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frenziedslashers · 11 months

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Hey! I was wondering if you had your writing requests open and if so if I could request a Timothy Lawrence x Male reader who was hired to be his body guard. If you only do head canon lists thats alright! But if you write one shots it could be something along the lines of the reader gets injured taking a hit for Tim and gets rather confused when Timothy gets concerned for his safety despite just doing his job. This may be incoherent I am very tired but thank you in advance!

The Body Guard;;

A/N: Yes, I can definitely write this for you, thank you for the ask!! Glad to see another Timothy enjoyer on my blog :)) Sorry if this isn't the best. I am trying to get back into the groove of writing!

Pairing: Timothy Lawrence x Reader

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, gun shot wound, male reader

He had no reason for a body guard, whatsoever. Sure, he was Jack's doppelgänger, but that's just it. He was nothing but a doppelgänger. In Jack's eyes, hell, in everyones eyes. He was replaceable. If he got shot that was on him and Jack could make a new body double. Yet, he was assigned you.

Timothy of course wasn't complaining when he met you. He didn't do a lot of talking when he met you. You intimidated him, to say the least. From your personality that Lawrence grew to love. To your appearance that he just couldn't get enough of. Everything about you was perfect, amazing.

You were handsome, and he was starstruck.

Weeks went by, even months and you were there with him everyday. Soon enough Timothy was an open book to you. Telling him everything that he could. Without risking getting in trouble by Hyperion, of course.

"I used to have freckles, you know?" He'd tell you, and his face would flush red under his mask when you revealed that he was probably adorable. He wasn't one hundred percent sure if you were being serious, or if you were being sarcastic. He took it as a flirtatious compliment, either way.

Nothing special ever happened at the Casino, so of course Timothy grew bored. He'd seek you for amusement. Some days you wondered why when there wasn't much for you to do besides protect him from the threats that ran around the casino. Such as the psycho's and bandits that ran to and fro.

"One day, if I ever get out of here, that is. I want us to go somewhere far away. Maybe to a moon on the outskirts of the system, where we can visit." Timothy day dreamt aloud, and you smiled. "Are you saying you want to run away with me?" You asked, and you broke into a smile at how flustered he grew. His gaze diverting from yours. The way he curled in on himself in the chair that he sat on.

"What? No! I mean, would you want to?" You smiled, pondering his nervous question. "I'd like to, if I don't get hired to watch anyone else." Timothy only nodded, reaching up to run his hand through his hair. "Right, right. Wouldn't want to take you from your job," you only nodded. You wished there was a way to help him escape this hell of his.

A few weeks later is when the accident happened. The two of you were running through the halls of the casino from a group of bandits that decided they wanted to pick a fight with you both. Typically they minded their own business, but today was not one of those days.

"What did we do?" Timothy asked in a panic, racing ahead of you as you turned to fire a shot at the psycho that neared the both of you. Timothy turning his head in time to watch the bandit go flying back with the force of the bullet in his chest. Blood splattering on the floor and wall beside it. It was truly horrific, but he was sadly used to it. Nearly as much as you were.

"I'd say we look too much like a meal to them," you shouted back, grabbing Timothy by the arms while tossing him to the side. Throwing the man behind a slot machine before you took a hit from the bullet that nearly hit him.

Timothy heard your shout no matter how hard you tried to suppress the noise. His eyes wide in terror.

"You're hit!" No shit.

You didn't say anything back. You only held your arm while taking cover beside the worrying male. Reaching for a grenade in your pocket before deploying it. "Cover your ears!" You yelled while shielding him yet again with your body.

The grand took out most of the bandits. Leaving you and Timothy with only a few more to wipe out - which wasn't too difficult. Once they were gone, Timothy was tugging you back towards his hide out.

"Tim, I'm fine," you snarled, but he was stubborn. Just as stubborn as you were. "You're not fine, you're bleeding and can hardly move your arm!" He snarled back, and you only rolled your eyes in defeat as he drug you to his bed. Grabbing some bandages on the way over.

"I've been shot before, you know? You think this is my first rodeo?" You asked, and he snorted. "Yeah, and I've been shot too. So I know that leaving it to fester isn't a good idea, bucko." He shot back with a chuckle. You only sighed with a nod in response. He was right, he always was it seemed like.

"So," He started in when it felt silent between the both of you. Helping you out of your shirt so he could get to the wound better. He never did seem to like the silence. He always got anxious, and nervous when it fell quiet. Especially when he was in predicaments that made him rather nervous anyways, like the one right now. Where he was so close to you that he could feel your body heat. The fact that you were just in the bullet proof vest under your shirt and jacket now was just the icing on the cake. A part of him wished you were shot in the chest just so he could see you without it. His eyes lingering while his hands held your arm.

"So?" You repeated when all he did was stare. IF anything, catching him staring at you like that fed your confidence that he might have some sort of attraction for you as well. "So uhm" he cleared his throat, "Where else have you been shot before?" He asked, chewing on his bottom lip as he wiped the blood from your arm. Taking note of the exit wound on the back. Doing his best not to hurt you in the process. Though you still winced and hissed when he touched your arm just right.

"A lot of places," you huffed out while he dabbed at the agitated skin. "I've got a nasty scar on my stomach, been shot in the back, my legs, been cut up by knives and shrapnel." You uttered, and he nodded. "Jeez, and I thought I had bad luck," he chuckled, and you nodded. "Thought you said you got shot before?" You questioned, and he sighed. "I did, but only twice, and I have the threat of my face or hand exploding." He chuckled, and you nodded.

"I'm sorry," He spoke, and you furrowed you brows, but quickly understood when he drenched your wound in alcohol with gauze. "Shit!" You hissed, and he pursed his lips with a worried brow. "I'm sorry, I know it hurts," he stammered, his hand growing a little shaky as he worked. Finally able to inject you with health serum after the wound was properly cleaned. Placing a bandage over top of it in order to help it heal properly. The serum only speeding up the process.

"Guess I need a better shield," you tried to joke, but Timothy hardly laughed at that. Only staring at where the bandage was placed now.

"I'm real sorry," he muttered, and you tilted your head. A little confused why he was repeating his apologies. "What for?" "For getting you into this mess! I don't deserve a body guard. Hell, I don't deserve having someone look out for me! I should have been the one who got shot," he spoke with distress. You only frowned at his words. You hated when he thought this way.

"Timothy, it's my job. If it wasn't you, it'd be someone else I was protecting. You do deserve having someone look after you. You don't deserve to be alone," you spoke, doing your best to get through to him, but it only seemed to make him more upset. "I just don't want to lose you," he muttered. Looking up at you with glossy eyes. "I can't be alone. Not again, not ever. Having you here is the only thing that keeps me sane. I was terrified when you got shot, I thought," he sighed, "I thought I was going to have to live here alone, with nothing but my thoughts and the idiots that run around here!" He snapped, and you smiled faintly at his ramble. Though you understood his worry, it was quite endearing hearing him say such things.

"Well, you won't lose me," he looked back over at you. "We're running away together, remember?" You asked, and he felt his face flush. thankful the masks as there to hide it. "I was hoping you forgot about that..." You snickered, reaching out to place a hand on his thigh. "How could I?"

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hrefna-the-raven · 1 year

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Cheering up Timothy

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Warnings: smut, 18+, daddy kink

Handsome Jack was dead and with his death Timothy's life would surely change completely, although he didn't know how exactly since his boss' death was not a clause in his contract. Jack never thought he would die like he did, he was the hero of this story after all. Since the news of his passing the body double sat on the couch in their apartment, stripped of the ridiculous amount of clothes, the mask lying on the table in front of him, sipping on a half empty bottle of whiskey. He never was much of a drinker, but he really had no clue on how to continue and the easiest for now was to drown his fear and doubts of the future in alcohol. His lips felt already numb and his vision was slightly blurred, lost in his fearful thoughts, he didn't even notice that you entered the room and silently observed him for a moment. You knew him and Jack from their time on Elpis, helping them to save the day, kill the Colonel and open the vault. You always had a soft spot for Tim, tagging along, spending time with him and helping him wherever you could, you even lived with him and Jack in the same place to remain close. Seeing him so desperate now hurt a lot. You walked up to him, ripped the bottle out of his hand and took a long sip before putting it on the table. He looked at you with his bleary mismatched eyes as you stood before him dressed in nothing but his worn yellow Hyperion t-shirt and a faint smile formed on his lips. You sat on his lap, placing your hands on the sides of his head, looking deep into his eyes.

“You shouldn't be like this, Tim. With Jack dead, you are free and you should be happy and not sitting here alone on the couch, drowning yourself in booze.”

He wrapped his arms around, pulling you closer.

“I've got the face of the most hated man and he is not even alive anymore to keep this company running or to protect me”, he paused a moment before continuing, “to protect us. I...I just don't know what to do.”

You placed a finger on his lips, “we don't need Jack to protect us and we don't need him to keep this company running. I have the shares, you have the face, we're the only ones who know about his death for now, so together we will keep this train in motion. You're strong enough to go through this, let's do it together! Let's not give up our life!”

You leaned in and kissed him deeply. Tim hugged you tighter, pushing you firmly on to him. Your tongue played along his lips before entering his mouth as you placed one hand on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin radiating on yours and the quickening heartbeat underneath. It is not the first time you tried to cheer him up, he was well aware of what was about to happen and he would enjoy it as much as all the previous times. You always knew what he needed and even at his saddest moments, with you on his side, he was the happiest man alive. Maybe also the most hated by proxy, but he tried to throw that thought as far away as he could. Bucking his hips, he rubbed against you, softly moaning as a bulge formed underneath his briefs. You broke the kiss to remove your tee and threw it on the floor. He leaned in to run his tongue around your nipple, sucking it gently. You rubbed yourself against his erection, moaning at the pleasurable feeling as the wetness pooled between your legs. Timothy lifted your hips up a bit to pull down his underpants and pressed you back on his erected cock. He felt so good, his soft skin on yours, his hard dick on your wet folds, it was a pleasure you wouldn't want to miss anymore. You started humping him faster, pushing him back and pressing your lips back on his. He eagerly sucked on your lips, rubbing your clit with his hand and a lustful moan escaped your mouth. You couldn't wait any longer, you needed to feel him deep inside of you. You lifted your hips slightly, grabbed his cock, moved it to your entrance and let your body down slowly. You both groaned at the sensation and feeling his dick twitch inside of you. You moved your hips back and forth, riding Timothy, very slowly at first before adjusting to a much quicker pace. Timothy's hands grabbed you, holding you still for a moment, breaking your kiss.

“I need-ah-f-fuck...you now”, he stammered lightly as his cheeks reddened.

His grip tightened and he heaved you next to him, moving one hand to your head, pressing it on the couch while he positioned himself behind you. Being beyond your range of vision, mixed with the sweet encouraging push of the alcohol, he acquired a sudden assurance that grew unto him during his years as a doppelganger.

