#yandere ticci toby smut

[bloodblanks]

kinks

ft: eyeless jack, masky, hoodie, ticci toby, jeff the killer, ben drowned, slenderman

author's note: this fanfiction will contain explicit sexual content, including various kinks, fetishes, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

eyeless jack

biting.

the taste of human flesh is already something that jack likes, but even more so when it comes to your flesh specifically. it’s all about the way his teeth sink into the softness of your flesh, the taste of your blood flowing into his mouth; it’s all too delicious. however, there’s another darker side of him that relishes in the way you squirm against him, or the sound escaping your lips—the perfect concoction of pain and pleasure.

marking.

this comes alongside biting, but he enjoys owning you and branding you as his. either with the aforementioned bitemarks, or with hickeys—although he tends to bite during them, anyway—or by carving his name into you. that’s his favourite.

knifeplay.

technically, in his case it’d be scalpelplay. anyhow, he loves running his scalpel along the surface of your skin, tracing along the curvature of your body, or slicing thin lines and outlining your bone structure, especially your ribs.

bloodplay.

this goes hand in hand with knifeplay as well as biting. first and foremost, he relishes in the taste of your blood. it’s the closest he can get to tasting you without hurting you too much. however, he also likes to play with it. he’ll smear it across your skin, painting you with beautiful crimson, but he’ll also lap up your blood, then proceed to kiss you, making you taste yourself and then seeing the stains on your soft lips.

breeding.

there’s just something about him being a demon that gives him a primal urge to want to mate you, breed you, fill you with his seed and impregnate you.

creampies.

this branches off breeding, but his favourite place to cum is obviously inside you; he loves watching his cum drip out of you.

masky

dominance/submission.

frankly, tim is a freak. which will become more and more obvious as you read through this list. anyway. the most important thing for tim in terms of kinks is dominance. he wants to assert power and control over you and enforce that you’re his and his alone. he wants you to submit to him and know that you’ll do whatever he wants whenever he wants, whether you like it or not.

bondage.

tim loves bondage of all sorts. be it tying you up or using chains—he likes it all. it only adds to the power he has over you, considering you’re all tied up, helpless and at his whim. his particular favourite is chaining you to the wall, amongst others, such as tying your hands behind your back while he fucks you from behind. he loves seeing you struggle against your bindings to no avail, especially if he’s edging, overstimulating, or hurting you.

restraints.

closely related to bondage is restraints, such as gags, handcuffs, and blindfolds. they restrict or deprive you of something or another, and the simple fact that he can take that away from you, turns him on. he’s 50/50 on the gags, though, because on one hand he likes it when you can’t talk or even protest against anything he does, but on the other hand he loves hearing all the sounds you make.

edging.

he enjoys edging you, and he’ll really take it to the next level by having you restrained, unable to move or do anything to stop him as he fingers you and plays with your clit, maybe even going down on you or using a toy of some sort. whatever it is, he loves bringing you right to the brink of orgasm and then stopping just before. he’ll do it numerous times, over and over until you’re on the verge of tears and begging for him to please just let you cum.

begging.

the sound of you begging is nothing short of music to his ears. and that’s why he’ll make you do it so often. he’ll make you beg for him to fuck you, he’ll make you beg for him to let you cum, he’ll make you beg for pretty much each and every single bit of pleasure he gives you. he relishes in how powerful it makes him feel and it’s so hot for him to have you begging and pleading for him, desperate for him to allow you any pleasure at all. he loves knowing that it’s all fully dependant on him; he can control whether or not you feel good and just how good you feel. and there’s nothing you can say or do about it.

overstimulation.

when he’s finally satisfied with how desperate you are and how much you’ve pleaded for him, he’ll finally let you cum. and while it may feel good the first time he lets you, you know it’s only a matter of time before he does it again and again, until you’re once again begging and crying for him to stop, telling him that you’re too sensitive and it’s too much.

sadism/masochism.

tim not only likes to control whether or not you feel pleasure, but he also likes to do the same for pain. not only does he just like it by default, but it also closely ties into and relates to his other kinks.

spanking.

he likes spanking you. bending you over his lap and spanking you with his hand, or even a paddle or his belt. he loves making you count each and every strike, but not as much as he enjoys making you thank him for it. he likes it when you’re tied up the most so that he can watch you squirm yet unable to get away. he’ll also spank you during sex if you’re doing doggystyle. the sight of your pretty ass, nice and red with heat radiating off your cheeks, is delightful for him.

hair pulling.

tim will pull your hair, especially if he’s fucking you from behind. he also likes it when you’re giving him head, but one of his favourite scenarios is just having you bend over a counter, being able to tug your hair and make you arch your back for him as he thrusts into you.

slapping.

straight up, across the face. bonus points if it’s in combination with him pulling you up by the hair.

whipping.

most of the time, spanking, hairpulling and slapping is enough for him. however, on occasion, if he’s feeling particularly sadistic, he’ll whip you with his belt as well. he’ll use the leather for the rest of your body, but then the metal buckle for your ass.

knifeplay.

sometimes, he’ll even bring out his switchblade for a bit of fun, holding it to your throat or flicking it across your cheek lightly.

powerplay.

as mentioned, tim loves unbalanced power dynamics. this really shows itself in that he enjoys being fully, or at least mostly clothed while you’re naked. the power imbalance turns him on a lot.

pet play.

he isn’t particularly into pet play, but he indulges in some aspects of it, such as using a collar and leash on you. tim likes tugging you around with the leash, or pulling your head back, cutting off your oxygen supply while he fucks you from behind with it. he’ll also probably invest in a (human-sized, obviously) cage.

breathplay.

just like with all other aspects of sex for him, tim wants control, and what better control than having his hands wrapped around your neck?

degradation.

he’s not super heavy on this, but he’ll say things like, “who’s my slut?” or “who do you belong to?” in bed.

oral. (receiving)

tim doesn’t mind giving oral, but he likes receiving it far more. however, he isn’t satiated with a simple blow job. much like other activities, he’ll want your hands tied up behind your back, so that you can’t stop him while he has his hand wrapped in your hair, holding your head still as he brutally fucks your throat. you’d have to learn to take it, because he wouldn’t care if you were gagging or choking, it would only further arouse him if anything.

dacryphilia.

tim really gets off to you crying, whether it be from edging, overstimulation, pain, or even just when you tear up as his cock hits the back of your throat.

bonus: tim will spit into your mouth.

hoodie

corruption.

brian sees you as an angel. something pure, delicate, ethereal. while he has this nice, friendly, sweet demeanour, he knows himself that he is a monster deep down, a monster that wants nothing more than to corrupt that innocence of yours. he doesn’t necessarily want to hurt you, but he sure as hell wants to ruin you.

lingerie.

brian loves lingerie. he really likes the way the fabric clings tightly to your body, not enough to cover you but enough to accentuate your form, somehow making your already flawless body even better if that was even possible.

lace.

lingerie in general is nice, but what really gets him going is lace. white lace. not only does it look exquisite on you, it also complements your angel-like innocence, adding more flames to the fuel that is his corruption kink.

thigh highs.

technically, it doesn’t have to be thigh highs. while brian does particularly favour white thigh highs, he also likes other leggings/stockings/pantyhose, provided they’re white and sheer or with lace. he likes sheer, semi-translucent long socks, or even other items of clothing; it gives off the impression that he’s seeing something he shouldn’t be, which really turns him on. and of course, he appreciates lace socks, the ones that go up to your ankles or knees as well.

bonus points if you pair it with the lingerie.

skirts/dresses.

there’s something so feminine and delicate about skirts or dresses, especially if they’re well, white and/or with lace, that’s so sensual to him. not to mention it allows him easy access. he can just flip up your skirt or dress, seeing your cute lace panties underneath, proceed to push them aside and just fuck you…

praise.

brian will say things such as “you’re such a good girl,” “you’re taking me so well, angel,” along with incoherent ramblings of how precious and perfect you are.

oral. (giving)

he enjoys going down on you. he loves the way you taste and he gets off to your moans, the way you arch your back, the way you squirm against his face, the way your hands tangle in his hair, everything about it is just delightful for him.

ddlg.

more specifically, daddy kink. brian really likes being called daddy, and he will often call you nicknames such as ‘princess’ and ‘babygirl.’

sensory deprivation.

to be precise, blindfolds. it’s erotic, taking away your sight and leaving you in the dark, unknowing of what he plans to do next, oversensitive and gasping at his touch.

ticci toby

exhibitionism.

nothing gets toby more excited than fingering you in public, under the table at a dinner or somewhere else where people wouldn’t notice. he’ll fuck you in some alley or back of a building, a place that people shouldn’t generally notice but would depend on how well you can stifle your moans, how well you can hold back from making sounds so that nobody would know the indecency the two of you were up to. he loves how good and innocent you seem in public while at the same time, just between the two of you, you were dirty and spreading your legs for him.

degradation.

toby goes hard with the degradation. he’ll tell you things such as “you’re such a fucking slut,” “you’re my useless whore,” “you’re a worthless cumdump,” all the while he’s fucking you. he really likes the idea of using you, having you be his perfect little fucktoy, for him to do whatever he pleases with.

ps: if you beg him to use you, he’ll literally fall in love with you. no better words could come out of your mouth.

free use.

he likes having you at his disposal, ready for him whenever he wants.

begging.

there’s few things he likes more than listening to you beg; it’s just such a humiliating position for you to be in, and he loves pushing you to that point so that he can hear and relish in how pathetic you are for him.

experimentation!

first of all, toby likes a little bit of everything. spanking, choking, bondage, the list goes on. but most of all, he likes to experiment. toby loves trying new things in the bedroom all the time, be it new positions, unusual kinks, roleplay scenarios, he’ll do it all. he’s even happy to try switching roles every once in a while.

roleplay.

seriously, toby will try anything, and he loves roleplaying different scenarios with you just to switch things up.

anal.

this one relates to both experimentation and trying new things. why stick to one hole when you can have two?

toys.

his main interest is buttplugs, but he’ll enjoy using vibrators as well as other toys on you.

bonus: toby is a switch, as implied above. he’s more dominant than submissive, and if you don’t like to dominate, that’s perfectly fine with him and he doesn’t mind. however, he would be ecstatic to have you reverse the roles and tell him how much of a good boy he is.

jeff the killer

rough sex.

jeff likes it rough. he’s particularly into fucking you from behind, although his favourite position would be up against a wall. he likes it hard and rough and fast; being able to watch your curves bounce as he slams in and out of you, being able to feel your nails scratch against his back as you writhe in pleasure, and there’s nothing better than hearing you gasping and screaming his name.

knifeplay.

jeff likes knifeplay, however he’s different from jack. while he will sometimes run the blade along your skin, what he primarily likes to do is hold it to your neck during sex. he enjoys watching you tense up, as well as ultimately pressing the blade in ever so slightly just to draw a bit of blood while he orgasms inside you.  

oral. (receiving)

jeff has nothing against giving oral, he’s not super into it but he’ll do it if you want him to. however, the real treat for him is receiving. he thoroughly enjoys having you suck his dick, feeling your pretty lips wrapped around it, struggling to take in his length. he likes pulling your hair during it, guiding you and bobbing your head up and down on his member. he enjoys having you start off nice and slow, maybe even teasing him a bit, but tease him enough and he’ll get impatient and quicken the pace. he likes when you swallow, especially if you open your mouth and show him before you do it.

bonus points if you make eye contact as you during all of this. oh, and he’ll literally love you forever if you deepthroat.

ben drowned

spanking.

ben isn’t that kinky. he’s happy browsing the front page of pornhub, essentially. he’s into things such as spanking—he’ll gladly bend you over his lap, or just spanking you while fucking you doggystyle. he prefers using hands, but sometimes he’ll bring out the paddle, too. he likes the ones that leave heart-shaped marks.

pet play.

ben is kind of your average gamer boy. he likes cat girls. it’s not really that much pet play, as much as it specifically cat girls, but whatever. he likes it when you wear a pair of cat ears as well as having a cat tail buttplug, although he’s not that into anal.

cosplay.

this goes along with the cat girl thing, but ben enjoys seeing you in cosplays. to be specific, maid outfits. he would be pleased with almost any cosplay, though. nurse outfits, schoolgirl uniforms, you name it, he probably likes it.

breathplay.

choking in general is nice for him; he likes the way your neck feels in his grip, so fragile and delicate. he likes the way your smaller hands instinctively grab onto his wrist, he finds it adorable. his favourite though? the bathtub. he likes fucking you over a bathtub, with you bent over the edge, your ass nicely on display for him, the water in the tub filled up until the very brim, and your pretty little head getting pushed under the water.

other than that, ben is relatively vanilla.

slenderman

tentacles.

slender loves using his tentacles on you. seriously though, tentacles are very versatile. not only can he fuck you with them, but he can also employ them as tools for bondage. he’ll wrap his tentacles around your wrists, binding your arms. he’ll use them to pull and then hold your legs apart, spreading them wide open for him to fuck you. his tentacles are strong, strong enough to lift you up, suspending you in midair while he fucks you. he thoroughly enjoys having a tentacle in your mouth, feeling your tongue, soft and wet swirl around it, sucking on it like you would his dick. he’ll relish in that while he has another tentacle pumping in and out of your cunt, and a third one filling up your ass. he loves having all three of your holes filled up at the same time; there’s no better way to know that you belong to him entirely. sometimes he’ll even slide two in the same hole, having one pump in while the other pulls out.

so that by default includes bondage, suspension, anal, and double penetration.  

size kink.

he’s approximately two and a half metres tall, so it’s safe to say he towers over you, especially if you’re smaller. he enjoys pinning you down, taking your tiny wrists in his larger hands, lifting you up and sitting you on his cock because you’re so light, so tiny, so delicate. he just wants to stretch you out and fill you up with his length.

oral.

slender loves both giving and receiving oral. how can he resist watching you struggle to take in his length, your tiny hands on his thighs as you bob your head up and down on his dick, tearing up ever so slightly when it hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag? but of course, he loves pleasuring you as well, with his tongue, long and pointed and able to reach the entirety of your insides, all the while he has a tentacle playing with your clit, or sometimes just his hand.

dirty talk.

slender is able to communicate telepathically. that means he can say the nastiest, most unholy things to you while you’re out in public, without anyone noticing or even suspecting that anything was up. you’d have to pretend that everything is fine, while you’re out drinking coffee and he’s trying to get you all hot and bothered by telling you in detail how he would ravish you later that evening. another side of this is that he loves talking dirty in bed too, and you can hear and almost feel him speak inside your head all the while he’s pounding away at your insides.

breeding.

something about being a supernatural, inhuman being makes it so erotic for him to breed you, to impregnate you, to create a half-human baby with you. he just wants to fill you up with his seed over and over again until it’s leaking out of every hole of yours.

author’s note: i cannot believe i wrote this. i am a sinner. i am going to hell.

