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alexiseatsbees · 1 year ago

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I'm Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket

Hiii !! This is my first time writing a creepypasta oneshot thing so that's fun. This is a ticci toby x reader thing that I thought about and wanted to write. It's also posted on my quotev (link at the end) where you can request other things for me to write !! Also this is my first time specifically writing for Toby so I know I probably missed some things, so if I ever write for him again I'm gonna be better about that. Ok onto this lol

It was the middle of December, and the snow was coming down steadily, matching the twinkle of the stars above. The frosty wind blew through your poor choice of clothes for the weather - a plain long sleeve shirt with jeans. You shivered as you mumbled to yourself,

“Could’ve bundled up a little…”

There’s not much you can do now with a car low on gas and no one around to help, and being miles away from home didn’t help much either.

The surrounding woods felt never-ending and did nothing to comfort you. The empty streets with old lamps flickered as you tried to figure out what could possibly be wrong with your car. A feeling in your gut told you that something was wrong, so you tried to work quickly. You shakily sighed as you shivered, fiddling with the car's buttons and levers, inspecting the car’s old gas pump, slamming your fist on it a few times just to see if that would work. You muttered under your breath again, starting to become annoyed with the thing,

“Damned thing won’t work…”

A huff of frustration left your lips, watching as steam clouded in front of you, making you remember that you’d probably freeze to death if this stupid car wouldn’t start up again. Your aggravation was quickly replaced with a small gasp of surprise when an unfamiliar voice rang out behind you,

“You know, you probably shouldn’t b-be out here at this time of night.”

You jumped as you heard the voice, snapping your head to turn and face where it came from. You were met with someone you’ve never seen before in your life. Behind you stood a man with shaggy, uncut brown hair and orange ski goggles pushed up to rest on the top of his head. He wore multiple layers, including a plain black hoodie with a brown coat over it with jeans that almost looked too big for him. He was pretty tall, but the main thing you noticed was the giant bandage on his cheek, wondering what would be under it. Something else that caught your eye was the way he was acting. He'd occasionally twitch his neck or mutter something that sounded like it came out involuntarily.

He stood a couple of feet away from you, not moving. You kept your gaze on him, confused as to where this guy even came from knowing you were in the middle of nowhere. You cleared your throat before speaking, trying your best to keep your voice steady even though worry started to fill your body.

“I-uh… I know that.”

You immediately felt like a dumbass the moment the words left your mouth, turning away from him to look at your car again before looking back at him. You could feel yourself shake, like it was getting colder, or you were just becoming more nervous, you couldn’t tell anymore. The man spoke again, his voice sounded gravelly, like he was trying to make it sound deeper than it was, but you couldn’t tell or care at this point. All you knew was that he freaked you out and you wanted him to leave you alone.

“Doesn’t look like you do or you would’ve been somewhere safe by now.”

He scoffed at the end of the sentence, making a whistling noise before stepping closer to you until he stood right beside you. He seemed ok, but something in his tone and his body language set alarms off in your head, telling you to ditch the car and run. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about this guy. He spoke again, realizing you weren’t going to say anything,

“Look, it’s freezing and you’re car doesn’t look like it’s gonna do anything anytime soon”

His gaze moved from her face, to her car, to her clothing, letting out a sigh as he smirked and scrunched his nose, furrowing his brows as he shook his head

“And what’s with the-the outfit, anyways? This your idea of winter attire?”

He chuckled as he spoke, rolling his eyes as he pointed a long finger at your chest, judging your choice of clothing. He made you feel dumb, but being out this late in this weather wasn’t exactly your choice. You’d be long gone and at home in bed if you had the option. You could feel yourself tense up as he stood closer to you, keeping your gaze on his face to try and figure out what his intentions were. Beside you, he studied the car, pointing at the gas pump and commenting on how you were low on gas like you didn’t already know that. The whole thing made you wanna yell at him and tell him to leave you alone, instead, you took a breath and tried to keep your cool as you responded,

“I didn’t have a jacket, I’m not supposed to be here. I’m kinda supposed to be at home by now but this piece of shit car won’t work.”

You paused your rambling, realizing you were probably oversharing. This guy didn’t need to know why you were here, or what you were doing at the old gas station. He nodded as you spoke, even though his face displayed that he really didn’t seem to care about the situation. He kept his gaze at your car as he spoke again, his voice felt monotonous with a hint of cockiness,

“S-sounds rough. So you’re just gonna freeze your ass off here while you try and fix that thing? You must be crazy or just plain dumb.”

A smug smile grew on his lips as he twitched his neck again, making you take note that he also had a patchy looking beard growing, too. You began to grow frustrated, taking note of this guy's features just in case he did something. You began to feel more uneasy. What the hell is he still doing here? Go away. The man was surprised by your lack of response, he was obviously trying to get a reaction out of you and was disappointed when you didn’t give him one. He spoke up again, you desperately wished he’d just shut up, it was like he couldn’t stand the silence.

“Maybe that’s the universe telling you that you need to stop pushing your luck.” He gestured to the wilderness that surrounded them, pointing specifically at the forest near the gas station, "You're out here all alone and your easy prey for anything out there.”

Furrowing your brows and squinting, you stared at whatever he was pointing at. Your brain felt like it was melting from what he had said. What a creepy ass thing to say. As much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. The forest was creepy as hell and being alone at night in the middle of nowhere was never necessarily smart or safe for anyone. His words began to sink in, if anything, you were more afraid of him than anything in that forest right now. You huffed as you faced him, starting to lose your patience,

“Look, I don’t know where you came from or why you’re here, but I’d appreciate it if you helped me or just left me alone. I’ve had a shitty day and I’d just like to get my car working so I can go home.”

Once you finished speaking, you saw him frown a little in response. His eyes burned holes into your skull as he absorbed what you had said to him. Your stomach dropped, you fucked up. The world seemed to stand still, the eerie silence filling the freezing air between them. He said nothing at first, only staring down at you with a piercing gaze, sending a sharp shiver down your spine. The only thing that broke the silence was the bitter, howling wind. His voice felt louder as he spoke up again. His words sharp and targeted towards you,

“You’re real mouthy, aren’t you?” his lips curved into a thin line, eyes narrow as they continued to burn into you, “I’d w-watch out with that if I were you.”

Your brain told you to run, leave the car and run somewhere, anywhere but here. You realized that was stupid as you took into account what was around you. Your eyes darted quickly, trying to look at everything but him. Dread filled your senses as you remembered that you were truly in the middle of nowhere. You looked back at him, trying to figure out what he was trying to do. Words uncontrollably spilled from your lips, you were desperate at this point, unable to control the shakiness in your voice,

“Wh-what do you want from me?”

It felt like the man's goal was to just make you as uncomfortable as possible. He remained silent for a minute, watching you shift nervously in place, fiddling with your thin shirt sleeves as you desperately tried to stay calm, looking him in the eyes. This guy knew exactly how to get into your head, eyes narrowing as he stayed quiet, waiting for you to break. His neck jerked to the side before he spoke,

“Well, the way I see it, I could either help you get your car r-running, or I could leave you here for the wolves.”

You felt like your heart was going to burst from your chest right then and there. Was he threatening you? It wouldn’t be shocking at this point. You stayed silent for a moment, realizing you’d have to work with him if you ever wanted to make it back home. You cleared your throat, voice still shaky from a mix of being cold and absolutely terrified. You nodded as you held out your hand for him to shake,

“What’s uh- what’s your name?”

This was your genius way of trying to fix this strange situation and get on the guy's good side. His eyes narrowed as he looked at your shaking, ungloved hand. The smallest look of surprise filled his features before he grabbed onto her hand and gave it a shake. His grip was firm but thankfully not too tight. He smirked as he shook your hand, looking up to your eyes as he scrunched his nose, “Name’s Toby.” He paused before continuing, still holding firmly onto your hand, “Yours?”

You let go of his hand before responding very bluntly, “I’m y/n…” You purse your lips together before looking at your feet, you didn’t know where to even go from here. You stayed silent until you heard snow crunching under Toby’s boots as he walked to the front of your car, popping the hood up to inspect it. You stared at him as he stared blankly at the machine, he looked absolutely clueless. You knew you were already screwed, but this guy just seemed to be making it worse because he had absolutely no clue what he was doing.

He placed a hand on his head, seeming perplexed as he studied the car. It didn’t take an expert to tell you that this guy was just as lost as you were when it came to fixing shitty broken down cars. The tension was thick and the air had taken on an unsettling aura, one that you’d only felt a handful of times before. You felt your heartbeat quicken as you tried to find a way to calm yourself as he tried to work on your car. The demeanor shifted completely.

You decided to try and talk to him, thinking it may make you feel better. As he worked on the car, you noticed something shiny reflecting on his back. There sat a hatchet, strapped over his shoulder. You hadn’t noticed it before, but now that you could see it, you only felt more uneasy. Swallowing thickly, you spoke as you pointed to it, watching him snap his head in your direction,

“What’s um- what’s with the hatchet? Are you a lumberjack or something?”

The question sounded stupid. You mentally smacked yourself on the forehead, a lumberjack? Really? He seemed amused by the question, chuckling as he looked at her and cocked his head to the side. The hatchet had barely been covered by his coat, taunting you to ask him about it even if you'd regret it in the end. You could practically hear the teasing and smirk in his voice without needing to even see it on his face, “A lumberjack?”

After a small pause, he shrugged, his gaze returning to the vehicle as he spoke, “No, I’m not a lumberjack.”

The response made you furrow your brows in confusion. You knew the question sounded dumb, but what else could he be? Upon further inspection, you noticed how rusty the hatchet actually was. It looked old and like it was in need of a replacement soon. The silence was killing you, so you spoke up again. Your voice sounded off in the sharp, cold air, “So then,,, what are you, exactly?”

This was as normal as this conversation could possibly get. They’d talk about what they do for work, he’d somehow fix the car, and then they could go their separate ways and never see each other again. Your question was getting closer and closer to the truth. The hatchet sat comfortably on Toby’s shoulder, like he was used to having it there, its rusty surface seeming to reflect the moonlight above. Toby gave you a sly grin as he looked over at you again, taking a few seconds to just stare before speaking,

“Do you really w-want to know the answer to that question?”

His tone felt like he was teasing you, implying that his answer was going to be something horrible, something you wouldn’t want to know. There didn’t even need to be a physical threat for you to feel uncomfortable again, your imagination filling in the blanks as to what he was trying to say.

You paused, trying not to just snap right then and there. You felt your eye twitch as you took a deep breath in and out. Did you really wanna know? All you wanted to do was talk about what each of you did for work, not try to solve some random guy’s weird cryptic rhymes and codes. The anxiety was bubbling up inside you, you wished this guy could just say something normal for once. You nodded slowly, not able to find the words you wanted to say.

Toby was clearly enjoying your reactions, continuing to grin and stare you down as you waited for his response. Eventually, he spoke again, the cocky smirk never leaving his face, “I guess I’m in the hunting business, I don’t really have a name for it.”

You nodded in response to his answer, watching his neck twitch again as you tried your best to speak up and make this feel normal again. You took into account his whistling and twitching thing, deciding not to ask him about it since it was so hard to learn what his job was. Your voice sounded dry, “I’m uh- I work at a coffee shop.”

He laughed at your response which made you scoff a little, why was that funny to him? You couldn’t understand why he was the way he was, you just hoped that your patience would reward you by getting your car fixed and getting the hell out of here. You turned away from him, looking at the gas station. It looked run down and abandoned. Sighing, you kept your gaze on the gas station, you were done talking to him.

The air grew still as you felt a creeping sensation crawl up your spine. The sound of rustling and your car's hood slamming down caught your attention, causing you to jump in shock. Your head snapped towards him, a confused look on your face. Before you could even speak and ask why Toby did that, you noticed what he was now doing.

His movements started slow, reaching for the hatchet’s handle on his back, grabbing it and placing it in both hands with a firm grip. You felt your eyes widen as a pathetic noise left your throat as you tried to ask and beg to know what he was doing, staring at him as you felt yourself freeze, trying to stumble away,

“I’m bored, sorry it uh- sorry it had to go this way I guess. It- it was nice knowin’ ya, y/n.”

Toby spoke dryly, shrugging as he grabbed at your shoulder, yanking you closer to him as he raised the hatchet over his head with his other hand before it came swinging down towards you. Finally, a shrill scream ripped from your throat.

Here's the link to that quotev I mentioned also

#writing tag #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #crp #crp x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers #toby rogers x reader #oneshot #creepypasta oneshot #quotev #horror story

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crushedsweets · 1 month ago

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CREEPED VISUAL NOVEL Link, tutorial, extra art, Q&A, some chatter

The CREEPED Prologue is completely free and browser-ready. Gameplay is about 10 minutes. Please read the "tutorial" and notes before playing!

Follow Y/N and their dog, Max, through their grandparents' farm and a mysterious forest filled with...less than fortunate people!

PLAY HERE; works best on PC

This visual novel is powered by GOOGLE SLIDES! It has 0 programming and was created by one person in a little over a month, so please bear with any "bugs" and clunkiness!

TUTORIAL

>Click using mouse/trackpad >Go slowly to not break game >Do not use arrow or space keys

EXTRA NOTES:

>Works best on PC/Browser, I haven't tested the full game on mobile yet >In general, clicking the PNGs on the textbox (Apple, Teddy Bear, Hatchet, etc) will lead you to the right page >If you land on a page that tells you to "go back," that's when you should click the back-arrow key. If your cursor disappears, it doesn't register the click correctly >I recommend moving your cursor periodically to avoid it disappearing and sending you to the wrong page

EXTRA ART

some WIPS and the original sprite-style i was gonna choose LOOOOOOOL

Q&A

Q: Is this an x reader? A: This is a reader-insert, but it's not romantic and I try to keep it as neutral and unidentifiable as possible! Q: What's the plot? A: GENERALLY AND WITHOUT SPOILERS, your dog gets you into trouble and you're just looking to help him!

Q: Who is in the prologue? A: Tim, Brian, Toby, and Kate! More will be added in future chapters.

Q: When will future chapters be posted? A: Not sure! This took me about a month to do, and half was spent over winter break. I will try to get chapter 1 posted before summer, but I am a full-time student, employed, have extracurriculars, etc etc

ok thats all i only remember 4 questions feel free to ask more LMAO

CHATTER(because you know i can talk forever)

ok i just wanted to be able to talk about how the process was with this and how i feel about the results and whatnot...

ive been wanting to make a google slides visual novel since i was like 13 LOL it hit the point where i was repeatedly told i should just learn to code but i was like NOOOOO ITS GOTTA BE GOOGLE SLIDESSSS which is totally stupid but hey. i think that gives it some sort of simple charm that reminds me of being 16 and doing little projects in my room LOL i like working with the easiest tools . my bad

anyway. im just very happy LOL. it's not perfect but i feel like i came full circle in a sense?!?! i've been into creepypasta since i was 9 and it comforted me when things were really hard, and when i was 18 i was going through a really hard time and got back into creepypasta as a way to distract myself. i've always had a habit of throwing myself into fiction for escapism when things suuucked.

i'm 20 now but i've met SO many amazing people, had so many fun awesome exciting projects with friends, created tons of stuff im proud of, felt more motivated to create since i was like 13, have been inspired by so many amazing artists/authors on here, etc. just so so so lucky to find community in such a tight-knit cute fandom that thrives off of creativity and playing around! i hope i can keep the momentum and make a couple more chapters this year, but im kinda busy with school and work...LOL . i'm just excited to have this posted so i can have more discussion about it T_T

anyway thank you if you read this far and thank you if you played etc etc yaahhhhhh omg ok BYE THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING im just so grateful to be in this fandom

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skellophrenia · 3 months ago

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ᝰ🚬 _( ˃` ⩌ ´˂ ) blaa

★ i promise I'll draw more proxies soon i js wanted to draw da freaks first nyahaha

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 anyways who else goes to steal a pack of cigarettes from your local gas station at 1am only to get followed home by some serial killer bc you reminded him of his little gay emo boyfriend he had before he snapped and murdered his family lol crazyyyy ((he doesn't know dolly n ghost are technically the same "person" yet😛))

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noctiva · 27 days ago

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Obsessed with your writing oh my god could you do alternative reader meeting Toby at a concert and they end up fucking in the bathroom

this spoke to me in ways I cannot describe. I had an a similar thought on my idea list so I just had to write this

this might’ve been nastier than you were hoping I’m sorry I got carried away LMAOAOAO

The Afterparty

Toby Rogers x F!Reader [NSFW!]

WC: 9.7k

Summary: You came to this concert for the same reason you always did - to listen to good music, and have a good time. Little did you know, the main event would be long after the show was over.

CW: 18+ content, explicit sexual content, unsafe sex, semi-public sex, exhibitionism lowkey, biting, dry humping, oral sex (female receiving), Toby’s a little shit, lowkey coercion but it’s not that deep, mentions of breeding, creampie, filthy shit, getting fucked in a grimy bathroom, rough handling, dirty talk, salirophilia, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, almost fully clothed sex, big dick toby bc duh

NSFW under the cut! Minors do not interact!

The bathroom you find yourself in is hot and stuffy.

There’s graffiti on the walls, grimy smudges on the mirror you’re gazing at yourself in, and the floors are suspiciously sticky. It’s… Gross, to say the least, but it’s the only place in the damn establishment that had a mirror - and you had just smudged your eyeliner.

It’s a Friday night. The venue you stand in is one that you’ve frequented multiple times now, having the layout practically memorized. Through the door, you can hear the rhythmic thump of drums and bass guitar stemming from the opening band that you knew was on stage right now. It sucked that you were missing it, but you didn’t spend two hours at home making sure your makeup was perfect only to fuck it up before the main act even came on.