“Oh Timmy, plea-”, you cut off the sentence as his other hand smacked on your ass.

“Daddy is going to show you some good time”, he drawled in Jack's seductive voice.

Before you could realise what he was doing, you could already feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance.

“Tell me what you need, pumpkin.”

“Tim-oooooh!”, you sputtered in an ecstatic moan before he pressed a hand on your mouth.

“Call me daddy, pumpkin, otherwise I will not fuck you.”

“Yes, daddy.”, you purred with intensified arousal.

Timothy push his hips forward, penetrating you deeply. He pushed harder and faster at every thrust, hitting your sweet spot just right. You could feel your orgasm build up and you started to push your hips against Timothy's thrusts to make them harder, trying to get his cock as far inside you as possible.

“Oh, pumpkin, daddy is clos-”

He came and you could feel his cum filling you up inside while your walls tightened and your own orgasm hit you hard. With a pleased sigh, you let yourself fall back on the couch, pulling Timothy, who was breathless and smiled happily, next you. You ran your fingers through his messy darkbrown hair.

“You really think I could be Jack?”, uncertainty filled his voice.

“You don't need to BE Jack”, you gently stroke his cheek, “just make sure no one will ever dare to challenge you and you'll be fine.”

You placed a soft kiss on his lips, placed your head on his chest an listened a while to his now calm breathing before dropping off.

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roryfuckedurmum · 1 year

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Masterlist

Songbird

Theia is a singer hired by Handsome Jack to headline his cabaret bar aboard the Handsome Jackpot.

• Chapter 1

• Chapter 2

currently taking requests for:

• Handsome Jack

• Rhys Strongfork

• Timothy Lawrence

• Mad Moxxi

• Fiona

• Zer0

• Sasha

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fluffhuntress · 1 year

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God I've had so many imagines but so much more exams and I didn't have time to write stuff : (

BUT HERE'S THIS

Y/N and the team: *sitting on a couch watching a movie*

Y/N: *falls asleep and falls on Timothy's arm*

Nisha: *gasps fingerpointing at them* AWW

Y/N: *silently snores*

The team: AWWWWW

Timothy: *visibly embarassed* ... guys

#borderlands the pre sequel #borderlands incorrect quotes #timothy lawrence #borderlands timothy lawerence #timothy lawrence x reader #i mean how cute is that

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arcticlegend · 2 years

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What do you think about a wedding night one shot with Borderlands Timtam x reader ^^,,

I'm sorry, not sorry, but this is a long one, bois! I really hope you enjoy it and I'm so sorry for the wait!

❤️Don't forget to like, reblog, or comment!!! Your comments feed the beast!❤️❤️❤️

It's Our Night

Timothy Lawrence(Borderlands)/Fem!Reader

(NSFW)

How in the blood-soaked hell did he ever bag a cutie like her? I mean… look at her!? She was sitting there in her beautiful dress staring up at him like there wasn’t anyone else in the world. The feeling couldn’t be beat by anything, not even a room full of hot babes with great tits. Never did he think that there was only one pair of boobs he’d want to fondle for the rest of his life. She just jumped right in and changed all of that.

When he was much younger, just starting out in the doppelganger business, he had all the women he could ever want as a Jack look-a-like. Babes were all over him… but something never felt right. Much like just about everything new in his life, nothing felt like, well,… him. Everything was about Jack. Everything that made him Timothy was ripped away and suddenly, he missed it- missed being himself. He missed the nights he studied till he passed out, his glasses, and his geeky friends he played D&D with. At the time, all that debt he had accumulated from school had him backed into a corner and Jack’s offer was mighty convenient. What else would he do? Refuse and be paying off his debts for the rest of his existence or get rid of it quick with Jack’s decent payroll? Sometimes he wished he picked the former, because after the Hyperion CEO’s death, his new face caused him nothing but trouble.

He remembered when he first met her, guns blazing, that wickedly ecstatic smile on her face as she jumped in and saved his guts. He had been boxed in and the tech he used to create his holograms was damaged beyond any repair. He was stuck staring his death in the face while she laughed that bubbly, precious melody, gunning down everyone around him. Her plush lips blew the smoke at the end of the barrel before offering him a wink and boy did that wink do somethin’ to him.

“Hey cutie! Looks like you got yourself into a bit of trouble! Don’t worry, though! I got you!”

His legs were weak and wobbly, thinking about how close to death he was just a moment ago and in the next, there's a hot babe flirting with him. HIM! Holy shit… was that more mentally taxing than it should be.

“What are you thinking about in that silly head of yours, Timmy?”

She pulled him out of his thoughts, clearing the fog of his memories to see your dazzling smile, those soft hands on her lap as she sat on the bed. She was waiting for him to make the first move. Normally, he’d want someone else to take the lead, take charge so he couldn’t risk screwing something up, but that was the beauty of his relationship with her. She tore him forcefully out of his shell, put him in uncomfortable situations so he could get used to it and eventually overcome them. He’d get frustrated, but who wouldn’t under those conditions? That didn’t stop him from being grateful. He wouldn’t have grown as a person if not for her, figured out how to be strong and calm in rough situations if not for her. Even in his most dire times, she was there to support him, there to cheer him on while he figures it out for himself like a big boy.

He loved her; loved her more than any words could describe.

He held his lady close as the man spoke, asking for their vows and droning on about marriage while all he could do was get lost in those eyes. The white flowers in her hair, the floral lace that decorated the bust of her dress down to those curvy hips, those ripples of white folds that drifted in the breeze had him nearly to his knees. More than anything he could have ever wanted, she was more than anything he ever thought he deserved.

“I do… I really do, so much…”

When you repeated the words in kind, he felt faint. He felt the butterflies tickling his heart as she snaked her arms over his shoulders.

“Now’s the part where we kiss, right?” she had whispered in his ear.

“He said as much, right?” he chuckled nervously, but wasted no time to hold this perfect woman close and seal the deal. It was soft, but passionate as his lips melded with hers. His hand finding her soft cheek, fingers dipping into her hair as the applause rang out in the crowd of their friends.

“I was thinking about everything that brought us here. It’s uh… it’s a lot.”

She stood back up, the white tail of her wedding dress chasing after as she reached for his hands, holding them both in her own. His stomach soured as he noted her worried expression, hoping he didn’t fuck up the mood, which wasn’t his intention.

“Do you have any regrets about today?”

She looked distraught which was the last thing he ever wanted her to feel. It really wasn’t her. It was just all so overwhelming how he went from thinking he was a useless nothing to being someone’s something. It made him want to collapse as the weight of everyone’s expectations suddenly didn’t matter, how his mom’s opinion didn’t matter anymore. His life choices ultimately brought him to the love of his life and no matter how difficult things were, he’d always have her now. He was just so fucking happy.

“No! No, never, baby. I’ll never take this ring off for anything. I don’t regret a single thing, cupca- I mean… sweetheart.” Fuck. He couldn’t let that part out. He hated the things that made him like Jack. HE WASN’T JACK! He was Timothy Lawrence! No amount of “Jack spasms” would ever change that. That’s when he felt her hands cup his face, thumbs tracing over his cheekbones.

“Babe, it’s okay. I know.” It was like she could read his mind, like she knew exactly what strangled it or better yet, who was strangling it.

“Why don’t we focus on something that’s right here. Right in front of you?”

She pressed against him, her supple breasts in that dress squishing right into his chest made his heart skip a beat. Lips, malleable and fluid, had found his, moving in perfect union like the both of them had practiced for years. Step by step she led him to the couch where the backs of his legs hit the cushions before he got the hint to sit down.

“Now, I’m going to get us some wine. Don’t wander off too much.”

She was talking about his train of thought, as it tended to travel down darker paths. Today, though, he’d stick to the more recent, happier ones like when he danced with her during the after party. Her cheeks were red with wine and her giddy laughter bubbling out as she couldn’t contain the excitement of the night. He was no different, genuine laughter was usually lost to him, that warm chuckle that rumbled deep from his belly didn’t exist before her. His life had been a vortex, a tsunami of misery before she spun in his arms and calmed the sea. Her palm was comforting on his arm as he cupped her other hand, fumbling an already messy tango, but neither of them cared, content with simply being there together.

“Alright!~ A glass for me… and a glass for you.” The wine fizzed only a little as it tumbled into each one, the deep ruby swirling inside.

He accepted the glass. He wasn’t much of a wine drinker, preferring a nice glass of foaming ale at his favorite bar, but he wasn’t against it. After all, wine was romantic, right? Really got to lay that romance on thick tonight.

“A toast? To the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met?”

“A toast to the sweetest, most precious man I’ve ever met.”

He couldn’t look away from those eyes, the ones that stabbed through every bit of self doubt in his body, making him believe every word she said no matter how much he wanted to protest all of the kindness. He wanted to hear them- no, NEEDED to hear them. With the clink of their glasses, he took a sip, surprised at the sweet taste.

“I expected it to be a little bitter.” She had smirked in response.

“I figured you’d prefer something sweeter. Bitter doesn’t seem up your alleyway.”

She wasn’t wrong, though. He did have a sweet tooth, but there was one bitter flavor he would always enjoy no matter what and that flavor was her. That musky, yet clean scent that wafted through his senses did nothing to quell the arousal that started to flicker in his gut. He could tell she was horny, too, which made the smell stronger, intoxicating him with filthy thoughts of bending her over and pushing inside. His mind was clouded at the desperate need to sink into something hot and wet. He wanted to sink deep inside of HER.

“You’re stuck inside your head tonight. What’s going on with you, love? Not used to you being so quiet.”

He simply looked down at her, trying to comprehend all of his emotions, trying to stave away worry of what to say, but before he could even begin to let them take over, she set down her wine glass and took his as well.

“Let me help you relax, baby. I’ve got you.”

She shimmied in behind him while he scooted forward to give her room to sit on her knees behind him. Ah, he knew what she was thinking, her hands had found his shoulders and began to knead them right in all the places he liked.

“W-what uh, brought this on? I mean, it’s nice and all, but you really don’t have to, sweet pea.”

She kissed the back of his neck and continued, “I’m doing this because I love you, Timmy. You’re really stressed for some reason and I just want to help. We’re in this together now, you know?”

Together, huh? He smirked, echoing the earlier thoughts. She really was a witch or something. Reading minds wasn’t supposed to be normal. He didn’t entertain the thought for long because those skilled fingers conquered those sore muscles with ease and quickly turned him to jelly.

“It’s something you think about a lot. I see it bother you a lot more than you think. I’ll tell you as many times as you need that you aren’t him. I didn’t marry you because you looked like him. I didn’t give you my soul because you are Jack’s double. No.”

She turned his cheek to face her, his tongue suddenly dry as he looked into those adamant eyes. “I married you because you are Timothy. I fell in love with that dorky little grin and your passionate ramblings. I fell in love with how you stutter when you’re nervous or how you so passionately just want to be yourself in a world where everyone wants to be someone else.”