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That smile....is hauntingly beautiful

Secret Desire

《A Jeff The Killer Fanfic》

°•~Collection of Chapters~•°

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▪︎ Synopsis

▪︎ Chapter One

▪︎ Chapter Two

▪︎ Chapter Three

▪︎ Chapter Four

▪︎ Chapter Five

▪︎ Chapter Six

▪︎ Chapter Seven

▪︎ Chapter Eight

▪︎ Chapter Nine

▪︎ Chapter Ten

▪︎ Chapter Eleven

▪︎ Chapter Twelve

▪︎ Chapter Thirteen

▪︎ Chapter Fourteen

▪︎ Chapter Fifteen

▪︎ Chapter Sixteen

▪︎ Chapter Seventeen

▪︎ Chapter Eighteen

▪︎ Chapter Nineteen

▪︎ Chapter Twenty

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-one

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-two

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-three

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-four

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-five

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-six

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-seven

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-eight

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-nine

▪︎ Chapter Thirty

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-one

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-two

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-three

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Story Playlist

Jeff Origin Story(David Near Version)

Jeff's Interviews(David Near)

《 This is a dark romance with heavy triggers for some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.

《 This is an oc female(African American) love interest, but feel free to picture yourself as the character.

《 This is the fully edited version of my book. The completed unedited versions are on Wattpad & Ao3. Links will be below.

《 Wattpad

《 Ao3

Dividers credits are used throughout the story:

° @khaer

° @anitalenia

° @kimjiho1

° @somenteniki

° @bucciniexe

° @cafekitsune

° @k1ssyoursister

° @chaefilm

- If any of the art used within this story is yours, please let me know so credit can be given.

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Is it ok if we get some Yandere Jealous Toby NSFW? Or maybe just Yandere Toby whichever you want. Only if you're comfortable! 👉👈💖

Jealous Yandere Toby NSFW Headcanons

A/N: I hope Head canons are okay! This is super late I apologize 👉👈 I have full Yandere Toby smuts coming soon too!🍵

Warnings: Dub-Con, aggressive sex, yandere themes, overstimulation, degradation, dumbification Kink,

Toby gets jealous super easily even if he wasn’t a yandere, so it isn't hard at all to bring out the worst in him

Of course Toby has a lot of pent up anger and will gladly take it out on you even if it wasn’t your fault. An example of this would be was when you’d been talking to Hoodie who was watching you for Toby. And when Toby came back from his mission, walking in on the two of you deep in conversation, he dragged you to his room and made sure that after he was done you couldn’t walk the next morning

He gets very aggressive and rough, Toby does not waste time. The foreplay is extreme as well, he just wants to see you crying underneath him and begging him for mercy as he thrusts into you so hard the headboard of the bed bangs against the wall

Jealous Toby will make sure to mark you up. Lots of hickeys and love bites in the most obvious places will be made on your skin. 

Toby is going to degrade you. Usually, he would give you praise, he actually prefers to praise you for taking him so well, but he will drive it into your brain that you’re a slut for him and no one else could satisfy you the way he does. 

To prove this Toby will overstimulate you until he thinks you’re truly sorry for making him so riled up. Toby can eat you out for as long as needed. But he won’t be gentle, he wants to make you overwhelmed to the point where you break and all you can think about is him.

He will keep using you over and over again, making sure you at least cum four times before he even thinks about sliding his cock in you

He wants to see you sobbing about how you love it when he’s inside you and that he’s the only person who can pleasure you. Toby is very insecure, he craves reassurance that you won’t leave so he’ll be sure to make you cock drunk

There will be no usual romantic sex, no gentleness, no intimacy. Just rough long sexual punishment that leaves your mind blank with no thoughts other than being Toby’s personal toy

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby smut #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #nsft #yandere #yandere x reader

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Ache // Yandere! Ticci Toby x

Fem! Reader {SMUT}

[Hello, this will be the first fic that I post. What I'm going to give you guys beforehand is some trigger warnings before we get on to it. Other than that, I hope you enjoy it and give me some feedback whenever you're done if you feel in the mood.]

TW // Violence, r@pe, and a whole lotta mention of murder as always.

𓌏 ☒ 𓌏 ☒ 𓌏 ☒ 𓌏 ☒ 𓌏 ☒ 𓌏 ☒ - First P.O.V

Every day, it started like this. Planted in my bed, tangled in my grey sheets, waiting for that one sliver of motivation to get out of my blankets. My room was a mess. Pieces of clothing scattered across the floor, piling up around my dresser, and hanging off of places I tossed them.

I stared over the rest of what I could see while trying to get rid of the bitter taste of soda left on my tongue from last night. The posters I've collected of my favorite bands clung onto the wall for dear life, fading away from how long they had been there. An empty Sprite can stood on my nightstand, left there after my body decided to have its third caffeine crash this week.

It was getting so warm where I was lying that I was starting to overheat, making me shuffle around to stay cold. That wasn't too hard because of how freezing my room was.

When I looked at my window, I noticed it was cracked open. If I didn't shut it soon, it would get worse. But minutes were melting into each other and I didn't want to get up. Why did I love to procrastinate so much? It shouldn't be this hard to move on with my day.

Silence filled every corner of my apartment, leaving me to peacefully rot. Was it selfish of me to be like this? That's what it felt like they were trying to say when I talked to relatives. But that's the reason why I prefer to be shut-in. I never had to hear that about myself. The world outside would remain indifferent. And hopefully, by the time I had to move, I was swallowed into the Earth below.

A sudden vibration of my phone startled me. I mumbled a barrage of curses and reached for it slowly, furrowing my brows and groaning. I could only pray that it wasn't him trying to contact me.

The last time he visited, I no longer felt safe outside. I would check behind me constantly, feeling as if his light brown eyes were glued to my back, and at any moment, he could come back and chop off my limbs until I was a headless torso. Remembering that he existed caused that horrible anxiety to spread goosebumps across my skin. I was shaking as I tried to unlock my phone.

Hundreds of notifications popped up that I had been ignoring, some of them messages from my mom, and the rest were emails. I almost accidentally clicked on one before I found the most recent. "Return library books today," it read. Fuck, I forgot today was the due date for those. Despite not wanting to, I had to get up. I did promise that if I had a reason to, I would.

I peeled myself from the comfort of my bed. My sheets clung to me like glue, trying to pull me back as if it were a bad idea. Fighting against it, I shivered at the sudden change in temperature and pulled down the bottoms of my shorts so they weren't wedged in between my ass.

After not walking for what felt like forever, I took my first steps, a soreness on my left thigh making me place a hand on my dresser for support. I looked down at a bruise from that encounter, biting my lip to distract myself from thinking about it. I need to take my pills or I'll get suicidal. So many things to do. So overwhelmed.

Encouraging myself in my head, I found the strength to go for the door. I opened it and turned down my hallway, going for the bathroom with quick and light steps.

Many pictures of family and portraits were loosely decorated on the wall, a pit in my stomach opened when I stared at them. I lingered on my dad and had to tear myself away from the picture before I felt the need to cry.

Stumbling into the bathroom, I flicked on the harsh yellow light and stood before the mirror, running a hand through my disheveled hair. I reached for the medicine cabinet, the hinges squeaking as I rummaged through it. I grabbed my medication and popped the bottle open, tossing out a tiny pill into my palm. I swallowed the bitter capsule and cringed as it slowly went down.

Turning my attention to the sink, I turned on the cold water and brought my mouth to the tap to take a sip. Then I splashed it on my face after I was done, relieved that the pill was no longer there. On the counter, I focused on the facewash I hadn't used in god knows how long. I missed the feeling of my face being clean. At least, I can't forget about it now.

I poured the runny liquid into my hands and rubbed them together, slapping it on my face and rubbing it in circles to get deep in my pores. It foamed up a bit and burned. If I'm going to be honest, I don't know if I'm supposed to be using this, but it works.

As I was splashing the water on my face again to clean it off, I opened my eyes to a man staring at me in the mirror, causing me to freeze. I could see the glisten of his goggles from here, that blue hood covering his messy hair, but it didn't contain enough around the edges. It was him. The man who attacked me and my dad a couple of days ago.

A scream clawed its way up my throat, but before the sound could escape, I reached for something. Grab anything to protect myself, that's all I needed to do. But before I could, the room blurred as I twisted, my hand grasping a razor for a split second.

I was torn away from it. I felt a hard impact on my back as I was slammed against the wall, the air forcing out of my lungs in a sharp gasp. I struggled to breathe, my hands grabbing onto his wrists while they dug into my neck.

He had me pinned against it and struggling to get any sort of noise out. Slowly, I was dragged up upward and lifted off of the ground. I choked, my vision was fading as his glare burned into mine. He's going to kill me. Just like he did to Dad. He's going to get away with it. I pulled my head back against the wall before lunging it forward to collide it with the serial killer's, his hands faltering their hold and dropping me from the force of it.

I collapsed to the floor and sputtered out several coughs, hunched up in a ball and desperately trying to regain the oxygen he took from me. My neck felt numb, the indents of his fingers bruising and stung like a bitch.

He crouched down to me. I closed my eyes and thought he would finish it right there. But when I suddenly felt his lips press against mine, they shot back open. Breathing heavily through my nose, I stared at his shut eyelids. I glanced down at his lashes, feeling his breath as he sighed. He relaxed into me for a split second before pulling away, lowering his voice to a rough whisper to introduce himself, "It's nice to meet you finally, {F/N}. The name's Tobias."

Struggling to get myself sitting up, I made it by resting on the wall and using my hands to keep me there. My chest rapidly went up and down as I watched his every move. He backed away a bit, but not enough to give me leverage. I repeated, "Tobias?" And his eyebrow quirked up like he was questioning my reaction.

"I can also go by Toby. Whatever you prefer. But I gave you my full name because I really like you, [F/N]," he added. I knitted my brows and shook my head, unable to understand what he was saying. He liked me? He just kissed me? What the fuck?

I pushed myself away from him and got back up, running for it and successfully escaping the bathroom. The front door was right in front of me, I barely got to reach for it before I felt a hand grab a fistful of my hair. No, I almost had it!

Strands of my hair were ripped out as I was yanked backward and thrown onto the couch, falling onto it and yelping in pain. Tears fell from my eyes and I clutched my head, grabbing the part that hurt the most. A headache was coming on and I couldn't help but rock myself to soothe it. I sobbed, "Leave me alone! Please, just leave me alone..." I twisted myself to let out the rest in the cushions, hearing him approach behind me.

After crying for a bit and nothing was happening to me, I hesitantly lifted myself to take a peek. Toby was sitting next to me, almost as if he was waiting patiently for me to finish. When he saw that I was staring at him, he patted his lap and said, "Here. Rest your pretty head and we can get to talking about this, sweetheart."

I was too scared of him to tell him no. It was the first time I felt pure terror from somebody. Like I would never be able to fight back with him. And I was right. I couldn't. The sad truth was that if my dad had fallen to this man, I'm sure I would live the same fate if I didn't listen. Dragging myself, I cringed while laying my head onto his leg, feeling his hand rest on my head and causing me to flinch. "Sh, sh, I'm not going to hurt you anymore. I told you, I really adore you, [F/N]," he reassured me. A part of me wanted to bite his leg to pieces, but if I went along with this until he fell asleep or left, then I could escape and possibly go to the police.

Deciding to go with it, I pretended to enjoy the warmth and snuggled into him. I wouldn't call it pretending actually, he was pretty warm. Toby hummed and it stayed like this for some time. He kept petting me, brushing my hair out of the way, soothing me from the chase earlier.

Eventually, he got bored of it and nudged me to sit back up. I tilted my head and asked, "What?" His hand went to rest on my lower back, applying pressure around it, pushing me forward until I was easing into sitting on him. A smile crossed his face at the compliance. He seemed intrigued by it.

