#tim !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[remirtillo]

tim looks so done bc this happens often

[bleed-more]

Been doing daily MH requests on my discord.

This is Day 1: "Tim beating up Alex" :P

[ambar-telumendil]

Behold!!

✨✨Teaholding video✨✨

[pandeplatano13]

Me voy a tardar unos 590 años en terminar so sketch, no idk why where or how they are sleeping in the same bed

[ofstly]

[fellaorg]

Soldier Boys

[craziestfeline]

Drowning in his shirt

synopsis: tim ended up sleeping on the couch after a long night, when he wakes up, he finds his girlfriend wearing his shirt. tags: fluff, slight smut?, fem!reader ,suggestive comments, lots of skinship, tim worships reader lmao. a.n: i realised how much i love writing tim as a tired affectionate boyfriend- manifesting to get a man like him ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )

tim doesnt even remember when he returned back home.

he had a rough night, had way too many people to deal with and just wanted to get home. when he arrived, he tossed himself on the couch and passed out.

the morning came in, sunlight streamed in, which woke him up. he groaned, covering his face.

he could hear the soft whistle of the kettle, along with the aromatic coffee he loves. he slid his hands off his face and turned towards the kitchen.

to find you, brewing coffee.

but that wasnt the main point. it was the fact you were his shirt.

"sweetheart..?" he called out, his voice raspy and tired.

you turned your head around, a smile blooming on your face. "good morning, pretty boy."

his heart did a little somersault, he absolutely loved seeing you being like this. he stood up from the couch, still in his suit because he had no energy to change.

he walked up to you and pulled you into a hug. "looking so good in my clothes..." he murmured.

you chuckled, pulling back slightly and kissing his jaw. "yea? you think so baby?"

he hummed in response, ducking his head down and burying his face in your chest. practically suffocating himself between your breast, and he didnt help, he is right where he is supposed to be.

this was his heaven.

later that day, tim was followed behind you like a lost puppy.

"s'pretty, my girl.." he mumbled, you were sitting on his lap, back facing towards him. "its a crime to look this good in my clothes, princess."

he pressed his lips on your nape, he kept rambling about how weak he gets when he sees you like this. especially on days when he is extra tired.

you couldnt help but giggle, slightly amused by your boyfriends words.

tim melted even more, whining and resting his face on your shoulder.

"love you so much.."

he lifted his head up, bringing it close to your lips and nipped your ear lobe teasingly.

"however.. you would look better if i covered you with my love bites."

your voice hitched. that was an unexpected switch of moods.

"fuck.. its driving me crazy how you arent wearing anything inside, just this stupid shirt.." he whispered frustratingly.

he cupped your breast, gently fondling them.

you bit down on your lower lip, controlling yourself to not laugh. despite him trying to act all hot by saying that, you cant help but find him cute.

"timmy, you do realize that your cuteness is killing me right?"

that comment made him pull away and look at you like a cat being called fat for eating too much treats. offended as fuck.

"excuse me? i am here trying to worship you and- and-" he groaned, burying his face back on your shoulder.

"you know what? forget it. am too fuckin' tired for this."

you chuckled lovingly, ruffling his hair.

a.n(2): i hate being sick. its so UGHHHHHH. anyways enjoy this very spontaneous writing because i didnt plan this out properly 😻i think next i will write something related to rafayel or caleb? then switch back to my hubby. apologise for late posting, i will try to be more activeeee 🥹