Hey queen😇 Instead of makeup sxx after an argument how would the creeps react to their s/o giving them the silent treatment. Becauseeee ik we all love our sexy men but they lowkey need to learn a lesson… and im just stubborn like that when somewun makes me upset 💀🙏
They'd hate it lol 😭
The Creeps When Their S/O Gives Them The Silent Treatment
Toby
The fight was stupid. Something small that snowballed, and now you’ve gone quiet, refusing to look at him or answer when he speaks. Toby hates it. His tics pick up immediately, shoulders jerking harder than usual as he trails after you around the house like a lost puppy.
At first he tries words, voice cracking with his stutter. “C-come on, baby, talk to me… I didn’t mean it like th-that.” When you keep moving past him without a response, something in him shifts. He goes soft instead.
He starts small. Grabs your favorite soda and sets it down near you with careful hands, lingering like he’s hoping you’ll acknowledge it. Later, when you sit on the couch, he drops down right beside you, closer than necessary. His arm snakes around your waist after a minute, and when you don’t push him off, he gets bolder. Toby curls fully into you, face pressed into the crook of your neck, warm breath tickling your skin.
“You’re k-killing me here,” he mumbles against your throat, voice muffled and shaky. One of his hands rubs slow, soothing circles on your side, the same way you comfort him when his tics get bad. His body twitches every so often, but he holds on tighter. “I h-hate when you go quiet… makes my chest feel all weird and empty.”
You stay silent a little longer, stubborn, but he doesn’t give up. He nuzzles closer, pressing soft, almost pleading kisses along your jaw and temple. “Please? I’ll do a-anything… just l-look at me, baby.”
The warmth of him, the gentle clinginess, and the way his voice cracks eventually break you. You sigh and lean into his chest. Toby lights up instantly, arms squeezing you like he’s never letting go. “There you are,” he whispers, relief thick in his voice as he buries his face in your hair.
Tim
You go silent and Tim feels it like a wall slamming down between you. His face hardens. For the first few hours he matches your energy with his own brooding silence, jaw clenched, movements sharp as he stomps around the house. The tension in the air is thick enough to choke on.
Eventually it gets to him. He grabs his jacket. “Porch. Now,” he grunts, not really asking.
You follow him outside into the cold night air. Tim lights a cigarette, the flame briefly lighting up the hard lines of his face. He takes a long drag, then holds it out to you without looking over. You accept it, fingers brushing his. The two of you sit on the wooden steps, shoulders almost touching, passing the cigarette back and forth in the quiet.
After several minutes of smoke curling up between you, Tim exhales heavily. “This silent shit sucks,” he mutters. “I know I fucked up, alright? Didn’t mean to push it that far.”
He bumps his knee against yours, a small, tired gesture. When you finally mutter something back, even if it’s short, the stiffness in his shoulders eases. He takes the cigarette back, then surprises you by wrapping a heavy arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. His jacket smells like smoke and him.
“Next time just yell at me instead,” he says, pressing a rough kiss to the top of your head. “Hate not hearing your voice.”
Brian
Silent treatment is Brian’s specialty, so when you turn it on him, he hates it. His first instinct is to give it right back. He becomes a ghost in his own home: quiet footsteps, no unnecessary words. He does his tasks with that calm, detached precision, eyes passing over you without lingering, like he’s proving he can play this game better than anyone.
You feel the coldness of it after a few hours. The silence stretches, heavy and uncomfortable. Eventually you cave and ask for something small. “Brian… can you get the box from the top shelf?”
Without a word he crosses the room, tall frame reaching up easily. He sets the box gently in your hands, his fingers brushing yours for a moment longer than needed. The touch is warm, a tiny crack in the ice. He doesn’t speak, but his eyes soften just slightly when they meet yours.
You try again later with another small request. He helps every single time, wordless but attentive. A blanket draped over your shoulders when you look cold. A mug of tea left beside you without fanfare. Each act is silent, almost detached on the surface, but the care is there in the details - how he adjusts the blanket so it covers you properly, how the tea is made exactly how you like it.
Finally, when the weight of the silence becomes too much, you break it properly. “Brian… I hate this.”