"I didn't think you would give up this quick. I thought I was going to have to give you a couple more marks for memories," he sounded pleased as both of his arms wrapped around my waist. They were much bigger than mine, with a couple of veins etched up around them like vines, and faded scars littering everywhere on his skin. He had been doing this for years by the looks of it. There was no way in hell I was going to escape, huh?

Placing another kiss on my cheek, soft and gentle, his eyelashes brushed against me before he pulled away to speak again, "Do you know what I've been picturing every night to the thought of you, [F/N]?" His hands dropped lower to skim over my ass, lightly gripping, and dragging me toward him. My breath hitched. I didn't say a word.

Toby answered for me, "I've been picturing taking these off..." His fingers gripped around the waistband of my shorts and teased me about taking them off by pushing them down lightly. Continuing that, he said, "Have you to myself for a couple of hours..."

There were so many reasons why I should say no to him and why I shouldn't allow him to touch me like this. For one, he killed my father. He broke into my house and he was physically violent to me. I felt disgusting that he had gotten to this level too. But, I didn't stop him. I didn't say no and I didn't deny it. I looked into this killer's eyes and I leaned onto his chest, giving into what he wanted

When we kissed for the second time, I noticed how chapped his lips were, and opened my mouth a little to swipe my tongue across his bottom one. Toby tensed up. And without warning, I felt his tongue use the opportunity to have an exchange with mine. I gasped through my nose, the escalation getting worse and worse. A blush began to spread across my face.

He lifted me off of his lap to flip me onto the couch, putting both of his palms by either side of my head. I was back to being pinned underneath him. I don't know what was happening to me. Something was wrong with me, I was sick for this. I was sick... because I enjoyed this.

His sweater and shirt fell to the floor as we fought each other with kisses. His teeth bit into my lower lip and pulled it back while I moved to unbuckle his belt. I was giving in to this. I was really fucking the guy that took away everybody I loved in my life.

Barely in any clothes, we both took a moment to stare at each other, oddly feeling like he was admiring me from how he looked up and down my body. Toby took his time, pressing small pecks across my chest up to my neck, snaking his arms around to my back. He unclipped my bra and slipped it off of me. I wanted to cover myself, but I no longer wanted to move. I didn't have any motivation. There was nothing left to fight for.

The gloves and bandages around his fingers felt weird against my skin especially when he played with my chest. He squeezed one, bit the other, and once he heard a moan slip out of me, he stopped to let me process. He complimented me, his voice a bit raspy like he was fighting the urge to do something to me already, "You look even better so close like this, with how foggy those windows would get. It would make me want to break them and threaten you then and there."

I bit the inside of my cheek and he got closer, hooking onto my panties and pulling them down as a smirk spread on his face. My lack of response didn't concern him. He kept going despite that, throwing the thin fabric somewhere in the room before he looked up at me. His hair was in his face and the eyebags around his eyes told me he was more than dangerous. How many times has he done this?

Toby muttered seriously, breaking me out of the moment, "Who do you belong to?" I blankly gazed at him, watching as he stood up and slowly inched his boxers down. I can't speak. I can't tell him that. More scars appeared, his v-line making my eyes linger, and I got distracted. His dick was let out before I could respond.

My eyes widened and I tried to squeeze my legs shut, but he kept them apart as soon as they moved, holding both of my knees up to my shoulders. I was breathing super fast, my heart raced, and I was feeling the ache in between both of my legs. It was nothing compared to when he positioned himself and pushed the tip inside.

Digging my nails into his arms, I cried out in pain and threw my head back, looking up at his satisfied face. Toby groaned, a laugh following behind it, "You don't have to answer. I'll do it for you." He rammed most of what he could, grabbing both of my thighs so tightly that it was guaranteed to be bruised. I screamed out. He was too rough and too much for me to take like this. It hurt. It fucking ached. I was being drilled into the cushions.

Trying to handle it was impossible. He made it impossible for me. His hips connected as he went deeper, loud slaps coming from it, bouncing off and echoing. I didn't want to think about the neighbors hearing me lose my dignity like this. I didn't want to think about the fact my dad could be witnessing this. But it was starting to feel good. Really fucking good. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and after that, I didn't care anymore.

I wrapped my legs and arms around him, pulling him closer and savoring his dick carving into the parts I didn't know were there. Moaning, swearing, and muttering filled the room. We were getting lost in the bliss and saying whatever was on the mind. Or I was. His name left me a couple of times and so did encouragement, "More.. More, please, Toby!"

Flipping around again when he got a little tired, I gyrated my hips and sat on his lap so I could bounce, sliding up and down until I could feel my walls beginning to squeeze. I was close and this position wasn't helping. I held my breath and Toby took notice, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Let it out for me, baby. Don't be shy," he cooed, sweat dripping down his forehead like he was holding back his own. I bit the inside of my cheek and a desperate moan came out, "Fuuuuuck, cummm with! Please!"

He didn't listen to me and lifted me off of the couch with him, holding me up in the air while guiding me down onto his shaft. I went limp and drool fell down the side of my chin as I buried myself into the crook of his neck, biting it a little to vent out the overwhelming pleasure. Toby didn't let up until a couple of more minutes of fucking me passed and I was fucked out enough that my legs were shaking.

When he was about to cum himself, he set me back down, rushing up to my face to give me a facial. My mouth was open from panting and I caught a bit on my tongue, swallowing it when we were back to locking eyes. The rest landed on my nose, cheeks, and lips. He let out a loud groan as he unwinded, pulling away to see the display once he was done.

I lay there. Used. I lay there for him to stare at. Until he walked away for cleaning supplies. To think about what I was doing. To come back down and face the new reality I was in. I was his now and he was mine. And there was nothing I could do about it.

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[safe-by-dawn]

Hi! I loved the Toby headcanons you wrote! Can we please get a yandere nsfw Ticci Toby x reader?

~Possession~

Yandere!Ticci Toby/Toby Rogers x SlightlyDeranged!Reader (Smut)

Requests are currently open!

MDNI!

My first request! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I had a lot of fun writing them and I can't wait to get some time to write for some more Pastas! I got some good ideas up my sleeve.

Also I made the reader super into the fact that Toby fucks up anybody that even gets near his s/o, so if you were thinking of a more innocent/scared reader just send me another ask but but honestly anybody that gets with Toby better be into that because he's gonna burn cities for his s/o.

I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I did writing it!

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Murder, Public Sex.

Let me know if I should add anything to the warnings! I try my best to add what I think is necessary but sometimes I can't tell when something should be included.

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His hand was on your thigh, squeezing the flesh there and it was enough to make your heart drop for the poor man that had taken up residence next to you at the bar. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into. He didn’t know that the small touch that still lingered on your thigh would be his one way ticket to an early demise.

He didn’t know that the other man beside you practically owned you at this point, and he surely didn’t know that you took some sick, demented enjoyment out of watching the way he gets when he’s jealous. It’s lethal.

“Won’t you come home with me, darling?” The words are slurred, barely even there when he leans towards your ear.

You can practically feel Toby stiffen beside you, radiating anger in such a way that it seeps into your clothes and fuses into your bones leaving a sweet, delicious ache in the pit of your stomach. He’s a good fuck normally, but the switch that flips when he gets jealous is unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

“I suggest you take your hand off me,” Your eyes finally meet his, a coy smile playing at your lips, “If you want to make it through the night, that is.”

Your hand moves to push the man’s off your thigh, but he keeps your flesh in a vice-grip as he speaks, “Feisty, I love that in a woman.”

You can’t help the small giggle that pulls its way out of your throat as you feel Toby finally move. You don’t know how he’s held back for this long. You know the jealousy is burning in him, and his eyes are on the two of you. You don’t even have to look over at him to know it. Toby’s own hand finally shoots out and in one swift motion, grabs the man's fingers and twists, pushing them towards him and you hear the sickly snap before you see the way his fingers are now bent, definitely broken.

He might have a chance if he stops now, but now you have anger on both sides of you, and you just know it won’t end here. You know Toby has no reason to hold back, and he won’t. He doesn’t know how. Not anymore.

“Fuckin’ bitch.” The man pushes out of his seat, moving towards the man that just snapped his fingers.

The bar stool scratches heavily against the wood floor as Toby finally stands, gripping onto the man's collar and practically dragging him out of the dingy dive bar. They’re out of the door before you can even stand, and you take a moment to fish an almost empty pack of cigarettes out of your pocket, pulling one out and lighting it before reaching for the money you kept in the back pocket of your jeans.

It’s at least a hundred but you don’t count it before throwing it down. Call it payment for damages for when someone finally finds that sour fucker’s body the next morning.

You pull a drag from your cigarette as you move to get up, your own bar stool screeching into the air and you finally allow yourself to look to the only duo that rests in the corner of the bar and giving them a small smile. Their eyes pull quickly away from yours and you finally make your way outside into the just as disgusting night air that surrounds the establishment.

You can hear him before you see him. The labored grunts of him most likely already crushing the man’s head in is just around the corner, leading into the dark alleyway, and the fact that you can only hear Toby is a sure sign that he’s almost done with the man. His life’s probably gone, but Toby has so much anger stored in his body from that interaction that he might be there for a moment before he feels like he’s finally finished with him.

The scene you walk into is much worse than you expected, and some part of you is glad that it’s dark. The wall behind them is a disgusting inky color that you can only guess is blood. Some broken bones, arms contorted in a way that makes your stomach turn, even after getting comfortable with seeing what kind of aftermath Toby can leave behind, it’s a little bit much.

Toby has his hands splayed onto the brick of the wall, holding himself stable as his foot sinks another kick into the limp leftovers of the man on the ground. Once you finally make it closer to him you can hear him whispering, voice coming out in a low growl that sets your skin on fire.

Mine, she’s mine.

You let your hands rest on his back, pushing to wrap around him, hands coming to rest just under his shirt on his bare stomach. You let your thumbs toy at the waistband before gripping onto it, and it usually serves to pull Toby back to the real world. Tugging him out of his thoughts proves to be a little harder tonight, but his hand comes to rest on one of yours before he lets the man have one more kick before pushing himself off of the wall and turning his face towards you.

It’s splattered with dark red, and if you hadn’t known him, you would think it was his own, but you know the man doesn’t have a single scratch on him. You pull your hand from his waistband to tug the cigarette out of your mouth after taking a long draw, moving it to Toby’s mouth and pressing the butt of it to his lips. He pulls his own draw off of it before you toss it to the ground, not worrying about stomping it out. You wouldn’t have time even if you had wanted to.

Toby’s lips crash hard against your own after he exhales the smoke, and you drink him in like you’ve been thirsting your whole life and he’s the water you’ve fought so hard to finally reach. Your teeth hit his in the mess of a kiss, and you’re sure he’s drawn blood when he finally bites at your bottom lip.

“You’re fucking mine.” His voice comes out with a growl of arousal and over-exhaustion, and it only serves to push you closer to the brink and his hands aren’t even on you yet. His usual stutter is nowhere to be found, lost in the clouded haze of anger and post-murder. His mind’s only on one thing and it’s you. All of it is you.

“All yours.”

You can barely get the words out before he’s pushing and pulling, pressing your back hard against the other side of the alleyway and his mouth finds its way to your throat. He bites hard, no doubt leaving a bruise already forming. You can feel him all around you, hands all over your body, pulling at your clothes and undoing the button on your jeans. He pushes them down quickly, and the way the night air presses heavily into your form is the only thing to remind you that you’re still outside.

Anybody could see you, anybody could see what he’s done, and anybody can see the mess he’s about to make of you. It sends a delicious chill up your spine. His lips press against yours once more before he’s pulling away and pressing your face into the brick of the building, no doubt scratching you up a bit, but it’s worth it. It’ll all be worth it as long as he takes you right here. You’re far enough in the dark that as long as nobody follows the sounds pouring from your mouth then you’ll be just fine.

His mouth lands on your shoulder and even through the fabric, the weight of his bite tears a shriek out of you. “Keep making those sounds for me.” His voice filters into your ears, and you can’t help but push back into him. The thin fabric of your panties does little to keep the denim of his jeans from rubbing you deliciously, and you can feel every inch of him through his jeans. You’re practically drooling at this point and he knows it.

“You’re fucking sick, y’know that?” He speaks before he presses a smaller bite into your earlobe and his hand finally pulls your panties down to meet where your jeans rest at the bottom of your thighs. “You do this on purpose, don’t you?” His scarred fingers finally press against your slit, pushing just enough to feel how wet you are, but not giving you what you wanted just yet.

You can only nod, words not able to form in the knot he has tied in your throat.

“You get off on me killing for you,” He laughs then, absolutely deranged, exactly how you like him. “You’re- You’re just like me.”

His fingers finally circle your clit, pulling some of the pent-up arousal out of you in the form of a moan and the words finally slip out of you, “Jus’ like you, Toby, Fuck.” You huff as his fingers work you, pulling you closer to your edge and you can feel him trying to undo his pants with one hand and your mouth waters at the thought of him finally filling you up.

“You love me?” He asks, he always asks and you always answer.

“Only you, Toby.”

He leaves another bite on your shoulder as he pulls himself out of his pants, resting against your ass and never slowing his hand on your cunt as he says his next words, “Then cum for me, baby.” It comes out as a whine, begging, delicious, and twisting your insides.

It pushes you so close, almost to the edge. As he finally slips into you, you tumble, falling over the edge as his hips finally snap into you. He fucks you through it, as words fall out of your mouth in an incoherent mess and you can only hear him chuckle behind you. You can only feel his hands on you as he finally pulls off of your sensitive clit to grip heavily onto your hips. All you can do is brace yourself as he fucks into you, chasing his own high.

