Love live -a Tim x moby romance

by Onceuponanicecream

Summary:

When moby’s lust for Tim takes over, he confronts him on the undeniable, unspoken attraction, leading to a spicy altercation, but how will they continue their relationship when mobys robot dick shreads Tim’s asshole into pieces?

Notes:

Hey! Oasis here, these next 3 chapters were written 3 years ago, I promise it gets better!

Chapter 1: The beginning

*at home*
*Tim and moby had just finished giving their beautiful explanation on gender and teaching the children of the world*
"And thats a wrap" Tim says with a sigh
*moby smirked at Tim, with a loving wink*
"what was that for* Tim said blushing, covering his face trying to hide it so desperately*
"what do you mean?" moby said like the sly fox he is
"ugh nothing"*tim said starting to walk away from moby*
*moby had started to walk after tim, he had followed him into the bedroom and shut the door*
"..moby what are you doing?"*tim said, as he started to catch on to what was happening, he began blushing much harder than he did before*
"nothing~" moby had said locking the door and starting to corner tim on the bed*
"C-can i" moby says with a slight stutter in his voice*
""WHAT"" Tim thought, he starts to freak out and blushes like CRAZY My best friend who ive known for years wants to have SEX!?
*tim took one look at moby, and knew he couldn't miss this opportunity*
he looked away from moby*
"okay.."
*IMMEDIATELY tim was thrown onto the bed, and moby took his massive, robotic d!ck out*
Tim was mesmerized, he had never seen mobys d!ck, and their it was right in-front if him
*Tim got on-top of moby*
*moby stuffed his massive cock inside of tim's tight ass* "beeeep" he said with pleasure*
*tim gets off moby and shoots him in the head* "never again" *he says, putting on his clothes and unlocking the door*
*moby survives because hes a robot*
"tim, baby please we can beep work this out"
*tim turns around*
"no moby, i dobt want this anymore, my ass is completely torn thanks to you" *tim turns around and starts heading back out the door*
"ILL GET A HUMAN PENIS JUST FOR YOU”
*Tim turns around and looks at moby*
"you'd do that...for me?"
*moby walks towards him, while still naked*
"of course, id do anything for you my love"
*tim hugs moby and sighs*
"okay, maybe we can try one more time"
*tim holds mobys arm and looks at his face* "I love you" he says whole putting his face closer to mobys*
*moby leans towards tim, going in for the kiss*
"i love you too"
*they kiss passionately as they start walking towards the bed*
"we cant do this tonight, maybe tomorrow once you get that new dick" he says while leaving moby on the bed*
moby sighs with a beep* "ok tim" he says as he gets snug as a bug in a rug, and goes to sleep*

 

-the end....
of the beginning-

Chapter 2: Aftermath (part 1)

As moby woke up, he started to actually grasp what he had done,

*sigh*, "what have I don-"

before he could finish his thought Tim had walked into the room,dressed in a short, robe
"Hey moby, are you awake?

Tim asked starting to lean on the doorway with his shoulder

"Y-Yes"

moby said with a stutter, he couldn't bare to look at Tim, whenever he did, he felt as if he was overheating

"thats good, i found an engineer who could swap you out with a new...erm human p3nis..But are you really sure"

"NO NOT AT ALL" is what moby wanted to say, but he just had to look at Tim..in that short...short robe, it felt as if he wore that on purpose , just to spite him

"yeah, ill do it, don't worry"

is what he managed to say, even he was surprised he managed to say anything, since his face was bright red, and his lips could barley move

"alright, ill go schedule the appointment"

after that tim walked out the room and shut the door, once tim had left moby sunk his face into the pillow,

"WHY DID TIM HAVE TO BE SO DAMN CUTE"

he thought to himself, all he could muster up was a rather silent beep.

Chapter 3: A new perspective(part 2)

Tim had woken up, from a rather short, sleep, to be honest it was closer to a nap, he couldn't sleep knowing that him and Moby might just be more than friends.

'No'

Tim said to himself, curled up on the bed, he couldn't bare the thought that moby might actually like him, not, that he didn't love moby, he did, for years actually, he way just so in denial that someone he loved, someone he has loved for years, loved him back, He had so many questions, that needed answers, but he decided to wait to ask them, or, at that to not ask them at all.

He stayed up, or awake lying down, for a few hours, staring at his yellow walls, that screamed for a repainting, he couldn't stop all these questions from flowing in his head; 'When did I start liking him' or 'does you even like me?' they were almost suffocating, so he decided to take a shower, to wash away all his troubles.

When he got out of his bath, he realized that he hadn't taken account for the fact that he had brought no clothes with him, he saw an old robe, from when they had just started their show, it brought him good memories, as he put on the cloth, he shuffled his way out of the bathroom.

Eventually he realized that moby was going to get that surgery done, when Tim had asked him, he was half joking or more a quarter joking, though he hadn't expected Moby to be take him seriously, he decided to call one of his friends, and blushingly explained the situation to him, asking if he could have the operation done, his friend, who was barley able to breath, dying of laughter, told him he could, and that he would, at this, tim walks to mobys room, to tell him what he knows

Notes:

DAMN, its been a while since i updated this fic, though it was fun to write about, if im being honest i have no idea where to go with this after what i have planned happens, and once this fic is done, i'll probably work on more "serious" (if my work could ever be described as such) things

Chapter 4: Turning point

After weeks of waiting for all the kinks to be worked out in order for the surgery to commence, the day was finally here. Tim knocked on the small door in the cramped alleyway that lead to his friends workshop.

