#tim wright headcanons

[sabbathofruin]

boyfriend!tim wright headcanons <3

[cw: f!reader, mentions of smoking, fluff, smut, piv, fingering, breeding kink, tim calls reader 'bunny', sweet home alabama big daddy!tim] [words: 1.2k]

𖦤ᯤ tear you apart - she wants revenge ↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ ─•──── ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

"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.]

🜏[ruin's masterlist]

🜏[if i cannot inspire love, i will cause fear - mary shelley]

[theamberparadise]

TW; blood, cuts, wounds, deep wounds, tetanus risk (LOL), suggestive flirting, scars, self-inflicted wounds, cigarettes

divider credits; @robinavitchslut

Training as a nurse under Eyeless Jack’s supervision did not come with a call button. But it did come with Tim, Toby, and Brian trying to flirt with you.

Tim was an occasional visitor. He liked guns. And he liked getting into fights with them. The aftermath? Not so much.

He’s on the cot, hissing whenever the suture needle passes through his scar-ridden skin. You apologize, ever so silently, whispering i’m sorry’s and just a little more’s while your eyes remain fixed and focused on the deep red cut caused by a move too close and a move too reckless. The bullet had only grazed his skin– but it was deep. Not to mention it was squarely on his bicep, and he needed to repair the heater today.

He hisses at the second-to-the-last stitch. You look up at him, worriedly, with those big pretty eyes of yours. “I’m so sorry,” you breathe, voice kept at a sweet low. Tim smiles through the pain. “‘S alright, doll. You’re only doin’ your job.” You look up to smile at him, before spotting his eyes on your cleavage, before flickering back into yours. “You comfy in that dress?”

The southern drawl sends waves from your spine to your ribs.

You look down shamefully. Your uniform, white and pure, suddenly was now inches down half on your chest, giving anyone glancing a view to admire. You blush profusely, carefully dragging your top up. “Yeah…” you start, finishing off the stitch. “Yeah– I’m okay in this. Do you– do you feel better–”

Tim takes your hand, slightly topping your frame, and presses your palm against his cheek. “Shame. I was looking forward to take it off of you.”

You do a double take. “What?”

“If your dress wasn’t comfy,” he started. “Maybe you shoulda just taken it off.”

Tim pecks your cheek before leaving a half-finished cigarette pack on the cot. One of the sticks had his number written on it.

Toby was next. He was more consistent with his visits– partly because he doesn’t even know he’s bleeding out unless someone points it out to him, and partly because he doesn’t know how not to be reckless in everything he does.

Toby was leaning backwards, propped up on his elbows with his shirt lifted up to his chest. Scars adorned his torso like gruesome Christmas lights. Most of his wounds healed irregularly– and you were determined to sanitize the newest one well.

Betadine bottle in your hand and cotton in the other, you whisper up to him. He thinks you have the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen. You rest your wrist on his knee. “This is gonna sting, but it’ll clean your cut so it’ll heal nicely and won’t get infected.” Toby grins, gash making grim sounds of saliva disconnecting from teeth. “Duh–don’t sweat it,” he whistles. “I cuh–can’t f-feel it anywa–way.” 

You smile kindly at his endurance. Betadine-soaked cotton pinched securely in your hand, you start lightly dabbing the disinfectant on his cut, getting firmer on the deeper parts– but otherwise as gentle as you can on the rest.

Toby watches your face closely. He snickers. “Y-you really like me that muh–much, huh?” Your head snaps up at him, startled and confused. “I’m– I’m sorry?” Toby grins wider, leaning in a little more. “You wouldn’t be this cuh–careful with m-me if you didn’t l-like me.” Blushing, you finish up disinfecting his wound, but his hand stops yours from patching the gauze up on him.

“Tell me I–I’m your favorite patient,” he mutters.

You look up at him once more. “You’re… you’re my favorite patient, Toby.”

Grinning, he lets go of your hand and lets you patch him up, and leaves without another word.

