#kamicantspell

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

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

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✦ 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.

Pairing: Sal and Larry obvi

Trigger warning: smoking, ghosts spooky ahhh

Sal Fisher

𖤐 Sal lets you see his face CONGRATS!

𖤐 I think he’s very understanding. He’s not a violent person and he’s not one to jump to conclusions.

𖤐 You’re most likely taller than him. He’s 5’2 as a teen and 5’6 as an adult. We love our short king 🙏👑

𖤐 If you’re struggling in a class he’ll help you. He’s hella smart.

𖤐 Ghost hunting dates.

𖤐 Smoke sessions 🍃

𖤐 You get the privilege of being Gizmo’s favorite being.

𖤐 He’ll let you paint his nails and fix his hair.

𖤐 I think he’s into pda. Not like full makeouts up he’ll hold your hand, hugs, arm around the waist, a few kisses.

𖤐 He teaches you how to play his gearboy and helps you if you can’t get past a level.

Larry Johnson

𖤐 Larry isn’t as understanding as Sal and will fight a bitch fight you.

𖤐 Once again smoke session 🍃

𖤐 He’ll ask to paint you.

𖤐 He’ll also write shitty songs about you but it’s super sweet.

𖤐 You might have to be the one to help him with home work.

𖤐 Larry would love if you played with his hair.

𖤐 Larry on the other hand very into pda. He does NOT care who’s watching.

𖤐 He’ll let you sit in his lap and teach you to play his guitar.

𖤐 For dates you’ll go to watch random underground bands in super sketchy places.

𖤐 His mom LOVES you. She thinks you’re a good influence on him (hopefully)

Literally my fav game!! Hope you enjoy!! Love, Kami ᓚᘏᗢ

ᓚᘏᗢ 𓈒∘ ꒰Good morrow, star child! This is such a funny concept!!꒱

Hands to yourself

❥ Pairing: Tim with Toby x Reader

❥ Summary: You and Toby get caught in the act.

❥ TW: A little spicy but nothing major.

The truck rocked and the windows fogged up as you and Toby made out in the back seat of Tim’s truck, late one night when you were supposed to be on a stakeout. Your walkie talkies had been turned off and tossed somewhere in the floorboard. Your moans filled the silence as you grind against one another. Drool seeped from his gash, he had to force himself to pull away every so often to breathe. When he wasn’t kissing you, he was biting your neck, leaving horrific bite marks that draw blood. There was no covering these up. You yanked his hair and forced him away from your neck. “Damnit, Toby I told you not to leave any marks.” You panted. He let out s small whine in response. “B-Baby I can’t h-help it.” The hair pulling only fueled him. He was hungry and there was only one thing to satisfy that craving.

Clothes were being shed as you two continued to make out. Soon your shirt came off, then his, then your pants, then- boom! The truck door swung open and you got a light flashed in your eyes. Your first thought was the cops till you smelled the strong cigarette smell and knew exactly who it was. “Y/N L/N!” Tim growled. Fuck. To be fair…this didn’t look good. You were practically naked in the back of his truck, underneath Toby of all people. You squinted to try and see past the bright light in your face. You saw Brian chuckling behind him, holding up his video camera. Toby was shuffling to get his shirt back on but you laid there accepting your fate.

Tim was driving back to the cabin with you in the passenger seat, now dressed and sulking. Toby was forced to ride in the truck bed with Brian while you two talked. It was like getting caught by your dad. Awkward! You couldn’t look him in the eye. “You know you’re not supposed to turn your walkie off.” He was using his stern dad voice on you. “You also know how I feel about Toby.” You rolled your eyes and huffed. “It’s not that big of a deal.” “You were having sex in MY truck with TOBY of all people! Did you ever consider he might have aids or god knows what else? Hell he’s probably got rabies!” He spat. “He can probably hear you.” You gestured to the back. “Good! I hope he knows what I think of him.” You groaned and buried your face in your hands to hide the embarrassment. “You’re not my dad y’know!” Tim turned to you with a scowl that meant he wasn’t fucking around then he started to laugh. “You know what? Fine. You’re right I’m not your dad but I want you to remember this when you wanna use my truck, need someone to remind you to take your meds, put food on your plate, put a roof over your head, baby you when your sick, and clean you up after missions! So don’t come crying to me when that sleaze bag back there gives you crabs.” Tim did a lot for you. He’s always been there and you were grateful even if you didn’t always show it.

