syn: cuddling with timothy, watching the time go by
tags: pet play, fluff, no timmy, not betaread
Running hands through Timothy's pretty black hair, listening to his sweet, content purrs as a clock ticked on. It smelled of early morning sunshine, complimented by the soft, plush pillows you laid on.
"Timothy," you croak out, your voice morning and groggy.
His ears flicker at the sound, his paws in the pillows, tail swaying beneath the sheets. He looks at you with button eyes, a purr on his lips, "Yess?"
Your hands caress his tan cheeks. You scoot close to him, noses soon to touch. The bed is hot between the warmth of you too, and hot with the distant memory of the night before. Your lovely date with Timothy. He relaxed up on his schedule to give you a fancy, late-night London-themed dinner. And the night ended with fervent, passionate love-making. Timothy, of which, loved your body with a greedy tongue, and spontaneous hands.
It was perfect.
You've never felt connected to another.
And here, you spent sweet mornings snuggling up close, sharing the same solitary breath. Your hand trails down to his waist. Timothy turns onto his side, and you take the time to caress up his side and to down his warm chest. He sighs in contentment, flopping onto his back, his cute hands guiding yours to his belly.
"I trust you will not overstay this welcome," he purrs smartly.
You giggle, rubbing slow circles onto the soft, plush skin, his happy trail brushed in every pet. He folds his hands into paws on his chest, a delighted giggle escaping him. You cuddle uo close, resting your head on his shoulder, burying your nose against his neck, your legs going to meet his beneath the covers. "How long do I have," you hum.
"Precisely 15 seconds! Before my... Instincts kick in," he chimes.
You laugh, "I like it when you're wild."
"Ooh that I know dear... You've shown- nay- told- or well... Shouted quite a bit about it last night," he cooes. It's deathly seductive.
"T-Timothy," you gulp, "You bad boy."
Little claws press into your hands. You pout. "Time's up?" You ask. Looking up, you see Timmy's blown out eyes turned narrow and sharp, his tail making a playful thumping next to you.
You drum you fingers on his tummy, his sharp eyes flying to the movement, pupils dilating, ears laying flat. You drum your fingers again, this time quicker than the last, watching his cut face as he absent mindly bared teeth. You jerked your had quickly again, straight into the air, and Timothy caught it, bring your hand to his lips, were his sharp claws pin you, and your fingers meet his teeth as he nibbles on the skin.
You laugh, "Ow! Oww... Ow." You thought making soft whines would persuade his mercy, but he continued to nip your skin- delicately. Suppose it was your fault, not heading his, albeit very cute, warning.
When he's done making his art on you, your hand is released, and it flops down on his sternum where his heartbeat tickles your fingertips.
"Ouchhh," you whine again, throwing him big eyes.
He shifts in the bed, only to kiss your head tenderly. "I am not sorry. It is what happens when you--"
"Disobey time and strict schh'eduling," you whisper.
He smiles contently, "I have taught you well, my minutes."
"Minutes?" You ask.
He perks shyly, "I thought it would be cute. You are the one I long to spend my minutes with. As precious as time!"
Your chest gets warm, blood rushing to your face. "Aw... Timothy... You're so cute," you giggle.
"A-hee... Well. I'm glad. I try to be romantic... I've been learning from Dante, you see," He chuckles.
You sit upright, and his eyes flicker to your naked chest, while your hands rest on his body. "Learning from quite the master, Timothy..."
His eyes lid over. He purrs, "Do you quite enjoy this?" His hands slide up to your nipples.
You bite your lip, "But of course, my hours."
The rest of the day was spent in such a lazy way with Timothy, cuddling up close, enjoying fleeting moments as time ticked away. Moments you wouldn't exchange for the world.
hii !! oh my goodness i LOVE ur work sm !! ur dunk hcs were just CHEF'S KISS
i was wondering if i could request a timothy x reader who's a golden retriever hybrid !! sort of like a physical representation of the black cat x golden retriever trope ! hopefully that's ok !! 💕
Timothy Timepiece : Date Everything! Golden Retriever reader HCS
cw: not proof read, pls comment or dm if there is something that needs to be tagged!!
count: 477 words , 2,666 characters
note: thank you sm for requesting!! I absolutely love the golden retriever trope, i personally love golden retriever personality. and i think this idea was genius lmao, enjoy you clod!! (I felt like this totes flopped idk i dont really like it tbh)
Ever since you started to date your clock, you'd notice how instead of Timothy constantly being strict about schedule and timeliness. He's now more lenient with clearing up hours of his day for you, whether it be an extra hour of cuddling and other activities. Or how he's just living in the moment with you dismissing his schedule. It's just the way you are, how you encourage him to spend time with you, his heart beat does follow yours in time after all.
