#timmy x reader

[pocketprncess]

i have a need for timmy..... dont ask

timmy being a brat

cw: no timothy just timmy, spanking, nsfw, mdni, gn reader

you working remotely was something timmy was eternally grateful for. what was better than having you all to himself! he didn't think, however, that there would still be things taking your attention away from him.

he followed you around all day around the house, trying to get your fullest attention. how could you possibly resist your cutest kitty? it proved to be harder than he thought, seeing you talk with people who weren't him.

you were sitting on the living room bay window, timmy's head in your lap as he basked in the sun. your attention then got stolen by curt & rod, who timmy then glared at as you stood and walked over to the couch to talk to them. he watched as you talked to the pair, his tail curled in on itself in distaste. "how dare master not pay attention to timmy," he grumbled, planning to scratch and tear at the curtains as soon as you were out of view.

which he did. as soon as you had went upstairs to grab something from your bedroom, he quickly pounced and left his claw marks in the bottom of the curtains, taking the tatters and dashing away to hide from the scene of his crime. and you certainly noticed. "timmy!" you groaned, to no one in particular, making him snicker and giggle from his hiding spot.

a little later during the day, after ignoring (and totally not hiding from) you to play with his curtain scraps, timmy decided to be kind and grace you with his presence once more. 'that's enough to teach master a lesson!' he concluded. he carried the frayed scraps in his mouth to present you with his kill, a peace offering for.. you not paying attention to him?

he then found you in the downstairs bathroom, talking to.. jean-loo?! he watched from behind you as you spoke with the frenchman, listening intently to his new music. 'if timmy can call it that..' he let out a muffled hiss before spitting the scraps he brought for you, bolting upstairs to the other bathroom. now all riled up and mad, timmy decided it'd be a wonderous idea to make another mess. throwing around all the rolls of toilet paper, shreds flying around the bathroom and putting more than enough into the upstairs toilet as a real i hate you to jean-loo.

you heard a faint noise from behind you, making you turn, only to see the shreds from your curtains on the floor and a black figure dash upstairs. 'timmy..' you sighed, only to get snapped out of your thoughts by a groan from jean-loo. "mon dieu.. i don't.. feel so good," he clutched his stomach. he was clogged. and you think you knew the culprit.

you rushed upstairs to the other bathroom, only to find a complete mess and the toilet indeed clogged with toilet paper. what you couldn't find, however, was timmy. "timmy, you are in so much trouble!" you called out, eye twitching as you begun to clean up his mess. 'what is his problem..'

he was hiding in the gym closet, rolling around a pingpong ball he found from dunk. he felt extremely accomplished with himself, confident that you had learned your lesson. "that'll teach master to ignore timmy."

dinnertime finally rolled around. timmy's favorite! you always tried to get him the best seafood and supplements to keep him healthy and happy. sure, you spoiled him, but you thought he deserved it! until moments like right now. "timmy, dinner!" he happily went back downstairs, to see you expectedly waiting with your arms crossed. he proudly flicks his tail around your legs, waiting for his meal. "timmy expects master learned their lesson-" he paused as you set his plate down in front of him on the table, his eyes widening at the sight.

what was supposed to be a feast of fresh cooked salmon and shrimp was.. crackers and canned tuna?! he gaped at you in utter disbelief. "w-what is THIS?! no no no no NO!" he hissed, swatting the plate away from him. "this is NOT timmy's food!" you scoffed and quickly grabbed the plate before he broke it completely, "it is when you're being a brat, timmy." your eyes narrow at him, but he refuses to back down. "it- it's all master's fault!" he hissed, tail flicking around. "master ignored timmy all day!"

your eye twitched as you listen to his reasoning. you grabbed his collar to make you look at him. "and that gives you the right to act out?" you lowly asked him, making his front falter. a whimper fell out of the back of his throat, but he doubled down with a nod. "that gives you the right to tear up my curtains and make a mess of my bathroom?" you question, his resolve crumbling. timmy's lip wobbled as he shook his head, his pointy ears flattening. he didn't wanna get lectured.. just your attention, was all!

you let him go before setting his plate down in front of him again. "you are going to eat your dinner, and you are going straight upstairs. do i make myself clear?" you crossed your arms once more, his glassy eyes looking widely at you. he knew he was getting punished. he gently butt his head against your stomach, a feeble attempt at a 'sorry'. you sighed and gave a gentle scratch to his head, making him nod at your request.

he watched as you left him with his meal, turning to glare at his lowly meal. "still master's fault.." he grumbled as he began to eat, earning an 'i heard that!' coming from upstairs.

after slowly eating, trying to take his time, timmy knew he had to face you at some point. begrudgingly pawing upstairs into the bedroom, he found his spot on the bed as he watched you finish your night routine in the bathroom. he curled in a ball at the foot of your bed, round eyes following your figure as you made your way back over to him.

standing over him, his ears slightly flattened and his tail started flicking in anticipation. carding your fingers through his hair, he relaxed and leaned into your hand. "you know you're in trouble, right, timmy?" you asked, earning a quiet huff from him. "but master started it! timmy tried to get master's attention all day! b-but master talked to everyone else instead!" he whined, nuzzling further into your hand. "is timmy not cute enough for master anymore?"

you couldn't help but lightly chuckle at his reasoning, shaking your head as you scratched under his chin. he keened at the attention, relishing in it while he could. "of course you're still my cutest kitty." he nodded with a proud little smile, and a quiet 'yes, timmy is.' you lean forward to bump your forehead against his, just how he does to you. "but you're still in trouble. you've been nothing but a spoiled brat all day, and you know better, timmy.

