩ Tapping his leg with your foot under the table. Wrapping your hand around his arm and squeezing his bicep when he holds your hand. Flirting hard.
⬩ And then after all of that you invite him inside…what is a man supposed to do?
⬩ Everyday for Tim is pretty much a fight with his self control. Especially when it comes to his s/o.
⬩ He desperately wants to be this nice gentleman who just pampers his s/o, provides, doesn’t ask for anything, does make things about himself, all that. But like how can he not fuck you when you’ve been wordlessly begging him all night and now you’re literally inviting him inside and guiding him to your bedroom.
⬩ Of course when he gets in that bed he’s still gonna be gentle with you. It’s your first time with him after all.
⬩ He’ll give you head for like 20 min if you let him. This man is an EATER + a huge giver in general. Like I said in the SFW section, he’s a provider.
⬩ He has a condom in his wallet usually, just in case.
⬩ Once he gets inside you he’s internally begging himself not to bust quick. He usually doesn’t but you guys have been together for a while tonight and he’s losing his mind. And then on top of the fact that he had you in his mouth forever and heard all those little noises you’re making? yeah let’s hope he lasts.
⬩ He’s so good at aftercare. Cleaning you up with a warm, wet towel. Licking your thighs and between your legs. Kissing you everywhere. Holding you as you drift off, tired from being worked by him again and again. He’ll stay the night if he can just to keep holding you and kissing you (maybe fucking you a bit more too)