The guilt started seeping in as you thought about just how much Tim cared for you. “I’m sorry.” You muttered while picking at your fingers. “I’m grateful for the stuff you do for me…but me and Toby like each other. He’s nice to me.” “Is that all it takes? Thought you had higher standards than that.” He grumbled. “I’m serious! He’s good to me!” Tim just wanted what was best for you and you knew that but he was still s stubborn old man who thought his word was law. “Don’t you want me to be happy?” That made him roll his eyes. “I doubt he could make you happy.” “He does!” You exclaimed. “I don’t want you being mad at me, Tim…you’re important to me.” You laid your head on his shoulder to try and warm him up. He could never stay mad at you. “I’m not mad…I just REALLY don’t like him.” “I know buuuuut you’ll have to suck it up, for me?” You batted your eyes making him chuckle. “Just keep your hands to yourself.”

BLEHHH I hope you liked it!! Love, Kami ᓚᘏᗢ

Trigger warning: smoking, nsfw, mentions of bullying, break downs, murder.

Sfw:

⚠︎ As someone who has been in love with this man since she was 13 let me tell you I know what I’m talking about TRUST.

⚠︎ Toby is a loser let’s face it but he isn’t this UwU baby or big giga chad daddy. He’s a loser and we have to come to terms with that. A healthy middle.

⚠︎ He’s a nerd or a geek or whichever one makes him into playing video games till his eyes are blood shot and gives him the posture of a prawn but we love that.

⚠︎ We love a man who could fold us like a lawn chair then cry about it in our laps because he’s in a constant state of being riddled with guilt.

⚠︎ Toby is…unstable let’s be real. He’s fucked up in the head. Hypothetically if you’ve managed to win him over then you better be prepared for random outbursts, break downs, and possibly violence.

⚠︎ I’ll hold your hand when I say this 🤝. Let’s stop living in denial. He doesn’t want to harm you and he means well but sometimes he gets real upset and he’ll get violent. He forgets others can’t take pain the way he can and when he gets upset he’s completely blinded. He’s got big emotions and doesn’t know how to healthily express them. (My major is mental health I know what I’m talking about)

⚠︎ He cries after. He turns into the biggest baby and begs you to forgive him. He has a good heart but he’s insane let’s face it!!

⚠︎ But let’s think about the positive points of this…I’m sure there’s some…maybe??

⚠︎ JOKES!! Toby is a sweetheart like I said so he has eyes for you and only you. Yes you🫵. Not her but the person next to her. YES YOU! And he’ll make sure you know. He’s clingy and will be all over you but not as much in public.

⚠︎ He gives weird compliments. He’s awkward so one minute he’ll be stuttering about how your eyes look edible (weird and awkward) then the next minute he’ll tell you your ass looks great (still kinda creepy but much more confident). If you compliment him he’ll lose his shit.

⚠︎ He likes to give gifts, not normal gifts that you buy but more like fun rocks he found in the creek or animal bones he found. (this would win me over).

⚠︎ He’ll kill for you…he’d kill just because…he just likes to kill.

⚠︎ Toby can stick up for himself sometimes. He’s bipolar so he takes it in spells. When it comes to you he’ll murder anyone that messes with you. However when he’s fighting with Tim you gotta be the one to stick up for him.

⚠︎ Do these make sense? I think they make sense and I’m ALWAYS RIGHT!!

Nsfw:

⚠︎ Let’s just say he a simp. Hes clingy and obsessed so if you can’t handle that I suggest you move on.

⚠︎ I have four words: no pain ALL game. Without a pain tolerance you can bite him, scratch him, pull his hair, and ride him for hours. It’s ok that’s what he signed up for. He’s into it

⚠︎ Brian and Tim have definitely walked in on you two.

⚠︎ He also doesn’t care where you do IT. He’s a horn dog and you gotta beat him off with a stick. (He’s a man whore for youuu)

⚠︎ He’s pretty insecure when it comes to taking his clothes off so he prefers the lights off. You gotta compliment him to open him up. (I’m sorry these aren’t very spicy I feel cringe)

⚠︎ He likes when you’re on top and take the lead because he’s a big virgin loser but he likes doing things for you and if you ask him to be on top he’ll be on you in seconds.