He felt disconnected from his body as he listened, high off of her praise, high off of her love for him. All of those reasons were why he loved her too.

“Sweetheart… I fucking love you.”

His lips touched hers and instantly set off sparks. It must have blew something up in her as well because in moments, she was straddling his lap, careful not to snag her dress in her heels.

He hiked up the dress over her legs, eyeing the floral garter belt that hugged her thigh deliciously. It was ivory and silver, lace vines curling delicately, stretching over the soft flesh. He couldn’t resist to press his lips to her skin above it before catching it with his teeth. He could hear her breath catch in her throat as he dragged the material down her leg to her ankle where he let go and pulled it the rest of the way off. He showed it to her, the sexy garment dangling off of his finger like he found something he shouldn’t have.

“How did this get down here, pumpkin?” She huffed, her face flush with embarrassment as he teased her.

“Well let’s see if you have anything else up here for me?” he kissed her inner thighs, loving every soft moan that tumbled from her lips. Sweet kisses turned to sucking, nibbling on that soft, perfect skin all the way up to her pelvic bone. He teased the idea of eating her out, of laving his tongue over her lower lips to taste her. It turned from a simple thought to a desperate need, his cock growing increasingly harder when he imagined his face crushed between those toned thighs, her juices mixed with his saliva dripping down his chin.

“Tim… Timmy please. Please do it!”

She was begging for him, heat pooled in his belly and burned hotter with every breathless plea. He had to, oh god, he had to have his tongue on her sweet pussy.

“Timothy… Please, I need- Mmmm!”

He ran his tongue roughly over her lips, collecting the sweet, yet slightly bitter juices, dragging it over her pulsing clit. He got goosebumps as her fingers carded into his hair, ruffling the brown locks. Her head was thrown back, ribcage heaving with every enthusiastic suck of his lips over her sensitive flesh. He had seen it in a porn once, how the man had flickered his tongue just right to have her keen for him.

Fuck, he’d always wanted to try that. He massaged the innermost part of her thigh with his thumb, almost to the crease but not quite, as he angled his head to replicate it. His tongue swiped over her clit once then twice, eyes slipping shut as she moaned for him.

How could someone make him so unbelievably hard? It was nearly torture to wait his turn, but his desire to pleasure her outweighed the need to get his dick wet, the growing difficulty be damned. He wanted her to cum on his tongue, he wanted to lick it all up, arousal burning hotter at the memory of how hot her scent was after she came. It changed. After she came undone, there was a hot, musky smell that seared him right to the bone, turned him into an animal. It made him desperate to fuck deep into her hole and give exactly what she begged for every time.

“Fuck, Timmy! Timmy it’s too good… Ti- I’m gonna cum… Shit…”

SO close, he thought as he flickered his tongue over it, his finger teasing her sweet, fluttering pussy. He nearly groaned at the thought of her twitching like this around his cock, how incredibly good it would feel. Focus, Tim. This was for her, he thought as he pulled away for only a moment to tease her, already missing the taste.

“It must be really hard trying to cum around nothing, sweetie… Don’t worry, love, I got just what you need.”

One finger? Nah, his sweet girl could take two, curling them up to drag over the spot that had her gasping and shaking under him. That’s it, sweet heart… He caught her clit again, sucking it between his hot, slick lips. His fingers rocking in and out of her at a pace that drove her insane and moans turned to babbling whimpers, thighs twitching violently when his sucks returned to the quick flicks of his tongue.

“Gonna cum! Gonna cum, oh fuck, I’m OH-!”

He could see the blush as it rose to her cheeks, bloomed over her chest. He could feel her muscles contract and tighten when he watched her toes curl. Fuck could he taste it too… the slick that ran delicious rivers down her thighs and ass, making small, dark patches on the sheets below. Even with her whines of oversensitivity, he couldn’t keep his mouth off of her, desperate to lick up every drop, licking quick stripes over each tiny stream.

“Fuck, Tim… I need a minute…” She murmured softly, a satisfied smile painted on her beautiful face. He didn’t mind the tears smearing her make up, only glad that they were of pleasure, the only tears his beautiful girl should every cry for him. He adored watching her chest rise and fall heavily, whines still escaping as she came down.

“You… You are too perfect, too fucking gorgeous.”

She peered down at him from underneath her low lids; it gave him a sharp rush to his groin that he simply could no longer ignore. He needed her so fucking bad.

“Baby,” She whimpered as he nibbled at her hipbones, lips dragging up her stomach until he reached her ribs, tongue laving over the ripples, “That tickles, Timmy!” She patted his shoulder, trying to get him to move on which he playfully rolled his eyes. Shit. The urge had returned. That relentless urge to squish his face between those perfect breasts. How could he resist when she were so pliable and willing? With that observation in mind, he cupped her unbelievably soft mounds in each hand and massaged them tenderly, rolling them before pressing them together.

“Fuck… Look at you… I know I need a closer one for sure.”

He did it, finally giving in and pressing his face into her chest, squeezing her breasts into each of his cheeks as he nuzzled against her supple flesh. If his dick didn’t feel like it was going to pop from all of the blood that had cascaded down into it, he would’ve worshipped her boobs for the rest of the night, grieving at the thought of having to let them go.

“Timmy… what in the hell has gotten into you?”

She wasn’t wrong, the newfound confidence was a little odd, but that was all her- her encouragement and support that made him believe he could do anything, that he could do something right. Right now, that was pleasuring his girl and boy did he know how to treat her well.

“I just need to be inside you so bad, pumpkin… Please?”

Her breathless laugh and gentle kisses to his forehead, trailing down his cheek to meet his lips, was the only answer he needed to reach for his belt buckle. FUCK… he shouted inside of his head as he struggled with the buckle, fingers shaking with his desperate arousal. He never would have expected to feel her hands brush his aside to pull the strap from its hold, deft fingers undoing the button and slowly slid down the zipper. Her hand slipped into the ‘V’ of his pants cupping the thick curve of his cock and that made him jolt forward, desperate to rut into the small bit of friction he had been given.

“Baby,” she whispered seductively into his neck, “Take off the mask. You don’t need that here. I want to see your real face.”

The stab of sadness couldn’t quell the fiery hot arousal in his gut, but was still present, leaving him with thoughts of how no matter what, it wasn’t his real face. She could never see that again.

“Tim, I don’t care… I just want to feel your skin. Please, Timmy… I don’t care what you look like underneath. I need you.”

Okay. Okay, he’d do it. Of course, it would take him a moment, knowing this was very stressful as he knew very well what resided underneath this fake layer, a face that still wasn’t his, a face that was torn apart, healed, and forced to be branded to match his late boss. For anyone else, it would be an instant ‘fuck off,’ but for her, it was different. He would show it to her, trembling hands clicked the edges and felt the mask separate from himself, felt it detach. He was scared to pull it away but the eager hand still in his pants made it difficult to reason with himself, so he tossed it aside.

“Well, princess, here it is. It’s not pretty, but-“ his words were cut off by her mouth, eating up his words to pull him down over top of her. She wrapped those toned legs around his waist to rub his throbbing cock, still covered by his boxers, against that soaked cunt. Face? What face? What could possibly matter when his dick had a mind of its own, rutting against the sticky juices, sticking to the fabric of his boxers as they were coated in it.

“Oh my fucking god…” he murmured into her mouth, on his elbows and knees, hands tangled in her hair as he ground against her. The selfish part of him wanted to leave this position to pull off his pants, pull his cock out of its confines to finally sink inside of her, but the intimacy he felt had him wait. Like the little witch she was, however, she reached up with her foot, catching the elastic with her toes and expertly pulled the offending fabric down, pushed his pants down along with them to finally expose him. Timothy’s groan was ragged as the sensitive skin of his dick finally dragged over the soaked mess she had made, the hot, swollen lips of her pussy eager to suck him in.

“Please, please, oh fucking please let me… Please let me fuck you, kitten. I fucking need you so much… I’ve waited so long…” he begged and pleaded which seemed to be for no reason but for the sake of begging. He knew she wanted it, knew how eager she was to be filled, but he just really wanted to hear it said aloud- needed to hear.

“Give it to me, Timmy… Please just fuck me. I need you too, so bad!”

He could feel the stretch of her hole as he pressed in, the gentle ripple of her hot walls as he effortlessly filled her so full. He nearly popped then, feeling the coil of heat in his stomach about snap at the first pump. Wouldn’t have that been embarrassing?

He waited to recollect himself, not wanting to end the fun too soon and instead took a moment to capture her lips once more, his own becoming red from the sweet abuse, his tongue swept over her bottom teeth as he pushed his hips deeper into her softer ones. Tim savored how he bottomed out inside of her, relishing in the fact that no toy, no other woman could ever compare to how perfect she made him feel. She was like an angel walking amongst mortals and just happened to choose him out of every other person to lay with. He was the luckiest man alive, he thought as he pulled back, the drag of his cock along her insides made him hiss with pleasure.

“Baby, you’re so fucking big.” Oh don’t say that, beautiful… He was scared she’d give him a bigger ego than he needed.

“You’re just so unbelievably tight. Yo- You’re gonna make me burst, pumpkin…”

He kept saying that, the pet name that Jack used. As much as he hated sounding like that godforsaken asshole, he felt that it worked somehow. It just felt right to call her that. HIS pumpkin, HIS kitten when he pleasured her or when she returned the favor. My little pumpkin…

Her walls squeezed intentionally around him, startling him with a jolt and a groan rumbled in his throat. She smirked up at him when he finally opened his eyes, responding to her impish expression with a childish pout.

“Wakey, wakey, Timothy. You shouldn’t be thinking about anything else when you’re balls deep, love.”

Calloused fingers stroked over her cheek and his thumb found her tantalizingly soft bottom lip, her eyes closing as she nuzzled into his palm like a cat. “Sorry, babe… It’s still hard to believe that someone like you could want anything to do with someone like me. You’re… you’re just too perfect, you know? I mean…” He knew she understood him very well, knew the mental anguish he suffered and will continue to suffer til the day he died. She was patient and even in moments like this where all he wanted to do was fuck her brains out, he’d doze off, lost in memories or insecurity. He almost felt shameful for his constant need to be validated by her, but was always relieved when she’d smile and give him exactly what he needed. Sometimes it wasn’t always what he wanted to hear, but sometimes the thing you need isn’t the thing you want.

“That’s how I feel about you, sweetie. You’re my whole world. These scars, this face… it’s nothing. I look into those eyes and I see you. I’ll tell you as many times as you need, Tim. It’s okay.”

He felt the tears well in his eyes as she wrapped him in her arms, legs hooking around his hips to drag him in closer, the delicious friction and the new monsoon of emotions had awakened that need inside of him. He set a steady pace, the drag of her soaked walls had his stomach muscles tightening. He needed to kiss her, needed to quell the fire that welled up in his belly from her loving words and the overwhelming pleasure that wrapped around him. It didn’t take long for his lips to find hers and the spark that tickled between them had broken some sort of self control as he hips snapped into her.

