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MASKY FAN FICTION?!?!?

I dare you to write NSFW hcs 😈 (I love your work by the way <3)

i wrote this instead of getting ready for work >;3 took me a long time too (still not great at writing smut and i need to figure out the tags help are these okay idk) but it is done and i hope im feeding you guys well <33 i didnt write headcanons because i wanted to try something else but i think thats alright haha - - - - - - - -

! - MDNI - !

smut drabbles

features: slenderman, eyeless jack, jeff the killer, timothy w. [masky], brian t. [hoodie], ticci toby [seperate]

reader: pronouns not specified but female anatomy described

! warnings: shameless smut, monsterfucking, restraints, tentacles, rough sex, premature ejaculation, some other things that are less 'severe'

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SLENDERMAN

Sitting in Slenderman’s lap, barely clothed at all, while he watches you get off on his spindly thighs with wild abandon. Your bright blush spreads down your body with every movement that denounces his own godhood, degrading him to be nothing more than your mere sex toy – and he loves it. He’s so powerful, so deadly, yet you are the only one in this world whom he would kneel for. You deserve pleasure and he takes great pride in your shared… creativity in the bedroom.

You don’t even register the booming voice echoing through your mind while black tendrils sneak up your bouncing body to grasp at every bit of your exposed skin and tug you further into his being, to make it seem as though you can be one.

“Trust me, my love.”

And he can’t help but preen at the sight of you clenching around nothing when one of his tentacles prods at your entrance, eyes closed and only thinking of him.

EYELESS JACK

“I know it’s a lot… You’re doing so well for me.”

You felt like you were being cut wide open with the way Jack was impaling you on his girth. No amount of foreplay, which he had mastered by now, could ever prepare you for the intrusion of his cock. Every time he retracted himself to push himself just an inch further into your pussy he let out a groan, sweat collecting at the tip of his nose before it dripped down onto you. You wouldn’t ever be able to decipher the look in his empty eye sockets, so deeply black that they peered right into his stained soul, but you knew that he looked at you with so much love that it was worth it.

“Fuck-”

A growl escaped his throat once he bottomed out inside of you, his hips meeting yours… You felt his tip kiss your cervix with every experimentally shallow thrust he offered in apology for his heavy shaft, kissing you deeply to make you feel better and let you brace yourself for his full strength.

It’s not like you could ever be mad at him anyway, but you appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

JEFFREY WOODS

Jeff would push your face down into the mattress by the back of your skull, effectively choking you without putting his hands anywhere near your throat. That wicked grin he flashed you from behind once he tugged you back into him… you having to arch your back by the way he grips onto your hair as he takes you from behind. You never kept up with the sway of his hips and you were always reminded of just how strong he really was even though he didn’t exactly take the best care of his health…

His thick arms caged you in from behind as he adjusted the angle of his cock pointedly hitting all those sensitive parts within you.

“I should fucking punish you for ruining me, fuck.”

His heavy breaths made it quite obvious that he exerted himself to no end just to hold his brutal pace.

“Take you with me everywhere I go, show you off-”

He pushed you back down, effectively fucking you into the bed and hammering the headboard into the wall that seemed to slowly crumble away with every thrust.

“Fuck you until you’re obsessed with me.”

TIMOTHY WRIGHT [MASKY]

“Haaaah… more?”

Tim groaned deeply as soon as he heard your pleas for him to quicken his thrusts, to take you just a little harder. He was a slave to your words, looking down at your trembling form with a fire in his usually kind eyes. Whenever Tim looked at you, it was filled with adoration and he seemed to have this quaint glow around him in your proximity, but when he took you to bed, he became another person indeed.

He wanted you with so much fervor that his enthusiasm consumed you whole sometimes, willing to push yourself to your own limits just to see him lose it…

“I- ah! I love you.” Tim choked on his own saliva as your legs gently circled his thick waist, drawing him even closer to you and locking him in place. His face fell into the junction of your neck and shoulder, breathing heavily to contain himself.

He was mewling in pleasure, grunting at every drag of his heavy cock, but you knew that you fucked up when you felt a dark chuckle against your sweaty skin.

“Knew you just needed to be fucked by me, you dirty, little whore.”

Fuck, Masky…

BRIAN THOMAS [HOODIE]

“He always prepares you so well, sweetheart. Makin’ me lose my goddamn mind.”

Hoodie had been toying with you for hours… Or what felt like hours, surely. Worst thing was that he never meant for you to be so overstimulated… He just does what he does best – loving you, gently and thoroughly. Now that you’re dealing with Brian, however,… his tone of voice might have been just as delicate as Hoodie’s actions, but the former liked to order you around and make you fall apart for him.

“On your knees. That’s it, pretty… So sweet. Look at you.”

He held onto the waistband of your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin sharply, earning a light hiss from you as you were forced to sit in a puddle of your own fluids. He just smirked down at you.

“Made for me.”

Brian circled around you like a predator, occasionally caressing your warm cheeks and pressing a kiss against the crown of your head.

Sitting down on the bed, he slapped his clothed thighs with a wolfish grin.

“Come to Daddy.”

TOBIAS E. ROGERS

“Just the tip, please– please–”

Toby squeezed you just a little tighter than what would have been acceptable, but you found it endearing to have him so desperate under you. Your folds were coating his bright pink length in your juices, which had him thinking that you were finally ready to ride him, but he cannot deny that he loved it when you made him beg for it.

He didn’t know his own strength, but he knew that he could easily overpower you anytime. Somehow it was way hotter to hand the control over to you. Most of the time anyway.

You kissed him passionately, hands wandering down his lean body, fingers caressing every crevice and scar, but just when he thought that you were about to touch him, you lifted yourself off his lap to slam down on his cock.

And after all that teasing, Toby just couldn’t hold it in any longer…

“F-Fuck! O-oh my fucking God, I c-can’t, I fucking can’t!”

But he did like seeing his cum drip out of you.

that's so mecore

*laughs in sugar addicted*

*cries in sugar addicted*

Toby: [Hiding Y/N]

Tim: If there’s nobody here, why are there two bowls of ice cream on the table?

Toby: Oh, well, you know. I’ve got two hands and a sugar addiction.

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Oh great and powerful fanfic guru please answer my humble plights,

IMAGINE creepypasta of your choice with a s/o who gets cold in like 70 degree weather so imagine when the snow starts to fall and cuddling on the couch under fluffy blankets cause it's cold!!!! >V<

Please and thank you! ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*

Omggg my first request, thank you so so much for this <33 i hope you have such a wonderful day, now onto the creepypasta fic >:)

Winter Summer

Ticci Toby x Reader

Lying in your freezing bed, you were crawled up into a ball with multiple layers of blankets on top of you, no matter how many layers you put on, it would still be freezing. Your speaker playing music in the background was just some white noise to you, shaking and sneezing under the covers, you heard a knock on your wooden door.

Too cold to move you let out a small ‘come in’ yet it was loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear, entering without hesitation was none other than your twitchy boy standing by the doorframe. “There you are! Cmon, get up, you didn’t even have breakfast nor lunch yet!” Toby said with a few stutters here and there, slipping his hands under your large amount of layers, he grabbed onto your hands and started to drag you out of your blankets. You were groaning from the coldness and from your lack of warmth from your blankets.