His grunts fill the Alley, and the way he growls sets you on fire as your body tries to come down from its high. He doesn’t let it though, cock pressing hard into your sweet spot with each thrust. His hips hit against you with a bruising weight as he fills you to the brim with every bit of him, every inch stretches you out deliciously. You can feel it coming again, can feel the tight coil in your abdomen get worse with every thrust.

He finally snaps his hips and keeps them pressed against you and him cumming inside of you pulls you over the edge for a second time like a noose tied around a rock and your neck and he just threw it into the ocean.

You both come undone and your cunt milks him for everything he’s worth. His growls fill the air around you as he ruts against you, thrusting another time before he pulls out of you. Your mixed fluids leak out the smallest bit before he’s pulling your clothes up and buttoning your jeans for you. He lands a light smack to your ass before he’s finally fixing himself and his hand finds purchase in your hair to finally pull you off the wall and into him.

His thumb presses heavily into your cheek, smearing the blood from the scratches the dirty brick gave you before he presses it into his tongue. He’s fucking deranged, but you’d be lying through your teeth if you didn’t admit you were just as fucked up as he was.

#i wanna write something a bit more graphic but ill save that for another day #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader #fanfic #toby rogers x reader #ticci toby x reader smut #toby rogers #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby

[just-a-creep-babe]

Creepypasta Masterlist - Masky, Slenderman, The Puppeteer, Ticci Toby, X-Virus & Zalgo

Masky-

Headcanons-

SFW

S/O with a Bifurcated Tongue

Accidentally Seeing his Victim Strip

Yandere Alphabet

Darling trying to Fight Back (Yandere)

NSFW

NSFW Headcanons

Submissive! Masky

Darling Trying to Escape (Yandere)

Scenarios-

SFW

Shy! S/O Defending Herself

Giving In (Yandere)

NSFW

NSFW Drabble

Smut prompts 8 and 17

Smut prompts 55 and 75

Smut prompts 30 and 40

"Jealousy & Frustration" (Male! Reader)

On your Boyfriend’s Bed

Mutual Masturbation

Slenderman-

Headcanons-

SFW

Comfort Headcanons

Yandere Headcanons

If a Proxy goes Yandere

Scenarios-

SFW

"Chance Encounter" (OC)

The Puppeteer-

Scenarios-

NSFW

Cockwarming

Ticci Toby-

Headcanons-

SFW

S/O with a Bifurcated Tongue

Accidentally Seeing his Victim Strip

Sweet but Shy! S/O

Darling trying to Fight Back (Yandere)

Yandere Alphabet

NSFW

Toby being Rough

Darling Trying to Escape (Yandere)

Scenarios-

SFW

Ask Game

Shy! S/O Defending Herself

"Morning Brew" (Yandere)

Sense of Preservation (Yandere)

NSFW

Throat-Fucking with a Strap-On

Hair Pulling

"Restless"

"Teasing & Denial"

X-Virus-

Headcanons-

SFW

General Headcanons

Giving him Flowers on Valentine’s Day

NSFW

NSFW headcanons

Scenarios-

SFW

X Marks the Spot

Zalgo-

Headcanons-

SFW

Giving him Flowers on Valentine’s Day

Scenarios-

NSFW

Tentacles

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #masky #slenderman #the puppeteer #ticci toby #x-virus #zalgo

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CREEPYPASTA REQUESTS

hello!! i am a new writer/account and i would love to accept some creepypasta x reader requests! to get used to writing and to get some works out, i would be more than willing to help y'all get your little nasty pasta scenarios into words.

i'll write fluff, platonic, smut, dead dove (with exceptions in my rules), and just general hcs if you guys are interested in my interpretations of the pastas!!

below the cut are my rules and what i will and won't write for but spoiler alert: there's not much i won't do lol.

i currently write for afab readers because thats what i'm most familiar with but if the request is intriguing enough i will try to do my best at amab!! just be patient.

going off of that last statement, i will probably use she/her pronouns unless it's specified that you want a gender neutral reader. i can do my best at writing trans reader content too but please be aware that i am a cis girl so i wouldn't be able to do it the justice that a trans writer would. but i will definitely try <3

characters i WILL mainly write for: jeff the killer, ticci toby, masky, hoodie, jane the killer, clockwork, eyeless jack, BEN, nina the killer, laughing jack, liu & sully.

characters i DON'T write for: offenderman, bloody painter, herobrine (is anyone actually requesting this), zalgo, any animal pastas (the rake, smile dog, seed eater).

i will ONLY write sally in PLATONIC/FAMILIAL scenarios.

i'm iffy on slenderman content but if y'all want to fuck the faceless tentacle demon THAT bad who am i to deny you

things i will NOT write: underage, scat/piss, rlly rlly rlly heavy noncon, amputation (not kinkshaming just not for me personally), zoo, necro, eds.

things i personally tend to FAVOR: smut obv, breeding, somno, knifeplay, gunplay, dubcon, sub!reader, toxic pastas, yandere/darling, praise, degradation, reader absolutely getting their shit wrecked y'know.

im a big fan of hcs and blurbs/scenarios but i will write one shots too, those will just take significantly more time and care. if you don't specifically say you'd like a one shot i will write it as either hcs or blurbs.

if i haven't mentioned a character in my do's and don't's feel free to send a request and if i'm down i'll do it!!

if you feel even the slightest urge to request i beg u to pls send it my way i am scratching like a crackhead to start writing for y'all. i've been in this fandom for a decade and i need to let some thoughts go wild.

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #masky #masky x reader #hoodie #hoodie x reader #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #jane the killer #jane the killer x reader #ben drowned #ben drowned x reader #clockwork #clockwork x reader #laughing jack #laughing jack x reader

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CORRUPTION

Chapter one

Ticci Toby x Reader Nsfw

SENSITIVE CONTENT WARNINGS: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Angst, Abuse, Non-con, Dub-con, Nsfw - Smut, Masturbation, Cockwarming, Kinda yandere, Unhealthy relationship, Kinks, Major Character Death, Anxiety and Panic attacks, Violance, Trauma.

Masterlist

You were laying on your shared bedroom, waiting for Toby to come back from another mission It’s been five hours you think to yourself, remembering what he said before leaving you in this cold boring room “Don’t worry, i will be ba-back soon bumblebee.”

You two had been dating for almost a year now. He had always been kind towards you, treating as if you could shatter under his touch. Of course there are times when he hurt you in both mentality and physically way but he never really mean to do it.

Not wanting to waste your time doing nothing but staring at the wall and dive inside of your gloomy thoughts you decided to read a book.

Toby came back after hours, he shut the door harshly and locked it, he is mad, you sit on the edge of the bed looking at him must have been a rough mission you thought to yourself. His gaze softened as he looked at you, seeing that you were wearing his hoodie. He approached you tenderly, kneeled down in front of you before hugging your belly burying his face on your lap.

“It had been seven hours” you cooed as your hands run through his messy hair taking out the leafs on that tangled mess wondering how they even get there. “We argued with Tim, Asshole, and almost fai-failed, failed, failed the mission” he hugged you tighter as whimpering. “I miss you” he said finally looking to your face “i miss you too darling” you smile warmly and he kissed those perfect lips of yours.

He stand up as you grabbed his hoodie tightly, wanting things to get naughty. Still he was kissing you innocently.

Dry blood covered hands grabbed your waist, laying you on the bed as he take his place top of you. Soft lips touching your neck, he politely pulled you closer.

Slowly taking all of your clothes off, leaving you naked. Kisses getting rougher each time making you moan his name. You placed your hand on his member above his pants, slovly teasing him and enjoying how hard he gets for you. He take his hoodie off and throw it on the ground. “Y/N…” he mumbled. Rest of his clothes are thrown away carelessly not long after, thats right he was so hard and it was obvious yht he is hardly controling himself. beautiful hazel eyes met with yours. “ if you allow me” Toby, sweetest boy you have ever met, asked for permission kindly, refusing to take it any further without your answer. “Toby, yes”. He looks way more than attractive with that grin.

Toby separate your legs as kissing and playing with your breasts, leaving his love marks everywhere. His other hand slowly rubbing your cilt and then pressing his fingers inside of you in and out slowly just to tease you, driving you mad with pleasure, “Damn bum-bumblebee, i made you this wet already?” He jokingly said not allowing you to finish. Making your cheeks go red. He rubbed his hard member few times before gently pressing it against your entrance, “Ngh..” you hold his arm as he split your cunt with his rock hard cock.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to your body. "Tight." He buried his head on your hair taking you in with deep breaths. "God... Y/N yo-you're so warm inside..."

Getting deeper and harder with each thrust, he started sucking and biting your necck again, making you fill the room with moans not even caring about others to hear you. He is all you wanted tyo have right now, his love is more precious than anything else.

"Darling..." Toby moaned as he changed his position. Grabbing your waist roughly with his bloody hands, he was losing himself again not being able to understand it's hurting you, you almost, almost, whimpered with pain. But then again you were so close to the edge that you couldn't even care about it. It take few pushs and you cummed all over your lovers man sword, and soon after he realised inside of you.

That was a quick joy before sleep, to color both of your dreams.

Toby pulled himself out and lay next to you smiling, giving you a comfortable hug. "Thank you my bee" he kissed your head "you're welcome honey" you smiled "ı like the new, new, new nickname" that was the last thing you remember before passing out.

You wake up by Toby who is hugging you from behind a little too tight, you turned to him hugging him back, trying to calm him by playing with his hair.

Sweet boy finally woke up from the torture. He relaxed as soon as he realise your naked body. "Good morning Toby". He give you a huge warm smile. "Good morning".

Pretty hazel eyes scan your body, he wanted to make sure that he didn't hurt you too much. His smile fade away as his eyes locked on your abused waist. "Bumblebee... ı'm so so sorry" it take so long to convince him that it's okay.

His attractive naked body was cleaned up, out of his other injuries there was something new, something from you, hickeys on his neck and scratches behind his back, you couldn't help but smiled. You lay your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat while he play with your messed up hair.

It was just like a dream untill someone tried to open the door harshly. “Open the fucking door Rogers!” He yelled aggressively kicking the door, it would be a lie if you say you aren’t scared. Toby sighed with annoyance, “I told you not t-to call me th-that asshole, g-guess your brain is too small to understand even li-little things.” Every word was filled with disgust. You giggled and he winked at you.

Tim started kicking the door outside “i said open the god damn door Toby!” You stare at Toby with anxiety this time. “Ba-bastard…” he leave the warm bed and wear his pants "Stay in bed". He kissed your head before unlocking the door. “What do you want Tim?” Not even allowing for him to open the door fully Tim entered inside, placing his hands on Toby’s neck.

Before you could understand anything your lover was pinned on the ground while being choked to death. “i will fucking kill you!” Tim shouted.

Toby tried to punch and kick him off yet he failed. His ticks were getting worse as he kept cursing, “g-g-get off, off, off son of a bi-bitch, bi-“ not even giving him time to finish Tim grabbed his hair and started banging Toby’s head on the ground wildly. "learn how to speak you ticci bitch." He was acting like an animal.

That was too much, you can’t just stay there and watch this. You get up and grab an empty wine bottle, thanks lord the room wasn’t cleaned up yet, your darlings hazel eyes watching you in panic. He understands.

The sound of shattered glass filled the room, little pieces falling into the ground. It caused Tim to lose his balance. His eyes scan your still naked body with rage “you will regret this little sh-“ he let go of Toby and attack you.

Hopefully there was enough time for Toby to pull himself together and get up. He hold your wrist and pulled you behind him. “Don’t you fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, touch her.” Both of the boys heads were covered with blood yet Toby's conscious was almost gone.

"Give me back my fucking pills Rogers. I told you not to touch my stuff." Tim said. Your boyfriend pulled out the pills Tim asked for, throwing them at the savage man infront of you. "And my drugs too, give them" Toby was losing too much blood. "Jeff got them." Toby replied coldly.

The other man was satisfied to see your lover injured and covered in blood. "wery well." You could feel his eyes on your body as you place Toby on your shared bed.

Turning back to Tim again, you were looking at him full of disgust he ruined your morning "Get out Tim you got what you wanted, now leave us alone." you said. "Not yet sugar but ı will leave this time." His gaze on your breasts, you uncomfortably covered yourself making him giggle at your action. "Behave your toy, Rogers..." and he finally left the room.

Toby kept his silence as you take care of his wounds which made you quiet nervous. He would normally rent about silly things to lighten the mood. There is nothing wrong, he must be having a sudden mood change you think to yourself. “I t-told you to stay in bed.” He broke the silence. “You didn’t think that I would just watch, did you?” You said with a little smile but it only caused him to get angrier.

He was looking at you as if a wolf looking at its prey, filling this little bunny with nothing but fear. “Toby i-“ he didn’t let you finish. “Tell me, darling, didn’t i told you to stay.” There is nowhere you can run bunny, you had already reached the dead end. "yes, but-" he covered your mouth "Shut up. fuck off, fuck off, don't you know wh-what could happen?" the other hand grabbed your wrist, holding it tightly. "mgh-"

Thats it, big bad wolf finally hunt the bunny. “Maybe It’s better to show you, agh, you would l-like that wouldn’t you.” He woofed. You know exactly what he is planning to do, Toby knows you overhate it but this never stopped him so far. Bubbles of He pull off his claws. Hazel eyes locked into your teary ones, “N-no, please everything but not that.” You begged.