Why did you care so much? You weren’t sure. Maybe you had the vain hope that you’d catch one of the band members’s eyes, and they’d invite you backstage after the show. Even better, maybe they’d invite you to their tour bus.

You didn’t think it was an insane fantasy. You looked nice. Sexy, even. Donned in all black with ripped fishnets hugging your plush thighs, the alluring glint of metal from the piercings in your lips and nose, and platforms tall enough to intimidate. A practical concert outfit? Definitely not. But a cute one? Bingo.

You breathe out a soft sigh before wetting your thumb with saliva and using it to wipe away some of the smudged eyeliner marking up your cheekbone. Your eyes were lined in heavy black, as were your lips, hair teased and styled with enough hairspray to suffocate a man.

You take a step back, smoothing out the black pleated skirt that hugged your hips - analyzing your reflection in the mirror. It’s alright, I suppose. You think to yourself, before doing a little turn for good measure, just to make sure nothing about you was array. Only once you were decently satisfied, did you finally step away.

Boots clicking against the bathroom flooring, the soles sticking to the tiles with each step. You grab hold of the door handle and turn it, before stepping back out into the hustle and bustle of the show.

Where you promptly, smack right into someone.

If you weren’t wearing platforms, you probably would’ve just bumped face first into their chest - but because you are a few inches taller than normal right now, you instead end up smacking your nose right off their chin. Hard.

The pain blossoms immediately, and you let out a sharp cry of pain. Your hand flies up to clutch at your (probably about to be bruised) nose, and you can already feel the instinctive tears stinging in the corners of your eyes.

“Fucking hell-“ You hiss out, stumbling back a few steps from the impact. So disoriented, you probably would’ve completely broken your ankle in these boots and fallen straight on your ass, but luckily - the living brick wall you just smacked into reached out to grab your arm and steady you.

“Ah, sh-shit.” You hear him mutter, and when your eyes flick up his face is contorted into a grimace. Expression equal parts shocked and embarrassed. Your vision is blurry, and your nose is throbbing, but you can still make out the sight of him. Fluffy brown hair frizzed up from the humidity in the building, an eccentric looking pair orange goggles nestled within the strands. Dark eyes glinting under the glow of the neon lights coming from the stage. “Are you g-good?”

“I’ve been better.” You mutter, letting out a little groan as you rub your busted nose. You meet his eyes, and frown. “Am I bleeding?”

The man hums softly before leaning forwards a bit to examine you better in the low lighting. Immediately, you’re greeted with the thick scent of cigarettes coming off of him - bordered by the smell of some woodsy cologne. He smelled… Nice. Compared to all of the sweat slick bodies you had come into contact with beforehand.

“N-Nope.” The man answers, then leaning back again and finally releasing your arm from his grip. You hadn’t even noticed he was still holding you up until then. “But y-you’re bruising already.”

His voice is low and soft, raspy and wracked with stutters. It’s… Endearing in a strange way. It almost suits him.

You finally get a good look at him once you blink away your tears, your vision clearing to reveal a view that you wouldn’t soon forget. He stands tall even with your platforms giving you a boost, messy brown curls falling over his dark eyes. Freckles dot his cheeks and wash over the bridge of his nose - which was pierced through quite a few times. A stud in each nostril, along with a septum sitting proudly in the middle.

That wasn’t all of it either. Your eyes catch on the glint of a dermal placed high on his cheekbone, then dropping lower to appreciate the sight of a spiked pair of snakebites adorning his bottom lip.

You almost caught off guard by how entirely your type this man was. It was almost uncanny. Like he had been dropped straight from the heavens just to make your mouth go dry.

After what was probably far too long of just standing there gawking at him, you find your voice again. Clearing your throat awkwardly and crossing your arms over your chest, you finally let the words he spoke last sink into your head properly.

“Great.” You huff. “You know, I came out here to fix my makeup and now I’m gonna go back looking worse than ever.”

“N-Nah.” The man chuckles, his lips stretching into an amused grin. You notice the bandaging on his cheek and don’t comment on it, but you do notice the way it shifts in tandem with the way his face moves. “It’s w-workin’ for ya’. With this whole th-thing you got goin’ on.” He raised a hand to gesture at you lazily, before his eyes are roaming you from head to toe. He either didn’t realize how incredibly obvious he was being, or he didn’t care.

Either way, you were glad the lights were low, because you could feel a heat start rising to your cheeks.

“Well, thanks then, I guess.” You snort, throwing in a little eye roll just for good measure. He was cute, but you had dignity, so you weren’t about to start falling to his feet just because he had the most charming smile you’ve ever seen. Or, because of how the faded black t-shirt he was wearing hugged his torso just right - short sleeves exposing lean, toned arms, littered with scars that only sparked your interest more.

Definitely not because his voice made goosebumps prick up on your arms, even partially drowned out by the drone of guitars in the background. “Listen, I already missed the opener and if I want an even half-decent spot I’ve got to get going now.” He hums softly, and his eyes are still roaming you. Across your face, sweeping down your neck, and stopping at your cleavage a little too unabashedly. God, did he have no shame? “I’ll see you around? Maybe?”

You start to take a few steps away, slowly wedging open an exit from this impromptu conversation. You didn’t really want to, would much rather ogle at this fine stranger for a few minutes more, but you didn’t buy a ticket to this show just to drool over boys that simultaneously looked like deep trouble but also an incredibly good time. You bought it to listen to music. So, that’s what you’ll do.

The man gives you a nod as his eyes finally flick up to somewhere more appropriate - your eyes. And he’s looking at you like he’s trying to stare into your fucking soul, so you’re immediately shrinking back even more. There was something about him. Something off. He was charismatic, but in a way that almost felt sinister. Like it wasn’t natural. Manufactured. Purposefully trying to pull you in.

(It was working).

“H-Hopefully.” He smiles down at you, reaching a hand up to adjust the goggles nestled within his messy hair. Such a strange accessory, even for here, but it worked for him somehow. Catered to the uncanny, yet captivating aura he was shrouded in. “I-I’m Toby, in case y-you wanna find me again.” That sweet smile widens into a sly grin, revealing sharp toothy canines that make your heart jump. “Which, I’m th-thinkin’ you might.”

Oh, and he’s cocky too. Great.

“Don’t count on it.” You snort, walking backwards away from him now - growing the distance though it felt like a chore. “Bashing my nose in isn’t exactly the best first impression.”

You turn on your heel, then you’re walking back out into the crowd.

“B-But it’s memorable, right?” You hear Toby call after you, and you’re glad he can’t see your face now, because the smile that stretches across your face is something you can’t fight. Like a parasite, he wriggled his way into your brain after only a few moments of contact. Finding it hard to steer your thoughts away from him even as you wedge your way through a sea of bodies smushed together.

It was the way he had looked at you. Appreciative, but with such a heavy gaze it made your skin crawl. It was that stupid grin of his, and how each piercing lodged in his skin suited him so well it was almost annoying. It was how he talked to you, so smooth you barely even noticed the stutters. Like he had done this a million times before.

Like he knew he had gotten you good.

Maybe you had just been far too obvious. You hadn’t exactly been subtle in the way your eyes raked over him, noting and cataloging every little thing that made him a delicious sight. But god, he didn’t need to be so arrogant about it.

If only that was as much of a turn off as you wanted it to be. But, if anything, the smugness just made your blood burn hotter.

Whatever, though. Whatever. That’s not why you’re here, and you’ll probably never see him again. The crowd you were shoving through was dense - people packed together like sardines as you attempt to wiggle your way as close to the stage as possible. You had gotten here late, so you definitely weren’t getting barricade, but you knew your way around a concert well enough to at least get a decent view.

It’s hot and stuffy. Hot, slick bodies rubbing against yours each time you wriggled past another person. Your choice of attire wasn’t making it easy either, and in your head you’re apologizing to any poor souls that might’ve gotten their toes wedged under your boot.

By the time that you’re too tired to keep pushing, you’ve found an alright spot. Claustrophobic, definitely, but you didn’t think there was a single area in this venue that wasn’t right now. You got a good view of the stage, and there wasn’t some obnoxiously tall guy standing in front of you and blocking your view - so you were happy. Happy enough that you can feel that familiar concert excitement thrumming through your veins, easily blocking out thoughts of the strange man you had encountered by the bathroom.

What did he say his name was? Tony? You supposed it didn’t matter. Especially not when the stage lights came bursting to life again as the headliner started walking on stage - instruments in hand.

This is what you came here for. Cute boys be damned.

And you lose yourself in it easily. Smiling as the vibrations from the speakers make your limbs feels gooey, swaying your hips and raising your arms up high. You sing (more so scream) along to the lyrics you knew by heart until your throat went raw. Your hair getting messier and messier with each enthusiastic nod of your head.

It was a situation you had seen time and time before, but it never got old. Never stopped making you feel alive.

Your excitement only crests as the set goes on, the band blessing you with each and every one of your favourite songs. You’re giddy, buzzing, absolutely high on life. So much so, that you don’t realize you’re straying a little too far out of your personal bubble until you step back and feel the crunch of someone’s toes under your heel.

And your head might be in the clouds, but not enough to not be aware of how much that must’ve fucking hurt.

So, you twist your body around, moving as much as you can though there’s a body on every side of you - hoping to offer up a sincere apology to whoever you’ve just flattened the foot of.

But the moment you’re turning around, what comes out is something a lot different.

“Are you following me?” Because it’s Toby. Toby standing right behind you, like he had tracked you down through the sea of people - finding you in the mix like plucking a needle out of a haystack. You suppose it’s not insane to say that he just ended up there because the crowd moved him in the exact way it had moved you, but come on. This was way too much of a coincidence.

“Huh?” Toby shouts back to you over the music, leaning down close and cupping his ear with his hand to try and hear you better. There’s not even a hint of pain on his face, despite the fact that you had definitely just stomped on his toes. Unless it wasn’t him? You theme a quick look around, and no one else looks fazed either. God, this was strange.

You let out a huff before twisting your body to lean into him, your cheek brushing his hand as you speak right into his ear.

“I said, are you following me?” You repeat, to which Toby lets out an amused snort of laughter.

“F-Following you?” He snickers. “You’re the o-one who keeps b-bumpin’ into me.” You can just barely hear him over the music, but the cheekiness in his tone is still evident. “T-Told ya’ that you’d c-come find me again.”

“Not on purpose.” You snap back, eyes narrowed despite the flutter you feel in your gut. He’s so effortlessly magnetic, pulling you closer with just the heat in his eyes. The grin on his face makes him look like he thinks he’s just playing a game, but the weight of his gaze says otherwise. He wants something from you, and you know it.

And maybe you’re only annoyed because of how easily your body is caving in to the desire to give him whatever he wanted.

You didn’t know this man. The only information you had about him was his name. You’ve never been one for quick and easy hookups, but somethings telling you to try it with him.

Somethings making you so sure he’d make it worth it.

“What’cha ss-so mad for?” Toby leans down low to speak right next to your ear - for convenience sake, because of how loud it was around you - but the feeling of his breath fanning against made you feel so hot. The scent of him was circling around your head like a halo, the softness of his curls tickling your cheek due to the close proximity. “Y-You just crushed m-my toes. P-Pretty sure we’re even now.”

If Toby had to be honest, he had followed you. Trailed the sight of you through the crowd until he found you right in front of him again - hips swaying to the beat, sweat beading up on your neck from exertion. Could you blame him? You were easily the most beautiful woman in this entire damn building. Such a sweet face, but the attire hugged your body gave you bite. Not to mention, that little attitude of yours.

He was hooked, completely and utterly hooked. And if things went his way, he’d hopefully have his craving satiated by the end of the night. Kiss the lipstick off of your lips. Rip those tempting fishnets more than they already were.

Feel you. Really feel you. Even closer than you were now. Wanted to make you his, even if it was just for the night.

(He’d bet that you’d let him.)

He just had to have you. His thoughts were saturated with idea of what it would be like. He was sure you could tell, the desire was practically emanating off of him.

He was also sure, that you wanted him just as badly. He had seen the way you looked at him, almost awestruck in the way your eyes drank him in. You were just playing hard to get. All you needed was a little push, and he wasn’t afraid to get bold. “W-What’re you doing a-after the show?”

The question sends a bolt of excitement down your spine. He was so blunt. Not an ounce of shyness or shame in his body. It was a fact that made goosebumps rise on your arms. You don’t think you’ve ever been faced with a force like Toby, so unapologetic, drawing you in closer and closer until you were falling right at his feet. You were trying to stay rational, stay focused, but you could barely even hear the music playing around you anymore. Like you were submerged underwater; every sound that wasn’t his voice sounded far away and foggy.

“Nothing.” You speak back to him, the forced proximity making you sweat. You had no choice but to be nearly pressed right up to him, able to feel his heat sinking into your bones. “Why?”

You hear him chuckle in your ear, a low rumble that makes your brain feel fuzzy. He leans in a little closer, just to nose at your jaw softly before pulling back.

But not before saying;

“Y-You know why.” He doesn’t elaborate further. He doesn’t need to, and you’re left hanging in the balance as he gazes down at you with a well pleased smile on his face.

And so, he leaves it up to you. The choice of whether or not to play right into the cards he’s dealt. At this point, with your head already flooded with images of just what he’s got planned for you, it’s an easy decision. You want him, bad. Had from the first second you laid eyes on him.

You knew for a fact, that if you passed up on this, you’d be kicking yourself for years to come.

So, you don’t say anything. Instead, turning back around with a look in your eyes that told the whole story. If it didn’t, then the way you were leaning back into him definitely did.

Back pressed against his chest, a hand trailing down his arm before it came to circle around his wrist - locking him in place. No space between you now, just sweat and heat, the curve of your ass pressing against him and making him let out a hiss through his teeth.

If Toby wasn’t focused on the show before, he definitely wasn’t now. Instead he presses his face into the crook of your neck from behind and breathes in deep. You smelled like vanilla. So sweet and smooth. And when his you guide his hand to your hip and let him give a little squeeze, he finds that you’re just as soft as he’d thought you’d be.

If he had it his way, he’d just fuck you right here and now. Flip up that way too short skirt of yours, and tug your panties to the side. It was so claustrophobic, and the whole crowd was focused on the act on stage, he doubted anyone would really notice. You wouldn’t even have to be that quiet. The music would drown you out.

So tempting. So tempting that his free hand has a mind of its own, already slipping under the hem of your skirt to feel all the plush flesh hidden from him.

“Toby-“ You lean your head back to rest on his shoulder and peer up at him, your heart thudding wildly in your chest. You could just feel him getting harder behind you, the outline of his clothed cock pressed right up against you. You could tell he was big, and immediately butterflies are erupting in your stomach because of it. Of course he would be, with an attitude like that. “Be patient.”

“Th-That’s not a virtue I’m w-well versed in.” He murmurs back to you. His nose drags against your neck before he finds your ear, catching the lobe between his teeth and giving a soft nip. “B-But don’t worry, I’ll be nice.” His breath fans against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I-I’ll fuck you in the b-bathroom, like a gentleman.”

You can’t help but let out an amused snort at his words, but the prospect does send a bolt of heat right between your thighs. Would you really go through with it? Let him have you in that grimy ass bathroom you were in not too long ago?

Beneath your skirt, he tugs at your fishnets, before releasing them so that they hit your skin with a snap. His grip on your waist tightens, then he’s pulling you back to subtly grind against him.

Yeah. You would.

You don’t think a concert has ever gone by faster for you. It’s a blur of loud music, and even louder breathing in your ear. Toby’s greedy hands wandering, getting more risky by the minute. Under your skirt, slipping between your thighs to graze against the material of your panties. Trailing upwards to tangle in your hair; cupping the back of your neck with a dizzying pressure.

By the time the last chord sounds out in the air, he’s got you dripping for it.

It’s how dirty it is. The risk. Wedged between hundreds of bodies that would notice the depravity going on if they looked away from the stage for just a second. Your thighs trembling, skin hot as he leaned in close to whisper dirty promises in your ear.

‘B-Bet this pussy tastes ss-so sweet.’

‘Gonna m-make you scream. Whole b-buildings g-gonna know who’s fucking you.’

‘I-If you thought your makeup was f-fucked up before…’

You don’t even waste time shouting for an encore. The moment the stage lights go out, you’re moving. With a hand still grasping his wrist you tug him through the crowd with a dizzying speed - weaving through all the people with more efficiency than you’ve ever managed before. You can hear him behind you, letting out amused little huffs of laughter and you can only imagine the shit eating grin on his face.

But you don’t care. You could not give less of a shit how desperate you looked right now, because that’s exactly what you were. Desperate, burning up, with an ache between your legs that could only be relieved by the man you were tugging along behind you.

Your panties were far past uncomfortable. The material soaked through and clinging to your folds, your pussy throbbing within the confines of them. Considering Toby had spent the last half hour riling you up to a maddening degree, you think that your urgency is completely warranted.

You reach the bathroom in record time, and then you’re shoving him through the door, completely ignoring the odd glances you get from some of the other patrons. Nothing else matters right now. You need his skin on yours. Properly.

“Ss-so eager.” Toby snickers as you press him up against the door once it’s shut behind the two of you, his hands immediately circling your waist and pulling you right to him. “I like th-that. It’s c-cute.” The lights in the bathroom are fluorescent, casting him in a neon green glow as he gazes down at you. He looks predatory. You’re more than happy to be prey.

“You’ve done enough talking.” You breathe out. Then, you’re shaking your arms around his neck and tugging him down towards you. Not wanting another word to be exchanged before you get your lips on his.

It’s a heated, messy, and desperate kiss. More so trying to consume one another rather than slot your lips together properly.

He’s all teeth and tongue. Nipping at your bottom lip and tugging it. Sinking his teeth in hard enough to make you gasp. Licking into your mouth with an undying fervour, his fingers clawing at your hips to try and pull you impossibly closer. You taste divine. Sweeter than sugar, just as addictive as he knew you’d be.

