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satorusgirltonight · 3 months

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3rd of july ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆.˚ nanami kento

piece written in collaboration with my beloved friend and one of my favorite people, @rahuratna, for nanami's (a.k.a. internet's collective husbando) birthday. 💜🧡 content warning: fluff/comedy/sugestiveness word count: 1k

Nanami wasn't one to make big celebrations on his birthday. Up until he met you, he'd usually go about his work day quietly, saving up a few extra hours to simply go bowling or visit his favorite restaurants for dinner.

After you both started dating, not much had changed. You'd simply tag along for whatever he had planned, and would usually surprise him with something by the time you both got home - a box of dark chocolate, a new set of lingerie, a nice warm scented bath, a new CD album he had been looking for.

This time, however, you decided to push your luck on teasing the poor man.

On his birthday, of all days.

"Kento, how do you feel about surprise parties?" you ask, hiding the smile pulled on your cheeks behind your tea cup.

On the couch by your side, you could feel Nanami holding the urge to flinch the moment you were finished speaking.

"They are not my favorite," he answers in earnest.

"Seriously?" you inquire with a faux disheartened look.

"Yes," Nanami replies, with a tinge of concern to his voice.

"That is... unfortunate, then," you ensue, putting your tea on the coffee table and pulling your robe tighter around your body.

His Adam's apple bobs as he silently gulps.

"Why?"

"Well, my plan was to surprise you when you got home, but I figured you wouldn't want to get instantly jumped. So I told them to wait in the room," you finally say, with a grave finality, pointing to the closed bedroom door.

Truth is, he has no clue what you are really up to.

"Darling…" Nanami sighs, ever so patiently, "I thought it would just be the both of us unwinding, like the past years."

"I… I'm sorry, I really wanted to surprise you with something different this time."

You do sound regretful, and he plants a soft kiss on your cheek in response. Even now, he doesn't quite find it in himself to be annoyed at you, even if the prospect of Gojo lurking around his bedroom is enough to send disgusted shivers down his spine.

"It's… fine. Let's get this over with at once, and then have the house to ourselves."

"Are you sure? I could always go in there and tell them to-"

"No," he counters firmly. "You've arranged something a little different this year, and I'm going to appreciate it."

"Come on, then."

As perceptive as he is, Nanami doesn't notice the mischievous smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Naturally, since you have successfully planted a seed in his mind, a terrifying image of his pristine suits being tried on by students and his custom made bowling ball being transformed into a disco light by the white-haired menace he calls a colleague.

When you reach the door and step aside for him, he visibly braces himself, fingers almost straightening a phantom tie at his throat.

"Sweetheart, I need to go and fetch a scarf. It's a little chilly in here."

Bless his heart. He's actually playing along.

You raise your voice.

"Oh, I left the blue one on the top shelf. Your closet."

"Right."

Nanami heads in with the air of a man charging from the trenches to face a volley of cannon fire. He stops dead in his tracks, eyes taking in the room.

It is empty of people, for starters.

The comforter on the bed has been pulled back, the white sheets scattered with rose petals. Candles have been placed strategically on the bedside table and vanity, emitting the subtle scent of the ocean. On a corner of the bed, a few ribbon-wrapped gifts await; a small stack of books and a box of his favourite dark chocolate with orange.

You saunter in behind him and he turns to you with a look that is both a solemn reprimand and a loving promise of a punishment you may appreciate later.

"Hmm. It's awfully crowded in here, my dear."

"Well, the rose petals were quite chatty, Kento. They've taken up all the space on our bed."

"They have indeed, you little-"

You laugh as you slip out of his reach, standing coyly in the doorway.

"Have a look at your gifts first."

He narrows his eyes, but approaches the bed, fingers unraveling the ribbon that holds the books together.

"What do we have here? 'The Master and Margarita.' Ah, wonderful. 'Bowling your way home: A salaryman's escape from bondage.'"

He pauses and raises an eyebrow and you gesture airily for him to keep going.

"Fine. What's this one? The-"

His voice cuts off abruptly.

"Kento? Are you all right?"

Very slowly, he turns to you.

"You got me the Kama Sutra?"

"I figured it would make a nice addition to your collection. I may even borrow it, from time to time."

You approach him now, casually opening the book to where you've placed a strategic leather marker within the section on sex positions.

"Since it's your birthday, maybe you'd like to start with the Virsha here?"

He considers the page seriously, before taking the book from you and flipping through it.

"I'm not sure, darling. You've put in enough effort setting all of this up."

Handing it back to you, he watches the flush that spreads upwards, across your neck as you are presented with the Indrani pose he has chosen instead.

"How about you let me do the work from here on out?"

"Well... "

"No, I insist."

His voice has that special intonation now, the husky rumble of desire, the inflection of hushed intimacy, the promise of that playful nature that only reveals itself when you're entangled in the sheets together.

You lay the book down, open to the very instructive illustration.

"In that case, let me present you with my last gift."

"There's another?"

Wordlessly, the robe you've been so studiously arranging around yourself slides to the floor. His kindling gaze takes in the sheer, violet lace, the tiny flowers embroidered strategically over the parts of you that he will discover at leisure.

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Later, when the gossamer material lies discarded on the floor, when his exhausted limbs entwine with your own, when his golden hair runs like silk between your fingers, you speak into the hush of the bedroom.

"Happy birthday, my love."

His voice is muffled from where his face is pressed against your stomach.

"That was quite the surprise party."

"Maybe we should have one every year."

He snorts indignantly, but his lips curve in a smile against your skin all the same.

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satorusgirltonight · 3 months

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professor! nanami. name calling. raw. hair-pulling. degrading.

troublemakers! It's the word nanami despises the most! he's an expert at keeping students in line and teaching them not to cause trouble. but you? you're the one student he just can't manage! you always find a way to create chaos at campus—altering and wearing your clothes your way, skipping classes, and even getting into fights!

nanami glared at you as he stood in front of you. “what's going on here?” he demanded, his tone stern and strict, as he looked at the guy you had beaten up while you stood there with a smirk. “to my office, now,” he ordered, turning and walking towards his office.

you followed him to his office casually like it's your second home— technically, you've been there more frequently rather than when you're at home. without anything in mind, you walk into his office before him. casually sitting your pretty ass on his leather chair with your feet up to his desk. nanami follows along soon, sitting in front of you— seriousness and strictness cover his face.

nanami frowns as he sees you already sitting in his chair. he closes the door with a firm click before walking over to his desk and sitting down in the chair across from you. “you have a lot of nerve, coming into my office like you own the place,” he says with a stern tone, trying to regain his authority over the situation. but you just smirk at him, your feet still propped up on his desk.

“what can I say? my favorite professor wants to see me in his office, I'm intrigued,” you smile at him, trying to play innocent. nanami looked at you for a moment before his gaze shifted to your smooth leg, sitting across his desk. your too-short skirt arise from the action. just from the sight nanami can feel his dick twitching under his beige trousers.

nanami quickly looks away from your exposed thigh, trying to maintain his composure. however, his mind wanders to the feeling of your soft skin, the way your skirt rides up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of your panties. attempting to refocus on the matter at hand, he clears his throat before speaking, “that's not the point. you know very well that your behavior has been unacceptable lately.”