He stand up and grab some clothes of his, handing them over you with a grin. “You wouldn’t like your clothes to get dirty right?” You hide under the bedsheet trying to ignore him “Cmon sunshine, d-dress up. We’re going out.” Toby cooed.

The silence keeps it easy, keeps you safe for the moment. It’s all over now, so why are you still trembling with fear? Toby placed his hands on your shoulders “Good girl.” He said with a satisfied voice. You couldn’t stop starting at the mess you caused, motionless bodies covered with blood. Toby’s hands slowly slipped to yours, taking his hatchets from you. “You made a huge mess, bumblebee. I w-wasn’t expecting this much.” Soft lips touched your neck.

“I did’t… i-i never wanted t-to…” you cried. Toby turned around, places his hands on your cheeks. “Don’t cry.” He wiped your tears away “i only s-show you how you could end up.” You hugged him and hide your face, there was no sound but your tear drops meeting the ground. A panic attack followed your irregular heartbeats. He didn't mean to broke you this much, no, Toby only wanted to show you what could have happend. "Hey...it's o-okay." strong arms wrapped around your body, keeping you safe.

Same feelings swallows you every time. Trying to get out of this mess is pointless, the more you struggle the more you sink in deeper. Your struggles are nothing.

“You tear up every time…” he said as he left kisses on your neck. “Aren’t you h-happy, we are the same.” Toby grabbed your hairs carefully, exposing the neck he kissed. “You’re a murderer just like me, don’t cry.” Toby spoke the truth you didn’t wanted to hear. “Please, home…” you cried. “Alright, bum-bumblebee.”

He walked you to an old felled tree, you two sit side by side. "Don't cry anymore bumblebee, everything is alright now." He said with a sade tone. Your hands were trapped between his, warm and a little bit shaky too. Toby cracked his necks unwillingly, "Fuck! that hurt." his words made you laugh a little bit. Oh, he will never change will he? Both of your laughs echoed among the woods.

Toby left you on your shared room when the sun get placed by the moon, he said he will be back at late and you shouldn’t wait for him, locked the door and take the key with him. So here you are again, trapped in this booring room all by yourself.

You could watch tv or read a book to entertain yourself but you didn’t wanted to, other alternatives to be entertained are masturbating and sleeping but you didn’t wanted to do them either. You left alone to repeat same things whenever Toby locks you, yeah maybe you enjoy it most of the time but when this became a part of your regular day it started to get boring.

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[bloodblanks]

first encounter

ft: eyeless jack, masky, hoodie, ticci toby, jeff the killer, ben drowned, slenderman

author's note: this fanfiction will contain dark content, including kidnapping, stalking, ‘yandere’ tropes, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

eyeless jack

jack isn’t really the type to ‘seek’ out human interaction. in fact, he actively goes out of his way to avoid it. after all, he was a flesh-eating monster.

what would he want with a measly human?

and it wasn’t like humans would want to be around him either.

a blurry picture of his mask was plastered all over the news with headlines saying something about a ‘kidney stealing cannibal’. they didn’t have a nickname for him, not yet.

anyway, imagine his surprise when he sees you out walking alone at night, past curfew. were you stupid or were you just that brave?

for some odd reason, this piqued his curiosity. he usually wouldn’t care. unless it was murder, he wanted nothing to do with humans, but something about you made him want to know more.

maybe it was the hint of tears that glistened on your delicate skin. maybe it was the perfume you wore—oh how you smelled drove him crazy.

you hadn’t noticed his presence; you were too caught up in your own thoughts. the truth was that you were going home after a heated argument with your boyfriend.

he didn’t know that, though. and so, he decided to find out. he tracks your scent, following the trails of it until he finds where you were coming from.

he hears your boyfriend talking on the phone, complaining to someone, probably a friend about the argument the two of you just had. he had sent you home, alone, despite the clear danger just lurking around the corner.

you weren’t stupid, nor were you brave, you were just unlucky.

so was your boyfriend though, because soon enough, he was no longer breathing. jack carefully harvested his organs, as well, but that wasn’t why he died. he died because he had willingly put your life in danger, and something about that did not sit well with jack.

but you wouldn’t know.

you wouldn’t know because he had already made his way to your house, covered in the blood of your former lover. police hadn’t been alerted of the crime yet, he was a stealthy killer, unlike some others. stealthy enough to climb up and through your unlocked window, stealthy enough to remain hidden in your bedroom, patiently waiting.

patiently waiting for you to finish your tv show downstairs and get to bed.

patiently waiting for you to become his, and his only.

jack smiles as he twirls the needle full of sedative in his clawed hands.

oh, you wouldn’t know a thing.

masky

you were the new waitress at the local café, and tim had been going there for a long time. he really liked his coffee.

so when he asks for his coffee today—black, of course—and notices that you’re the one serving it, he finds his heart stopping.

he takes you in, you’re so pretty with the way you smile at him and your voice is like music to his ears, your laugh the soft jingle of bells. he catches a whiff of your scent and you smell so delicious, so delectable.

he sees the way your cheeks flush as you notice that he’s staring, blushing at the attention you’re suddenly given, and he can’t help but grin.

he knows then, that he wants you.

but he doesn’t say it, he doesn’t do anything besides order his coffee. you bring it back, and he sips it slowly, the thought of you plaguing his mind.

no, he doesn’t just want you, he needs you.

and so he waits outside the café, until your shift is over, following you home that day. and the next. and the next. he memorizes your daily routines and your work schedule, taking note of who you talk to, who would notice if you went missing.

you’re all he can think about, the only thing on his mind for the next while. as he watches you while you work, interacting with you ever so often. he can’t get enough of you, and oh he just can’t wait until you’re all his.

sometimes, while you’re working, he spends his time at your home, sifting through your drawers, digging through your laundry. finding your panties and picking them up, bringing them to his face and inhaling your scent.

he doesn’t want to wait any longer. he needed you and he needed you now.

he’s gathered enough information about you from his time stalking you, especially knowing when the best time to take you is. you don’t even realize what’s going on when he comes up behind you, bringing his crowbar down on your head.

it’d be fine to rough you up a little. after all, he’d have all the time in the world to fix you up afterwards.

but it’s okay, he’s made sure to take your favourite things with him.

you’ll settle in nicely, whether you wanted to or not.

he’d make sure of that.

hoodie

brian was a patient man. patient, cold, and calculating. but the one thing he hadn’t accounted for, was his feelings for you.

you were the new librarian at the library he frequented, and the first time you met, you had accidentally bumped into him, dropping your books. he heard your instant panic, gasps, and squeaks of ‘sorry’ as you scrambled to pick up your books. he found that cute, sure, but then when he bent down to pick up a book for you and his hand brushed against the soft, smooth skin of yours, he felt something different ignite in his chest.

he wasn’t sure what it was, but he was curious enough to find out.

he’d watch.

he’d watch you through your windows, or even from inside your house. you’d think you had locked everything, but he always had a way to get past them.

he’d watch you as you showered, blissfully unaware of his presence. he’d watch you as you changed, as you did your mundane everyday tasks. he’d keep watching, observing, making note of everything about you.

what was your favourite food? what did you like to do first thing in the morning? did you prefer coffee or tea?

of course, he’d watch you at work too. he loved the way you smiled at him as you greeted him good morning, chatting with him about something frivolous but those moments were so important to him. he loved the innocent look in your eyes, and he savoured it, because he knew that it wouldn’t last for long.

he could watch you like this for months without you noticing anything was off.

after all, brian really did have the patience of a saint. but brian was no saint, he was far from it

because soon enough your blissful ignorance would be torn away from you, and so would any semblance of a normal life again.

ticci toby

he hated you.

he decided that from the very first day he met you.

toby felt nothing, ever.

he didn’t feel pain. he didn’t feel much sadness, nor most other normal emotions, save for glee. and that was only when he murdered his victims.

but you, you made him feel something different. something dark. something sinister. he could feel a tiny thing inside his chest, twisting and turning, growing larger and larger with each passing day.

just what was that feeling?

he didn’t recognize it; it was foreign to him. it was interrupting his daily tasks; it was causing him to get sloppy with his work.

this was bad. how could you, just a normal ordinary girl cause him to feel this way? how could he allow you to have control over his emotions, without you even being aware of it?

no, he had to stop this all at once.

but how?

he decided then that he would take you. he would take you, and he would study you. and he would figure out just why you made him feel the way he felt.

and oh, he’d make you suffer for it.

jeff the killer

jeff was neither a loser, nor a lover. he was a psychopathic serial killer—a murderer.

he did whatever he pleased, and he got away with it. that’s how it’s always been for him, and you were no exception.

he saw you through your window on one snowy night as he was taking a walk, the frosted over windows not fully blurring over your face as you put on your makeup.

who did makeup at midnight during winter holidays?

but you had a party to attend to, a pre-christmas party with your university friends.

jeff observed you carefully from outside your window, observing and analyzing each of your individual movements.

how cute.

he hadn’t thought of people in this way for a long time, but just seeing you spurred some neglected feelings of lust and desire within him. when he noticed that you were finishing up and about to leave, he made his way into the perfectly positioned bushes surrounding your home. peeking from behind the leaves, seeing you in person just made him realize how breathtaking you were.

he had it confirmed then, that you were what he wanted.

so he rises up from the shadows, slaps his hand over your mouth, effectively muffling any of your screams, and begins dragging you back into the bushes where he came from.

you struggle and flail to no avail, it just excites him more. he liked it when his prey was feisty.

but no, you weren’t just his prey, you were the one for him, and you’d soon know it.

you never made it to the party that night.

ben drowned

another day, another fool that goes on cleverbot to try to talk to him.

he wonders just what they’re thinking—if you knew something was dangerous, why would you try to mess with it?

most of the time he doesn’t bother too much, he just sends them a virus and moves on with his day. but sometimes he’ll satisfy his urges and thoroughly enjoy traumatizing some poor victim for life.

today was one of those days, but when he looked through your camera and saw you, he was stunned. you were exquisite.

oh, ben was stuck in a teenager’s body, but his thoughts and... lusts had matured much past that.

so you wanted to talk to ben drowned?

he’ll grant you your wish.

you notice that your computer has begun glitching. tabs pop in and out. it freezes. it lags. it’ll even show you the blue screen of fucking death every once in a while. during those times, you’d notice the word BEN spelling itself over your screen. you’d only catch it for a brief second, and then it’d disappear as if it was never there to begin with.

but you were nevertheless terrified, and you couldn’t deny it.

you had been stupid. you had been morbidly curious. you did try to look for him, after all. christ, you even typed ‘hi ben :3’ into goddamn cleverbot.

but you must’ve bit off a lot more than you can chew, because all of a sudden, the room temperature drops, goosebumps break out over your skin, and it’s no longer a game.

your computer was talking to you, and you swear you weren’t crazy.

you feel a pair of cold hands slide around your neck from behind, and they squeeze at the sides, restricting the blood flow to your head.

soon you’ll fall unconscious, and ben will take you with him.

you’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?

slenderman

many, many people pass by the forest, pass by where he resides.

he looks at each and every one of them with a watchful eye, but they usually don’t hold his attention for long.

sometimes, a child or two will go missing in his forest. of course, it’d be because of him. he needed something to feed from, after all, and adults just didn’t cut it for him.

so why, then, was he so interested in you?

you weren’t a child; it surely wasn’t for food.

what else could it be?

ah, but it could only be one thing—the centuries old, eldritch being has finally found attraction in someone. in all those years of apathetic existence, for the first time he felt something in his heart, and it was for you.

he felt conflicted, at first.

just what was he supposed to do with a fragile human like you?

all he’d ever known was to instill fear into his victims, but he didn’t want to scare you. he wanted you to feel the same beautiful feeling that he felt towards you, for him. so he wouldn’t terrorize you. he wouldn’t give you any headaches, any static, any nosebleeds.

he wouldn’t cause you any pain, nor the slightest hint of discomfort. only turn the lights off as he faded everything to black, catching your falling form in his long, outstretched arms.

your next walk in the forest turned out to be your last, but it’s okay.

he’d keep you safe, he’d keep you happy.

as long as you were with him, everything would be okay.

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[princesspastel8]

Chapter 13

Third POV

Jeff was sent to kill some random guy who so happened to be a few blocks away from Eboni's home. Of course, the killer took the chance to sneak into her room. To his surpise, she wasn't home. So he waited until he grew bored and began snooping through her things.

Everything seemed ordinary besides her odd obsession with kawaii shit. That was until he opened her closet door after picking the lock on it. He figured whatever she's hiding had to be embarrassing, and man, was he right.

This bitch has two boxes filled with BDSM crap that it actually surprises the killer. Jeff lets out a loud laugh as he dumps the contents of each box onto the middle of her floor. This would be the perfect payback. Humiliating her like he did him.

In the meantime, he looks through each item, confused as to why all of the sex toys were still in their official packaging as well as her many sets of lingerie. He snickers when he comes across BDSM magazines. The smiling killer had no idea they made crap like this.

When picking up one of the magazines, a piece of paper slips through the pages. He picks it up, standing back to his feet. As he read the slip of paper, he grins his grin, growing wider at the presence of who he waited patiently for.

"Been awhile, huh princess?"

