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[theamberparadise]

TICCI TOBY HEADCANNONS

SYPNOSIS; my general ticci toby headcannons! plus relationships, wildcards, and nsfw! 

TW; toby being a desperate loser, nsfw, murder, manipulation, hookups

A/N; ehehe

BIG DISCLAIMER: DONT LIKE HOW I CHARACTERIZE THIS CHARACTER? BLOCK AND LEAVE IF IT BOTHERS YOU THAT MUCH. I WONT HAVE ANYONE INSULTING ME OR ANY OF THE PEOPLE WHO LIKE THIS. THESE ARE HEADCANNONS WHICH MEAN IM NOT THE CREATOR AND IT DOESNT MEAN THAT IT'S CANON. 

GENERAL SFW HEADCANNONS

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

 Was 5’11 for the duration of his origin story, years passed by and he is now 6’1.

Sleeper build, sharp-sculpted muscles. The reason why isn't buffer is because he eats way less than he is supposed to. 

Messy, split-end brown hair with almost always matter tips that stick to his forehead because of how much he sweats

His proxy symbol is stamped on his back. Claims it's “the easiest place to hide it”

Several calluses, bruises, and blisters that he doesn't feel, as well as a few stitches here and there that are unfortunately infected and inflamed but he doesn't feel it, so he has to rely on EJ and his co-workers to point it out so he can get it treated. 

He has a goatee and a bit of a stubble on his jaw. He's thinking of growing a beard. (Don't let him he would look horrible) 

Almost always has a bandage around his waist because he often does slice himself while cutting firewood, for some reason? 

Somehow still looks young despite already being technically 31.

Chunks of his fingers are missing because of him constantly nibbling on them. He wears gloves because of this, not because he doesn't want to freak people out, but because it makes him not mess up his grip on his hatchets. 

Strong legs. (😏) 

His muscles only show when he flexes them, otherwise, you might think he's malnourished. 

Bruises on the inner part of his elbows because of how much drugs he's  injecting into himself 

MENTAL PSYCHE

When a person first meets him, he acts like this poor little lost boy in need of pity and affection, just to mask that horrible manipulative habit of his to get what he wants. Be it empathy, a favor, or love. 

Has a knack for scaring his victims. He's tired of them underestimating him because he looks the youngest out of all the major proxies, so when he hears them scream at his appearance, it's an ego boost for him. He hates nonchalant/calm victims because it doesn't fuel his adrenaline. 

He loves seeing disgusted expressions on anyone he's messing with. To Toby, it means he's winning at this mental competition after losing so many for so long. 

When he manages to get under somebody's skin, he immediately starts acting like the victim as soon as somebody else sees the situation, even though he's the one who started the whole feud. 

This stems from the repeated trauma from his father blaming Toby for everything he didn't do. 

If he finds himself overstimulated and frustrated, he has a major tic attack and start spewing nonsense and random facts he could still remember trying to learn while being homeschooled as a kid. 

He lashes out. But it isn't just harsh words– he just screams incoherently while throwing tables, chairs, vases, anything he can grab and carry across the room. When this happens, the creeps have learned to take down notes on signs he displays so they know when to drag him away fast enough to somewhere he's unable to severely hurt someone

And that somewhere is in front of the mansion

So you might just find him ripping out patches of grass before humiliatingly returning inside. 

He still sees hallucinations of his family seemingly calling to him, and it wrecks his whole being– because he knows his mother is still out there, alone and scared for him and what happened. 

RELATIONSHIPS (FRIENDSHIPS) 

His closest friend– who was inches close to being Toby's brother, was Cody! Although it's mainly mean back and forth banter between them, they kinda bonded over their daddy issues and their curiosity. Toby enjoys watching Cody's experiments take action in his lab, though he's unfortunately not able to watch as much because of his big responsibility as a proxy. 

Second on his friend list is nobody else than EJ. Mostly, because he's one of the people needing constant patching-up besides Jeff. Due to this, him and Toby conjure up… interesting. Conversations. 

Next up on the list– is Kate! Since he has some kind of frenemy relationship with Hoodie, and certainly not a good relationship with Masky, Kate was always there to cut Toby some slack and defend him in a subtle but meaningful way. Toby's just kind of like, “yeah what she said!” every after she says something even remotely on his side. Otherwise she just let's him do his own thing. 

Fourth on the list? Surprisingly Nina! But she kind of freak him out a little because of her uncanny resemblance to Jeff. (He even asked if he was her brother once). he does enjoy her vibe and her clothes, but he had to run out of her room one time because he saw a jewelry of hers that was similar of one belonging to Lyra's. 

WHAT TYPES OF VICTIMS DOES HE GO FOR?

He likes people who are very easy to scare.

Imagine this. You’re in a dark forest full of unknown creatures when suddenly a bush shuffles. You call out to whoever’s there, begging them to take you home. Only silence greets you. But when you turn your heel, a giggle emanates from the bush. You start running, only for the back of your skull to be met with the blade of his flying hatchet.