“Nooo, it’s too cold” You whined with your hands in his as he continued to drag you, half your body was on the ground whilst the other half was on your bed with your legs still under the covers. “You need to move, you’ve been in your room all day, besides, i’m bored and I missed you” he pouted, lifting you off from the ground and are now in his arms. “You saw me not even an hour ago Toby” You spoke up, freezing under his touch, as he carried you down the stairs to the kitchen, his body jerking and twitching more than normally, probably from the low weather, not that he knows, he can’t feel.

Releasing you from his grasp, you were found in the kitchen on a stool by the island. Resting your arms on the counter and laying your head, he placed a plate in front of you yet frowned from the sight of you, “you okay? You seem cold” he asked, stutters and all. You groaned in response, his frown deepening as he sighed, taking your arm and dragging you to the living room, you immediately sat on the couch and lied there in the cold. You hated this weather, you just wished it was summer all over again, the warm feeling of the sun on your skin, the leaves growing and the flowers dancing with the wind.

Meanwhile you hadn’t even noticed that toby left the room to get blankets and pillows, “I’m back!” His voice muffled, looking over to your boyfriend, his arms were filled with fluffy blankets and pillows, placing them on the ground he smiled at you, taking off his sweater, he handed it to you with pink cheeks. You smiled at his kind gesture and took it in your hands, slipping it on your body. It somewhat helped your body warmth knowing it was his as you felt butterflies in your stomach.

“You lay down, while i make a small blanket fort for us, then we can watch a movie!” Toby exclaimed, while his arm jerked up, i smiled at him and nodded in response as he started to build the said fort, grabbing a few chairs as the walls, making a roof, and even using a pillow as a ‘door’.

Toby crawled into the fort and saw you in the same position, waiting patiently for your lovers touch. Seeing your body still quivering from the cold, he immediately crawled towards you ,due to the low roof of the fort. Slithering next to you on the couch, he placed the extra blankets on top of you both as he cuddled and stuffed his head into your chest, the warmth of his body on top of your cold one instantly heats you up, reminding you of summer relaxation, just you both lying there with peace. Toby loves to hear your heartbeat no matter what, it calms him down on so many levels, and the touch of toby in your arms never fails to give you beautiful and fluttering butterflies.

Feeling his hands around your torso while yours in his dark brown fluffy hair is enough to put you to sleep.

Just you two, on the couch, in the living room.

Until Jeff thought it was a good idea to throw ben on the roof of the fort.

Thank you!! <3

-K.T

A/n: im sorry if this isn’t really what youre hoping for, but i hope you had fun reading!!

Hello :) I plan on writing a creepypasta fanfiction, currently I'm just gathering different information on certain topics. Typical fanfic writer things.

This fic will be posted on A03, Quotev, and maybe Tumblr as well. So far I have nothing planned out other than the general idea I want and some original characters. I was just wondering since the creepypasta fandom is deprived from actual good fanfics and not the ones written in like 2013 with shit grammar and terrible characterization 😭

What would you like to see in the fic? Please drop ideas or anything that bugs you when reading a creepypasta fanfiction. I'd like to make this as perfect as possible. Of course it won't be as amazing as 'spill your guts' or 'this apartment has horrors in it' or 'delirium' (WHICH ARE ALL AMAZING CREEPYPASTA FANFICS YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY READ THEM IF YOU HAVENT !!) but I want it to be my best work.

Currently suffering from writer's block...I'm still working on the fic but I can't find the motivation to write anything ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠˘⁠_⁠˘⁠)⁠┌ maybe if I open up requests I can force myself to actually write something instead of just staring at my drafts for 15 minutes straight and then exiting the notes app with zero progress. I'll make a pinned post soon about the things I can and can't write ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ don't let me down guys.

Wait guys do you prefer the Slender-mansion au or should I just write the main proxies? I don't know if I should write those three or is it better to include more of the well-known creepypasta characters ૮꒰ྀི ◡ ˶ ◡ ꒱ྀི১

Hi, could i ask for some headcanons for Toby, Ej and Ben with a S/O who gets easily lost, like even getting lost in the most absurd places

(♡) Authors note; my first request LET'S GOOO 💪 I'm still not used to writing headcanons but I really want to, and I realized that I started quite blindly :') I should've made some character analysis or aus beforehand but oh well. I'll do it another time but for now, here you go <3 also not proofread so ignore any mistakes

TOBY;

- this man is the embodiment of attachment issues. It took a pretty long time for him to crack open his protective shell, and once he did he swore to never leave your side.

- I imagine this happening whenever you two are outside, which rarely happens. I mean...he finally found a lover, he won't risk them running away because let's be honest, he probably kidnapped you but that's another story.- you two were just taking a stroll in some area and then all of a sudden you're gone. Completely out of sight.

- low-key panics once he realizes that you're not beside him anymore.- will literally search the whole entire place for you, calling out your name multiple times. He doesn't care if some passerby hears him. He will find you.

- once he catches a mere glimpse of you, he's immediately running over. It's clear that he's upset, he really thought you took the chance to run away since he finally warmed up to the idea of going outside and not keeping you locked up in his stinky ass cabin (please get this man a proper home he really needs it)

- good luck convincing him that you just wandered off because he would not believe you. After a while he might let it go but best believe the little walk you two planned is cut short. He's taking you back to his place as soon as possible.

- it might take him some time to let you go outside again since he's still a little suspicious. And now he's even more clingy but hey, we're not complaining. Who wouldn't want Toby by their side 24/7?

EYELESS JACK;

-quite similar to Toby, this cannibalistic demon finally found someone who actually loves him (which he still doesn't get what you see in him) let's just say...he wouldn't be very happy about the situation.

-would also think you were running away from him. After the whole failed cult sacrifice thing and him losing his vision, his other senses are now heightened. He'd use that to his advantage to find you.

-which isn't too hard for him, you didn't wander far since he probably heard you as soon as you walked away.

-he isn't angry, just worried. He starts to look after you more often, always keeping an eye out Incase you get lost again (...he doesn't have eyes:3)

-it becomes a little thing where whenever you start to walk off, he's dragging you back by the collar of your shirt so you don't get lost again.

BEN;

-this isn't much of a problem for him, sure he'd be quite confused at first because where the fuck are you going?

-this little fucker probably finds it amusing, not even doing anything about it just to see you get lost.

-eventually guides you back to wherever you two were originally. Like I said, it isn't a problem for him and he won't panic like the others since he is literally a ghost...he could just teleport to you whenever.

-most of the time he drags it out to see you get scared once you realize you wandered off again and can't seem to find your way back but he'll still help you. Just after a long time because he's an asshole like that.

I was really surprised by your quick and kind response, excuse the pause in my replies. Since you're alright with the topic I gave you, would that be okay if I asked you to write Toby, BEN and Clockwork with a npd!reader? Fem or gn, whichever you prefer

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(♡) Authors note; awh :⁠,⁠-⁠) I'm sorry for the wait! I feel so nervous writing for disorders SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I DID SOMETHING WRONG PLEASE (also can you tell I love toby 🙁 my hcs for him are always longer than the others)

TOBY;

-So...where do I start.

-I really don't want to sound ignorant but I feel like this wouldn't age well with the Toby we all know and love.

-People with npd tend to feel the constant need to be important, respected and powerful.

- and he'd give you just that. It took him so long to finally open up and trust someone after everything that happened to him, no matter how much he tries to convince himself that he doesn't need anyone anymore because they'll just end up leaving like his mother and sister, he actually found a partner. And he's obsessed with them. There is no denying that.