He knows your lipstick is probably smearing across his skin, he can taste it, but it’s the least of his worries. Especially now that you’ve started letting out the most beautiful noises, which he swallows up eagerly.

His cock had been straining against his jeans for a while now, but it’s more awake than ever as your hands snake into his hair. Tugging and scratching his scalp with those pretty painted nails of yours. His hands, wander down low. Finding a home splayed against your ass once more, this time grasping at the flesh with all the intensity he had been holding back before hand. Groping it almost harshly, kneading it in his palms as he groaned into your mouth.

“Need t-to be inside you.” He gasps against your lips, tugging you close so that you could feel just how worked up he was. Rock hard and throbbing against your stomach. The combination of his actions and words gets you even wetter. “G-God, I wanna fuckin’ r-ruin you.”

He barely gives you any time to respond, pushing himself off of the door the moment the last word leaves his lips. Then, he’s backing you up - lips on your neck the whole time he guides you into a bathroom stall. He kicks the door open with his foot and promptly nudges you inside.

And now you’re the one pinned. His hands slip under your thighs and haul you up into his arms before pressing you against the stall door. A motion that makes you let out a little squeak of surprise. His fingers dig into your skin, and then he’s back to attacking your neck again - nipping, biting, and licking every inch of skin he could get his mouth on. Rutting up against you all the while.

With your legs wrapped around his waist, you can really feel him now. The hardness of his clothed cock slotting between your thighs, dragging against your dampened core so deliciously. You try to stifle a moan by tugging at your bottom lip, but it comes spilling out anyway when his teeth sink into your shoulder. It’s just so much, so overwhelming that your body barely knows how to respond to it.

The bulge in his jeans bucking up against you so desperately, you’re half convinced he’s trying to fuck you through your clothes. The sting of his teeth scraping against your skin. His hands bearing an intensity that made your knees weak every time he touched you.

His breath against your skin, his husky groans in your ear.

It felt like he was suffocating you with his presence, and it was intoxicating.

“T-Toby-“ You gasp out right as the head of his cock presses against your clit, blooming a wave of heat that washed over your entire body. “C’mon. Give it to me.” Your hands are getting just as greedy, clawing at his shirt - feeling the shape of his muscles through the thin material. You can tell he’s built. No wonder he’s got you held up so effortlessly.

“What-“ Toby’s panting against your neck, his grip on you nearing a bruising degree. “Whatever h-happened to patience?” He murmurs, voice strained and husky. And it’s laughable that he’s even trying to play that card right now, with how he’s falling to pieces just from a little dry humping.

But, to be fair, so were you. You don’t think you’ve ever been more turned on in your life; cunt throbbing, thighs tingling, a hoard of butterflies fluttering around in your gut. You’d be surprised if you weren’t staining the front of his jeans with your slick right now.

He couldn’t feel it, due to the thickness of the material separating the two of you, but he could fucking smell it. The arousal emanating off of your pliant body, your pussy practically begging for him to sink into its wetness.

And he would, in due time.

“Don’t be a cunt.” You groan out of frustration, now moving your hips back against his to chase more of that delicious feeling. If you really had to, you could cum like this, you knew you could. The drag of his length against your throbbing core was teetering on the line between perfect, and not enough. But, it was just getting better by the minute.

The friction of his jeans against your panties, practically rubbing your cunt raw. No let up, just one buck of his hips after another, pressing against your desperate heat. He had you quivering already, thighs trembling as his nails dug into them.

Your snippy words though, give him pause. Much to your dismay, his movements halt, and then he’s pulling away from your neck to stare down at you with a look that makes you shrink backwards. He raises an eyebrow, eyes glinting with something dangerous, but just when you think you’re in trouble - he’s breaking into an amused grin.

“You’re luh-lucky I like ‘em f-feisty.” He chuckles lowly. His skin is flushed pink, hair all frizzed up and tangled from you frantically tugging at it. Even the lenses of his goggles had begun to fog up, giving visual proof of just how much heat has generated between the two of you. “I kn-knew you’d be fun.”

Then, he’s setting you back onto the ground - your knees nearly buckling once your feet come in contact with the floor once more. He keeps you steady with his hands on your hips though, but only for a few moments.

Because next, he’s spinning you around; pressing your front flush against the stall door. You gasp at the change in position, fingers searching for purchase but finding no such thing against the slippery smooth surface you’re sandwiched against.

If you weren’t literally melting in his hands right now, you might’ve complained about him smushing your face against an undoubtedly germ ridden surface. But, you don’t have a lot of time to think about it, because in the next coming moments you feel your skirt bring flipped up.

You knew it was coming, but the feeling of being exposed still made you squirm - your knees pressing together in embarrassment, as if that would shield you at all. Toby though, is nothing but appreciative, letting out a low growl as he rubs his palm against your ass cheek.

Then, unable to help himself, he gives it a light smack.

You let out a yelp of surprise that you quickly stifle, finger curling into fists against the door. It was a light hit, but the sting still persisted, just further emboldening the ache between your legs. “L-Look at that..” You hear him murmur from behind you, and you don’t have to crane your head back to know what he’s talking about.

The sight of the fat of your ass rippling on impact made his already aching cock throb. Absolutely mesermized by the sight of it, presented to him so beautifully in those soft fishnets. He does it one more time, landing a blow against the other cheek, before letting out a deep groan and sinking his fingers back into the soft flesh. “SS-So fuckin’ hot.” He mutters under his breath. “I’m g-gonna keep you like this, so you b-better get comfy.”

You’d try. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable position. Sliding against the grimy stall door, back arched to a degree that made your hips ache. Legs trembling from the strain of keeping balanced in your boots. But then, you feel his fingers hook into the gaps of your fishnets, and your attention is directed elsewhere.

In the otherwise quiet bathroom, the sound of him ripping your tights open is loud. It rings in your ears, making your eyes widen as he exposes you completely. Tearing open a hole in your fishnets for him to slot himself into. “Th-That’s better.” He murmurs softly. “Hope you d-didn’t like these too much.”

He’s lucky you didn’t. But even if you did, you probably still would’ve let him do what he just did. He was a feral ball of desire, acting purely on impulse and need - and it was mouthwatering. Humiliating too, but that was a thought that was buried deep in the back of your mind.

Right now, all that mattered was his touch. His rough, calloused hands groping your flesh like you were putty for him to mould.

Next, his fingers hook under the waistband of the pretty black panties just barely covering your cunt, and he tugs them down in one swift motion. Not all the way off, that would be too much of a hassle, just enough to expose you in all of your sopping wet glory. “So w-wet.”

And then, he’s sinking downwards. He takes a seat on the closed lid of the toilet behind you. In your boots, you’re the perfect height - your pussy practically directly in his face once he gets comfortable. Immediately, he feels drool pool in his mouth, wetting his bandage from the inside. Because fuck, what a glorious sight.

Glistening with slick, all puffy and swollen from him grinding the roughness of his jeans against you. He can see it throb. Your cunt pulsing to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

“Toby-“ You whine softly, brows pinching together in a mixture of both frustration and embarrassment. You can’t take the weight of his eyes on you so directly. It makes your stomach twist into a knot.

“I know, I-I know.” Toby murmurs from behind you, before reaching forwards and grabbing at your ass again. Pulling the cheeks apart, exposing your dripping cunt even more. Fuck, you looked tight. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock in. “I w-wanna taste first. You g-gonna let me?”

Well, of course. You felt as if you may just combust if you don’t get any form of stimulation.

“Y-Yes, please.” You’re whimpering out, breath fogging up the surface your face is pressed pressed against. Almost pathetically, you nudge your hips backwards, and Toby has to bite back a moan at the desperate display.

“Such a ss-slut.” He leans forwards, and you can feel his breath brush against you. “Just how I l-like ‘em.”

After that, he gives no further warning before diving straight in. Tongue flat against your cunt, lapping up every drop of slick you were leaking out for him. And he moans, a deep groan right against you that rumbles through your core. Because you just taste so fucking good. So good it makes it head spin. Even sweeter than the saliva he had swallowed down when his tongue slid against yours.

You were hands down, the most delicious thing he had laid his mouth on. He had a hunch you would be, but the reality of it was something else entirely. The taste of your pussy made his mind go blank, arousal sparking down his spine as his tongue swiped between your folds. Finding your clit easily, rubbing against it in a way that made you squirm.

He had you shaking already, thighs trembling as your body started slipping against the stall door - falling into an arch that Toby would’ve definitely raved over if his face wasn’t buried in your cunt. That was exactly where he wanted to be though. Lapping at your heat, slurping up all the decedent slick that just kept gushing out of you.

You were so sensitive. Practically sobbing against the stall door, unable to bite back the moans that Toby was pulling out of you. Your nails claw at the door, scratching at the already chipping paint as you try and search for a way to ground yourself. It’s fruitless though, because he wanted you to be a mess, and he was too damn good at fulfilling that goal. “SS-Such a good fuckin’ pussy.” He slurs against you, before slipping his tongue past the tightness of your entrance.

Your knees nearly buckle. The only thing really keeping you upright being Toby’s hands as he licked into you, sliding his tongue against your quivering walls. A mixture of his saliva and your wetness was dripping down his chin, but the filthiness was just adding to the appeal. You were practically melting for him. Soaking his face with your sweet, sweet slick as his tongue thrust into you.

He tugs you back, pressing his tongue in deeper, and you see stars. Toby was eating you out like it was his fucking job. Giving you absolute no break, his tongue flicking in deep enough to reach your gspot. Every so often, he’d relent, only just to suction his lips around your clit.

So, was it really a surprise that you were coming undone almost embarrassingly quickly?

“T-Toby-“ You choke out, brows pinching together as your pleasure crests. Your whole body has reached a fever pitch, sweat beading up on your brow. And your hips have a mind of their own, pathetically bucking back against him, practically shoving your pussy into his face with each toe-curling swipe of his tongue. “Don’t stop- fuck- don’t stop.”

He wasn’t planning on it, and so he listens. Savouring the sweetness of your cunt on his tastebuds until you’re crumbling apart, using his grip on your hips to keep you upright even when your legs go weak.

The taste of your release, is even sweeter. He laps it up eagerly, licking you clean as you tremble through your orgasm - mouth hung open in absolute ecstasy. “A-Alright.” He murmurs against you. “Th-Think you’re ready to take m-my cock now?”

Yes. No. Maybe? You didn’t fucking know. You were still so fucked out and sensitive from your release that even just the lightest brush against your pussy has your hips bucking. But, fuck. You thought back to the feeling of his clothed cock pressing against you, and you knew you wanted it. Needed it. He’d stretch you out just right, and you didn’t even need to see it to know that.

“Please, Toby.” You breathe out in a gasping breath, still trying to regain your composure as he slowly stands up behind you.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, barely cleaning himself up but making the effort anyway. Then, his hands go to the buckle of his belt.

“Oh, n-now you’ve got manners.” He snorts, the clink of his belt buckle coming undone making goosebumps rise on the back of your neck - sparking up a chill that goes down your spine. “J-Just had to treat this p-pretty pussy nice and you get so ss-sweet for me.”

His belt comes loose, and the button and zipper of his jeans come undone in quick succession. If he was impatient before, he was fucking starving for it now; unable to take the throbbing ache in his pants any longer. He tugs down his jeans and boxers just below his hips, enough to free his cock and let it slap against your ass. “B-Bet you’ll get even sweeter o-once I actually fuck you.” You can’t help the moan that slips from your lips when he nudges his hips forwards, grinding his length against your heat from behind.

And it feels so good, but you still have a tiny shred of rationality left.

“Y-You got a condom?” You manage to choke out, craning your neck to try and glance at him over your shoulder. Toby doesn’t let you, bringing a hand up to press against the side of your head - using it to smush your face back against the stall door.

“Nope.” He snickers, his other hand coming to grasp your hip roughly. “D-Didn’t come here planning t-to fuck some chick in the b-bathroom.” You feel the head of his cock notch on your entrance for a second, and your heart skips a beat. “B-But don’t worry. I’m c-clean.”

You were going to choose to believe him, for your sake. But, that was only half of the worry, really.

“If you cum in me, I’ll kill you.” You warn, but the words don’t come out as intimidating as you want them to. They leave your mouth strained and breathless, because the feeling of his bare cock slipping against your folds was reigniting the heat between your legs.

“Th-That’d be so fuckin’ worth it.” He huffs out a laugh, and if he didn’t have your face sandwiched between his palm and the door, you would’ve cut him a glare. “But I’ll puh-play nice. Wanted to cum a-all over this sweet ass anyway.”

That brings a small sense of relief, but you’re tensing up all over again when you feel the head of his cock prod at entrance. “S-Stay relaxed for me, a-alright?” He curls his body over yours to murmur in your ear, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your hipbone. “G-Gonna make you feel s-so good.”

You feel his lips on your ear, giving soft wet kisses. Then they’re trailing down your neck. Once he reaches your shoulder, you feel him start to push in.

And you had been right. You hadn’t actually seen his cock (bummer!) but you were correct to guess that he was packing. The stretch immediately has your jaw going slack, knees wobbling as he slowly sinks in deeper and deeper. Bigger than anyone you’ve had before, that’s for sure, and even him loosening you up with his tongue first wasn’t helping much.

He’s got you clawing at the door, ripping old crusty paint from it as you scramble to find purchase somewhere. When you can’t, one of your hands flies backwards to curl around his wrist. “I know baby, I-I know.” Toby murmurs to you softly as he laves over your shoulder with his tongue in attempts to soothe you. He gently rocks his hips forwards, slowly sinking in more and more - a shudder going down his spine at the feeling of your tight heat wrapping around him like a vice.

And he was only halfway in. He wouldn’t tell you that though. “You c-can take it.” With each nudge of his hips he’s slipping in further, and it gets to a point where you have to grit your teeth - eyebrows pinching together in a mixture of pain and pleasure. You’re practically coated in sweat now, slipping against the surface Toby’s got you pinned against as you try to stay stable. But you knew that if he wasn’t holding you up, your legs probably would’ve given out by now.

He’s just got you stuffed so full you’d swear you could taste him. You could feel him in your fucking guts; carving open a path for himself with his thick cock, nibbling and sucking at your shoulder all the while.

When his hips finally meet yours, it’s euphoric for both parties. Toby’s head drops down, resting on your shoulder as he pants against your skin. Fuck, you were tight. Like your cunt was trying to strangle his dick.

With one hand digging into the soft flesh of your hips, and the other one curling into your hair, he has to take a moment to really focus on not shooting his load right there. He knew you’d probably rip his head off if he did, but Christ it was like your pussy was crying for it; gushing slick that was dripping around the base of his length, pulsing around him like it was trying to coax out his release. “You’re ss-so fuckin’ tight-“ He grits out, breathing out hot huffs of breath against your skin.

“It’s- ah!” He nudges forwards, somehow getting even deeper. “It’s been awhile.” You force out, your expression wrinkling as the pain starts to subside for a pleasure that makes your mouth water.

“Yeah?” Toby draws his hips back just a couple inches, testing the waters as he starts slowly rocking into your heat. And it’s good. Too fucking good. This might not end up just being a one time thing, he knows he’s going to be dreaming about this sweet cunt. “A-And you’re giving it t-to me?”

Slow, shallow rocks of his hips make your vision go hazy. His cock dragging against your walls deliciously, nudging up against your gspot with each press in. He was being gentle, getting you used to it, and yet you’re already struggling to breathe. You can hear your pulse in your ears, every single nerve in your body seemingly set alight each time his hips met yours. “I f-feel special.”

“Don’t-“ You choke out a moan against the door when he pulls out more, slipping his entire length back in this time in a movement that makes your breath leave your lungs. “D-Don’t get cocky.”

Toby lets out a soft huff of laughter. Still not picking up the pace, just rolling in deeper. Getting his whole cock buried in the gush of your leaking cunt on each press in.

It was an intoxicating sight. That soft, supple flesh, rippling each time his hips connected with yours. Fishnets ripped open to reveal your glorious cunt, which just kept swallowing him up to the base on every single stroke. Sucking him back in every time he pulled out. So tight it made him feel dizzy. “It’s a l-little hard not to be r-right now.”

And you’re about to try and make a snide comment in response, but your throat is quickly closing up.

Because you just heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.

You can hear the chatter of two girls that had definitely just come from the show, giggling to themselves as they gather around the mirror to look at the damage their makeup went through.

And you know that you’re hidden away in a stall, but it still wasn’t exactly discreet. Just once glance under the stall and you’d find two pairs of feet standing suspiciously close to one another - one of which, visibly trembling.

Your eyes blow wide immediately, a mixture of panic and being absolutely mortified.

Toby though, doesn’t seem as fazed.

The hand that had been pressing against your head slips down lower, covering your mouth with his palm. “B-Better keep quiet.” He murmurs low in your ear, quiet enough to be drowned out by the chatter of the girls just a door away. “Unless y-you want them to know h-how much of a whore you are:”

Then, he’s back to moving. Even slower and smoother than before, pressing into you at a pace so agonizingly languid that you almost find yourself pressing your hips back to get more. Sliding into you with enough cautiousness that his belt buckle doesn’t even jingle - which you appreciate, but it’s also agonizing.

You’re breathing raggedly through your nose, unable to even part your lips because of the pressure his palm is holding against your mouth. And he’s rutting into you, over and over, not a care in the world that the bathroom wasn’t nearly as private as it had once been.

If you thought you were humiliated before, this was taking the cake. Teeth gritted each time his length stretched you open, whole body tense as you try and hold back even the smallest noise. But, fate isn’t on your side, because you’re already feeling that familiar heat start to build again.

Getting hotter and hotter with each buck of his hips, your cunt getting tighter and tighter around him as you struggle to hold it back. “O-Oh, bad timing.” Toby chuckles softly in your ear, but makes no effort to make things easier for you.