He appreciates the feeling of being the one in power. The one with the blade. The one with the tendency and capability to kill and take.

HOW DOES HE KILL?

Toby doesn’t see the point of stalking or waiting for a victim before killing them like Hoodie and Masky do. They’re gonna die anyway, what’s the big deal?

He likes alternating his hatchets when he’s absolutely destroying somebody. You might just see his arms going windmill style on the already-dead victim’s shoulders.

He thinks his axe-throwing kills are cool and would flex them every time somebody asks. Would audibly giggle when he gets a headshot.

Toby also likes those who are practical and do anything and everything to delay him-- only for him to absolutely break through whatever stupid barricade you set up.

Moved a drawer in front of the door? Bam! He's there. Metal bars? Easy work for him and his axe. Isolate yourself in a high-up building room? He's worked with sniping before.

Doesn’t waste time. You’re a target? You’re dead to him already.

SEMI-NSFW/NSFW HEADCANNONS

RELATIONSHIPS, NSFW, AND HOOKUPS

His experience in relationships dates way back to him being thirteen, and even then his view in love already is twisted due to his situation at home. 

It was a girl in his neighborhood and ever since the incident he hasn't recalled her name, just what she looked like. The relationship was awkward mostly because of him. It ended in an mysterious fizzle when she moved away for school. 

The incident happened and he escaped to another city for a while. Whilst in the city, he was able to score a few glances his way after he got over his puberty, even got a decent amount of girls who put their number inside his phone. By this time his gash was already forming so he had to wear masks but nonetheless he was still gaining a bit of attention.

Then Slenderman recruited him and he was in the mansion. Weeks pass and Clockwork fucks him within her first weeks in the mansion.

The relationship didn’t last long, though. It was only after a few months when the arguments started to really get intense. More time goes by and the only good thing coming out of that relationship was the sex. Then, Natalie eventually broke it off with him.

As a form of a silent protest, Toby went out a lot to hook up with random girls in the city. It wasn’t only the sex that he was chasing, but also a nice, decent bed to sleep in peacefully at night rather than that hard, chunky mattress they call a bed. Plus, it’s a perk for when he wants a full 7 hours of sleep without loud-ass arguing coming from somewhere in the mansion.

After a few more months, a few more girls arrived to the mansion.

He's had a crush on almost all of them at some point. This stems from his urgent need of affection and his constant need of a rebound.

He's willing to sleep with a man (and has done so before) just as long as he meets a soft pillow after.

Has a weird on-and-off situationship with EJ. Sometimes they would fuck, sometimes they would just enjoy being beside each other as friends.

Sometimes would spend hundreds on random camgirls he would find on porn sites.

Speaking of porn, he gets off on the worst, generic, and cliche porn videos out there.

Tit and shoulder guy. Loves red lipstick.

Had a one-night stand with a pretty cashier girl inside a pizza shop. He left her sadly, now his phone occasionally dings with a message from her, containing the usual “hey” and “how have u been” and all that stuff. Couldn’t bring himself to reply though.

6-7.5 inches, average girth, pink, almost reddish tip, thin blue veins on the sides because of how pale he is. Doesn’t shave but trims a decent amount. Has a happy trail all the way up to the bottom of his belly button.

KINKS

Biting

Bloodplay

hatchet/axe play

Cock and ball torture

Orgasm denial

Bondage

spanking/slapping

Anal play

Nipple play

Titjobs, thighjobs

humiliation/degradation/praise

semipublic/public sex

Petplay

Body mod/piercings, tattoos

WILDCARDS

He…actually…knows how to… twerk. He learned how to while secretly watching suggestive music videos when he was a 7 year old inside his childhood room. Still remembers how to do it till this very day.

He criticizes Cody for his “boring” kills when poison was induced into a victim. Poor guy would have to watch his two killers argue while spasming on the floor.

After Natalie’s and his breakup, he constantly slut-shames her and points out so many of her mistakes during missions even if it was so miniscule. Would never say anything to her face though.

Yellow teeth because of his smoking.

He repeats the chirp of birds whenever he hears them, eventually starting a tic attack of his. You might just hear him going back and forth with a bird going “Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!” repeatedly. Masky fucking hates it.

LOVES it when people get freaked out by his jolting or by his appearance. Gives him a sense of power over them.

Likes overly-sweet drinks from the bar. But he would dunk a full glass of whiskey down if Masky mocks him.

Uses his axe to chop his hair off. Not great.

Has asked Kate to sleep with him once and it earned him a hit straight to his jaw.

Scowls most of the time. Only smiles during a kill or a very violent/immaturely sexual joke.

Has smuggled a raccoon inside one or two times. They always end up running away from him though.

Very very into girls who wear platform shoes. Do what you will with that information.

Has a high ego but also no respect for himself. If somebody looks– more so stares at him just right, he’s shooting you a text at 2 am.

he often forgets to sharpen his axe blades so Hoodie just kinds does it for him.

has thought about inviting Cody for a threesome, but he's not sure on how Cody will accept this information.