Are these good?? I’m sorry I can’t write these with a straight face. I love to read them but I can’t bring myself to write them. So scandalous. ~^u^~ Love, Kami ᓚᘏᗢ

↟ Pairing: Ticci Toby x male!reader

↟ Summary: Toby wants to show you his new piercing…

↟ TW: SMUT

The sun set, turning the sky from an array of colors to pitch black. A life with murderers meant you slept through the day and raised hell at night. While most would be heading to bed, you were being woken up by banging on your door. To any normal person this would raise some questions but to you it was a typical night. You cursed under your breath before getting out of bed to see what all the fuss was about.

Toby stood at your bedroom door with a stupid grin on his face. He was up to something and it terrified you. “What the hell do you want? It’s fucking late.” You rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “P-Poor baby, did I-I wa-ke you up?” His sarcastic tone just pissed you off even more. “Have you even been to sleep?” “Nah, Tim’s h-had me workin’ b-ut I wanna sh-show you something.” Toby let himself into your room and shut the door. You followed him over to your bed and flipped the lamp on. “Is it some kind of dead animal again? Brian told you to stop bringing that shit in the house.” Toby rolled his eyes and plopped down next to you. “T-This is something m-much cooler.” He sat up on his knees and started unbuttoning his pants. Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed his wrist. “What the fuck are you doing?” “I’m showing y-you~” He pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough to pull out his dick which made you blush like crazy. Jesus Christ what is wrong with him? Toby was showing off a frenum piercing. You knew Toby gave himself all kinds of piercings but this was…intense even for him. “What the fuck…I- you- why?” You were flabbergasted to say the least. How could you respond to this? You managed to pull your eyes away from his exposed member to look up at him while he smiled proudly down at you. “It’s se-xy r-right?” That was one word for it. “When did you do this?” “Few w-weeks ago. I-I’ve been waiting for it t-to heal.” He waved his dick in front of your face, letting out a stupid chuckle. The nerve of this idiot. You pushed him back into the bed and scoffed. “Get your junk out of my face.” You pretended to be disgusted but it did suit him. “This will surely improve your sex life.” You teased.

It wasn’t a secret that Toby was the biggest loser you knew. Always talked about having sex but couldn’t get it. Sure he was a total weirdo but he had that nerdy grunge vibe that most girls went for so someone was bound to let him hit, right? WRONG! But hey maybe the piercing would change things. “Who do you plan on impressing with that anyway?” A mischievous smirk grew on Toby’s face. “Maybe I-I did it for y-you~” He made no attempt to tuck himself back into his jeans. Seeing his 5 inch, cut, untrimmed, newly pierced cock made your own hard. Happy trails lead to happy places. Shit. You liked it better when he was a stuttering, nervous wreck. It was obvious you were staring so you might as well give him what he wants.

With a smirk now plastered on your face you reached out to take his cock, gently massaging the tip with your thumb. “Well I think it’s real cute.” You purred. Now you could see him getting nervous. He didn’t expect you to flirt back. “Y-Yeah?” “Oh yeah.” You confirmed. “I’ve been thinking of getting a piercing too. Which one do you think would suit me?” You slowly slid your pants down your hips, freeing your erection. Toby watched the entire time, never missing a second, practically drooling. “F-Fuck…” He muttered under his breath as he watched you fist your own cock. You crawled closer to him and straddled his lap before pressing your tips together which earned a high pitched whine from Toby. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “What? You can dish it but can’t take it?” His face was blood red and the look in his eyes was pure need. “D-Don’t l-laugh…” He tried to sound serious but couldn’t keep from panting and his tics became more prominent. “I won’t.” You promised before pressing your cocks together again.

You both started off at a slow pace. He tried to keep himself from twitching and jerking. Watching the way you fist your cock and occasionally brushing your tips together, almost teasing him. Toby’s teeth grind together as he tries to hold himself together. It took all his willpower not to cum on the spot. His free hand grabbed your thigh to try and steady himself. “Fuck…I-I’m go-nna bust.” He whimpered, letting his forehead rest against yours. “Oh come on we haven’t done anything yet.” You rub your cock against his in a much more intense manner. The sensation of your erections rubbing against each other was enough to make Toby cum instantly. The way his eyes rolled back and the rough growl leaping from his throat was so hot. Even after he finished you kept going, watching how overstimulated he could get. His whines only edged you closer. You felt your release bubbling in your lower stomach till it finally spilled over, pulling a moan from throat. “You’re s-so hot…” Toby struggled to speak. His whole body shivered in pleasure. He reached down to collect your seed onto his fingers then brought them to his mouth to taste. “You t-taste good t-too.” Now Toby was really proud of his new piercing. He was glad you liked it too.