Fucking shit… he thought as he readjusted. He sat up onto his knees and his cock slipped free. He was so freaking hard, his dick nearly touching his stomach with how far it curled upward. No one… no one could do this but her… He grabbed for her thighs, wrapped his arms around them to drag her perfect body closer to push her legs back. He wanted that sweet pussy exposed so he could dip inside and pound away. He reveled in every giggling shriek that rang with each sharp thrust and marveled at the view. From this angle he could watch everything. His breath hitched as he watched how her hole had stretched around him, how her sweet lower lips parted more for him the closer he got. His mouth fell open at how her juices coated his cock with every pull. He could feel himself rubbing against her cervix, felt the underside of his cock drag over it as he thrust upward, hoping to hit the spot that made her shatter.

“Tim! Oh god, Tim! Don’t stop! Right there, fuck!!!”

He had to have found it. There was no way he hadn’t with the way her thighs shook violently, the way her teeth were bared, her neck and chest had begun to flush like it always did when she was close. He knew what would throw her over the edge, too, though he wasn’t about to make her cum just yet. He did, however, pick up his pace, hips smacking into the underside of her thighs. Sweat beaded on her forehead, rolled down her thighs, or splashed with each wet slap of his skin on hers. It was like a drug; it was like a euphoric high to view her in such a state. His gorgeous little fighter was a wanton mess, writhing and shaking beneath him.

“Please… please, Timmy, I’m-“

“Close? Gonna cum for me, pumpkin? You sure you want to end it so soon?”

She chuckled, but it suddenly broke into a sweet keen as he folded her over farther, slamming deeper inside of her and hitting that spot dead on. It made her stutter, babbling nonsense as he fucked the senses right out of her. It was so unbelievably hot, the way her breasts had been freed from the dress, how it folded over her stomach and rippled underneath them as if she’d been wrapped in an angel’s wings. He basked in the pride he felt, making her feel so high that she might as well had been back heaven where she came from.

It was too good, too much to hold back, fucking her with reckless abandon, his pace like a mutt in heat, starved for the release he craved-the one he had been craving all night. Her stuttering moans fed the flames pushing his tired body on, the euphoria having masked the feeling of his sore muscles. No matter how tuckered out he was becoming, the sounds of her pleasure only spurred him on. He wanted her to keep making those noises, keep wailing his name like it was her lifeline, like it was all she needed to live.

“I-! I’M SO- I’m so close, Tim... I can’t! I need more, Tim, please!”

He fucking loved hearing her beg, but he did believe it was about time to give her what she wanted so bad, so he let go of one plush thigh to rub his thumb over her clit. He set the pace he knew she loved, the one that built her up and up with every swipe of this fingers. He could see how she changed, her moans turned to quiet gasps as she concentrated, the smell of her imminent climax growing closer and closer.

“Please cum, sweetheart… You’re driving me crazy… I’m not gonna last.” He pleaded with her as the coil wound tight in his gut, the heat pooling in his crotch signaled his orgasm building, ready to snap very soon and he didn’t want to cum without having her sweet pussy quiver around him. He wanted to feel her cum so hard around him that she’d squeeze him like a vice.

It didn’t take long. The volume of her voice rose with each strangled moan, her brows creased, eyes shut tight. Oh, fuck could he smell her, that sweet musky smell of her cum as he felt her teeter right on the edge.

“Come on, baby… That’s it, cum for me. I want to feel you cum on me, princess.”

And there it was. Her loud moans fell apart into ragged wails, her abs curling as her chest flushed a dark red. She was captivating and he wanted to savor that absolutely wrecked face she made, but he was too busy being caught in the rapture of his own rapidly approaching orgasm. Fuck, the way the slick walls of her pussy gripped him tight, how they twitched and rippled around him had his pace stuttering.

“Timtam, baby… You feel like you’re close.” The rasp of her voice sounded thick with pleasure as she spoke to him.

“Sweetie… I want it all. I want every drop of your load inside of me.”

That was fucking it. Everything snapped. He felt his entire world melting away as the heat of his gut boiled and overflowed. FU-KING-SHIT, he thought as his hips stuttered to a halt, shoved as deep inside as he could go. His cock trembled with each scorching shot of his seed, reveling in the feeling of painting her insides white. It felt so incredibly good. Sex with any other woman never felt this magnificent, this fervent. His sweetheart was the only one to ever make him so fucking euphoric.

“Oh, baby… oh, baby…” He whimpered in his sweet woman’s ear as he rocked his hips into her heat just a few more times. It wasn’t until he was absolutely spent that he finally gave in and laid on top of her. He was so fucking in love.

Her arms snaked around him, holding his face closer to her chest. Her soft fingers tangled in the short hairs at the base of his neck, sending a wave of goosebumps down his arms. It was flawless, the feeling of her full breasts like pillows beneath him. It wasn’t the first time, but it always felt like it as the need to nuzzle into them was ever present and how could he deny such a simple need?

Her hand glided over his ribs as it traveled to his back. The pads of her fingers drawing small circles in the tired muscles of his muscular back. Much like his muscles, he couldn’t control the heaviness in his eyelids, black creeping over his vision.

“I love you, Timmy.” He heard her whisper, felt her chaste kiss on his forehead.

“Love you, too. Love you so much.” He murmured into her tits, feeling himself slip away into a deep, much needed sleep.

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forthereaderinserts · 2 years

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You: You…cheated on the test…and still somehow got every single question wrong.

Timothy:

Timothy: so..can I go?

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popdrabbles · 2 years

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A Knights Tale(Timothy Lawerence/Reader)(18+)

MINORS DNI! THIS CONTAINS MATURE THEMES AND SITUATIONS THAT COULD BE DISTRESSING FOR SOME READERS! YOU MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 18!

HEAVY TW; mentions of kidnapping, isolation, imprisonment, emotional manipulation, threats of physical abuse, death threats, delusional behavior/thoughts, mentions of stalking, mentions of non-consensual drug use

Timothy sat in the corner of the room, his legs crossed as watched you from his seat. His jaw was tense as he watched you, watching the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe slowly, your form curled up on the soft mattress, a thick blanket covering your body. He sniffed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands in front of his face. He watched you over his fingers, wondering when you were going to wake up. He frowned as he glanced at the clock hanging on the other side of your bed, you had been out for nearly sixteen hours, he had to hope he didn't dose you too heavily. That would not make your first meeting a romantic one... hell not even a good one. He had to get back to work soon, he had already taken enough time off to get all of this ready for your arrival. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and pushed himself out of the chair, rubbing the back of his neck as he stole one last look at you before he left the room, locking the door behind him and dropping the key into his coat pocket. He felt a bizarre tugging sensation in his chest as he began to walk out of his apartment, anxious, worried, whatever it was he couldn't quite place it. It was a feeling he had felt before, several times, but when he looked at you, or when he was around you, thinking of you, that sensation entirely disappeared. Your presence calmed something in him, all the noise in his head was silenced, his thoughts didn't race and it felt like the weight of the world was lifted off of his shoulders. But that came with issues all its own. You were also the source of much of his anxiety, his racing thoughts. Watching you as you tried to survive on Pandora drove him nuts, he had watched you nearly die more times than he would have liked, watched you fight for food, and water, to simply survive. It drove him crazy, you didn't deserve to live like that! You were too soft, too kind, too delicate to be in such an unforgiving place, you deserved so much more than that... and Timothy could give it to you. He would give it to you, even if it killed him. Timothy walked down the halls of Helios, keeping his eyes trained on the ground as he walked, terrified that if someone saw the look in his eyes they would know what he had done, that he had made himself the hero and rescued you, a poor, more deserving soul from the terrors of your life. When you phrase it that way it doesn't sound that bad does it? He sniffed and scratched the back of his neck as he wandered the halls. He wanted to be there with you when you woke up, he wanted to make sure the two of you got off to a great start! He also didn't want you to be alone in a new place... He raised his hand a little, looking down at his watch, only six hours. He just needed to make it six hours.

His fingers itched as he walked back to his apartment. He had gone all day without being near you, sure, it was a feeling he was unfortunately used to, but now it was even worse when you were right within his reach. You hadn't left his mind however, you occupied his every thought, that was one thing that would never change, regardless of how close you were to him. He pulled open the apartment door and closed it behind him, glancing down the hall when he heard the doorknob rattle. He raised an eyebrow and reached into his coat pocket as he began to walk down the hallway, the keys jingling in his hand. He stopped in front of the door and grabbed the doorknob in his hand, his heart sinking when he heard the sound of feet moving away from the door. He frowned, so you were awake finally. This was going to suck. He took a deep breath and shoved the key into the lock, pushing the door open slowly. He stepped into the room, taking in his surroundings. Your bed was empty. He closed the door behind him and barely had time to react when something hard connected with the side of his head. His world spun as he stumbled forward, clutching the side of his head as he gritted his teeth together.

"MOTHER FUCK-" He trailed off as he turned to face you, seeing you standing there, clutching one of the wooden legs from the chair in the corner of the room.

You stared at him, raising the piece of wood again as he walked towards you. He watched as your eyes flicked to the open door, and then back at him. You started towards the door and Timothy straightened himself, tearing his gun from its holster and pointing it at you, his grip firm. You stopped with your fingers on the side of the door. He motioned for you to move away from the door, his finger already on the trigger. He would shoot you if he had to, of that he was sure. You dropped your hand from the door and took several steps back when Timothy stepped forward, slamming the door shut and causing you to jump. He didn't stop there though, reaching over, not taking the gun off of you as he tore the wooden leg from your grasp, throwing it to the floor.

"Sit down," Timothy seethed as he motioned towards the bed. You licked your lips nervously, your eyes searching up and down his body, searching for any sign of weakness, anything you could use against him now that you had lost the element of surprise. You slowly over to the bed and sat on the corner, putting as much distance between himself and you as you could possibly manage.

Timothy lowered the gun, but he didn't put it away, not taking his eyes off of you. He had yet to say anything, his mind was running in circles. He reached up with his empty hand and gingerly touched the side of his head where you had hit him. He winced as he touched the skin, feeling something wet on his fingers. He pulled his hand away and looked down at the blood on his fingers, rubbing his thumb over his index finger, spreading the blood over his finger tips. The corner of his lips twitched up in a smile, he could feel your eyes boring into the side of his head as he continued to rub the blood in between his fingers. He glanced over at you and his smile fell as he straightened himself.

"Well that was-" Timothy began.

"Who are you?" You blurted out and Timothy paused, narrowing his eyes at you for the sudden interruption.

"Don't interrupt me again," Timothy grumbled as he turned to face you, his arms hanging limply at his sides.

"As I was saying-"

"No," You deadpanned, though your voice betrayed your stoic expression, and his grip around his gun tightened as you interrupted him once again, "Tell me who you are."