“but I didn't do anything, sir.”

you playing dumb, twirling your hair as your face masks an innocent look. “you know exactly what you're doing,” he says, trying to keep a stern tone but struggling as his eyes drift down to your lips. “look, i didn't bring you in here for this. i want to talk about your grades and attendance—”

“then what do you wanna talk about? you're not gonna talk about my grade, or attendance, then I'm not gonna stay in here for any longer.” you cut him off, suddenly feeling annoyed as you rolled your eyes. nanami trying to maintain his composure despite the growing desire he's feeling towards you. “there have been numerous reports of you distracting other students during class, and I've seen it with my own eyes as well.”

you follow his gaze— your legs. “that's just because they can't help but look at me, I can't control that, can I?” you shrug, giving him a cocky grin. he clenches his jaw, struggling to keep his gaze from wandering over your curves. your defiant attitude only serves to heighten his arousal.

his eyes flash with a mix of irritation and hunger as he takes in your unabashed confidence. “but you can control your own actions, can't you?” he crosses his arms over his chest, the gesture both defensive and possessive. “distracting other students, breaking rules...—”

“this isn't about grades or attendance, is it?” you step closer. his eyes immediately drop to your exposed leg, a shudder running through his body. he leans forward, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. “no, it's not.” he whispers, his hands finding their way to your thighs, squeezing them gently.

you stop him by putting both of your feet to his lap, without saying a word wanting him to untie your shoes. he raises an eyebrow at the sight, a smirk forming on his lips as he looks up at you. “you're really pushing your luck, aren't you?” he reaches down, resting his hand on your ankle before slowly trailing his fingers up your calf— moving to your feet to untie your shoes. leaving your legs with anything but white stockings and knee-length sock.

he leans back in his chair, his gaze fixated on your legs. the white stockings hug your thighs, drawing his eyes higher and higher until he reaches the hem of your skirt and the tantalizing peek of your lace-covered panties. “you have beautiful legs.” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “do you wanna touch it, sir?” you ask, arching your back in front, puff-up your chest to him. your tight uniform hugging your body perfectly and nanami can see the line of your bra that supports your big boobs.

he sucked in a sharp breath as you move your feet to his bulge and caress it with your toes while biting your lip seductively. his eyes are drawn to your chest, the way your uniform hugs every curve, accentuating the swell of your breasts makes his cock throb in his pants. “If you keep that up, I might just lose control.”

“maybe I want that? I want you to lose control,” you giggle like some kid, happy and laughing when you get your first candy for the day. his breath hitches at your words, the thought of losing control sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. he watches you laugh, the way your eyes shine with amusement and the way your body moves with your giggles, it's all so intoxicating. his eyes darken as he watches you, his hands clenching into fists. “you're playing with fire, little minx,” he warns, a dangerous smile playing on his lips.

“yeah? I think you're the one who's playing with fire. I mean— you're screwing your students, sir..” you get up from his desk and sit on his lap. both of your feet on each side, before his big thigh. your hands wrap around nanami's neck. a low growl rumbles in nanami's chest as you straddle his lap, your soft thighs pressing against his muscular ones. he can feel the heat of your core through your uniform, and his cock stiffens further, straining against the fabric of his pants.

he can't take it anymore. he grips your hips, pulling you closer until your breasts are pressed against his chest, a wave of lust washing over him. the fabric of your uniform the only barrier between the two of you. he crushes his lips against yours, hungrily taking in the sweet smell and taste of your lips.

the kiss is rough and demanding, his tongue plunging into your mouth to tangle with yours. his hands grip your ass, pulling you closer to him, letting you feel every inch of his hard cock throbbing against your core. “you're fucking mine now.”

breaking the kiss, he leaves a trail of biting kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. his hands move to your blouse, ripping the buttons open and revealing your lacy bra— exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. “so fucking perfect,” he groans, cupping and squeezing your breasts roughly. his mouth descends on your breast, sucking one nipple into his mouth while teasing the other with his fingers. “you taste so fucking good, y/n.”

“oh, fuck—” you moan, keeping your hands on his blonde locks as you grind on his hard-rock cock in his trousers— making a mess with your wetness. his cock throbs with desire, pre-cum leaking from the tip and mixing with your wetness. his hands keep on groping and squeezing your boobs hard. “you like that, baby? you like feeling my hard cock grinding on your wet little pussy, y/n?”

you nod, “yes sir, ’s good, your tongue so good.” you keep on grinding on his bludge. his hands grab your ass, pulling you down harder onto his cock as he grinds back with a primal snarl. “you want me to make you cum, baby? you want me to fuck you hard like a little slut you are, hm?” you eagerly nod as you kiss him roughly, tongue-tingling and lip-biting here and there. your saliva escapes from both mouths, down to your thigh.

the kiss becomes sloppy, his tongue probing your mouth as he moans into you. his hands grip your ass harder, pulling you down onto his cock as he grinds up against you with all his might. his cock is so hard he thinks he might cum just from the friction alone. “say it, baby. tell me what you want.”

“i want you to slide this hard cock into my wet, needy pussy. I want to ride you until I cum? please sir, fuck me like a little slut that I am,” you beg him on his lips. he crush his lips to yours for another, throwing his tongue down to your throat. he groans, his hands squeezing your tits roughly, pinching your nipples between his fingers.

he tears his lips from yours, panting heavily. his eyes are wild, dark with lust as he looks at you. “get up on the desk.” his voice is low and gravelly, full of command. “i want to see you spread out for me, legs open and waiting.”

he helps you up onto the desk, pushing your skirt up around your waist and pulling your panties down to your thighs. his cock throbs at the sight of your wet pussy, glistening in the light. “look at you, y/n. already wet for me, your friends were right, you're such a whore.” nanami slap your swollen pussy, smearing your juice around. “only for you sir,” you winked.

he grabs his cock, guiding it to your entrance. he rubs the head against your clit for a moment, making your body shudder before thrusting into you in a hard, fast motion. you gasp and cry out as he stretches your tight pussy. “Oh fuck!—” startled, you jolt in pain as nanami's big cock suddenness. you know he's big, but you never actually know how big he was until right now. “fuck!” you cry, hands gripping his biceps. “it hurt— Ah!” but nanami doesn't care, your crying only giving him some pride— knowing he was probably the biggest dick that ever was inside your pussy.

he smirks at your cries, enjoying the tight squeeze of your pussy around his thick girth. “that's right, baby, take it all,” he growls, slowly thrusting in deeper. “you're meant to be stretched by my cock, isn't that right?”

“s-stop, fuck! nanami— ah, s’ big, i can't —”

“can't what, baby?” he taunts, pulling out until just the tip remains inside you, then slamming back in with a forceful thrust. “can't handle my big cock?you can and you will,” he said firmly as he grins, loving the way your pussy clamps down on him in protest. “you're going to take every inch of my cock like a good little slut, y/n.”

you moan, “no, too big, hurt— Ahh!”

“too big for you, huh?” he chuckles darkly, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “that's because you're meant for my size, doll. your pussy was made for my cock.” he smirks, gripping your hips firmly. “but it feels so good, doesn't it?“ he starts to thrust in and out of you with hard, fast strokes, causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. “you love the way my cock stretches you open...”

he continues to thrust in and out of you, not holding back at all. his cock is slick with your juices, making it easier for him to fill you completely. he watches as your breasts bounce with each thrust, relishing in the sight of his claiming of your body.

soon enough the pain you were feeling before cleared out of your mind and the pleasure started to kick in. “oh, fuck, fuck, yes..” your eyes flickering caused by the pleasure nanami gave you. “that's right baby, feel good yeah?” he groans, feeling your body start to relax and give into the pleasure. He continues to piston in and out of you, watching as you grow more and more responsive.

“yes, fuck, sir— so good, so fucking good,” you look at him with hooded eyes, cheeks flustered. “you like that, don't you?” he purrs, leaning down to catch your lips in a bruising kiss. “being fucked like an animal...” he trails off, kissing down your neck and marking you roughly. “you like it when I take you like this, don't you?” he growls, nipping at your neck with his teeth. he can feel your body trembling beneath him as he pounds into you with wild abandon. “you're my little slut, aren't you?”