Instead, he starts pulling you back so that he can sink in deeper. Nudging against your gspot with a pressure that was making you see stars. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the hand gripping your hip slips down your front - sliding between your thighs to find your clit.

Oh, he was trying to kill you.

It only takes a couple tight circles against the swollen nub before you’re crumbling. Practically convulsing beneath him, drool wetting the palm of his hand as you gasp raggedly through your nose. This time, your legs really do give out, but Toby keeps you held up effortlessly - still pounding away at you cunt like he owned it.

Your vision is swimming, ears ringing, your walls spasming around his cock as your head spins.

You’re so out of it, you barely hear it when the bathroom door opens again, and the chatter starts to fade away. “F-Fuckin’ finally.” You hear Toby groan, before he’s picking up the pace at long last.

Snapping his hips into yours, slamming his length into your quivering cunt with a ferocity he had long been holding back. The buckle of his belt jingles with each thrust in, but you can barely hear it. You’re too busy melting.

He was fucking you with an intensity you’ve never encountered before, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the bathroom. If anyone else walked in, you were sure they’d quickly be turning on their heel. Because the air was flooded with the filthiest noises possible; Toby’s husky grunts and groans, the smack of his hips connecting with yours, and all the breathy whimpers and moans that were spilling out of you once his hand slipped away from your mouth.

You were long past caring now though. Too drunk on his cock to be embarrassed about any of this. Especially when he’s gripping at your hips with both hands, fingernails biting into the flesh, tugging you back to meet each brutal thrust. “S-Such a good pussy.” He’s panting in your ear, voice strained and ragged. Still fucking up into you like he’d die if he ever stopped. “Y-You sure I can’t c-cum in you?” He’s mumbling against your ear next, nuzzling into your hair. “I-I’ll buy you th-the pill.”

Convincing argument. So much so that you almost just cave. Almost.

But, you’d hang onto that last shred of your dignity even if it killed you.

“N-No-“ You’re whining out, almost too pathetically to take seriously. You definitely don’t look like a convincing sight, with the way you’re drooling against the door with each snap of his hips. “Y-You can’t-“

“I c-can’t?” Toby chuckles. “I t-totally can.”

Such an asshole. If he wasn’t currently giving you the best lay of your life, you’d probably smack him.

“Toby-“ You warn, managing to crane your head back to finally look at him. He’s not looking at you though - well, not your face - his eyes are locked in on the sight of his cock disappearing into you. Breathing getting heavier and heavier every time he buried himself to the hilt.

And he looked damn gorgeous. All slick with sweat and flushed pink on his cheeks. His eyes half-lidded and hazy, the muscles in his arms flexing every time he tugged your hips back. When his gaze finally flits up to meet yours, you’re even more convinced.

Because he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that exists to him, pupils blown out with arousal. It had your already spiked hormones going crazy. And suddenly, the desire to have his cum flood your cunt is stronger than ever. To let him mark you from the inside out. Let him make you his.

It’s a horrible idea. You know it is. But Toby looks like a god amongst men as his hips snap into yours, lips parted and glistening with saliva. “O-Okay.” You find yourself choking out, knees wobbling as your body goes even more pliant in his hold. You were barely even standing anymore, more so just wedged between his body and the wall. “You can.”

Nail in the coffin. Just because the sight of him made your mouth go dry. Was that pretty privilege?

“Y-Yeah?” Toby eyes gain a feral sheen once he’s looking back up to you once more, a stupidly smug grin on his face. “Gonna let m-me b-breed this tight l-little cunt?” His hips somehow move even faster, practically punching the moans out of you now with each rough thrust. “I-I’ll get you fuckin’ dripping with it.”

It’s embarrassing how much those words turn you on more. Even more embarrassing that you’re sure he can feel it; how your pussy tightens up around him once his voice reaches your ears.

Leaning back forwards, his lips and teeth are everywhere. Adding to the marks already littering your shoulder, scraping up your neck, nipping at your jaw before he’s tugging at your earlobe with his canines. The sound of his panted breathing in your ear is just getting you hotter, all those gravelly moans he’s letting out going straight to your leaking cunt. “SS-So fuckin’ good- God-“

Then, his hand is slipping back to your already overly sensitive clit - rubbing quick, tight circles that rip a cry from your lungs. “G-Give me one m-more.” He huffs out. “O-One more, and I’ll fill you up.”

You don’t think you could deny him even if you tried. Your nerves were going on overdrive, so sensitive that the feeling of his fingers spring tears to your eyes. Not to mention, how he was still ruthlessly pounding against your gspot. You don’t think a single woman in the world would be able to hold back.

And so you don’t. And this one, nearly fucking knocks you out from the intensity. Your eyes roll back as your pleasure crests for the third time, toes curling within the confines on your boots as stars dance behind your eyelids. Your walls convulse around him, sucking him in so tight he couldn’t have pulled out even if he wanted to. “Hah, fuck-“ Toby pants in your ear, his grip on your hips bruising as his thrusts begin to stutter.

He fucks you through your release until you’re trembling like a leaf, then with one brutal thrust back into you - he’s coming undone right after.

You feel it as the warmth of his cum gushes into you, flooring your cunt with his hot sticky load. It gushes out around his cock as he fucks it into you with languid thrusts, his breathing hot and heavy against your ear - littered with strained groans that make your whole body tingle. “F-Fuck, that’s good-“ He huffs out.

The grips on your hips loosens, before his hands are roaming your body. Sliding up your torso, tracing your curves with his calloused palms as he lets out a well satisfied hum. You feel his release drip down your thighs, staining your tights and surely pooling on the ground below you.

Toby nuzzles into your hair, trying to steady his breathing as he taking in a deep inhale of your scent. Still so sweet, but tainted now by the musk of sweat and sex. All his doing. He can’t help but feel proud.

After he finally seems to find his bearings, he pulls out - to which the rest of his spend comes gushing out after, making your brows wrinkle together at the feeling. But then, he’s spinning you back around, finally getting a good look at your face for the first time since he pinned you down.

And you look so gorgeous. All fucked out and messy, makeup smeared and mascara running, lips red and swollen from how you had bitten them raw. Yeah. This isn’t just going to be a one time thing. So he says; “Th-This pussy’s mine now, r-right?”

His hands are back on your waist again as you raise an eyebrow at him, thumbs rubbing against your soft skin.

“Thought I told you not to get cocky.” You murmur back to him, voice hoarse and raspy. A quality that makes Toby’s lips twitch into a little smirk.

“And I-I thought I told you that it’s ha-hard not to.”He chuckles softly, before leaning down to nose at your jaw. “What d-do you say though? I-I’ll treat you e-even better next time.” He places a soft, wet kiss against your skin. “G-Got a twin sized bed at home w-with your n-name on it.”

“W-Wow, a twin.” You snort, though you do raise a hand to cup the back of his head as he nuzzles into you. “Fancy guy, huh?”

“W-What can I say?” He hums against you, and you can’t see it, but you can feel his lips curl into a grin against you. “I know h-how to impress a g-girl.” Then he’s lifting his head back up to gaze down at you. “So? I-Is that a yes, then?”

And though it was absolutely not what you had expected when you walked through the venue doors earlier, you find that offer being incredibly tempting. But then again, everything about him was.

Besides, he still owed you that morning after pill.

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hi lol

I stg I always get carried away writing I tired to not this one as much of a beast and yet we’re STILL at nearly 10k words

I’m am bestowed with the curse of yapping too much

but as always thank you for reading!!

#toby rogers #crp #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #ticci toby x female reader #ticci toby smut #toby rogers x reader #toby rogers smut #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta smut

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xxsinisterbunniexx · 2 months ago

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hello!! I absolutely love you're writing it's literally so good 😭😭😭 and I was wondering, which of the creepypasta/Proxy boys do you think would most like or end up with a very sweet or kind reader? I was asking bc I think the contrast between that kind of darling and them is very interesting. 100% okay if you don't want to do this though!!

Listen I’ll do you one better, I’ll write headcanons for all of them

✮⋆˙ Creepypasta boys x sweet & kind reader headcanons˙⋆✮

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, X Virus, Tim/Masky, Brian/Hoodie

Jeff

☠︎︎ you would truly be killing him with kindness

☠︎︎ he doesn’t warm up to people easily, both because his personality is abrasive and also because he simply doesn’t want to

☠︎︎ so when you are repeatedly so kind, so sweet he begrudgingly starts to like you

☠︎︎ and he HATES IT

☠︎︎ like maybe would even start to avoid you when he first realizes it because it makes him angry how much he can’t hate you

☠︎︎then if you sought him out because he avoided you, he would defo snap at you

☠︎︎ and then you are even kind about that, forgiving him easily which makes him short circuit

☠︎︎like FUCK he can’t catch a break

☠︎︎ would take you confessing first for him to admit that he loves how nice and understanding you are

☠︎︎ still abrasive but your kindness encourages him to be kinder too, and makes him want to lash out less because he wants to be better for you

Toby

✘ at first he would 100% take advantage of this

✘ he’s always up to some shenanigans, and so if you are kind and forgiving this just enables him to be worse

✘ he would perceive it as weakness early on

✘ but over time, with you being enduringly nice to him, he would start to realize that there is a reason behind your actions

✘ then he realizes that he too wants to be kind to you

✘ his expression of kindness is… interesting at first

✘ but the more you model it for him the more he learns and tries to do things that will make you happy

✘ slowly it allows him to be more vulnerable around you, since he knows you aren’t the type to judge

✘ then he wants to be nice to you all the time, like super nice like… what is this feeling?

✘ would especially start to express that with physical affection

✘ he starts with patting your head and nuzzling your hair

✘ then it becomes stuff like putting his chin on top of your head when you’re standing and pulling your hand whenever you’re going somewhere

✘ until it fully becomes bear hugging and picking you up each time he sees you

✘ would likely not realize he is in love with you until someone else points it out

BEN drowned

⚠︎ straight up, he is so manipulative and would 100% use it against you

⚠︎ would take advantage of your kindness to get you to do things for him or give him things

⚠︎ but would play it up like he doesn’t need it

⚠︎ like “ohhhhh no no, I couldn’t ask you to do that”

⚠︎“But you’ll do it right?”

⚠︎ slowly this would turn into like full on coercing you into doing things

⚠︎ he really likes toying with people so if he can use your good hearted nature to see if he can break you then….

⚠︎ the outcome would really depend on what dynamic you are in with him (as in you are also a proxy vs you are a regular person)

⚠︎ if you’re a proxy, you fare better, because he sees you as more of his equal

⚠︎ just by being a proxy he’d see you as less naive, so if you were nice and kind, but still the type of person to stand up for yourself, then you’d earn his respect and he’d still ask you to do stuff every now and then but it would turn into sort of a back and forth banter between you two (with him asking for something fucking crazy and you saying no, I see what you’re doing here)

⚠︎ if you’re a regular person you’re fucked

Eyeless Jack

𖤐 unlike most of the others takes it very well from the start

𖤐 he’s very perceptive so he immediately can tell it’s not some kind of ruse and that you’re genuinely just good hearted

𖤐 he would be so gentle with you

𖤐 deeply admires your heart of gold and finds it almost comforting

𖤐 especially because most people view him as a monster because of his diet

𖤐 so even just you making eye contact with him and talking to him is enough

𖤐 but you’re also kind??? Like go out of your way to be sweet to him???

𖤐 he falls for you slowly but he falls hard

𖤐 very articulate and would express how you make him feel and how much he appreciates and needs someone like you around

𖤐 would always value your kindness

𖤐 especially if it wasn’t just to him, but to everyone, his heart would fill when he thinks about you

𖤐 like how can someone so darling even exist????

𖤐 he is forever in awe of you

X Virus

☣︎ shocked, flabbergasted, shook even

☣︎ especially if you are going out of your way to be kind

☣︎ like you brought him some food because he’s been working for days and hasn’t ate???? Why????

☣︎ almost to the point where he is skeptical of it

☣︎ but once he realizes there is no underlying motive behind it, you simply would just like to be kind… he’s touched

☣︎ it wouldn’t be enough on its own to make him fall in love with you though

☣︎ he’d appreciate it though and you guys would be good pals

☣︎ he’d start do nice things for you too

☣︎ like if you were feeling sick, wow he totally just so happened to whip up a medication to make you feel better, it’s totally so useless he made it by mistake, here take it

☣︎ so he’s kinda covert about it, can’t let you know you make him just a little bit soft

Tim/Masky

꩜ if it’s Tim

꩜ is super angsty about it at first

꩜ like “noooo stay away I’m too dangerous”

꩜ but it so touches his heart

꩜ and little by little he lets his walls come down

꩜ he’s subtle about it at first and a bit shy

꩜ but he starts to reciprocate your kindness

꩜ you make him softttttt

☆ Masky is almost insulted by it

☆ you think he needs your help?

☆ you think someone as pathetic as you can give him some support or something?

☆ get real

☆ but once you start growing on Tim, you start growing on him too (cuz they share a brain lol)

☆ then he’ll start to accept your kindness, but will be a little sarcastic and snarky when he does

☆ but it’s more of like you absolutely know he loves you and wants you around but he’ll never say it

Brian/Hoodie

𖣐if it’s Brian

𖣐eats it up

𖣐 it makes him want to tease you

𖣐 would start calling you angel

𖣐 really enjoys your presence and likes having you around

𖣐 like would try to bring you with him everywhere

𖣐 is not shy about how much he enjoys you either like he would directly tell you

☹ if it’s hoodie

☹ also eats it up

☹ not in a good way

☹ you are his prey

☹ it would lowkey make him HORNY lmao

☹ like I think he would want to corrupt you

☹ but once he realizes it’s just kindness rather than naivety, his reaction would be closer to Brian’s

☹ likes to tease and enjoys having you around but is much less overt about it than Brian

So like anyways to actually answer your question LMAO I think a kind person is liked by everyone. But I think your outcome is the best with Jack. It all just depends on you as a person and who you seek out

Hope you enjoyed :3

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r0s3m4ry-mp3 · 2 years ago

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HELP ME AND @vampghoul MADE LIKE CREEPYPASTA FAKE TWITTER POSTS AND IM LITERALLY CRYING RN

CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY OR WHATEVER

I stand by that some the older creepypastas probably barely know how to use twitter and cant change their pfp💔❗❗

#creepy pasta #creepypasta #crp #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x you #emh #everymanhybrid #jeff the killer #ticci toby #nina the killer #judge angels #bloody painter #ben drowned #sally williams #slender man #jane the killer

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junabuggy · 5 months ago

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Hello! I saw your Toby headcanons, and as a Toby fan, I'd love some platonic Toby headcanons, if that's possible? Just kinda wanna see how he'd act with a friend that gets him, y'know? Thank you so much ^0^

𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 !!

𝘈/𝘯: ofc !! I loooove writing for Toby hehe

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: None :*:·\(￣▽￣)/·:*·°★*

──★ ˙ ̟ 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨??

☆• Honestly it'd probably take a while to actually befriend good 'ol Toby, but it's very worth it once you do !!

☆• Chaotic, but fun (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

☆• After missions he practically busts down your door and makes himself comfortable in your bed, yapping about his day and what happened during his mission for a while before deciding to watch random YouTube videos on your TV... Yeah, safe to say he's comfortable with you.

☆• Naturally, sleepovers happen a lot because he'll end up falling asleep

☆• BUT !1!!! If it's a planned one he's pulling all nighters with you (๑·̀ㅁ·́๑)✧

☆• Would find the silly 2010 quotev quizzes and tests funny, def engages in them with you

☆• Takes a "Which creepypasta character is your boyfriend?" one and gets himself 😭😭

☆• Deep talks late at night just about life and what he can remember from before.. only time he ever really does open up (even if he's still somewhat vague about certain stuff)

☆• INSIDE JOKES. He's a sucker for those

☆• Yes, the other pastas look at you two funny when he says a random word and you burst out into a fit of giggles, him trying (and failing) to hold back his own

☆• You guys have a secret and way too complex handshake you never fail to greet each other with

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐲

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sorvqlz · 9 days ago

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Ticci Toby headcanons in a relationship with the reader? :3

Ticci Toby®

Hello !! I hope my pov meets your expectations this is of course how I personally think he would be

Romantic Hcs:

- Toby’s idea of love is warped. He never had a stable, caring family, so his affection comes in extremes—either overwhelming clinginess or sudden, cold detachment.

- He would be obsessive. Not in a cute, protective way, but in a “you belong to me, and I will kill anyone who tries to take you away” way.

- He wouldn’t fully understand normal relationship boundaries. If his partner ever tried to leave, he wouldn’t just let them go—he might stalk them, watch from a distance, or even resort to threats to keep them close.

- His paranoia would make him constantly question his partner’s loyalty. If they spend too much time away or talk to someone new, he won’t necessarily lash out, but he’ll watch—waiting for signs of betrayal.

- If he does get jealous, it won’t be dramatic—he won’t argue or demand reassurance. Instead, the person making him jealous might just disappear one day, and Toby will act like nothing happened.

- Toby is violent by nature. He doesn’t have a normal way of handling anger. If his partner upsets him, he might not hurt them directly, but he could break things, punch walls, or go out and kill someone to vent his emotions.(He'll try very hard not to be physically abusive with you, because he's not evil he's just mentally disturbed and because of trauma not because he was born crazy)

- If his partner is involved in his world (e.g., another killer or someone who doesn’t fear violence), they might be able to navigate his moods carefully. If they’re not, they’d constantly feel like they’re walking on eggshells.

- He wouldn’t tolerate disobedience. If his partner actively tries to defy him or leave, he won’t hesitate to use force to keep them in line—whether that’s intimidation, threats, or physical restraint.

- Toby isn’t completely incapable of love. In his own twisted way, he genuinely cares for his partner. If they’re hurt, he’ll take care of them. If they’re sad, he might not know how to comfort them, but he’ll sit with them in silence because he wants to help.

