Ticci Toby X Reader

Ticci Toby x Reader

((I honestly have no idea what this is, I wrote it ages ago and have since been needing to just throw it out there. ))

I lay in bed silently waiting for time to pass while staring aimlessly at my bedroom door. Though my body is tired, my mind isn’t. A continuous buzz of nothingness and yet everything all put together as one.

The light sound of tapping against the glass window draws me out of whatever I was thinking.

Not tonight, I can’t do this right now.

“ (y/n),” a muffled call causes me to stiffen, “open up.”

Not tonight Toby.

I can still feel his hand pressed tightly against my throat while I struggled underneath him. The purple and green markings prove a reminder of how he really is.

“Open up the window, (y/n).” I can feel the hot tears slowly fall, my body slightly shakes as I desperately suppress a sob.

His tone shows annoyance and displeasure as I continue to ignore him.

I’m sorry, I just can’t.

His hand makes sharp contact with my bedroom window, the glass shakes from the force.

My body shudders as all I can hear is now silence, knowing he’s trying to find another area to enter through. I get up slowly trying to be quiet.

He’s coming.

I can hear him now, the sound of the laundry door giving way causes me to grab the pocket flashlight quickly. As silently as I can unlock and open the window.

My bare feet hit the cold cement, the winter truly showing through. I begin to speed walk around the side of my house, silently praying he hasn’t just tricked me into running. If not, I beg he is distracted and hasn’t realised I’ve ran.

My skin ripples with goosebumps as I rush to unlock the side gate, forcing myself out and into the open of the street I run.

My feet burn as I run, the cold and jolted Road provide no comfort for my rushed pace. I can hear him, his movements quick and Predator like.

I choke out a sob as I make a turn down the foot path leading towards the park, praying that I make it there before he can get me.

I know he wants to scream at me, shout my name at the top of his lungs. But he can’t, he knows he can’t.

I know I shouldn’t do this, but I want to try and finish this. I shouldn’t have even let this continue. But I was selfish, we were both selfish.

Im so close, just a little further.

Please. I’m so close.

With every part of me I push through, I can practically feel him on my heel. His heavy steps echoing down the empty streets, I want to scream, I want to shout and yell at the top of my lungs! But I know if I do it will only make it worse, I won’t risk anyone else getting hurt.

As my feet hit the damp grass I feel my body crash with full force. My body held tightly by his as I try to struggle, I’m sorry Toby.

“I quit,” I whisper, defeated.

I can feel his body stiffen over my own. My chest continues to rise and fall erratically. I was surprised he could even hear me. I stop resisting him, my arms falling limp and weighted as I let it all out.

“I cant to this anymore, please!” I sob.

He turns my body over so I face him, pain and anger is all I can see through my own blurred vision.

“Don’t,” He cautioned, “stop talking, please!”

I shake my head as I continue.

“I don’t need you anymore,” I pause taking a deep breath. “You said to me, that if I ever wanted to leave no matter the circumstances I could give you this!” I raise my voice trying to prevent it from cracking.

I try to yank my hand away, to show the small flashlight. A gift he gave me a month after we met. I understand something so small and weird isn’t technically a romantic gesture but I always kept it close and prayed I never had to use it a against him.

His grip tightens on my wrists, as I finally hear it, a loud sob exits from him. The hot tears landing on my bare neck as his body shudders.

“You can’t,” he whispers, “please... don’t leave me.”

“You’ve given me no choice,” I continue on, “you’ve hurt me so many times emotionally and physically. I can only take so much.”

“I know,” he looks at me, this can’t be the eyes of a murderer, his once pale face shows red blotches as he continues to cry. “But I never meant it!”

I shake my head and look away.

“Please let me go.” i softly beg, causing Toby to shake his head is dismay.

“No, I’m not letting you go” he says yanking me into his chest and holding me tight.

I begin to struggle against him, but no avail I am left powerless. I wanted to hurt him like he hurt me. He needed to feel pain, and to extent he did but I am the one let to deal with it all.

Summertime Sadness (NSFW)

REQUESTS: Hey ! Can you write an imagine with Henry or Patrick based on the song “summertime sadness” by Lana del Rey ? (You know, after Patrick dies, after Henry’s fall and all) Thanks if u can 😊

Hey can I please have sm\ome soft Henry smut? I love your blog so much, I have been binge reading! Thx hun!

A/N: I’ve been in such a mood for some soft Henry smut (well just smut in general) so here it is. Also thank you for introducing me to the song Summertime Sadness. It’s perfect!!

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The dull creaks and groans of the old Kissing Bridge serenades you and your husband as you two venture through your childhood town under pale moonlight. You share in laughs of forgotten memories buried deep within your subconscious, left to rot had your boss not relocated your office branch to the quaint town.

Walking hand in hand with your husband you find yourself content looking at the weathered fence that bears the scars of teenage antics in the form of names and hearts and the less endearing hate speech that should have died in the 80’s. All juvenile.

“How is it you’re only now remembering this stuff?” You husband laughs, tugging you closer towards him.

“I don’t know.” You answer honestly, looking at the ghosts of lovers past. “After leaving this place I just—never thought to remember it.”