“yes, I'm your slut— fuck, I'm a slut.”

“and a damn good one, too,” he grunts, his hips moving faster as he pounds into you. he can practically hear your pussy weeping to be filled with his cum, and the thought only makes him thrust harder. “you want my cum, don't you, whore?”

“yes, please, fill me in with your cum— fuck me so good,” you whimpered, back arching from the pleasure. but nanami had another idea, he flipped you— brought you to your stomach. he pushed your head to the desk before slitting his dick back into your pussy, fucking you from behind.

“like this, baby?” he growls, his hips snapping forward as he thrusts into you with brutal force. “take it, whore.” he wraps a hand around your neck from behind and squeezes, causing you to gasp in pleasure-pain. “take every inch of my cock.” your eyes rolled back to your brain as your mouth hanging an open, drunk for nanami's big cock. his big hand spanks your ass, leaving a red mark as if he's making a territory out of you.

“you look so fucking sexy like this, doll,” he grunts, his balls slapping against your clit as he pounds into you relentlessly. he reaches down to spank your ass again and can't help but groan in pleasure as he watches it jiggle from the impact. “yes, fuck, just like that,” he moans, his hips moving faster. he wants to claim you completely, to mark you as his own. his thrusts become erratic, his hand leaving another red mark on your ass and he bites his lip in pleasure.

“you're mine,”

“i'm yours, sir.”

you surrender, letting him fuck you so good and use your body as a sex toy. your moan and his filling the room, echo in every corner. the sound of slapping and your cry is all nanami could ever hear. the sound of the desk creaking as your hands grasp it, holding it for dear life. “that's right, slut,” he smirks, gripping onto your hips tightly as he thrusts into you with wild abandon. he can't get enough of your moans, the way your body trembles beneath him, the way you surrender to him completely.

he pulls both of your hands, holding them with one hand while his other hand pulls your hair roughly. your chest no longer touches the desk and you could feel his dick full inside of you angering bigger than before. “fuck, fuck fuck, so good, — ah!” you are crying in pleasure.

“that's right baby, scream for me,” he growls, yanking your hair harder as he pounds into you even faster. “let everyone know who's fucking you raw and hard, you filthy little slut.” his grip on your hair tightens as he pulls your head back, exposing your neck. he leans in, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. “you like that, don't you? you like being stretched wide open on my dick, feeling it fill you up until you can't take anymore,”

without slowing his pace, nanami leans down, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispers, “you belong to me. only me. I'm the only man who will ever fuck you like this, who will ever make you scream like this.” with a smirk, he starts thrusting even harder, making sure you can feel every inch of him stretching you to the brink. his hand on your hair tugs roughly every time he sinks into you, drawing out your moans and making you squirm beneath him. he let go of your hands to grasp your neck, squeezing it lightly after he pulls you closer until your back almost touch his front.

he grips your neck, squeezing just enough to feel the rush of dominance coursing through him. Your breath hitches as he pulls you back until your back is pressed against his chest. his lips ghost over your ear, whispering filthy things that make you tremble with anticipation. he can feel your heart pounding against his hand as he starts to thrust again, pulling you back against him with every stroke.

“fuck, I'm close— fuck, fuck, shiiit!”

“beg for it,” he demands, his voice husky with desire. “beg me to make you cum like the dirty little slut you are.” with every word, he moves faster, harder, his grip on your neck making it even more difficult to breathe. “please.. please, gonna cum— let me cum, sir,” you beg him.

one hand around his wrist on your neck while the other goes behind his head, grasping to his hair. he chuckled darkly, his hips moving wildly as your body shudders and spasms in pleasure. he feels your pussy clench around him as you reach orgasm, his hands gripping you tighter than ever.

with a wicked grin, he reaches around to rub your clit, pushing you over the edge. “cum for me, slut,” he snarls, still thrusting into you hard and fast. He wants to feel you cum around his dick and hear you scream his name. “that's right, whore, cum all over my dick,” he commands, giving you the freedom to release yourself. with a few more desperate thrusts, he lets himself go as well, his hot seed filling you up with a final hard thrust. “do it, cum for me. and I swear to god, if you hold back, you'll regret it.”

with a final thrust, he can feel himself reaching the edge too. as he comes, his grip on your neck tightens. he lets out a long groan as he empties himself inside you. “fuck, you're milking my cock so good,” he groans.

after he emptied his ball inside your pussy, a sight of relief could be heard. suddenly you have no strength to stand and fall to the desk with your back facing nanami, still trying to catch your breath as you close your eyes. your cum and his slowly dripping from your well-fucked pussy to the floor.

nanami watches you fall back onto the desk, his chest still heaving with the aftermath of his intense release. he lets out a low chuckle at the sight of you, his face a mix of satisfaction and dark amusement. “look at you, all spread out and dripping for me,” the brat attitude is no longer in the room with you.

he walks around to face you, his eyes roaming over your exhausted form. “you took your punishment like a good little slut, didn't you? now, let's see if you learned your lesson.” he reaches down and pulls your legs apart, inspecting the red, swollen folds of your pussy. he smiled at himself, “you were amazing, y/n, so thoroughly used and fucked,” he compliments you, leaning over and gently brushing some hair out of your face. “but next time, you'll have to take me on again with that smart mouth still intact.” he kisses your forehead.

you open your eyes to look at him, “fuck you!” you mumble, too tired as he chuckles darkly at your defiant words, even as your eyelids droop shut again. “not so feisty now, are you? that's what happens when you mouth off to the wrong guy.” he gently squeezes your inner thighs, spreading them wider.

“stay here,” he orders as he tap your ass and then walks off to the bathroom, leaving you laying on the desk with your legs still spread apart. when he returns, his cock is already shrinking back to its normal size— even the normal side is still big.

he returns with a damp washcloth and kneels beside the desk, gently wiping the remnants of your juices and cum from your thighs and pussy. his touch is surprisingly tender as he cleans you up, his fingers careful not to press too hard against the sore flesh. after cleaning you he carried you to the couch in his office laying you there on top of him and covering your body with a warm blanket. you snuggle to his chest, seeking comfort in his arm as he cradle you close.

as you snuggle into his chest, you can feel the warmth of his body beneath you, his heart still pounding from your intense encounter. he wraps the blanket around you both, cocooning you in a sense of safety and security that contrasts sharply with the brutal fucking you just endured.

“now go to sleep, I'll wake you up after an hour,” he mumbled in your head. he chuckles, a warm vibration against your cheek. “what if someone's looking for you?” you asked. “they won't find me here. this office is soundproofed and heavily guarded. we're perfectly safe.” his hand drifts up to cup your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. “besides, I'm not expecting anyone.” nanami can see the look on your face when he looks down. the what-the-fuck expression you have.

“heavily guarded? what are you? a fucking presiden?”

a small chuckle rumbles in his chest, the vibrations making you smile slightly in your sleep. “maybe in some ways,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair. “but for now, just let me take care of you.” he answers with a small smile. “and yes, I'm heavily guarded. I'm a man of great privilege and power,” he admits with pride.

you look up at him, your eyebrows narrow as you place your chin on his chest, “pussy,” you rolled your eyes before getting back to your original position— cheek pressing to his chest.

he stifles a laugh at your response, shaking his head slightly. “you have quite the tongue on you,” he says, amused. he wraps his arms tightly around you, pulling you closer to him as he presses a kiss on the top of your head. “alright, now behave yourself and get some rest before I have to spank that pert ass for being so insolent. let me take good care of you.”

feeling content and reassured by his words, you drift off to sleep on his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep. completely unaware of his gaze taking in every inch of your body, a small smirk tugging at his lips. he gently strokes your hair, he sets a timer on his phone, planning to wake you up precisely one hour later.