- He enjoys physical closeness, but it’s more for his benefit than theirs. Holding onto his partner makes him feel real—like there’s something in this world that belongs to him.

- He might force his partner into isolation. Not necessarily by locking them up, but by manipulating them into believing the outside world is too dangerous and that he’s the only one who truly understands them.

Bonus:

If His partner tried to leave

- Toby would see it as the ultimate betrayal. He’d either break down completely—laughing hysterically or crying—or flip a switch and go dead silent.

- There are only two possible outcomes: They don’t get far (bcz he’ll find them), or he lets them go only to stalk them for weeks or months later.

- If they run to someone else for help, Toby will take it personally—and that person won’t be around for much longer.

Author's note: realistically toby in a relationship wouldn’t be safe or romantic. He’s an unhinged killer with deep issues, and anyone involved with him would be trapped in an obsessive, dangerous love that’s impossible to escape.

(I still believe he can get better deep down, because in my pov the creepypasta's are forced to be killers of Slenderman since he's abusive and shit, I personally think that if Slenderman didn't recruit the crp's lots of them wouldn't be killers)

#ticci toby #tobias erin rogers #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta fics #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcanon #crp #creepypasta #crp fandom #ticci toby x reader #x reader #this fandom is dead

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the-s1lly-corner · 2 days ago

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Meeting at a coffee shop (various crps)

LISTEN LISTEN! Ik this is a little different from my normal crp posts but shh shh i had a brain blast

Characters: jeff the killer, Eyeless jack, bloody Painter

Notes: gn reader, you aren't a crp you just work at a shop LMAO, short post, written on mobile, ik I said jack doesn't really eat (and ig drink) normal people food but I can make an exception for coffee to make this work

CWs: none

JEFF THE KILLER

He doesn't like coffee. He's only coming in because he likes pestering the person behind the counter (aka you)- otherwise he just doesn't come in. Turns right around when he sees you're not there

You do manage to put him on some of the non drink items your shop sells- food! No matter how much he denies it... he does enjoy some of the pastries and goods...

On the chance someone starts being rude while you're there or they try to push him to order faster he WILL verbally snap at them. It's a wonder he doesn't stop a person right there in the shop

EYELESS JACK

He doesn't come in often and when he does it's usually late at night or very early in the morning. That's good. That means you're probably one of the only people there. More private

He doesn't order a lot either- plain black coffees mostly. Even before he got all... he didn't like adding cream or sugar or any of that to his coffee

Actually one of your better customers because his order is always the same + it's simple and he's more than patient. He doesn't talk much, though, even if you're his favorite. He's just not a talker

BLOODY PAINTER

He sometimes dips in every now and then. He'd prefer you be the one to tend to him but he's not going to leave if you're not there- either at the counter or simply not working that day

His order is also very simple- not many add ins.. though I do see him being very particular about his coffee... and he trusts you no to mess it up

He doesn't linger around. He doesn't want to hold up the line. It's rude and he doesn't want to risk the other customers taking that frustration out on you. Tips extra

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #crp x reader #crp x you #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x reader #bloody painter x you #bloody painter x reader #x reader #canon x reader #canon x you

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vivicas-dollhouse · 17 days ago

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Sunlight

-and i flew like a moth to you, sunlight..

Ticci toby x reader fic!!

Genre: smut, porn no plot

Desc: toby is desperate for attention and NEEDS you.. he needs your love

Cw: oral, pnv sex, mommy kink, submissive toby, sweet loving sex, multiple reader orgasms, creampie, begging, drool, light crying, fairly vanilla tbh

2.8k words; enjoy!!

“Aw hun, you're that needy?” You looked down ant the drooling mess clinging to your legs, his desperate gaze raising your blood pressure. You had him completely under your thumb, and that's exactly where he wanted to be.

He clung to the cloth of your dress with a dependence, a need to remove this stupid thing and drink you in. He needed to taste you, to hear your breath hitch, to completely give in to whatever you wanted.

“P-please mommy,” he whined, rubbing his cheek into your thigh, wetting the fabric with his own slobber. He *was* that needy, and it was pathetic. You raised an eyebrow at him, still not touching his body. He whined, burying his face between your closed thighs. He was enveloped in your scent, that peachy perfume that you always wore mixed with fresh laundry.

He whined into your skin, making stupid little pawing motions on your legs. “Please,” he choked out, looking back up at you with pleading eyes.

“What do you want me to do love?” You cooed, keeping your hands on your hips. It was rare he was ever *this* needy, that he let himself get *this* desperate for you. He had been so busy lately, working for Him wasn't easy. He just came home and went to bed, barely ever waiting for you to tire any. So you reveled in this, watching him drool and whimper on his knees was all you needed.

“Y-y'know… help..” he whispered, face flushed a bright shade of red. His freckles were practically swallowed by the flush, eyes pleading. He looked miserable, as if he was being physically hurt by the lack of touch. He looked like an abandoned little puppy, desperate for love and affection that he had been deprived of. He *needed* you, he was completely under your control.

“I'm gonna need more specifics angel, you need to tell mommy exactly what you want,” you whispered, finally resting a hand atop his brown fluffy hair, petting him gently. He leaned into the touch, still clinging to your legs with a need. He made a small grumble of disappointment, looking away from you for a moment.

“Do I have to? You kn-know what I want mommy, please?” He whimpered, glancing up at you.

He looked like a mess, dark bags under his eyes and a crooked nose from it being broken again and again. His hazel eyes looked glassy, a hint of desperate tears peeking at the corners of his eyes. He was perfect, just a little ray of sunshine. Your sunshine. You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Hun, use your words and tell mommy what you want so she can give it to you. Is it so hard? I know you can do it baby,” you smiled, running your hand down to his cheek. He smiled, drool trailing from the hole in his mouth.

“Mm, I guess,” he grinned, melting into your hand. He sat there for a moment, just basking in your touch. He nuzzled into your hand, your soft touch tingling on his face. He was growing more squirmy by the second, shifting closer to you on his knees.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. You pulled his head up gently, watching his brain turn to mush in your hand. He looked perfect this way, just brainless and so, so horny. You could see the tent in his pants from where you were, and *god* you knew you had to drag this out as long as he could take it. You felt his hands snaking up the backs of your thighs as he blankly smiled, eyes flashing between your chest and your face.

“I need you to fuck me,” he choked out, attempting to look away but being held in place by your hand. His mouth hung agape, a dopey smile spreading from cheek to cheek.

“Is that so? You need mommy to fuck your brains out?” You said, rubbing your thumb in circles on his cheek.

Toby nodded, blankly staring at you. He twitched, fully grasping your ass at this point. He dug his nails in, seemingly attempting to claw off the fabric of your panties through your dress.

You sighed playfully, gripped his chin harder. He made a soft gasp, a gentle rattle in his throat. “Oh lovebug, I'll take care of you. Do you want mommy to be nice or mean?”

“Mm.. nice.. if you dont mind.” He sheepishly looked away, embarrassed by his neediness. He usually liked things rough, he liked to be completely destroyed. But, sometimes he needed to be treated like a prince. He had had a long day, and you had no problem rewarding your boyfriend for all his hard work. He deserved it, he *was* being *so good* for you after all.

“Of course not, I'll take care of you,” you whispered. “Get up on the bed for me. And take off your shirt.”

He obeyed, sliding the black tee over his head. You went to unzip your dress, the zipper catching on a loose thread.

“Toby, can you get my zipper?” You giggled, moving closer to him.

He took the zipper with shaking hands, sliding it down with little resistance. He watched you intently as you slid the straps off your bare shoulders, taking care to keep it over your breasts.

You turned to him fully, keeping his attention as you slid the fabric off of your chest, exposing your bare boobs to him. You stepped out of the dress, kicking your heels off as well. Toby looked hypnotized, just taking in your raw beauty with a soft whine. You chuckled, playing with the waistband of your silk panties, lowering each side slowly.

“F-fuck,” toby moaned, reaching for his pants zipper. You nodded, silently giving him permission to unzip his pants.

“Touch yourself for me hun,” you smiled, sliding the panties off your body and discarding them in the pile of clothes you had made.

Toby swallowed nervously, shifting his weight to slide his black jeans off his thighs. His eyes softened as he stared at your naked body, entranced by your curves and flesh.

He leaned back onto the bed's pillows, lazily trailing his hand to his crotch where a small wet spot had formed. He groaned at the touch, slowly palming himself through the garment, rubbing his thumb over the head.

“Good, good boy,” you whispered, climbing onto the bed next to him. “Prop yourself up, mommys gonna take care of you,”

Toby rested his back against the headboard, kicking his jeans off to the ground. The only barrier between him and you was his boxers. You crawled between his legs, watching his eyes intently. The pupils were so blown out it nearly swallowed the brown, yet there was nothing behind those eyes.

You laid between his legs, softly pressing kisses into his inner thighs, sucking and biting on the tender flesh. Toby kept his eyes on you, softly whimpering now and again. You listened to those noises, biting harder when he moaned louder, moaning into his skin when he sighed. Hearing him like this was bliss, having him completely lost in lust was all he needed.

You separated yourself from his thighs, looking at him with a hazey smile. He was in a trance, drool still falling from his cheek and pooling at the corners of his mouth.

“You wanna take those boxers off?” You teased, watching him quickly nod with a smile. “Take them off for me, let me see that hard cock,”

He quickly obliged, groaning as his dick flopped out onto his stomach with a wet *shlap*.

“Oh, good boy, you're doing so good for me,” you cooed, spitting on his dick.

“Th-thank you mommy,” he whispered, watching your spit hit him. He gasped as you ran your wet thumb over the slit of his dick, head rolling back.

*was he really that needy?*

“Good manners,” you murmured, rubbing your fist around his shaft. You slowly applied pressure at the base, listening carefully to the noises he made in response. “Look at me angel,”

You watched as his head whipped forward to meet your eyes. He was so obedient, you couldn't help but laugh.

“What's f-funny?” He asked, looking away in embarrassment. He *knew* he looked like a whore, and that was all he needed to be right now. He was yours and only yours.

“You're such a little slut, that's all,” you teased, watching him grow flustered all over again.

“That's n-not nice..” he stammered, a smile poking at his lips.

“No? How about I make it up to you?” You spoke, watching his eyes snap back towards you. He watched as you placed kisses to his dripping head, slowly going down. He made a soft sound, somewhere between a whimper and a gurgle, keeping his eyes locked on you. You stared up at him, licking the back of his shaft slowly. You felt his dick twitch as he moaned, grasping at the sheets

“Yeah? Is that good for my prince?” You cooed, giggling as he quickly nodded. “Good, i'm glad. Watch me,” you purred, slowly taking his length in your mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut, stifling a moan with his hand. You began to bob on him, slowly taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth. You slobbered on him, making small moans as he tensed and untensed.

“Fuck,” toby moaned, resting his hand on your hair and gently petting. You made a soft hum, speeding up the rate in which you took him into your throat. You kept your eyes on him, watching the man in front of you go to shambles as he moaned, sounding more and more pathetic as he got louder. You brushed a hair out of your face before taking his dick deep down your throat. You gagged, but kept it there as he gasped.

“C-can i fuck your face? Please?” He choked out, making a small noise of desperation as you took him out of your mouth. You wiped the mix of precum and slobber off your chin, gasping a bit.

“I don't want you to cum yet lovebug, just wait,” you smiled, watching the mess in front of you whine.

“P-please mommy,” he cried, tears pricking at his eyes.

You shushed him, climbing to straddle him. “I'm in charge here. You're gonna cum when I say so, can you be good for me?” You gently smiled, running your thumb over his bottom lip.

“I guess,” he blushed. “But can it be soon? I… it hurts,”

You raises an eyebrow, suprised at how fucking needy he was. It usually wasn't this bad. He did tend to bottom but this was a whole other level.

“You're so needy,” you teased, watching his face flush. His eyes were half closed, completely dumb for you. He would do anything to cum, and you were gonna drag this out as long as you could.

“Cmon mommy, please, ill be so good for you,” he cried, grabbing your hips with shaky hands. You rolled your eyes playfully before taking your hand back to his dick.

“Can you help mommy? She needs to get off too y'know,” you breathed, watching toby's face light up.

“Course, what is it?”

You smiled gently. “You're gonna eat mommy out, can you be a good boy and do that?” You watched as Toby shook his head rapidly, sitting up and switching with you. You leaned back, spreading your legs open to reveal your dripping cunt to him.

“D-damn…” he giggled, crouching down to get closer.

“What's so funny?” You grinned, gasping as he pressed kisses to your inner thighs.

“I just know you're gonna taste so good is all,” he muttered into your skin, getting closer and closer to your pussy. He ran his tongue up your core before diving in, lapping at your clit with a fever. You groaned, listening to the wet sounds he was making as he devoured you. He rubbed his tongue in circles over your clit while moaning, the vibration amplifying your pleasure.

“F-fuck toby, stick some fingers in there for me baby,” you begged, moaning as he fingered you while continuing to suck at your clit. You could barely control your noises, getting louder and louder the more he drank you in. He loved this, he loved the way you tasted. He loved your pussy, whether it was on his dick, full of his fingers or on his tongue. He kept at it, pulling you into his mouth by your hips. You ground into his face, pushing him into you by his head. He didn't mind, all he wanted was to taste your cum.

You swore, the feeling of his fingers deep inside you doubling with his tongue was becoming too much. You could barely make out words, simply making stupid little cries as you pushed him deeper into you. You managed to choke out a “faster,” a couple times, but all that did was make it harder to think. It felt like heaven, and as you neared your peak you felt a tear stream down your cheek. You made a high pitched squeal as you came around him, his tongue moving down to lap up your cum before pulling away. You panted as you watched Toby grin at you, pleased with his work.

“W-was that good mommy?” He laughed, laying on your torso.

“So good baby, you did so good for me,” you breathed, petting his head. You laid there in silence for a bit, letting you catch your breath. Toby kissed along your collarbones, soaking in your affection. Once your breathing steadied, he looked up at you with his stupid puppy eyes.

“Help,” he whispered, pawing at your chest. He ran his hand to your nipple, rubbing the bud with his thumb.

“Oh honey, I didn't forget. I just needed to recover but I think I'm ok now. Switch?” You smiled, watching him quickly roll off of you and onto his back. His dick was still so hard, the tip completely soaked in precum and your spit. You positioned yourself on top of him, using your hand to guide him into you. You grunted at the full feeling he gave you, feeling his dick press into your cervix.

“Ready?” You asked, giggling as he eagerly nodded.

You began bouncing up and down slowly, your remaining cum making a slapping noise on him. He whined as you slowly rode him, digging his nails into your hips. You couldn't help but roll your head back, you were still slightly sensitive from his fingers.

“Mommy, faster please,” he whispered, looking up at you with blank eyes. You leaned down over him, speeding up a bit to keep him happy.

“You're such a good boy, saying please and thank you all day for me, do you know how handsome you are hun?” You smiled, brushing a hair out of his mouth. He simply groaned in response, lost in the feeling of your tight pussy.

“I'm a g-good boy?” He asked, a dumb smile on his face.

“Such a good boy,” you whispered, speeding up as his eyes rolled back. “Your so hot, and your so fucking obedient for mommy, and mommy loves you very much. You're my good boy. My perfect little angel,”

He gasped as you sped up once again, the slapping sound getting louder and louder as your moans and huffing filled the room.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whimpered, digging his nails deep into your ass.

“Tell me when you're close, ok?” You gasped, coming down harder and harder on him. He nodded, completely pussy drunk.

“I love you, i love you mommy, i'm your good boy,” he babbled, drool leaking from his mouth.

“I love you too, your such a good- fuck- good fucking boy,” you gasped, feeling that familiar ache in your clit.

“Im so fucking close, please let me cum in you, please mommy,” he heaved, watching your tits bounce as you whined.

“Cum for me pretty boy, cum in me- fuck-” you shouted, clenching around his dick as you both came. You both panted, you removed him from you with a puddle of cum leaking out into the bed. You flopped over to lay next to him.

“I love you toby,” you gasped, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you too (y/n), your too good to me,” he mumbled, smiling.

“You deserve it, you know, you work so hard. Its tbe least I can do.”

Toby yawned, pulling you into him. You kissed him, a long passionate kiss that wasn't quite making out but something more gentle. You stayed there, gently holding each other for a couple minutes.

“Cmon (y/n), lets get you cleaned up,”

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Uhhh no inspo songs this time cause i just. I just like writing mommy kinks so i just did.

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just-a-creep-babe · 16 days ago

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What Makes You Tick - Chapter 8

(Ticci Toby x Reader)

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“You fucking twerp.”

Despite having a gun pointed at him, Masky doesn’t look the least bit fazed. If anything, he just looks more pissed than ever.

Hoodie’s arm is braced in front of him, holding him back, because it looks like he’s just about a breath away from snapping Toby’s neck with his bare hands.

But Toby doesn’t back down. He stands his ground, gun poised at the ready, looking more calm and in control than you’ve ever seen him be.

“You—you don’t understand the role she plays in this,” he says evenly.

“I understand plenty,” Masky seethes, his words slick with venom. “I understand that you’ll jeopardize this whole fucking mission just to get your dick wet.”

You can’t stop from cringing at the comment.

It seems to affect Toby too, who twitches and cracks his neck like he’s trying to relieve the nerve Masky struck.

“She—that—that’s not—“

“Kill her,” Masky interrupts, “or I will. And I’ll make damn sure to drag it out—and make you watch every single fucking second of it.”

Pure terror licks up your spine.

You don’t know what you’ve done to deserve this, to merit the full brunt of Masky’s wrath. You’ve just been trying to survive. It’s like everything that’s happened from the moment Toby stumbled into your life has just been one mess after the other. And you’ve been helpless to do anything about it.