[theamberparadise]

what would your hcs be for tim/masky and/or toby with a silly reader who is reaaaaally inexperienced but desperately wants to try a bunch of freaky stuff out... what would be their first thing to try? do they like playing a certain role? just stuff like that!!

also your writing/headcanons are bomb. dont die ever

MASKY AND TOBY x SHY BUT FREAKY! READER

SYNPOSIS; when a shy little sweetheart makes a lewd statement, Masky and Toby are taken aback… how do they react?

TW; d3gr4d4t10n, b0nd4g3, embarrassment/humiliation k1nk, sp4nk1ng, sl4pp1ng, ch0k1ng, b1t1ng, bru1s1ng, m0ck1ng, mentions of using hatchets in s3x

A/N; i am going to assume that this was a fully nsfw request……….. To this anon, i genuinely am so sorry

MASKY

You were sweet. Sweet as candy.

You loved Masky fully for who he is. You never hesitated to embrace his rough edges ever so gently like cotton. And when he inches even just a step towards your face, or when his gaze lingers on your face a little longer than he usually does, the pink glow on your cheeks reveals itself and you shuffle a few steps back.

So when you said you wanted to be tied up and ruined by nobody but him, a force blocks his body from screaming into the air, like an animal chained by a leash shaped like silent victory.

The moment you tell him your dark little secret, he is grinning under his mask like a maniac, which he absolutely is one.

Masky wouldn’t waste any time dragging you by your forearm in the bedroom. He doesn’t care if he leaves a bruise. You wanted this.

First thing on his mind is to restrain you. By any means possible. Scraps of dirty clothes? Perfect. The handcuffs in his pocket? Thank fuck he didn’t leave it. Tough rope he brought home after a mission? It would leave scratches and rope burns, but he likes seeing you ruined.

He wants to see you regret everything you said. And he’s going to enjoy it all with a low scoff and a glint in his eye.

His second action would be putting you in a position wherein he’s making you watch everything he does to your body. Masky wants you ashamed, ridiculed. Everything to make you feel dirty, because in his eyes, that’s what you are now.

Third? He wants to see your innocent body swell in pain, marks of paddles used for spanking being imprinted on your hips and ass sets him on fire.

Because if you turn out to be in the same fucked-up things he is? You’re not getting praised. You’re being punished. And Masky? He’s going to make it hurt.

He likes playing this fucked-up version of a teacher that doesn’t tolerate shit. And you’re a rowdy, trouble-ridden student that needs a good session of discipline.

The moment he sees you crying out of pain, desperation, and overstimulation, he spares no mercy. He might even mock you. 

“Poor baby,” he coos, his imitation of a girl's voice sending strings of embarrassment up your spine. “Little bitch didn’t get what she thought she wanted all along? She wanna stop?” your sobs are like heaven to him. Your tears strayed along your cheeks while you frantically shook your head. “No? Don’t wanna stop?” he swears he can’t stop smiling when you nod. “Then stop fucking crying!” your face was met with a harsh slap before he continues fucking you at a mind-numbing pace.

Masky honestly feels betrayed. Why didn’t you tell him you were such a fucked-up whore in need of a filthy fuck session? 

That doesn’t matter now. You can tick off all the dirty little things you’ve always wanted to try, because there’s no stopping Masky from giving you all the experience you need– whether you like it or not.

TOBY

You were an angel to him. An angel who despite all his gnarly scars and unsettling jolts, you still wholeheartedly place a kiss right on his pale, cold face.

He loves the way you blush when he snakes his arm around your waist. He loves the way you almost whine at even the most mundane body contact. He loves the way your eyes water when you’re overstimulated by his affections.

He’s been through a lot of things multiple times and sometimes he can even predict what might happen during difficult situations. But when you admit all your filthy little fantasies to him on a random Friday night, time seems to freeze and the air gets a little too stuffy.

Next thing you know, you’re trapped under him like a caged animal.

Thank god it’s Friday.

As soon as you finish off your bucket list of… oddities. Toby’s body jolts once before turning away from the tea you asked him to make. His head twitches to the side while the gash in his face emanated gentle jittering.

He’s quiet. So quiet. You could hear the crickets croak.

Then Toby beams. He beams like never before.

“D-damn, baby. Di-didn’t know you were into sh-shit like that,” he giggles, a shiver running down your back. “You get under my skin just right, don’t you naughty girl?” and with that, he hauls your body on his shoulder, giggling at your pathetic little hits.

For all his life, he has always been treated a dumb little twitching bastard that doesn’t know how to do anything. And that has extended to his proxy life, with Masky trailing behind him like a leech, sucking out everything Toby has in his body.

So when you tell him you wanted to do the dirtiest things despite not even having your first makeout, it was like divine intervention. No longer was he the rut of the litter. Right now? He’s the rabid fucking menace that was gonna ruin you tonight.