- he genuinely believes that you're too good for him, unintentionally feeding your pride. And that's exactly what you want.

- and he gives it happily if it means staying with you.- yeah... Toby is a dog.

- he loves like a dog.

- even if he comes to terms in his mind that this isn't the healthiest relationship, and that you probably only stayed with him because he gave you his every bit of attention, feeding your pride and need to be the best, he'll always stay.

- sometimes his mood swings kick in. Talking back, throwing snarky remarks your way, perhaps even bringing up your tendencies to bring you down, crush the facade of confidence you've put up to hide the mess that you actually are.

- arguments with him are nasty but he always comes back sobbing desperately, poor guy thought you'd leave him forever. And the cycle repeats.

BEN;

-it isn't as angsty like Toby with BEN, he'd probably catch on pretty quickly. He'd just look for signs in how you act in your day-to-day life just to confirm the possibility of you having said disorder.

-since he spends most of his time on the internet he might as well do some research about the whole thing.

-it doesn't really bother him because ay, he finally got a partner. You won't catch him complaining EVER.

-sometimes has a 'what the fuck are you doing' moment because it's canon that BEN is a master manipulator, I can see him looking right through your manipulative tendencies. He doesn't play into your games, just kind of dismisses you.

-which might bruise your pride a little.

-but he does play in from time to time just so you'd stay.

CLOCKWORK;

-as much as I love Natalie...I really don't have any ideas for her.

-I can definitely see her getting annoyed at your antics every now and then but not enough to break up.

Hello! I’m grateful you wrote my request and this is in no way me complaining, I only want to answer what you said about accuracy and all. I’m well aware than npd is not well researched so I’m putting this more so as a way to give you more insight than complain about your portrayal, I’m chill with it. Sorry for the long message. It’s kinda hard putting this stuff into words, but I want to bc I’ve seen one too many posts about all ppl with npd needing to be ‚separated from the society, put down or castrated to stop their kind from spreading’ so I’m not about to waste an opportunity to put out a different perspective. If you don’t want to publically respond I’m chill with that, this is just some info for you if you wanna know more

I really resonated with the part where you said Toby loves like a dog because that’s also the metaphor I use to explain npd. Bc it kinda feels like you’re a dog, you love like one certainly. It feels like you were raised for cagefights. They taught you when you need to bite to survive and get a pat on the back. Taught you that if you didn’t, things get ugly for you. Taught you that everybody is a threat. You have never been prepared to read emotions because surviving and winning were always synonymous and both consumed your youth too much to genuinely learn social clues. And maybe, now you’re out of that place. And suddenly you’re expected to be a good dog, to love and be soft and kind. But the best you can do is act and frantically look around the room for a sign of a threat, because at this point you expects to be hurt. Sometimes you still bite. You know how to fight for your life but you flinch when someone wants to hug you. You’re mean and bitter at heart because as far as you know anyone could hurt you for any mistake you make. Showing weaknesses is out of the question, so you put on a mask. You need to be the best and to be perfect because you know what happened when you weren’t. You hate yourself for every mistake and see that as a life-or-death threat. You seek patterns to be safe and you learn to respond well to things without knowing why you should perform a certain way. You remember that when you used to make a wrong step, it was hell for you. And it’s hard to make a connection when you fear everybody hurting you. When you can’t grasp why anybody would keep you around if you’re not benefitting them. So you act like you’re great and hope that people believe you enough to think you’re worth having around

When I met my roommate in the school dorms I really liked her. A few weeks into knowing her, she started giving me food and trinkets. And many times, though I acted with all the gratitude that I always had to show and I did all the things you’re supposed to do, I felt lost. Because I wasnt very useful to her. She had no benefit from giving me things. Shamefully, I do admit I sat there alone tearing up at a chocolate bar or two that she left for me because it felt so confusingly nice(?) and I still don’t know why she does it. But of course I know (by observation) that people are uncomfortable when others question things like that. So I don’t, I just try to be useful and hope she decides I’m convenient to have (a ‚pleasure to have in class’ of sorts)

With manipulation it’s hard to say how much of it is true because most of the diagnostics were based off of male case studies and generally when the label of ‚npd’ has been slapped on someone, most things they do are seen as kind of evil. I know I do avoid conflict and use my words to my advantage if I feel threatened, yeah. Just yesterday had a friend getting progressively more heated at me (we have very different opinions on things as it turned out) and I did subtly framed it as ‚I thought you were more mature than that, it’s really childish to blow up on me’ bc I know he feels like the group doesn’t treat him seriously. Is it good? Maybe not, but a threat is a threat and I’m not about find out what he does when he gets really angry lol

As to the ‚look at me, I’m the best’ kind of thing, you have to put yourself first because you’ve been put last by everyone else. In a sense, it really does feel like fighting for your life and then being thrown into a setting where nobody had that growing up so you feel like you need to act like them and count days before everything turns ugly again because it’s hard to believe most people aren’t cruel and dangerous. That’s all you’ve known and all you prepared for

So you have a hard time forming honest connections. You feel like an empty shell and discard your smile as soon as you’re through the door. You’re tired. And you don’t know how to act in this new world. So you still do what you need to survive, despite everyone telling you that it’s not about that anymore

Like, ofc I have some personality. I know I like making music and enjoy a quiet evening. I know others tell me I’m fun at parties, funny, charming. Sometimes it’s hard to tell what is me and what is my survival instinct kicking in though. The way I see it, the modern mirror of Narcissus is in other people’s eyes. And I just try to do anything to keep seeing admiration instead of hatred in them

To be fair I feel like that would work (somewhat) with the creeps, because they aren't super well either and someone who can see patterns in their behavior (how they act when something is wrong etc) could work better bc I don't see then opening up and talking about feelings either. Sure, all those things kinda suggest that they could also mentally destroy me if they wanted (but I would let them bc I love them, especially your portrayal of ben 😌😌). Also I heve a feeling BEN is the kind of guy to show you gore videos for fun and talk about tormenting others for funsies so inability to emotionally connect with others would probably make it easier to enjoy yourself around him lmao idk about others probably trauma bonding would work?? Lol

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HELLO?? I FUCKING LOVE THE WAY YOU DESCRIBE THINGS OH MY GOD I'll try to respond to every point in this message because I really like it and thank you for reaching out so often I love when people interact with me :) literally get so excited once I see that little star emoji at the end of requests because I know it's you lol. I mostly based the headcanons off of people on Quora (other than more research on different sites) since it's people with said disorder talking about personal experiences and other people who don't have npds' interaction with people who do have it.

I fucking love when people use the dog metaphors for toby when writing him.

I agree on the point that some creeps would have this, Jeffrey comes to mind, I feel like a lot brush him off as an evil person but I see it as a sort of defense mechanism for him? I can definitely see Jeff relating to this for sure.

IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY PORTRAYAL OF BEN X3 and that's so true I literally mentioned it in one of my headcanons like that stinky fucker would show you gore and legit go 'its not even that bad' when you start freaking out. Definitely pops up those videos on your devices randomly. He's so annoying I love him.

One thing I don't like about creepypasta headcanons that revolve around the reader having a personality disorder is the creators make them act so...nice? Like I know that's what people want to read but let's be honest these serial killers never experienced a day of comfort in their lives, I genuinely don't see them being all that nice about it unless it's more of the kinder creeps like Liu or Jane or Nina but even then they'd be awkward about it. The most they'd do is notice (unless you straight up tell them) and that's it. I wouldn't say they would straight up fucking degrade you for having a disorder but I don't see them caring because they're all traumatized, I don't see them sympathizing with reader so yeah that's something that kinda bugs me in creepypasta headcanons.