Timothy may be your partner, but he's worried for his pocket-watches safety when you're around. It's not that he doesn't trust you, he does very much so, he doesn't trust you around his extremely delicate collection. He loves your energy but a little too much or a little too less could end in catastrophe!! Maybe you can just.. watch in excitement as he takes apart and tightens the pieces of the pocket watches.
Dates with Timothy is always precise and on point, every single activity has a timestamp which you both gladly take part in. Especially when it comes to just being out together, Timothy insists you follow the schedule he had planned. The most attractive date he's been on with you is the same date he used as a fake scenario, when you both seated for dinner he asks you about the night's agenda and schedule. And you read peppily off a meticulously planned timetable for the evening in 10 minutes? He could only smile, eyes half lidded, and purr in adoration. He's never met someone so timely like you.
Timothy definitely purrs or mewls when you two have more intimate moments, he just simply cannot get enough. Each touch from you is full of love his hearts ticking and tocking simply speeds up a few seconds more than they're accustomed too. Even if you're holding his hand and swinging it around, its synced with the ticking of his pocket watches & heart. Timothy has a spot behind his left ear, and when you run your fingers through his hair and scratch that spot he reacts both vocally and physically. Like leaning into your touch and mewling.
You two are such a striking pair, one being the humanoid cat of time and the other being a pure golden retriever sweetheart. The energy contrasts completely but somehow you two balance eachother out wholesomely. While Timothy makes sure you know your time and schedules so you miss nothing out, you make sure he has his time and schedule with you so he has time for himself and you.
Timothy may love his timeliness and his schedules, but in honest truth he prioritizes you more. He’s willing to ditch a few meetings in his schedule to spend more time with you, like mentioned he definitely spends extra hours next to you. And as sweet as it is, you make sure not to take advantage of it. You want him to live more in the moment yes, but you respect his interest in schedule. Every time he takes a break from being sharply on time, it’s addicting and intoxicating. He can’t explain it but it makes him feel fluttery inside, not the tick-tock kind. His time is well spent with you, afterall there is always time for you.
posted June 25, subject to chance, please do not repost or copy my works in any way shape or form.
your name is christina vee you just got cast as a human toaster in some indie video game you arrive on set your coworker from that kids' show you both work on is there for some reason. And he's voicing a catboy. Again.
timothy timepiece sprite edits cause someone’s comment on twt in my mac and timothy swap art inspired me to edit/redesign timothy
ramble, mood board, version without doodles and etc and under cut u know my drill
monocle - can flip a second layer of lens over, first layer prescription and second layer is like tinted sunglasses, I like to think maybe timothy squints and strains one eye particularly so he needs prescription for one eye (low-key reminds me of my younger self watching tv lying sideways and managing to fk up one eye way more
cats on bag - slightly different! to represent timothy and timmy
heels ? - kitten heels
bag is a cuckoo clock I think that’s obvious lol
the earring on his ear connects to the monocle chain
most buttons are clocks you can zoom in to see them (SOME ARE PIXELATED AF IM SORRY)
The clock ring on his finger is functional, might sound stuPID BUT I OWN A FUNCTIONAL WATCH RING AND IT LOW-KEY TICKS SO LOUD I WANT TO EAT IT ok
Realistically I doubt he’ll actually dress like this cause it’s too time consuming and he’s alllll about his schedule but ehe I had fun
ok who reads my rambles anyways some of my captions are so long and for what bro okay meow meow if you read this ily thank u
how do you feel about Eddie x Volt x Reader x Timothy? it's been a favorite of mine that I wrote a draft for here and there, I just think Eddie and Volt (especially Eddie) would work so well with Timothy (or Timmy).
a little cenario living rent free in my head is: Timothy anoying Eddie by simply not shutting up, then Eddie snatching him by the bow tie because he will lose it if he says schedule that way one more time.
thoughs?
And prayers/jk
I fear I don't see your vision sadly. I feel like Timothy could work with Eddie, keeping him on schedule with breaks and taking time for himself, ect, but I can't see him with Volt. Volt's too smooth for Timothy, he can change an entire schedule of entertainers on the drop of a hat. Volt's nonchalantness about changing things would piss Timothy off and Timothy's tight schedule that leaves no wiggle room would bore Volt. And as we know, Volt and Eddie are a packaged deal, can't have one without the other.
I can't even really see Timothy ever being in the bar. Once again, I don't think he'd like the fluidness of it all. The way things constantly change irks him and I imagine he doesn't enjoy being around drunk people that much.