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satorusgirltonight · 3 months

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Silly Satoru Gojo Headcanons!

Hello beautiful jjk people! This is some completely unserious funny hcs I think would fit our favorite blue eyed man! Gege did our man SO wrong🥲

Some are romance related others are not but I have been brainstorming for hours thinking abt it soooo enjoy~!! <3

Content warnings: fluff, mention of underwear, possibly ooc(?), he’s just a silly traumatized man.

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Bro is the biggest snorer EVER. He is literally so loud you almost need earmuffs if you sleep next to this man

On the same note, he is clingy as hell in his sleep (and when hes awake lets be real) but he will turn infinity off so he can hug and hold you all night. He almost cant sleep if hes not holding you

He sleeps in his undies🤭 no shirt nothin

He plays Angry Birds when he’s bored, and probably has Cut the Rope or Temple Run on his phone as well. He is the “got games on your phone?” kid. (He’s asked Nanami if he does when his phone was dead)

Has a gazillion pictures of his first years on his phone, his love language is taking pictures.

Staring competition champ. Need I say anymore? Lookin like 🧿👄🧿

Sings in the shower and poses in the mirror for at least 15 minutes before he changes. If you catch him he will ask you to take pics of him for “physique updates”.

He most definitely has a few stuffed animals on his bed, he doesn’t show it off much but his favorite is one Megumi got him when he was a kid (its a penguin)

His favorite food is someone’s momma’s cookin. Something about a homemade meal makes his day, he tries to support smaller restaurants because its a higher chance a mom poured her life and soul into the recipes

Cant cook for shit though. Has almost burnt down a kitchen. Three times. Maybe four

Dramatic. Pouty. And clingy when he’s hangry. Megumi has been a victim to this on multiple occasions.

“So much for being the strongest” “MEGUMI I JUST WANT FOOD PLEASE😭”

Love his students to death, doesn’t quite know how to show it so he resorts to teasing and buying them food.

Avid figurine collector. Of what? Idk but he has them somewhere!

If youre dating him and someone flirts with him he just screams IM MARRIED at them. Works every time, but it does boost his ego. However he is still loyal to his partner so he doesnt let it boost him tooooo much.

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That is all of them for now! Hope you enjoyed them as much as I enjoyed making them! Lmk if you have anymore abt him bc brother has me in a chokehold as he does you guys <3

Bye pookies! 💕

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satorusgirltonight · 3 months

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unpinned the old introduction i wanna change it hold tight

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satorusgirltonight · 3 months

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so im writing a ticci toby fic bc suprise im a nerd over horror and creepypasta

would anyone wanna see that posted here? i feel the hyperfixation for creepypasta is coming back

#creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #slenderverse #creepypasta proxy #proxies

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satorusgirltonight · 3 months

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toby🤭🤭🤭

Hi wondering if you could do them together? If not do separate and what you feel comfortable with 🙏🏼

Yan proxies with an s/o that tried escaping and failed-nsfw if you can-again only if ur comfortable

SJSHSJEHEH ANON I LOVE YOU TY FOR THE ASK!!

YANDERE PROXIES WITH A S/O THAT TRIED TO ESCAPE

NSFW . MINORS DNI

GN! READER

Includes: “Ticci” Toby, Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian

TOBY

• You seriously thought you’d get away? How cute.

• The second you had kicked ‘em off of you and began to run, he was quick to yank your arm back and have you shrinking under his gaze.

• You could immediately tell he was kind of pissed, but you’re his sweetheart! He has to be patient with you.

• … Doesn’t mean he’s going to be gentle though.

• Will drag that same arm to the nearest flat surface (be it a wall for Christ’s sake) and off to pound town you go!

• Sex will be full of.. I guess.. Claiming???

• He’ll go on and on about how you’re his and how your hole(s) belong to him and how you’ll never amount to anything without him and you’re better off stuck with him (in a positive way, I suppose…)

• You’ll be left with dozens of marks afterwards and he wont hesitate to be passive aggressive and rough😭

HOODIE

• Have fun with this man!

• He’ll pull you back tightly by the waist, and drag you on into his lap

• Will yank your pants off right then and there, just barely giving you the time to process everything.

• “You want to leave? Really? How about we change that.”

• As i said in a different fic, he will be silent but you can tell by his never ending glare that if you fuck up he will NOT hesitate to get violent.

• Very fast and roughly paced. Gonna have your eyes stinging and your lips moving in a repetitive motion as you mumble your pleas

MASKY

• Why would you run away from this man WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU /HJ

• He’s running up behind ya and covering your mouth with his hands like he’s got chloroform or something on them

• It’ll feel suffocating at first, but similarly to Brian, he will just throw you down and start fucking torturing you 😔

• It’s worse compared to the others, he’d be VERY cocky (ha, get it?) about it and mock you whilst you beg.

• Lord, the repeated slamming into your hole while he yanks your hair back (damn near breaking your neck) must be so violating 😟

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satorusgirltonight · 3 months

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🫶🏻🤭

## ticci toby NSFW !! cw: breeding, afab reader

toby desperately gripping your thighs as he drives into your core, deeper with every primal groan he lets out. his pace is unrelenting while his gaze burns into your soul.

"i'm gonna fill you up, doll." toby breathily growls between the moans spilling from his cracked and bloodied lips. he raises his large, callused hand up to your cheek while the other is still tightly groping your thigh.

"you look s-so pretty when you're dripping with my cum, such a good girl." he praises as he harshly tugs on your scalp for easier access to your bruised neck. his rough lips attack the skin with a little too much teeth for comfort.

with a few more animalistic thrusts you feel his warm climax fill your insides, toby's soft expression almost making you forget that he's a cold hearted murderer.

but, of course, he would never intentionally harm his good girl.

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satorusgirltonight · 3 months

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this is canon for toby methinks

stalker!toby x oblivious!reader , maybe a lil nsfw?? idk sry if this is weird 😭😭🙏🏻

NOT TOO WEIRD FOR MEEEEEEE i love u silly goose u got it

[ NSFW ] 🪓 Stalker!Toby Rogers x oblivious!reader sfw + nsfw headcanons

SFW:

he's embarrassed of himself, he knows he's not supposed to be doing what he's doing but can you blame him?

it's not his fault you looked so pretty when he met you at that shitty convenience store a couple months ago, that you smiled at him and waved despite everything off-putting about him

Toby has a very Joe Goldberg mentality about it if you catch my drift- everything he does, he does for you and for the betterment of your life (in his eyes)

when he watches just outside your window while you make dinner or when you have friends over, or when you're putting away clothes, it's to make sure you're staying safe!

not at all so he already knows what you like to eat when he gets the balls to talk to you, or so he can make sure none of your friends have a crush on you, or to know which drawers to look in for what when you're gone.

just for your safety 😸

he sneaks in when you're out, just to get a feel for what his life will be like as soon as he's with you

he lays in your bed, cleans up little bits here and there, leaves little things scattered around every so often that he found while he was out that he thought you might like

he really does love that you have no idea- that you keep your curtains open, your eyes on what you're doing, and that you don't worry about the noises you hear sometimes that feel just a little too close to your home.

