#toby rogers x you

[huhcat]

My savior.

Heyoo! I come with some angsty thingies, hurr hurr. This is my first time doing something like this, so please excise if this is too amateur or whatever, lol.

Disclaimer, English is not my first language, and I think I still write a lot of mistakes, so do forgive that.

Cw: angst, undereating, being held captive, Toby is a manipulator, hhh...

Yeah, I think that's it. :)

You had forgotten what the problem was at this point. The only thing you knew was that you were not at fault here.

You, however, felt bad, for your boyfriend was somehow guilt tripping you, manipulating you into thinking that it was your fault to be in this situation when you decided to laugh a little too much at Tim's jokes.

Toby was, by no means, a Saint. Even the other creeps knew not to mess with him, especially considering the fact that he was unpredictable. You never knew what his reaction would be, making him a ticking bomb ready to explode at any second.

He locked you in his room, which was as messy as ever. For whatever reason, Toby had nailed some boards to his window, making the room dark and reeking of humidity. It also did not help that the light bulb went out a long time ago, and Toby didn't want to fix it yet.

He decided that the best thing to do was to seclude you from everyone so that no one would take you away... So that you wouldn't dare cheat on him again with Tim.

He'd bring you some food every once in a while, but judging by what he served you, you only ate breakfast and dinner. The rest of the day you'd spend locked in the room, cold and dark, waiting for this punishment to be over.

It would be really hard to convince Toby that you were "ready" to go out again, since he thought that if you, by any chance, even dared to look a little too long to anyone else, you would be betraying him. Cheating on him with whomever that person were.

Days passed like this, still locked in his room.

At least you had his company, him toying with your hair as you sobbed in place, both of you sitting on his bed as he told you that this was for your own good, that you only had to learn to have eyes for him and him only. He would say that this would pass as long as you learned your lesson, but... at what cost?

By the time he let you out, it had been a month. You came to realize that Toby would tell the others that you were sick, how a horrible cold got to you, then you coincidentally started feeling dizzy and vomiting after you were "healed."

Of course, you looked emaciated. You weren't the person you used to be before.

This time, you made sure to stick close to Toby. To speak only to Toby.

There was no one else you needed, other than Toby.

He who gave you his love even when he locked you up, He who cherished you even when you were such a horrible person, He who loved you through think and thin even when you dared speak to others.

He gave you solace, company, love...

And isn't that what good boyfriends do?

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[crazyfor-toby]

hi!! First of all happy belated birthday no idea when you’ll see this but 🥳 I just wanted to see if you could just do some general kinda fluff for Toby and any other of your choosing during like the crush stage

also you are an amazing writer and incredibly creative whoever the douchebag who stood you up is doesn’t deserve you so get yourself a better man bc if anyone deserves it it’s you<3

so yeah that’s the end of my little rant and feel free to just ignore this ask, put yourself first!

-A ❤️

Summary :: Toby during the crush stage

Notes :: thank you so much!🤭 You are too sweet! btw I didn't know which Toby you wanted so I js did High school Toby but I can always change it if you want and make another one for him💟 I'm prob going to add Jeff later but I js wanted to get this out as soon as possible

Warnings :: none that I can think of except for the usual cursing

Readers gender :: None assigned, gender neutral

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This guy is so fucking mean for no reason but hates whenever anyone else is mean to you

He bullies you because he doesn't know how to respond to his own emotions and he has absolutely 0 experience. Plus, he thinks you're only talking to him to mess with him at first

I can see him falling for someone because they were nice to him or because he found them physically attractive as bad as it may sound to some people. But, he does know when someone is only being nice because they feel bad or they are just trying to mess with his feelings he just wants to be treated like a normal human being not get made fun of or have people be overly nice to him because of his disorders but we can get more into those emotions another time.

Even though he can most of the time tell the difference between genuine kindness and people feeling bad, sometimes he may think that people are messing with him when they actually are being genuinely nice because he overthinks everything and lets his bad thoughts take over a lot of the time.

Would definitely zone out while staring at you as he bites his nails and hands... Gets so many side eyes and weird stares because of it too

thinks about you 24/7 to the point it affects his daily life and his mother and sister get worried

He would probably mistake his romantic feelings for platonic at first but when he realizes the only thing that changes is how mean he is to you and I don't mean he gets nicer 😃 your #1 hater and #1 supporter

He's honestly confusing, one minute he'll be thinking you hate him and he doesn't have a chance to thinking he does have a chance and that you have the same feelings for him as he does for you.