You've found yourself in the most peculiar yet arousing situation.
Your legs are spread wide, your right leg over Betty's shoulder, left leg over Timothy's as they stare at your sex with greedy eyes. You stare down at them, half taken aback by how they are both on their hands and knees on the plush bed. Betty's gorgeous tits kiss against the sheets, her hand stroking your thigh, seductive hazed over eyes glaring at you with watery juicy lips.
Timothy, on the other hand, paws and kitten licks your thigh, his raven tail curling and swaying with all the playfulness in the world. He wants to rush you, he wants you to pick him. With his saucer eyes, black little dew drops with flickers of yellow, pleading with you to pick him.
You reach down, grab the back of his head, and push him into your sex. "Purrfect," he mewls, using that obnoxious tongue of his to devour you like kittens to milk.
"Oh, c'mon, big boy," Betty purrs, leaning in close to his ears, which flicker when her lips touch the fur. "Save some for me." Her free hand drums down his back, forcing him to shiver.
You moan out, at how he skillfully sculpts you, his horny saucer eyes switching from your glaze to Betty's, feeling cornered between two beasts. Betty's breath is heavy as she bites her lip, "Can't wait any longer." Betty dives into you, flattening her tongue into a thick stripe. She licks you up in one fell swoop, your sex hot from arousal, and the heat of both their hungry mouths.
You moan out, but she doesn't stop, almost taking control over pleasuring your sex. She takes the grounds, leaving Timothy to lick up the rest. The room begins to fill with delicious, sloppy sounds. Her eyes were drowning in lust, and her pretty face flushed red, but in every move she was confident. The sight was sharp, watching her suck you as if you were a treat.
Timothy was slowly moaning out for every lick. He's greedy, but remaining docile. His wide eyes match his lowered ears, stress, and neediness. With every desire he wants to paw at his pants, have you alone. Yet here Betty is, interrupting the schedule.
But he'll allow it, after all, his darling was about to cum.
You brace yourself on thin air as your orgasm washes over you. Timothy watches with observant, blissful eyes. But he's barely able to before Betty's hand slides up the back of his head, fisting back locks between her fingers. His ears shot forward, "Ahhg! B-Betty."
"Just gonna keep watching, little kitty," she asks him, licking her lips of your juices. Timothy's lips shine similarly in the mixture of spit and you.
He's shy, stuttering out, "N-No. Of course not. The next activity on my intercourse schedule--"
"Schedule? Maybe you need a little liberating from it, Timothy… Come out and play," she purrs out. She's irresistible; she takes up the space; it's hers. Before you know it, Timothy has fallen victim to it, limp in her hold, needy, greedy lips parting, eyes lidding to taste her tongue. They meet; their kiss is fierce, with Betty leading and Timothy following her every sway.
She parts the kiss, "Are you a bad kitty?"
"Y-Yes… I am a b-bad kitty," Timothy mewls, eyes shaded over. His hands grab at her shoulders, trying to pull her back to him. "I-im a bad kitty... s-so kiss me," he hushes. Their lips crash again, and you're there in shock. Your hands are traveling all over your body, pleasuring yourself in the right places, quiet moans as you watch the show.
Betty has one hand on his cheek, the other trailing down his back to his tiny waist. He shivers once, his tail whipping up then swimming a sultry sway. Then, he shivers again, except this time, his tail puffs, darting straight up. He yelps suddenly, "Oh Dear! My scheduling! Its ru--mmgg!" But he's cut off by himself, biting his lips as black eyes roll to the back of his head, "Nyaaa."
Betty pulls away, eyebrows pinching in concern. "Are you alright Timot--"
In an instant, he pounces on her with a catty smile, and they crash into the space next to you as you dart upright. Timmy grins as he rubs his face into Betty's breasts, purring out sweetly. "Timmy will show you both what a bad kitty is," he barks out. He is all toothy. And before anyone could laugh at his ridiculousness, Timmy stands on business.
He steals Betty's lips, interrupting the kiss with bites and nips. Sucking down on her tongue, while his paws undress her top. Her breasts bounce out, and he is no stranger to inviting his kitten licks downstairs to tease and play. Betty moans out, her sound rich and vital.
You creep up behind them, grabbing Timmy's tail, his ass brushing your crotch. He perks and arches back into you, finally breaking his barrage to look back at you with a sexy-over-the-shoulder glare. "Is master pleased with Timmy," he asks, perking his ass into you.
You grunt in disbelief.
"He's out of control," Betty moans, her voice drowning in light giggles.
"Nyaa," Timmy mewls in agreement.