Brian had nicked his finger while repairing his work table. He had asked you for a simple clean-and-patch. 

The cut was bleeding, but had since stopped when you put enough pressure. Fearing infection, you asked him questions.

“Did you get cut on a rusty surface?” Brian shakes his head, a faint smile on his face. “Clean blade. Nothin’ shabby.” You nod, inhaling the cologne he had spritzed on himself earlier today, now mixed with the metal of nails, shaved wood, and summer air.

“This’ll sting. Tell me if you need a break, okay?” looking up at him, Brian chuckles briefly. “A break from you? I’d sit here all day if you asked me to, sweetpea.”

Blushing— god why couldn’t you just stop BLUSHING— you purse your lips together and start lightly brushing the liquid on his cut. Brian was quiet the whole time, almost as if drinking every twinge of pain with no problem. Wrapping the bandage around his finger, nice and tight and pristine, you exhale in your seat, gazing up at him.

He’s smiling at you. You clear your throat, “Everything feel okay? No itchiness or anything like that?” Brian shakes his head. “No, miss nurse. Everything’s handy dandy now that you’re here to take care ‘f me,” He leans in close, rubbing his cut with his other hand, looking intently at the newly-treated cut. “After all, it took me a little courage to put this cut on m’self.”

Brian looks up at you, face so close you can feel the heat radiating off of him. “Thanks for the treatment, nurse.”

Red and embarrassed and frigid, you sat still on your seat while he used his knees to prop himself up. Brian stops eerily still when he reaches the doorway. 

He looks back at you from behind. “Come by the garage when you can, yeah? I don’t know if I’ll accidentally hurt myself again.”

The door closes with a click.

You asked Jack for the rest of the day off.

[rainrot4me]

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.

꩜ .ᐟ

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Y/N: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

Tim: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

[noctiva]

Headcanons of how the pastas would kill reader? Like they still love reader but orders

OHHHHHH MORE ANGST! OKAY!

(cw: for pretty gory descriptions of death - specifically in jack, cody, and jeff’s sections)

Toby:

A losing battle.

The way I view Toby, when he is in love, he is in love dude. Like, he would much rather lay down his life for you then ever have to witness you be hurt - especially by his own hands.

So, he completely ignores the order at first - as it that would work. Blindly hoping that maybe Slender might just… Let it go. Day in and day out of ringing ears, nosebleeds, and nausea so bad he can barely eat. But, he takes it, because it’s much favourable to the latter - losing you.

Eventually, Slender has to use more drastic measures, not expecting Toby’s stubbornness and devotion to you. All the more reason to get rid of you.

Delusions and hallucinations are what get the job done. Poor, ignorant Toby, thinking he could outlast Slender even after years of working under him and knowing exactly what he’s like - what he can do. Love is blind I suppose.

I think it would end up with Toby hallucinating reader to be someone completely different. Like someone who wronged him in the past, or maybe just a stranger that Toby assumes somehow broke into his home. The hatchets are out before you can even try to reason with him. Blood spills before he even realizes who he’s hurting.

You’re dead before he gets a grasp on reality again.

He never forgives himself.

-

Jack:

Love is a form of consumption

I’ve always been under the assumption that Jack doesn’t really abide to Slender’s wishes in the same way the others do. He’s not a proxy. He doesn’t go out and hunt for Slender’s gain - he does it to survive. He keeps to himself, heals the ones who need it, and retreats back into his little bubble of solitude when it’s all over. He doesn’t go on “missions” he doesn’t have a quota to fill. He mistook leniency for immunity.

Slender’s antics don’t work on Jack like they do the others. There’s no nosebleeds, no migraines - what I think they do do, is tap into that demonic side of him that he tries to keep hidden. Jack is dangerous. Terrifyingly so, but he keeps that part of him shrouded beneath almost clinical apathy. Avoidant by nature, so that he doesn’t have to worry what could happen if he does get close.