I’m happy to know you enjoy our interactions too and that you liked my little tangent there. I’m glad that you searched for accounts from actual people who have the disorder rather than pseudo-psychologists, because they are often the harshest without a shred of accuracy (just the way they talk about the narcissist’s eyes turning a demonic black is enough to make me exit the article).

To be fair, Quora is one of the worst places when it comes to accepting people with npd. So I’m glad you managed to find something that didn’t conclude in a pro-eugenics rant lead by a divorced dad who is certain his ex wife is a narcissist because she took the kids. And since I chose my first paper this school year to be about npd and gender (we could write about anything, it was to test our abilities in general), I had to go through a ton of those. They ranged from absolutely hilarious to restraining order worthy. Thankfully Google Scholar saved me from that (though I would never suggest reading studies upon studies on a topic for x reader headcanons, I’m only saying this to sort of validate where my understanding of it came from). Since, yk, it’s a relatively fresh thing (recognised since the 80s I believe) and the fact that I had a therapist who diagnosed me correctly and knew how to approach it is pure luck

Also just any dog metaphor is delightful but it fits so well with Toby too?? Like, it just feels so right when people do that. And I can genuinely see Jeff having some npd traits, good call^^

Ben is just so!!! He’s awful in the best way. I want to kiss him and also put him in a blender for fun :3 i want to drive him insane. And also hold hands maybe. Like, yeah, realistically I would lose my sanity if he liked me but he’s so fun

Also yeah, that’s why I like your blog so much. You don’t shy away from making them hard to be around, hurt, mean. All kinds of messed up but also fun to read about. That’s why I also said that they would probably have an easy time with hurting me mentally, bc if they were aware of just how paranoid I am they would absolutely do what I did in that friend example, only 10 times worse (like, specifically saying stuff they know gets a reaction out of me to force me to stay or do whatever). In all honesty, this might be just why I like creepypasta characters (especially this specific portrayal of them). I mean, it does fit into that type of ‚pleople may be nice but they are out to get you at all times so you need to act to survive’. It’s kind of a safe way to experience something that is both natural to me and also absolutely unsafe irl. Like, yeah, I would have to walk on eggshells to be with Toby but also that is the way I see any sort of relationship either way. Sometimes, I’m more uncomfortable with the pure fluff bc that feels fake and unnatural. On that note, Toby to me is so untreated-bpd coded

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Agreed Ben is so fucking stupid I want to gnaw on him and push him down the stairs, what a silly fella. You don't know how happy it made me when you said you liked my blog :') when I shared my first post I thought it wouldn't get any attention, and I would just end up deleting the blog all together so hearing someone actually enjoys these little headcanons I make about fictional serial killers is so nice <3

you said everything so perfectly I have nothing to add, and yes toby is fucking miserable any disorder he has is 100% untreated and yes I love him and yes I want him and—

Hello again! Its me the one who requested the proxies with a forest ranger S/o

I sawed your post and kinda went 😮 when I found out forest rangers and fire looksouts aren’t the same thing too ngl. I originally got the idea when I watched/played ‘Fears to fathom: Ironbark lookout’. I actually looked it up and I guess the correct term would be “Park ranger” (I still don’t know bro I could be wrong) but I originally got the idea from the fears to fathom so I guess you could kinda base it off that (minus the cult) but I just thought it would be a cool idea. Like for example on the fire watch aspect, Tim is chronic Smoker and Toby is canonically a pyromaniac (idk about brain in this situation) so like Tim could be smoking or toby could be setting something on fire and you would be side eyeing tf out of them. OR, You could just be trying to peacefully sleep in your watch tower (assuming there is one) and One of them would be knocking at your damn door/window in the dead ass of the night and your just there either terrified, confused, or annoyed (its up to your interpretation).

But anyway sorry for the ramble and confusion, As always I appreciate you and hope you have a wonderful day (remember to drink water) buh/bye now <3

(♡) Authors note; in my old author's note I literally said it was inspired byironbark lookout but then I hesitated bcs I thought it wasn't what you're looking for. good thing I didn't delete the previous work :3 SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT I DIDN'T HAVE ANY MOTIVATION TO WRITE ANYTHING :(

HOODIE;

-before the relationship between you two, he knew about your job as a park ranger/ fire lookout.

-actually, he knew about everything. From the tasks you usually handle to your working schedule.

-the reason he didn't kill you off was because part of your job is keeping campers away from the unregistered camp grounds which was quite convenient on his part. (Perhaps convenient for all of them)

-that way he wouldn't risk getting caught on the way/back from a mission, even though he usually drives to his destinations with a beaten up old truck. He knows how nosey some people are and would definitely pull a curiosity move and possibly find his resort.

-but he also couldn't let you run around freely around the forest either, he just kept an eye on you for a while in case you were too close to finding out about his...'business'

-i can see him stalking you slowly seeping into his routine. could be out of curiosity or genuine interest.

-during your relationship, he'd drop by from time to time in the watch tower even though it's against the rules. He'll be careful, he says.

-he's still an asshole very much like his friends, would probably disregard his mudded hiking boots by the entrance and just throw himself on your bed. Not caring if whatever substance he was covered in (blood) stains your bedsheets or something.

-to make up for it he cooks you food with whatever ingredients you have to offer :3 I like to think he's a good cook, staying out in the forest for long periods of time gained him that skill.

-if he isn't too busy, you two would watch the scenery together :) a little nice bonding moment.

MASKY;

-sigh... This motherfucker would NOT be good company for you at all.

-you could be sleeping peacefully just to wake up and find him standing at the foot of your bed just...staring.

-he's making sure they don't get you lol

-who the fuck is "they" (...does anyone get the reference)

-steals any lighters he finds in the shack just to light up his cigarettes.

-yes, when he puts out his cigarettes he just throws them on the ground. not caring if it's against the rules to litter the forest. at this point they're all trying to get you in trouble whether it's intentionally or not.

-unlike Toby, he doesn't help around that much with your tasks.

-if you manage to convince him to bring up some firewood from the shack so you can light up the fire, just praise him. it's enough to boost his already humongous ego and he might consider helping every now and then just so you could call him your strong, manly boyfrie–

TOBY;

-This stupid fucker would send you disturbing messages on his old ass flip phone at night whenever you still have the planks up.

-some shit like 'i c yu :-)'

-... yeah he never likes typing his sentences properly because he still uses those number keyboards (I don't know what they're called)

-it gives you a heart attack everytime untill you look out the window and see that it's Toby being a weirdo again.

-like anon said, he always sets random stuff on fire which always gets him in trouble, you end up reminding him that you aren't the only fire lookout in the forest and that another worker will report it.

-he doesn't listen.

-he definitely scares off any campers in areas they aren't supposed to be. Hey, at least he isn't completely useless!

-the opposite of Brian/Hoodie, instead of cooking for you he absolutely ravishes anything you have in the fridge.

-no, he isn't sorry.