"you know the rules. clothes off." he sighs and lays his head on the bed in defeat. he rolled over onto his back, peering up at you with his wide kitty eyes as a hail mary. "will master help timmy?" you gave him a deadpan stare, and he knew that was a firm no.

with a gentle huff, timmy pawed at and stripped off his clothes until he was left in his plain white boxer briefs and red bell collar. to your surprise he was already starting to get hard. you moved to sit on the edge of the bed, leaving enough room for timmy to slide in across your lap. "come here, tim." he knew to oblige, his hardening length sinfully pressing into your leg. "you know how this goes, kitty. you're gonna count out your spankings, say what you did wrong, and apologize. under no circumstances are you to cum, not if master doesn't say so." he nodded along, having gotten into many shenanigans under your care. he knew the routine well. "and what do you say if it's too much?" you quizzed, giving a gentle stroke to his head to ease any worries. "t-timmy says 'hourglass', master."

you couldn't help but smile fondly at the naughty kitty in your lap. sure, he was certainly a handful, and maybe you were to blame for spoiling him, but you certainly wouldn't trade anything for your timmy. giving a gentle scratch behind his ears, you continued, "very good, timtim. and what else?" "master is punishing timmy b-because master wants the best for timmy. a-and master still loves timmy very much." you smiled as he recited what you always told him. "i do love you very much, kitty. master thinks fifteen should suffice. are you ready?" you asked, left hand twirling his tail around your fingers making him whine.

with one final nod from timmy, you softly rubbed his covered ass before sliding his underwear down just enough to expose him. you rubbed once more over the bare skin, before striking your palm down with a firm SLAP! timmy cried out with a pained moan, always seeming to enjoy his punishments a little too much. "o-one! timmy was a bad kitty! t-timmy's sorry, master!" you rubbed the skin to soothe him, before striking again. "two!" he yelped, cock twitching against your leg. "t-timmy ruined master's things! tim-timmy's so so sorry!"

it repeated until you reached his last one. SMACK! "f-fifteen," he whimpered out. "t-tim-" he cut himself off with a sob escaping his throat. "last one. deep breaths, tim," you gently remind him. by the last spanking, he was a crying moaning mess. tears ran down his pretty face, but the pain was oh so delicious. he was fully hard and leaking precum, if you did any more than fifteen he surely would've cum in his underwear. he caught his breath as he felt you soothe his bottom with your hand, "t-timmy was a-a spoiled brat," he managed to finish his sentence, "t-timmy's s-sorry, master.. don't- don't be m-mad at timmy anym-more."

having finished with his alloted punishment, you were quick to fix his bottoms and move him off your lap, instead moving to your spot on the bed and beckoning him over. he quickly obliged with his teary face, curling around you for comfort. "did such a good job, tim. my good little kitty, aren't you," you praised, scratching his head in all the places he loved. he basked in your affection, nuzzling his head against your body. "and i'm not mad at you, sweet boy." his ears perked at that. "but you certainly know better than to act that way."

he nodded into your body, completely melting into you. "timmy knows better. timmy won't do it again, master."

that's exactly what he said last time..

[driftd0ll]

Hay 👀 can I (we) get some more muscular fam reader? With mac, timothy/timmy, lux (I feel like if you pick lux up by the back of their shirt like a misbehaving kitten it'll shut them up (and make them so horny)) + any others you want to write please and/or thank you 🙏

ngl i’d be the person to talk to lux like a discord mod just to watch the complete horror on their face “hewwo pwinceth”

Mac, Timothy/Timmy, Lux w/ Strong Homeowner

warnings; nsfw/18+, switch! characters, femdom, slight anal, manhandling, filming, thigh/ab riding, bottom! lux (but you can imagine either a dick or strap idc), my obsession with cat femboys is warning enough. I tried to keep genitals ambiguous for Mac and Lux.

Mac is open about their thirst, it’s in their nature to be blunt about it. After all, they know what fanfiction you’ve read, what your favorite categories on a certain black and orange website are, what underwear you look at and buy online… is it really a stretch for them to stare at your built arms or the sliver of abs revealed when you stretch back, popping your back after staring at them for hours? Clicking and double clicking so perfectly for hours?

Specifically but not surprisingly, Mac is fucking obsessed with your hands and how gently you hold them despite knowing how strong you are. They love making out, gently at first but quickly getting rougher as they guide your hands to touch them- Mac isn’t picky about where, but pull their hair or grab their face to pull their face closer and they’ll shove their tongue in your mouth, one hand sliding up your shirt and the other shoved down your pants.

Lux is obsessed- mostly because the social media numbers in their head immediately started crunching, people go crazy for size differences! And muscular women! They’ll set up their phone camera right as you’re about to begin stretching, acting offended when you inevitably ask what the hell they’re doing. In the end, you continue, vaguely aware the Lux is commentating and hyping up their followers to thirst after you, promising more you-content if they reach the next milestone. They may even force you to do one of those couple workouts, or sit on your back while you do pushups, or bench press them- In any case, they’re being carried and their followers go crazy for it, which only encourages Lux.

Lux will make you hold them in a position that either shows off your muscles or strength- Either on top of them, your chest flush against their back with your arm or hand wrapped firmly around their neck while fucking into them from behind, or- and they’re personal favorite- making you hold them against the wall, back leaning against it with their legs wrapped around your waist. They don’t want to be teased or tortured, they’re still in charge, but you may be able to convince them to do.. Well, anything if it’s hot and for the stream.

Timmy purrs when you pick him up, often hanging off your arm or clambering on top of you. He enjoys biting and pawing playfully at your abs, arms, nibbling on your fingers gently with his sharp canines. He’ll make biscuits into the skin of your thighs- per his usually cat-like ways, and he’ll act extra cute and needy just so you carry him, “Nyaaa, I’m just so tired, master. Does master think they can carry Timmy? Pretty please, nya?” His tail’ll flick behind him, curling his fingers up and resting his ‘paws’ against your chest, his chin resting on them adorably.