With you, it’s different, because for you he becomes more of a protector. He wants you to feel safe around him - to trust him. And you do. That’s what Slender’s exploits.

Slender taking hold of Jack’s mind shows in the form of aggression. Bloodlust. Clouded thoughts and moving on autopilot. Like he is when he hunts. He won’t even notice it coming, it’ll hit him like a truck when he least expects it. You coming home, winding your arms around his waist in a hug like you always do, and it’s like a switch flips. It’s your scent that’s the trigger.

And it’s not like he’s never once thought about consuming you before, so it’s easy to stoke that flame. Easy to turn the dial up to eleven.

You’re a bloody heap of flesh on the ground by the time Jack finally comes to - your blood dripping from his lips, your chewed up organs sitting heavy in his gut.

He spends the entire night retching until he can’t do anything but dry heave. He never dates again.

-

Brian:

The executioner.

Brian isn’t one to get attached. I personally like to hc that he almost died when he fell from that window - but Slender kept him alive because he still had so much purpose. So much more to do. This creates a sort of… Apathy towards life for Brian. Knowing that it really doesn’t matter, because there’s barely any consequences. He’ll just be brought back anyway.

He keeps this all hidden.

So for you to wriggle your way in? That’s a feat. It probably started as just a lust type deal. The love came later, and it took ages to accept it. And he knows it’s not a good idea, not with the nature of his work, but… He just can’t help but indulge. It’s only fair to have some refuge in the chaos, right?

When he gets the order, it’s like a reality check. A brutal reminder that try as he might, he is not human. He doesn’t get to experience human pleasures. Doesn’t get to die a human death. He’s just a pawn. And well, he’d known that all along. He had just been pretending.

He kills you with a shot to the back of the head. When you’re completely off guard, none the wiser. Maybe you’re cooking him dinner, maybe you’re walking off to your shared bedroom. It doesn’t matter - your brains are splattered against the wall before you even realize the chill in the air.

Which is a good thing. He never wanted you to see this side of him.

You die face down on the floor, never knowing that the man you loved was the one who fired the shot.

He buries you in the backyard. Sometimes he sits by the heap of dirt and cries on really bad nights.

-

Tim:

Killing you softly

Tim had been expecting this. Waiting for it. He had warned you from the very start that being with him was a curse, that you’d never come out unscathed. That you shouldn’t risk it, because it’s just not worth it. You push. You assure him that things will all work out.

He makes the mistake of letting himself believe you. Simply because you were his one good thing. Something he could cling onto when things were too rough to handle. Comfort, that he finally started convincing himself he was worthy of deserving.

To lose you, feels like a shot to the chest, but he’s been down this road before. He knows that an order isn’t something to be refused. He knows the consequences if he does. He’d rather keep a rational mind, so that he could make this as easy as possible for you. You didn’t deserve brutality. Not when you had always been so gentle.

He kills you in your sleep. Squeezes his eyes shut before slamming his crowbar down against your skull with a force that kills you on impact. It’s messy. It’s horrible. But for you, it’s painless - you don’t even wake. You just twitch, then go still.

He wraps your body up in the sheets and cradles you for a long while, before he gains the courage bury you.

He never enters that room again.

-

Cody:

Experiment gone wrong?

Cody doesn’t kill often. He’s more prone to take ownership of bodies that his fellow proxies had killed, prodding around at their insides and testing various corrosives he mixed up against their skin tissue. He works to find new ways to kill, to find flaws in the human system. Like Jack, he’s more so the brains than the brawn.

He gets his lab on the basis that he’ll continue his work. That he won’t get distracted.

You distract him.

That’s the main issue with Slender, when it comes to his proxies being in relationships. Distractions. Flaws in the machine. A disease that needs to be remedied.

And Cody would much rather not, but he’s seen what happens if he tries to shrug this one off. Plus, at the same time, despite how much he loves you - the scientific curiosity always reigns supreme. He’s been waiting for a moment to experiment on you.