He pauses what he’s doing, turning toward you slowly. For a long moment he just looks at you, expression unreadable. Then he steps closer, one hand coming up to rest lightly on your arm, thumb brushing your skin in a rare show of softness.
“I know,” he says. “I hate it too.” He doesn’t pull you in or overwhelm you with words, that’s not his way, but he stays close, letting the silence finally shift into something gentler. His hand lingers, steady and reassuring, until you’re ready to talk more.
Ben
Ben does not handle the silent treatment well. At all.
He starts annoying on purpose. Whining dramatically from across the room. “Baaaabe. Hello? Earth to my favorite person?” He drapes himself over the back of the couch while you’re sitting there, sighing loudly every thirty seconds. “I’m literally dying over here. Respawn me with attention, please.”
When that doesn’t crack you, he gets fidgety, guilt creeping in. Eventually he crawls onto the bed beside you, hair a mess, expression genuinely sorry for once. He pokes your side gently.
“Okay, okay… I was a dumbass. I’m sorry,” he says, voice softer. “I hate when you go all quiet like that.”
You glance over and he gives you that crooked, sheepish grin. “So… we good now? Can I make it up to you?” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Lemme eat you out. On my knees and everything. What do you say?”
You smack his arm and he laughs, rolling on top of you in a tangle of limbs, pressing sloppy kisses all over your face and neck until you’re laughing too. “There’s that sound I missed,” he mumbles against your skin, still grinning.
Jeff
Jeff reacts with his usual sharp edges first.
“Fine. Be a bitch then,” he snaps when you refuse to answer him, voice cutting. He storms out of the room, door slamming hard behind him. You hear him moving around the house for a while, restless and pissed.
But he comes back. He always does.
Later that night you’re lying in bed, still wrapped in silence, when the mattress dips heavily. Jeff stretches out on his back right beside you, close enough that his arm brushes yours. He doesn’t speak at first, just stares at the ceiling. Then he turns his head, looking at you with that dangerous, crooked smile - the one that’s equal parts asshole and charm.
“C’mon, baby,” he drawls. “You gonna freeze me out forever? I know I’m an asshole, I can't help it.” He shifts onto his side, facing you fully. One hand comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear with surprising gentleness. “Don’t make me beg.”
When you finally crack a tiny smile, his grin widens. He scoots even closer until his forehead rests against yours, breath warm on your lips. “There’s my girl,” he murmurs, voice dropping. “Hate not hearing you talk shit back to me. Don’t do that silent crap again, you hear me?”
He stays right there until the wall between you melts completely.
Jack
Jack notices the shift right away. His dark voids linger on you a little longer than usual, head tilting slightly in that quiet, thoughtful way. He seems a bit confused, like he’s not entirely sure what the right amount of space is, but he respects it completely.
He doesn’t crowd you. He moves around the infirmary or the house with his usual careful precision, still doing small things to take care of you from a distance: leaving water or snacks where you’ll find them, making sure the lights are dimmed when you’re in the room.
The silence stretches, but it never feels angry with Jack.
After some time, when you finally step closer or speak, he turns to you immediately. “Are you ready to talk?” he asks, voice low and calm, no pressure at all.
When you nod or reach for him, Jack pulls you in. His arms wrap around you with that careful, solid strength, cool skin against yours as a low purr starts rumbling deep in his chest. He rests his cheek against the top of your head, holding you close.
“I... missed your voice,” he murmurs quietly. His hands rub slow, soothing strokes down your back.
The purr deepens as you relax into him, letting you know without words that he’s willing to wait as long as it takes.
[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.]
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🜏[if i cannot inspire love, i will cause fear
- mary shelley]
The concept of Best-friend! Tim spending the night and you having a wet dream about him.
You two are sleeping side by side because it’s storming and you’re scared, asking him to stay here instead of the couch. He’s slipping in and out of consciousness, about to knock out completely- when he hears you gasp.
At first, he thinks you’re just stretching or something. However, you don’t go quiet after that. If anything, you progressively get louder.