Her face is absolutely priceless. The utter embarrassment lacing her features as she realizes the contents on the floor. Her grip on her knife seems to weaken. Eboni opens her mouth to speak but is still acting like a deer in headlights.

"You know... I knew something was off about you- but I had no clue you were this much of a....freak." The smiling killer teases, holding the slip of paper in front of him. "Rules of a princess..."

Eboni felt dizzy. She never wanted anyone to know of her obsession. Especially not - "I-I..." she stutters, still at a loss of words.

"You what? Never used any of this shit? Yet you collect them like fucking trophies. Wanna say why?"

Eboni quickly shakes her head, lowering it in shame - the tips of her ears and cheeks covered in blush. Jeff moves closer, glancing at the paper again before dropping it to the ground. He leans over her, closing her bedroom door, and locks it. Through all of this, Eboni felt as if her feet were super glued to the ground.

"Did you not hear me the first fucking time? Answer my question." The Cheshire smiling killer said, whispering into the teen's ear.

Eboni could feel his body heat, his breath fanning her ear- making her whimper. She opens her mouth to answers but pauses. Oddly enough, a playful smirk takes her lips even though her mask is still on. Jeff seemed to not have noticed that Eboni is not only inexperienced but also a brat at heart.

"Make. Me." She said daringly, still remaining in her spot.

His movements were too quick for her to process. One second, she's standing a feet or two away from the bedroom door - The next her back is slammed against it, the killer snatching her knife and uses it to slice off her mask. He throws the knife so harshly that it lodges into the wall. Jeff flushes their bodies together, grabbing both wrist with one hand, and pins them above her head- his knee spreading her legs apart.

The killer stares into her shock, filled honey brown eyes before speaking, "Oh...so this is how you wanna play?"

"Jeff I-"

His free hand moves to grip her throat as his knee moves upward to press firmly against her core. He grins, leaning down to her lips. "Princesses only speak when told to, you bitch."

Eboni is silenced by his lips slamming into her own. She tenses, her brain cells frying by every movement of his lips against her own. More seem to burn at the feeling of his knee rubbing against her.

His rough actions cause Eboni to slowly give in. Why bother to fight it any longer? He found out everything, every single secret. She doesn't care if he uses them all against her. Eboni would embrace it all with open arms and lustful eyes.

Eboni whimpers, trying to keep up with Jeff's sensual kisses- but he's so earnest in this moment. He licks Eboni's lips, groaning at the feeling before forcing his tongue through. The smiling killer removes the hand around her throat to her hip, gripping it so tightly that it'll bruise. The gesture makes Eboni wetter than she is now.

Lips still tongue tied, Jeff guides Eboni's hips to grind against his knee at an opposite pace. Eboni, at this point, has completely melted into Jeff, waiting for him to fulfill her darkest desires. He pulls away from their kiss, a string of salvia stretching from the bottom of their lips. Noticing her Dialated pupils and lided eyes, he smirks- grabbing her hips to stop. He finally has her where he wants.

Jeff nods his head towards her bed, pulling away. "On your back, hands above your head."

Without hesitation, Eboni does as instructed - whining impatiently. Jeff watches, placing a hand over his mouth to hide how wide his Cheshire smile stretched. Just a few minutes ago, this bitch was back talking and now...she's puddy In his hands.

The killer moves on top of her, swiftly snatching his hoodie off over his head but keeping his jeans on. He places his middle and ring finger against Eboni's lips, "Suck."

She listens, moaning every time he forces his fingers further down her throats. He grins, yanking her sweatpants off. Jeff licks his lips at the sight of her pink patterned panties, completely soaked.

He groans, pulling his fingers out of Eboni's mouth. He yanks off her t shirt, taking in the sight below him. "Fuck..."

Her harden nipples poke through the fabric of her bra, her breast perky and curves in all the right places. But if the killer has to pick his favorite part, it'll be her thighs - and of course that ass. He likes a girl with meat on her bones. He needs to grab a handful of something after all.

Jeff rips her panties off, rubbing slow circles against Eboni's clit. The unknown feeling causes her body to jolt then tense. The killer laughs, taking in every second of this.

"You like that...huh? Answer me."

"Y-Yes...good..hn~" she moans, squirming underneath him.

He slides his middle finger inside, thrusting it slowly- the wetness of her cunt coating it. "Then why not do this to yourself?" Jeff asked, honestly a bit curious.

Eboni shakes her head, to embarrassed to say and overwhelmed by the pleasure and slight discomfort of Jeff's fingers after having him add his ring finger. The killer stops his motion, glaring darkly at Eboni.

"Answer." He demands, voice gruff with lust.

Eboni whines, pouting her lips. "W-Waiting for....daddy to treat h-his princess.." she responds, completely lost into her fantasy.

Jeff raised a brow, moving his fingers faster and quicker. "I'll ask more later... Anyways.."

The killer looks at his fingers, marveled at how coated they are with her juices. He licks his fingers, groaning shamelessly at the taste.

"You taste...." he whispers, lifting her legs and places both on his shoulders. He moves both hands to her hips, gripping them as his tongue takes a quick lick of her cunt. "....so fucking good."

Eboni grips the sheets above her head, little mewls escaping her at the foreign feeling of Jeff's tongue licking her slit and tongue fucking her. He could feel her walls tightening around his tongue, singling just how close she is. The fanning of his hot breath and rough rapid tongue flicks on her clit becomes her undoing.

"Aahh! Uhhhnnn~"

Jeff let's her ride out her high on his tongue before dropping her legs back onto the mattress. He licks his lips, savoring her taste as he unzips his pants - his raging boner springing out.

"Look at me."

Still in her blissful state, she looks at the killer hovering over her, finally noticing how oddly attractive he is. His skin is ghostly white, body lean, yet muscles chiseled. As her eyes travel further, they lock onto his cock. She feels her mouth begin to salivate at the sight. His length is long, girth wide and veins visible.

Jeff uses one hand to push his hair out of his face and the other to stroke himself. "Aren't I... beautiful?" He questions randomly.

Eboni whines, nodding her head as she spreads her legs- wanting him inside. Jeff laughs mockingly at her, his cock grinding against her clit- leaking pre.

"Is the little princess this desperate for my dick?" He asked, removing her bra to begin pinching her nipples painfully.

Eboni's back arches slightly off the bed as she nods her head, ready to do whatever it takes for him to shove it inside her.

"Beg then."

"Jeff....please.."

He bites his lower lips, suppressing a Cackle. To think his mind wasn't playing tricks, but preparing him for this excat moment. Without an ounce of hesitation, Jeff shoves himself into her. The sudden rough intrusion causes Eboni to cry out loudly, her eyes welling with tears as Jeff closes his eyes- groaning from the tightness.

They both stay motionless for a while, waiting for the moment of entrance to pass. The killer opens his eyes, and the sight of Eboni's pained expression gives him a newfound excitement. Jeff would slowly pull out of Eboni, leaving his tip in before slamming back into her.

"Look at you, on the verge of tears.." he laughs, letting a moan slip afterward.

Feeling herself getting stretched so slowly is a feeling she's struggling to comprehend. Pain. This is her first time having sex, and it's being handled so poorly. The moment is supposed to be sweet, gentle, and even loving. However, that isn't what Eboni wanted at all.

Hurts...hurts so good

Faster, deeper...rougher

Don't stop...never fucking stop

Jeff's eyes widen in shock until it's quickly masked by his sadistic urges hurling to the surface, scratching at his skin, poking at his mind. No holding back. He has no reason to hold back.

Though heavy tears are flowing from Eboni's eyes, a deranged smile would not leave her face. Jeff's demented tendencies take full swing after seeing that smile. His thrust became rougher, animalistic.

"So good! F-Feels so- aah!"

Eboni's back arches off the bed, pressing against Jeff's chest as she came- her vision clouded by stars. Jeff didn't give her time to recover. He lifts the girl, forcing her on her knees.

"Grip the headboard. I'm not done, not even close." He said, slapping his dick against her swollen slit.

"Daddyyy..." Eboni whines, rubbing her ass shamelessly against him to get the killer to hurry.

Jeff leans over, gripping the headboard as well. "Your pussy is so fucking red....and your begging? You bitch-"

He slames into her without warning once again. His thrust seems to be diving deeper into her from this new position. Eboni cries, feeling him slame so harshly against her cervix.

"Fuck...holy shit you're taking me so...so damn, uhnn~" Jeff groans into her ear before beginning to leave trails of bites and kisses along her neck.

"G-Gonna..mmhh!"

The killer wraps his hand around her throat, forcing her head to lean back and look at him. "Hold. It." He orders through clenched teeth.

At this point, Eboni feels like she's being torn in two, but Jeff doesn't care. The only thing on his mind is reaching his high and using this girl to do that. The two lock lips, the kiss sloppy yet full of passion.

"That's it. Keep sucking me in just like that, oh fuck!"

The two never broke eye contact, and that inhuman look in Eboni's eyes and smile are what sends Jeff over the edge and shifts something within his heart - unbeknownst to him. They cum, Eboni squirting all over his cock and Jeff emptying his load deep within her.

"Don't move. Keep it all in you cumsucking bitch." Jeff orders, still dealing with the high of his orgasm.

Eboni could only nod, feeling the mixture of themselves running down her leg. With her smile gone and tongue hanging out while panting, Jeff spits onto it.

"Swallow."

Eboni gulps with zero hesitation, whining for another kiss from Jeff. The two hold another sloppy kiss, Eboni still feeling his length pulsating inside her. Jeff breaks the kiss, licking Eboni's lips.

With their faces itches apart he speaks, "Be ready to get fucked like this from now on. I'm just getting started, princess."

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[ctheathy]

☏ Masterlist ☏

Sonic the Hedgehog

SH Tails/Reader • SH Tails/bold yet shy!Reader • SH Tails/sleepy!Reader • SH Tails/psychopathic!Reader • SH Tails/hyper cuddly!Reader • SH Tails/adoring!Reader • SH Tails/fox!Reader • yandere SH Tails/yandere Reader • yandere SH Tails/sweetheart!Reader • Nine/unintelligent yet emotionally clever!Reader • yandere Nine/Reader • yandere Nine/human!Reader • yandere Nine/Reader Rivalry • yandere Nine/abducted!Reader • yandere Nine/sweet!seedrian!Reader • yandere Sails/Reader • Sails/traveler!Reader • yandere Mangey/Reader • Mangey/traveler!Reader • yandere WWMH Miles/Reader • yandere Kitsunami/Reader • Zor the Zeti/pregnant!Reader •

NSFW Headcanons --- Zails/female!Reader [eating you out] • Nine/female+GN!Reader [eating you out+make out sessions] •

A Once Innocent Act of Tenderness - yandere SH Tails/Reader [Community Label: Mature] • Representative of Power - SH Tails/Reader [!Smut!]

Achievement Through Appetite - Miles[Operation Crimson]/female!Reader [!Suggestive!]

It’s called Desperation, Dummy~ - Tails/Reader [!Suggestive!]

A Betrayal out of Nowhere - Zails/Reader [!Smut!]

Creepypasta

yandere Julius the Dressmaker/Reader • Julius the Dressmaker/Reader Affection •

Survival instinct didn’t make the cut - yandere Ticci Toby/Reader

Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun

Hanako/Kou/Yashiro/Sakura/Reader who has a panic attack

Vocaloid

yandere Fukase/Reader • Fukase/Reader who lives under a rock

•#1 A State of Seduction - Fukase/Reader [!Smut!] #2 The Brattiest go Below - Fukase/Reader [!Smut!] • A Fall to Temptation - Fukase/Reader [!Smut!] •

Friday Night Funkin’

yandere Faker Sky/Reader • Faker Sky/Reader who likes to smooch her in her ‘mask off’ form • Miko/Tiktok addict!Reader

South Park // Hellpark

Hellpark Pip/sweetheart!childhood friend!Reader

So Wrong yet So Right - Hellpark Pip/Reader [!Suggestive!]

Happy Tree Friends

Flippy/sweetheart!Reader/Fliqpy

Fight Forwards Favour - Fliqpy/Reader

My Little Pony

yandere Changelings/human!Reader

Chikn nuggit

yandere Hawt Saus/Reader • yandere Fwench Fwy/biological child!Reader/yandere Iscream •

Popee the Performer

Popee/Reader

NSFW Headcanons --- yandere Popee/Reader who hate-flirts with him • yandere Eepop/Reader [stepping on him] •

Monster Hunter Stories

Dr.Manelger/assistant!Reader/Itsy-Bits

Hyoro reacts to fatally injuring his Darling

Lego Monkie Kid

Redson/male!Reader •

Disney

The Claim of an Operational Sin • Claude Frollo/female!Reader [!Suggestive!]

Misc.

yandere The Angel/Reader • Rio Ranger/Reader fluff alphabet 1/4 • Rio Ranger/Reader fluff alphabet 2/4 • Rio Ranger/Reader fluff alphabet 3/4 • Rio Ranger/Reader fluff alphabet 4/4 • Aoi/Reader/Miyuki • yandere Lucian Abbot/Reader •

Good Boy? More like... Gutter Boy • yandere Lucian Abbot/Reader [!Smut!]

Psych Ward of Partiality • Arc/Reader [!Suggestive!]

Heads or Tails for Granted • Rio Ranger/Reader [!Smut!]

