#toby grummet x reader

[carloswilliamcarlos]

I’ve really enjoyed your writing and posts and was wondering if you’d be into doing a one shot or headcanons for Toby with a virgin reader? With some lovin on her tits? I loved your tarot one shot! Only if you’re feeling it though, no pressure! Just thought it might be a different idea to run with🙃x

Um hi you have killed me with this. I hope you enjoy the incoherent nonsense that follows.

Toby’s fingers twirl with yours, sliding between them, tracing them knuckle to knuckle, wrapping them inside his so you can both admire how big and strong his hands look holding yours, how small and sweet your hands look holding his. 

You’re shoulder to shoulder on his bed, arms stretched together up above your faces. Your day off had been spent exploring the city, snapping portraits of each other, indulging in dinner and drinks. And now you’re curled up together, still totally clothed, but so, so close.

“This is your love line,” Toby says, his voice vibrating in the air around you. He sweeps his thumb along a random line running through your palm. 

“What does it mean?” you ask, knowing he’s bullshitting every word.

“If you have a long love line, it means you’re very, very loved,” he says, bringing his index finger to point at the center of your palm. “And yours is very,” he continues, tracing his finger down over your wrist, “very,” sweeping it down to the crook of your elbow, “very,” running it up your upper arm and over your shoulder to your chin, tilting your face toward his, “very long.”

Toby leans in the last few inches to kiss you, wrapping your lips in his sensuous pink pout. His tongue is quick to slide against yours, tasting the last hint of your cranberry cocktail. The hand at your chin wraps around the side of your neck, claiming you with a grip you’re not sure is more protective or possessive.

Emboldened with need, you sweep a leg over and straddle him. His hands draw to your waist, pulling you down toward him. They dip under your shirt at your lower back, sliding up and exposing your skin inch by inch. Soon they reach your bra strap, popping it open at the clasp. 

You sit up with surprise and Toby follows, raising your clothes over your head and throwing them across the room. On instinct, you cross your arms over yourself, covering your bare chest. 

“What’s wrong?” Toby asks with genuine concern, his hands hovering at your sides, not daring to touch you. 

“Nothing,” you shake your head, eyes cast down at the blankets. “I just haven’t… really… done this… before.” You bite your lip in uncertainty, looking up through your lashes to gauge Toby’s reaction.  

“Mi tesoro,” he mutters. He reaches up to brush a hand sweetly against your face. “Do you want me to stop?” 

You can’t shake your head fast enough. 

With a smile, Toby meets your lips in a sinful kiss. He pores into you, teases you, tastes you, devours you with his plush, skillful kiss. You steady yourself with hands on his broad shoulders. He soon dips down your neck, hands now grabbing at your hips and rolling his own subtly up against you. 

His warm hands slide up your sides to rest at your ribcage. His thumbs trace along the undersides of your breasts. Still connected at the lips, you take this hands in yours and guide them up over your tits, giving him permission to feel you. The moan that leaves his mouth is nothing short of filthy, 

He squeezes them gently, feeling the weight of them in his palms. He teases his thumbs over your nipples, brushing softly back and forth over the buds until they harden. You feel every tiny touch right down to your clit, your pussy growing hotter wetter by the second. 

His lips drop to press a few hungry kisses to your neck and he circles arms around your waist, pulling you closer so you’re kneeling as your straddle him, your tits right in his face. His kisses trail down across your collarbone, over your sternum and to the valley between your breasts, where he licks a long, wet stripe. He revels in the way your chest heaves as you inhale and exhale so deeply, desire clouding your senses. 

Toby wraps his hands around the sides of your breasts again, brings his mouth to your left nipple and licks over it in a slow, silky circle, It’s soft at first until he points his tongue so you can feel the pressure of his every move. His tongue flits rapidly against the bud, teasing you with little kitten licks. Then he sucks your nipple into his mouth, sucking as much as he can as hard as he can, pulsing over and over and massaging it with his tongue until he lets it slip out from between his lips, a single strand of saliva connecting it. He does the same thing with the other, hot breath leaving his nose in desperate puffs as he devours you. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t dripping now, if you said you couldn’t feel the thick, hard length of him pressing against your thigh each time you rock your hips. You’d be lying if you said you don’t want more, need more. But it’s also so much, so fast. And you have all the time in the world. This has to be enough… for tonight. 

You tell him this in so many words as you swing your leg off of him and slide off the bed to search for your clothes. 