Your thighs twitch together under the sheets, lips parting to let out the neediest whine. Your brows pinch up slightly, and you nuzzle into the pillow.
He’s tunnel visioned the entire time.
Focused on the little changes in your expression, heat curling in his stomach when your night gown refuses to stay in place. He feels guilty. It’s not like you could choose what you dreamt about or how you reacted. It was shameful for him to be getting off to the sounds you made.
That same turmoil starts eating him alive when you roll over. Now on your side, your leg thrown across his lap, your cunt is snug against the side of his thigh. You’re moaning into his shoulder, your hand balled against his chest.
It doesn’t help that you’re literally rutting into him either. His boxers ride up, and he can feel how wet you are, the thin fabric of your underwear soaked through. He’s frozen on the spot, cock throbbing on his thigh. And his eyes nearly bulge out of his head when the next thing you moan is his name.
He should be a good friend. He should wake you up and lie. Tell you that you were just having a nightmare, save you the embarrassment and move on.
But his selfishness wins.
Tim maneuvers you on top of him, making you straddle his hips. You want him, you want him bad enough to hump him in your sleep. At least that’s how he justifies it.
Your face is buried in his neck, your body rocking back and forth. Clumsy grinding, with your folds slotting over his length. Even through the layers, it’s enough, and his head tips back, mind hazy.
“Fuck.” He grunts, palms settling on your waist. His gaze is half lidded when he starts rocking up into you. The bedroom temperature spikes, and nothing but quiet pants fill the air. The pleasure is muted, prolonged- having him dribble pre against his stomach.
The bed squeaks a bit, his feet planting on the mattress for more leverage. Somewhere along the way, your panties had slipped to the side, and the second he thrusts, his cockhead nudges inside by an inch. The fabric of his boxers stretch, drenched in your mixed arousal as he bounces you a bit.
He’s fucking you with just the tip, feeling your pussy through the cotton. It’s too good to stop, and his breathing grows shallow. The squelching is obvious, lewd enough to make him twitch. He pulls out after a minute, reaching down blindly to free his cock before lining up with your cunt once more.
The satisfied groan that leaves him when he sinks inside balls deep rumbles in his chest. Eyes rolling back then scrunching shut. You blink drowsily two thrusts in, slurring. “Mm, Tim?” The sensations catch up to you only a moment later, and you arch sharply, mewling.
The stimulation up till this point crashes into you all at once, and you clamp around him, lips forming an ‘O.
You rock against his base desperately, limbs still heavy with sleep. The coil snaps, and you writhe over him, jolting as you cum. Tim bucks once, twice, his teeth grit. “Hah- shit. Sorry, baby.” He fills you to brim, gluey-white spend leaking out of your pussy. You swallow thickly. Dragging your head up and molding your lips together.
His fingers are digging into your waist, rough as you whine into his mouth. The friction on your clit makes you squirm, your slick gathering at his hilt, dripping down his balls. It’s disgustingly messy, and he snaps his hips into you.
The drag of his cock is so addictive it makes your brain melt. Heavy inside your tunnel, stretching you with each thrust. You claw at his shoulders, drooling while he pumps in and out. Sticky plaps bounce off the walls, entwining with your breathy moans and Tim’s low grunts—
Because is he really your best friend if he doesn’t help you out when you need it most?
Swears it’s all out of love. He wants to keep you as safe as possible, round the clock. He isn’t supposed to know your address, your place of work, your car registration number- he just does. He becomes addicted to new shreds of information on you, like you’re his favourite show and each new piece is a brand new episode he cant look away from.
He’ll climb up trees to stare in your bedroom window, watching you sleep for hours and imagining all the ways he could get away with crawling through your window and lying like a dog at the foot of your bed.
If he’s taking time to memorise your routines, he means no harm, really. He’s fallen for you, and he was never taught how to act normal in a situation like that.
♡ Ben ♡
Absolutely shameless about stalking you, to the point it borders on disgusting. Has cameras on your house, in your bedroom, in your car, in your workplace, anywhere you might just walk into. There’s a tab open on his computer that he can flick to and just watch you go about your day. He’ll sit while he’s waiting on a game to load, mindlessly watching you cook dinner for yourself.