You were more fiesty then he thought you were going to be. Afterall, you did need to know his name didn't you? How could he possibly expect to get any farther if he kept his identity a secret from you? Maybe knowing his name would relax you... help you feel a little more comfortable around him. Maybe that's what you needed from him. You were already doing so much for him after all... He swallowed hard, relaxing his grip on his weapon again.

"I suppose the least I could do is tell you who I am, sweetheart," Timothy began with a laugh that lit your nerve endings on fire, "I am your knight in shining armor."

He heard your breath hitch as you gripped at the thick, soft blankets on your bed, "I... rescued you," He quipped, "Did all of this for you!" He watched as your eyes darted around the room, taking in the comfortable space he had set up for you... A large bed, with the most comfortable pillows and blankets Timothy swore you had ever seen in your life... there was even a desk, though the chair would now have to be replaced after your little charade earleir. He had picked out the absolutely best for you. He wanted you to have the best. You deserved the best, and only he could give it to you, of that he was sure. Only he could save you, keep you safe, how could you not see that? How did you not see that all of this was for you?

There was a deranged look in his eyes that only you could see as he flashed you a bright smile, "Thanks to me, you are now safe."

"Safe? I wasn't in danger before hand!" You argued, the look on your face made him unsettled. You didn't look happy. You looked terrified, nervous, uncomfortable around him.

"What are you talking about?" Timothy chuckled, "Of course you were. I saw the life you were living out there... constantly fighting to stay alive... That was no life for someone like you to live."

Timothy tilted his head to the side as he stepped closer to you. You inched farther onto the bed, not taking your eyes off of him, afraid that he would attack you if you tore your eyes away from him. Like a predator stalking its prey. The room was silent as he paused when he spoke, if he listened close enough he could swear he could hear your heart threatening to beat out from behind your rib cage, oh how he couldn't wait to feel your heart beat quicken under his finger tips.... He knitted his eyebrows together as he stepped closer to you, extending a hand out to you in a gesture of good will, that he was someone you could trust. Your eyes flicked to his hand, and then back up to his face. His expression was so soft, just willing for you to trust him. He would never do anything to hurt you, he wanted to keep you safe, comfortable and happy... He wanted to give the entire world and more... He would give you his still beating heart out of his chest entire being if he could.

"I couldn't just stand by and watch you live in those conditions any longer..." He trailed off, his voice sounded so soft and earnest, "So I got you out of that place... I saved you."

You shook your head, staring up at Timothy in disbelief, you looked like you were about to cry, or panic, or maybe even both. Why were you scared of him? What had he done to make you so afraid...

"Trust me!" He continued, his voice faltered some as he stepped even closer to you, nearly threatening to climb into the bed with you, "I did this so you could be safe... so we could be together and I could help make you happy..."

Your expression changed, confusion mixed with fear. Your eyes were wide, tears threatening to spill over as you slowly began to realize that you were stuck, trapped here unless you came up with some genius plan to save yourself... But there was something else behind your eyes, a softness that he had always hoped would be there when you looked at him.

"I-" Your voice wavered and you swallowed hard, slowly staring to shake your head as if you couldn't believe what you were hearing, "I want to go home..."

He chuckled, "You are home."

You shook your head again, harder this time, squeezing your eyes shut, "no! NO! I'm not home! I don't even know who you fucking are! You're crazy!!"

Crazy

You're crazy....

"Let me go!" You sniffed, opening your eyes again and looking up at him desperately, tears slipping down your cheeks, "Please! I don't want to be here! I want to go home!"

He dropped his hand and clenched his fists several times as you continued to cry, begging and pleading for him to let you go... to let you leave him. No no no no no no... You just got here! You couldn't want to leave him already! You couldn't! He wouldn't let you! A sob tore its way from your throat. He felt something twist in his stomach, a pathetic sense of guilt for doing the exact opposite of what he intended to do, no this wasn't right! This wasn't how it was supposed to go! It was supposed to be so much different than this!

"Please-" You whimpered and Timothy yelled, raking his hands through his hair and pulling at the dark arburn strands, his knuckles turning white. You saw the gun shaking on his hand, his finger hovering just over the trigger as he hunched over. He was trembling as he rested his elbows on his knees, his shoulders heaving as he took several deep breaths.

"Please," He whispered, his voice was dangerously low, his voice trembling, "Please stop..."

He heard you take a shuddering breath, the sound of you moving on the bed, as if you were moving closer to him.

"Listen!" He whimpered, his volume growing while his voice remained pathetic, "Please just listen to me!"

He raised his head to look at you, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide with desperation. He staggered over to your bed and kneeled down next to it, reaching out to you. Your lip quivered as you looked down at him, your face was distraught, yet your eyes betrayed you. You looked at him with such a sadness... a pitying, almost caring look behind your eyes.

"I just need you. You're the only one who could possibly understand! The things I've done. The people I've killed... I need someone to be here! Someone to understand that I'm not a monster!! You understand that don't you?" He pleaded, his eyes looked up at you. He looked so pathetic, kneeling in front of you like this... like the royalty you are. He wanted nothing more than to be your knight in shining armor... to be the man who rescued you and gave you every single thing he thought you deserved. He wanted to stay by your side constantly, defending you from anything he perceived to be a threat.

"I would never hurt you! Please... just stay.. just stay and obey me and I promise everything will be fine... No one will ever hurt you," He begged as he inched closer to you, tenteviley reaching for your hand, his finger tips grazing your cool skin as you flinched away from him. You looked so terrified, why? He was confessing everything to you! He deserved you! You deserved him! After everything both of you had been through! You deserved nothing more than to find utter happiness and bliss in each other's arms. Why couldn't you just understand that! You were shaking under his touch. He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling dry as willed himself to keep speaking, maybe if he kept talking you would finally understand.

"I just need you... I need you," Timothy whimpered as he closed his eyes and released a shaky breath.

He looked pathetic, utterly broken collapsed on your floor, begging for someone, anyone to stay with him... You especially. He wanted you to stay with him. You were everything he needed. Everything he wanted... He sniffed and mumbled something under his breath as his body trembled. He felt your cool hands on his, and he cracked an eye open, looking up at you. His heart stopped when he saw the look on your face, complete and total endearment, worry and care... He watched as you took a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut as you opened your mouth to speak, closing it again before you finally spoke.

"I-..." You shuddered as you spoke, you couldn't believe you were about to say this... that you were about to feed into this, "I suppose I should know the name of the man who saved me shouldn't I?"

You understood it... You got it. His goal had been achieved, he was able to reach you, to get you to understand and believe him that he was truly doing the right thing, that he was doing something for you, that he was going to care for you, love you and protect you just like he promised. Timothy perked up, his distraught facade disappearing so quickly that he saw you physically recoil, your caring gaze morphing into betryal and fear as Timothy stood back up, pushing himself away from the bed. He leaned down and gently grabbed your chin in his hand, leaning dangerously close that you could feel his warm breath fanning against your cheek.

"You can call me Tim, sweetheart... now be good," He purred softly, "I'll be back to check on you later."

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legendaryskeletonpicklewolf · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMOTHY!!❤️

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mykinkywritingaccount · 1 year

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaa! This is it - the end is here!

Thank you all for reading this over the course of the last few months, as this was a work in progress for almost two years now, before posting it almost a full year ago.

God, seeing this made my heart just hurt. I can't believe it, my first complete* work!

*Complete: As in the main story, there miiiiiiiiight be a series based on little snippets of their lives in the future. ;)

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thissharktypes · 8 months

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Into the Border-verse: 1

Not super canon for timeline, events or locations

anti-crimson raiders and some lilith hatred from reader/jack

GN/slightly fem reader

Soft boi Jack

1 - Shocking beginnings

You blink at the screen, eyes occasionally flicking to the clock in the corner waiting for your alarm to signal that it’s time to head to work. Your backpack strap digs into your shoulder as you aggressively smash buttons on your controller, you groan as a psycho runs over your character and you re-spawn “Fucks sake.” you mumble through a mouthful of poptart, half of it hanging out of your mouth, practically forgotten as you try and speed through another side mission, desperately trying to level up. Something appears on your mini-map, a bright neon green tower of some sort. Your character turns towards it, your curiosity piqued as you’ve run all over this map and have never seen that beacon before.

A giant electrical tower slowly comes into view and your confusion grows, a large blinking light at the top practically summons you to park at the base, “Hmm.” another quiet murmur around the poptart as you lead your character around the tower, searching for a mission board or something. Finally you see a large button, a small smile tugs at your lips as you read the goofy graffiti sign above the button ‘Press button for a good time.’ with a flashing image of Handsome Jack winking, you shrug and guide your character to press it. You wait, nothing happens, disappointed you turn to leave, A quick zap brings your attention down to your now violently vibrating controller, before you can even think about dropping the sparking and shaking controller your vision goes black.

You blink, everything appearing slightly hazy and blindingly bright, groaning you sit up, the poptart now laying on the ground next to you. A pair of shoes walk into your line of vision “what the fuck…” your eyes follow long legs, to a toned stomach and up to a very angry red head “whatthefuck what the fuck whatthefuck whatthe fuck.” you scramble backwards, your head swinging around trying to drink in your surroundings as quickly as possible. The very distinct art style, characters standing in front of you and the large windows showing a terrifying view of space takes a few moments to click.

When the puzzle pieces finally start fitting together you try your hardest to focus on the red head that was pacing back and forth talking to another woman with short black hair “L-Lilith?” she turns to stare at you, her eyes narrowing “How do you know my name, Who sent you?” a gun appears in her hand and is suddenly pressed against your skull “Oh god.” you can legitimately feel your bladder clench and it takes every muscle in your body to not piss yourself right there on the floor “Video game.” you choke out, eyes tightly shut. You feel the gun slowly pull away and you peek an eye open “What?” she asks, now looking confused “You’re a video game?” you repeat, questioning what you just said “What did you say?” the gun is pointed at you again and you whimper “Wait! Wait, I can explain!” you scramble to unzip your backpack, fumbling to pull out your phone and unlock it, finally holding it up, hands shaking, so Lilith can see the screen recording of your last playthrough.