NSFW:

he steals ur underwear shawty i'm so sorry

it's just the knowledge that they've touched you, that the fabric has been soaked by you, that makes it so he just can't help himself

he'll wash them before he returns them!!!

he'll slip into your house just before he knows you'll get home to hide under your bed or in your closet, waiting for you to undress for him

(but also if you have anyone over, he may or may not get a liiittle jealous and steal one of your used pairs, cumming in them and slipping them right back into your dirty laundry basket with the knowledge in mind that you'll wear them again and he'll have been the one to ruin them)

if you end up getting yourself off while he's in the room, he's frozen for the first minute

he just can't believe he's really getting to hear all your pretty little noises and so close

he'll try to get himself off when you do, but it's so hard staying quiet when he has to stroke himself as such a slow pace to make sure there isn't any noise that could throw you off

the real challenge for him, though, is not getting out from his hiding spot and fucking you properly

in his wildest dreams, you see him and can't help but want him too, letting him fuck you however you tell him to because he just wants to be good for you

you'd pull his hair and press your foreheads together, the feeling of you around him would be heavenly and he knows he wouldn't be able to stop himself from going god knows how many rounds with you

but he knows it's out of reach.

and so, he's stuck laying there, a hand over his mouth and he listens to you moan and whimper above him while he gets off agonizingly slow to the daydream of you

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satorusgirltonight · 3 months

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can we get gross pervy dom toby content 🙏

Some Gross Pervy Dom Toby Content

Toby Rogers x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: NSFW

Summary: There is really no plot to be summarized, Toby’s just a horndog and he chased you down. good fuckin luck

Content/Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon elements, implied stalking, horror elements, Toby being creepy, Toby smells you and touches you in the weirdest manner you can possibly imagine, NSFW with minimal (mostly implied) plot, no real sex happens just fucked up shit, no seriously this is nasty as fuck i’m getting put on a list for this

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio (request rules + masterlist in pinned post)!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out

Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

A/N: Just to avoid confusion, in my headcanon Toby has a stutter as well as but separate from his tourette’s; i’m writing his stutter, not his tics! thankies!

also READ THE FUCKING WARNINGS THIS ONE IS NASTY

Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun would fill you with less dread than staring up at the lanky boy who’s currently towering over you.

You don’t have to look at him to know there’s a twisted smile filled with crooked, chipped teeth spread across his face, hazel eyes scrunched at the corners as he grins like a madman. You don’t want to look at him, really, but you can’t stop yourself before you’re slowly craning your neck to see. Slowly his face comes into view, and it’s even more unsettling than you could prepare for.

His messy brown hair flicks up in all directions and partly obscures his eyes, and yet they seem to glow in the dim light of the sunset. One of his arms is above you, folded against the wall, while the other cages you into the corner. Besides his fingers drumming restlessly, he’s not moving, but his entire body is trembling with….excitement? His chest is heaving like he’s struggling to breathe, and the uncomfortable feeling of his warm exhale fanning over your face makes you shudder, and…oh god, is he drooling over you? Shit—

You press yourself hard against the wall, face burning hot against the cool air of the drafty abandoned building. Something tells you you shouldn’t take your eyes off of him for too long, but in your peripheral vision you can see through the broken windows. There’s nothing but trees in all directions, and the sky is rapidly darkening with each passing second. You’re watching any chance you had of escaping in the daylight slip from your fingers. Everything is becoming much too disorienting much too fast, thoughts racing and overlapping and screaming at you to do something, but you can’t. All at once you’re trying to figure out an escape plan, how to appease your captor for long enough to execute an escape plan, and how you even got here in the first place.

The last thing you remember is running from him, the branches of the thicket grabbing at your pants and arms as if trying to hold you back. You had no choice but to run into the old hospital, but now you’re wishing you’d simply kept going.

You must’ve moved too much for Toby’s liking, because he suddenly grabs onto your arm with a grip that feels strong enough to snap the bone in two. You yelp in pain, a second gloved hand quickly clamping over your mouth. The echo of your cry rings loud in your ears, and for a moment you wonder if it’ll ever go quiet again.

“You…you…” Toby stutters, and your eyes widen at the sound of his voice. You aren’t sure what you were expecting to hear, but he just sounds so…normal, like any other nineteen year old boy, except if it were anyone else in any other scenario a mere couple of syllables wouldn’t strike such fear into you.

“You ran a loooong t-time…” He scolds, but his grin doesn’t falter. He brings his hand away from your mouth to shake a finger at you, seemingly trusting you not to scream.

Not like it would matter. You made him chase you pretty far in.

In an instant his hands are on your waist, slipping under your shirt and eagerly grabbing at the soft flesh he finds beneath. You have to bite your tongue to hold back another yelp.

“Oh, ooohh but it w-was worth it!” Toby slurs with a drawl, “I’ve f-finally fooouund yooouu, aha…”

He sounds so proud of himself. Something about his tone is almost childish, deceivingly so. He truly thinks he’s done something amazing.

Your heart skips a beat when he suddenly freezes, face going void of all emotion, and you wonder if you’ve truly angered him. If you did, would that be the mistake that ended it all?

Fortunately, it seems he was just changing gears. You panic when you realize he’s leaning in towards you, but he moves past your face to practically bury his nose in your neck, taking a long and deep breath. He lets out a faint laugh as he breathes out, and it feels like a horrible sensation crawling down your spine. The only thing you can do is grab onto his arms, nails digging into the dirty and worn fabric of his hoodie. It’s practically caked with dried mud in some areas and you can feel the dry cracking beneath your hands.

“I m-missed your…your s-smell…” Toby whispers. You’re confused for a moment, and it takes a few seconds for it all to set in.

‘Missed?’

He’d…smelled you before?

He ‘missed’ you…

“I-I should have…should have visited m-more…I-I got ssso busy, b-but I didn’t forget you, I-I promise…”

He keeps talking, but it starts to fade out. Only a few words matter, anyways.

There’s an incredibly brief moment of clarity that flashes through your mind, a split second flicker of understanding that you hadn’t just been misplacing or losing things, that you weren’t imagining all those noises or shadows that you told yourself were childish things to be afraid of, and it nearly floods your brain before it disappears as quickly as it appeared. Maybe you purposefully pushed it out, at least for now. There was too much going on to process the past. If you were lucky enough to get out of this alive, you could reflect then.

You’re frozen for a few moments as Toby’s idle hands begin to wander, as they always do. He’s at least considerate enough to feel you up through your clothes, but that doesn’t stop you from sucking in a harsh breath through your teeth when he roughly gropes your ass. It forces you to push yourself into him as you try to get away from the aggressive grip. You can feel him laugh with his chest pressed flush against yours.

He takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, and it’s become painfully obvious that he’s much stronger than he looks. You’d never expect someone so skinny to be able to manhandle you like this.

He sways slowly from side to side as he holds you, one unsteady hand toying with your hair in a gesture that, on Toby’s end, seems as though it is meant to be sincere.

“Th-There’s so much I want t-to do to y— to do with y-you…so little time…” He goes on muttering to himself over something or other, but you can’t understand him as he trails off.

He seems preoccupied with his own thoughts, distracted enough that you begin to squirm. He doesn’t react, continuing to quietly rant about nothing while stroking your head. You struggle again, a bit bolder this time. Nothing.

Maybe you actually had a chance, you just had to slip away. Hell, maybe you’d get lucky and run the right way on the first try; for all you know you’re only a mile away from a highway, that could be your lifeline. You just had to slip away—

“Stop it! Stop doing that!”

…Easier said than done, it seems.

Hearing Toby yell, seemingly allowing a genuine flash of anger to overtake him as he slams you back against the wall, chills you to the core. He was unpredictable, bouncing back and forth between the extremes of whatever emotion he was feeling, making it impossible to plan around his potential actions.

His hand splays out across your chest to keep you pinned to the wall. He’s applying much more pressure than he needs to, and he knows it. His smile twitches as you struggle to recover from having the wind knocked out of you.

When he reaches back for his pocket, you expect him to pull out a weapon; maybe a knife, or even a small handgun you somehow hadn’t noticed.