-other than the things that he does to piss you off he actually does help from time to time like helping you fill in the service reporting— using the anemometer, checking the thermometer...etc

-he thinks the devices look neat :)

something regarding the fanfic I talked about during the very beginning of my blog... what setting do you guys prefer? atmosphere and vibe wise. decided to finally get my ass up and do some work, in fact, I was halfway through with the first chapter but I felt like there were too many unnecessary details in it and that I just rushed the idea so I started over. also ignore the weird fucking descriptions I'm just trying to get the vision across.

Hello!

Could you do how Jeff, EJ, Toby and Ben (all separated) would react to Y/N being uncomfortable because of stretch marks on the thighs (or other parts of the body)?? Like what would they do or say about it

Sorry if it was a very long request or something ❤

That's it, have a great day/night!!

WARNINGS; MENTIONS OF UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS/JEFFREY BEING AN ACTUAL DICK, MENTIONS OF STRETCH MARKS

AUTHOR'S NOTE; not very proud of this tbh... anyways I didn't really get the "uncomfortable" part so I wrote it as in "insecure" I hope this is what you had in mind :( ALSO I DON'T HAVE A CHARACTER LIMIT GUYS YOU CAN ASK FOR AS MANY AS YOU'D LIKE IN ONE REQUEST!!

JEFFREY;

-not even going to attempt and sugarcoat this section... or any future headcanons that include Jeff because this man is genuinely the biggest asshole to have ever assholed on the planet.

-he doesn't even care if you're his partner, bro is actually ruthless.

-he's made you cry countless of times before.

-i mean... everyone agrees he isn't the greatest boyfriend, especially in terms of just... caring for his lover. like this man can't even do the bare minimum in a relationship.

-if he ever catches you staring at your body in the mirror for long periods of time, he'll straight up ask you.

"the fuck is wrong with you?"

-Jeff is still an intelligent man, he catches on quite quickly.

-he knew you were insecure about something, you wouldn't just sulk at the mirror for like 15 minutes straight for no reason.

-once you tell him what's wrong he kind of just... belittles you?

-that sounds wrong I KNOW. LET ME EXPLAIN.

-it's just that he doesn't understand why you're insecure about some stretch marks on your body.

-he acts like insecurities are useless bullshit as if he doesn't fake his own confidence.

-okay you fucking hypocrite.

-yeah anyways in terms of "comforting" you, said in quotation marks because Jeffrey Woods and comfort in the same sentence is actually diabolical. basically his way of making you feel better about it even if he thinks it's stupid, he forces you to show them to everyone.

-yep. usually when your partner is upset about something physically, you try to make them view said thing in a positive light, and THEN you try to encourage them to try and show it off and be confident about it. right?

-no, Jeff goes straight to the point whether you agree or not. stretch marks on your thighs and legs? you WILL be wearing that short dress. stretch marks on your arms? WEAR that short sleeve top. stretch marks on your stomach? WEAR THAT TANK TO—

-he intends good I swear he's just very mean about it.

-also when other creeps hit on you (specifically BEN) he gets mad like he wasn't the one who threw away half of your closet and forced you to wear something revealing...

-if you sit him down for a serious talk about how this doesn't help with anything and it only makes you even more uncomfortable he might mellow shit down and stop with this whole showing off your body to feel less insecure situation.

-he'll understand but don't expect him to do anything else after that because he claims that "it's not my fuckin' problem... deal with that shit yourself then"

-he is a little pissy about it because he thought he was genuinely helping you.

-having the audacity to get mad when an insufficient way of overcoming your insecurities doesn't work? okay bro.

-anyways I love him guys please request more for this goober.

EYELESS JACK;

-like mentioned in the previous post, Jack never judges others for the way they look physically.

-even when he was normal, he never saw the point in it. that's just the way your body is. why should he make you feel bad about it when you can't do anything to change it? even towards himself. before specific events took place, when he was just a normal college student he saw himself as average looking and didn't have a problem with it and never made an effort to try and "look better"

-but after the whole... failed cult sacrifice it earned him this villain complex mindset.

-he sees himself as an unlovable monstrosity, the fact that you were willing to be near this guy at all is mind-blowing to him.

-naturally, Jack views you as way out of his league. he believes that he doesn't deserve you.

-so, seeing you? the one who changed his life and dragged him out of the hell hole that is his mind, unsatisfied with the way your body looks because of some stretch marks?

-bro is genuinely offended. you're fucking ethereal, you're an angel from above, why can't you see that?

-but seeing you view that part of your body as something bad, he can't help but feel like you're disgusted with his too.

-for context, Jack also has stretch marks scattered all over his body. you don't like yours equals you don't like his. that's his logic.

-he wouldn't say it out loud though, of course not. he knows that it's wrong. his thoughts are just a way to bring him down and make him even more miserable, he just can't help but find any opportunity to convince his brain that he is unlovable.

-i think it's best to not talk about it Infront of him.

-he still thinks you're beautiful though, he's just overthinking :(

TOBY;

-quite similar to Jack, doesn't understand why you view them in such a negative light. he is genuinely borderline obsessed with you. everything... I mean EVERYTHING is perfect in his eyes. yes, including the stretch marks. yes, including the freckle on your left thigh because he is just that observant.

-this man is DETERMINED to make you feel better, he'd do anything to make you see yourself the way he does. quite aggressive with it too. you ARE pretty. stretch marks or not.

-all of the sudden, every single time you stop by a mirror to over-analyse your stretch marks, you're dragged away by Toby to talk about the nice weather outside (anyone who dares to step a foot outside will have to face the consequences of a fucking heatstroke)

-all of the sudden, he starts littering more gentle, almost ghost-like kisses all over your thighs once you two are in the safety of your rooms. it wasn't some out of the ordinary with Toby, he's always had a thing for showing his affection towards you physically. it just stepped up a notch, and the kisses are now directed towards those specific areas.

-he'll do anything to prove to you that your stretch marks are simply a part of you and your body. and he fucking loves it.

-if you don't start loving your stretch marks after all that treatment Toby is giving... the problem is you. mans is actually dedicated.

BEN;

-was never good with comforting people, especially someone he cares about. he is used to always brushing his feelings away, never really confronting himself about shit. but unlike Jeff, he actually tries for you.

-I'll be honest... he probably never knew stretch marks even existed.

-once you told him what you were so upset about, he legitimately went "the fuck is that?"

-he actually has no filter, this guy speaks before he thinks.

-bet you he was typing away on his keyboard too, barely paying any attention to your little rant.

-when you realize his half-assed responses were because he wasn't even listening, you genuinely consider plugging off that ancient ass computer just to get some of his attention.

-he feels bad after that though, he'd attempt, keyword attempt to try and make you feel better.

-it probably doesn't work but you sort of let it him off the hook for it. he doesn't even know what a stretch mark looks like, he is basically trying to convince you that something he doesn't even know and has never seen in his life before is beautiful.

-the attempt is appreciated though, it's genuine enough.

Hello there!

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

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

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

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

See ya! :D

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

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

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Content: Toby general and romantic headcanons with gender neutral reader

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

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

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

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(art by Lynnarty on Deviantart)

❥General

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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❥Romantic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ticci toby x reader HC's

Will make you breakfast

Cuddles 24/7

Tea parties with sally and you

Loves to dress you up

If anyone hurts you he hurts them

Hates when you have to leave to go to the store or something

Very common for him to come up behind you and put his head in your neck and sometimes/most times he will kiss your neck

Will give his life for you if you were about to die

Cant live without you

Loves when you play with his hair

hope you like these have a nice day

Hello. Can I get head cannons of how slendy and the other proxies react to y/n (another proxy) being sad and staying in there room all day? (P.s none of them are dating.) Thank you.