Toby would be the kind of guy that will swear that he’s going to be gentle on you– yet he never is. He would let you take the lead at times, especially if you’re getting a little needy, and when he wants to see all of you.

He wants to try something that can instill fear in you first. Maybe it’s him growling in your ear to fucking behave when you squirm too much. Maybe it’s him threatening to take a chunk of meat off your skin. Maybe it’s him bringing his hatchet into the game.

Then he’d like for you to take the wheel, allowing you to choke him while you bounce on him vigorously, spitting in his face whenever he tries to keep your hips down. Toby hates being told what to do. But when it was you who’s telling him to lick your cunt faster? He’s on it.

And after all that, he would take his power back and leave disgraceful marks on your body, be it his bites, his hickeys, bruises caused by him. He would laugh at your pathetic-fucked out face, mocking at the way you plead for him to slow down and make you cum, only for him to go agonizingly slow and deny your orgasm. “Please Toby, please I’m sorry please go faster,” you babble, watered-down mascara trickling down your temples and staining the pillows.

“Pwease Toby pwease,” he mocks, giggling at your pleading. His hand was on your neck, squeezing so deliciously while your eyes rolled back both in pain and in pleasure while he took his sweet, sweet time on hitting your g-spot. “Come on, baby. I thought you wanted this– unless you’d like me to stop?” you shook your head, frantically saying no, no, no and faster, faster please. Toby snorted, snapping his hips so harshly against your cervic, the tip of his cock throbbing at the new and sudden pace.

In short, Toby is ecstatic. He loves how secretly filthy you are, and while you kept it hidden from him all this time, it makes it as an excuse to go even rougher on you.

[theamberparadise]

Hai, Hai!!

Love love love your writing sm:33 was wondering you could mayb do like hcs of Jeff w a like alt civilian gf?? Like someone who’s into metal and all that stuff w hella peircings ?? If not it’s ok love ya!! 👅👅

JEFF THE KILLER X ALT! READER W/PIERCINGS

SYNPOSIS; how does jeff react to a civilian with the same music tastes and brings it into their way of fashion???? Hmmmm lets see lets seeeeeee hahaushskdhwioe

TW; degradation, light mentions of breathplay, Jeff being Jeff

A/N; can u tell im excited for this req im excited for this req can u tell can u tell tell me tell me if u can tell (i am going to include nsfw hcs for this because i SAID SO)

Jeff is launched into an excited frenzy when he sees you and your deftones t-shirt. “Finally, someone gets it,” he mutters to himself, watching you plop down on your couch with a bag of microwave popcorn in hand.

He was relieved when he saw you actually try to fight back against his invasion of your home, and after he nearly lost his ear from your kitchen knife he threatened to gouge out your eyeballs to make you sit and talk to him.

You never really knew why he wanted to talk to you. And then you find out he’s been stalking you for a bit now, and his reason? “Thought you were kinda cute,”. You wanted to punch him.

Then, to your dismay, he kept on visiting again and again. And for the days he stayed there overnight, Jeff would legit just stare at you in one place without moving until you went in another room.

You don’t bother to even try and change the locks anymore. It’s either he got through with one of your hairpins, or he managed to knock down the knob with his elbow.

Nonetheless you let him do his own thing, sometimes you lend him one of your mixtapes for him to put in your jukebox and jam to.

“The Offspring?” you questioned, taking a moment to suck off the pancake batter off of your thumb. “Hell yeah!” Jeff responded, cranking up the volume to the highest setting (which you were definitely used to), and started headbanging right in your living room.

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP (fluff?????)

Brings you home silver rings and chunky-as-fuck earrings for you to wear. He much prefers seeing you in them over gold. (mostly because it matches his jewelry as well.)

Would beam when you already do have piercings that match his. If he finds out you also have snake bites, he’s grinning like a kid on Christmas and stares at your lips for an uncomfortable amount of time.

He is such a loser for eyebrow piercings. Even better when you have an eyebrow slit. He thinks it’s “fucking badass” and finds every excuse on mother Earth to try and lick it.

Once asked you to pierce his nose bridge, right in between the corners of your eyes. When you’re finished, he looks at it in the mirror for at least an hour before going back to the mansion and flaunts it to everybody.

Traces his hand over your tattoos. He loves the big one on your thigh, especially when you wear those fishnet stockings he’s so fond of.

Even better when it reaches from your knee to your waist. He tries to resist to bite it (he has once) and just firmly pinches or holds the area.

You dress up in a full-alt outfit for a date, showing off your tattoos? And you’re wearing chunky platform heels, too? He tries coaxing you to stay home while you scold him for making you get ready for no reason and drag him outside.

When you are outside, he’s so jumpy and overly-aware of those who might snatch you right out of his hands so he grips your leather corset a little tighter.

He takes you on graveyard dates, making fun of the memorial pictures that are plastered onto the stone. 

Sometimes, he takes you where he killed his most recent victim and tells you in full detail of what he did and where he hid the body.