But no. He returns with something much smaller, and your brows furrow in confusion as you struggle to make out the shape among the shadows that have quickly taken over your space.

“What’s t-the matter?” Toby asks, “Never seen a-a condom before?”

He snickers cruelly at the way your mouth hangs open in reply.

“Whaaaat? I-I’m trying to be nice…don’t be a bitch.”

“N…Nice?!” You choke out in reply, and this time Toby’s jaw drops.

“Oh, it does speak!” He exclaims with genuine excitement. “Good, good…s-so good…”

He holds the corner of the wrapper in his mouth so that his hand can be free to fumble with his belt. The sound of the buckle clanking as he slips it off makes your stomach flip. Your gaze flicks quickly back and forth from his pants back to his eyes, and he hasn’t stopped staring at you. You haven’t even seen him blink.

His tongue runs over his glistening teeth as he prepares to speak again:

“I h-hope you squeal for me, pretty thing…When we’re done here, I’m t-takin’ you with me…”

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satorusgirltonight · 3 months

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oh my god im feral for this man

The Roommate (Dark!Ticci Toby x F!Reader)

NSFW One-shot

Author's note: This is my first time writing smut, so sorry if this turned out bad. It's also way longer than I thought, hopefully there aren't any spelling errors. Cross posted on my AO3 account.

Warnings: Swearing. Toby being creepy, he hurts the reader, blood kink? unprotected sex, creampie, biting, it's just... a lot. (4,519 words) - Minors DNI!

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Your brother hated his new roommate.

From what you gathered from the phone calls you two had, you knew he kept to himself, was kind of creepy and left the occasional mess in the kitchen. Your brother had tried to include him when he went out with his other college friends, but he always refused. The guy was gone at odd hours during the night, and smelled like dirt and pine.

You told him it was his own fault for posting an ad for a roommate on Craigslist.

It wasn’t all bad though. He paid his rent on time, always in cash - which he slipped under your brother's bedroom door at the end of every month. Plus, he had insisted on not signing any formal documentation. The lease they had was just a last minute document drawn up for a short term stay.

Your brother would only have to put up with him for 6 months. Then he’d be gone.

But hey, beggars can’t be choosers. And your brother needed someone to pick up part of the rent last minute.

After a few months it had seemed like he’d grown accustomed to the strange ‘twitchy’ man he lived with, that is, until you told him your plans to visit.

You finally got some time off, and it was the only chance you’d get to see him. So when all the hotels in the area were fully booked you were not about to give up. And….your brother’s place had a perfectly good couch available, right?

He was reluctant at first, but after much pleading, he finally agreed.

On one condition.

Stay away from Toby.

You figured he was just being overprotective. It was kind of sweet, but he’d never been that adamant about you not talking to someone before. There must have been something seriously messed up with the guy. And to be perfectly honest, it made you second guess whether you’d actually go through with the trip out there.

But you already bought the plane ticket, and you couldn’t let that money go to waste.

So now you sat in the passenger seat of your brother's truck, the two of you making idle chit chat as he drove you back to his place from the airport.

He talked about school, the classes he was taking, what parties he’d been going to, and fraternities he’d been considering joining. That last part earned him some of your teasing about becoming a beer pong loving, “Frat Bro”.

Only after a few beats of silence, you decided to ask him something that had been bugging you since your arrival.

“Your roommate knows I’m staying at your place, right?”

It was a simple enough question. The last thing you wanted was to intrude on someone else’s living space after all.

You saw your brother grip the steering wheel harder. “Yeah. Toby should know you’re coming.” His response was curt and lacking his previous joyful tone.

“You two fighting or something?”

Your brother sighed. “No just,” He paused for a moment, and glanced at you. “He’s been acting weirder than usual.”

“Weird how?”

He didn’t say anything for a while, instead mulling over his choice of words. Not wanting to scare you, but still wanting to give you a heads up of the situation. “He’s been talking to himself. A lot.”

“That’s not that bad. Lots of people do that.” You don’t know why you felt the need to defend a person you hadn’t met yet.

Another pause. This one is longer than before.

“You haven’t heard what he’s been saying.”

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The road ahead was dark, lit up by the dim headlights of the car. The only thing out here now was trees, broken up by the occasional house. It was definitely far from campus.

The driveway was gravel, the truck rocking back and forth from the potholes and uneven terrain, finally coming to a stop in front of the house. Painted a dull plain white, one story, rather small, but it would do. It’s not like you were expecting a mansion.

After the car came to a stop, you grabbed your luggage from the backseat, following your brother to the front door where he quickly unlocked it.

The living room was sparsely decorated, with an old brown couch in the center, a small television and a coffee table littered with cans and half finished drinks.

It completely lacked a homey vibe. Definitely felt like a typical bachelor pad. You nudged his shoulder. “I love what you’ve done with the place.”

“Hey, I’m not majoring in interior design.” Your brother shot back, beginning to walk away past the kitchen, calling out to you. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

Your eyebrows furrowed with a look of disappointment. “Already? I thought we’d, like…. watch TV or something?”

“Next time don’t get such a late flight.” His face stretched into a yawn. “There’s plenty of blankets in the closet. Try not to make too much noise.” Disappearing behind the door of his bedroom, he left you standing in the room alone with your bags.

Time for bed I guess.

You sprawled yourself out on the couch, placing a pillow on the armrest, and rolled out the fuzzy blanket you’d found over your body. You turned to face the front door. The room was pitch black, with a few beams of moonlight split up by the venetian blinds.

You picked up your phone from the coffee table by your side, figuring you could watch a few videos before you fell asleep.

The screen lit up, temporarily blinding you before your eyes adjusted. Mindlessly, you scrolled through youtube to find a thumbnail that would spark any interest.

You were about to click one, when you heard someone at the front door. Your eyes widened briefly, and you quickly shut your phone off. You don’t know why. It wasn’t like you were a kid and your mom was coming into your room to see if you were actually asleep. But it felt like you needed to shut your eyes.

So you did.

The door opened slowly, whoever it was trying to remain undetected.

However, the scent that followed gave them away immediately. You actually had to stop yourself from reacting. It was a mixture of BO, dirt, and something else. Something dead.

Without even having to look, you knew it was Toby.

Footsteps, careful and calculated. The floorboards creaking.

You waited for him to walk by, expecting him to go to his room so you could continue playing on your phone.

But he didn’t.

The movements stopped halfway through, and you heard him, on the balls of his feet, making his way over to the couch you were on.

The fuck?

You felt your throat dry up. You wanted to swallow down your nerves, but you couldn’t react. You had to continue pretending, right?

You could hear him, his voice low and soft, like velvet. A boyish tone, the occasional word being broken up by some kind of stutter, muttering things you couldn’t make out.

He stopped when he got to your side, standing right in front of your face.

If you opened your eyes right now you’d probably see him peering down. His jeans dirty and torn, honey brown stare filled with curiosity, looking at the glimpses of your curves that peaked through the blanket on top of you.

A hand reached out.

Cold, yet somehow clammy… texture rough and calloused.

He was touching you.

He was touching your face.

Don’t move. Don’t you dare even flinch.

“M-must be the ssss-sister…”

That was the first clear sentence you could understand.

He retracted his hand. But you could still hear him, the heavy breathing.

His whispering.

“Soft”

Then he left.

Only afterwards did you realize you’d been holding your breath.

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“You look awful.” Your brother commented when he saw you the next morning.

It was true that you barely slept that night, made obvious by the bags under your eyes, and the change in your complexion. The interaction with the stranger, the one you’d been warned of, had plagued your mind, stirring up thoughts that kept you awake.

You grabbed a coffee mug, pouring yourself a glass, before joining your brother at the kitchen table.