Meaning that there's like a 30% he will make a first move on you because you have to catch him in the right mood, at the right time, on the right day which is pretty hard because you'll never know what mood he'll be in and he

He literally just acts like he hates you and if you asked him out or made a move he'd turn it down but then out of no where months later he will ask you out

he's honestly such an attention whore and he only craves your attention now so good luck

the only time he can really talk to you in person outside of school is if you happen to be friends with his sister or you guys meet up somewhere like a park or a cafe which isn't that often because of his parents so he makes up for it by texting you all day

Reminder though that he isn't some soft and shy bundle of joy who is just hurt, he is crazy and is slowly going under the control of Slenderman. He can have major mood swings and will most likely make you end up not liking him for the way he treats you at first, he doesn't mean it tho he's just a lil delulu 😊

Overall, your experience is gonna be a rough 5/10 unless you don't mind his harsh words then it'd be like a 6.5 - 7.5

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[multifandoms27-blog]

Hello there!

I just stumbled across your blog and I love your posts! And when I saw that you also write for Creepypasta, I just had to send in a request, especially considering that there's barely anything there!

So may I ask for some general and romantic headcanons for Toby? I really love this guy!

I hope you have a wonderful day and remember to stay hydrated!

(Also, apologies if there are any mistakes, English isn't my native language ^^)

See ya! :D

Hi! Thank you, Vero, you stay hydrated and have a wonderful day as well! I'm so glad you love my stuff <3 I was just thinking about doing something for Toby, so you're in luck hehe

(Also, your English is amazing my friend. No worries <3)

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Content: Toby general and romantic headcanons with gender neutral reader

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, implied murder, implied violent bipolar episodes, obsessive behavior, toxic jealousy, toxic relationship, and implied familial trauma.

Notes: I come from the era of creepypasta where everybody believed Toby was very obsessed with waffles, and was horribly misinterpreted in fanfiction. That was about eight years ago now though, and from what I've seen the fandom has been getting better with representation of Toby.

I've put a lot of thought into this. Might use this as inspo to revamp my Jeff headcanon list.

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(art by Lynnarty on Deviantart)

❥General

I want to start by saying: I know almost nothing about Tourette's syndrome and don't know anybody who has it. If I get anything wrong, please please please correct me. I wanna get this right for you lovelies. Thank you <3

Now, what I do know about Tourette's, is that there are two types of tics: motor and phonic. I believe Toby has more motor tics than phonic. I know he's portrayed as stuttering and twitching/moving rapidly at the same time, but I don't think he has as many phonic tics as we think

I do however, think he has a natural stutter. He was bullied in grade school, and as a fellow bullied child, I can confidently say that he developed the stutter then. I will die on this hill.

His personality is also not at all that of a child, who spends all his time screaming and laughing just for the hell of it. He's unhinged, yeah, but not in the oblivious child way. More of the sadistic way for very obvious reasons.

He's more so reserved, just kinda comes and goes. There will be points in time where he decides to be super obnoxious and fuck with other pastas in the mansion, but that's moreso purposely picking fights and intentionally being annoying than whatever the hell fanfic writers wrote in the early 2010's.

He does have bipolar disorder, so he'll lose his shit when he decides to fuck with people and they fuck with him back. It turns ugly really fast.

With his CIPA (Cognitive Insensitivity to Pain), obviously he cannot feel when he gets injured on missions, or if his motor tics cause him any pain. He won't really give a shit if he finds an injury, and won't really take any steps to go to Eyeless Jack either to get patched up. Either someone else will have to bring him, or Jack will have to hunt him down himself.

Speaking of Jack, he was able to fix up the left side of Toby's mouth when he came to the mansion. Fixing Toby's injury and Jeff's face were the first two things he did.

Toby still chews on his hands and the insides of his mouth, just out of habit or if he's stressed/upset about something.

He doesn't have a reaction to fire, really. He doesn't like dwelling on the past + he's ready to just keel over and die at any moment, so it doesn't really matter to him.

Being called "Ticci Toby" angers him to no end. You will die if you call him that, no exceptions.

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❥Romantic

Toby didn't really look for love after joining the mansion

Like I mentioned above, he's ready to die at any point, so he finds it kinda pointless to get a partner if he's just gonna die soon

He noticed when you joined the mansion, but he didn't actually say anything to you until you'd been there for some months. He doesn't particularly associate himself with people in the first place, let alone people he newly "meets."

He's not very friendly at first, but being nice to him even through his obnoxious moments and horrendous mood swings and even going so far as to try to help him (he won't let you in the moment but he'll reflect on it later), it'll get you in his good graces

Being blindingly nice won't just get you in romantic territory. If he sees you being an actual person around others while just being super nice with him, it's going to make him think you're not genuine.

Just be yourself around him. When he sees you treat him the same as the others (with genuine kindness and respect) and not like he's some freak, it'll get you brownie points.

Toby doesn't realize he's insecure and thinks it's normal to get super jealous super easily. His parents didn't have the best relationship and most internet media of relationships is toxic in itself, so you'll have to be the one to sit down with him and lay out your boundaries. Even then, he'll frequently cross them.

It's not because he doesn't respect you or love you. He does. Just sometimes he wants to move the relationship a little faster, or he's impatient and wants kisses when you're with the others, or he's just plain forgetful.