When on car rides, Jeff likes to play with your stockings or fishnets while waiting in traffic, grumbling about how many people really need cars. It’s also a way for him to fidget with something, other than the peeling leather of his gear stick.

Stole your tattoo gun one time and messily writes your name somewhere on his arm. The tattoo was infected for a while and now it’s just a small slump of what looks like a keloid scar that seems to have your name on it.

A good amount of his own piercings are infected as well, so you’d have to remind him to let you clean it. 

Does wear an article of yours somewhere, be it a belt chain or a necklace. Makes him feel giddy for some fucked-up reason.

NSFW

Remember those fishnet stockings? Expect them to be ripped to shreds on the floor despite your protests. “Shh, I’ll buy you new ones, baby. Just open up f’me, yeah?”

Jeff blasts heavy metal of his choice on your biggest speaker when he makes you scream. To him, it’s a message to your poor sleep deprived neighbors. 

He likes slightly freaking you out by getting dick piercings. Jacob’s ladder, Prince Albert… he loves the shock flash on your face before seeing that hungry, sexy face when you go down to lick it.

Jeff LIVES for nipple piercings and boob tattoos. He’s a tit guy at heart, so when he sees a flash of silver studs and intricate ink patterns on your mounds? He’s groping at them to the point where they’re both sore (and kinda bruised) in the morning. He won’t let go of them in any position.

Loves it when you suck on his tongue piercing. To him, it’s an invite to absolutely wreck your throat on the floor.

Likes seeing the red swell on your ass and hips accompanied by your tattoos by the time he’s done with you.

Weirdly has a thing for ear gauges? He loves the feeling of his tongue just gently swirling around them while he fondles your tits.

Purposefully cums on your tattoos and grins at it like it’s a trophy.

If you tattoo his name somewhere on your body Jeff will literally never stop staring at it. He thinks it’s even better when it’s at an intimate place, like your breasts or right above your clit. “Glad you know yer place, sweets.” 

He loves making you ride him while in a tight corset. Your out-of-breath gasps are to die for. Even better when your tongue is lolled out and your eyes rolled back. “Little bitch, you like this shit don’t you?”

Have a clit piercing? He's lapping that shit up like a dog. Tugs on it to make you squirm. Grinds the underneath of his cock on the warm bud of metal.

Finds bellybutton piercings to be sooooo slutty and sexy as fuck. Even more when you show it off in public.

One time he made you wear headphones blasting Slipknot during sex since he was drunk at the time and his moans were a little more high-pitched. It’s okay, seeing him twitch and his eyes going to the back of his head when you clench down on him is enough for you to feel a little bit cocky.

[theamberparadise]

me too girl me too it's okay

In case you were wondering how i plan fic ideas when im too exhausted to think of decent dialogue

Also ignore how shittily im rping im really tired

[theamberparadise]

Ouughhhhh

Chat what do we think about big meaty Jeff. Tall, muscles, a little chub... tasty dad bod... absolute mountain of a man.

[theamberparadise]

I want to make a reaquest again, please ( if you don't mind )

Jeff the killer ( Why am I so obsessed with this guy? 😭) and ticci Toby ( because i love him ) x Jessica Rabbit s/o When they were on date Then there was someone catcalling their s/o ( separately) please

TICCI TOBY AND JEFF THE KILLER X JESSICA RABBIT-LIKE READER PART 2 | READER GETS CATCALLED!! (SFW)

SYPNOSIS; how would Jeff and Toby react to a Jessica Rabbit - like reader get catcalled while on a date? 

TW; catcalling obv, curse words, brutal ways of murdering, drinking

A/N; does this count as a part two I hope this counts as a part two somebody tell me it's a part two

part 1

TICCI TOBY

The lights are dim. The plates are clicking. Jazz is playing. 

You're at a high-end restaurant that Toby managed to reserve a seat at after bribing BEN to do some password magic on his computer. 

He knew you and him didn't need to pay because BEN managed to make it appear that the reservation and meal was paid. 

You were sitting in a cushy chair in front of a velvet covered table across from Toby. To look decent he snagged on a suit and covered his gash with a thick gauze that took over his face. 

The date is… fruitful. At first he tried to be “fancy” by ordering oysters but the waiter quietly reminded him that you were in a steakhouse and oysters weren't even on the menu. Then, he spilled a glass of water off your table. Then accidentally called the waiter a “bitch” because of his tic, but fortunately the waiter just dismissed it. 

But despite all that has happened, you're still enjoying the date since he was considerate enough to not mutilate all the other people here just to have the whole place to yourselves like he did last time at a run-down diner. 

You both were sitting next to a big window. And so he wasn't doing a good job sitting still at multiple civilians who were passing by gawking at you.

Of course he understood why, a beautiful goddess like you would obviously gain stares from people. 

He was holding your hand across the table, breathing a little too heavy for your liking while he talked about work and other shenanigans he rambled out too fast when a knock emanated from the window beside both of you. 

You turn your head, flipping a chunk of your hair away to get a better view. 