From this angle, you had a clear view of the hallway. There were three doors, one must have led to the bathroom, and the other remaining two were the bedrooms.

You only stared at one of the doors though. The one leading to Toby’s room.

You knew, at some point he’d emerge and you’d finally be able to put a face to the name. A face to the hand that touched you.

For a moment, you wondered if you should tell your brother what happened. He’d probably flip out, maybe even confront the man.

So, despite your better judgment, you decided to keep it to yourself.

He only touched your face. Sure, it was creepy as hell, but you didn’t want to cause a fight during your vacation.

Your brother clapped his hands together, getting your attention.

“So listen!” He grinned widely. “We gotta plan out the strategy for tonight.”

“Strategy?” You asked hesitantly.

“Yeah strategy. There’s a party I want to go to. Kappa Alpha is hosting it.”

You tsked, sipping your coffee. “You realize I don’t know anything about the frats here. Is that like… a popular one or?”

He nodded. “Yeah it is. I’ve been trying to get into this one for a while now, so getting the invite is a big deal.”

You frowned. You were already so tired, and the idea of going to a kegger was not exactly on your ‘to do’ list. But it was important to him. So you complied.

“Okay. What time does it-”

A door opened. You stopped talking.

Your eyes widened to look over towards the sound.

Toby was up.

The first thing you noticed was a mop of dark brown hair, unkempt, with curls that went in every direction. It was slightly greasy too, he clearly hadn’t showered in a while. There was light stubble on his jawline, and his skin was a sickly, almost gray color. A snake bite graced his lower lip, and there were a few more pieces of metal sticking out the cartilage of his ears.

He shuffled forward, looking tired, still in a pair of plaid green pajama bottoms and a t-shirt with little alien faces on them.

Once he made it into the kitchen, Toby finally glanced over. You looked away immediately, embarrassed that you were caught staring.

He was handsome. You hated to admit it. But he was. You pushed the thought out of your head, reminding yourself of who he was.

“Muh-morning….” He croaked out.

Your brother gave a little nod, just enough to acknowledge him, turning back to you while Toby started toasting a poptart.

“It starts at 9, but we should show up at 10 o'clock. I don’t want to look too eager.”

“Whuh-what starts at 9?” Toby interjected.

Both you and your brother looked at him, before nervously meeting each other's gaze.

“Oh uh!” Your brother stammered. “Just another party.” He motioned over to you with his thumb. “This is my sister, (Y/N), by the way.”

Toby’s eyes bore into yours. You swallowed, trying to give him a polite, reassuring smile.

“Nice to meet you…. Toby, right?”

You acted unsure. Like you didn’t know his name by heart. Like you hadn’t had your brother vent to you about him for hours over the phone.

“Yuh-yeah. That’s right.” He looked back at your brother. “Is the puh-party tonight?”

“Yeah it’s at a frat house. Did you…” He hesitated, before finally asking him. “Want to come?”

Toby bit his poptart, shrugging his shoulders. “I've guh-got nothing better tuh-to do.” The twitching man looked back at you, wiping some crumbs from his lip. He didn’t have emotion behind his eyes, just a weird intense focus on your face.

You pretended to be unbothered.

It didn’t work.

He noticed.

And he liked the way you squirmed.

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Toby stayed in his room the rest of the day. Occasionally going into the kitchen, grabbing a snack, usually some kind of junk food, before he’d scurry back into his little cave.

You started getting ready as soon as the sun went down. It’d been a while since you’d been to a party and you wanted to look your best. Or look like you got a full 8 hours of sleep at the very least.

Toby said he’d meet you guys there. Saying something about how he needed ‘to take care of something first’. No one questioned him. Both you and your brother glad not to have to share a car ride with him.

Loud bumping music, the kind that shook a house and pounded in your chest, enveloped you when you walked inside the frat house.

Flashing lights, a crowd in the middle of the dancefloor jumping up and down. The air was hot from too many people in a room at once. You could barely move through them all to get to the bar.

God you were going to need a drink to get through this.

Maybe even a couple.

Especially after your brother left you alone to go mingle.

One tequila shot, then two maybe three rum and cokes later. You didn’t even know how long you’d been there. Time seemed to freeze. There was only the music, only the dancing, only the bodies moving against you.

You felt hot. Your cheeks burned, and it wasn’t just from the temperature of the room anymore. The room spinned a little when you walked forward. Not enough to consider yourself completely wasted though. But enough to feel…. Friendlier.

More social.

Less inhibited.

Numb.

After a lot of struggling, you made your way to the back of the room.

You leaned against a wall, catching your breath, holding a red solo cup in your hand. You could hear people trying to hold conversations by shouting over the music.

And there were plenty of people making out. In fact, you’d say the majority of people were just straight up groping each other.

It made you a little jealous if you were being honest with yourself.

You looked around, wondering if maybe you could find someone cute. You didn’t intend on getting lucky or anything, but it would sure beat just standing there like an idiot. When was the last time you even kissed somebody?

Finally, you locked on to someone across the room. Someone with honey brown eyes. Someone familiar.

Toby.

He grinned when your eyes met. It was the first time you’d seen him do that. Large toothy canine’s, that bandage on his cheek shifting slightly.

Oh god you felt your heart flutter.

You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. There was something wrong with him. Your brother didn’t like him. Nobody did.

He creeped you out.

He didn’t shower.

He smelled like death.

You listed the reasons out, and damn if there weren’t a lot of them. But in the end it didn’t matter. In the end, it was painfully, woefully, obvious what was going to happen.

And you were already walking over there.

You slithered over to his side, sweating, peering up at him through your eyelashes. Trying to look cute. Desirable.

It was working.

He could’ve eaten you up if you gave him the chance.

But you didn’t know that.

You fiddled with the end of your skirt, the jacket you originally wore tied around your waist. A flush on your cheeks, you let your hand gently touch his shoulder.

“H-hey… glad to see you made it.”

He tilted his head to the side, leaning down to hear you better. It made your stomach stir with excitement, he made you feel small kneeling down like that. But you liked it. Liked that he was paying attention to you, and only you.

“Whuh-what did you say?” His breath was hot on your cheek. Using the loud music as an excuse to get closer, to touch your skin. Making the hair on your neck stick up.

You breathed heavily in his ear on purpose. “I said, I’m glad you made it.”

Toby’s lips parted, not responding at first, but not moving away either. “Oh? Yuh-yeah?” He sounded amused, voice lowering an octave. “Excited to suh-see little ole’ muh-me?”

It was kind of a stupid, cheesy thing to say. Like he didn’t really know how to flirt, but maybe saw a couple movies and memorized the lines. But it somehow worked for him.

“Oh, I’m sure nothing about you is little.”

Why did you say that?

Why?

It just came out naturally. Oh god, now your face felt flushed from embarrassment.

You felt him touch the side of your face. He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, it sounded heavenly.

“Yuh-you know, I’m having trouble huh-hearing you.” He paused looking around, making sure no one was watching. You wondered why.

“Do you want to go somewhere more private?”

That was enough to make heat travel between your thighs.

Fuck.

One meek nod from you was all he needed, before grabbing your wrist tightly.

Too tight, like he was unaware he could hurt you. Or maybe he liked causing a little pain?

He dragged you upstairs, practically lifting you with one arm, you felt like you were gliding over the steps. The muscles of his arms barely flexing under that hoodie of his, as if you were weightless.

He was strong.

You both traveled through the hallway, careful not to bump into anyone loitering in the hall. Some of the other party goers shooting you looks, but they were mostly directed towards Toby. They weren’t judging you or anything. In fact, they looked worried, maybe even a little scared. You started to wonder more about him. What was his reputation like if this was everyone’s reaction to him? Or perhaps he really just looked that scary.