𐂂 Pairing: Tim, Brian, and Toby with reader

𐂂 Summary: You ran away from your abusive home now you're lost in the woods...but you're not alone.

𐂂 TW: Blood, weapons, violence, abuse

Tears welled up in your eyes as you wiped the blood from your cheek. You now had a nice gash from your mother slapping you. Her ring cut you up pretty good. As you stared at your reflection in the mirror your lip quivered. You hated who you saw staring back. Not to say you hated yourself. You hated the broken, beaten down version of yourself. Nothing was going to change unless you got out.

Packing your thing was the easy part, actually sneaking out was where things got complicated but that was a bridge you’d cross when you came to it. For now you gathered the essentials. Clothes, hygiene products, a pocket knife, your savings, then your phone and charger, and anything else you thought was needed. It was important to pack light. After double checking you had everything you would need you let yourself lay in bed and break down. Burying your face in your pillow to muffle your cries. You rarely ever let them get to you like this but sometimes it was good to let all of those feelings out before they built up and made you do things you might regret.

Finally your parents had went to bed. You listened for their bedroom door to creak close before getting up and making your move. You grabbed your bag then slowly crept to the front door. Right when you thought you’ve made your escape you heard a shift coming from behind you. You turned to face your father looming just a foot away from you, not looking happy. “Just where do you think you’re going?” He growled, making your whole body shiver. “I’m not staying here.” You spat, not noticing the tears welling up in your eyes once again. You two were at a stand off. By the time it took you to open the door he could grab you but you said it yourself…you weren’t staying here.

So you took your chance and made for the door but it only took him two steps to reach you. He grabbed you by the arm and slung you to the ground, putting himself between you and the door. “You ain’t going nowhere.” He pulled you up by your hair and started dragging you back to your room till you remembered your pocket knife. You quickly pulled it from your pocket and started swinging. You managed to cut his wrist causing him to drop you so you could make your escape. Booking it out the door you hopped the fence near the tree line and didn’t look back.

Eventually, you slowed down and dropped to your knees, panting and shaking while your mind tried to comprehend what you had done. You escaped but now you’re miles deep in the woods after sundown, unable to tell which way you had come from but anything was better than being home…if you could call that home.

You looked down at your hands now tainted with blood that wasn’t your own. You tried wiping it off on the grass and your clothes but it wasn’t coming off. There was a stream just up ahead so you knelt down to wash away any trace of that ‘home’ you had left. While you tried not to panic you thought of the positives that came from running away. You didn’t have to hurt anymore. You could build yourself back up without fear of being torn down. You could love yourself. Now you started to smile, genuinely for the first time in a long time.

While you washed the blade of your pocket knife you didn’t notice the darkness closing in on you till you heard the sound of a shotgun being cocked right behind your head. You didn’t just feel one set of eyes on you but a million. You felt a pit form in your stomach and your throat close up. You hadn’t even heard the footsteps approach. As a sign of surrender you dropped your knife and raised your hands but made no attempt to turn around. “P-Please…” You whimpered, shaking like a newborn deer in the presence of a hunter. “Name?” A gravely, monotone voice spoke. “W-What?” “What’s. Your. Name.” He wasn’t asking this time. He pressed the barrel to the back of your head which made you jump. “Y-Y-Y/N…L-L-L-” You could hardly get your words out. “Spit it out!” The man spat. “Y/N L/N” You sputtered. Here came the tears again as you silently prayed he didn’t shoot. “You’re trespassing Y/N L/N, you know that?” “I-I’m sorry…please j-just d-don’t shoot! I’ve r-run away f-from home…a-and I just want p-peace…please.” You sobbed at the feet of this man wielding a shotgun, whose face you’ve yet to meet like he was playing god.

Instant relief washed over you in a wave when you felt the gun move away from your head. “These woods are dangerous, kid. You’re better off at home.” His tone had suddenly lightened like he wasn’t about to blow your head off. Still gravely and monotone but almost like he cared. “I c-can’t go b-back.” You finally mustered the courage to turn and look at him. The man had dark brown hair and wore a white mask and a brown Carhartt jacket. He had lowered his gun and even put the safety on. His shoes were caked with mud and what you hoped was animal blood. “Then you’ll have to come with us.”