Again on the jealous point though, he's going to get very upset if you don't notice he's jealous. In his mind, it's very obvious. Eventually he'll get so upset that he yanks you away from the people, cusses them out, then storms off with you and slams every door he goes through for extra measure. He's then going to cry as he holds you, apologizing and saying he didn't mean it and he was just scared you were going to leave him.

He doesn't let you be with your other pasta friends without lurking in the background, watching yours and their every move. He loves you and just wants to make sure you're okay. Happily accepts you back into his arms when you're done.

The only time you'll be able to hang out with friends outside the mansion (without him watching you) is when Toby is away on missions. If you befriend the right pastas, they'll cover for you. If he's not away though, he's very likely going to be stalking you and your friends in the background.

Toby doesn't care if you give him PDA or not, he just wants to be near you and do what he wants in the moment. Once he realizes he has feelings for you, he's going to be clinging to your side.

Loves when you show him physical affection and attention without him asking.

He also loves when you involve him in things you like. He might not participate in it, but the fact that you thought of him makes him happy. His favorite thing is eating some snacks while cuddling on his bed and watching some show you love.

Toby by himself just kinda exists. Toby in a relationship with you just kinda exists, but he wants people to know that you only exist with him.

For obvious reasons, Toby is a fucked up individual, and a relationship with him will always be toxic in some aspect. Everyone in the pasta mansion is fucked up, and very few will have healthy relationships. Yes, we love the pastas anyway, but we cannot fix them, so just keep that in mind lovelies <3

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

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[niphredil-14]

can you do ticci toby x reader please? sfw romantic headcanons :))

When it comes to love languages, Toby loves to receive words of affirmation! Most of the warm memories he has of his childhood were of his mother, who would always make sure that he knew how much she loved him. Because of that, praise makes him feel safe, and he just lights up. Your compliments mean the world to him.

When it comes to love going your way, he loves gift giving! They're mostly small trinkets, but it's because he saw it and thought of you! Even if it is just a random button or rock he found. It's because, for as cynical as he may be, he does find beauty in small things, and here he finds beauty, he finds the thought of you.

Another favorite love language of his is quality time. This one goes both ways; he just loves spending time with you. Some days this quality time will have to involve one of you acting as the other's weighted blanket, and other days he will hate to be touched, but will happily sit in the far corner of the room, doing his own thing, merely enjoying being in your presence.

I hope that you don't mind that I took some creatice liberties with the prompt an went for love languages c:

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[juxenon]

Toby Rogers x NB!Reader

[Angst/Comfort] Comforting him through his nightmares, taking care of him no matter what. This is a revamp from my old account @juconix!

Word count: 753

Trigger warnings: graphic nightmares, PTSD, swearing.

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Five nights. Five nights of heart pounding, agonizingly long, gut wrenching night terrors. Toby Rogers has only managed three hours of fitful sleep in those 120 hours. Anyone who looked upon him could easily tell that it was draining on the young man. His shoulders were tense and shuttering as he sobbed– deep, ragged, and wheezing gasps escaped him as he tried to muffle the sound by holding the pillow to his face. Maybe if he suffocated the screams of his sister would stop, the sounds of glass shattering and tires squealing. The feeling of warm blood hitting his face, and he couldn’t tell if it was his own or from his sister.

But those dreams would never go away, and neither would the mourning ache that weighs his heart down heavily.

Toby Erin Rogers would never be able to purge those memories from his skull. He would never be able to shake the survivor’s guilt that held a death grip on him. Lyra was good, she was pure. She was happy and protective of him and his mother, she was capable of absolutely anything. He had hoped that she would go to college and take him with, taking him away from his father. But no. Some stupid fucking driver took everything from them. And now he couldn’t breathe. When she died, a large part of him was taken with. He could not fathom a world where it would end before she did.

Yet when she left, life continued moving– unbothered by the loss that shook him to the core.

Any time he got close to recovering from the loss of her, the dreams would return– Along with the static that filled his mind, and the rage that moved his hands. And in those moments he took the lives of others, and dragged him further into the murky depths of despair. The Operator preyed upon his tragic life, and used him like a puppet to remove as many people as he could.

Toby had believed he was doing better. He had found someone who truly loved him, who looked past the twitches and the mood swings– someone who did not pity him nor laugh at him, but laughed with him and healed him with their warmth. They had welcomed him into their home, and into their bed. They laid undisturbed and peacefully next to him, and he desperately did not want to wake them with his sobs. So he stuffed the tear soaked pillow into his mouth, trying to stifle any noise. 

Though that peaceful sleep wouldn’t last one. They seemed to always know when Toby needed them most.