It sounds strange now that you’ve said it out loud; an almost bittersweet thing to think about. A whole childhood lost simply because you moved on.

“Nothing?” Your husband presses. “Not your house or school? What about friends? Best friends?” A pause. “Boyfriends?”

You think, making that scrunched up face he loves to mock you for. A hazy face of a boy comes to mind but it’s nothing solid or tangible. It was the type of image that would fade away if you concentrated too hard. But a name sticks to tip of your tongue.  Only falling off in a soft whisper when you past by a familiar heart. “Henry

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Pretty Boy | Part 2

Sandor x reader

Part 1 here : https://taynuz.tumblr.com/post/184944147799/sandor-x-reader-t-vulgar-language-light

M (smut)

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The sensual tone in your voice sent Sandor over the edge. He kissed you again and ran his hand up your back and into your hair. He took you over to his bed and sat you on his lap. You could feel him become more excited beneath your smallclothes. The feeling of his stiffened member drove you mad. You had laid with men before but you could tell it was going to be different with Sandor. The way he handled you was different, almost like he was afraid to hurt you and run you away. You started to grind against him impatiently, the hold he had on your hair tightened and he let out a throaty growl.

“Gods, woman! One might confuse ya for a bitch in heat.” He laughed as he moved his hands under your dress and grasped your thighs. His calloused hands skimmed over your soft skin making you begin to drip. “I can damn near smell ya from here, lass.” He nuzzled his stubbled face into the crook of your neck pushing you past your breaking point.

“I need you to fuck me. Now.” You borderline moaned. You felt Sandor twitch beneath you and you knew you struck a chord. He grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto your back. In one swift movement, he threw the skirt of your dress up and kissed along the inside of your thigh. You had never imagined Sandor to be a tease but you weren’t complaining.

“Look at how wet I’ve made ya, little bear.” He said as he ran his finger over the soaked fabric. “I can’t wait ta taste ya.” He looked into your eyes as he looped his fingers around either side of your smallclothes and gently pulled them off. The second he looked into your core he let out a groan and began to kiss your nub. You felt all your nerves awaken as Sandor’s tongue flitted erratically over your clit. You couldn’t stop the sounds of pleasure escaping you which only made Sandor work even more to bring you to your climax. You finally released when he inserted a digit into you and pumped lovingly. An explosion of colors erupted behind your eyes as you came. Sandor laid a kiss on your folds before raising to stand. You were still panting in complete ecstasy as you watched him undress. You sat up and grabbed hold of his waistband. He grabbed your hands and put them on his cock.

“I’m not waitin’ ta have you any longa. Dress, off.” You did as he commanded and removed the wine soaked garment, exposing your breasts to the chill of his chamber caused your nipples to stand at attention. This caught Sandor’s eye and he couldn’t help himself from pouncing on you and taking the little pink bud into his mouth. The things that man could do with his tongue put you in a frenzy. His other hand shot down to undress the rest of his lower half. Once he had freed himself and moved his fingers back to your supple breast and toyed with your nipple.

“Fuck, Sandor! Why do you torture me so?” You gave an exasperated sigh and ran your hands along the outline of his shoulders.

“All in good time, little bear.” He kissed you again but this time it was much gentler, more loving, and almost as if he didn’t want to miss a moment. You could taste yourself on his lips as you ran your hands from his shoulders down either side of his body and back up to his chest.

“Sandor, please.” You were never one to beg but the anticipation was almost painful. He reached down and positioned himself at your opening. You propped your knees up by his sides welcoming the intrusion. His forehead met yours as he pushed into you lightly giving you a moment to adjust to his size. From the moment he entered, he hit all the right places inside making you feel dizzy. His slow rhythm began to pick up as you squirmed beneath him. You could tell he was trying to keep you comfortable and everything he was doing felt amazing, but you wanted the hot, feral fire that you knew was in him. You dragged your nails along his back sending a shiver down his spine. He started to pick up the pace.

You felt like you were about to unravel when you leaned up and whispered in his ear. “Fuck me harder.” He grabbed the back of your hair again and pulled, his other hand reaching down to grab your ass. You knew he had more in him that he was afraid to let out. You tried to stay somewhat quiet but your cries of satisfaction kept raising and you finally crumbled. His rhythmic pounds throwing you deeper into pure euphoria. He slowed his pumps as you came down, all the while kissing your neck and cheek.

“What do ya want now, little bear?” You loved that he was at your every command and you wanted him to be complete with you.

“I want more.” Sandor gave out a hearty laugh.

“Ya think ya can handle more, lass?”

“I want you to release.”

“An’ how exactly do ya want that?” He whispered into your ear.

“Flip ‘round.” Sandor wrapped his one arm around your back as he used the other to turn you both over. You sat straight up, letting him inspect every inch of your body. His grip on your thighs was strong and you could tell he was holding back. You started rocking back and forth, feeling his cock rubbing your spot and reigniting the fire inside of you. Sandor ran his hands through his hair and through his head back, groaning.