So why did he turn you on?

He pushed you into an unoccupied room and flicked the light switch on.

You barely registered him locking the door behind him.

With one shove of his palm he pushed you backwards onto the bed. Your arms flailed a bit out of instinct, falling down on the mattress with an ‘oof’.

You swallowed thickly, watching him eye the way your legs had parted slightly. Your skirt hiking up dangerously on your thighs. You had to fight the urge to close them.

“Yuh-you look scared.” That velvet, sweet, voice of his was twisted by something sick.

“Are you?” His head cocked to the side, a wolfish grin on his face.

“Yes.” Was your reply. You didn’t feel like you could lie to him now. Feeling too exposed to even think straight.

He licked his lips, slowly approaching you. His fingers danced across your shoulders, traveling down your arms, sending goosebumps down your spine. They were cold and calloused, just like you remembered from the night before.

“Then whuh-why did you follow me here?” He cupped the side of your face, his thumb grazing across your bottom lip. You were going to respond, but he quickly shoved his finger in your mouth, gagging you. He wanted you to suck on them, but he didn’t communicate that well. “Why duh-did you….approach me?”

You let your tongue glide over his finger. His eyes narrowed, watching your face, before he started talking to himself. “Fuckin’ stuh-stupid.”

You paused. Was he talking about you?

“Should be whuh-working tonight…” He muttered. “Target just downstairs…. Ssss-so easy…this better be worth it…..” Toby chuckled to himself like he just told a joke.

You didn’t understand what was going on. Should you just ignore him and continue?

Toby retracted his hand from your mouth.

“Sss-so pretty….” He pushed your back onto the bed, crawling over you, his broad chest heaving, face pink and eyes lidded. Pupils dilated with lust. “So…. suh-soft….(Y/N)....”

You shivered when he said your name like that, feeling your panties dampen even more than before. Especially when he started running a large hand up your inner thigh.

You let out a shaky breath.

“Yuh-you like it when I touch you…. I know you do…” Your eyes flickered down at him, letting him continue his ramblings, Toby’s face breaking into another evil looking smile. “Luh-letting me touch you last nuh-night…. Pretending to be asleep.”

Your stomach dropped. You couldn’t hide it in your face, he fucking knew.

He fucking knew the whole time.

He burst out laughing at your expression. “Yuh-you’re still not even telling me to stuh-stop now!” Toby gripped your hip with one of his hands, lifting up the hem of your shirt with the other.

Before you knew it, he tossed the fabric over to the corner.

Your bra was next.

In any other circumstances you might’ve found it cute, or funny, when he struggled with the clasp. But something told you pointing it out to him wouldn’t have been a good idea.

He groaned at the sight of your exposed torso, immediately diving into your tits. Your nipples perked at the attention.

He was right. You weren’t stopping him. Your body screamed at you to. The smell of dirt and grime, of all things dead and decaying, it permeated off of him the more he touched you.

Toby’s mouth latched on to your left breast, the other gripped tightly in his hand. You knew you’d have bruises there tomorrow. You didn’t care.

He licked and nipped at the tender flesh, the swell of your tits heaving, your head thrown back and lips parted, letting out soft moans here and there.

A noticeable bulge grinded against your leg, as he huffed, humping himself against you like a dog.

After a while, he finally lifted his head up.

Toby looked you in the eye, grinning, licking your nipple teasingly one last time, before his attention moved to your skirt.

His hands searched your sides for a zipper, he grunted out of irritation when he couldn’t find it immediately.

You took the opportunity to gently put a hand over his, guiding it to where it was. “Here.” You said softly. “Let me help you.”

His eyes snapped up to your face when you touched him.

Immediately, his lips crashed onto yours. Needy, desperate, quickly shoving his tongue down your throat. You kissed back, swirling your tongue around his, ignoring the weird taste of metal coming from his mouth. His breath was hot and heavy, kisses sloppy. You doubted he got much practice, but he seemed to be learning quickly.

He made up for it with enthusiasm.

Finally pulling away, you both unzipped your skirt together. Lifting your hips off the bed, you shimmyed them down your legs, Toby watching in fascination.

“I’m guh-gonna fuck you.” He stated matter of factly. Then he whispered something that made your blood run cold.

“...Fuck you bloody.”

Shit this guy was scary.

In a few seconds, he ripped his hoodie off, along with his shirt. His chest was heavily scarred, a noticeable slash starting from his left side over to his shoulder, and a dark happy trail rising up from the waistband of his jeans.

You didn’t comment on it, but it was worrisome. You could only imagine what would cause someone to get hurt so badly and so often.

That said, Toby was definitely toned. A bit sickly looking, but his muscles had just a hint of a six pack formed. Maybe he did more exercise than you initially thought.

He kicked off his jeans next, unceremoniously pulling his boxers down, revealing himself to you. Lazily, he stroked himself, a thick layer of precum smearing down his shaft. It was long, veiny, but not very girthy. A flushed red tip, looking painfully hard.

You pulled down your panties slowly, already soaked, and ready. The anticipation was killing you, but you wanted to make him wait for it. His Adam's apple bobbed watching you, and you liked reveling in his stares.

“Guh-gonna split you in two…” Toby murmured, to no one in particular.

He hooked his arm under one of your legs, his body shivering with need, pulling your hips against him. He glided his shaft over your cunt, rubbing your clit slowly. He noticed you tense, how you whimpered slightly, and how your slick covered him more at the action. Looking in awe like it was some revelation to him.

Toby licked his lips, before finally enveloping himself in your heat.

It was quick. Like he was slamming a drawer shut, but he immediately bottomed out. You gritted your teeth in pain, before crying out when he started viciously pounding into you.

It fucking hurt. It hurt a lot.

“Shit..! Tuh-tight!”

Obviously, your muscles had tensed around him, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden fullness of his cock stuffing you. Unable to adjust.

You whimpered when he didn’t let up, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. A dull ache between your legs as he continued thrusting. The wet sound of skin slapping together coming from where the two of you were joined, burying his face in your neck, breathing in your scent.

Toby inhaled sharply, before you felt his mouth open wide.

Teeth broke through your skin instantly, a warm liquid dripping down your neck.

You screamed.

You screamed louder than you ever have in your life.

You screamed bloody fucking murder.

“Toby!” Clawing at his back, trying to get him to stop, you started crying. “Toby! Please!”

Luckily for you, he released his jaw to call out “(Y-Y/N)!” Not understanding your cries weren’t from pleasure.

It egged him on, encouraged him. His pelvis slamming into yours, with no let up, your tits bouncing at the force. Itching his fingers to your clit, he rubbed it in harsh circular movements, making you tighten around him.

You babbled nonsense. Finally some of the pain subsiding for pleasure, and maybe it was the lingering effects of alcohol, or the slight blood loss, but you felt a buzzing in your head. Basically incoherent, the faster he went. The brutal, bruising speed.

The way he gripped your breast, the way his hand remained on your pearl, trying his best to get you to finish, but not quite knowing how.

Something started to build.

More and more.

Hearing him growl, pant, like an animal. It was doing something to you.

You moaned loudly, wrapping your legs around him. The coil snapping, muscle spasming, pulling his cock in deeper, triggering his own climax.

His hips stuttered against you, letting out a gasp. A warmth filling you, Toby completely emptying himself inside with a deep groan, eyes rolling back in his head.

He gave a few sloppy, slow thrusts, before finally rolling off, and onto the bed next to you.

His cum leaking out of your cunt and staining the sheets.

Everything went blank for a moment, realization only just settling in. The gravity of the situation, the blood on your neck.

And an arm wrapped around your shoulders, drawing you close.

“I knew you’d be worth the truh-trouble.”

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