Hello ^^ Of course you can!

Slenderman and the Proxies with an S/O who stays in her room all day!

Slenderman

💭 He will notice how you disconnect yourself from others and just stay in your room, blinds closed and hiding under your blanket.

💭 At first he will make sure you have a nice breakfast. He will bring you a plate with ham, eggs, a bowl of cereal and some tea in your room and stay there, to make sure you really eat!

💭 Then he will take you out on a walk. You can struggle as much as you want but in the end he is stronger. You're walking side by side with this faceless creature enjoying the nice fresh air.

💭 Slenderman will look for a quiet place away from the pastas and the mansion. There is no need for words, you just enjoy each others company.

Masky

🚬 At first he doesn't care. Everyone stays a long time in their room, so why should he worry about you being in your room a little longer?

🚬 The afternoon sets in and there is still no sign from you. He will send someone to check up on you but they will come back saying the door is locked.

🚬 Sighing he will make his way up to your room and knock. "Open up, scumbag." "No." He has a key for every room in the mansion which Slender gave him. He unlocks your door and walks in.

🚬 He sighs annoyed and drags you out of bed. "Get up, Slender just assigned us for a mission." He pushes you out of your room and takes out a cigarette. "You're a pain in the ass."

Hoody

🥧 Hoody walks by your room on the corridor as he notices that he hasn't seen you all day. He knocks twice and lets himself in. "Y/n?" He sees you laying bed while looking at the ceiling.

🥧 He sits down at your bed and gently shakes you. "Do you plan on staying in your room all day?" You nod and he thinks. He brings you a piece of cake.

🥧 "Here have this. I hope you will come out soon. Toby is really annoying and you're the only one who can shut him down."

Toby

🥞 Toby will just go in your room because he wanted to show you something funny.

🥞 As he sees you curled up in your bed he seems sad. He closes the door behind him and looks at you. "You okay?"

🥞 He knows all too well how you feel. When he was still 'normal' he also had days where he felt just empty. He puts his hatchets away and takes off his mask. He crawls in your bed and lays down beside you.

🥞 He cradles you in his arms and gives your head a little kiss. "It's okay."

This is such a creative idea and I love it—

Toby - Trust In Me

I was listening to “Trust In Me” and this idea popped into my head so why not write it for a change! 

Curse you Scarlett Johansson for inspiring me with your beautiful voice.

Summary: Toby had gotten himself lost in the forest, nothing new to the boy, but also not something great. The forest was full of dangerous creatures of all different kinds, and, well, when one takes an interest in him, will Toby make the choice to escape, or will he have to submit to his fate?

Warnings: 16+, Naga!Reader, Yandere themes, Reader is very cunning and manipulative and can read Toby like a book, and Toby allows himself to fall for it, A very passionate makeout that leads to Toby getting excited but nothing sexual happens, This could be taken as hypnotizing or Toby fully consenting of sound mind, Whichever you prefer

Toby didn’t know how long it had been since he’d gotten lost. He had been on a mission and been interrupted by some enemy killers, and as he had darted off to escape them he had ended up wandering into an area of the forest he had never been in before. Here, he was surrounded by thick, dark foliage, with no vision of the sky; just the area surrounding him. He was thankful Tim had forced him to take a flashlight with him that night because if he hadn’t he surely would’ve been in pitch black darkness.

Despite the darkness of the forest around him, it was alive with the sounds of the night. Trees and their leaves rustling, the scampering of paws across the ground, the snapping of twigs, the whistle of the wind, and Toby’s own footsteps and bated breath. He mused that it had to have at least been an hour or so since he’d gotten lost, but in some parts of the Underworld time tended to flow differently, and so he wasn’t sure anymore with no sky to go off of for indication, all he could do was continue trudging forward.

Aside from the animals scampering along the ground, Toby figured that he’d have to be alone out here; after all, he couldn’t sense any other presences, and he hadn’t seen any indications of footprints. He’d hardly noticed the own heaving in his chest, being so focused on his surroundings, it wasn’t until he caught the smell of blood in the air that he had halted, looking around for any signs of life, and yet he didn’t see anything. It wasn’t until he glanced towards the ground that he noticed the blood was pouring out of him, vines tangled around his legs, thorns stabbing into him.

As he bent down to pull them off, he noticed nearly too late what the vines were; a breed of a poisonous plant common in the Underworld, one extremely deadly to humans, and Toby had been injected with said poison. It was then that he felt the throbbing in his head, and the tiredness of his eyes set in as he struggled to remove the vines coiled around him, yet as his hands weakly grabbed at the plant, he felt himself falling to the side, his body hitting the ground with a thud, his consciousness fading.

If he’d been awake any longer, he just might have noticed the other presence that had been there all along, so close to him, so observant, he might have heard the light and airy chuckles as the being approached him, felt the touch of their skin on his body as they carried him away.

…

Eventually, Toby felt his consciousness fading back in. He expected his body to feel heavy, for his head to throb, the sign of the pain he couldn’t feel, and yet; he felt perfectly fine, minus the heaviness that remained in his eyelids. He shifted around, and realized he was not on the forest floor, but instead resting on something soft, and as he finally forced his eyes open, he realized he was resting upon a hammock. He shifted, looking over his form, and noting that the once bleeding wounds on his legs were wrapped tightly in fresh bandages.

“Ah… So you’ve finally woken up, hm? I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever wake again.” Your voice echoed around the room, light and airy, and Toby found himself looking around, trying to locate you.

“Wh-where are you?? Who a-are you?” Toby’s voice was nowhere near as intimidating as he would have hoped, but he couldn’t help the nervousness coursing through his veins. He took in the surroundings of the room he was in better and realized he was in a large, open room, one with holes of different sizes in the walls, like a tunnel system.

“I assure you, I mean you no harm, little one. I just merely brought you back to my den to patch you up, to keep you safe.” It was then that Toby heard it, nearly covered up by the resounding melody of your voice; the slithering of scales along the interior of the surrounding area.

“Can you show y-yourself?” Toby’s voice was smaller, but more even now, and he curled in on himself in the hammock, still looking around, looking in the holes to try and spot you.

“Most people don’t always like looking at us, so I thought it would be more preferred to hide away, but if you wish…” Your voice was decadent and luscious, and Toby felt himself being tugged along with every word. It was then that he looked up, noticing you perching in a hole in the ceiling above him, a soft smile upon your face, a golden shine in your eyes that vanished just as soon as it appeared.

You moved down from your spot above him, sliding down the wall to reveal your tail, and Toby felt himself swallowing nervously as he watched you. He guessed that you had to be at least 20 feet long, if not more than that; the iridescent scales making up your tail shining in a way that was almost hypnotizing as you curled around the support of the hammock, placing yourself near Toby as he crept away from you, causing you to smile, revealing the fangs hidden within your mouth.

“Don’t be scared, little one, I won’t bite… Well, unless you want me to.” You chuckled, reaching a clawed hand out, delicately holding the side of his face. “I just wanted to make sure that you would be safe, cared for…” Toby felt himself being hypnotized by your words, and he didn’t know if it was you doing it or if it was just your natural allure, but he didn’t care.

“Why would you do that for me?” His question was genuine, and it made a smile bloom on your face, one that had his heart racing, even though he knew he didn’t want it to.