Timmy discovers this likely on complete accident, doing his usual trapping you by straddling your stomach and leaning into you, basking in your warmth.. He gets bored quickly, however- Trying to get you to move, to play with him by wiggling against you until he accidentally grinds against your abs just right and lets out a loud, strangled noise. Timmy’s ears twitch and after you snicker, giving him the go-ahead, he’ll clumsily rut away against you, pawing at your chest as you busy yourself on your phone (This’ll cause him to whine, moaning louder until you get of and watch him. He won’t be satisfied otherwise).

Timothy is a bit different, albeit still the same at the core of it, he likes to make sure you’re working out properly- Timing how long you’re spending on stretching, how long you take a break in between sets.. He watches you intently, and while it’s not an excuse (no, he really is timing you), Timothy definitely takes pleasure in watching you work up a sweat. He’ll stand on the side with water ready for you, letting out a quiet purr of content when you scratch under his chin as a reward.

Timothy is a bit more prudish than Timmy is, at least at first glance, but he enjoys lapping his rough tongue over your skin while his soft hands work you over- Showing his affection by grooming you while simultaneously marking territory. He’ll get the tiniest bit embarrassed if he accidentally grinds against you, and you’ll most likely have to do a little more than giving him a nod to encourage him, but he also enjoys burying his face in your neck to ride your thigh. He really, really likes being manhandled, push his face down with one big hand while the other uses his tail to yank his ass up and Timothy is already wiggling his hips and mumbling into the sheets, begging weakly. Yank his tail again and he’ll his but beg louder, ears pinned back as he bites back a pout.

[carbon-dating-everything]

Hi! :D Can I request reader who's obsessed with Timmy's ears and tail? I love that weird cat-boy so much-

hello! hope you enjoy this :)) (still not really got the hang of writing for timmy, but i think the trick is to lean into the weirdness lol)

instead of ninety-nine

pairing: timmy x gender neutral reader

content / warnings: fluff (i'm hoping?) petting, timmy is an unstoppable force when it comes to getting affection and the reader is an extremely moveable object, probably inaccurate cat behavior

word count: 938

a/n: i had three tabs about cat behaviors open while writing this and then decided to lightly sidestep some of the facts in favor of what i wanted to work for a catboy

You can tell what he’s thinking before he even speaks, now; he’s perched on the desk, ears pricked forward as he’s watching your movements, the soft clacks of your keyboard, the shifting in your chair, tail tick-tick-ticking, slightly rhythmically inconsistent in the way it dips.

Timmy wants something from you.

‘I can see you, you know,’ you remark, and it’s so silly how the metronome abruptly stops — bending at the tip, questioning. ‘What is it?’

‘Is Timmy cute, nya?’

‘Don’t you already know the answer to that question?’

‘I want to hear you say it, though.’ He’s pouting, letting his face fully show now that he’s been discovered. ‘It’s not the same when Timmy does it.’

Having Timmy around, you note, is not unlike having an actual cat. The difference lies mainly in the fact that he’s also human, or as human as the Dateviators make him, anyway; his “paws” are represented by kid-gloves and white-clawed shoes, and the hands and feet underneath are real enough that you’re certain he doesn’t need you to type or run errands for him that much.

Not, you know, that you actually try to fight him on it. You’re indulgent of him. A little too indulgent, some would say, though Timmy doesn’t mind. If anything, he weaponizes his attributes against you — ever demanding, able to get his way more often than not because you simply can’t resist. He's a monster of your own making.

But his ears and the tail, at least, are real. You know this by the way you’ve observed him as he goes about his daily shhedule; the way they pin forward, alert, when he’s paying attention to what goes on around him, the way they move back and forth when he’s actively pursuing something (whether that be a ball of yarn or simply your attention depends on your proximity). His tail, curved like a question mark, curious, amicable, twitching at any sign of irritation or frustration. They charm you much more than you thought they would, and it's also why you know you'll already be losing to him before you make your next move.

Yes, he’s fussy and stingy, and you’ll never be able to take up knitting as long as you’re around him, but he’s yours. He’s relentless in his demand for attention. It’s fortunate that you’re all too willing to give it to him.

‘You’re cute.’

‘Really?’ He looks so happy at one word of reassurance. It doesn’t stop him from asking again. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes, I’m sure.’ You permit yourself a full glance at him, and Timmy grins at you, the cheeky thing: no point in trying to hide your own smile back. ‘How many times do you need me to say it?’

‘Ninety-nine, at minimum, nya.’

It’s so immediate that it’s readily apparent he’s already thought of the number, and you chuckle. ‘I’m not going to say it ninety-nine times in a row, Timmy.’

‘Then maybe you could show Timmy.’ Now his tail is curling over the computer, unavoidable, obscuring the words you’re writing — not that you really know what you were writing, anyway. ‘You could pet him, nya.’

Ah. Right to the point. ‘Greedy,’ you murmur, though it comes out much too fond to be anything but teasing, your last feeble attempt at defense. ‘I have work to do today.’

His eyes narrow. ‘Aren’t you bored of it, though?’

He’s right, obviously. You couldn’t care less about this. Just as you can tell a lot about him, so can he about you: he’s really quite observant when he wants to be. No point in pretending you’re actually focused on your work, not when you’ve got him in front of you now.

You take your hands off of the keyboard and, immediately, catch how his ears snap forward, eager, as you reach towards him and he bends to meet you halfway.