You hook your hands around his dress paints, slipping them off him along with his boxers. His cute, tan ass greets you first above anything, and it's groped thoroughly. "Master," he whispers to you as he takes in Betty's lips.
You crack your hand on his cheek, watching his tail stiffen and sway. How he yelps and breaks his kiss. And with entitled eyes, he glares back at you. "Hey," he barks.
Betty giggles, rising free from beneath him, her hand petting his soft head. "I've got an idea," she hums.
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It's a pretty sight. Your fingers are deep in Timmy's ass, fingertips curving against his sweet spot, freehand stretched over to slowly stroke his leaky, horny cock. His little paws are on either side of Betty's thighs, his head pushed into Betty's pussy.
The sound of his strong, fervent slurps fills the room, only interrupted by his sharp mewls and Betty's tender groans. Her hands play in his hair, tickling his ears, her curves out in display, her voluminous breasts with large pink nipples are out wonderfully, covered in hickeys from Timmy's catfight.
"Timothy was such an obedient kitty," you strike his spot, giving his sensitive head a loving tandem squeeze.
Timmy wails, the sound muffled by her juicy, wet box. His tail curves longingly around your arm. You've been edging him, forcing him to push Betty to her high like a sex toy. His eyes are teary, ecstasy in every breath of his. He's a bad, evil kitty, he does what he wants.
And with teary eyes he stares up at Betty as he delivers on the best head, leaking more and more for every erotic expression that crosses her face. Her grip on his hair tightens, and his tail begins to quiver and shake. He's going to cum.
"Aah… Mmh, a-amazing," Betty arches forward, pushing her big clit into Timmy's flickering tongue. He made her clit swollen and fat, throbbing, the echos of his tongue still lingering on her nub.
Timmy's denied yet another orgasm, and with a wail, he pops off Betty's sweetness. "Nyou-no fair master. No fair," he commands. He pushes himself onto your fingers, his tail quivering. "Mmhm, Timmy like this," he moans, as he slowly fucks himself on your fingertips.
"Bad Timmy," you scold and hold his ass in place.
"Timmy will only pleasure Betty if Master pleases Timmy! Timmy has been good," he growls, baring his teeth.
"Cant-uh… tame this one, baby," Betty pants. Her face is sensual as she teases her nipples, abrupt, sharp twists as her clit throbs.
"Do we have a deal with Timmy," he smiles sharply.
You purr, "Mmh… I think I know a way we can all get what we want."
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Betty rides Timmy like a cowboy, and you wish you could see it. But the juicy, lustful sound of her wet pussy combined with her ragged, desperate moans was enough for you. Every thrust shook the bed, you could feel the weight shift behind you, as you sat over Timmy's face, your sex all in his mouth from this angle, your back turned to Betty.
His paws were on either side of your thighs, his gorgeous blown-out eyes fleeing from the stars and back. Avoiding the power that comes with sharing a glare with you.
Betty's hand was on your shoulders, using you as stability to fuck herself down on Timmy's wet cock. Her fat swollen clit was wonderfully teased with by her freehand, as the stench of fucking filled the bedroom.
"oouh-- f'yess m- mm- mff," Betty swallows thickly, her toes curled up, stars twinkling in her peripherals.
You were gonna blow. Not just from Timmy's wild mouth, but from Betty's lewdness, or maybe it was the way the bed shifted, pushing yourself deeper into Timmy, or was it the way his sexy, boba-pearl eyes glared at you, combined with his alert, prideful ears.
Timmy was gonna cum too. His cock was leaking and twitching inside Betty's warm, juicy folds. She was velvet and red hot, sucking him back in with an intense grip, and how her weight rested on him, combined with your sex ruffling him dead quiet, thighs tickling his face, your ass near to his neck and chest-- he couldn't stay alive for his own good.
And within seconds, he cries out on your sex, "nnyff!! nyyaaff," and shoots hot, sticky streams deep into Betty.
Betty's eyes roll back, her sinful pussy sucking him all up, as she lowered herself on him, teasing her clit, fucking it until she soon blew, "m' cummin' ooh-- f'yesss!" And in tandem, hearing her fuck her clit made you go haywire, as you spilled all over Timmy's poor mouth.
"Mmasterff-masterff," he groans.
You don't remember much, too tired from being too fucking horny. But you do remember the aftercare, and the tender, sweet cuddling. How Timmy curled up next to Betty, cutely tucking his tail in, resting his head on her shoulder, his paws stroking your cheek as you rested on the opposite side of her, your head resting on her pillowy breasts. Her warm hand was stroking your back, her laugh soft and faint as you faded into sleep.
