Tim And Moby Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“That comes at a price.” When Tim makes his way around us, Rob asks, “You sure you’re equal to that?” “Man, she’s killing me.” Tim squeezes his eyes shut then grins as his blue-haired girlfriend pounces on him, bites his chest and squeezes his butt openly. “And I’ll go happily to the grave.” *Rob*

Timothy's high, childish voice rang out from time to time. "Where's your mommy?" Timothy answered, "Mommy's living in a big, beautiful house right now." "Who else is in that big, beautiful house?" "Lots of men and women." "Who are these toys and clothes for?" "It's for Mommy's—" "Timmy!" Damien was still concussed, but he forced himself to get out of bed and padded out of the room to stop Timothy from giving away any more information. Upon seeing that Damien was awake, Timothy bounded up to him and hugged him.

And that’s exactly when Timtim, still crouching in her mission-success pose, turned around and collided straight into his — wet, shirtless — chest. Thud. Her face smacked the center of his bare skin. Time froze. She blinked. He didn’t move. Her cheek was still stuck to his chest. "Um," she squeaked. He looked down at her like she was a fly that had developed speech. “What. Are. You. Doing.” Timtim’s brain short-circuited. He was not a bald uncle. He was not middle-aged. He was not average. He looked like he belonged in a mafia movie — and on a Vogue cover. And now, he was standing with water sliding down his body, towel dangerously low, and she was touching him with her face.

But eventually, Tim pulled back, his eyes locked onto mine. "Sorry," he whispered, his voice husky. "I couldn't help myself." I smiled, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Don't apologize," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I liked it." Tim's eyes crinkled at the corners, and he leaned in close again. "I'm glad," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. "Because I'm going to do it again." "Keep moving Tim, it's getting late," Tom yelled from behind and we both chuckled, adding more space. "Kill joy", Tim yelled back

But Timothy… Timothy was a monster. He tore through wolves with terrifying ease, his Lycan form towering, muscles thick like boulders, eyes glowing a hellish yellow. "WHERE IS GABRIEL?" he roared. And before anyone could answer— Gabriel launched himself at Timothy with the force of an avalanche. Their impact cracked the earth. They rolled, claws slashing, teeth tearing, power colliding in violent bursts. Timothy grinned through blood. "I hope you’ve prepared your grave, Alpha." Gabriel snarled, "I hope you’ve prepared your face to be smashed into the dirt."

This time, it came up a full mouthful of slime that ran down my chin and onto my perky tits. I took yet another picture and sent the two to Tim. I wiped the fluid off my face, and couldn’t help but run my fingers over my pussy as I waited for Tim to answer. This time, it took almost a minute to get his response back. “Nice try. Not good enough, though. I know you like being messy.” I threw my phone on the bed in frustration. I thought that seeing me deep- throat ten inches would make any guy come running, but I kept forgetting that Tim wasn’t just any guy.

Liza embarrassingly apologised for being so jumpy. The man introduced himself as Tim and pointed out his little girl Tina that was already over playing with Gabe. Liza and Time began chatting about their children and Liza felt content at meeting a new friend. Tim appeared older than Liza maybe in his mid-thirties, he had dark short and messy hair with speckles of grey throughout, he also had some stubble on his chin. Liza's eyes began discretely roaming his body taking in his broad shoulders, his rolled-up business shirt showing colourful tattoos all over his arms and soft hands. She realised she had been staring too long when Gabe came bounding up asking for his food and drink. Liza had not

"Tobby, darling, did you ever met someone that look like aunty Molie, in the past perhaps?" He glanced at Molie for a second than me. I knew he gulped and then nodded his head. "Wait, you met someone like me?" Molie lifted her eyebrows. "Tobby, boy, do you know who I am?" "A witch?" His small voice sounded so certain. "Holy shi..." I glared at Finn and he didn't finish his words. "I mean, could it be Mira that he was seeing?" Finn looked at us then Tobby. The boy looked like he ws holding his anger.

he yelled excitedly. “Sure, son,” Caspian replied with a smile. Timmy kept talking the whole drive. He told us about school, and how the other children were amazed at him. “I have a new friend. She's really pretty and I like her hair,” he said, making us chuckle. I can see him being flocked by girls in the future. I guess it's the genes. He sure got it from his father. Caspian’s lips stretched into a smile as he continued to drive. Not long after, the car stopped in front of famous fast food in the City.

"Tim! You betrayed me?" Tim shrugged, feigning innocence. "Come on, Mrs. Mobius. I'm a law-abiding citizen. Of course I have to report any illegal activity I see." Naomi glared at him with murderous intent. "Do you think you can claim the Mobius family assets all by yourself this way? Dream on, Tim!" she screamed, as her usually composed expression twisted with rage. Compared to her anger, Tim remained completely calm. "Watch your words, Mrs. Mobius. The officers can all hear you. I won't take the fall for something I didn't do," he said mockingly as he stepped back.