tim would be so done with me making phoenix wright jokes about him because of his last name also being wright. like my first reaction to finding out his last name was wright was just "wright? like... ace attorney's pheonix wright? was one of your family members perhaps a famous defense attorney?"
Hi! I was wondering if you could write for Jealous! Tim x reader? The reason being is that since reader isn’t a proxy she stays at the cabin most of the time and because of that Tim asks Brian if he could check in on reader. Sometimes Tim comes home to see Brian and reader being very friendly like her offering him snacks and inviting him for dinner or something. The rest is up to you ofc! just thought of this!!
comment . . . i had to take my time on this every time i'd write a paragraph id start thinking about tim pouting and get so hard i'd black out so im sorry it took so long to finish this :( IM SO PASSIONATE ABOUT TIM'S DEVOTION, he'd drop to his Knees in prayer just for your attention ......... heheh
tim wright / masky x fem!reader (18+) ♡ 2.4k wc
content . . . SMUT, possesive tim, brian is just a good friend, unsanitary activities on a kitchen counter, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation, implied marathon sex, tim's nicotine addiction makes an appearance.
Tim would never admit it, but he was way too possessive.
Everyone who knew him, who knew you, could see it clearly.
Your blind devotion to him was silly to most, but you were happy at the cabin with your Tim. His sweet girl sat at home waiting for him everyday, so his mind was often with you. That’s why these late nights killed him. Missions that took him hours away from home, just to drop tapes? Find some guy in the woods? He was normally exhausted with his work, but now he had you sitting pretty. His reward after a long day.
He knew you were lonely though.
The way you’d sigh, lamenting that you wished you could go out with him. You’d call them his ‘trips’ like he wasn’t coming home with blood on his jacket. Sitting and watching the window waiting for him all alone. Sure others came and stayed at the cabin, but proxies weren’t the best company. Most of the time you sat by yourself, people learned fast that Tim didn’t like too many people bothering the two of you. The mansion was basically off limits, even if you loved all visitors.
He honestly felt a little guilty, like a pet he needed to get a friend for. Asking Brian to check in on you honestly felt like the only realistic option. He was good enough, normal enough, and understood Tim enough that he wouldn’t treat you badly. In his mind, he didn’t see what could go wrong. Especially when the assignments started stretching longer, coming back later to find you curled up on the uncomfortable couch in one of his flannels. Even if he loved the sight, loved picking you up and carrying you to bed as you wrapped limp arms around his neck. He couldn’t keep you away forever, he knew this.
Tim wouldn’t admit that he was a jealous man either. He was much too stubborn.
Coming back earlier than normal, he was just happy that he didn’t make you wait up too late. At 11 pm his truck wheels rolled down the hidden driveway into the woods from a less travelled backroad. Traversing the bumps at fast speeds just to make it back to you. At 11:15, he found the warm light from the cabin. No sign of you in the window, but there was a part of him that hoped he’d find you just waiting at the door. He grabbed his jacket, smirking at the thought of seeing you waiting for him in the bed. Locking the truck, Tim assured himself that dessert before dinner would be fine. Tim opened the unlocked door, just wanting to see you.
“Hey–” He announced to the home, the smell of your cooking hit him before he could even see you.
“Tim!” You called from behind the kitchen island, holding a pot you’d forgotten about on the stove. He smiles, tossing his jacket onto the couch as he makes his way to you. Holding your arms open for a tight hug. Just what he needed, and your specialty.
Just outside of his line of sight, leaned Brian against the kitchen counter. Drinking one of Tim’s beers from the back of the fridge, the expensive kind he saved for long days. Smirking his gap tooth grin with the bottleneck between his fingers, “You’re back early.”
Tim’s eyes narrowed, “Did I interrupt something?” He had to remind himself that not everyone was out to get him, that a small comment like that wasn’t a personal attack.
“You didn’t interrupt anything!!” You brought him back from the forming blind rage in his mind, shooting a joking glare to Brian. “We were talking about how I made way too much, that’s all.” Hanging onto him, your sweet smile reminding him of just how happy he was to come back home early.
“Guess I’ll just have to share tonight–” Brian half-muttered into his drink before looking back at Tim. “You’re a lucky guy, Tim.”
Maybe it was the bad mood that’d been forming after being apart for so long. Maybe it was the rough ride home. Maybe it was Tim just reading into things too closely. You laughed at Brian’s quip and suddenly Tim felt like all the walls were closing in, a box forming around his brain.