Lost Chances Face Consequences • yandere Kennith Simmons/female!Reader

#masterlist #the guide’s gabbling

[chaotic-vibes-only-please]

Hey! I’m not sure where you stand with Ticci Toby, since the writer had pulled him from the fandom or whatever. But if you could do a yandere/aggressive smut for him, like reader making him jealous unintentionally, that would he great! If not, something similar with Hoodie would work too!

Green Eyed Monster- Toby x Reader Smut

A/N: I do still write for Toby! I'm pretty sure the writer said we could still use him as long as we aren't making a profit off of the character, so that's what I'm going by! Here you go babe, I hope you enjoy🍵

Warnings: Rough sex, begging, choking, overstimulation, Dub-Con, punishment, Dom/Sub, Yandere themes, toxic relationships, smut, NSFW, MDI

Tears trickle down your cheeks as Toby fucks into you, cock drilling in and out of your abused hole. You screw your eyes shut as he holds your thighs apart, his fingertips causing little bruises to form on your flesh. His free hand is wrapped snug around your throat, tightening every now and then to choke you.

You're light headed from the lack of air, the floaty feeling has adrenaline pumping into your viens, the thrill of the situation only adding to your building arousal.

"T-tell me how much you l-love i-it when I fuck you w-with my cock" He lightens the hold on your neck to let you speak. You gasp, sucking in a generous amount of air and struggle to talk.

"I-I love your cock!" You whine as he snaps his hips forward, driving his dick further inside of your messy cunt. "L-love being used by you Toby" You blabber as he pounds into you mercilessly. His cum from his previous release oozes out of you more and more with each thrust. You can feel it dripping on your skin in copious amounts.

"I'm the only o-one th-that can satisfy you, right? Only I can f-fuck you this good, this deep, n-n-not that shit head Ma-masky!" He rants, tightening his hold on your neck. "Beg for forgiveness and I mi-might think about letting you re-rest" His voice drops low, gruff from the constant small grunts of pleasure that strain his vocal chords as your pussy pulses around him.

You curl your toes and fingers as another all too familiar buzz of euphoria carries through your nerves. And scream you do, you shudder and try to wiggle yourself away from him. But judging by how he’s got you trapped, how he doesn’t loosen his grip in the slightest, you know you aren’t getting out of this anytime soon.

"I-I’m sorry Toby! We were just talking I swear!" You cry, loosing your mind to the pure bliss your mind and body are under. How many times has he forced you to cum already? You’ve lost track after the first three. Your walls are so sensitive it’s boarder-line painful. You’re thoughts only consist of getting your insides destroyed. His left shoulder jerks as he begins to chuckle, hand around your throat twitching. 

“J-J-just talking? D-Do you th-think I’m stupid?” He hisses into your ear before pushing your thighs further upwards until you’re manhandled into a mating press position, unable to move much in this new state. Your limbs are numb and worn out, you can only lay there beneath him and take it.

His cock hits a new spot inside you, deeper than missionary was able to offer. You nearly scream, body convulsing from that single hard thrust of his hips, the new angle allowing him to nearly hit your cervix. “fucking scream m-my na-name again” He dares, abusing your cunt until your vision turns white.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #smut

[myrequestblog]

Request Rules and My Favorite Characters

I can do other characters, but if you don’t specify which characters you want I will choose from these

Undertale AUs:

Classic

Swap

Fell

Nightmare

Dream

Ink

Error

Geno

Reaper

Fresh

Paperjam

Fellswap

Swapfell

Horror

G

Mafiafell (Sooner or Later You’re Gonna Be Mine)

Grillby AUs

Gaster AUs

Flowey AUs

FNaF DCA:

Sun

Moon

Eclipse

Bloodmoon

City of Blank:

Jericho

Claude (I will only write gay headcannons for him. Sorry notsorry)

Rex

Black Butler:

(I refuse to do Ciel or Alois, unless the reader is of similar age)

Sebastian

Grell

Undertaker

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Gojo

Yuji

Maki

Geto

Mahito (He’s an jack@$$ and I hate what he did but he’s hot)

Sukuna

Toji

That one white and blue curse that almost killed Yuji, and that I’ve decided to call ‘Akuma’ (Mostly platonic and/or pet-owner type relationships (Keyword ‘mostly’))

Hunter X Hunter:

I refuse to do Gon or Killua, unless the reader is of similar age

Hisoka

Illumi

Chrollo

Demon Slayer:

(I refuse to do any minors x reader, unless the reader is of similar age)

Kagaya (Platonic/parental only)

Giyu

Shinobu

Rengoku

Mitsuri and Obanai (All headcannons with these two are gonna be poly)

Muchiro (Parental/fraternal/platonic only)

Uzui

Muzan

Rui (Parental/fraternal/platonic only)

All upper ranks aside from 4 and 5

Enmu

Sabito

Senjuro

Dummy’s Dummy:

Paris

The Lalah twins

Polakov (We’ve been conditioned to hate him and have no major reason to actually dislike him)

Ivan

The Toy Soldier

Creepypasta:

Slenderman

Splendorman

Offenderman

Jeff the Killer

Jane the Killer

Eyeless Jack

Laughing Jack (Mainly gay headcannons for him)

Candypop

Ticci Toby

Masky and Hoodie (All headcannons with these two are gonna be poly)

Jason the Toymaker

Ben Drowned

Lost Silver

Zalgo

Evil

John Doe:

John Doe

House Hunted:

Maison

Yandere Simulator:

Yan-Chan

Rivals

Senpai

Gaster Gang:

Wingdings

Swap

Fell

Stars

Blindy

Swapfell

The void anomalies (Pet-owner relationships only)

Welcome Home Wally AUs:

Wally Darling

Reboot Wally

Lovesick Wally

Watcher Wally

Rainbow Factory Wally

Opposite Wally

Other Wally AUs

Sally Face:

Sal/Sally Face

Larry

Ash

Trevor

Fran Bow:

Only platonic relationships

Fran Bow

Mr Midknight

Itward

Deltarune:

Kris

Ralsei

Suzie and Noelle (Only lesbian poly for them, sorry)

Ralsei

Jevil

The Amulet Series:

Trellis

Emily

Gabilan

Max

Misket

Riva

Leon

SCP:

(Too many to say, but to start with-)

The indestructible lizard

The plague doctor

SCP-914 "The Bettering Machine"

The shy guy

"God"

Deal with the devil

A LOT more

Hazbin Hotel:

Charlie and Vaggie (Only romantic options for them is lesbian poly)

Alastor (Platonic, parental, friendship only. I’m sticking with the cannon that he is AroAce. Sorry 😅)

Angel and Husk (Gay poly is the only romantic options here. If u don’t like it, just keep it to yourself.)

Vox

Valentinto (He’s the worst person in existence but he’s damn sexy (unfortunately). We can all agree on that. I won’t make my bias against him known in the requests, I promise.)

Velvette

Lucifer

Adam (Because some people like him🤷 )

Rosie

Lute

Lilith (Or my rendition of her)

Carmilla

Zestial (Or my rendition of him)

Sera

If you have headcanons to ask for but don’t have anything specific in mind, use some emojis:

🥰 Fluff

🥀 Angst

🔞 Smut (Smut will be kept private unless the asker wishes to share)

😎 Chaos

🤩 Reader has powers/magic

🥳 Birthday Ask

🤕 Injured Reader

🤒 Sick Reader

🙅 Platonic

🫀 Yandere

🪢 Soulmate AU

🏳️‍🌈 LGBTQ

🐣 Reader is a Child

😺 animal or animal-related reader

👾 IRL reader

⚙ Using SCP-914

❤️/🧡/💛/💚/💙/💜/🖤/🤍 Reader Has a Specific Soul Color

💀 Undertale

🌓 DCA

👤 City of Blank

🤵‍♂️ Black Butler

💀 Jujutsu Kaisen

🍀 Hunter X Hunter

🗡️ Demon Slayer

🪡 Dummy’s Dummy

🔪 Creepypasta

👁️ John Doe

🏚️ House Hunted

💘 Yandere Simulator

🕳️ Gaster Gang

🎨 Welcome Home Wally AUs

👻　Sally Face

👧 Fran Bow

⚜️ Deltarune

📿 Amulet

❓ SCP

😈 Hazbin Hotel

(Example: 🐣+😎+👤 would be ‘Young reader causing chaos in the City of Blank’)

✅✅✅:

Fluff

Suggestive ideas or themes

Platonic Child X Parental figure

OC X Character

Fandom Crossovers

Yanderes

Character X Pregnant!Reader

Homosexuality

Heterosexuality

Polyamory

Depression

Anxiety

Mental Illnesses

Black Lives Matter

Any and all religious beliefs are welcome, however I know very little about most religions, so please be gentle with me

Death

Dealing with death

Pain (physical or emotional)

Injuries

Traumatic accidents or happenings

Bad parenting

Memes

Vines

Puns

Commented ideas

Suggestive

Having characters avoid their cannon death

Nicknames for characters

Furry-related content

Trans reader

Gay reader

Lesbian reader

Bi reader

Pan reader

LGBTQ readers welcome

Readers and characters with different nationalities

Readers and characters with different skin tones

Readers and characters who speak other languages

Readers and characters who are different species

Readers and characters with disabilities

Readers and characters with autism

Readers and characters with mental abnormalities

Readers and characters with physical abnormalities

Readers and characters with physical ailments

Readers and characters with varying levels of intelligence

Readers and characters with trauma

Readers and characters with conditions like vitiligo

Readers and characters who need things like a cane, a wheelchair, or limb braces

Young reader

Pyrotechnics ❤️‍🔥

Fandom crossovers (Highly encouraged for SCP ideas)

Age regression

Settings in different countries and continents

Truth or dare

❌❌❌:

Pedophillia

Necrophillia (Unless the person who is ‘dead’ becomes ‘the walking dead and can give permission’)

Power plays (unless sexual and with permission from the partner)

Sexual assault or r@p3

Homophobia

Transphobia

(What’s another phobia- we don’t like spiders either. Spiders are ugly)

Rac*sm

Abuse of any kind, unless part of and/or needed for a backstory or something

Politics

Hate crimes

Alcoholism

Drugs

Human trafficking

Child abuse

Underage drinking

Death of major characters

Death of comfort characters

Slurs

Smut (Suggestive stuff is a yes but a no on smut. Sorry peeps)

This account is SPECIFICALLY for requests.

ALL OF THIS IS COMPLETELY FREE!

Most of these will be in headcannon form or incorrect quotes but feel free to ask for something different!

I often update this post so remember to check every once and awhile.

If you have questions or concerns, let me know!

Main blog:

#ask #main post #pinned post #rules #request rules #request board #send me asks #anons welcome #ask me #send me anons #blog rules #guidelines #undertale #undertale aus #fnaf dca #city of blank #black butler #JJK #jujutsu kaisen #hunter x hunter #demon slayer #dummy’s dummy #creepypasta #john doe game #john doe #house hunted #yandere simulator #gaster gang #sally face #fran bow

[kiradrabbles]

Masterlist & fandoms i take

Hello! I'm Kira! A Slenderverse fan who likes to write! I'll do drabbles and so forth. Requests are very much open and i love receiving them!!

Fandoms i'll do: Creepypasta, Marble Hornets, Everymanhbrid, Tribetwelve, and Mlanderson0.

I'll take smut, fluff, angst, headcanons and matchups! I will also write both canon x canon and canon x y/n ! In case you aren't aware a matchup is when you send in information about yourself, and i match you (either romantically or platonically) with a character in a fandom of your choice! I just need your sexuality (if it's romantic), your personality, and what you like and dislike! Optionally you can also add your appearance and other stuff! :) I will not take Pedophilia and Zoophilia! I will do piss, but not shit or vomit, sorry!

Without further adieu, a list of all the stuff i've posted here:

masterlist:

Creepypasta:

Yandere Ticci Toby x AFAB reader fic (NSFW)

Ticci toby x AFAB reader NSFW alphabet

ticci toby x grunge/emo AFAB reader (light NSFW)

ticci toby

Marble hornets:

Brian Thomas x AFAB reader pre-MH (NSFW )

Tim, Brian & Alex x volleyball AFAB S/O headcanons(light NSFW)

Alex kralie x gn S/O highschool sweetheart headcanons (SFW)

Everymanhybrid:

Tribetwelve:

Mlanderson0:

please request!! i write good i swear

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #slenderverse #marble hornets #everymanhybrid #tribetwelve #mlandersen0 #send requests

[astupidweeb69]

Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 7

Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 & Part 6

Next Chapters: Part 8, Part 9

Author’s Note: Sorry I haven't been able to update as frequently. I've been unusually busy with moving out of my old apartment and traveling. Also for some reason I was having a huge case of writer's block for this chapter. Feel like it's not the best, but I've rewritten it like three times now and I just want to post something already lmao.

I also wanted to let you all know that for non-consensual content in this story, the kind of stuff in this chapter and chapter 4 are as far as it's going to go. If there is any actual smut later on, it'll be consensual.

Cross-posted on my Ao3 account which I update quicker.

Warnings: Swearing. Non-consensual touching/groping/kissing. Toby is creepy and horny idk what to tell you. (3,061 words).

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He should have seen this coming.

By now Toby realized he couldn’t control himself when it came to you. Everything involving this relationship never matched his expectations. It threw him for a loop, sometimes in a good way, and other times, like this one, in a bad way.

The only thing going through his head on the walk to your home was his apology, the gift he would bring you, and how you’d eventually forgive him. That you would no longer view him as a threat and finally see how ridiculous the whole situation was.