With one hand, you gently begin to caress the base of an ear, and it is, as always, something special to watch him lean into it. Preen, basically, under your touch, rubbing into the warmth of your hands, the feel of the fur underneath your skin something undoubtedly alive and responsive. Delicately, you trace the length of his tail with your other hand, watching how it curves to your touch, chasing it, the end possessively wrapping around your arm.

‘You’re the cutest,’ you whisper, and it is gratifying to recieve a fullbodied, contented purr from him, at your affirmation. It makes your heart melt to hear that — feel that — sound every time.

Eventually,because you have to at some point, you retract your arms, your fingers almost cold at the sudden loss of heat and numbness from holding them up for so long; Timmy frowns, trying to lean further in, limited by the danger of falling onto the desk. You push the chair back, stretch your limbs.

‘I’m going to make something to eat. Do you want any —‘

In a flash (because he's only quick to act when it suits him), Timmy has hopped off of the desk and flops onto your lap stomach-down, trapping you under his weight, his limbs dangling off to your sides — a position that serves no purpose other than to be a nuisance.

‘Stay.’ He twists his head to look up at you, blinking slowly, the pupils of his eyes gone round and black: ears twitching, tail flicking. ‘With me, nya?’

And here’s the trap once again — ever relentless as he is for affection, he’ll never fully be satisfied. But, as you know, you are all too happy to oblige.

a/n: on schedule (timothy's theme) was, surprisingly, on my spotify wrapped this year, so congrats timothy

[noneknowingaxolotl]

⏱︎Time Is Fickle ᩭᘏᗢ

Kinktober Day 2: Coming Untouched + Begging + Kneeling

Fandom: Date Everything!

Characters: Timothy Timepiece, Timmy Timepiece

Kinktober Masterlist

“You have to be the least punctual person I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting!”

Timothy’s screams could probably be heard echoing throughout the house. And by the way no other object seemed to want to show themselves, everyone was hearing it. “I have never in all my days imagined such a foolish, irritating, utterly disrespectful to the schhhedule buffoon in my life! Why even own a clock if you’re not going to use me?!”

His hisses fell on bored ears. You crossed your arms as you leaned back in your seat, looking up at him with lazy, half lidded eyes. Your indifference made him want to claw something. Preferably your eyes.

“Are you just mad I caught you in your little… ‘cat’ state?” You grin teasingly. He flushed as he slammed his hands on the table, baring his teeth and fluffing up his tail.

“Do you have any idea what a violation that was?!”

“Oh, relax, it was cute.”

“It was awful!” His claws dug into the wood of the table. He briefly thought he’d have to apologize to Abel later, but right now, he wasn’t in any state to care. “That… that beast is not for anyone’s eyes! Least of all yours!”

You stood slowly, and he flinched slightly. It’s not great to be in an argument with someone taller than you. “Really? You didn’t seem to think so all cuddled up to me like that…”

He cursed under his breath, teeth grinding together. Of course he didn’t care at that moment! He was a different person entirely as Timmy. The worst part was remembering blurry parts of it, rubbing up against you, bumping his head against yours, calling you… oh, he wanted to throw up… master?! What if he crawled into a hole and died of embarrassment. He felt his cheeks burning up further.

“Why don’t you bring him out again?” You gave him that shit-eating grin that was becoming annoyingly familiar. “He’s so much more agreeable.”

“I’ll show you agreeable, you little pest!” His ears were firmly pinned to the back of his head, his usual gentlemanly composure completely shattered. “My past-noon self might… cuddle up to you, but be as sure as my minute hand that I won’t!”

“…Even if I say pspspsps?”

He let out a yowl of irritation, hands flying to his hair as he turned away from you. “You are a complete waste of time!”

Your little chuckle from behind him made his gears clink together uncomfortably. He was sure he might stall up completely if you kept this up. It was like you were doing everything in your power to amplify his anger, and at this point, he was sure you were enjoying riling him up. You always seemed like that kind of degenerate.

“You’re saying you won't purr just as sweetly in this form if I… I don’t know, rub the base of your tail?” Your voice dropped low, sultry. He felt his hackles rise again. God, he wanted to scratch that grin right off you. He whipped around, slowly stalking closer to you, each step deliberate.

“Listen here, you time-wasting pervert…” he spoke in a low hiss as you looked at him with that sleazy grin and half-lidded eyes, holding your ground with your arms crossed. “I won’t terate your disrespect for another second.”

“Oh? What will you do about it?” You raise your brows, a glimmer in your eye. Oh, you really were enjoying this… his eyes narrowed.

“I think I can make time in my schhhedule to show a delinquent like you what for.”

“Great. How long do we have to try and kill each other?"

“30 minutes. No more, no less.” He grabbed your collar now, dragging you along mercilessly. You yelped in surprise, then laughed.

“Whoah, how forward of you…“

“I’m not—this is not—!” He whipped around, glaring at you with a slight flush on his cheeks.

“Where are you taking me then?”

“Anywhere other than my main residence.”

“I think you’re forgetting that this whole house is my residence.” You stepped closer to him, your chests almost touching now. He pressed an accusatory finger to your chest, teeth bared.

“Yes… but it also mine. And you will do well to not interrupt my schhhedule, or… or god forbid talk to him agai—a- ahh?!”

His words failed him as you suddenly grabbed his hand, lifting it up to bite the finger he had been pointing at you. He let out an undignified half-whine half-squeak, quickly pulling away from you and holding his offended hand close to himself, staring at you gobsmacked as you ran your tongue along your teeth.

“What in the hells are you doing?!”

“Is that a trick question?” You raised a brow. His fingers curled into themselves, sharp nails pressing against his palm.

“No. It’s not. What is genuinely wrong with you?!” His eyes couldn't help but fall to your cheshire grin, the teeth that had just sunk into his fingertip on perfect display. He swallowed, trying not to get distracted.