“Well, what kind of creature would I be if I just left you there to die, hm? And it’s not often that humans come to my part of the woods, and, well- after being so lonely for so long, I couldn’t help but offer a helping hand.” You tenderly stroked your thumb over his cheek, and it took every fiber of Toby’s being to not lean into your touch.

“I couldn’t just leave you all alone, you know?” You adjusted yourself so that you were resting in the hammock now as well, closer to Toby, and you leaned forward a bit to glance over him. “Do you by any chance have somewhere to return to? Someone to return to?” You drew out your words, and Toby felt himself swallowing again.

“I… I do have a place to return to.” Toby looked over you, and he could sense the sadness in your form, and he can’t tell if it’s faked or real.

“And… Someone?” You put more emphasis on the word this time, and he felt his cheeks burning red.

“I do-don’t have s-someone.” He shifted nervously, and you smiled at him again, happiness seeming to radiate off of you at his answer.

“You know, you could always stay here, keep me company… It’s comfortable here, you know? And I would always take care of you, always keep you safe…” You began to drag out the end of your sentences, using the allure of your voice to your advantage, and damn, as much as Toby hated to admit it, he could feel himself falling for it, and the half-lidded look you were giving him wasn’t helping anything.

“Oh… I don’t know..” Toby chuckled a bit at the end, but as you moved closer again, he didn’t move away either. Despite the general care he received at the mansion, it had been a while since someone had doted on him like this, and… He was enjoying it.

“Calm on… You can trust in me. If I had wanted to do anything to you, wouldn’t I have already done it? After all, I discovered you unconscious, and yet I brought you back here and fixed up your wounds, even taking care of that poison for you. Would I do that if I wanted to cause harm?” You fluttered your lashes, and Toby felt like he was losing himself in the sight of you.

“I suppose not…” He couldn’t disagree with you; he was very well aware of what you were, aware that you could have killed him in an instant if you wanted to, and you hadn’t, meaning he wasn’t prey.

That thought seemed to make a realization punch Toby directly in the face, and it clicked in his mind; you didn’t choose him as prey or for a quick meal, no, you were considering him a possible mate. That had him swallowing and turning red all over again. You smiled at him, and Toby knew that you understood why he turned red, that you were aware that he had finally realized what you were aiming for.

“So…? Will you stay..?” You were practically resting against him now, your upper body hovering just barely above him. He cleared his throat, although he made no motions to move, and he seemed to be considering your offer seriously, something that made you inwardly grin.

“Although, you know… If you do make the decision to stay, you won’t be getting away from me.” That golden shimmer appeared in your eyes again,  and Toby sucked in a deep breath, before asking something that would catch even you off guard.

“Can I kiss you?” His question was innocent, and it had your eyes widening in shock, although you chuckled deeply, fluttering your lashes at him again.

“Will that help you make your decision?” You teasingly asked him, and he nodded, face and ears flushed bright red as he struggled to not avert his eyes in embarrassment. You hummed, before closing the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips to his.

The kiss started off innocent enough, slow and filled with passion, but as you worked your fingers into Toby’s hair, tugging on the strands, you felt him shiver beneath you, and as he whined into the kiss you let out a chuckle, wanting to see how else he would react. You deepened the kiss, pushing your torso firmly into his, maneuvering your tail to coil around Toby. His arms found their way to your hips, and although he was aware he was being coiled, something that could end badly, he wanted to do as you said; he wanted to trust you.

You tightened and relaxed your grip around him with your tail, binding the two of you together and finding all of the sensitive areas along his body. As you continued to kiss him he continued to get more and more worked up, and when you slipped your tongue into his mouth he practically keened, his fingers digging into your scales. After a few moments, you began to slowly pull away from him, resting your arms on his shoulders as you leaned up to glance down at him, although keeping your tail coiled around him.

“You seemed to enjoy that.” You chuckled darkly, and it sent another shiver through Toby, but; he couldn’t deny it. His hair was messy and out of place, his skin was flushed red, and it was quite obvious to you that he had definitely enjoyed it a bit more than he should have, from the hardness pressing against the start of your tail. Toby hummed beneath you, trying to catch his breath and calm his racing heartbeat.

“So, little one,” You cooed at him, leaning down to whisper into his ear, “Will you stay?” Trembles raced through him as you scraped your fangs against the nape of his neck, and he nodded weakly against you.

“I’ll do it, I’ll stay.” He couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth, that he had just decided such a thing, but at that moment the decision just felt so right, so natural, especially when he felt you smile against his neck.

When he felt you sink your fangs into him, marking him and claiming him as yours before running your tongue over the wound, Toby thought he just might faint from the pleasure you were giving him. If this was how he was going to die, he thought, well; that just might not be so bad.

Hey! Just wanted to send in a one-shot! I was wondering (if you havent don't it before) could you do a one-shot where the Reader can read minds? Maybe with a cp you haven't written in a while? (I love all the cps you write, so you can choose whoever you think would fit this!)

Absolutely! I apologize for the wait, but I hope you like it anyway <3

P.S. This was a very ambiguous request so I started writing this with nothing particular in mind and just let the words flow, so if it seems completely random that's because it is :D I'm sorry if it isn't what you wanted!

Warning: Slightly graphic content featured down below for those of you who are sensitive to that kind of stuff.

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Ticci-Toby x Reader

Toby was not confident that he could do this. He really was not confident that he could do this. At first, he thought, eh, seems a bit challenging, but surely it couldn't be that bad, right? However, the more he contemplated the situation, the more he was plagued with second thoughts. This wasn't a good idea, and that fact was making itself more and more apparent to him within each minute that dragged on.

He was sitting in a tree, outside of an abandoned warehouse, gazing quietly through a window. He could see people gathered inside, having some kind of meeting. They were speaking, but he couldn't make out anything they were saying thanks to the walls muffling their voices.

Slenderman sent him here to wipe them out because, according to him, they were "getting too close to discovering where they reside". Toby counted at least four heads, maybe more, and he was beginning to ponder why on earth his boss would ever send him out here, completely alone.

He had told him that there was supposed to be someone coming from another hideout in the woods to assist, but they hadn't showed up yet. This left Toby by himself, having to make an important decision too soon for his own liking. Does he take a chance and attack without any backup? Does he wait another hour for this mysterious person to show up? Or does he just call it quits and report back to Slenderman that he couldn't do it because he was outnumbered and nobody came to help?

As little as Toby knew about Slenderman, he was certain about one thing; he didn't like his workers coming back unsuccessful, and such things very often resulted in punishment. Punishment that Toby had no interest in experiencing.

But what was worse? Getting killed trying to fight, or going back and getting mentally (and physically) scarred? Maybe he would get lucky and Slenderman would instead get mad at this other person for not doing as they were told and take it out on them? There was no way of knowing; that entity was far too unpredictable.

With a defeated sigh, Toby glanced around the area one last time, looking through the trees shrouded by a darkness only the night could provide, searching for his supposed partner for the evening. But he saw no sign of anyone.

He inched closer to the window, carefully using a tree limb as his path as he drew his hatchets. If he was going to do this, then he was going to have the element of surprise on his side.

He took one last breath of self-compure, readied his stance, and shoved the blade of his hatchet through the window, shattering the glass and giving the people inside no time to react as he jumped through. He could hear startled gasps and yelps of surprise and confusion, and he landed on the floor, several feet away from the group.

"Who the hell is that??"

"What are you doing?"