There, two teenagers were grinning at you, paying no attention to your date, who significantly gripped your hand tighter than before. 

One of the teenagers cupped his mouth around the sides and pressed against the glass

“Yo, baby! You ever been with a real man?” his voice was muffled through the clear material. 

You could practically hear Toby growl. 

Your thumb circled the back of his hand, a silent way of coaxing him to stay I'm his seat and not do anything. 

“Show me somethin’, sexy! Maybe I'll be the one to pay for your dinner!” Toby tensed. The last comment didn't sit with him well because of his masculinity being mocked. 

You shake your head and try to look away, trying to continue your conversation with Toby but his chair is long gone.

Tears filled your eyes at the thought of him might have had enough and left you because you didn't do much to stop the teenagers outside your window. 

You glance at the window once again, just to find nobody there. You cock an eyebrow, looking left and right through the cool pane.

Then, a huge splatter of blood shoots against the window, followed by muffled screaming coming from a male before the younger looking teenager’s body slammed on the glass, making a big thump.

The people behind you who were eating are obviously terrified, with a crowd already up from their seats and backing away into the wall, trying to get as far from the windows as possible.

However, Toby makes his final appearance through the window. His bare eyes which were usually hidden behind an orange tint, were now staring at the mortified customers like they’re next.

In Toby’s hand, a broken piece of wood which seems to be from the same chair he sat on. His suit, formerly in pristine and clean condition, now splattered in a disgustingly wet, dripping red.

Everyone’s screams filled the room. But the constant thumping of your heart? Enough to silence them off if ever it had a voice.

You curl up a faint smile before he trudges inside the door again, earning gasps and half-finished screams from the crowd of servers and customers as he snaps his fingers to get your (very frozen) waiter.

“I wa-want a take out b-box,” he mutters. The waiter gains sonic speed as he scrambles around, bringing back a stack of folded glossy paper boxes for food.

Without a word, Toby grabs the boxes with twitching hands, the faint sound of somebody calling 911 speeding him up, filling the boxes with A-grade wagyu steak like greasy non-authentic chinese food.

Toby grabs your arm tenderly, like a calm in the midst of chaos with haphazardly-packed food in his hand before he hushes you to his car and speeding off, the constant wailing of the sirens not fazing him.

As soon as Toby hears or sees a threat– especially when on a special day with his beloved elegant vixen, he doesn’t spare an ounce of empathy or critical thinking.

Because he’s spent so many years being rejected by pretty girls, there is absolutely no way he’s letting a bum steal what he was deprived of all these years.

Even though he’s a bum himself, Toby knew there was something you see in him, and he isn’t about to waste that something on anybody.

Toby has spent so much time making sure he was on par with you. Fancy ties his father used to wear, itchy polo shirts that make his skin twitch, tight dress pants that make him look like a looney. He’s even picked up on etiquette habits, like holding a wine glass properly, learning seven types of forks…

So if he notices that someone is trying to coax you to give them your attention, he immediately sees it as a challenge and that person is now a huge threat to him. 

And threats, like what he’s been taught all his years as a proxy, are immediately eliminated.

There’s not a moment that he doesn’t enjoy it though. He sees it as a way to prove that he’s not spineless, not something to underestimate and disregard.

And if it’s in front of people? He’s showing off. 

Look at me I just beheaded a twinky little fuck who tried to steal my hot ass girlfriend!! Look!!! - his mentality

Toby wouldn’t drag you into the bloodshed though, he’d hate for your look to be ruined because of him:(

But when he does get a splatter of blood on you, he legit stops midway into beating the guy into a bloody pulp to pull out a hankie from his pocket and frantically try to wipe the stain away before going back and finishing the business.

“Oh, n-no baby I’m s-so sorry… here, l-let me c-clean it up for yo-you.”

And when the job is done and the guy is at least hung on a post somewhere to prove a point, he proceeds to take you on the most romantic car ride you have ever been in or the most mundane and cuddly walk of your life. You honestly don’t know what’s up with that, maybe it’s because you’re fucked up in the head too or he’s just magical like that.

Toby does ask many questions after, though. He needs assurance that it’s only him you want and that you’d never be freaked out at such a freak like him. And when those words spill from your lipstick-coated lips with those sleepy eyes he loves so much? He’s shivering and rests his forehead on your shoulder, breathing in your scent.

If you tell him it's okay and that you're there to comfort him while scratching at his scalp, he's already contemplating on killing 500 more people for you.

He barely even lets you look someone else’s way, why would he let anyone invade yours?

JEFF THE KILLER

The clean taste of vodka washes over your tongue while your eyes seem to dim under the yellow bar lights. 

Jeffrey was crudely telling you a plethora of fucked-up jokes about how his recent victims look like when he was “done” with them. You laugh at him, not at his jokes, but at how stupidly beamed up his eerily pale face is. He suggested getting a drink at a bar he and Habit usually go to and calling it a date. You agree, since you were quite bored and was in a mood to play hard-to-get with him.