“Sorry, sorry… it was just too tempting.” You waved him off, and that only enraged him further, the fur of his tail bristling up.

He was so caught up in his rage that, for the first time in his perfectly planned life, he failed to notice the clock ticking down, down, down, so close to spelling his doom. Instead, he resolved to wipe that grin off your face, dragging you into a hate-fueled kiss, one you gladly reciprocated, grabbing his hips and slamming him into a nearby wall. He bit down hard on your lower lip, feeling the metallic, warm taste of your blood flood his mouth. God, he hated you. God, he loved this. He yanked himself away from you when he felt your knee press between his legs, rubbing back and forth on his slowly hardening bulge. “Pervert.” He hissed, claws digging into the back of your neck.

“You’re enjoying it, so what does that make you?”

“A fool.” He bit his own lip to restrain a noise, rocking his hips down into your knee with each bounce you made between his sensitive, shaky legs. His fur was bristled, ears pinned to the back of his head, tail lashing, “An utter fool.” He pulled you into another kiss, all his usual properness out the window.

The clock kept ticking.

And he suddenly tensed, realization striking him all at once. But he barely had any time to react before the claws retracted from your neck, and he went soft in your arms, moaning into your mouth. You pulled apart from him to rub behind his ears, hearing him purr pliantly under your touch. “What a shame. I was just beginning to enjoy him.”

“Mm… is Timmy not enough for you, master?” He blinked up at you with wide, innocent eyes, even as he was actively rutting against your thigh, words tinged with more of a taunting tone than a self deprecating one. You chuckled, scratching under his chin. He leaned into your touch happily.

“Not at all. You could never disappoint me.”

“Yay!” He laughed, kissing one of the scratch marks Timothy left on your throat. Then, he slipped out of your hold, falling to his knees in front of you, hands coming up to hold your thighs. “Timmy’s so much more fun than him, right?”

“I like you both, you know that.” You said softly. Now that Timothy wasn’t here, you were suddenly glad to compliment him.

“But you like Timmy more?”

“No. Both of you.” You corrected him, lovingly ruffling his hair. “Equally.”

Timmy huffed, sinking his teeth into your belt to pull it off of you, pulling down your pants. “Tell Timmy he’s your favourite.”

You rolled your eyes, sighing. “I am not doing that.”

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaasseeee?” He whined, pressing his cheek against your thigh and looking up at you. Still, you shook your head sternly, making him whimper. “C’mon… Master, Timmy needs to hear you say it.”

“‘Timmy’ needs to do less talking.” You said gruffly, guiding him closer to where you needed him most. His pupils went big, eyes fixed between your legs. Despite his earlier begging, he seemed perfectly content to pounce, taking you into his mouth, rough, barbed tongue lapping your skin. You braced your forearm against the wall, pressing your forehead against it and squeezing your eyes shut tight. He chuckled, sending vibrations through your skin as he swirled his tongue, sweetly looking up at you as he sucked. You shoved a foot between his legs, letting him rut against it as he put that darling mouth of his to good use. Perhaps it was a little quick, but you were soon cumming into his mouth.

He pulled himself off of you, running his tongue along his upper lip, gathering every drop of residue from you. “You taste so good, master.” he purred, thumb pressing circles into your hip. “Timmy could do this for hours!”

“Did I tell you to stop?” You glared down at him, and he flinched, holding you a little tighter.

“Master–”

“I’m rather frustrated right now. You’ll get your reward when you properly satisfy me.”

His eyes lit up at the mention of a treat, and he dove back in, driving his hips into your calf as he buried his face back onto you. Your whole body shuddered, and he preened at the feeling of you enjoying him, knowing just how good he was being for you. His pants had grown uncomfortably tight, but he didn’t stop for a second to unbutton them, instead choosing to focus his entire attention on you and let the pleasure ramp up within him just like this. He lost track of the amount of times he came into his pants just from this alone, fat tears rolling down his cheeks that you lovingly wiped away.

[robin374]

would you be willing to do a hear me out for jimmy/fastpass and dr. timothy? they're my fav characters and no one really writes them

Their hero/villain persona being your hear me out (part 2)

Characters: Jimmy Valmer, Timmy (All aged up) Notes: HERE YOU GO POOKIE <3 They're so funny to write!! I hope you like it :) Jimmy's part may be too long sorry.

Jimmy Valmer:

You could hear laughter from outside your house. In your room, you and your friends were making a hear me out cake. You had even baked it yourselves. Wendy, one of your best friends, decided to record it on her cell phone, because according to her, ‘gems could come out of the video’.

Honestly, you were a little nervous about your hear me out choices. Yes, some were acceptable, such as: Dr. Strange's cape, Zeus, or even Hurricane Milton. However, there was one in particular that you didn't know if it would be accepted: the fastest superhero in all of South Park, Fastpass. There was something about him that made you nervous. The other hear me outs were almost beyond reach, if they consisted of people like real life, but Fastpass practically patrolled down your street from time to time.

“I'm next.” Heidi said, pulled out a slip of paper attached to a toothpick. “Ojo que este tiene forma humana.” Bebe joked with a laugh as she brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She was right, Heidi's previous hear me outs weren't the most normal in the world. I mean, who finds a black door handle attractive? Although this is Heidi we're talking about too, she was dating Cartman in fourth grade. Predictably, she had weird tastes. She stuck her slip of paper in the cupcake, showing it to the cell phone camera.“Hear me out on Magneto, the comic book version” After her statement the laughter erupted again. “Obviously you would like Magneto!” Exclaimed Annie, who was sitting on your bed.