[Y/n] shifted, rolling from their side onto their back and groggily rubbing their eyes. They hummed out in a raspy sleep ridden voice, eyes scanning Toby’s shuddering form through the inky dark room. Their hands wrapped around the pillow held to their boyfriend’s face, and they gently removed it, plopping the fluffy contents to the side. Toby’s hiccups filled the quiet space as the love of his life placed their hand gently on his cheek, rubbing along the height of his cheek bone gently with their thumb before pulling him over so his head rested against their chest. 

They always seemed to know when he needed something to ground him. 

Their fingers embedded themselves into his hair, nails scratching as his scalp and working to gently detangle the knots that were plentiful in his curly hair. Their heart beat was steady and soothing, as they cooed softly at him. His hands found purchase in their shirt, tightly gripping on as his sobs slowed down and breathing became easier. 

“It’s okay, Toby… I’m here, I will always be here…” their voice echoed gently through the room.

“I just… just… Fuckshit… I want this to st- sto-stop…” His neck creaked as he twitched, jerking his head away as a loud pop! And a whistle broke through the silence. “I want to stop stop seeing her… I can’t keep doing thissssssss…”

“I am so sorry, Toby…” They paused, humming gently as their free hand moved to rub his back, “I can’t make the nightmares go away, but I will be here to protect you when you wake up.”

The silence settled in the room once more, Toby’s hiccups slowly subsiding. Sleep was gripping him slowly, trying to pull him down finally for a night of unperturbed rest. “Do– Do– Do you puh-promise?” Speaking was always hard for Toby, only becoming worse for him after a breakdown.

“Always.”

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[pink-key]

Your first date

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[astupidweeb69]

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

NSFW One-shot

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

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

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Your brother hated his new roommate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On one condition.

Stay away from Toby.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You two fighting or something?” 

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

“Weird how?” 

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

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

Another pause. This one is longer than before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time for bed I guess. 

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

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

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

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

So you did.

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

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

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

Footsteps, careful and calculated. The floorboards creaking. 

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

But he didn’t.

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

The fuck?

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

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

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

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

A hand reached out. 

Cold, yet somehow clammy… texture rough and calloused. 

He was touching you. 

He was touching your face.

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

“M-must be the ssss-sister…”

That was the first clear sentence you could understand.

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

His whispering.

“Soft”

Then he left.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your brother clapped his hands together, getting your attention. 

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

“Strategy?” You asked hesitantly.

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

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

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

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

“Okay. What time does it-”

A door opened. You stopped talking.

Your eyes widened to look over towards the sound. 

Toby was up.

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

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

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

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

“Muh-morning….” He croaked out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nice to meet you…. Toby, right?” 

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

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

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

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

You pretended to be unbothered. 

It didn’t work.

He noticed.

And he liked the way you squirmed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe even a couple.

Especially after your brother left you alone to go mingle.

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

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

More social.

Less inhibited. 

Numb.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Toby.

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

Oh god you felt your heart flutter.

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

He creeped you out.

He didn’t shower. 

He smelled like death. 

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

And you were already walking over there.

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

It was working. 

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

But you didn’t know that.

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

“H-hey… glad to see you made it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did you say that?

Why?

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

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

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

“Do you want to go somewhere more private?”

That was enough to make heat travel between your thighs. 

Fuck. 

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

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

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

He was strong. 

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

So why did he turn you on? 

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

You barely registered him locking the door behind him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You paused. Was he talking about you? 

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

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

Toby retracted his hand from your mouth.

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

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

You let out a shaky breath.

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

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

He fucking knew the whole time. 

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

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

Your bra was next. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

After a while, he finally lifted his head up. 

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

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

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

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

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

He made up for it with enthusiasm.

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

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

“...Fuck you bloody.”

Shit this guy was scary.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It fucking hurt. It hurt a lot.

“Shit..! Tuh-tight!”

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

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

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

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

You screamed.

You screamed louder than you ever have in your life.

You screamed bloody fucking murder.

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

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

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

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

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

Something started to build. 

More and more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#creepypasta #toby rogers #ticci toby x reader #my writing #ticci toby smut #creepypasta smut #fanfiction #ticci toby x you #ticci toby #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby x reader smut

[saturncodedstarlette]

Ticci Toby, cornered you : I have you now 😈

Ticci Toby : Oh— 😳

Ticci Toby, getting head pats by you :

Ticci Toby : hehaha, did really you think headpats were enough to stop me?

Y/N : *stops petting*

Ticci Toby : I- i didn’t say stop!