He’ll feed you a concoction he swears up and down is safe. Feel guilty at the amount of trust you place in him as he sticks you with the needle. Watch as the realization dawns on you - the fear that floods in your irises - when the drug he swore to you wouldn’t hurt you even a little bit, starts to eat you up from the inside.

And he’ll just watch. Because at this point, there’s simply nothing left to do. No way to save you. Even as you plead, as you curl up into a ball on the laboratory floor and spit out blood. He doesn’t even whisper out an apology until your eyes go glassy.

Afterwards, he’ll dissect you. Assess the damage. Probably keep pieces of you preserved in formaldehyde that he keeps displayed on the shelves. Most likely your eyes, because that’s the part of you he loved most.

-

Jeff:

Finally giving in.

It’s not that Jeff got into the relationship planning to ever kill you, but he did know one thing - if he had to, he would. It’s nothing against you, and it’s not a reflection of his affection towards you. It’s simply who he is - what he does.

You knew that. You’d seen him, covered head to toe in blood all while wearing a bored expression. He didn’t bat an eye at it, didn’t care about the mess. It was all just a byproduct of his favourite pass time.

From the start, he thought you were insane for even trying with him. For thinking that you could be the one exception from the endless massacre that was his life. He would’ve liked you to be, and he would’ve let you if the cards played out differently - but that’s not what reality (Slender) had in mind for the two of you.

He does it the moment he gets the order. Doesn’t give himself even a moment to think it over. Just comes home, finds you, and raises his blade before you can even scream.

It’s a bloodbath, as it always is. Metal glinting in the light every time he raises his arm, blood splattering against his skin every time he brings it down. Just wound after wound, tearing into your writhing body like you were just another victim. If he closed his eyes, it was easy to pretend you were.

You fight back, and it doesn’t phase him. You claw at his arms, try to push him off - he slits your throat before you can even muster up the strength to. When you finally stop moving, he drops his knife, the weapon falling to the ground with a clatter - his chest heaving raggedly as he stares down at what he’d done to you. What he’d known he’d to do you eventually, right from the very beginning.

He doesn’t wash the hoodie he wore when he did it. Ever. It feels like a sin to let the last remnants of you swirl down the drain like that. It sits in the back of his closet, blood crusted against the fabric. Sometimes he slips it back on when he’s really missing you.

-

I was going to do more but I got tired lol. be grateful I threw jeff in there (or don’t?? it’s just more pain lmfao)

[rustridden]

some creepypasta sleep hcs (nina, jeff, tim)

[ A/N ]: nobody asked for part 2 but i made it anyway cause im fucking evil and twisted here's part one if you are too

[ C/W ]: suggestive at some parts (marked with a ★), obsessive behavior

(my personal goat) nina <333:

ideally?? pinterest scene queen bedroom. realistically? pinterest scene queen ADJACENT bedroom

firmly believe that there’s an accent wall in her room that’s pink and black zebra stripes and it’s chipped as fuck and she’s a queen for that

her room constantly looks like an emo tornado just ran through the place and it’s actually kind of awesome. like the smell of burgers and burnt vape faintly lingers in the air but it pairs well with her perfume that smells like cotton candy so it’s fine <3

ALSO firmly believe that she has two mattresses stacked on top of each other (no bed frame of course) and a shitton of blankets and plushes thrown on it like princess and the pea

and- like princess and the pea -she WILL notice if there's something off. if you kick a plushie on the floor she's going to position them completely on her side of the bed and say "Well... Gerard had a meeting with the council and they've determined that you're not allowed back into the Fortress of Dreams until you've properly apologized."