“Yeah.” His mouth tight, eyebrows tense. Jesus, he really tried not to look like a paranoid freak in front of you. “Yeah.” Tim assured himself again, repeating it like a prayer that he wouldn’t lose his mind standing on the kitchen tile. You still hugged onto his arm, unaware of his sudden shift, unaware that he was ready to murder his ‘best friend’.
Brian seemed to notice the subtle shift, “Yeah..” He responds back with a soft chuckle while setting the half-full bottle onto the counter. Hand in his pocket, “I should- uh. Probably get out of here though. More for you, right?” Tim stared straight through him, watching for any sign that he’d try to take what was his.
As Brian got his boots, Tim thought about his charismatic friend. His flirtatious gaze, the way his eyes check out basically anyone in his path, that gap-tooth smile. Brian wished you good night, nodding at Tim before the door shut behind him. Sealing the quiet inside, you’d detached from his side, now happily preparing a plate.
“It’s too bad that Brian couldn’t stay–” You start, dishing out a serving of something he didn’t care about. He watched your back, your hair moving softly in the warm kitchen light, anyone could see how beautiful you were. Brian especially, his tastes were always so similar to Tim’s. He couldn’t stomach the thought of you succumbing to his charm. “I made so much, but I don’t think you’ve ever turned down my–” You turn your head, looking his way and instantly noticing the grimace that formed from all of those dark thoughts. “Tim, what’s wrong?” Your voice is all soft and sweet, setting down the ceramic plate and fully turning to meet him.
Head cocked all cute, Tim can’t look you in the eyes. “Tim..” You step closer and he’s sighing.
“You- oh!” Of course, you try to reach out before he grabs your wrist. Pulling you into a deep, desperate kiss.
His lips crash into yours, greedily. Wanting more with every rough press against you. Your body grinding into him, arms snaking around his neck. Tim knows he’s acting immature, but you’re the only thing that matters to him. His tongue slipping alongside yours, taking all of you in without regard. You moan into him, letting him consume your attention. Of course you were waiting on him, of course you would never give Brian the time of day. You were his. ‘Tim’s property’ above your head like a lit sign.
“T-Tim..” You manage to get out between the heat of his kiss. Breaking for air only for a second before he pulled you back in again. You’re so tight in his arms, standing on your toes as he supports you against his solid frame.
His hands trail down your back, palms flush against your oversized sleep shirt. Fingers toying at the hem that just covered your tiny cotton shorts. If he were Brian, Tim knew he’d struggle keeping his eyes off the plush of your thighs. Thighs that were now lifted and wrapped at his waist, allowing more space for his kiss to push deeper. When he finally breaks from your kiss, you feel lightheaded. Swirling in the random burst of his love.Your arms lay limp around his broad shoulders, and that jealous flame nearly dims. In its smoldering ashes is a new goal, showing you who could love you more.
Brian couldn’t win when it came to his own animalistic urges.
You plant soft and weak kisses against the heat of his throat. Muttering into his neck about how badly you missed him. How it’s not the same when you’re alone. Out of habit, a groan escapes him. Your breath flutters across his skin, goosebumps rising as he holds himself back from tearing you apart. Tim knows you wouldn’t betray him, you wouldn’t hurt him like the rest. He was so greedy with your attention. Your love and affection was as addictive as the cigarettes in his back pocket.
He’s settling you onto the counter, right where Brian leaned against earlier.
You don’t notice, now sucking small bruises onto his neck. Tim’s just trying not to lose himself so early in the night. His hips press against the edge of the counter, his buckle clinking against the polished stone. You’re pushing your hips against him, not wanting to let him go long enough for him to undo the belt that held him back. “Now, hold on…” He groans softly, warning you and reminding himself to calm down.
His hands leave you long enough to undo his buckle. The ends hang limp on his hips as his jeans button open. You just whine the longer it takes him to pull himself from the denim and cotton that felt near suffocating.
You decide in a fit of impatience to help him out. Fingers trailing from their spot on his arms to the opening in his jeans. Tim’s basically throbbing against your touch, sharply sucking in air between his teeth. “Gh..God..” He chokes out, his hands bracing himself against the countertop on either side of your hips.
You’re so delicate with your touch. One hand holding his shaft, the other tracing one finger around his tip.
A shaky breath through clench teeth from your teasing. He almost feels like letting you get away with it. Your torturously slow touch almost causes him to spill into your palm. His voice is low when he finally speaks, “Just…ugh… jus’ let me…” Tim tries to reason with your smile. His eyes fall to your thighs rubbing together for any bit of friction to your own desire.
His knees drop, weak in front of your gaze. He slips your shorts off, panties tossed alongside them. You’re only in the large sleepshirt and nothing else, feeling totally exposed in front of him.