He’s completely perverted about it too. Will angle cameras so he can stare down your shirt and watch while you get dressed. Gets off on the fact that you have no idea it’s happening.
Contacts you on occasion. He’ll text you from an unknown number just for kicks as he watches you confused, trying to decipher where it’s come from. He’s a technological mastermind, and in terms nof stalking, his game is miles above the others.
♡ Jeff ♡
He is not a stalker. Lets be real. If he falls in love with you, its gonna be an absolute slow burn. He thinks he’s too good to waste time following around someone else.
Saying that, he coincidentally appears in your area more times than he needs to be. He’ll brush it off, knowing no one has the guts to ask him why exactly, he’s been spotted near the same house six times in one week. He lies to himself, more than anything.
If he’s feeling really agitated about your whereabouts, he might tell Ben to work some of his magic and show him where you are. By this point, he’s obsessed with you to the point that even a ten second headstart won’t do a thing to save you.
♡ Tim ♡
He completely deludes himself into thinking this is for the greater good. Even if you have nothing to do with the Operator, he tricks his mind into thinking that if he leaves you unattended for more than a few days, you’ll get tracked down and targeted by him.
He blends in well with his surroundings. If you’re a regular at a certain coffee shop, he’ll coincidentally be sitting at the window table everytime you walk in. He’s the stranger sitting across from you on the bus, and the guy in the store standing next to you, idly browsing the drinks section.
Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night for water, and you swear you see a shadow standing in your backyard. It’s fleeting though- disappears when you rub your eyes. He never makes his presence known to you.
♡ Brian ♡
He’s a lot more cryptic about it than you think he’d be. Sure, his main priorities are remaining anonymous, but that doesn’t mean he can’t treat you every now and then.
He has all your routes mapped out, and uses this knowledge for benevolence more than anything. On icy mornings, expect to find the path you take to work has been completely cleared. On sunny mornings, expect to open your front door to see a fresh bottle of lemonade- a gift from a neighbour- waiting for you.
He never means to hurt you. He just thinks you’re precious, living in the world as innocent and naive as you do. He likes it when you look relieved at a gesture he’s sent your way. He hates that he’s such a lover, but it’s carved into his bones.
♡ Jack ♡
Probably the best, and most terrifying stalker to have. He’s extremely tactical, being an expert at breaking and entering, and lacks humanity more than any of the others, which is terrifying if you ever wake up at the wrong time.
He invites himself into your house to watch you sleep. He feeds on your energy. He’s starving for you, how can you blame him? Even being around you, watching your chest rise and fall is the sweetest of tortures and the foot of his addiction.
He picks locks and covers his tracks before sunrise. He’ll sit at the edge of your bed, only moving in the night, and gently brush his fingertips against your bare skin while you sleep. Each night, he gets closer and closer to acting on his impulses, but your beauty is a reckoning. It’s the one thing that makes him hesitate.
But maybe something with the creepypasta men cumming in their pants unexpectedly and how they’d react.
ONE KISS, THEN WE FUCKIN', I JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH
Synopsis. CRP men cumming in their pants
Pairing Ticci Toby x Reader, Jeff the killer x Reader, Masky x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, SMUT, cumming, mention of weed, face fuckinh, slight dirty talking
A/N: tysm for requesting <3
ticci toby
its no surprise really
listen, he didn't have experience, he once got a handjob in a bar ONCE, but that's about it
swear he doesnt
after dating for a while, you decided that you wanted to sleep with him.
you told Toby that you were ready, and he was excited!
maybe a little too excited
once you were in your bedroom, passionately making out with him, you started to undress him
unbuckling his belt and you realized a wet spot
"Toby?"
he stayed quiet.
"Toby... did you cum already?"
he is so embrassed and actually wants to die at the moment
cover his face with his hands and groans
"I-I'm sorry, it's just it-it's just been a while, yo-you know?"