The scene was quite noisy. Drunk, underpaid construction workers clinking their overflowing mugs of beer. The cranky bartender slamming down overly-sweet drinks. Shitty country music blaring over the broken speakers.

It was a perfect killing night for you. Desperate, incel men with families needing to get their dick stepped on, bastards salivating behind your back, and in the far left corner, muggers who think unassuming girls are the best targets.

You continue to entertain Jeff, who was now on the topic of him mutilating his victims in about twenty ways; when the bar entrance door swings open and rings the bell overhead, producing a broken jingle followed by a long whistle and a hackle of guffaws.

You turn, the red, shiny dress on your body twinkling in the light with your hair cascading down. Your eyes surveyed the scene and saw what looks to be a small-time mobster with a few of his minions. Maybe four, maybe five. Jeff knew what was going on, and he also knew what was about to happen and was ready to pounce.

The mobster leader fished out his phone, flipping it up like a treat he was feeding to a stray.

“Nice dress, sugar! You look good in red.” he licked his lips, the tip of his tongue brushing over his beard was enough to make you grimace. “You oughta just leave this freak here and stay with me tonight,” before you could say no, Jeff stands up, ripping the surgical mask off his face and stepping up to the greasy man.

“Watch it,” he growls, “This is my toy.” you grinch at the nickname before a flash of silver catches your eye. It was already long after Jeff had pulled out his knife from his pocket. A smirk tugs on your cheeks.

“Aw,” the mobster chuckled. “Little joker wannabe here wants a bit of trouble.” he looks up, his gleaming eyes settling on you, giving you a disgusting wink. “Say, whaddabout I kick this bitch of a date of yours and we kick it off at my pla–” he was interrupted by Jeff stuffing his blade upside the mobster’s guts before he cruelly yanks it out, raising a hand to grip his greasy hair and bang the leader’s head repeatedly on the corner of the bar table.

By the time Jeff was done the mobster was laying lifeless on the floor, shards of his bloody skull littering the bloody puddle.

And when you look back at where his minions were standing, the entrance sits empty. The rest of the crowd either also left via the backdoor or weren’t looking at all. Some even had their wallets spread out on their tables, giving up whatever they might be mugged for.

Jeff turns to you once again. He lifts your hand up with his cold fingers, then leaning down to press a kiss right on your knuckles.

He then notices the stains on your stockings, feeling proud of what he did.

“He wasn’t wrong. Y’always look good in red, baby.”

Contrary to Toby, Jeff likes it when you end up as an affected factor of his mess. Seeing you covered in the blood he spilled boosts his ego in the wrong, twisted ways.

Jeff actually prefers to do the killing in private, then stay hidden in the scene with you, watching the horror on somebody’s face upon discovering the body, giggling at how they scramble to call the police on their phone.

However he does try to blare it out as much as possible. Jeff is chaotic, it’s the reason why he’s on so many news articles. So he tries to make the scene as brutal as possible so it’s worthy enough to appear on the front page. 

He then cuts out the column and slips it under your door a week later after the incident, with a note scribbled on the back with red messy ink, saying “You always wanted a love letter, right? Well, surprise! - Jeff” (he thinks it’s better than ACTUAL love letters)

Jeff likes outwardly kissing you in front of the crowd if there ever was one during his kill. It’s his way of saying “this is who I killed for and if you try some shit like that as well you’re fucked”. He does it with his eyes open, side-eyeing them while he does it.

He hates when people steal something that’s his. He practically got everything ripped away from him before he went crazy. His ego, his dignity, his family. Once Jeff has something he values once again and especially as somebody as pretty as you? He’s building a barbed wire of warning before he lets go of himself.

And when the cops arrive, he takes your heels and your hand while you both run to his truck, then drives you to a run-down gas station so you two could “really relax”. Even though he was the one who ruined the peace in the first place.

Thing is, once Jeff hears something even remotely perverted and directed towards you he comes stomping over and tells the person to “back the fuck off” and then comes crawling back like a dog.

He actually believes he’s just as jaw-dropping as you are. So when somebody tries to disturb the “dynamic” he claims you two have, he's extremely offended. 

Jeff doesn’t ask questions like Toby does because he’s such an egotistical asshole that he expects you to thank him for causing the intended murder.

But when you scold him for it? He’ll start thinking that you actually wanted the guy and starts listing off on why you shouldn’t feel bad for him when you really don’t.

He’s all for staring, hell he can stare at you for hours without saying anything– but when another person does it to you suddenly he’s wondering why they’re doing that and interrogates them immediately.

Same with touching. He’s willing to grope your ass in public but when somebody even slightly comments on your ass he’s on theirs.

You tell him "thank you" with that creamy voice of yours while tracing his slits? He will lick your heels.

When you don’t notice the penetrator trying to hit on you Jeff sends them a glare and flashes his knife before grinning inhumanely wide. So far, that’s the best technique he’s used, but for the stubborn ones? 