“You're up, Y/N.” Said Wendy as she waved you over to the camera. You inhaled a breath, this was the moment of your most embarrassing revelation of your life. You took the piece of paper out of your bag where you had hidden it and sighed. You closed your eyes as if your friends' reaction was an avalanche that was going to fall right on top of you. “Fastpass.” You said, as you stuck the stick into the biscuit. There was a moment of silence and then the room was filled with gasps and laughter. Wendy was surprised, but said nothing. She just sat there on the small couch in your room. Bebe rose from her seat, surprised but with a smile on her face. “Are you sure?” she asked resting a hand on your shoulder. " I mean, I'll take her up on it. He's got something, he's funny and charismatic." Heidi said. You thanked her mentally. "Shut up, Heidi. You're not one to talk." Bebe said.

You pushed her hand away from your shoulder and tried to get a laugh out of your throat but it didn't come out. "I don't know why you're reacting like this, Bebe. You literally put Wendy's father in the cake earlier." You explained. Then the others started agreeing with you and the atmosphere calmed down a bit. After all, it was a video that probably no one would watch.

1 million views on tiktok and over 4 thousand comments. Some laughed at Heidi for putting the weirdest hear me outs of the whole group. And others... Others agreed with you when you mentioned Fastpass. You were in the dining room, watching all the comments, Bebe was arguing with the screen when some comments told her that Prince Naveen didn't count as hear me out.

It didn't get any better. The whole high school saw the TikTok. Now everyone in town knew about your little crush on the fast superhero. Even Kenny had approached you just to tell you that you might be able to talk to Fastpass if you put yourself in danger on purpose.

That afternoon, you had to work as a coach for the fourth grade Volleyball team. Wendy had asked you for the favor, since she was busy because she had to visit her grandmother. You didn't see the problem, you just had to follow the instructions Wendy had given you on a piece of paper.

The girls were just warming up the spikes when you heard a noise, it was like metal scraping against concrete. The sound was slow, like a threat. Until a final thump sounded. That's when you saw the roof start to fall in. Before you could run to save the girls, or at least put your body as a shield so the dry cement wouldn't fall on them. A yellowish glow cut through the ambient air and in less than a blink of an eye, you fell into the snow. “I-if i -if you wanted a date with me all you had to do was as- ask-ask me.” He said with his teasing tone that made you flustered.

The next day, almost the entire class came up to you asking if you were okay. Even Mr. Mackey had told you that if you were still affected by the accident, his door to his office would be open. What had surprised you the most, however, was that Jimmy had not left your side at any time since you had arrived at the school. And you didn't complain about it.

Timmy:

You were not a superhero. Nor were you a villain. You were a simple citizen who liked to take pictures. That's why every night you went out with your camera to see if you could catch a superhero in action. Maybe Toolshed or Mysterion... The Coon, well, you didn't want to bump into him because you had already taken a picture of him and he had followed you around all night asking you to take more pictures so he could upload them to his Coonstagram account and become more famous.

You deleted his only photo in front of him. And you left.

Tonight, you were ready for anything. You learned the entire patrol route of The Coon simply to avoid him. You walked attentively, clutching your camera as if it were your child. Which, it almost was because it cost more than your own life. You heard a voice, it was low and raspy. Mysterion. He was talking to another boy who was sitting in a wheelchair. Your hands moved unconsciously to the camera, you zoomed in with the lens and.... FLASH!

Both superheroes turned in your direction at the same time. You felt Mysterion's eyes on you, and in that moment you knew why he was the hero most respected by citizens and feared by criminals. “Shit, shit, shit... I've been caught! I'm going to die!” You didn't even make the attempt to put the camera back in the bag, you turned around and began to run as if your life consisted of it. You had no direction whatsoever, so you kept turning between alleys.

Meanwhile, Mysterion had started running until an invisible force stopped him. “She's not worth it, she's a citizen.” Doctor Timothy said. The doctor's serious voice echoed through Mysterion's head. “What if she's a spy?” Exclaimed the masked hero, seeing that Doctor Timothy wasn't going to argue, he huffed. The invisible force released him.

The next night, you went out again. Who was that boy in the wheelchair? You had not heard of him and you wanted to know more information, maybe he was someone important. What if he was a villain? It was necessary to get information out, maybe it would be useful to some hero if they needed it at some point.

“It's already the fifth time I've seen you at night.” A voice echoed in your head. You felt your skin slowly pale, your hand trembling over the camera. You turned your head to all sides, but you couldn't see anything, you were alone on the street, where was that voice coming from? “I'm going to turn on the camera and as soon as he comes out into the light, I'll take a picture... And I'll leave.” You thought, it was a good plan. Well, it was your only plan at the time. You gripped the camera tightly and held it close to your chest. Then, an invisible force snatched it out of your hands with a mammoth force. “Huh!?”

“It's not a good idea to go out at night, Y/N,” That voice again. You looked around again, but saw nothing. There weren't even people on the street, which was odd, because South Park at night was packed with people. A wave of bravery invaded your body for a moment, “Show yourself.” As brave as your voice sounded, your hands were shaking like a newborn fawn and your legs were begging to run away. But you didn't want to listen to your body, it was no longer a matter of necessity, now it was a matter of stubbornness. The screeching of wheels reached your ears, the sound came from behind you. You looked at your camera, it was floating in the air a few meters away from you. You couldn't reach it. You sighed and turned around. You found a boy sitting in a wheelchair, with orange blond hair. He was wearing a smart dark blue suit with a red tie. He rested his fingers on the side of his temple and stared at you. "The night in this town is very dangerous, Y/N. I wouldn't want someone like you to suffer unnecessary harm. Please go home." He said. And even though his expression was serious and hard, his tone of voice was soft, you'd even risk saying he was worried. “Okay... But give me back my camera first, please.” You agreed, while pointing to your camera that was still floating. He handed the camera back to you and turned away without a word.