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[tobyislame]

love like a dog : fucked up toby romance headcanons

puppy love but make it depraved

he gives you a love like rotten fruit. maybe it could've been good if he hadn't been touched by decay, if he hadn't allowed himself to spoil. unfortunately, the rot flows through his veins like a sludge, infecting the things that get too close. just like you did. his sick latched onto you and festered like an infected scar.

he knows the mold is inherent to him, that it's in his instincts; this incessant drive to be fed, satisfied, noticed. he takes warmth from whoever will give it, wherever he can get it. he roams like a mutt with his nose to the ground, a fugitive hunting for scraps. wagging his tail at even the suggestion of tenderness, uncaring of where it comes from, only that he's receiving it.

he sticks to your heels, stays so close that you trip over his unrelenting fervor for you. as a stray, he sat and waited for someone to accept the things he couldn't change, for someone to stop and look between the bars of his cage. he waited so long for you. when you leave he'll wait for your return. if you're late he'll wait until then. he'll wait and wait and wait.

he worships the hand that feeds him. that hand is yours. he leans into it, tries to force himself under your palm, thrusts himself beneath the divine light of your gaze. if you even cast a glance his way it's enough for his tail to wag. he pursues your attention and affection like a hound, with no regard as to whether or not he's hurting himself in the process. the only thing you do is reinforce it with every bit of praise you give him, and he accepts it graciously. you're his person.

he doesn't bark or bare his teeth for fear of getting hit again. he bares them at the world, but never at you. he had been taught to bite, but he is not a bad dog. everything he does is with the intent to please. he brings you gifts, kneels and lays them at your feet with his tail between his legs, hoping that he'll be rewarded with your touch. hoping that it makes him worthy.

he doesn't even care if you love him as much as he loves you. he'll sleep at the foot of your bed if it means he can be on it, follow you if it means he can be close, spend his days at your feet if it means there's a chance you'll scratch him behind the ears. he'll sit at your door until you want him. he'll pull out his canines and declaw himself just to prove he'd never hurt you.

he loves like a dog and he takes what he is given.

#she said whats with this dog motif #i said do you have something against dogs #he definitely has separation anxiety #canine poetry #ticci toby #toby rogers #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby x reader #creepypasta #tobyhcs #tobyxreader #tobyworks

[creepypasta65]

hello can I request a yandere toby, Jeff and ej with an s/o who is sweet and innocent?

Thank you very much 🙏

Thanks for the request :)

⚠️Warning Yandere themes below⚠️

Yandere Toby, Jeff, and EJ with a sweet and innocent s/o:

Toby:

Your sweet and innocent nature is the reason why Toby fell head over heels for you.

He loves how sweet you are and how innocent you are. He wants to protect your innocence.

Toby thinks the best way to protect you is to kidnap you into his home and keep you there under his view and protection.

He loves you and views you as an angel sent from heaven.

Toby will treat you kindly just don't try to run away from him.

He will kill anyone who stares at you or even tries to touch you.

Jeff:

Seeing how sweet and innocent you are makes Jeff obsessed with you.

He wants you to treat him with care and love.

Jeff will kidnap you and will keep you in his room tied up.

He doesn't want to harm you, but if you misbehave and don't accept the love he has for you, he has no other choice but to harm you.

Jeff will make you break the contract with your family and friends.

Jeff loves you so much to the point that he will harm himself over you.

EJ:

Jack will become possessive over you and want you all to himself.

He will feel bad for kidnapping you and taking you away from your home, but in his mind, it's the best decision for you to be under his watch where no one can harm you.

Jack feels a need to protect you and give you affection.

He will give you lots of love and care.

Jack will do his best to make you happy, and all he wants back in return is your love and affection.

He will not harm you and doesn't dare to put an arm on you.

Jack will be patient with you and will wait until you reciprocate his love.

Have a nice day :)

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta x you #yandere creepypasta #ticci toby x reader #creepypasta ticci toby #ticci toby #toby erin rogers #tobias erin rogers #yandere ticci toby #creepypasta jeff the killer #jeffery woods #jeff the killer #jtk headcanons #yandere jeff the killer #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack

[crxshed-skxlls]

— ❝ Enough is Enough.

Sub!Ticci Toby x Fem!Reader

Word Count:

NSFW tags: Rough sex, bondage, begging, degradation, p-I-v sex, riding, overstimulation,

Plot: Toby has been teasing you all day. You finally snap, and take matters into your own hands.

NOTE: This fanfic is a bit shorter than my usuals (2k - 3k+) (creds to divider)

The plush bed and white sheets framed Toby's figure quite nicely as his doe eyes lay into yours. Your hands snake upward on Toby's torso, feeling the tender but scarred skin. He let's out a whine, the pretty brown restraints keeping him from moving too much. You thought he was so beautiful right now, watching his cock twitch and redden from neglect. Watching how his body begged to be touched, begged for more. You hum in amusement, your hands moving downward to his thighs. He writhes under the rope with a whimper, and you can almost tell he was close to angered tears. His hazel eyes were pools of alluring lust with twinges of desperation.