At this point, you don’t expect Toby to keep sticking up for you. And you certainly don’t expect him to straighten out and hiss, “I fucking dare you to try.”

You don’t know if you feel some kind of wonder, or awe, or maybe even admiration alongside your gut-wrenching fear. All you know is that, for better or worse, you’re starting to forgive him for everything that’s happened.

At least he’s trying to redeem himself.

Masky, however, doesn’t look as impressed. He takes a step forward, about to rise to the challenge with bitter glee—but Hoodie holds him back.

“Let’s hear him out.”

Masky snaps his attention towards his black-masked counterpart, like the mere suggestion is nothing short of a betrayal.

“Fuck are you talking about?” he snarls.

Hoodie nods in your direction, and you shrink further back against the wall at the attention.

If the cabinet could swallow you whole, you pray it’d save you from this nightmare.

“We’ll bring her to the boss,” he says. “And we’ll see for ourselves. If he’s wrong, he’ll get what’s coming, one way or another.”

Masky clicks his tongue. “And the mission—you wanna turn up empty-handed?”

A nod in Toby’s direction.

“He’ll take the blame,” Hoodie hums, and then he looks at Toby, still standing with the gun pointed at Masky. “Won’t you?”

The inclination of his voice makes it clear it isn’t a question, but Toby finally relents and puts the gun down.

"I will," he nods. His grip tightens on the gun, his other hand clenching into a fist, like he’s steeling his determination in anticipation of what’s to come.

Masky looks him over, then looks at you—a scared, pathetic little thing cowering against the wall. And he snorts, clearly displeased.

“I don’t wanna waste any more time on this shit. We’re leaving now. And if she tries anything—“

He doesn’t finish his sentence. He holds his hand out to take the gun from Toby, like a wordless threat.

Toby hesitates. His body tenses, like he’s considering pointing the weapon at Masky again.

But then Masky’s short patience wanes, and he takes a menacing step forward like he’s about to beat some sense into Toby. And Toby finally gives in.

You hug your arms around yourself as the gun returns to Masky’s hands. The two size one another up for a tense second, and then Masky tucks the weapon under his belt, then jerks his head towards the door; a silent command to go.

It looks like Toby wants to challenge him again. He stays firmly rooted in place, steadily holding his gaze. That spark of rebellion ebbs and flows as his fists open and close at his sides.

Just when you think he’s about to punch him, he instead turns his back to him.

And it somehow looks just as insulting.

Toby fully ignores him as he crouches down to your level.

“C’mon,” he mumbles, and then he’s grabbing you by the arm and helping you up.

His grip is nowhere near as hard as when he brought you in. It’s the complete opposite; he’s gentle like he’s afraid he might break you.

You’re thankful for it, because you think you maybe would break if he was too rough right now.

He guides you between Masky and Hoodie, who don’t bother moving out of the way. You end up brushing against them as you walk past, and being this close to them—practically sandwiched between the two—makes them seem so much bigger and stronger than you previously thought.

You don’t bother hiding how terrified you feel as you squeeze past them.

You wonder if they can hear your heart pounding in your chest. You don’t want to think about what they could do to you—just within arm’s reach—and when you feel the ghost of Masky’s fingers around your neck, your hands grow sweaty with stress.

Ironic as it is, your one comfort is having Toby by your side.

But as soon as you’re away from the other two, you get some distance from him again. He mumbles something under his breath, and jerks his head to the side, his shoulder twitching.

All you can think about is what just happened, and what might yet come. Ideally, you’d find a way to escape. But knowing that Masky’s armed with a gun and following suite is more than enough motivation to obey.

And besides, after everything that’s happened since they first whisked you away—the constant rush of mixed emotions, the stress, the fear and never-ending paranoia—it’s getting exhausting. You don’t even think you’d have it in you to run, at this point.

You’re brought back outside, back to the car.

You’re crammed into the backseat with Toby again, and as the others get in and Masky starts driving away, you’re all too painfully aware of your apartment slowly fading into the distance behind you. You don’t have the heart to look back.

You expect to be stuck in the car for hours again. You expect to get blindfolded and forced to endure the dead silence between three men who seem to loathe one another.

But, to your surprise, you arrive at the destination faster than expected. They didn’t even blindfold you.

Maybe twenty or so minutes from your neighbourhood, Masky pulls into a small semi-industrial sector. The roads are wider, the streets vacant, and large buildings with equally large storage yards loom on either side of you.

There’s no one around.

It feels like the place is abandoned. It does little to inspire any meager semblance of hope within you.

Masky takes a turn between two buildings, following along a narrower road. A forest stands at the end of the street, and it seems to be precisely where you’re headed.

He turns at another offshoot of the road, and it eventually leads to a parking lot behind one of the industrial buildings. There’s a big fence lined with barbed wires between the parking lot and the forest, which you know won’t be enough to stop these guys from trespassing.

You get out of the car as the others do, and then Hoodie makes his way to the back to rummage around for god knows what. You can’t entirely see what he’s doing, but he seems to be stuffing things into a bag. And then he’s lazily slinging said bag over his shoulder and closing the door behind him.

You get a very, very bad feeling for what’s about to happen.

He doesn’t look your way, but he nearly bodychecks you—very obviously on purpose—as he walks by. You don’t miss the way Toby glares after him for doing so.

Masky looks at the space between you and Toby, which was reduced to a mere few inches after you sidestepped Hoodie. And without saying a word, he follows his partner.

You don’t want to join them.

You want Toby distract the two while you jump into the truck and make your getaway. But when you look at Toby, he gives a nod after the men, and you know you have to follow yet again.

The four of you walk up to the fence.

Hoodie pulls out a pair of pliers from the bag, then gets to work on cutting through the sharp metal links.

You don’t know what you’re doing here.

If they were planning on killing you, you think, surely they would’ve done it by now. Right?

You dare a peak at Toby.

He’s standing still and quiet—albeit with the occasional cracks and jerks—almost like he’s lost in thought. You wonder what’s going through his head. You wonder what he thinks about the other two men, about you, about this whole miserable nightmare of a situation.

When the time is right, you think, if you make it out alive, you’ll have about a million and one questions to ask him.

Snap!

With one last crack of metal snapping metal, the gate gives way to a hole, maybe two feet wide and four feet tall.

Hoodie slips the pliers back into his bag, ducks low, and crosses the barrier. You expect Masky to follow after him, but he turns to you instead; a silent command for you to cross first.

You swallow thickly, but comply.

The broken metal grates reach out to scratch thin, sharp lines into your skin as you scramble across. You flinch, thinking about things like tetanus and blood-borne infections as the pain lingers for a second longer than you would’ve like it to.

And then you’re on the other side, standing alone with Hoodie, and all you can think about is how you want Toby to join fast so that you can cower behind him.

When the four of you have made it across, the men begin trudging through the forest.

There’s no path, so you have to stumble through the thicket. The men seem used to this kind of terrain, but you, on the other hand, most certainly are not. You keep slowing them down, almost tripping and stumbling on more than one occasion, but every time you nearly fall flat on your face, Toby’s hand is there to gently guide you back up again.

You don’t know why he seems to have taken such a liking to you—why he’s apparently suddenly so concerned with your health and safety—but you figure that maybe sometimes, it’s best not to question things.

So you pretend to forget Masky’s comment about him wanting to get his dick wet.

You walk for maybe an hour or two. And the more that distance between you and the entrance grows, the more nervous you get.

It doesn’t ease your nerves that the forest is quiet—eerily so. There aren’t any birds chirping, no cicadas buzzing, nothing. The only sound is that of your shoes crunching the decaying leaves and branches on the ground. Even the air feels unnervingly still around you.

There’s a strange kind of pressure hanging in the dead of the atmosphere. Like every breath you take is inexplicably thick and heavy.

The only solace you have are the bits of sunlight streaming in through the overhead foliage. But the more you walk, the denser the forest gets, and the less that light manages to peak through.

You feel… off.

You wrap your arms around yourself. You want to ask when you’ll get there, but the words die out at the back of your throat before you can voice them. As strange as it sounds, you’re worried that talking would alert something in the woods to your presence.

You wonder if you’re slowly losing your mind, being around these men.

You eventually reach somewhat of a clearing. It isn’t very big, maybe just three or four meters across, but Masky gives a nod at the center and claims “This’ll do.”

You look to Toby to gauge his reaction, but he doesn’t return your gaze. Instead, when Hoodie throws his bag down, Toby walks towards it and starts searching through it.

You don’t like this.

A shiver runs through you. You try not to think about bodies rotting in woods, and how it always takes the police so much longer to find victims when they’re buried in dense forests.

The only reason you don’t make a scene is because you trust that Toby will protect you if they try anything. But as you watch him crouching over the bag, you wonder if you might’ve been too fast to place your trust in a murderer.

You mentally try to trace back your steps, from the entrance of the forest to where you are now, but you’ve no idea how to get back.

While you’re trying to sort out your best option to get out of this, Masky comes up from behind you. And, as if he could read your mind, as if he knows you’re thinking about running away, he suddenly grabs you from behind and traps you in his arms.

“H-hey—let me go! I didn’t—!”

You’re cut off by his hand clamping over your mouth. And if you thought Toby’s grip was hard—it’s nothing compared to Masky’s.

It had felt like Toby either wasn’t aware or just plainly didn’t care how hard he was gripping you. But Masky? It feels like he’s actively trying to hurt you.

He’s squeezing your arms together in your back at such an uncomfortable angle that it’s like he wants to snap you in half. The hand over your mouth is almost completely blocking your nose, and he’s digging his fingers into you like he wants to break your skin.

He smells of cigarettes and blood.

You whimper, thrashing helplessly against him. Your feet kick up in an attempt to destabilize him, but he’s so strong that he manages to hold onto you, even as you lift up a few feet off the ground.

The fresh memory of his hands around your neck have you gasping and wheezing for air through his fingers.

Toby. Why isn’t Toby defending you?

Through the tears of panic welling in your eyes, you look towards Toby. He looks back at you, but that damn mask.

You can’t read him through it.

You only stop fighting Masky when you notice what Toby’s holding; a pack of matches. And in his other hand, he has a plastic bottle full of some orangish liquid. And then you see Hoodie pulling out another identical bottle from the bag.

You shake your head no—surely they wouldn’t.

Or, at least, you try to shake your head through Masky’s grip. But the most you can do is wriggle and squirm pathetically against him.

Hoodie unscrews the lid, and then he’s pouring the fluid to the ground. Even through Masky’s hand, you immediately smell it. You watch, unable to do much else, as Hoodie draws a circle around the four of you with gasoline.

And then Toby starts pouring it out, too. He draws a straight line towards you. And when he’s just about a few inches from you, your instincts kick in and you frantically try to free yourself again.

But you must get too rowdy for Masky’s tastes. Because with one painfully brutal kick to the back of your leg, he forces you to crumple to your knees. The hand holding your arms finds purchase in your hair, which he pulls—hard—to force you to look up into the trees.

His other hand stays clamped around your mouth, muffling your useless pleas and sad attempts to bargain a way out of this. He keeps your back pressed to him, up against his strong legs so that you’ve absolutely no space to maneuver around him.

You try to claw at him, try to reach up and pull his fingers from your hair, but it’s only has him pulling harder, and you cry out against his hand.

You hear Toby behind you, drawing what you can only assume to be the other end of the line. And then you hear him, off to your opposite side, pour the liquid into another line towards you.

You flinch, squeezing your eyes shut as you expect to be doused in it. But when he’s a few inches from you again, he stops, then keeps pouring on the opposite side. Like he’s marking an x formation with you at the center.

You think about cults and ritualistic sacrifices, and suddenly the three of them wearing those damn masks makes more sense. They’re all insane, you think. They’re all insane and now they’re going to burn you alive for some fucked-up ritual.

Hoodie throws his now empty bottle into the woods, and so does Toby. And then, facing you, Toby takes out a match from the packet.

You shouldn’t have placed your trust in him.

That sharp fizzing sound fills the air as he strikes the match. You can almost make out the shape of his eyes through his lenses as the fire dances in his hand, the bright light flickering across his face.

You give it one last shot. One last hopeless, futile attempt to beg with the masked monsters before you. And when you can’t form coherent words through the hand silencing you, you try to plead with your eyes.

But the last thing you see is your failure to bargain as Toby tosses the lit match to the ground. And then the roaring flames coming to life around you.

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bunnylove369 · 4 months ago

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𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚝𝚌..

⚠️𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸⚠️

𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚝

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Masky and Tim are two completely different people, so it can be quite confusing and/or scary when they switch from one to the other, often without any obvious triggers.

Masky is into bondage and bdsm (don’t ask why, I just think he is) he loves to see you writhe underneath him, with nowhere to go because you are tied up, at the mercy of him. Also, he ties you up like he does his victims.

He will have left bruises all over your body by the time you guys are done fucking. It will look like you got into a fight with a grizzly bear with all the scratch marks, bruises, cute, etc..

Masky loves cockwarming. I can’t explain why either, he just loves the feeling of your tight heat spasming and clenching around his cock as you try your best not to move because you need that friction so bad.

He also loves to make you run through the woods as he chases you. He loves that feeling of adrenaline involved in hunting and chasing you down like an animal. He can’t wait to find you because that’s when the fun starts ;)

He calls you pet names like sweetheart, doll, doll baby, princess, mouse, etc.. he thinks these nicknames all suit you so well. He is very proud of himself that he came up with these.

Masky likes to take a shower with you. He loves to fuck you against the shower wall as you cry out his name. It’s just something about it that’s just so chef’s kiss.

He also wants to have a threesome with hoodie. Listen, I don’t make the rules here, I just write.

Before you say anything about it, yes he does shotgun his smoke (whether it be cigarette smoke or weed) into your mouth and watch you inhale and exhale it. He thinks it’s so hot (it is).

He needs to be touching you at all times. He can’t let his little love be anywhere near harm (or anything for that matter) that he isn’t in complete control of.

He likes to fuck you until you cry. Whether that be in missionary, doggystyle, or you riding him, he needs to overstimulate you until those pretty tears stream down your cheeks.

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #creepypasta smut female #creepypasta headcannons #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #crp #smut

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sharp-silver4795 · 5 months ago

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can I have bloody painter x reader cuddling/kissing headcanons?

Ofc! He’s fun to write 🤭

Bloody Painter Relationship HCs

I uh- kinda did more than cuddles…. I went full romance on this

Cuddling

He loves to spoon. Wrapping his hands around your waist or midsection makes him feel warm and giddy.

Buddy’s kinda short, so he’s not against being the little spoon!

Lays between your legs on his back with his head on your chest/abdomen when he wants attention.

Rest your chin on his shoulder and he’s in heaven.

Helen can and will sit on your lap for hugs that way. He doesn’t care if it’s atypical for a guy, he’s short and tiny and perfect teddy bear size.

Don’t tease him about it though. Especially if you’re tickling 👀

He’s impossible to tickle

Kisses

I’ve said before that he’s ass in bed, but he’ll kiss you so sweetly.

He loves you so much, he’s never been good a physically showing it.

He will kiss your head while walking by randomly.

If you’re cuddling, don’t be surprised if you get a lil red mark from him kissing you on the same spot too many times.

He’s a man of habit 🤷

He wants to kiss you every chance he can. You lips are so nice against his and he just can’t help but feel like he’s worthy in your eyes.

Every damn time he’s biting his tongue to keep him from saying pinch me. Is this real?

Date Night

He’ll ask you to come to his room, walk you to one of the highest levels of the dungeon castel, motion you to his window, show you the stars from it.

He’d take you up to the roof at dusk to show you the Earth Star (Saturn).

If you ever wanna take the relationship further (💍) he’ll always tell you no since the only rings worthy of you were stolen by Neptune.

Picnics, sleeping in, doing dishes, cleaning the castel, watching a movie and falling asleep a quarter of the way through. Those are his favorite moments.

Creepypasta Love = Insane Love

He’d never paint you. To him, being in one of his paintings is a death sentence. No matter how many times you ask, he’ll never do it.

Instead, he’ll draw others for you. Any issues you have with someone, they’ll be in his paintings.

Yes! He will kill for you. And he will do so shamelessly.

Lil blurb: Cold Nights

Info: 2nd person POV, BP is referred to as Helen & Hel cuz nicknames 🤷

Summary: It’s cold out, the heat is out, and you’re not the only one who’s chilly.

It’s cold out. The heating isn’t working- no shocker there, this place is damn near older than the country it’s in.

You curl into the sheets for warmth, and are met with no comfort. It seems like even the BED is frozen.

Hands on your arms, shivering, you scale the stairs up to the southeast tower where your boyfriend resides. Once you get to the top, you realise that this was likely a mistake. Higher altitude means it’s gonna be colder. That is, until you see that there’s… steam coming from Helen’s room.

You walk in and find that he is fresh out of a warm shower. He looks at you calmly in very warm-looking jammies. You practically waddles to him, feeling like an ice block. When your head hits his shoulder, it clicks in his head.

He walks you to his bed, lays down, and motions for you to cuddle up with him. He runs his fingers through your hair, before they rest at your cheek, to pull your face to his, kissing you softly.

He breaks the tender touch, Your mouth is cold. He laughs at your unamused stare. “Fuck you, Hel.” His laughter only grows. You snuggle up together for the night. You gotta stay warm somehow.

Divider Creds: Sister-Lucifer

I hope you liked this! Sorry if it was too much- I did a bit extra….

Feedback is always appreciated!

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noctiva · 29 days ago

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Toby with an intox kink so he gets reader all high and needy for him

DUDE I was literally just geeking about this exact concept bc one of my fave nsfw artists did this with her oc and OOOOH LORD! r u in my walls 🤨

I’ve said before tho that I won’t write noncon despite the circumstances soooo here’s my take on it <3

Dilation

Toby Rogers x F!Reader [NSFW!]