He half expected you to get shy, wondering if you’d feel shy in front of Brian. Your half-lidded eyes stare through him, legs parting without him needing to tease you to open for him. You let him in, and that’s all he needs.
Thick arms pull you closer to the edge, wrapping behind your thighs and holding you tight.
First licking a long stripe up your slit, kissing your clit softly. His deep eyes looking up at the red spreading across your cheeks. You don’t squirm until he presses the thick, flat surface of his tongue against your bud. Dragging it up, then circling your clit with the tip of his tongue. Hips buck against him, but he doesn’t relent against you. His tongue moves faster, encompassing your peak. You whine, eyes clenched while you try leaning closer.
Tim loves watching you, it only motivates him to work harder at making you happy. His cock pulses expectantly each time he pulls off, watching you sensitively twitch.
He can’t really keep himself from you, but he also isn’t the kind of guy to torture himself.
One of his arms leaves you, his hand wrapping around his dick to help the ache of not being inside you. His mouth returns to you, stroking along his shaft as if you were some porno displayed in front of him. Your head falls back at his attention, your cunt dripped with a mix of his saliva and your slick. Tim groans, the vibration ripping through you. Nearly dying right there, he unwraps your other thigh and teases at your entrance with two digits. Prodding, nearly entering, then returning to the teasing pokes. Your gummy walls nearly suck in his fingers before he pushes his index and middle into your needy cunt.
Tim strokes along his length, thick brows knit tightly at the pleasure. His head lulls to your thigh, twitching from the stretch of his fingers. His breath heavy as he jerked off to the sight of you. His fingers work in fast, deep thrusts. Each one sloppier than the last with how he fucked into his fist. You’re just as greedy as him, practically bouncing on his palm.
His fingers hook, you cry out. Tim leans in to plant an unsteady kiss to your pussy, and you nearly collapse against the kitchen counter. You cum harder against him, slick drooling as he pulls his fingers. Placing them flat on his tongue and licking them clean all while holding your eyes. His occupied hand continues to stroke himself, finishing with a low groan against the plush of your thigh. Sweat sticking him against you as he drips onto the linoleum beneath him.
Panting thick, hot breath onto your skin. Tim takes a moment before rising, unsteadily, but still pulling himself up.
“Ti-Tim…” You’re still reeling from your climax too, flustered and wanting more. Your arms wrap back around his neck, pulling him into another kiss. His lips are still glistening with you, his half hard dick twitches back to life. He lifts you up easily, your legs hooking around his waist. The bedroom feels too far, but somehow you make it in one piece. Only after a trip to the couch, the hallway table, and eventually the cotton sheets of your shared bed.
Only after hours of fucking you stupid, do you get a moment of rest.
Tim propped upon his side of the bed, you lay against his bare chest. It’s quiet aside from the sounds of the summer frogs chirping from the open window. Tim’s post-coital cigarette making an appearance was a good sign that he needed a breather too. Nothing needed to be said, but Tim’s mind went right back to the thought of Brian. He considered telling him to fuck off, maybe he could just cut corners and try to come home before midnight? He didn’t really like sloppy work, but if it was for you… Tim shook his head, laughing at the thought as he exhaled smoke.
You lift up, looking at him. “What’s up?”
He just shakes his head again, free hand rising to pet down your hair with a smile. “Nothing, darlin’. Just thinking of something funny.” He taps his cigarette against the rim of the ashtray propped up on his thigh.
You lay your head back down with a soft sigh, and Tim perks up. “Hm?” He hums, taking another drag from the filter.
“Dinner’s definitely cold by now, huh?” You seem so serious, thinking of the food left behind. Tim can’t help but laugh at the sentiment. A deep, genuine chuckle when you raise up again. “Hey!” You warn with a smile, but he can’t help it.
Jealousy felt pointless when he really thought about it. You’re too sweet to him, just his girl and no one else's.
old drafted post but i'm finally getting to this bc i think i talked abt this in tags but i gave transfem tim an actual name and basically i'm calling her sam now
her full name is going to be samantha marie wright (the middle name is for masky bc i think it'd be a little funny if she had a name but no one bothered to ask her) (also it allows the two of them to be called by name without outing themselves as plural)
she struggles to even acknowledge or accept the possibility of her transness but it's through her plurality that she's able to gradually come to terms with it and process a lot of repressed feelings from over the years
i think a lot got muddled with grief and paranoia so for her to get away and to live in a safer environment is probably scary but also gives her the chance to get to know herself and her headmate :]
Finally after months of waiting he's arrived and just in time for my up coming birthday. While I have only been a fan of marble hornets for about 3 years now. I love the series and I'm so happy I was able to get him.