" What's the matter? "

" Mm -- miss please-- "

" Please what? C'mon baby, use your words. "

The way your voice had a hidden malice to it, covered in an innocent honey as you practically torture the poor brunette. He groans, his head hitting the pillows beneath him as he bucks his hips in desperation. You knew how Toby got when he was like this, all needy and teary eyed from the feeling of sexual neglect. You soon take a hand and softly grab the man's shaft, making him gasp from the sudden touch. You keep a hand on his thigh, keeping his hips down as you tease the veins that stuck out among the sensitive flesh. You watch him moan and whimper from the teasing, shaking his head as if he was at a loss for words.

" You're suck a teasing slut, you know that? Taking all the time in the world to tease me like that...

" Mm- m Sorry -- "

" Sorry? Sorry for what? "

You hear him in his slurred speech as he whimpers and whines at your touch. You watch as you stroke your hand all the way to the head of his cock, your thumb swirling softly on it was he spills out more moans. You can physically feel him trembling, shaking desperately with lust. You gulp at such a sight as it hits you to your core, making you ache as you sit between Toby's legs. You take a moment to stop, making Toby lock eye contact with you.

" You want more, huh? "

" Yes! Yes pl- please-- "

" Then be a good whore for me. If I give you want you want, you go by my rules. "

Toby nods vigorously, watching as you escape from his legs and straddle his hips. The way he eyes your slick pussy as it hovers over his dick makes you bite your lip.

" Do not cum until I say so. Understood? "

" Y- Yes ma'am. Please-- "

Toby chokes on his sentence as you lower yourself onto all of his cock in one swift, slick motion. You groan at the stretch, your hand stabilizing itself as you place it next to Toby's head. You feel the brunette arch his back, letting out a shameful moan as he attempts to buck into you. His tears spilled onto his reddened cheeks as you let him buck into you. You moan as Toby hits all your good spots, slamming into your cervix as he tries to please you.

" God -- your a desperate bitch, huh? Shamelessly thrusting into me like this -- "

You degrade Toby, sending him a bit over the edge. You feel his climax coming from the way his dick twitched in you and his sputtering movements, giving you a pleasurable idea. You watch with moans and pants as Toby's moans sang into the humid air. You soon find him whining and babbling as he feels you slide off of him. Your hand soon returns the pleasure, stroking his cock fast as his hips sputter. You feel his back arch yet again, white ropes shooting onto himself as he finally reached his desperate high. Pants fill the air as a sinister grin plants onto your face as you see him drenched in his own fluids.

" Toby, darling~ what did I say about cumming with my permission? "

You coo softly as you continue to stroke him, watching is he moans at the spikes of overstimulation. You watch as his dilated eyes lay onto you with a twinge of fear. You smirk as you slide your thumb across the slit of his cock, making him shiver.

" Well, we have all night to get your act in order, don't you think?.."

#ticci toby #creepypasta #creepypasta smut #not safe for minors #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #mdni #smut #creepypasta x y/n #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby x you #dom!reader #fem!reader #tobias rogers #fanfic #fanfiction #not proofread

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

This is random as shit but I think it’s funny 😭

Can I get some headcanons for Jeff, ben and Toby when their (Gn or masc) s/o is in the kitchen, just in the middle of the night, either staring off into nothing or walking in circles; I’m talking like- 3am, eating coco pops or smarties from the bag/box, walking around the room, staring at the floor. And their s/o being like.. ridiculously tired and still drinking redbull/Monster to keep them awake.

I’m autistic and I do it sometimes because idk?? But yeah this was a funny idea and your writing is great, so I’ve come to you! Don’t worry about these if you don’t wanna write them. Have a nice day/night :)

I'm so glad you like my writing! I do not have autism, but I do struggle with maladaptive daydreaming so, i demonstrate behaviors similar to this! I based some of the headcanons off of that so i hope it isnt too far off 😭 🙏

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Toby

Toby is up and down a lot during the night, so he'd probably run into you sometime during one of his many bathroom/snack runs

At first he thinks you're also on a snack run, but when he notices that you are just kind of...staring off into space he becomes suspicious

He steps closer to inspect your behavior, before shrugging and going along with it, grabbing his snack and heading back upstairs, and going back to bed

When he's in a trance like that, he usually doesn't like to be bothered, so he figured he'd just leave you to it

It's about an hour and a half later the next time he wakes up, he stretches, gets up, and walks downstairs

He still finds you there in the kitchen, completely intranced and still slowly eating your snacks

He puffs out his lips and tilts his head with a "hm."

He walks up to you and taps your shoulder, startling you a bit

"Sorry." He says, coming to place both hands on your shoulders "you've been here for over an hour, you ok?"

You nod and rub your eyes "yeah, sorry for worrying you" you say with a yawn

He smiles and kisses your forehead "it's ok, now that I know you're alright"

He takes your hands in his and pulls you towards him gently "now come back to bed, im touch starved" he says with a grin

Jeff

Jeff is a very light sleeper, so the second he feels you shifting away from him, he's up

By the time he rubs the sleep from his eyes, you are already out the door, leaving him slightly annoyed that you didn't notice him waking up with you

He throws on a shirt and walks down the stairs, seeing you pacing around with a bag of smarties in hand, eating them as your mind seemingly drifts off into space

He sighs and rubs his face some more, before walking up behind you and trapping you in a hug, placing three warm kisses to your shoulder "what are you doin' up this early loser?"