She stares at it, slowly turning towards Tannis, seeing that she’s also watching the device in your hands, Lilith's focus turns back to you “You guys are a video game…” you hesitate, your mouth suddenly very dry “In my universe?” you manage to squeak out. Roland moves forward, crouching in front of you “Are you telling us that you are from another universe?” you nod rapidly, hoping the group believes you. There's a long pause of silence “Prove it.” You turn to Lilith “How?” you choke out, barely able to remember your characters name, let alone enough facts about the game to help yourself out. You watch as Lilith shifts, tapping her chin with a long finger “What’s something only someone who supposedly ‘played our game’ would know…” She trails off, looking at Tannis “Uhhh, Your name is Lilith, you’re a siren, So is Tannis,” you point at her “Well, maybe not yet, I’m not actually sure where we are in the storyline, but I’m guessing it's Borderlands 2 since Roland is still alive.” You ramble, desperate to not deepthroat a bullet from Lilith. You slap your hand over your mouth, realizing what you said “Still alive?” Roland asks, your eyes flicker between each person before slowly nodding “You die in the second game…” it’s so quiet you can hear the blood rushing in your head. Roland shifts off his knee and onto the ground, sitting across from you “How does it happen.” he asks quietly, making very intense eye contact. This was not a situation you had even considered to plan for, how could you, you got fucking electrocuted and ended up in a video game. “Jack, Handsome Jack.” you gulp “But honestly that whole situation was really messed up because you guys killed Jack's daughter so it makes sense that he would retaliate.” you fidget as their harsh stares burn into your skin “Jack has a kid?” you nod again, feeling a bit light headed from the extreme rush of emotions in the past few moments “Yeah, Angel, She tries to help you guys out,” you press your palm to your head, suddenly aware of the splitting headache now vibrating through your skull. The group looks dumbfounded, “Angel is Jack's daughter?” your vision blurs as you try to respond, your head drooping backwards, dangerously close to cracking your skull on the metal railing behind you “Oh shit, hey now, stay with us, don’t go passing out on us.” Through blurry vision you see Lilith lean down and you feel yourself being slung over her shoulder “Grab the kids stuff, find an empty room for ‘em” your body bounces limply as Lilith starts walking. Succumbing to the darkness, your last thought is ‘dear god let me wake up in my own room’.

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handsometheo · 6 months

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Just posted a short few Headcanons on Ko-fi for one time supporters and monthly

It's for Handsome Jack, Timothy Lawrence, Rhys Strongfork and Mad Moxxi

It's where they like to sleep on you, bit suggestive ig. I need to get better at that type of writing so it's practise ig.

Here's a link to it, but you obviously don't have to if you don't want to, as I don't have much content up yet.

#x reader #borderlands #borderlands 2 #handsome jack #fanfic #bl3 #rhys strongfork #handsome jack x reader #Rhys Strongfork x reader #Mad Moxxi x reader #timothy lawrence x reader #Mad moxxi #timothy lawrence

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frenziedslashers · 1 year

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ooooh could we get some SFW and/or NSFW headcanons for Tim? maybe with an S/O who's also very anxious?

Heck yeah, I can do that, homie! I did both SFW and NSFW headcanons, the NSFW is further down 😌💙💚 I hope that this is what you were looking for haha!

Timothy Lawrence headcanons with an equally anxious S/O:

SFW

Timothy has a lot on his plate, being one of Jacks last doppelgängers he's in over his head. He misses his old body, his old hobbies, his mom, he misses his old life. Especially now since he's got to pretend to be someone he's not. Which is extra hard when you come into the picture.

Being Jack's doppelgänger, he never assumed that he would end up in a relationship. He thought that was an unattainable dream of his past, but here you were.

You being anxious only made him more nervous to talk to you. He's always worried he might say the wrong thing and scare you off, and really. He doesn't want to scare you off, not anytime soon at least.

When you finally get him to stop acting like Jack you start to realize how nervous he really is, plus how sweet he really is. He may look like Jack, but he's nothing like the douche bag.

"I used to have freckles, you know?" He tells you one night when you're near a mid-panic attack over something. "I had a lot of them, actually. I used to sound and look like such a loser," he rambles on, fidgeting with his hands while he tries to distract you. "Tim, I'm sure you looked and sounded a lot better than Jack." He'd remember that. He wasn't quite sure whether to take it as a compliment or not either. "Does that mean you won't get a drink with me, if I were to ask of course? I mean, you seem like you need a drink." "Like as a date?" He'd get a little nervous, worried he might be making your anxiety worse. "Well, if you want?" "I'd like that."

I really don't think Tim would know what to do in a relationship too much. He knows the basics, and he tries his best, but he gets so worried that you'll end up hating him for the stuff he's had to do and the face that he wears everyday. He knows he hates it, at least.

He'd do everything in his power to please you, though. He's a people pleaser, and you're the person he wants to please most. He takes any suggestion you give him to better your guys relationship. He's an accommodator, even if he is losing in a situation, he'd rather see you happy at the end of the day.

NSFW

Timothy mentioned somewhere that he was in a porno, so I don't think he's completely oblivious when it comes to having and initiating sex. Well, at least having it, he might be a little awkward and anxious when it comes to initiating.

He tries to act all big and tough, but really he's internally screaming when your guy's make out session becomes something a little more. I mean, he's not used to anyone liking him enough to sleep with him. He's more so used to people wanting to sleep with him because they think he's Jack.

He slowly gets the hang of it, and like how he treats your relationship, he accommodates for you in bed as well. He makes sure you're feeling just as good as you are. He might as a few awkward questions, and just tell you to show him what you like, but he tries to do it in a way that doesn't make you too anxious. He may be nervous, but he doesn't want to ruin this chance with you.

He finds out he's a switch while he's with you. If you're willing to take the lead he's allowing you to with no questions asked. He rather likes being taken care of by you.

He also ends up being a praise king, along with being the nosiest guy you could imagine when he's feeling especially good. Which is nearly every time you guys have sex. He's whimpering, muttering, groaning, panting, praising, you name it. He just can't hold any of it back from you, you just make him feel so good and loved.

don't even think of bringing degradation into bed with this man. He can't handle it. He feels super insecure about himself, the last thing he needs is you saying something that would feed his anxiety. He'd also never degrade you. He knows how anxious and worried you can be about your own appearance. If anything he just reassures you about how beautiful and handsome you are. He loves everything about you.

I personally think that once he gets past his anxiety and nerves about initiating sex with you, he's all over you anytime the two of you have a bit of alone time. He just loves making you feel good, whether it's his head between your thighs, or your body pressed up against his. He's all over you the moment he realizes you're not going to laugh in his face and call him names.

If you are particularly anxious about sex though, he's there to reassure you that everything alright. He's figuring out a sefeword with you in case you need to stop. If you're insecure and you want to keep you're shirt on you can do that. If you want to stop or you decide you just want to kiss and be held, he's hitting the brakes and doing what makes you most uncomfortable. He'd never take advantage of you and he knows how it feels to be anxious and unable to say what you want or need. So he makes sure that you know you can tell him anything. Whether it be that he's making you uncomfortable in any way, or that he's doing something wrong.

#timothy lawrence #timothy borderlands #borderlands the pre sequel #Timothy Lawrence x reader #borderlands headcanons #Timothy Lawrence headcanons #notsfw

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hrefna-the-raven · 2 years

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The handsome "Not Jack"-pot

While you're all waiting for more Travis stories, please find below an older story I wrote after playing Borderlands 3. Timtam needs some love too ;)

Words:998

Originally published in 2020 on AO3

The handsome "Not Jack"-pot

With a metallic thud and a creak the heavy yellow door of the small cot opened and someone stormed outside, one hand thrown defensively in the air while the other one removed the Hyperion yellow hood that covered the face.

“No, no, no, no, don’t shoot!”, a trembling voice begged, “this is not what it looks like!”

That voice…it sounded so familiar, you were unable to pin it down immediately but you instinctively lowered your weapon.

“I am NOT Jack!”, the person continued, finally revealing his face, “not at all…”

A set of beautiful eyes, a blue and a green one, stared tremulously at yours. The dark brown hair, with one large grey strand, was a mess and the face was grafted with a seemingly identical mask. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Roughly ten year after leaving Elpis, you’ve only seen that face on propagandistic posters and threatening ECHO messages. The very last time you had seen it in its original form, if you could even call it like that since it was another man’s looks implanted on him, was when Athena grabbed the collar of your jacket and tore you out of the vault, away from Jack and his doppelganger.

“My name is just-“

“Timothy”, you interrupted him, "Timothy Lawrence."

It was the moment his perplexed gaze lingered longer on you as expected when you finally realised that you were still standing there in full armor, helmet covering every possibility for him to recognise you. You clicked the button on the side of it and the visor sprang up. Timothy's eyes widened, your soft facial contours, that plushed sweet lips and those dark eyes in which he lost himself countless times while his hand caressed your smooth hair. He gulped, hands now shaking uncontrollably and his voice trembling as he breathed your name, still with a hint of doubt. He was locked up and hunted in this blasted casino for so many years, his mind might just as well play tricks and the one person he always longed for was not standing there but was a mere illusion, an infallible sign that loneliness finally broke him. In addition to this, it just couldn’t be you, Jack boasted with having tied up all the loose ends prior to his time as head of Hyperion, he never mentioned specifically killing you, but knowing his former megalomaniac boss, it was highly probable.

“You...you're real, rrrrright? I mean like you’re standing there, physically, not imaginary…cupcake?”

There it was, the way Jack spoke, how he rolled the “r” and stretched out the last part of word, paired with Timothy's adorable insecurity. You nodded, your lips forming a broad smile before you jumped at him, hugging him as tight as you could without crushing him. Timothy pressed his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply all of you as he wanted to breath in all the lost years at once as tears formed in the corners of his eyes. He still was a prisoner in this awful casino, but with you in his arms, he suddenly felt...good, calm, in a way he felt as he finally arrived at a placid home after an eternity of unrest, pain, torture and devouring fears. Shots in a distance broke your silent reunion, your heads got up in a sudden panic, scanning around for potential enemies. Even outside Pandora, it was hard up to nearly impossible to have a few minutes of non-threatening quiet. Timothy grabbed your hand and dragged you hurriedly behind him. He abruptly stopped at a strange device on a wall, two corners away, shoved his face against the lens, swearing under his breath. After a few seconds and a quick beeping noise, the wall slid aside, revealing some kind of large half empty storage room you were pushed inside before the wall closed again.

“Welcome to the casa de Timothy”, he waved his hands around, smiling like a child in a sweet shop.

You giggled at his gleeful childishness. While hunting the vault and defending against the invading Dahl forces on Elpis, you could always count on Timothy to keep you smiling. His sweet and innocent soul that felt out of place in the reality you were forced to reside in was what made him most precious, a rare jewel of kindness in a world that was rotten to its core. Your helmet and weapon dropped with a loud clunk to the floor, only two seconds before you threw yourself into his arms, sobbing with your face pressed on his chest.

“I missed you”, you blubbered out, “you don't know how much I missed you.”

Streams of tears ran down your cheeks, they emerged from an ineffable joy, locked up for almost an eternity and not to be stopped by anything. All your emotions broke loose, flooding the moment, overwhelming both of you as his tears joined yours. He squeezed you as hard as he was able to, not planning on letting you any time soon, hell, if he would never ever get away from this place he would at least be stuck here with you in his arms. He grabbed your chin, pulled your head up a bit and gazed deeply into your eyes.

“I love you, pumpkin. I survived hell, no matter what he did or told to me, I kept going, never knowing why, but now”, his voice broke off for a moment as he struggled to remain calm, “having you here in this hell with me, I finally realise why I could never give up, I knew we would find each other again someday, just like we found each other on Elpis ten years again.”

“I saw right through your act”, you gently mocked.