He ignored the shocked questions and stood to his full height; the moonlight shining through the broken window and illuminating his frame, making him seem bigger and more intimidating than he really was. Weapons in hand and face covered with his signature goggles and mouthguard, he strided forward and narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want??"

Saying nothing, he lept at the closest one to him; a man, likely in his early to mid twenties, and sunk his hatchet deep into his neck. Warm crimson squirted out across his clothes and made a puddle in the floor, and Toby could hear the gargled pleas of the poor guy as he stumbled to the floor. There was no point in finishing him off; he'd bleed out within a couple of minutes anyway.

Shouts of terror erupted from around him and everyone made a valiant effort to back away, but Toby was quicker. He tackled a girl to the ground and sliced her head open, soon repeating the hit until she wasn't moving anymore.

As he was doing this, he failed to notice someone sneak up behind him, and before he had a chance to defend himself, he was struck in the back of the head with a blunt, metal object and instantly fell over, vision going blurry and senses now screwed up. His grip automatically tightened on his hatchets, and he attempted to stand to his feet and stab whoever it was that interfered with his mission, only to be met with a whack to the side of his face.

This knocked him on his back, and he blinked frantically, trying desperately to gather his bearings so he wouldn't be overpowered. Is this it? He thought. Is this where my pitiful excuse for a life ends?

The man lifted the steel rebar to swing again, but was cut off when a blade was plunged straight through his throat. Toby could barely see the pain in his eyes as he was thrown to the concrete ground below, coughing and sputtering incoherent sentences as he writhed around and clutched the wound.

The person that was the cause of such an injury shoved their sword into his chest, and the man stopped moving almost instantly. While they allowed Toby to recover, the person swiftly sprinted over to the other ones that had tried in vain to escape. He didn't see it himself, but he could hear pained screams and what sounded like metal clashing against the wall before it all went silent.

Toby rubbed at his head in discomfort, forcing himself up but losing his balance and having to clutch the rails of a staircaise beside him. Calm footsteps echoed through the building as someone approached, and Toby met their eyes but couldn't see the bottom half of their face due to the mask they were wearing.

"Sorry I didn't get here sooner." They spoke, and Toby couldn't help but notice the voice sounded lighter than he'd expect from a male. "I had some...business, to attend to."

"I almost died," he spat, keeping a hand glued to his head and sending a glare at who was most certainly a girl. "Yy-you had a job to do, and you almost w-weren't present to even do it."

She pulled the hood away from her head and sheathed her sword, shrugging nonchalantly. "I said I was sorry."

Bitch, he thought, grimacing at the consistent throbbing in his mind. She hardened her gaze.

"Who are you calling a 'bitch'? You couldn't even fight off a few guys! That's pretty pathetic, in my opinion."

Wait, what did she just--? His lips parted incredulously as he stared down at her. I must have muttered it or something...

"You didn't mutter anything, hatchet boy. Toby, is it?" She stuck her hand out, and he lowered his gaze hesitantly. "Nice to meet you. Boss informed me a little about your profile but was vague, for the most part. I'm Y\n."

He blinked at her before scoffing and pushing himself away. "Screw off. I-I'm not being ff-f-friendly with someone as undependable as you."

"Fine, have it your way." She stuffed her hands into her pockets and tilted her head. "And by the way, I'm not 'undependable'. Just not used to working with other people."

"Sure." The venom was noticeable in his words as he staggered over to pick up his hatchets that had been dropped previously. "Where do you l-ll-live, a-anyway?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." She was two steps ahead of him and bended over to pick up the weapons herself, so he wouldn't fall on his face and damage himself any more. He snatched them from her grasp.

"I just want to know w-why it took so long for you to shh-s-show up." She raised an eyebrow and the corners of her lips pulled upward.

"I already told you why I was late."

Boss won't be pleased to hear that answer.

"Maybe he won't. But he'll understand once I explain it to him." She crossed her arms and he shot her another glare.

"How do you dd-do that?"

"Do what?"

"You know what. D-dd-don't play dumb."

"Oh. You mean the mind-reading?" She grinned coyly and began dragging one of the bodies toward the center of the large room.

"Liar. Thh-that isn't possible."

"Is it not?" She hummed with feigned disappointment. "My bad."

Then again, ghosts, demons, and mind-controlling exists...

"You make a compelling point, Toby." He grabbed the wrists of the girl he killed a few minutes prior and copied Y\n's movements, sharpening his scowl.

"Ss-stop it."

"And why should I? You've been nothing but unpleasant to me."

"I wonder why."

"So if you won't try to be decent, then I won't try to be decent." She raked a hand through her hair. "It's as simple as that."

"Ff-fine." He breathed a puff of air through his nose. "I didn't wanna know, anyway."

"Yes, you do." He heard her murmur, and he only shook his head defiantly as they worked together to dispose of the bodies, leaving no trace of evidence behind them.

may i kindly ask for ticci toby with a s/o headcannons? 🙏🧎‍♀️ ty in advance

Sorry I'm late :') I am not very active on Tumblr nowadays.

Ticci Toby S\O Headcanons

Prepare to deal with a brooding, messy-haired man-child roughly 78% of the time.

Toby loves you, he really does. He couldn't be more thankful that you're in his life; you give him an escape from the inside of his head, from all of the painful memories of Lyra and his traumatic abuse.

But he can't help the way that he feels so empty and sad so much

He's so, so happy that you're accepting of him and his many burdens and conditions that make him insecure about himself.

Sometimes you will go days without hearing a single peep out of him, and he never answers your calls or messages.

This of course worries you, and you always end up going to his bedroom and knocking on his closed door. When he doesn't make a sound, you're forced to grab your own spare key and unlock the door, swinging it open and looking around in an effort to find your beloved boyfriend.

He is more often than not curled up on his bed, staring blankly at the wall, seemingly not even aware of your presence.

You rush over to him and try talking him out of this melancholic state of mind that he's in, and it does eventually work.

These episodes of his are pretty common, and he will just reside in the safe, quiet confines of his room to think everything over, sometimes not eating anything for a duration of days.

It is extremely unhealthy, but it's a good thing that he has you to keep him in check.

One of the most relaxing things in the world to him is when you let him lay his head on your lap and you hum him into slumber, running your fingers through his tangled hair. He feels so safe with you around, he feels like you can protect him from even his fiercest of demons.

He would not hesitate to take a bullet for you. The thought of you dying is something he can't stand, so he would go to the ends of the earth to make sure that you're okay.

I know I made it sound like he's just depressed all of the time, but he does have his happier and more playful moments.

Something he enjoys doing with you is baking.

Granted, he isn't very good at it, but all that matters is that the two of you have fun. Even if the kitchen becomes a gold mine for flour and dollops of frosting that somehow made their way to the ceiling on the opposite side of the room.

Toby is touch-starved, but that doesn't mean he's overwhelmingly affectionate.

Sure, he'll hold your hand, cuddles a lot, and likes to pick you up and spin you around in a sweet hug when he's feeling joyful enough, but he knows that there are boundaries.

For example: If he tries to wrap his arms around you and you pull away and state that you don't want any physical attention, he respects that, and he expects the same from you should he ever feel touchy.

Right before you guys kiss, he'll look deep into your eyes and brush his thumb over your lip, taking in every ounce of your beauty. He doesn't see a single flaw that doesn't add to your attractive features in some way; in other words, you are perfect to him. Just as you have accepted him, he has accepted you, and he will always stand by your side no matter what.