Tootie Timmy Novels & Stories

"You're just angry that my dick is bigger than your boy toy's!" "Keep dreaming Little Timmy." "I am not little! I'll have you know that I'm well above average!" Hearing and seeing the water splash around, I knew that Timothy was moving away to grab a robe to cover himself with. "And don't call me Timmy!" "See? Now I just have to keep callin' you Timmy." "And I'll have to call you Ray-Ray." "Ew. No." "Exactly." Timothy grabbed another rob, motioning for me to stand up. "C'mon sweetie pie! Let's get you out of this tub so you can get dressed and eat."

Katie hurries through the abruptly vacated entrance and pauses on the top step, her worried expression quickly changing into an eye roll as Timothy hams it up, pretending to kiss my feet. “Oh get up, you idiot,” I tell him, nudging at him with my toe. “I can’t hug you down there.” I look sidelong at Aiden. “This ginger clown,” I tell him, “is Timothy. One of the two poor sods who got stuck with trying to get him to adulthood without breaking his neck is standing up there on the steps. That one’s Katie. You can tell her from the other one by the way she’s checking that Tim hasn’t broken anything instead of telling him off for acting the fool.”

In short, they feed the less-educated leading humble lives. The affordable, fresh meat they offer to customers has become the talk of town and made them into a success story, with Timmy being its face as Gary couldn’t be too exposed to the public. No thanks to death threats he received being the neatly dressed defender of suspects with shady characters right at first glance. One lazy Saturday afternoon, the couple finally had time to be together and be sweet to each other on their big sofa. Timmy came from lunch with Tess. Gary had played golf with Hugh in the morning as they continued reminiscing their days with Mayor Baltazar.

I say through the mind link. “Is there anything we should know about the kids that were brought in with you? Anything we can do to reassure them? They’re quite upset,” Deacon says, and the girl stops, her gaze moving towards him. “Timmy needs his teddy. It’s a small blue bear. He can’t sleep without it. Corey likes to be cuddled, and Honey has a blanket. It’s beige with daisies on it,” The girl says, and Raff writes down what she says.

He stood there at the door frame sliding his hands in his pockets. I watched him in amusement till he stood beside me walking through the main door and snaked his hand around my waist. I didn't realize that my lips curved into a smile watching him defending me. "It's Tim, Timothy! Not Tom!" Timothy said through his teeth. Oh wow! Now our cute baby tiger is angry.

Because apparently Aaron had been blessed by the gods with a demigod metabolism and could devour absurd amounts of fried chicken and fries without ever losing his cologne-commercial model looks. “Look, Davina, I love you, but these fries are amazing. And honestly, Timmy has a point. You should rest a bit.” I took a deep breath, counting to ten in my head so I wouldn’t throw something at him. “So that’s it? I’m surrounded by traitors?” I crossed my arms, staring Timmy down, but he stayed stubborn as ever. Timmy sighed, running a hand through his hair before cupping my face with a tenderness that disarmed me for just a second.

"Gideon!" He stumbled forward, tears and snot running down his face. "Gideon, you're finally here!" Timmy was just 14 years old. Though his combat skills were average, he was a genius with a remarkably high IQ, excelling in various technological fields. He could even hack into the national security systems of powerful countries and extract intelligence. Timmy hadn't been brought to Oasis Vale by Gideon. He was a distinguished expert hired for a substantial fee by Cipher. Ian had been impressed by his tech skills, which were invaluable for intelligence gathering and greatly benefited Cipher.

Go on, speak,” he propped his chin in his palm and blinked at Timmy. "I-i don't know, sir, but I will get to the end of it before the end of today. Someone must have messed up under my nose. I will sniff them up and clean this up," Timmy pressed his lips together and balled his fingers into fists. "I assure you," a line set in his jaw, and his brows knitted as he stared straight at Richie.

Tiffy asked from the back seat of the car. My lips curved into a small smile. Soon, we'd be in Boston, and my mind would be at ease. “Yes, sweetie. When has Grandpa ever said no to you?” Timmy huffed and crossed his arms around his chest. “Just don't name him Mr pumpkin.” “It's a much better name than Jacey Commander Noel you chose.” Timmy rolled his eyes at her, muttering a soft “Girls.” Rosa caught his eyes in the rearview mirror “What's wrong with ‘girls’ Timmy ?”

Next to him, little Timmy lay in his carrier, sucking on his pacifier and enjoying the smell of good food that graced his little nostrils. “Mmhph…it’s very good….mmmph,” Marie seconded, chomping through her food even as she stood up to fill more goodies onto her plate. “Can I bring some back? We can heat them up for tomorrow’s dinner John. Mmphm…mmm…they’re so good..”