You exhale loudly and bring a hand up to rub his head "just....thinking..." you mutter

He kisses you again, this time on the cheek "alright, I'll quit buggin' you. Come back to bed soon, though. You know I can't sleep well without you"

He presses yet another kiss to your cheek, before letting go of you and going back upstairs

When you finally decide to head back upstairs yourself, you grab an energy drink so that maybe once jeff falls asleep again, you can come back downstairs and think some more

When you get back into the room, jeff is laying on the bed, seemingly asleep, until he notices your presence

He moves his head to look at you, before sitting up and stretching "pulling an all nighter, huh?" he asks, gesturing to the energy drink in your hands

You glance at it, before nodding "yeah, I guess so"

He sighs tiredly and yawns "alright, i reckon I'm staying up too, then" he says with a grin

BEN

BEN, having no need to sleep, rarely does so

He instead uses his nights to play video games or catch up on some work he fell behind

Tonight, when he had thought you'd fallen asleep, he got up and turned on his PC, pulling up steam and looking for a new game to play

While he was doing this, you got up and snuck out of the room, going downstairs to do your usual routine of just pacing around and staring into space

He plays his new game for quite a while, before getting bored and looking behind him to check on you

When he sees that you are not there, an eyebrow is raised

He pauses the game and gets up from his chair, looking around for you in various places you'd be in

He finds you in the gym, pacing around. He assumes you picked the gym because it's mostly empty, so you won't be disturbed

He walks over to you and steals a handful of your snacks "whatcha doing" he asks with his mouth full

"Thinking" you reply, not bothering to stop moving around

"Kay, well don't stay up too late, I wanna play animal crossing with you tomorrow" he says, squishing your face and kissing your squished up lips

He is about to go out of the gyms door before he pauses and looks back at you "also, bring me a soda once you're done" he then steps out, closes the door, and goes back upstairs

Hes such a little shit, i apologize for his behavior

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[socialredux]

⛧ Toby Rogers & Proxy Head-cannons⛧

Hi teem, there's a lack of Creepypasta content on tumblr lately. Expect a lot of Ticci Toby stuff from me :D I'll probably do requests in the near future. I don't usually write so this might suck and be in weird perspectives. I got way to much time on my hands so enjoyyy

Here's your NSFW warning

I don't see many people talk about the type of music he'd enjoy. Emo music comes up a lot but I feel like Toby would enjoy more brutal music. He is a murder after all. Some sub-genres include goregrind, slam metal, and brutal death metal. Bands like Devourment, Peelingflesh, Kraanium, and dystopia would totally be up this fuckers alley

Toby would talk you through it in german lmfaoo

I feel like Toby would survive on Redbull and Monsters. He's constantly having to do proxy work and needs a way to keep up. Probably would have severe crashes tho

Going back to music he'd have something like a record player, any money he could spare he'd buy records of his favorite artists.

This mf is a certified geeker if his tics are particularly bad he'd smoke up to ease the tension. None of the other proxies like smoking weed as much as Toby.

Toby has a pretty high sex drive but would be sexually frustrated. This is due to not being able to get close to anyone long enough to actually have sex. So when he actually gets with you, be ready for some rough kinky shit. This doesn't mean he wouldn't be romantic and sensual at times

Probably smells earthy like pine but also kind of musky?? Don't get me wrong he'd realistically stink a lot of the time but him all cleaned up would leave a lingering smell of fresh forest pine

This is includes Tim and Brian but they'd for sure be living in the Pacific Northwest, probably somewhere in Washington. They'd feel a need to get out of Alabama to continue their work, and what better foresty place than the PNW. Spooky shit happens out here

HE'D HAVE FACE PIERCINGS. I've seen him drawn with snake bites and that is SO TRUE. He'd have his both of his eyebrows pierced and probably a septum ;)

That's all, more on the way soon.

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[niphredil-14]

The Tim one has me tearing up, could we get a death scene for Toby?

They knew the whole "not feeling pain" thing would turn out bad eventually. It was a large part of their worry for him. They would toss and turn on nights that he was out for "work," worrying about if he would get badly injured and not notice until it was too late. They had never been much of a psychic, but the unseen abilities grace everybody now and again. That, or they had just worried about it so much that the universe thought it would be funny to make their worst nightmare come to life.

They were half asleep when he got home, throwing his pants and hoodie off after climbing through the window, and before climbing into bed with them. He pressed a kiss to their cheek and cuddled up. His temperature was a surprise to them. He felt like ice, a strange occurrence considering how warm he typically ran. It wasn't enough to cause them too much worry though, still much too out of it. That drowsiness was all but ejected from them when they felt a warm sticky liquid pooling around them. They shot up, reaching over to turn on the bedside lamp, fear and tears beginning to glaze their eyes when they saw the deep red, nearly black, puddle soaking into their sheets. 