You stood there for a few seconds, still thinking about his soft tone of voice... Well, he was cute. You thought as you walked back to your house.

The next day, you were in math class, but your mind wasn't exactly thinking about the derivatives the teacher was explaining. "Maybe I'll go out again tonight, see if I can meet him again..." You thought as you looked out the window. Before you knew it, the class was over. "He didn't even tell me his name". You thought. Suddenly someone blocked your view, it was Timmy. He looked at you with his typical smile and handed you a card. It was in the shape of a heart. How strange. Carefully, you opened the letter: "The superhero team proclaimed Freedom Pals wants to recruit you as an official photographer and communicator. Also known as ‘the guy in the chair.’" Sincerely: Doctor Timothy."

[closetmonsterx]

I have an idea

(This is just my favs, but if u want me to do someone else tell me and I’ll happily do so <3)

Includes Hector, Parker, Chance, Timothy & Timmy, Doug

Romantic! Date Everything! Headcanons to ‘what movie they’d pick during movie night’! + how they act!

Hector 💨

Depends on if you’re watching in the attic or not. I hc that he doesn’t rlly leave the attic due to the other objects, so it’d be a little difficult to watch something with him.

If you’re just watching something in the living room, he’s watching with you from the vents. Maybe without your knowledge. Or well- the best he can watch with how the vents around the house are positioned..

You’ve actually had a lot of movie nights together, as far as he’s aware. He counts his watching from the vents as quality time.

He’ll listen to what they say, try to catch glances of telly’s screen.. but his attention is mainly on you. How you react when something dramatic happens, how cute your face gets when your eyes are glued to the screen, determined to not miss a single scene.. oh he loves everything about you.

But if you’re determined to watch something with him close to you, firstly you’d need to somehow push the TV upstairs and into the attic. Then you’d have to plug it in and everything.

Telly didn’t really appreciate being pushed up the stairs btw.

He helps you the moment he sees you push it through the attic door ofc, awkwardly stuttering out quietly that he’ll help and how strong you are. All kinds of praise, though nervous.

Once you two get all cuddled up with pillows and blankets you also brought up with you, you insist he picks the movie.

He was worried the whole time that he’d pick something you didn’t like, but you kept reminding him that you’d be happy with whatever.

He eventually decided on The Phantom of the Opera. He was afraid you’d decline, but to his surprise you happily agreed and searched for it on telly, who helped you find it.

The whole time, he’s holding onto you. Only because you had insisted it was okay for him to do so, though. Holding your hand, or hugging you against him, or just anyway to have contact with your body.

Parker 🎱

When you first asked for a movie night, it was no surprise that he made you play a little game of rock paper scissors to see if he’d agree or not.

Though when you threw out scissors, you saw him quickly switch his hand from rock to paper hoping you wouldn’t notice..

He shrugged and beamed a smile, happy you won despite him causing you to because he wanted to watch a movie with you. Just imagining you and him cuddled close together on the couch made him all giggly

He was holding your hand the whole time. Whilst you both grabbed snacks, whilst you both got cozy on koa, even whilst he was picking the movie.

Tho he did get stuck between two, so he did eenie-meenie-miny-mo to decide. He ended up choosing The Hunger Games.

The other choice was the Lego Batman Movie, but eenie-meenie-miny-mo ended up on Hunger games, and he refused to change the result since it’d be ‘breaking the rules’

He was holding your hand the whole two and a half hours, fidgeting with your fingers during the boring scenes.

Also he 100% full on sobbed when Rue died. Though after the movie night he insists you were seeing things.

Chance 🎲

After you came up to him and asked for a movie night together, he rolled an ability check.

Though he said if it was a one, it’d be no, and if it was anything higher than one then it was a yes.

Obviously you rolled something higher than one. You rolled a 13.

He sat you down on the couch whilst he went off on a ‘quest to find the best snacks for his beloved’. Don’t look at me, thats what he called his run to the kitchen.

He actually wasn’t sure since you’ve never spoken about it, so he asked the other objects in the kitchen. But then he came back with almost everything Freddy had insisted you liked. Which was everything Freddy had in stock for some reason.

He put everything on the coffee table, getting comfy with you and waiting for you to select a movie as he cuddled close to you.

But when you passed him the remote, he took it with a smile, intending on picking what he knew you’d both enjoy.

He did end up picking Dungeons & Dragons: Honour Among Thieves. Or like, do i call it G&G? Idk. But thats what he chose, sorry, he thought it was perfect.

Luckily you seemed to love it too, both of you snacking on what he brought from the kitchen whilst he had his eyes glued to the screen.

He was stuck to your side for the rest of the day, talking your ear off about how awesome the movie was with a cute smile on his face.

Timothy ⏰ (Switches into Timmy)

When you first asked him if he wanted to have a movie night, you were smart enough to ask near the end of the day, when he was about to set his schedule up for tomorrow. (Hehe, shhhedule)

He appreciated how you waited until he was able to put it in his schedule without having to squeeze it in, so he actually cleared most of his day to spend it with you. Tomorrow, from 12pm to 10pm, you had him all to yourself. (He usually fell asleep for the night before 10pm, so you technically had the rest of the day with him)

When the time rolled around for you and him to have said movie night, he was already at the couch by the time you got into the living room. Sitting with his back straight and all.

He had snacks laid out, drinks prepared, pillows and blankets draped over the couch, and a movie already prepared on the TV.

He greeted you with a smile and a wave of his tail, and after you both got comfy on the couch.. you realised what he chose wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be.

Whilst you thought it would be some documentary about clocks or how important time is.. he actually chose Cats the musical. Y’know, the shit one with Taylor swift in it.