“What?” he asks, following you with a shocked little open-mouthed stare. “You’re leaving?”

“I’ll see you again soon,” you smile, pulling your top over your head and giving him one last glance at your bare body. You bend over and grab  your bra from the ground and take it with you to the bed, where you lean over to give Toby a final kiss. “Until then,” you say, pressing your bra to his lap, “keep this safe for me.”

His fingers curl around it as his gaze follows you to the door, a dazed half-smile the last thing you see as you click it closed behind you.

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FLUFF

new additions added 14 Nov:

 Toby adores your kisses

SMUT/NSFW

Innamorata 

Guessing Games - drunk!Toby, phone sex, specifically a plus-size Reader.

Award Season -  drunk! and tipsy!Toby, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, voluptuous!Reader.

More to Give -  Sappy smut. Toby is just so gotdamn in love with you, he can’t control himself… or his cock. So much kissing, so much cum; it is ridiculous

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[sacklerscumrag]

Entre Las Montañas

Toby Grummett X Female Reader

Part II of II

PART I

Notes: Sorry about the short update but my heads all over the place lol

Warnings: a little arguing

Word Count: 811

ao3

"Toby I..." Toby glared into your eyes; an eternity passed before you could process what had just been said. Your hand intuitively came up to smooth through his loose hair framing his face. He huffed when he felt the stroke of your skin on his, almost nestling into your palm. "It's been so long; I need a minute..." Toby pursed his lips together, inhaling profoundly before releasing you. 

"A minute? I thought you felt something." His brows knitted as the sudden realization washed over him. "You don't love me...is that it?" Toby felt vulnerable, laying out the feelings he kept buried for so long only for them to be thrown in his face by the most significant person in his life. His hands fluttered in dramatic gestures as he paced back and forth, going off on a tangent in a hushed tone. 

"That's not fair. There wasn't enough time. You left. You took off without saying a damn word." You bellowed. 

"That's not true, and you know it." He turned towards you. "I went to see you the night of the premiere. And do you remember what you were doing? Because I fucking do." Toby's heart sank in his chest; the memories of that night burned in his mind throughout the years. His eyes darkened, reminding him of that night. Seeing you in the arms of another man as he approached to confess his love for you minutes before the movie began screening. The gut-wrenching feeling still so vivid as he forced himself to walk away from you that night. "I walked into the theater, and you were practically eating that assholes face off."

"He kissed me. Besides, maybe if you stuck around long enough, you would know I refused him."

"And why is that?"  

"Because of you!" Toby halted at your tone, caught off guard by your sudden shout. "Goddammit, Toby, here's a lot of things I would've told you if I had the chance." Toby turned around and walked towards you, standing inches from your face.

"Well, now's your fucking chance; tell me." It was barely a whisper, the desperation seeping through the cracks in his voice. You averted your gaze downward, allowing yourself a moment to gather your thoughts. Your eyes met his once again, and with every fiber of your being, you told him the truth.

"I would've told you how much I loved you. How I felt when I was with you. The way my chest tightens every time you look at me like you're attempting to figure me out somehow. How when I was with you, I felt like I could do anything. Be anything...and I especially would've told you how loved you made me feel. Every second of every day we spent together." Toby smirked, a warmth blossoming in his chest, knowing you felt the same way. "But...I would've also told you how much you hurt me when you left. How it felt to know you chose this "life" over me. How much everything changed when you were gone. How I changed." His eyes quickly filled with tears, mouth falling slightly open but unsure of what to say.

"I didn't know... I'm..." Toby cleared his throat. "I'm sorry." He brought his hands on either side of your face, the surrounding sunset paling in comparison to the look in his eyes. "Listen to me. What I feel for you is far greater than anything I've ever felt in my life." His crooked smile once again settling on his face. "It's always been you, Amor. You are the only one who I can never get tired of talking to. The one I wouldn't mind losing my sanity for and trust me, I've already gone crazy once." You chuckled as he continued. "There is nothing I fear more in this world than the day I can no longer look into your eyes and tell you how much I love you." His thumb caught a tear as it fell from your eye. You were in disbelief, bringing your hands over Toby's as if to make sure this was all real. 