“Seven Hells, woman. Where did ya learn that?” He grabbed your thighs again as he watched you bounce on his hips. He took hold of one of your breasts and began to play with your nipple making you gasp and moan. You could tell he was enjoying himself, the noises he made were becoming more feral by the second. He sat up and placed a firm grip on your ass. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and kissed him with no control. He began humping in unison with you and you could feel your release coming quickly. Your tongues danced as he let out a sigh and thrusted into you with all his length causing you to whimper in orgasm as he spilled his seed into you. You stayed that way for a while, panting and kissing, a web of sweat and lust. You placed your head on Sandor’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around your back and his hands ran up and down the length of your spine.

“Stay.” He tried to whisper but you still jumped. You pulled back to look at him. The sadness that you saw in his eyes earlier was gone. Replaced with longing and what you only thought could be, love. You had never been asked that before, your heart ached at his request.

“Of course.” He grabbed your face and planted one last kiss on your lips before laying you both down for the night.

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You awoke the next morning almost hanging off the bed. Sandor was sprawled out next to you, his arm still caught beneath you. The sun was just starting to rise prompting you to get up and get to work. You put your wine stained dress back on before turning back to Sandor to tell him goodbye, only to find him already wake and watching you.

“Mornin’.” He grumbled as he gave you a once over, biting his lip.

“Good morning.” You smiled back at him. He reached for your hand, which you gave him, and pulled you back into his bed. Immediately, you began kissing him, thanking the gods last night wasn’t just a drunken exchange. “I need to get ready for work.” You began to get up when Sandor’s hands found your hips and pulled you back into his warm embrace.

“I’ll come find ya tonight.” You loved his assertiveness.

“You better.” You said snarkily as you gave him a farewell kiss and made for your chambers to change.

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The day had been going as usual. After you were changed, you had a bit of food to start the day. You headed out to the courtyard to begin your gardening duties when you were stopped by a pair of knights requesting your attendance in the Great Hall. You knew the wrath of Joffrey would come down eventually. Thankfully, King Robert was a merciful king and was never one to obey orders from his children.

“Lady L/N.” King Robert was always the respectful type toward women in the Keep, calling them Lady whether they earned the title or not.

“Your Grace.” You curtsied before him politely.

“It has been brought to my attention that you have disgraced a tournament victor. Been told you wouldn’t dance. Is this true?” He was still a little drunk from last night’s feast, you hoped that would be to your advantage. You glanced to the king’s left and noticed the bruised knight that tried to court you. He was standing beside Joffrey’s seat, smirking down at you.

“It is true, my lord.” You stood strong, you had not committed any crimes.

“And it’s also true, you wouldn’t let him fuck you?” King Robert rolled his eyes.

“I would not, my lord. He had been cruel to me, he broke the Knights Code of Arms.” You looked right into Ser Eyan’s eyes as you added the last part. King Robert snapped his head towards the knight angrily.

“Does this woman speak truth, Ser Waynwood?” The knight was about to open his mouth when he was interrupted.

“Aye, ya Grace. He laid ‘ands on the girl, spilled wine on ‘er, called ‘er daft.” You tried not to smile at Sandor’s confirmation of the events from the night. In that moment, you had fallen for the Hound.

“Eyan of House Waynwood. I renounce your title of Knight of the Seven Kingdoms and exile you from King’s Landing! Everyone begone now! I need sleep!” King Robert bellowed.

“But Father! She disrespected a knight and champion in front of the entire feast! She deserves punishment!” Joffrey’s face was redder than you had ever seen. You did your best not to chuckle at his tantrum. King Robert’s head was in his hands, likely trying to release his gnawing headache.

“Quiet, Joffrey!” The hall fell silent. “You are relieved of your gardening duties and will be appointed chambermaid to Princess Myrcella.” Again, you fought back the urge to smile, Myrcella was a delightful girl and you knew it would be no difficult task to be her chambermaid. Before Joffrey could whine again, King Robert dismissed everyone officially from the hall. Eyan Wyanwood’s stance diminished as he talked in hushed tones to Joffrey, likely requesting a pardon for his actions. Joffrey stormed out of the hall without giving the ex-knight an answer. Jamie Lannister approached Waynwood, took him by the arm and escorted him out of the Keep.

“Clegane, L/N.” You and Sandor turned to face the king. “We leave for Winterfell by the week’s end. Make sure the prince and princess are prepared.” With a nod, King Robert left. You and Sandor left the Great Hall, laughing to yourselves.

A/N: I will be doing a part 3 to this! I am super invested in this relationship now and can’t wait to show you guys its depths!  Thank you to those that requested a part 2, much appreciated!! 

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petition to remake all of the twilight movies where everything is the same except that bella is played by john mulaney who has not been given a script and just has to deal with these circumstances as they come.

Richie: You punched me in the face, you made me walk through shitty water, you dragged me into a fucking crackhead house! And now… I’m gonna have to kill this fucking clown.

Pennywise:

Ben, jumping onto a table: “Whomst’d’ve consumed my ice juice?“   Eyeless Jack, trembling: “S…should i c-call an exorcist?"  Toby, t-posing on a chair: "It is i who hath consumed thy ocean sauce"  Jane, shaking  "CALL THE FUCKING EXORCIST"