He soon told you that he would have chosen a documentary, but Telly informed him that movie nights shouldn’t be boring. Turns out Telly was the one who chose the movie. Whilst it was kinda on brand for Timothy, Telly knew you hated this. Nobody likes it.

Timothy grew into the vibe of the musical, though he found the costumes of the cats creepy.

He did forget to be on top of when Timmy would come out, so you ended up stuck with Timmy being all over you for the rest of your movie night.

I mean nuzzling, cuddling, smothering.. what can he say, he missed you.

Safe to say, the rest of your night was filled with cuddles, snacks, telly switching the movie to Steven Universe, and your bf purring in your lap.

Doug 😐

So. You asked him for a movie night, he said yes. Yippee!

But once you headed down to the living room later on, you noticed it was empty. Telly was off, no snacks, blankets still folded neatly, and most importantly.. no Doug.

You sighed and went over to Koa, flopping down onto him and thinking he was probably late. Or forgot. But Koa gladly kept you company, even offering to watch a movie with you like you wanted to with Doug. But you declined.

10 minutes pass and still nothing. You huffed and stood up, but then Doug appeared. In the doorway. You asked him why he was so late, but he just smirked and told you he wanted to make you worry.

He walked over and picked you up by the waist, throwing you over his shoulder and heading upstairs to your bedroom, you laughing in surprise.

He plopped you down on the bed, getting in with you and grabbing your laptop from beside your bed. He somehow knew all your login details.. huh. No matter, more importantly he seems to want to have your movie night in bed.

He went into Netflix and then selected a bunch of true crime documentaries. Big surprise. He was on his phone most of the time, you watching the laptop. He was paying attention, he just got bored when the victims drifted away from the main topic to drawl on for ‘sympathy points’ as he said.

He had his hand on your ass the whole time, another bigg surprise. But it was a sweet moment. For someone like Doug, anyway.

But with both of you under the blankets, watching people describe how their life fell apart whilst he doomscrolled on his phone.. you were happy like this, and he was too. Maybe he wasn’t great at expressing it, but he was.

Ok so these kinda turned more towards short stories, but i like how it turned out.

[strawberriescherrieskiwi]

HC of asking Paul to use the voice in you...inappropriately ;) Would he be down for that or pass?

You loved seeing Paul use his voice. Every time he would yell at someone or lose control and use it on his mother or another Bene Gesserit you would have to cross your legs and try to act unphased.

When Paul pressed you against the alcove you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer. His lips were aggressive against yours and you moaned pulling away slightly. "Paul, can you..." You paused unsure if you should ask.

"Whatever it is you want. It is yours. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you," he said in earnest.

"I want you to use the voice.... on me," you said shyly.

Paul paused looking down at you in confusion. "Use it on you?" he questioned. "Yes. Not like you used on others but you know... when we are like this." you looked down at the floor.

Paul gripped your chin and made you look at him. "You want me to use it sexually on you?" he questioned smirking slightly.

"Yes," you said.

Paul laughed, pressing his lips to yours roughly pulling at your clothes. "You want me to force you, my love? Take away your free will?" He laughed again. "My naughty, love," he added.

"Paul please," you begged.

"On your knees," he said using the voice. The order washed over your body and you gasped and grew wetter. You dropped to your knees in front of him.

Paul undid his pants and pulled his cock out giving himself two pumps before grabbing the back of your neck. "Be a good girl and suck my cock."

"Yes, my emperor," you said taking in into your mouth.

[thebetawolfgirl]

Silent Promise

Word count: 503

Warnings: Slight smut!

A/N: This is my first ever Timmy fic so please be gentle

Pairing: Timmy/Reader

Silent Promise

You were expecting him home soon, the concert would’ve finished about a half hour ago and he would be making his way home to you.

He was a nervous wreck getting dressed earlier. He was excited to go see Beyoncé in concert, he had bought the tickets weeks in advance and got a spot in the VIP area. But he had wanted to take you, not Kylie. He was furious with his PR team when they said he had to go with Kylie Jenner.

This was supposed to be the first time going public with you, the love of his life, and now he was told he would have to go with her after all the rumours that were spreading.

You both knew of course it was the family that had started the rumours in order to ‘repair’ Kylie’s damaged image, but Timothée didn’t expect he would actually have to get involved with any of it.

When the video of him kissing her at the concert started going around you knew it was fake instantly by the way he looked straight at the camera that had ‘caught’ them. And you also knew Timmy’s anxiety would be through the roof at the thought of you seeing it and thinking the worst of him.

You were floating on your back in the pool when you heard him come through the front door. You knew he would be tearing his way through every room until he found you, you saw the bedroom light go on upstairs and felt his gaze find you at the window, and then the light went off. He was in his boxers by the time he got to the back door and just jumped right in, swimming underneath until resurfacing right in front of you.

His wet hair was clinging to his forehead as you looked at each other before he wrapped his arms around your waist and without a word kissed you gently. You kissed him back holding onto his shoulders as you both got heated in the kiss. Timmy lifted you onto the edge of the pool without breaking the kiss, and wrapped your legs around him holding onto your thighs. He removed both your bikini and his boxers and pushed himself out of the water as you lay back pulling him over you.

You could feel his length against your thigh and slid your hand down to his lower back to guide him as he pushed into you.

Timmy slammed hard into you as your legs wrapped around his waist and he buried his face against your neck breathing heavily rocking his hips against yours.

You lifted his head and kissed him passionately without saying a word and you both came together soon after panting heavily with Timmy shaking in your arms.

You knew what he was trying to say as he carried you upstairs to bed and crawled back into your arms to fall asleep.

No matter what, he would always come home to you, and only you.

@sufferingstarlight @lixzey @gatoenlaciudad @kteezy997