"its okay baby, I didn't know you were THIS excited" You giggled
dont laugh at him because it's going to hurt his ego
if you ever bring it up, he will deny it, swearing it never happened
jeff the killer
since NNN is ending in a few days, I decided to do a semi hc for jeff
jeff is kinda a sex addict
godforbid a guy loves the way your pussy wraps around him
around the fifth day of him not being inside you, he is losing his mind
fuck why did he have to start this stupid bet anyway
what was the goal
doesn't matter anyway, he's five days in and he swears he can handle it.
wouldnt want to end up like Toby's weak ass
around the seventh day, he's more pissed off than usual
snapping at people, starting stupid arguments
he's just bored
hes copes by smoking weed, but that doesn't help him feel better
nine days in, and he sees you wear these cute pairs of panties. They're black and have ruffles on them, and usually he doesn't pay attention to this type of shit, but today. today was different
controlled himself for that night, but your smell and your ass being on print made him lose it
you had enough of his stupid bet and decided to test his limits
nothing jeff hates more than seeing you get close to another guy
so when you start laughing really loud at one of Toby's stupids and see tobys stupid grin.
jeff loses it
was all cocky at first, dragging you to his room and ripping your clothes
doesnt even care about the stupid bet anyways
calls you a stupid bitch
everything was fine until you touched his dick
you literally palmed his dick, and he came.
he actually doesn't care though.
too pissed to care, he gets rid of his boxers and starts facefucking you
masky
hes a busy guy you can't judge him
with slenderman on his ass about the missions, having to deal with toby, and barely having any time to sleep, let alone fuck anyone.
he was pent up.
being a proxy isn't a job that anyone would take, but he was forced to
don't get me wrong, he definitely has experience.
he knows how to pleasure his girl
but when he was sent to a two-month mission, safe to say he was pissed
no point in jerking off since he knew his hand could never compare to yours.
doesnt help he also had to share a room with two other guys he doesnt like
once he comes back from the missions, he doesn't take his shoes or jacket off. No he's looking for you
finds you in your room in a towel
"Tim? Hi baby, when did you get hom- oh !?" you couldn't even finish your sentences before he threw you down onto your shared bed.
"Tim, wait !" he got too greedy, too impatient
last two months have been torture
he ignores you and starts kissing you everywhere
"you have no idea how much I missed your pussy "
makes you open your mouth so you can suck his fingers, and he starts fingering you.
then his mouth was on your clit.
he felt himself get harder but ignored it. you were too important
when he was finished, you wanted to return the favor, but sucking him off but you had to stop and look at his pants. They were wet? This never happened.
"Tim why is your crotch wet?"
"Because of you baby? spread your legs for me"
he's not even embarrassed, he has no shame. Why would he?
this doesn't stop him from the fact that he wants to pound your poor little pussy.
He’s also very dutiful, and a step-by-step guy. No cutting corners! Also has his files organized in a “controlled chaos” system that no one else understands lol.
Gonna do Hoody and Toby next probably👍 I already have my oc ready but I’m scared to post her aoaodhdhjs
Thank you guys for showing enthusiasm for my silly headcanons! It means a lot :)
Tim’s the kind of boyfriend that when you’re sleeping in the same bed, he’s got one strong arm wrapped around your waist and his face pressed into your shoulder, snoring so loud you swear the pictures on the dresser are rattling.
He’s got you trapped between him and the wall, pushing up against your back and burning you up with that overwhelming warmth he always seems to radiate. You nudge him, saying, “Tim, can you scoot over. It’s too hot, I can’t get comfortable.”
He grunts, taking a deep breath before rolling onto his back—but he drags you with him.
You wind up facedown on top of him, head laid against his chest, his arms wrapped around your back. He grumbles something like, “Better?” and you just nod.
It’s still hot, and he smells like cigarette smoke and way too much coffee, but you can’t deny how comfortable laying on top of him is. And as an extra bonus, he scratches your back gently until you fall asleep.
He’ll never admit it, though, just blaming it on your shitty sleeping.