“Oh my god, Toby.” They croaked out, their voice shaking. “What the hell happened?”

“Uh...” He started, thinking, though it as clear that the fogginess in his brain wasn’t from exhaustion after a long day. 

“Don’t answer that, just, just” They began to stutter, their lungs failing them. “Just keep pressure on the wound, okay? I’m gonna get the first aid kit.” They rushed, time seeming to skip from terror and speed, until they reentered the bedroom. Toby was leaning against the headboard, shirt off, wadded up against the wound. They were quick to get to work, neither of them speaking throughout the process. Their lack of skill when it came to stitching were only accompanied by shaky hands and a head spinning to fast to think, though they tried nonetheless. Minutes passed, and they only looked up when they felt his hand rest on the nape of their neck. He smiled sympathetically, fingers toying with their hair.

“You’re my favorite person, sunshine.” He said, voice quiet. Despite how affectionate he had always been, he was scared to admit his love for them. He had lost too many loved ones. Oh, how the turn tables. 

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[juxenon]

Headcanons and Drafting for Toby Rogers x F!Reader

A/N: this one is purely self indulgent, and no i will not apologize. someone's gotta support me emotionally, and i am going to be the one to do it. am i writing a self idulgent x reader for my own mental health? yes absolutely. i just hope someone else enjoys it, too. _ _ _

Reader isn’t fucking a literal baby, she is not scared of blood and gore nor does she even comment on it. She is morbid and very curious.

She owns her own ceramic studio in a small town in the woods with an apartment above it. With an annoyingly loud and stinky cat that she loves very dearly. 

Toby, after a mission finding his way through the studio's back door, assuming the building would be empty at night, collapses due to blood loss. He did not realize that the owner of the studio actively lived above it.  

Reader hears glass shattering and a thud, assuming she's being robbed, grabs a bat and goes downstairs to finally go absolutely ape shit. 

Instead of being robbed she sees an unconscious man bleeding out with goggles and a mask on and two hatchets soaked in blood next to him.

Snitches get stitches as they say– she doesn't know what this man is capable of so she runs to grab a first aid kit and begin working on him. She keeps his mask on him and such on him so that he has that anonymity but she absolutely has to fight his dead weighted body to get the sweater off in order to work on the wounds. READER HAS KNOWLEDGE OF BASIC FIRST AID. SHE IS NOT CLUELESS.

She definitely is not strong enough to move him, but after completely bandaging him she brings a throw blanket and pillow down and puts it over him along with a glass of water next to him with a sandwich in a baggie and ibuprofen. She then goes upstairs, locking the door and waiting out til morning. Once he’s gone she’ll report the damage to her insurance company.

THIS COULD BE MULTI-CHAPTERED OF HIM COMING BACK TO VISIT AND A SLOW BURN LOVE STORY. For a while it is silent stalking. I'm not going to lie to you.

I want there to be angst of her being affected lightly by the slender sickness, and Toby having to step away because he doesn’t want to hurt her more or drag her into this. 

READER HAS A MOMENT WHERE THEY COMPLETELY FUCKING SNAP WHILE TOBY’S GONE. THEY FUCKING KILL THEIR STUDIO HELPER AND STUFF THEM IN THE KILN. 

Toby coming by finally because he just feels that somethings wrong and she's just sat in front of the kiln shell shocked, there’s no longer any screaming from inside, and she just looks at toby. “I just killed my employee.” she’s void of emotion

And this is the last thing Toby wanted for her. He wanted her to live peacefully and not have the seizing or the loss of function in her body the way he did. And he will blame himself for that later, but now is not the time. 

She needs help and support, and to not be near that fucking kiln right now. He will wrap his arms around her and bring her upstairs, sit her on the couch and he’s twitching so bad he can't stop from the sheer nerves of it all. But he knows she needs support. He sit down to give her water like she did for him, and gave her the help she gave him. To repay her kindness to him.

Once she comes down from the shock he begins to explain to her everything, the faceless man who controls people, how he knows she didn’t mean to do it, how he is sorry that this happened in the first place. That he feels guilt for dragging her closer to him, out of selfishness. Out of loneliness. But now she’s stuck and he’s stuck too. All she can do is try to continue running her shop and hope that maybe one day her and toby can live happily and peacefully.

A lot of this fic is her experiencing the worst pains in existence while Toby is trying to hide her from the other proxies for as long as he can because he doesn’t want her to have to be like him. Because once she starts it is a domino effect.

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[pink-key]

I have a desire to make a Ticci Toby playlist

Update: actually made it

Imho, Toby can be nice to you one moment and the next he has an itch to throw an axe in your skull.

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