the only way to rectify this obviously grievous crime is to kiss aforementioned plushie on it's head and tell it you're very very sorry while she's watching (for her amusement of course)

is probably the one who demanded suggested you start sleeping in the same room in the first place

like it started off with a sleepover you both feel asleep at from staying up too late and ever since she's felt what it's like to have your weight in the bed she's EXTREMELY hesitant to let that go

like straight up you will hurt her feelings if you say you don't want to sleep in the same room. for real if you have an issue with the same bed she will compromise and somehow acquire a fucking bunk bed it's actually that serious 😭😭

nina is literally fucking starving companionship, and it's hard to find that genuinely when you're living with a bunch of distrustful murderers. so the fact that you trust her enough to sleep around her? much less in the same bed, barely clothed and vulnerable??

she pretends to fall asleep sometimes, waiting until you've drifted off to play with your hair while you sleep, telling you all sorts of things you'll never hear

"I won't let anyone hurt you." "You're my best friend. My favorite." "I'll always love you. Forever."

blanket hogs but hear me out. you're also a blanket r u walking with me on this

jeff:

he's used to camping out in abandoned buildings and shit so his sleep situation for the past like decade has rough

like im talking dry rotted mattress on the floor of a dingy old hospital every week kinda rough

idk like,, part of me wants to say he lives like a caveman like clockwork but part of me also wants to say that his space is like,, uncannily bare

like there's pizza boxes and clothes, but aside from that there's not really much else save for a duffel bag near the foot of the bed that always seems to be packed to bolt

if you ask to sleep together he looks at you like he's genuinely confused, asking something like "Why the fuck you'd wanna do that for?" and brushing it off

but if you persist and let him know that like no, you do in fact want to sleep in the same bed with him because it's nice, jeff, its fucking nice to be able to sleep next to your boyfriend/whatever, he will EVENTUALLY acquiesce

sleeps in his hoodie and his jeans. if not that it's the boxers with the hoodie. it's not that he like can't part with it or anything (lowkey he cant but that's another thing), but he gets cold in his sleep. he's got socks on too he's a socks in the bed guy 😭

internal body temperature is all over the place like one second he's hot the next you're piled in blankets cause he kicked them all away

for some reason (intimacy issues) he like, really doesn't want to touch you the first time you sleep together. he's curled up, back turned to you, shifting and moving around like he wants to turn around but won't

it's.. uncomfortable for him, being this close to another human being in a context that isn't violent. he does eventually get used to it, but it takes some coaxing and patience with his attitude the whole time

like he's going to be bitching about how you're 'kicking him' or 'the fan is too loud' or what the fuck ever but he's really just saying shit because he feels awkward and doesn't know what to say

cuddling is also awkward at first, but he agrees sooner than you'd expect. he'll try and convince both you AND HIMSELF that he wants to be big spoon but the fact that you always seem to wake up with your arms wrapped around his middle and him curled up in a ball seems to dispute that

★ it's likely too that to disperse the tension he might try and feel you up to initial smthn the first few times you sleep in the same bed. whether you agree or not isn't really important, but if you make it clear over time that you're not expecting that he won't initiate it anymore, no longer feeling like he needs to be awkward or make conversation

does have nightmares, but he usually doesn't wake up violently from them. it's more like a 'snap your eyes open and gasp' type of waking up that has him unable to sleep for the next 30 minutes

rarely remembers what the nightmares are about, but finds himself staring at the way the moonlight looks in your features for a while before eventually going back to bed

it makes it a little better knowing you're the last thing he sees before he goes back under. not that you'll ever know that.

jeff generally acts like a feral cat that you're introducing to your house for the first time, but once he gets comfortable he's literally never leaving

like you'll walk in at three in the morning after a gas station haul and he's just like Sitting There in your bed scrolling on his phone. you know it's serious when you get home one day and he's moved his entire console in your room (basically marriage for him)

definitely one sided beef with any plushies you have on the bed and will certainly kick them off the bed as soon as you're asleep out of pettiness

tim/masky:

oh he's already in there LMAOO

no literally you don't even need to worry about like leaving a breadcrumb trail of cigarettes leading to the room so you can get him in there

first of all; if you're sleeping with him you're sleeping in his cabin. not because he doesn't like your room but he can't feel comfortable sleeping in a space that he's either not familiar with or isn't really 'his'

plus, having you sleep in his bed feels.. nice. he can't really explain it, but it's kind of like you're taking a spot that belongs to you?