But that’s not what happened.

After countless hours of thinking about what to say, he found the perfect words to describe how he felt. A way to show you just how romantic he could be and convince you to stay with him.

However, all these lovely ideas had been shot down prematurely.

You didn’t even allow him to enter your home peacefully. Not giving him the chance to fucking speak. And he was so sure he had calmed down enough. Certain that he looked stable, approachable, and harmless. He didn’t want to hurt you. He didn’t want to have to do the things he ended up doing.

But when you denied his feelings, told him to leave you alone, and tried to shut the door on him, what other choice did he have?

Sure, he hoped the two of you could have had a mature conversation. One that would end in a mutual understanding that you should continue seeing each other. And he would respect your boundaries this time, and not… touch you.

At least not a lot.

However, Toby made these promises to himself while he was on his own, desperate to do anything it took just to see you again. When he was sad, heartbroken, and feeling a bit gentler.

So, all these promises, all composure, completely flew out the window once he saw you. Saw how you reacted in horror at his very presence.  And the overwhelming fear of having another person he cared for leave him took over. Toby was willing to do anything it took for his restless nights full of loneliness and agony to end. To finally have someone for his own, a tenderness his life was lacking.

He had you in his grasp, and he was going to dig his claws in to ensure that would never change.

He just wanted to get closer. Feel your skin. Feel your body. Your love. Feel it all.

His heart was ready to burst, making him foam at the mouth like a rabid animal.

 And an animal he was.

 Watching you run flipped a switch in Toby’s brain. The chase. The prey. The thrill of hunting you down. The inevitability of his victory.

Being a proxy wasn’t just a fancy title after all.

Of course, you had no way of knowing what you were up against.

Though admittedly, neither did he.

He expected you to put up a fight. The months spent stalking you, and how you stood up to him before, made that much clear to him. What he didn’t expect was how well you’d do.

Not many people without prior experience can think through their actions under extreme stress. But here you were, opening the balcony, having him question whether you’d already escaped. Hiding in the closet, bursting out when his guard was down, wielding a baton of all things? How you caught his leg, almost pushing him off the second story?

And nothing compared to the look in your eyes, that twisted smile on your face whenever you managed to land a strike. Foolishly believing you gained the upper hand.

The expression you had made him so fucking intoxicated at that moment. The sadistic glee he knew all too well, usually worn by him, gracing your features instead.

And it looked good.

He could have pounced on you all over again. Rip off your clothes. Make you scream for a completely different reason.

There would be plenty of time for that later though.

After knocking you out, panic settled over him seeing the aftermath. The little dance the two of you shared left a mess and he wanted to clean it as quickly as possible. It was a bit sloppy, but he managed to get most of it back in order. Probably not to the full extent he should’ve.

But it was all so exciting. Toby could hardly contain his joy as he carried your limp body over his shoulder, holding that duffel bag he found in the closet full of some of the things he thought you might need.

He felt like a kid in a candy store, finally getting their treat.

And what a treat you were going to be.

 **********************************

 Here you were now, lying in his bed still unconscious. Tucked carefully under the covers, a bandage on your head he placed there after cleaning the wound where he struck you.

He couldn’t really bring himself to feel bad about it. You were with him now. Contained. Trapped. Everything he had done leading up to this didn’t matter. All that mattered now was that he had you. The end justifying the means.

While he waited for you to wake up, Toby rummaged through your things to pass the time.

Obviously, he took the baton. Ignoring the fact that a weapon like that was hard to come by it also held sentimental value. The thing had brought the two of you together. A tool used to subdue another, something he could use in the future to tame that wildness you seemed to have. Only as a last resort though.

And then there was that pair of little brass knuckles he found at the bottom of the bag. He got a good chuckle out of it, picturing a tiny version of you on a playground getting into skirmishes with other children. Then bringing out the weapon on your small fist. That must’ve been a sight to behold.

Toby lifted his head at the sound of his bedsheets moving.

You were shifting in your sleep. He got up from the wooden chair and walked over, thrilled at the possibility you’d be joining him in the waking world soon.

It was so hard being patient.

Standing at the bedside, he watched your steady breathing.

Your chest rising and falling.

Eyes closed.

So vulnerable… so unaware.

Completely at his mercy.

A shiver ran through his body. Uncontrollable urges and sexual thoughts raced through his head. Why was it always so hard to suppress them around you?

He licked his lips, drool leaking from the exposed gash on his cheek.

His arm hesitantly reached out, hand trembling. Glancing up, he shamefully checked your face, making sure you were still asleep.

What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you, right?

His hand grabbed your breast, giving it a harsh squeeze. He bit his lip trying his best to stifle a moan. His face was already turning red. It was too much for him to handle. They were so soft.

He tried to remember a time in his life when he touched someone else like this, but he came up empty. God, if he went any further, he was going to lose it.

You let out a small whimper, beginning to stir awake. Given the context, Toby interpreted the sound in a much more erotic way. Like you were subconsciously trying to egg him on. His breathing quickened; his hand still attached to that part of you as he clumsily tried to massage it. Trying to elicit more of those noises.

But you didn’t.

He was too careless.

It was impossible for him to gauge just how hard he was grabbing. Unable to know that it was painful.

Your eyes snapped open, and you let out a sudden, bloodcurdling scream.

Toby quickly jerked his arm away from you. His face was still flushed, rubbing the back of his head, acting like a kid that just got caught stealing cookies from a jar.

Not at all convincing.

You scrambled to the other side of the bed, attempting to get up and run out the room.

Toby made no effort to stop you. He knew you were still feeling the effects of your head wound. Your legs were shaking and threatening to collapse underneath you. Almost on cue, you fell forward not even making it to the door.

He snickered cruelly at the pathetic display.

It was adorable. You just looked so cute. So clumsy.

You turned your head looking back at him in fear.

Your fate rested in his hands. It made him feel powerful.

He cockily sauntered over, making a point to tower above you as you crawled on your knees back into a corner.

You formed your hands into fists, trying your best to get into a fighting stance, leaning halfway up on the wall.

A wicked grin formed on his face.

Was that supposed to be intimidating?

Please, you couldn’t even stand up! Much less actually defend yourself!

His shoulders shook, giggling uncontrollably.

Giggle soon escalating into a loud hysterical cackle.

He couldn’t help it.

It was hilarious.

 “You fucking creep!”

 He stopped.

Toby didn’t know how to feel watching your outburst. Was this anger bubbling up inside him? Shame? Fear? Amusement? Lust? He only knew that whatever it was, he was feeling it intensely. You looked so fucking mad at him, baring your teeth while gripping the sides of the walls trying to hoist yourself up.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it! You’re a total psycho!” You sneered. “I should have fucking killed you! Just hit you over and over with that baton!” He listened as you began throwing a bunch of crude insults at him, no longer putting sentences together.

Okay, he figured it out. He was angry.

Punching the wall next to him, his fist easily broke through the plaster, bits of white falling out as he retracted his arm back to his side.

You fell silent, eyes widening.

“Enough.” Toby snarled.

He didn’t like that. He didn’t like being called names. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to allow you to do it. You’re lucky he liked you so much. Anybody else would’ve been in for a world of hurt. But he could be patient with you. For now.

Breathing heavily to contain his rage, he attempted to collect himself. You’d gotten the message. He didn’t need to go further yet.

Looking down he saw your lower lip start to tremble. Your previous confidence starting to waver.

Despite this, you still managed to look him in the eye. It was only now he noticed that you always maintained eye contact when threatened. No matter how terrified you were. It was almost impressive.

And your stare was full of emotion. So much passion.

He searched for the words to describe the way your eyes sparkled. Especially with the tears threatening to spill from them.

Willful. Determined. Stubborn. Beautiful.

He smiled, his clenched fists relaxing.

Man, you really brought out a strange side of him.

“I uh-understand you’re probably a bit disoriented.” Toby playfully tapped his temple at the tiny mark where your baton hit him. “Head wuh-wounds can be kind of bitch, huh? Not that I wuh-would really know. But they can muh-make me a little woozy sometimes.” He joked.

It was kind of adorable now that he thought about it. You two having matching injuries on your heads. Sadly, it wouldn’t last. His head would fully heal, while yours would most likely leave a scar. But for the time being, it was like when couples wear matching outfits. Just more… extreme?

It was definitely on-brand for the relationship so far. Him, a killer. You, a feisty little thing with a tiny sadistic side he was dying to get to know more.

“You think…” He heard you swallow, blinking a couple of times as you were clearly trying to fight back some tears, “You think I’m just a little disoriented? You think that’s what’s happening right now? Why I’m upset?!”

Your voice was beginning to rise again. He needed to put a stop to it.

Toby knelt to your level, hearing you inhale sharply.

“Careful now, (Y/N), you better wuh-watch yourself. After all, I’ve buh-been really patient with you so far.”

His mouth curled into a shit-eating grin. Using the same words you said to him that night you tried to kick him out of your home made him feel confident now. All the mistakes he made leading up to this moment weren’t important. It was over. He didn’t have to pretend. He didn’t have to panic that you’d stop talking to him, and even if he did something that he knew bothered you, or fucked up, it’s not like you could leave.

Toby watched you process his words. You were looking more agitated by the minute, his threats being the only thing stopping you from insulting him again.

He was a bit of a tease; he could admit that.

Though in a weird turn of events, you flashed him a wry smile staring intently at his nose.

It took him a second to remember how you’d taken a swing at it earlier. It was probably still a little bruised and swollen. He’d almost forgotten about it after he set it back in place. You clearly didn’t.

Tilting your head to the side, an attractive smile spread across your face. He blushed, stomach fluttering.

“You know Toby…” You batted your lashes, making him move his face closer to yours in anticipation. “Has anybody ever told you that you have a very punchable face?”

He frowned. That wasn’t where he thought this conversation was going.

“No!” Toby faked an enthusiastic tone. “Anyone that puh-punches me typically doesn’t live long enough to tuh-talk about it!”

The muscles in his face started twitching. He was pissed. Maybe he’d been a bit too lenient before by only threatening you with words.

He roughly grabbed your chin in one hand, his other arm picking you up by the waist, forcing your entire body to lean on his.

He could feel you trembling, your breath shaky as he scanned your face. You stared back, eyeing him with apprehension.

Toby relished the little gasp you made as he smashed his lips against yours. They felt soft compared to his chapped ones. The texture and open sores around his scar smearing crimson on your skin.

He bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Ignoring your cries of pain, Toby pulled on it with his teeth, sucking on the wound to get a taste.

Finally releasing your mouth, he admired how the beads of blood from the cut dribbled down your chin.

The metallic flavor lingered on his tongue. Familiar to him from the constant chewing of his flesh, now the result of your blood and his mixing together as one.

It was romantic in a way.

With a vice-like grip, Toby dragged you by the arm out of the bedroom and into the common area. You thrashed in his hold, scratching his arm and kicking his shins. But it was all in vain. He tossed you onto the ratty couch like a ragdoll and stood menacingly in front of you.

“I duh-don’t want to hurt you. But if you kuh-keep acting up I won’t hesitate to.”

He struggled to think of his next moves. On the one hand, he was upset you kept insulting him and wanted to punish your bad behavior. At the same time, he didn’t want you to be completely terrified of him. It was a difficult balancing act. Even more so considering all the different feelings he had right now.

You sat upright on the couch, staring at him while taking in your surroundings. The gears in your head were turning, and Toby could see the exact moment you realized you had no idea where you were.

The only thing outside the windows were trees that stretched on with no end. Nothing but branches and plant life at every angle. The middle of nowhere.

That might have been why you were acting this way, he noted. You hadn’t fully grasped the situation yet. Sure, you’d woken up in an unfamiliar place, but you were probably so scared and disoriented you didn’t realize you were completely isolated from civilization. That he hadn’t just taken you to some apartment in town. He had taken you someplace that made escaping impossible.

“Where… are we?” You sounded meek, barely even audible.

Toby smiled. Now you understood. “Home. Where you’ll buh-be staying from now on.”

Your face twisted in confusion, body tensing at his answer. “What?”

He didn’t respond. He wanted to watch you squirm a bit first.

Clearly, the silence was making you uneasy.

“What… is it that you want from me? Why are you doing this? Are you going to kill me?”

The last question came as a surprise. Why would you think something like that? Sure, he hasn’t been a total saint around you, but he never thought he left the impression that he wanted you dead.

He reached out his hand, disregarding how you flinched at his touch and began caressing your cheek.

“Why would I kuh-kill you? I want you (Y/N). I wuh-want everything from you. For you to stay here with muh-me. For us to be together. You won’t have to worry about anything anymore. I’ll muh-make sure of it.” His heart started to beat faster, excited to express the thoughts he’s been having for months. “I juh-just know once you come around, you’ll see that we wuh-were made for each other.”

You looked at him in utter disbelief. “How could you possibly think that? We literally just met.”

Toby scoffed. “I’ve buh-been keeping tabs on you for a while. I thought you figured thuh-that out. Seeing how you huh-haven’t left your house in weeks.” He continued after you only stared back at him in horror. “I knuh-know you don’t know me very well. But I know you. And after we spend more time together, you’ll understand wuh-what I’m saying. I know you will. You’re smart.”

He sighed, smiling longingly.

That wonderful feeling, the intense rush he always had in your presence, washing over him.

 Now he could finally say what he wanted to all along.

 “I love you, (Y/N).”

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