“And you didn't even know Jack at that time”, he replied amused, “I wonder how bad I actually must be as his body double.”

“Fortunately you're no use as mimicking Jack”, you cackled, finally pressing your lips on his.

#borderlands 3 #timothy lawrence #timothy lawrence x reader #borderlands x reader #reader insert #female reader #happy ending #handsome jackpot #doppelganger #jack doppelganger #borderlands #2k games #gearbox #handsome jack

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altrodent · 1 year

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Life Saver

Pairing: Timothy Lawrence x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff, past relations with Handsome Jack, tiniest bit of angst, slow burn, Borderlands2/3 spoilers?, mentions of alcohol, lotssss of swearing lol, siren reader

Summary: After reunifying with someone from your past, you finally realize that someone you truly needed was taken away from you, just not the one you expected it to be.

DISCLAIMER: I wrote moxxi’s name like moXXXi for most of the story, please bear with me. Also, most of this was written very late at night and only poorly reviewed a couple times

After the not-so-tragic passing of a psychopath who controlled your entire career, you finally ended up back on track with your life. You originally worked as head of defensive security at the one and only Hyperion, but where did it all go wrong? It began when Jack broke up with his, at the time, girlfriend moxxxi. You couldn’t tell if it was desperation, or just a thing he was into, but he quickly took a liking to you. A person in charge, power, strength, but not more than him economically. He eventually “promoted” you to his assistant and you absolutely despised it. He made an excuse that the desk he ordered for you wouldn’t ship for a while, so you’d have to sit on his lap while he did his work. Though he was attractive, wealthy, and even kinda funny, it just felt gross- perverted even… and not the good consensual kind.

Whilst you worked there, eventually you started seeing him more often, except it wasn’t him. It was a man named Timothy, one of his duplicates. He hired him to be a vault Hunter for him but eventually as time went on he talked to you more and more, even convinced Jack to let you go on some of his missions with him. He was sweet and funny, and maybe at some point you were interested in him, but the way Jack had you wrapped around his finger, he’d pull you back in if he realized you got too close to Timothy.

Years later after working with them, Jack finally passed away leaving you go back to a career that was your own. While you wanted to find Timothy, you just didn’t have enough time, though if he survived that long working for Jack, he’s sure to be fine. As time passed, you became a Vault Hunter originally for the thrill of the kill and to hopefully just do whatever the hell you wanted alone, but you caved and ended up joining a crew on a ship called “The Sanctuary” and even though you knew your rule about not getting attached, you were sure they could handle themselves fine if anything happened. They could, and still do, one day when wandering around this ship you finally enter the brightly glowing pink room. You always noticed it, but was always too busy trying to complete missions for the other members. It looked like a bar after going on a killing spree for days takes all the energy out of you.

“Hey, sugar, never seen you around here” said a beautiful pale woman with a harlequin type corset “Yeah, I rarely have time to… explore.” You said, with a sigh. The woman can tell by the dark circles around your eyes that you’ve been busy, she’s clever so she puts two and two together. “You’re the Vault Hunter, right, pleasure” she puts her hand out, you grasp it with a firm shake even though it looks like you’ve been to hell and back. She starts making you a drink, seems like Lilith spilled to her some of your interests, which leads to a very interesting offer; “So, Vault Hunter, I was wondering if you’d like to take me up on an offer.” She leans against the bar getting close to your face “… what kind of offer..?” She smiles before moving a piece of hair out of her face “Well, wanted to see if you’d be interested in a raid of the Handsome Jackpot casino and claim its riches. You can say no but, you will get a lot out of this heist” her gaze doesn’t look away from you, intent on getting you to do the mission “How much are we talking?” She walks around the bar, picking up a scribbled-on clipboard on her way, and presents it to you. “Holy shit.” She hums a laugh “So, do we have a deal, VH?” She smiles and holds her hand out once more, needing your trust “Yeah, we do.” You take her hand and shake it. “I’ll send the coordinates to your Echo, from there I’ll guide you through. When you get there please don’t die, I prefer my attractive customers to stay alive.” She sends you a wink as you take one last drink before preparing to head to the Casino.

You jump on the drop pod, to head to- what might just be, the most rewarding mission you could ever imagine. Sure shooting Skags for the nice old man on Pandora is rewarding but, this is a literal heist. You had heard of ‘handsome Jack’ but you knew Jack, so you weren’t very ecstatic to see him again, even if it was just for this mission. Sure he’s dead, doesn’t mean you want to completely cut him out of your life altogether. From the small window of your drop-pod you see what is a giant hologram of Jack’s head. Once your pod drops, two robots try to stop you and get you to pay for “VIP” valet, you just shake your head no and then run past them into the building. “For a fancy casino… this place looks like shit.” You hear a giggle over your ear piece “Yeah, after Jack died the casino got ransacked with debt-ridden peasants. They’re the one’s we’re gonna help, sugar. Hopefully most of them won’t have to feel your wrath on the way~” you huff a laugh, before making your way to a giant slot machine? “What the fu-“ “Jack here! Welcome to the Handsome Jackpot! Who’s ready to give me their money?” The man himself, again as a giant hologram… he loves himself, too much “After all these years, I still want to kick his dick in.” You mumble, Moxxxi laughs “Keep that energy up, Vault Hunter, you’ll need it”

“That’s Jack for you. Dead seven years and still is trying to screw us over.” You roll your eyes, “tell me about it.” Moxxxi tuts “I have a question, if I may, did you know Jack? Before he died?” You purse your lips “Yeah, unfortunately. Used to be his head of security, then he ‘promoted’ me to basically his own personal lap dog” you kick away some of the robots, moxxxi gasps “Sugar, were you the person at reception? I remember you now, I always felt so bad that you had to be so close to him everyday.” You sigh “I got the attention I never had, but not in the way I preferred… well until the other Jack came.” You reach a room full of more debt-riders “dammit, what a waste of ammo…” you look down at your fist and shrug, you realize that the debt these people owed made them unable to afford any source of energy… or guns, for that matter. “Wait, Sugar, what ‘other Jack’?” You grunt as another debtor tries to take you down “Can you give me a sec, Mox?” You turn your echo piece off, as you slam them into the floor. You tilt your head back “god, why is there SO MANY?!” Another wave falls from the ceiling, you give in to the waste and take out a gun and knock them all down with a single mag. You click your echo piece on again “What were you asking about-?” You said, whilst looting some of their bodies for home fully something. “The other Jack? Who is it?” You bite the inside of your lip “Jacks dead, so I can say his name now, right? He might be dead too- I don’t know I think he said it was Jim- Jimmy? Jimothy? I feel shitty now, he was like the only person I talked to when working at Hyperion-“ “Timothy Lawrence, hm, never would take you for the type.” You pause your looting “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Your jaw drops in disbelief “Nothing, Sugar.” You can hear her giggle on the other side “Head out the exit, you should see a giant tower, it’s the biggest thing in the casino by a mile. Now if I know Jack, and I’m ashamed to say I did, that tower is where we can find the keys to the kingdom.”

After about an half an hour of wandering around and killing all the debtors, you reached what Jack so “greatly” named the Spendopticon. All of a sudden you get an incoming transmission from someone named “Pretty Boy” you groan “What do you wan-“ he cuts you off, very rudely “Welcome to the Casino! So you’re the big spender who’s been racking up charges, eh?” Your face grimaces before shooting a debtor that tried crawling on you “uh, yeah? I guess, who the hell are you?” He laughs as you’re trying to shake off more people “Heh, well pardon our mess there, we’re still working on ‘renovations’. But all you need to know is I��m the boss here. Anyone gives you a hard time, just ask for Pretty Boy, heh! I’ll sort them out for ya.” You groan as you swing at another one “Look ‘Pretty Boy’, thanks for the offer, but I’m good working alone.” He sighs “Well, my offer still stands, don’t go breakin’ my heart so soon, toots.” He signs off “God, why does everything with Jack have to end up creepy and slightly perverted?” Moxxxi hums, “I don’t know sugar, but at least we know who the boss is. But don’t trust a word he says, he seems all teeth.”

You wander around to another court yard, but this time it’s different. The robots don’t seem to attack you, they race past you to fight off the debtors who are causing a riot. Stunned, you walk past him. Once you snuck past, you see something out of the ordinary “Can ANYONE hear me?” A voice yells from inside a big yellow crate, guarded by giant loader bots. “Hahaha! I got all the time in the world, Timmie! All the time in the world.” You step closer to the crate until a loose sheet of metal gets caught on your boot and makes a loud crash “shit.” The door on the crate rattles “Is someone out there?! Please, help me out!” Pretty boy laughs over the Spendopticon’s PA systems “Have fun with my loaders, ya schmuck!” The loaders all turn to you, “Can’t I just have ONE mission on a nice beach somewhere?” You whine, while you really aren’t one to complain, you haven’t slept in a while and your body is running off whatever gasoline liquor Moxxxi have you on the sanctuary earlier. You grab your gun of choice from your bag, and load in a new mag “Come on robitches, let’s dance.”

Pretty Boy calls in for more backup, you get distracted and an EXP-loader hits hard, destroys your armor completely. “Fuck!” Pretty Boy laughs and mocks you right before you shoot the screen with his ugly mug on it, unfortunately for your gun that was all the ammo you had left. Luckily, using the anger from the guy in the box complaining that he was trapped, you took out your rage against the robots and started bashing their mechanical heads in with the butt of your gun. “You might’ve destroyed my screens, but your next toots. And Timmie, it was nice seeing ya, handsome bastard. We’ll talk soon!” And with that the final loader drops and you head back to the door. It swings open revealing a man hunched over with a metallic right hand, and his hoodie up. He raises his hands “N-n-no! Don’t shoot, don’t shoot! Don’t- this isn’t what it looks like…” he pulls up his hoodie, and immediately you raise your gun more. If it wasn’t bad enough his face was everywhere, there is no way in hell… he survived! It’s Jack, but it doesn’t feel like it, also isn’t he supposed to be dead? You raise a brow in confusion and you keep your gun steady. There isn’t any ammo, but he doesn’t know that. “Explain yourself, now, or I’ll turn your face into ground beef.” He raises his hands more “I just need you to-“ he pauses and his hands drop slowly “It…it’s you…”