not that he'd say that with his emotionally constipated ass but you notice it when he stands at the door of the bathroom with his arms crossed like he's just soooo annoyed that you have to put on clothes before going to sleep

LOVES if you wear matching pajama sets but is personally rocking the boxers and birthday suit combo. or alternative pajama pants and birthday suit combo but either way he's like very minimally clothed

it's bc he runs HOT. no like. hot as fuck. he pushes you away by the face during winter sometimes because you'll be all up on him to steal his body heat even tho he loves it

because of this he does in fact have a fan in the corner of the room that's been running consistently for like a year (the last one broke. toby held a funeral for it with full honors.) and so help you GOD if you turn it off in the middle of the night

★ kind of has a similar thing where he gets relaxed so his body 'reacts' more easily, but doesn't act on it. he moves away, making sure not to press his arousal up next to you. he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. but it's also because he doesn't really have any energy to participae in anything

★ if you slide under the covers and give him a blowjob or let him fuck your thighs before sleep though he gets weirdly affectionate and buries his face in your chest, whispering hushed "Thank you.."s and "Takin' care of me.. just.. let me stay here for a second." between catching his breath

incredibly hard to wake up in any normal context but wakes up anytime he hears anything in the house. like you could probably set up a foghorn a quarter mile from the cabin and it wouldn't wake him but if a bug hits the glass on the kitchen window he's already up and trudging to the door to figure out what it was

will also wake up if you leave the bed. every. single. time. its actually kind of freaky because you'll wake up in the middle of the night to pee and come back to the bed to find him sitting up, fully staring at you with the same energy of that picture of him posted up on top of the dresser in MH

his room is pretty clean i feel, like yeah there's an ashtray on the bedside that consistently makes the room smell like cigarettes but there's only like a stray shirt and a glock on the table to count as mess

big spoon but instead of wrapping his arm around your middle or your chest he just lays half his body on you. wouldn't be surprised to find him conked out and borderline drooling on your chest in the middle of the night

FREQUENT napper if he has the time. in the car drivers seat, in the living room- shit one time you found him in the bathtub cause he sat down for too long and fell asleep

has a serious issue with neglecting himself so you MIGHT have to leave the cigarette trail if he keeps refusing sleep. secretly likes it when you get worried about him neglecting himself cause it makes him feel like he's important to you so sometimes he'll linger on the porch just a little longer so you can come out and tell him to come to bed in front of brian and toby yeah fuck y'all i'm important enough to call to bed

will actually worship the ground you walk on if you change the sheets for him cause he hatessssss doing it

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[justcallmekamiiii]

𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒞𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓈

✦ Pairing: Toby Rogers, Brian Thomas, and Tim Wright x Reader

✦ Summary: Headcanons of Tim with a sweet/motherly girl on his arm.

Sfw:

✦ No one knows why you chose Tim. Even HE doesn’t know why someone as sweet as you would waste your time on someone as grumpy as him.

✦ BUT he’s very glad you did choose him because he couldn’t imagine life without you.

✦ You two met when you broke down on the side of the road late one night and he was the only one nice enough to stop and help. You were just too sweet and figured a pretty girl like you needed to be wifed up quick.

✦ You are an absolute doll. You keep everyone in the house from killing each other, cook, clean, basic household stuff but not like a sad little house wife. You’re taken care of in return TRUST.

✦ Tim will rub your shoulders, feet, back, etc. He does a lot (or gets Toby to do it) around the house when he’s able. Then he rocks your world in the bedroom. Your needs are met.

✦ That being said he also loves when you rub his shoulders.

✦ The best evenings are when you sit on the porch with him while he smokes. He’ll have you curled up in his lap, wearing his jacket while he has his hand on your hip.