WC: 7.6k

Summary: You have a hobby of getting way too wasted around your far too loving boyfriend. So he gains a hobby of fucking you through it.

CW: 18+ content, explicit sexual content, dom/sub undertones, drugging, mildly dubious consent, like… reader is aware she’s being drugged but still, CNC I suppose, aphrodisiacs, coercion kind of, dead doveeeee, vaginal fingering, unsafe sex, wet and messy, drool and spit, creampie, hair pulling, begging + teasing, dirty talk, slight degradation, mocking, but also praise, dacryphilia, overstimulation, marking and biting, slight dummification, toby being mean hot

Reminder to separate reality from fiction! Some of the actions written here are definitely not recommended to imitate. Be safe!

NSFW under the cut! Minors do not interact!

“Open up, b-baby.”

On the edge of Toby’s bed, you sit. It’s a late Saturday night; the curtains are drawn, the lights are low, and the soft sound of some 2000s era rock song hums out from the speakers of your boyfriend’s old stereo set.

Your legs are bare, swinging off the side of the bed as you peer up at him eagerly. The bottom half of your body donned nothing but a pair of soft cotton panties. The top half, one of Toby’s old shirts. You had stolen it awhile ago, made it yours by snipping off the collar so that it would hang loosely off your shoulder.

It’s warm in his room, and so your skin is flushed a soft pink tone - making you just seem to glow in the eyes of the man who stood before you.

Toby, is fully clothed. Baggy jeans with a torn and frayed sweater. Hair pushed off of his forehead by those goofy orange goggles he loved so much. His facial expression, is the real eye-catcher though.

Dark eyes that spark with something dangerous, half-hidden behind lust-heavy drooping lids. His lips are curved into a smirk that is nothing short of devious. When he leans closer, it widens into a toothy grin, sharp canines glinting in the low light.

He reaches down with his left hand, rough calloused fingers rubbing against your cheeks when he squishes your face into a pucker. You don’t need to ask to know he wants you to part your lips.

It’s made pretty obvious, by the pretty pink pill pinched between the fingers of his right hand.

How again, did you find yourself in this situation?

It started off innocently. A few nights when you had one too many shots, which left you leaning against Toby like an anchor - skin hot and breathing laboured as you pressed your face to the crook of his neck. So woozy you could barely stand, vision swimming, your body heavy as you laid your whole weight onto him.

A few nights when you had gotten rowdier, taking substances you’d giggle off when Toby asked about them. Things that made you bubblier, made you sway on your feet and laugh at jokes that were barely even funny. Things that made your pupils blow wide.

Things that made you crave Toby’s body like he was the addictive substance.

Lucky for you, your boyfriend was nothing if not a gentleman.

He had told himself, time and time again, that he wouldn’t take advantage of you. Wouldn’t break the trust of the woman he loved so dearly. Even when you were smearing sloppy kisses up his neck as your fingers curled into the fabric of his clothes. Even when your hand wandered lower, tugging at his belt impatiently as soft little whines left your lips.

But, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t absolutely adore you like that.

All strung out and hazy, eyes unfocused with pupils dilated - staring up at him like he was a god amongst men. Your slurred speech, lips glistening with drool and bitten raw. You were a vision, an absolute vision, and you were all his. Barely even conscious, and yet he was the one you always gravitated to. Never straying, only getting needier and needier the more he denied your inebriated advances.

Your lips would wrinkle into a pout, eyes shining with unshed tears as you pawed at his clothes. Hands clumsy and movements uncoordinated. He’d hold you upright on his lap, trying to feed some water into your parched mouth, and you’d ignore him. Much more inclined to desperately grind against his clothed crotch - soaked panties staining the front of his jeans with your slick.

You were so lovely like that. And so sensitive too. He barely had to even touch you to get a reaction. Brushing a few sweaty strands of hair out of your face elicited a whine, and gently gripping your waist to keep you upright had you arching into his touch.

It was like you went into heat. A scalding hot ball of desperation and desire, pressing up to him as close as you could get - like if you tried hard enough, you could phase through his clothes.

Was it so insane, that he found it incredibly provocative?

You turned into this lust-drunk little doll, with a one-track mind seemingly only focused on getting his dick out of his pants. You’d nip and bite at his skin, whine and plead to the point where tears would spring to your eyes - desperate to get off, because the heat between your legs was too much to bear. And, in your mind, he was the only cure.

Good. That’s what he should be.

It had quickly become harder and harder to bear each time it happened, his composure weakening and his desires mounting.

“T-Toby…” You had whined low in his ear one night, heat radiating off of you as you lazily rolled your hips against his lap. “I need it. You know I need it.”

“Oh, b-believe me. I know baby.” He had chuckled softly, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your hipbones as you rocked against him. You were dressed so pretty too, for the little social gathering the two of you were sat in the corner of. A low cut little tank top and a flowy skirt, so soft to the touch.

“Then why won’t ya’ give it to me?” Your words were slurred and soft, lips brushing against the shell of his ear as you spoke. “I can feel it, you know. You’re so hard, I know you want it too.”

Of course you could. A man can only be so strong after all, so how else was he supposed to react with his scantily clad girlfriend desperately grinding against his lap? You were so warm too, your heat seeping into his skin, making his pulse skyrocket. He knew, that you’d let him do anything in the world to you right then, but he just couldn’t.

He couldn’t. He was better than that. “Just… Just let me sit on it. You don’t even gotta do anything.” Oh for fuck’s sake. “No one would notice.”

They sure as hell would. Because Toby knew, that the moment he sunk into your glorious pussy - which he knew was soaking wet and eager to take him - he wouldn’t be content with just letting you warm his cock. He’d want to fuck you proper, bounce your limp, drugged out body on his lap until you were cumming so hard it brought you to tears. Fuck you through it while he sucked on your pretty tits, seeing just how much you could take.

He would bet it was a lot. You’d probably just take it and take it, clinging to him as he clawed at your skin. Sinking into you over and over again, stretching you out around him - too dazed to tell him if it was too much.

He doubted anything would be too much for you in this state though.

But he couldn’t. Not without a heavy conscience.

“Not t-tonight, my love.” He had hummed back to you, deliberately ignoring how his cock throbbed with each roll of your hips. “I th-think you just need some wa-water.”

However, as he had said, he was only so strong. So naturally, it didn’t take him long to bring it up in conversation with you when you were sober.

“You ever n-notice how slutty you get when you’re o-off a pill?” It was such a scandalous question to be asked over breakfast, words partially muffled by the slice of toast he was shovelling into his mouth, and yet he couldn’t think of a more eloquent way to put it.

Besides, the look you had given him - completely taken aback, and maybe a little offended - was pretty funny, so he didn’t regret his choice of words one bit.

“The fuck did you just say to me?” You had snapped back at him, eyes narrowed as you pressed your elbows against the tabletop and leaned towards him.

“You h-heard me.” He snorted back to you, his expression delightfully amused with a playful eyebrow raised. Your defiant attitude was nothing but cute in his opinion. “You’re barely high ff-for an hour before you’re tryin’ to j-jump my bones.” He watched how your expression filed through a myriad of different emotions - shock, shame, embarrassment - as he took a sip of coffee. “Grinding on m-my dick like we’re the only two p-people in the room. You make such a ss-scene.”

“I…” You leaned back in your seat, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. But not as vibrant as they were when you were melting into him. “I do remember that.”

“And?” He laughed softly. “G-Got anything to say about it?”

You were silent for a few moments, nibbling your bottom lip between your teeth as your foot tapped impatiently against the wooden floor of his cabin. So flustered, he worried for a moment if he had taken things a step too far, but then you were muttering out;

“Why haven’t you ever indulged me?”

That, was how you ended up here. In Toby’s bedroom, your tongue sticking out of your mouth as your loving boyfriend placed a pill upon it.

Immediately, it started to dissolve when it met your saliva - a sight that Toby watched with a keen interest, the twisted grin never leaving his face as he took in the way it tinted your spit pink. “Y-You need water?” He asked softly, to which you shook your head before closing your mouth. “Good girl, then ss-swallow.”

You do, easily, without hesitation. Letting the drug slide down your throat as you locked eyes with the man above you. You’d think Toby was the one under the influence, with the way his pupils had blown out completely. Eyes fixated on you like you were the focal point of his entire universe, because right now - that’s exactly what you were. “That’s my g-girl.” He murmured, words dripping with nothing but adoration. “Now, we wait.” He pinched your cheek gently. “You w-wanna get comfy?”

Immediately, you’re nodding, your pulse already thumping rapidly in your chest. The effects of the drug hadn’t even started to take effect yet, but it was the anticipation that was making you antsy. Knowing that it was coming, slowly dissolving in your stomach and getting ready to circulate through your veins.

Toby gives you a sickeningly sweet smile before he’s joining you on the bed. He wraps his arms around you, gently tugging you down as he settles against the pillows placed against the headboard. You lounge against his chest, arms rested around his neck as you snuggle against him.

Your t-shirt rides high as you get comfortable, exposing the curve of your plush ass barely covered by those thin little panties. And… It’s tempting. So tempting that Toby’s fingers twitch where they’re resting on the small of your back, but he holds himself back. He can be patient. It’ll all be worth it if he just waits until the good part. “G-Gave you somethin’ Cody cooked up this t-time around.” He hums as he rubs gentle circles against your back. “He said it’ll make you f-feel real nice.”

“Yeah?” You ask softly, resting your cheek against his shoulder as you peer up at him. “He better have tested it first. I’m not trying to be one of his lab rats.”

Toby lets out a chuckle, a sound that rumbles deep in his chest - and you can feel the vibrations against your rib cage.

“‘Course he d-did.” He assured you softly, before leaning down to press a soft kiss against the crown of your head. “You really think I-I’d ever put you in danger?”

You knew he wouldn’t. There was a reason you were so inclined to get all sloppy and dazed around him. Because he kept you safe. He always kept you safe.

“No.” You murmur back to him as you relax into him more. You can feel your muscles starting to go lax, any lingering aches and pains from the stressors of the day melting away easily. It must be starting to kick in. You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, and let out a shaky sigh. “You’d never.”

“T-That’s right.” Toby breathes back to you. He can feel it as you start to melt into him, your heart thumping so rapidly in your chest that he can feel it against his own. “I-I’d kill him myself if he gave me s-somethin’ that might hurt you. He knows that t-too.”

Your eyes flutter as you press against him further. He’s so warm. So warm and he smells so good, it makes you feel dizzy every time you take a breath in. You lean up, rubbing your nose behind his ear and into his hair - drinking in the scent that had your whole body starting to heat up. He smelled like smoke and pine. Copper and tobacco. Each smell swirling together to create something that had you moaning softly as you inhaled it - your hand coming up to cup the back of his head.

There it is. Toby thinks to himself, his lips curling up into a smile as you start rubbing up onto him - your fingers shaky as they thread into his hair. “Y-You’re feeling it now, aren’t you, b-baby?” He asks lowly, squeezing your hip lightly with one hand as the other one moves upwards. “C’mon, l-look at me. Let me see that puh-pretty face.”

His other hand grasps your chin, gently tilting it upwards so that he can get a good look at you. And once he does, you leave him breathless.

Your pupils are practically swallowing your irises - like two black holes staring back at him as he looked down at you in awe. The flush you had been painted with had grown darker, a deep pink hue coating your cheeks and spreading down to your neck. You were practically panting, breathing laboured breaths through your mouth that quivered on exhale. “Ah, l-look at you.”

Toby’s hand slides up your jaw before he’s cupping your face tenderly, a look of absolute adoration in his eyes as he gazes at the spaced out look taking over your eyes. “Hah-“ He breathes out, before his hand drifts higher, using two fingers to open your eye wider. “Y-Your pupils are so big…”

When your response is nothing but a pitiful little whine, his heart rate kicks up a notch. “Oh, wow.” He murmurs. “Th-This is really the good ss-stuff, huh?” His hand trails back down your face, and you lean into his touch almost mindlessly. “How’re you feelin’, puh-pretty girl?”

“Dizzy.” You slur softly, your vision starting to swim as you try and focus on the sight of Toby’s face. Also, when did it get so hot in here? With barely any clothing on, you were still burning up - sweat starting to moisten your skin as your breathing grew ragged. “I… I feel dizzy.”

“D-Dizzy, good?” Toby asks, and then the hand on your waist starts to wander, slipping further down to graze against the curve of your ass. “Or dizzy, b-bad?” His palm splays against one cheek, and god now he feels so cool in comparison to you. You feel like you’re slowly being set on fire, and Toby’s touch - it feels like ice against your clammy skin. It’s so soothing, so good, you can’t help but arch into him.

“Dizzy… Good.” You mumble, before you’re nudging your face out of his grip. Back into the crook of your neck, you move, then parting your lips to drag your tongue against the skin there. And oh, he tastes like heaven. So much so that you let out a shaky moan that vibrates against his neck, before your hands are clawing upwards so that you can get push yourself even closer. “You… You taste good.” Your words are slurred and partially muffled, but they ring in his ears. “So good.”

“Yeah?” Toby lets out an amused little chuckle as his fingers sink into the cushy soft flesh they had been spread against - giving your ass a soft squeeze that only proves to rile you up further. “H-How good?”

“Really-“ Your fingers curl into his hair and tug, drawing him closer as your lips move against his neck - so sloppy, smearing spit against him with every touch. “Really fuckin’ good. God-“ The best way to describe it would be to say that you felt like you were drowning, or maybe… you were set on fire. Both? It was hard to even accurately determine what the hell you were feeling right then, all you knew was that every single sense of yours seemed to be working on overdrive.

Your skin was buzzing, tingling with desire every time it touched his. You could hear every little sound he made, from the rhythmic thump of his heart beat to the shaky little huffs of breath leaving his lips. The taste of his skin was somehow the sweetest thing that had ever graced your tongue. He smelled like his natural scent had been created just to make your head spin. And the way he looked right now was a whole different story.

You force yourself to pull your head out of the crook of his neck so that you can look at him, and your breathing just grows shakier. Practically panting as you stare down at him, this marvel of a man - his hair splayed against the pillows behind his head, the goggles nestled within them falling onto his forehead slowly. Everything about him just seemed so much more vibrant, more enticing. From the way he licked his dry lips and left them glistening, to how his eyes were roaming the sight of you appreciatively.

He looked like he could just devour you. And you wanted that. You wanted that bad. “Toby…” You whine softly, leaning in closer as your hands fist into the front of his hoodie. It’s hard to think proper, even harder to form words - and so you’re left pitifully clawing at his clothes whilst pressing your forehead to his. Breathing hot and heavy against his face, your eyes clouded over as you gaze down at him.

He raises an eyebrow at you playfully, and he’s not getting the hint as quickly as you need him to. Maybe that’s on purpose. Regardless, his nonchalant attitude quickly twists you into a knot. You tug at the collar of his sweater impatiently, your hands clumsy as you let out a soft disgruntled mewl. You need this stupid fabric off now. Needed more of his skin on yours. Needed him to cool you down before you burst into flames.

With how your vision was already swimming, you don’t even notice when frustrated tears begin building up in your eyes - but Toby does instantly.

“H-Hey, shh…” He hushes you softly the moment those sweet tears start to build, bringing his hand up to gently cup your cheek. You lean into it immediately, eagerly drinking up the feeling of his skin against yours. It’s so soft, so grounding. Everything that you need right now. “There’s no n-need to start cryin’ a-already. Just gotta t-tell me what you need.”

He knew what you needed. It was pretty damn obvious. But, he wanted to hear you say it. And besides, the way you were slurring and stumbling over your words right now was downright adorable. It was like you were melting in his hands.

You take in a few gasping breaths, trying to steady your breathing but doing so in vain, before you part your lips. Normally, when you’re under the influence your mouth is dryer than a desert, but whatever the hell Cody gave you had the exact opposite effect. You can feel drool pooling in your mouth, and when you try to speak some of it comes dripping out - hitting the front of Toby’s sweater and staining it.

A sight that immediately had Toby’s cock jumping. He made a mental note to give that lab freak a sincere ‘thank you’ after all of this was over. You slurp up the excess saliva threatening to spill over again and swallow it down, before you’re finally managing out a few shaky words.

“I need this off.” You breathe as you tug at his sweater again to further enunciate your point. “Pants too.” You add, all shyness lost of you as you struggle to keep a clear head. “Need you naked.”

Toby cracks a grin, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. You were so fucking cute like this. Your usual filter completely gone, not caring how desperate you sounded if it meant you would get him inside you sooner. His thumb hooks into your mouth, then it’s stretching your lips as he tugs your cheek to the side to expose your teeth. Immediately, drool starts dripping down his thumb before sliding down his wrist and dirtying the sleeve of his sweater.

“S-Such a mess.” He murmurs softly, his words completely awestruck. You’re just bending to his will so easily, letting him push and pull you into whatever he saw fit. It seemed like just the feeling of his skin alone was just taking you higher, if the way you melted into his touch was anything to go by. “You want me t-to fuck you that b-bad?”

“Yes-“ You immediately gasp out. And just the idea of that being a possibility has the heat you’re coated in spiking to a suffocating degree. It’s searing across your skin, travelling down and settling deep in your gut. Down further, it makes your cunt throb, already dampening the material of your panties and he hadn’t even touched you yet. “Please.”

And Toby knows it. He can tell by the way you’ve started pathetically rutting against him, your hips chasing any sort of stimulation to placate you. His poor girl was burning up. He’d bet you were just dying for it.

“Yeah?” He whispers, his voice low and gravelly - the sound seemingly fine tuned to resonate deep in the pit of your stomach. “Sh-Should I find out if you’re r-ready for it?”

He brings his free arm down to wedge between your two bodies, making sure to drag his hand across your abdomen the whole way down. You arch into it, gasping at the slightest touch, but it’s when his fingers meet the fabric of your underwear that you completely jolt. Your hips immediately kick forwards, trying to speed up the process of getting him where you need him most. “You’re ss-so impatient.” Toby chuckles darkly. “Is it r-really that bad?”