your brows furrow and you slowly lower your gun “I’m who?” His lip corners twitch, unknowing wether to feel happy to see you do upset that you don’t remember him right off the bat. He pulls his shirt collar down to reveal a pendant, a pendant you knew all too well. When you two finished your first mission, the older woman who you helped made you both matching charm necklaces. They were gorgeous and even engraved your initials together, since she thought you two were dating. You put your gun down, you reach into one of your pockets and pull out your pendant. You lock eyes with him, “Timothy, is it really you…?” He smiles, and before he can even respond something inside you breaks. The cold outer shell that formed over the last tasking 7 years sheds away as your muscles move, without your will, and pull him into a warm embrace. It doesn’t take long for him to bury his face in your hair, and hold you like he was never going to let go. “I was so worried about you, Tim… I should’ve taken you with me, I- I’m sorry.” He pulls away and cups your face “Don’t apologize! You’re here now, that’s all I’ve ever wanted… wait, why are you here anyways? I mean, I’m glad your here, but you got to escape Jack why-“ you grab his shoulders to get his attention “Would love to fill you in on what I’ve been doing for the past 7 years, but I need your help.” He smirks at me “I’ll help you as much as you need, baby- I’m sorry! The DNA… yeah I got some of his DNA so stuff like that happens now. But what do you need help with?” Your face is blushed a bit from the first bit, but you manage to snap yourself out of it “I’m trying to figure out how to get into Jacks tower.” He snorts “Join the club, butt-face! Oh my lanta, Im soso sorry I really can’t help it.” You giggle, and he turns his gaze away but, you’re not stupid and you can see that blush on his cute cheeks. “I can get you in though, this-a-way!” He spins your shoulders so you’re now facing the way to walk, and while you’re walking to wherever you need to go you decide to ask him a couple of questions. “So Jack infused you with his DNA so now you make weird Jack remarks?” He groans “Yes, it’s the worst. I felt like I wasn’t myself before, and now I’m like an off-brand version of Jack!” He pouts, and you giggle at his expression “Look, as long as there’s a tiny bit of you still in there, that’s all that matters… and hey, maybe once this is all over, I can get my medic on my ship to get you back to normal… if you want to, of course.” He’s not listening, or maybe he is? You can’t tell, he’s just gazing at you as you tiredly ramble to him. “You have a medic, and a ship, and you still are talking to me?” You nod “Why wouldn’t I?” He looks down at his feet and shrugs, before seeing blood at yours. His eyes widen to see that the explosion he heard earlier, was displayed very boldly on your back. “Shit! You’re bleeding- like a lot!” You yawn “I’m fine that happens.” He takes your arm and rushes you to a door in a nearby wall “Well, I was gonna do a tour but I don’t want you to die on the doormat!”

He gently sits you in a chair while he grabs a small medical kit he had hiding underneath a nearby pipe. He’s panicking, to wrap your wound but when he does your echo falls to the floor. “Hey, hun stay awake okay? I don’t want you… dying.” You happy-pout “You’re so nice Tim…” he squishes your cheeks “And you’re so stupid! Sorry- DNA, again… but still, please don’t get this hurt again, I don’t want anything bad to happen.” You rolls your eyes and lean your forehead against his “Yeah, yeah…” he fiddles with his hands “Maybe- maybe we can push the mission off until tomorrow?” You huff “I’m fine, Timmy, I swear-“ he squeezes your face between his hands “Hun, you look tired, hungry and you could die if I don’t help you. So please, just let me do this for you… you’d do the same for me, right?” You groan, “Tim, I promise, I’m fine…” he rolls his eyes “If you were fine we wouldn’t be having this conversation would we?” You avoid his gaze, he was right. But you didn’t want to be weak, you didn’t want to be vulnerable.

“I’d hate to break up this sweet moment, sugar, but we do need him to help us with the mission.” Moxxxi speaks over your echo, Timothy picks it up “Moxxxi? You’re working on this mission?” This hurts a little, sure you were his friend before you were a Vault Hunter, but that doesn’t mean you maybe didn’t crush on him at one point or another. And Mox is literally the Handsome Jack gaze, Timothy… Tim could love her. Moxxxi finally moves from my echo to the holo-pad, “Tell my why I shouldn’t let the Vault Hunter blow your brains out Timothy?” He raises his hands “Moxxxiiiii, hi… look, they’re basically bleeding out can you just let me handle that first?” She crosses her arms before looking at you. He turns around to see that you’re standing up, seemingly fine. “Wait are you..” he lifts the back of your shirt, the wound is gone “How-“ he furrows his brows trying to figure it out before Moxxxi interrupts him “VH is fine, again, tell me why we should trust you.” He rubs the back of his neck, “Look, Mox, I trust him. If he wanted to kill me already he would’ve. And besides, I know he couldn’t if he tried either.” He pouts “what’s that supposed to mean-“ she sighs “Whatever you say Sugar, but what use does he have for us?”

He moves around to my side “Well, as unfortunate as it is, I both look, sound and even have a little bit of his DNA. I can get the vault Hunter where they need to go.” Moxxxi walks up to you “Are you sure about this? I trust your decision VH.” You nod, a slight smile on your face. She hums “Okay, well don’t get carried away in here, Sugar.” She sends you a wink before logging off, leaving you a confused flustered mess. Tim leans over to look at your face “You okay- also, again, never answered my question! How’d you heal your back?!” You grab your echo again “I’m fine, and I-“ you paused, you never told him. He’s never seen it, your siren markings. How would he react to knowing that you his that from him ever since you met. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” You scratch your head, “I’ll tell you about it later, we ne-“ he raises a brow and looks at you with probably the sternest face he’s ever made. “We need to get you to stop blowing me off.” You sigh as he moves to face you and gently places his hands on your shoulders “Talk to me.” You can’t say no to him, “Fine, just… promise you won’t get mad?” He smiles “I could never get mad at you” god you really want to kiss him right now- BESIDES THE POINT, you clear your throat “Just uhm… this is a little odd, so just bear with me here.” He nods, you take off your remaining chest armor and lift the under shirt to reveal glowing markings that curve around your chests features. He’s just standing there staring, maybe it’s cause he’s confused, maybe it’s cause he didn’t know your a siren… most likely because you just lifted your shirt for him, but beyond that, you’re concerned. “I was talking with my medic, Tannis, and she ran some experiments on me and when I woke up I had these siren markings. I don’t know how she did it but it makes me able to like save myself? I just keep forgetting about it, I usually never had the pleasure of not bleeding out.” He’s still standing there “Timothy, you’re staring.” He shakes his head, his cheeks colored a bright cherry red “Sorry, yeah uhm… that’s cool as shit, also maybe next time a more descriptive warning- but nonetheless, we should probably get going on this mission, yeah?”

He walks around the Spendopticon showing you all the entrances, the turrets and most importantly where he thinks the plan will work most. And before you know it, after days upon days of fighting, and even a trusted persons betrayal, you’re finally here. Pretty Boy kidnapped Timothy, and he wants your head on a mount. Unfortunately for you, he has a giant mecha-Jack suit, and you have to take him out by yourself. As easy as it may seem to a hardcore vault Hunter, you also have Timothy’s life- as well as yours on the line. He set it to self destruct, and the only way you can stop it is by defeating pretty boy and setting Timothy free. Luckily, Pretty boy isn’t used to having such height or the mechs controls, so as long as you move a lot he can’t seem to hit you. He finally get downed “Would you like to upgrade to the premium shield package?” You hear Pretty Boy slam the controls “No, dammit! Just go back to work!” Soon more of his loaders spawn. You walk near Timothy as you kill them “Are you doing alright in there?” He kneels down to talk to you “Are you alright out there? I would help but these bars burn like hell!” You grunt as you kick away one of the mini-loaders “I’ll be fine, Tim, trust me.”

Soon enough Pretty Boy stands back up “Round two, Toots!” You look back at Timothy “wai-“ You reload your gun “I’ll be right back, swear!” You run right up to pretty boy, shooting his mech in the weak spots that were basically already ripping open due to the pure amount of gun fire. Eventually you shoot at the spot for long enough to the point that the legs aren’t functioning correctly anymore. He gets distracted and you take this opportunity to shoot at this other weak spots. Mainly his joints. Usually you would aim for the head, but seeing as that’s quite literally the only part of the mech that backfired, you chose not to aim for it… it literally repelled your bullets. Eventually after enough damage to the robot he gets downed again. You slide over to a crate and grab more ammo before one of the mini-loaders starts shooting at you. “Why you little-“ you pick it up and throw it at the other one and they both make a tiny explosion. Cute, but unfortunate. You make your way back over to Timothy “Hey, Tim-Tim, you still doing okay?” He squats “Maybe you should stop talking to me, and focus on not dying, hun” you tilt your head “Hun? What’s with that, and why do you care so much? Do you not trust me?” He points, and before even getting a word out, you cut him off with the sound of a pistol. “Yeah, loader, got it, answer my question”

you continue to blast your way through the small wave of loaders “firstly, I said hun because of the DN- no, because I wanted too, and secondly I care because-“ The mecha-Jack stands once again “Dammit! Can this stupid bitch stay down! I’ll be right back Tim, we can talk after you’re safe!” He throws his arms up in anguish, before accidentally brushing his finger against the lasers “Fuck!” And finally, after Mecha-Jack starts to fly, he falls just as fast. Pretty boy crawls out of his head and tries running away, you pull him by the collar back “P-please! Toots, don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything! Wealth, power, what do you want?” You point your gun at his head “I want quiet.” You pull the trigger and his final breath draws. Though his life ended yours continues… but it won’t forever if you can’t shut down the course towards the wormhole. “Use that panel over there, it should work!” You type it in before the Hyperion voice lady boots you out “We need your DNA, Tim.” He groans “And I can’t get out of here without that either… look, you should leave” you look at him in disbelief “Timothy, why the hell would you say that, I’m not leaving you here. That’s not funny.” He kneels down to face you “I’m not Joking… you have such a cool full life ahead of you, and I don’t want you to die just because I’m trapped in this shitty laser cage-“ he stands up, obviously with an idea “Timothy I’m not-“ he shushes you “Wait I have an idea. Cover your ears, I don’t want you to hear this.”

You look around the room, but oblige covering your ears. He hesitantly brings his hand up to the laser and screams bloody murder while he slowly saws it off. You cringe, you don’t like seeing him get hurt. He finishes cutting his hand off and he sits in pain “Just… just pick that up, hun… use that I need a second-“ he breathes shakingly as you pick up his severed hand and place it onto the machine “Handsome DNA detected! Self-destruction by wormhole protocol: cancelled. Cages: cleared.” The Handsome Jackpot stops moving and Timothy’s cage bars fall. He jumps down and meets you eye to eye “Who knew that after all these years you’d still be helping me?” You smile as his arms meet your waist “Never said I would stop, did I?” He chuckles as your arms wrap around his neck “Well I think my hero deserves a long awaited reward.” He looks at your lips and back to your eyes, you nod before he tilts his head and locks his lips with yours. As cheesy as it is, you’ve always dreamt of this, preferably without the murder bots and the small guy’s corpse behind you, but beggars can’t be choosers. “You owe me one, now, you know that Tim?” He laughs “Yeah, yeah… come on, let go loot the shit out of this casino.” As quickly as the debt raked up, it fell just as fast. And everyone was finally free from Jack greedy hands for the last time.

The End (?)

(A/N): I might make a “Timothy on the Sanctuary” fluff story after this, you won’t need to have read all of this to read that one, but it’s gonna be so fluffy (I’m ill, don’t ask 😭) But I hoped you somewhat enjoyed this! I was on a mental rollercoaster writing this.

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