Part One: Proxies x GN! Reader [SFW] part Two, part Three
Includes: Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, and Kate the Chaser
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˚₊‧⁺ TICCI TOBY ˚₊‧⁺
▪︎ Toby is overly clingy and constantly needs reassurance that you do in fact still love him
▪︎ He absolutely loves physical touch. His hands are always touching you, whether it be his arm around your shoulder, holding your hand, or hugging your waist as his head rests on your shoulders
▪︎ He loves to give bear hugs or picks you up whenever he sees you
▪︎ He often does small stuff to annoy you or get your attention. Whether that be licking your hand or face, tapping or poking your arm repeatedly, saying your name over and over until you reply
▪︎ He will do almost anything to have a bit of your attention
▪︎ He is very over the top with affection. Hugging you randomly and won't let go until you push him away, kissing your face all over until you're giggling and laughing, will find you little gifts
▪︎ He's often very blunt about how he feels
▪︎ He's very spontaneous and incredibly energetic. He needs someone who can handle him and keep up with his energy
▪︎ While out on missions, he will give you life updates for everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. He sees a pretty rock, you should expect to be sent a picture and a text about how the rock reminded him of you. Him and the other just finished their mission, you'll get a messy rundown full of grammatical errors, and a very eccentric Toby
▪︎ He will drop everything to help you if you need it
▪︎ He is a very devoted lover, practically worshiping you like his very own God. You mean everything to him, and he'll do everything for you. Just give him the word and he'll do it
▪︎ He often doubts his worth compared to you. He'll often overthink and begin to believe that he doesn't deserve you and that you'll eventually become bored of him and leave
▪︎ He gets insanely jealous. It's messy. He sees another person acting too handsy, and he is asserting himself. Acting overly affectionate and sending death glares. If someone is hitting on you, it's best not to question what happens to them next
▪︎ He loves to pamper you. You're his whole world, he wants you to feel how much he cares about you
▪︎ He's very insecure, with constant overthinking, and tends to become overly clingy when he feels too insecure
▪︎ Talks about you a LOT, practically word vomits about you to anyone that will give him the time of day. He loves talking about you and how perfect you are
▪︎ Absolutly adores praise, give him praise, and he'll be all over you in and instant practically begging for more
▪︎ Nicknames often consist of a play or shortening of your name. Other times, he will call you baby or sweetheart
˚₊‧⁺ TIM WRIGHT/ MASKY ˚₊‧
▪︎ He's rather protective of you. Having very little control in his life, all he wants is to have something that's just for him and he'd do anything to keep it that way
▪︎ A big fan of acts of service. Will often do small things for you whether you ask him to or not
▪︎ He isn't the best with words, often struggles to convey how he feels, and prefers to keep his thoughts to himself instead of talking to you to avoid arguments or fights. More often than not, this has the opposite effect, much to his dismay
▪︎ He is very slow to open up, opting to keep to himself. The more comfortable he becomes with you, the more he will shed his layers and let you in
▪︎ Tim tries his best to keep Masky away from you, a part of him he doesn't want you to see. Eventually, you do meet Masky. He's cold, nothing like your usually caring boyfriend. Masky cares about you, of course, but in his own, cold way
▪︎ Masky seems to see you more of a 'pet' than a lover
▪︎ Tim loves to give you random compliments. Little reminders that he loves and cherishes you
▪︎ Date nights aren't often with his line of work, so he often opts to take you on late night drives. The music is low, and the wind whips your hair as the two of you drive down old country roads, past fields, and trees
▪︎ Prefers a more private relationship. To him, your relationship doesn't need to be anyone else's business. Of course if you want to tell people about it, he won't have a problem. But he won't go out of his way to talk about your relationship
▪︎ When you guys are together, expect him to be holding your hand. His thumb idely rubbing the top of your hand as he stands beside you in conversation with another person, his hand firmly holding onto yours
▪︎ Once you begin dating, you hear nicknames more than your own name. A collection of "Honey, hun, and sugar," all said in a tone that is slight and sweet, reserved just for you
▪︎ He is incredibly patient
▪︎ Tim doesn't really get jealous. Of course, if someone is hitting on you, he will take matters into his own hands. Pulling you close and asserting himself, making sure it is known that you are his and his alone
▪︎ He is incredibly scared to lose you, often pushing himself away to avoid the possibility of you deciding you don't love him anymore. He often self sabotages just to save himself the pain and heartache, but once he knows for certain you aren't going anywhere, he keeps you close
▪︎ While out on missions, he will often send you little texts reminding you that he loves and misses you. He doesn't quite blow up your phone, but he definitely texted more than he often would if he wasn't on a mission
˚₊‧⁺ BRIAN THOMAS/ HOODIE ₊‧⁺
▪︎ Words of affirmation. That man is constantly reassuring you and saying the sweetest things
▪︎ He loves to compliment you. You got your haircut? He's telling you how perfect you look multiple times a day. New clothes? That man is raving on and on about how good you look and how he can't believe your his
▪︎ He loves to tease you. Jokes, small quips, and sly comments are just his things.They're always said with a smirk on his face, his eyes lit up as he looks at you as if you're his whole world
▪︎ He is constantly photographing or recording you. His camera is filled with candid moments, pictures of the two of you out on dates, pictures that you sent him while he is away,and just random moments where he whipped out his phone to record or photograph you. He often looks over these memories while out on missions and away from you
▪︎ Keeps a photograph of you tucked away in his wallet
▪︎ Likes to write and leave you little notes lying around. Short cute love notes reminding you that he loves you or small reminders to drink water, ect.