It’s only seconds later that he answers his own question. He wastes no time slipping his hand below the waist line of your panties, fingers dipping into your folds. When he does, even he can’t help but gasp. You’re absolutely soaked. Dripping with slick that coats his fingers upon contact.

Toby can feel you throb under his touch, your clit already so swollen and desperate - so hot, he can feel the heat completely radiating off of you. “Oh, it is.” He murmurs out, his voice growing hoarser by the minute. He rubs you gently, not dipping inside you yet, just spreading around all the slick that was leaking out of you. He catches your clit between two fingers and pinches it lightly, an action that had you completely crumpling.

You choke out the most delicious noise Toby’s ever heard you produce, wetting his hoodie with saliva as you press your head against his chest with a mouth hung agape. “Oh, p-poor baby.” He coos gently, unable to help the sly grin on his face as he starts working you over with slow gentle circles of his fingers. It’s not enough pressure to satisfy you, he knows that, but the way you squirm and cry to try and get more is just so lovely. “Why d-don’t you tell me how bad you n-need it?”

It’s a cruel ask right now. You’re gasping out mindless babble against his chest, fingers curling into his sweater so tight he’s convinced you might just rip it. Your eyes are so far away and foggy, it doesn’t look like you have a single thought bouncing around in the pretty little head of yours.

Just from his fingers too. Just from his fingers playing with your clit. He hadn’t even sunk them into you yet.

God, you were a dream.

“T-Toby-“ You slur out, eyes drooping as you roll your hips back to meet his movements - grinding against his fingers to add the pressure he was refusing to give you. “I need it. I can’t-“ The heat was starting to mount, the knot in your stomach tying so tight it made your thighs quiver. “Anything. Just give me anything. Please.”

“Anything?” Toby raises an eyebrow. He can feel the way you’re starting to shake, brows pinching together as your little moans grow higher in pitch. Already so close. Just one of many for the night. “So, I c-can just fuck you with my fingers then? Th-That would satisfy you?”

“No.” You cry, your voice so desperate and whiny it made his chest tighten. His pants were even tighter though, a fact that he had been choosing to ignore up until now just to give you his undivided attention. If he was being honest, he could probably cum just from watching you. Watching how you melted into a delicious puddle of drool and tears.

“You said a-anything.” He laughs softly, absolutely enamoured with your pitiful state. He could keep you like this forever. Keep you teetering on the edge as you begged for him with tears clinging to your lashes.

“Mean.” You whine softly. You’re still rutting against him, soaking his hand with your essence, and you’re so close. You just need a little more. “You’re so mean.”

“I g-guess I am.” He hums back to you, so sickly amused by the display in front of him. His free hand trails down your neck before cupping your breast, kneading the soft flesh through the fabric of your t-shirt. “I’m the one who g-got you so fucked up. I should p-probably be nicer, hm?”

“Please.” You slur out again, your expression wrinkled with pleasure as you gasp against his chest. The way he’s grasping your tit is rough, almost painful, but it’s just what you need right now. So mind-numbingly good, the way all of these sensations are playing against one another.

“Alright, a-alright.” Toby chuckles softly. To be honest, he’s really only conceding because he’s getting impatient. He can practically smell the arousal wafting off of you in waves, and he thinks he might just combust if he doesn’t get himself buried in your quivering body as soon as possible.

But first, he’s got to make you cum. Which, is an almost laughably easy task right now.

All it takes is a little more pressure, and a little more speed. Rubbing tight circles against your swollen bud, pinching your nipple softly with his other hand.

And just like that, you’re melting.

You practically sob into his chest, clawing at his shoulders as your whole body trembles from the force of your orgasm. He can feel the warmth of it against his fingers as more slick gushes out of you, making a mess out of you both. “There you g-go.” He whispers in your ear softly, still rolling gentle circles against you to guide you through the waves of pleasure.

Only once you start whining as drawing your hips back from the sensitivity, does he relent. But, not for long.

Your world spins in an array of blurred shapes and colours when he grabs you by the waist and flips you both around. So dazed, you barely even realize what’s happened until you feel him nestling between your thighs - the bulge in his jeans pressing eagerly up against your sopping wet cunt. “You can still t-take more, right?”

The question more so swims around your ears than actually enters them, his voice sounding far away and foggy. So, it takes you a few moments to reply - too focused on the sight you’re greeted with when your eyes lift to try and focus on his face.

He’s brought his hand, shining with your release, up to his face. Then, he’s licking it clean. One finger after another, sucking up everything you gave him like it was the sweetest nectar.

“Y-Yeah.” You choke out, sinking into the sheets below you as you part your legs further. Giving him ample access to everything he could possibly want.

“Though ss-so.” He hums softly, before finally - finally - tugging his sweater off of his torso. Immediately, your eyes feast on the sight. His lean but muscular body, littered with scars that only added to the appeal. His hand reaches for the buckle of his belt, which directs your gaze down lower, and just the sight of his happy trail has your mouth watering all over again.

You watch in a daze as his fingers languidly undo his belt, clearly not in a rush - but you definitely were. Despite cumming once you’re still aching, still burning, still needing him more than you ever have before. “Hah, you’re drooling a-again.” Toby snickers as he tugs the belt from its loops and drops it to the ground. The button of his jeans gets popped next, and then comes his zipper. “Is there e-even a thought in that pretty h-head anymore?” He starts tugging his jeans down his hips. “Besides dick, I m-mean.”

Short answer? No. Your mind was wiped clean, then filled with nothing but thoughts of how badly you needed him to stuff you full. How you needed to fuck you to tears, how much you wanted to feel his cum flood your cunt. But, you’re a little too compromised to say that, so instead you just mutter;

“Nuh uh.” And it’s the cutest thing Toby’s ever heard. He was so fucking in love with you it hurt, and especially now. With this brainless little doll sprawled out on the sheets below him, your eyes bleary and your cheeks stained with tear tracks.

He kicks his jeans off in record time, and then your shirt comes next. It’s off even quicker, tossed off to some far corner of the room. You wouldn’t be needing it any time soon. Then, he just takes a moment to really look at you.

Limbs near limp and heavy, skin flushed all the way down to your stomach. Your tits heave with every gasping breath you take, nipples perked up so prettily. Down lower, he notes how tense your abdomen is, then lower where the insides of your thighs glisten with the mess that seeped out of your core.

“F-Fuck, you’re beautiful like this.” He breathes as his eyes roam you appreciatively. They drift back to your face, and he cracks a grin before letting out a soft hum of contemplation.

Then, he reaches up into his own hair, snagging the goggles that were still resting there. He tugs them off, and just moments later he’s leaning down to place them on your own head - nestling them within the sweat slick stands. “Ah, ss-so cute.” He chuckles softly, before gently nudging your chin. “My girl. A-Ain’t that right?”

You give him a shaky nod, breathing out heavy huffs of breath through your mouth as you watch his other hand reach downwards. You’re not really in the state of mind to put two and two together, but when you feel his cock slap against your thigh just moments later - it’s made pretty clear that he was tugging his boxers off. “And I’m g-gonna give my girl what she w-wants.”

His hands roam down the expanse of your body, leaving tingling trails in their wake before one comes to settle on your waist. Giving you a nice form squeeze. The other one, far too impatient now, doesn’t even tug your panties off fully. Just tugs them to the side, revealing your mesmerizing core. “Gonna f-fuck you dumber than you already a-are right now.” You feel it when he grinds his length against you, sliding against your heat, getting all nice and lubed up with your slick. It a sensation that makes your thighs quiver, back arching when the head of his cock catches on your clit. “W-Want me to stretch you out f-first? Or do you think you c-can take it?”

“I can take it.” You answer immediately, absolutely intoxicated by the feeling of having him so close. So close to giving you just what you need. At this point, it doesn’t matter to you if it hurts, you may just start crying if you’re not stuffed full in the next coming moments.

Toby had expected that answer. But actually hearing it makes his cock throb against you.

“Th-That’s what I thought.” He hums, and if you weren’t such a cock-drunk mess you might’ve slapped him for how arrogant he looked. But with your brain feeling so gooey, there was no room for annoyance in your head. Only white hot lust, bordered by the absolute adoration you held for the man above you.

The love struck daze you’re swimming in only grows more potent when you feel the head of his cock press against your entrance. Slowly, he pushes in, gentle (for now) even though his entire body is just screaming at him to plunge into you completely. Because, fuck, how is it that you’ve never felt better?

So tight, but so relaxed. Your walls eagerly sucking him in, wrapping each inch he sunk into you with velvety warmth. He could feel you pulse around him, just tensing around him more the deeper he got. It’s heavenly. To the point where by the time he’s fully seated, his breathing is just as ragged as yours.

With hazy vision Toby’s gaze catches on the sight of it - his cock completely swallowed up by your welcoming cunt, dripping slick down onto him and he hadn’t even moved yet. It’s the sound of a soft whine that has his eyes snapping up to your face.

Your brows are pinched together, mouth hung agape as you gasp for breath - fingers curled into the bedsheets beneath you, gripping on for dear life. You’re such a damn mess, and he’s barely even gotten started. It’s an exhilarating sight. “F-Feels good?” He asks softly as he nudges his hips forwards just a bit more, nestling into you as far as he could. “This what you n-needed?”

That was an understatement. He made you feel whole again. His cock sinking into you like a puzzle piece falling into place. Stretching you out just right, pressed so deep it made your thighs tremble. Barely able to form words, you let out an absolutely pitiful sound in response. A needy whine, sounding gargled as excess saliva pooled in your mouth.

Your heart is racing in your chest, possibly to a worrying degree, but you don’t care. How could you, when you feel so incredibly good? It’s the type of pleasure that makes your head spin, makes your whole body buzz as you lie beneath him.

Then, the most glorious thing happens.

Toby feels it happen before he watches you crumble apart for the second time. Your walls tense around him to a maddening degree, before your whole body is wracked with ecstasy so intense it couldn’t be put into words. Cumming for the second time, clawing at the sheets beneath you, just from the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you. He hadn’t even moved. He didn’t need to. You had been so hungry for it that the moment he fulfilled your desires, you were coming undone like a sweater with a loose string.

“H-Holy fuck.” Toby gasps out, fingernails biting into your hips as you tremble beneath him. Your pussy contracting and relaxing around him to a rhythmic beat, trying in earnest to milk him dry even though he had barely even started. And man, how in the hell is he supposed to hold back after that? “I sh-should get you like this more often.” He’s muttering, before drawing his hips back.

He doesn’t give you time to adjust. In his opinion, you’re well past warmed up. So when he’s sinking back into you again it’s in a quick, fluid motion. Burying himself back into your heat completely, then doing it again and again and again.

The pace he picks up is relentless. Fast snaps of his hips that make your whole body jolt. So pliant in his arms, you can to do nothing but take it - sliding back and forth on the sheets every time he pulls you back to meet his thrusts.

You’d swear you could feel him in your fucking lungs. You can barely breathe. Choking out moans and sobs as drool drips down your chin. It’s too much, not enough, and everything all at once. Making your already fuzzy mind feel hazier, unable to think past the feeling of his cock sliding against your convulsing walls.

In all honestly, you felt like you were floating. Your whole body feeling light and loose. The only thing that was really keeping you grounded, was the feeling of Toby’s calloused fingers pressing deep into your hips.

And in Toby’s eyes, you’ve never looked more beautiful. He’s captivated by absolutely everything about you. How your jaw hangs open in ecstasy, letting the more gorgeously wrecked sounds bounce of the walls of his bedroom. The sight of your skin rippling every time his hips smack against yours. Your sweat frizzed hair, sticking to your forehead and fanning out against the pillow beneath you.

The goggles he had placed on you were slipping further and further down with each brutal thrust, and it’s such an endearing visual. Not to mention, the way you feel.

Your pussy is heavenly, and if he had the choice, he’d never stop fucking you. So hot and tight, velvety walls clinging to him like you never wanted to let him go. It’s almost primal, the way his mind goes blissfully blank - focused on nothing but the need to pump your desperate cunt full of his cum until you’re dripping with it. Then, he’d fuck it right back into you.

“Th-This what you’ve been wanting?” He pants out, before leaning down low to press his face into the crook of your sweat-slick neck. You smell so incredibly good too, and when he parts his lips you taste even better. He’d almost be worried that maybe the drug was somehow rubbing off on him, but that wasn’t even it and he knew it. You were just addictive. You were his drug. “W-Wanted me to get you all drugged up and d-dumb, so I could fuck you like the s-slut you are?”

His words are harsh, but he breathes them out in the most infatuated tone you’ve ever heard. So mean, but so sweet all at the same time. Because he loved you like this. Barely coherent, just a heap of filthy desires, but you were all his. You trusted him to have you like this. Because you knew he’d treat you right.

He always treated you right.

When his teeth sink into your neck, you’re arching up into him immediately. It hurts, of course it does with those uncannily sharp canines of his, but it hurts in the most delicious way. Breaking through the waves of pleasure with a piercing ache, the contrast sending you reeling. Your heavy arms somehow find the will to lift, just so that you can grasp onto him - nails digging deep into the skin of his shoulders. “Th-There you are.” He murmurs once he releases your skin from his teeth. “Was wondering w-when you were gonna bring out the claws.”

His hands slip down lower, under the curve of your ass, each palm splaying against a cheek and spreading you open wider. His stamina - ever enviable - never faltered, his cock railing into you at that same merciless speed. Like he was trying to carve the shape of himself into the innermost parts of you, leaving his mark on you indefinitely. “Y-You feel so fuckin’ good.” You hear his breathless voice in your ear. “S-So good, baby. Y-You were made for me, y’know that?”

“Uh huh.” You’re gasping back to him, hiccuping out the words with a great deal of struggle. You’re far too focused on the fact that you can feel that heat building up again, just growing in intensity every time the head of his cock pressed against your gspot. You rake your nails down his back, with enough pressure to leave angry red streaks by the morning. Maybe even enough to draw blood.

That was alright, it wasn’t like he could feel it anyway. All he could feel was the pressure of you clinging onto him, with a desperation that made his thrusts falter.

“Y-You’re close again, aren’t you?” He huffs out against your neck. “Hah, f-fuck you’re amazing. I could fuck this pussy for d-days.”

You’d let him, and he knew that too. “Go on, g-give me one more.”

Like you were under a spell, the coil snaps at the sound of his voice. And this time, it hits you even harder than the others. You would swear you completely blacked out for a moment, eyes rolling back as your cunt gushed all over him. Even more so, when he just kept fucking you right through it. “J-Jesus fuck-“

It was a feeling Toby would never be able to even begin to describe. How beautifully your body responded to him, hot sticky release coating his cock and pelvis as he sunk into you over and over again. Your pussy was gripping him like a vice, and you- Well, you looked exactly like he wanted you to be.

Fucked dumb. Eyes glazed over as tears roll down your cheeks, drool smeared against your skin and bubbling in the corners of your mouth as you choke out sobs and cries. You were beautiful. So, agonizingly beautiful. “A-Ah, you’re gone aren’t you?” He reaches up and gently slaps your cheek, a feeling that just makes you let out a little mewling sound. “S-So cute.”

He curls his body over yours, pressing your thighs up until they’re nearly touching your chest, and he goes to town. Chasing his release, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing loudly off the walls. If he could, he’d hold back, keep you like this until you could both barely move - but well, he is still just only human.

So, he really can’t help it when he’s tumbling over the edge mere moments later. Once, twice, three times his hips meet yours before he’s pressing in deep - nestling right up against your cervix before he’s spilling into you.

You feel the heat of his cum flooding your cunt. How he pumps you so full that it starts gushing out as he lazily thrusts into you. Making you drip with it, just like he wanted to.

And it feels good. So good. A satisfying warmth spreading within you, marking you his from the inside out.

Even once he’s sated, he stays nestled deep within you. His arms wrap around your limp body, pulling you up and close to his chest whilst his cock slowly softens. “S-So good for me.” He murmurs breathlessly, pressing his face into your hair and taking in a shaky gasp of air. “I love you ss-so much.”

“Love you too.” You manage out, though it’s a chore to even open your mouth right now. You feel so incredibly drained, your whole body may as well have been sinking through the mattress with how heavy it felt.

It’s no surprise, when you find yourself drifting to sleep just moments later.

And when you finally wake up again, things are noticeably different. You’re sore, still shaky, and still so incredibly tired - but you’re cleaned up now.

Skin wiped pristine, hair pulled up into a haphazard bun, an oversized t-shirt hanging off of your body. You’re… Confused, to say the least. Considering that the last time you were conscious, you were still stuffed with Toby’s cock.

You blink the sleep out of your eyes, and bring a hand up to rub them, trying to ignore the headache you could feel creeping up on you.

Then, the bedroom door creaks open, and all of your questions are answered.

“H-Hey, baby. Finally awake?” Toby walks into the room with a glass of water in hand, still bare save for the baggy sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He makes his way over to you with a soft smile on his face, before he’s standing right before you. “How’re you f-feelin’?”

He reaches down, gently brushing a few pieces of hair out of your eyes, the look of love in his eyes so potent it was palpable.

“Like I got hit by a truck.” You answer back honestly, your voice still hoarse. You clear your throat a few times, before continuing. “My whole body’s sore.”

Toby lets out a little hum of acknowledgment as he trails his fingers down the side of your face. Though, you can tell he’s not the least bit sorry about it.

“Sore… Bad?” He murmurs. “Or, ss-sore, good?”

And you just can’t help but let out a little huff of laughter.

“Sore, good.”

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hello lovely people <3

This was an absolute joy to write tbh I love it when toby’s a mean little shit

I’m gonna try and pump out a few asks while editing my big fic yaaaaay

thank you for reading!

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