You closed the space between you, hands fumbling over each other in failed attempts to bring the other closer—both of your lips crashing into each other as if starved. Your hand tangled in his hair with an unspoken urgency tilting your head, giving him access to the bare skin on your neck. Toby walked you back towards the blanket, taking a seat and bringing you down with him, guiding you to straddle his broad frame. His lips swiftly found yours once more, hands grasping your ass as your hips ground down on his crotch with every swipe of his tongue. Toby quickly shifted his weight, laying you on your back against the soft blanket on the grass.

"Te amo." Toby whispered into the kiss.

"I love you too."

[eddiesfaerie]

WIP Title Sampler

thank you for the tag my loves @worm800 @star-killer-md ily guys <333

WIP sampler rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

- untitled and LONG priest!Clyde Logan x reader set in 1910, Arizona

- season 1 baby Sackler SMUT with @worm800

- a series of vampire!Kylo fics with @worm800

- (thinking about) mean director Toby Grisoni/Grummet

- (thinking about) brat tamer/daddy Flip 

i really don’t know if anyone has any questions or inquiries about these but don’t feel shy about asking <3

tagging: @clumsycopy @strongtwiheart @carloswilliamcarlos @ohdamnadam and anyone who wants to share <3 also dont feel obligated if you dont wanna share! :)

[in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather]

Prompts/Requests Masterpost

-  Clyde falls for his physical therapist

- Sackler steals you from your wedding

- Flip needs your panties off

- You buy Clyde flowers on your first date

- Jude is humiliated in front of you

- Charlie falls apart for you & Charlie vents to you

- You and Clyde lose your baby

- You are catcalled and Adam is with you

- Flip makes a mistake and apologizes

- The boys help you when a jerk steals your cab

- The boys help you when a jerk steals your cab (part 2)

- RC is sick and Jude is running out of time with her

[jynzandtonic]

toby’s mustache <333 that’s it, that’s all I have to say lmao ty

I LIVE FOR THE TOBY STACHE. Also I love the fuck outta you. And uhmmm....

Are we talking like, mustache rides hehehe!?! 

Or the way it scritchy-scratchies against your cheeks and cupid’s bow when he kisses you?

Or maybe a little bit of both?

You love being able to taste your cum on his mustache when you kiss him—he fucking loves it, too

Whether he has you on your back or you’re riding his face, the way his facial hair scratches against your pussy lips while he laves at your clit drives you wild  

He has a special little brush to comb it down with. You give him just as much shit for that as you do for his loafers

He shaves with an old-fashioned straight razor he found at a vintage store in Madrid. Sometimes, he’ll let you lather him up and shave him—the whole experience is extremely intimate 

He shaved it off once and grew it back immediately. He said his upper lip ‘got too cold’ without it *eyeroll*

[jynzandtonic]

you know toby gets a lot of pussy when a beautiful women he's attracted to starts kissing on him and he'd rather watch a shitty film he made in college lmfao 🤭 I would be such a lil brat if he was ignoring me like that -🍯

(2/2) a subby vibe tonight you say? 👀 that gifset of toby is making me feel things, he's so underrated. I love him 🤤 -🍯

YAYAYAYUPPPP. It made me ~feel~ things too, Honeybaby. This is a little reimagining of that gifset feat some brattiness and switchery >:) Please accept these Toby thots. 

(cw: feminine reader, please ignore Olga Kurylenko in this gif as gorgeous as she is)

Toby is Narcissus and the college film project is his pond.

He’s engrossed—eyes glued to the screen lustfully, analyzing every camera angle and bit of shot composition. Sure, he’s grown as a director and filmmaker since then... but goddamn, he did good work.

You slink over—your black dress hugging every succulent curve of your body—and sink down next to him where he sits.

His white shirt is unbuttoned already, bare chest exposed. His lips are plump and parted. His cock is half hard in his chinos. You can hardly decide which part of him you want to grind your stiff clit on.

Leaning over for a kiss, you tease your lips at the side of his mouth. He searches you out, but keeps his gaze on the film.

“Mi amor…” you pout, nipping at his lower lip.

“Mariposa, I’m busy…”

“It’s boring,” you jab. You don’t really think so, but you love to make him mad.

“I made this, estrella,” he chides. 

You trail your hand down his torso, finding the buckle of his slim leather belt. You take your time unfastening it, watching his body respond to your touch. His chest starts to heave. Even if his attention is elsewhere, he can never fully resist you.

“Baby, I’m watching this.”

You push him down and to the side, straddling his head where he lies on the floor. Pulling your panties to the side, you settle your cunt directly over his mouth.

“Not anymore,” you say.