✦ Or when you sit on the couch with him. Same premise just…inside.

✦ God forbid a man wants you in his lap!

✦ Forces you to wear his jacket. He wants you to be toasty.

✦ He can’t sleep without you. If you aren’t in bed with him then he’s not sleeping PERIOD.

✦ He hates but loves when Toby gets all flustered around you. He thinks it’s funny as fuck when the boy starts stuttering but hates when that little twerp thinks he can make a pass on his woman even though he doesn’t have a chance.

✦ You make him less cranky. Especially in the mornings when you make his coffee. He never raises his voice around even. Won’t even yell at Toby if you’re around.

✦ Late night drives with his hand on your thigh. He lets you pick the music.

✦ After a long mission he loves getting to come home and love on you.

How Toby feels:

✦ Toby adores you! He sees you as a mother but Tim is NOT his father. They don’t like each other enough.

✦ He’ll sit with his head in your lap and make you comb his hair or just play with it.

✦ He thinks you’re the prettiest woman in the world (apart from his mom and sister).

✦ At first he’s pretty nervous around you because you are so pretty but warms up to you eventually.

✦ He likes when you clean up his cuts after missions and talk him through his meltdowns.

How Brian feels:

✦ Brian likes you because you help Tim a lot. He likes seeing his buddy happy.

✦ He helps you with cooking and laundry a lot. Mostly separating because it’s three guys with a bunch of ripped clothes so it’s hard to tell whose it is.

✦ He’s always there to talk. He’s the calmest out of the three so he’s easier to talk with.

✦ Brian flirts with you to piss Tim off. Tim is terrified because he knows his buddy is a LOT more charming and could easily take you away.

✦ He slapped your ass once and Tim chased him around the house with a knife, swearing to cut his hand off.

NSFW:

✦ Yall are getting it on ANYWHERE you can. His room, bathroom, in the woods, his truck, living room. ANYWHERE! Just so long as you don’t get caught.

✦ That being said he wouldn’t mind if anyone were to hear you.

✦ He likes to see you in frilly lace lingerie but he loves to rip it off you.

✦ Cigarette ALWAYS hanging from his mouth.

✦ Thigh riding is a must. He likes seeing you fall apart.

✦ He likes to slap your ass just anytime. In bed, while you’re cooking, at the store, just walking past him really.

✦ Leaves hickies just visible enough to show so the others will see.

✦ He’s eating you out till your thighs are shaking.

✦ Tim loves pulling your hair.

✦ He makes sure you know you’re his girl.

[whenisleepidont]

If they accidentally hit you

{Bloody Painter, Eyeless Jack, Tim, Brian, TicciToby}

Helen

He's not very violent, only killing to create art

He hurts you by accidentally hitting you with a big canvas when he's moving it

He looks at you with a completely blank face

Asks why you were in his way when you knew he couldn't see around the large object

He will feel guilty if he sees any bruises he left

Eyeless Jack

He lashes out after not finding anyone while hunting that day.

Claws cut you a bit

He immediately feels horrible and grabs a med kit

He silently patches you up

Leaves to hunt again, he only returns when he is full so he doesn't hurt you again

He cuddles you and softly apologizes

Brian

Only get's violent when he can't stop the Operator's control

He tries to make up for it immediately

If you need space, he will try to find Tim's meds while you are apart

When you are back in each other's arms, he traces any marks or bruises he left behind

Extra careful if he knows he won't have access to medication for a long time

Tim

Also gets violent when he can't find his meds to subside the Operator's control

He only feels bad after he calms down

Keeps his distance for a few days, feels like he failed you, he thinks he always hurts people he is close to him

When he does slowly go back to you, he will be more lovey and clingy

Toby

Since he has problems with emotional control, he lashes out a lot but never gets physical

Absolutely MORTIFIED when he hits you

Takes a few days to be able to be around you again

When he does see you again he starts crying he is painfully is cautious

It takes a while to fully trust himself around you again