 Although Mobys robotic fingers were awkward to grip, Tim held Moby's hand in an attempt to comfort him.

 "Im sure the surgery will be fine"

 Tim said, smiling at Tim in a reassuring manner. Moby didn't reply verbally, but his eyes softened in a way that was clear to Tim that he appreciated his efforts. Before long, Tim's friend, Edgar, came out to greet them. 

"You know Tim, when you said you wanted a human d!ck transplant for your robot boyfriend I thought you were pulling my leg, but wow, her really here in the metal"  

Edgar stated matter of factly. Edgar was a short middle aged man with soot and grime under his short fingernails, unkempt shaggy hair, and a sarcastic cynical attitude. Aka, A total hit with bisexual young adults.

 "Yeah"

 replied Tim, awkwardly shifting his feet and avoiding any and all eye contact. He was lucky Edgar had agreed to this, Tim knew if he asked the wrong person they wouldn't be nearly as accepting.
 "Well, ill take him to the operating desk and get the treatment started. You can stay if you want, but it's probably going to take a few hours, not including healing time... if robots even need to heal."

 Both Tim and moby stared at him, taken aback by his words

 "What..? What did I say?"

 Edgar said, looking back and forth between the two of them. Tim sighed, shaking his head. Obviously his friend didn't understand the implications of his words, but they were here for the transplant, not to lecture anyone.

 "I'll leave... to get food during the beginning of the surgery, and ill be back somewhere in the middle, does that sound okay?"

Tim asked Moby, who had been surprisingly quiet throughout the entire altercation. Moby nodded, before walking in the room with Edgar and waving goodbye to Tim.
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As Tim walked out the alleyway, he couldn't help but worry. What if something went wrong? But he knew moby wouldn't want him to worry, and made his way to the food stand, ordering a cheese taco and some pristine oil

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As Tim walked out the alleyway, he couldn't help but worry. What if something we t wrong? But he knew moby wouldn't want him to worry, and made his way to the food stand, ordering a cheese taco and some pristine oil.

Notes:

HEY! oasis here, its been 3 years since i last updated this fic, and honestly, i forgot it existed. My bad, but i wanted to get back into writing, am I thought what better way to do that than by continuing a random tim x moby fanfic i made 3 years ago? I doubt there are any followers of the story, but if there are, sorry. I cant promise an exact upload schedule, but ill be posting a lot more than once every 3 years. As i stated in the last update, my series after this will have a bit more serious topics than this. Thats not to say i wont be posting shitposts though. If you want to know the direction of this account, just comment your question and ill respond.

Ps: im aware the writing in the last 3 parts are absolutely horrible, and my writing here is only slightly better, but i think it adds a certain charm that im not willing to overwrite by rewriting the story.

Chapter 5

Notes:

NEW UPDATE, feel free to post this on any social media platform, just dont claim its yours. Im actually quite proud of this upload, writing didnt take that long, im just a master procrastinator.

As Moby entered the workshop, he felt a sense of fear. Something deep within his consciousness was screaming at him to leave, but… this was his only chance at having a relationship with Tim, so he ignored his anxieties, bit his tongue and followed Edgar to the operating table.

The room was dimly lit, random trinkets, scrap metal, tools and grime littering the ground. It was dusty with cobwebs in most corners and shelves stacked to the brim with random inventions and forgotten projects. It gave him an uncomfortable feeling, like something out of a horror movie from the 80’s.

“Here we are, the robo doctor office in it of itself” Edgar said grinning “just hop on this here dandy table, and i’ll get you equipped with the best human third leg i can find in my storage” Tim thought offhandedly that it was strange for a human to have another human’s body parts so readily on hand, but decided he didn’t care for the semantics so long as the arrangement benefited him, and sat on the table as edgar went to retrieve his new adaptation.

The silence was only interrupted by the low rummaging coming from the freezer to his left. Left with none but his own thoughts, Moby was forced to ponder on the reason he even began this escapade. Was the love he shared with Tim so shallow that it couldn’t exist without sexual reinforcement? Was it even possible for the two to love each other with their obvious differences? But reality soon interrupted these thoughts as Edgar returned, pondering has no place in the real world.

“I've got a few options for you to choose from!” Edgar grimaced, rolling a cart with five different phallic.. things? to mobys table. One on the left was decaying while all the others were frosted to the point of hypothermia, dried blood staining the cart’s metal surface. Moby decided to choose the one least likely to cause a stroke upon sight.

Once preparations were made, Edgar looked at moby, sighed, rubbed his neck as he struggled to find his words
“So… Do you need anesthesia or-?”
.
.
.

 

“No”
“Alrighty then!”

Edgar then began removing panels from his lower area, working precisely and quickly. He then placed a fast drying putty that served as a mold for mobys internal wires, placing a metallic cast and allowing the penecular device of mobys choice to be set in the center, soon enough, it was finished. (How moby's Robo chicken was supposed to function as a human's third leg does, will be left up to interpretation.)

After the operation, Moby felt vaguely uncomfortable, unaware if this was what he truly desired. But it was the decision he made, and regardless, he had to lie with it. He just hoped he'd be able to pleasure tim the way he'd always dreamed with his new found form.