▪︎ He's a very perceptive lover. He notices small changes in your mood or stature whether you tell him what's wrong or not. He won't pry, but he will try to fix whatever has you upset
▪︎ He gives off golden retriever vibes honestly
▪︎ Hoodie on the other hand, is cold. He cares about you of course, but in his own fucked up way. Often putting you in harms way because of his carelessness
▪︎ Brian will do absolutely anything for you, name it and he will do it
▪︎ He is very affectionate, often hugging, kissing, or cuddling you whenever he gets the chance
▪︎ He is just effortlessly charismatic and attractive. Can make a whole room laugh with just a simple off the shoulder joke
▪︎ Loves to praise you and tell you how proud and happy he is to be with you. Often, he tells you how happy you make him and how he's never felt this way
▪︎ Often calls you " Darlin', babe, or love"
▪︎ He doesn't get jealous all that often, but when he does, he makes it known. Arms wrapped securely around you, pressing kisses against your neck as you are in mid conversation, glaring at whoever attempted to hit on you
˚₊‧⁺ KATE THE CHASER ˚₊‧⁺
▪︎ Kate loves quality time. Just sitting alone with you whether you are doing something together or quietly doing your own things, it doesn't matter to her as long as she's with you
▪︎ She loves to give gifts. She could be out on a mission and see something that reminder her of you, whether it be a pretty rock or trinket, she's bringing it home to you
▪︎ She loves to take little candid pictures of you. Something to remind her of you while she's gone
▪︎ She's actually a very good drawer, often drawing pictures for you in her free time. At first, they were little stick figures holding hands, but slowly, her art progressed and got better as she drew more and more. Your walls are decorated in the drawings that she has given you, even if they are little stick figures
▪︎ She loves to be praised by you. She would do anything to make you happy and proud of her just so she could have your attention and praise on her
▪︎ She often self sabotages. In her head, she doesn't deserve good things, and you're the best thing that could have happened to her. As time goes on, she slowly loses this ideology and becomes more sure in herself and your relationship
▪︎ Kate craves love and affection, but she doesn't know exactly how to ask for it. She's awkward, face flushed red as she tries to tell you that she wants attention, her words jumbled as they fall from her lips
▪︎ This girl is a yearned through and through. Practically worships the ground you walk on
▪︎ She is very respectful. She respects you and your space, often giving you too much space in hopes that she is being respectful to you and your boundaries. Doesn't often ask for anything unless prompted
▪︎ She doesn't like big gestures, she prefers more small and relaxed things. Dates are often rare but still thoughtful. Little picnics in the forest, trips to art museums, and cafe dates that often result in the two of you walking around the town hand in hand as you admire the small local businesses
▪︎ She calls you simple terms of endearment, often consisting of love and dear or just your name
▪︎ Kate is very jealous. She tries her best to contain her jealousy and be as respectful as she can. But something about someone trying to put their hands know what's hers really rubs her the wrong way