He already knows what to do with them. And for you? A nice, cushy seat with front row view of his performance.

[theamberparadise]

hi everyone! closing asks for now so i can catch up on the amazing requests in my inbox!! toby hc's coming soon!!

[theamberparadise]

BEN Drowned, and Bloody Painter x Lilith (Hazbin Hotel)! Reader.

Hi honey thank you so much for requesting! Unfortunately, I am not inside the Hazbin Hoten fandom and i don't have enough of a grasp of the type of reader you're requesting for me to write :((( ive tried to do a bit of research but i don't think there's enough for me to ground on for this character, but you're free to request something else even if it's still toby you would like!

[theamberparadise]

~~ 🩷HELLO PRETTY BABY!

its my first time requesting something, because I’m new on Tumblr, but when I see for the first time your profile and the stories that you publish… like, I need to request something! 💞

I really love ticci Toby… it’s one on my favorite creepypastas… and I was wondering if you could write something, like the reader! innocent, sweet and naive girl, like a civil person and Toby the obvious killer that he fell in love with her… I would love if you do fluff and smut the same time, like headcanons I think? sorry if it’s long and confusing… English it’s not my first language! Thank you for your time dear! 🩷

TICCI TOBY X INNOCENT, SWEET, AND NAIVE READER

SYPNOSIS; Toby gains an interest in a sweet girl who is oblivious of his antics.

TW; Toby being creepy, humiliation, manipulative habits

A/N; can u tell I have no idea how to write fluff😆

FLUFF (+a little backstory!)

Toby had just finished mutilating an old lady he did housework for some extra money. His sweater was stained with her blood and he was going back to where he came from before a sweet, light voice stopped him in his tracks.

You would be there, standing all pretty in your cute little skirt, taking in a stray cat right in the middle of the road at 8 pm on a Sunday night. You hadn't noticed him yet, but the way your eyes softened in empathy made you glow in the dark like a firefly.

He stood still, watching you carry the poor creature inside your house while you cooed.

Toby never understood the point of waiting around for a victim, but this time, he wanted to wait.

But that doesn't mean he wouldn't have his share of you.

So, as a first-step approach, he stole a full suit and tie from whatever store he could find and put it on. (He ripped something in the back)

He would knock on your door, posing as an inspector sent by the neighborhood council (you didn't even have one) to “observe your housing condition”

Seeing as you said yes to every sketchy product offered to you by randos, Toby knew this was an easy trick, and as soon as you let him into your house he had to hold himself back from just taking you right then and there.

Unfortunately, he had a plan and needed to stick to it.

He would shuffle around awkwardly around your house, pretending to inspect your appliances. (He's just tapping around and looking closely while hovering his fingers over it)

He does this for a week or two, coming by daily mysteriously in the same suit every time you see him.

Then, he goes in for the kill.

One day, he unexpectedly comes without warning like he usually does when he got your number. He looks… terrifying. Goggles now clouding his eyes, heavy breathing and his sweater is stained with… something.

“Toby? Is that… is that you?” your cute little voice trembled when you see him. You see his axe in his hand. “Did you cut firewood?” your question was so stupid it almost made him full-on giggle in your face.

“Ye-yeah hic! Mind letting me in? It's co-cold o-outside.” He rasped through his muzzle, fully expecting you to step aside and let him in.

You did.

From then on, he started visiting not as a house inspector, but as him. Toby. Toby the axe wielder. Toby the killer. Toby the one who killed more people than he could ever count.

And you didn't mind! Or at least, didn't notice.

Toby has tried to imply every time he's able to that he is a serial killer and has spilled gallons of blood that isn't his.

“I-im not as in-innocent as you thi-think I am,” he muttered, standing behind you while you made tea in your kitchen. “That's fine, everybody has their own flaws!” you say, as he is dripping in blood when you turn around.

He crashes in your place at least three times a week because you said he wouldn't mind if he snuck through the window. Although you have never questioned how he got the key to unlock them…

He purposefully cleans his axe in your sink while you sweetly help him, not minding how much of that red, sticky liquid really goes down your sink pipes.

Toby tells you to turn off the TV as soon as he knows his name and picture will surely appear on the news.

He brings you back trinkets– those of which he stole from his victims. He never bothers to clean them and so you end up wiping off the red stains from whatever he brought you. It can either be a teddy bear keychain with mud, lipstick that suspiciously looks used, and even bloody headbands.

You once saw his picture and his full name on a newspaper article one day and he braced himself to trap you in your own basement, but you just pointed at the article and laughs about him looking exactly like his picture.

“Oh, would you look at that! You look just like this guy, huh?” “... You're ho-hopeless.”

Whenever he drops by at an ungodly hour of the night, he grimaces at how much locks you really kept open. “Damn b-bitch, n-not even the do-doors?” he mutters to himself before letting himself in

In a way, he admires your kindness and your trait of not judging anyone. This makes him feel guilty for being with you, but then again whenever he heavily implies that he's a killer you don't look into it much and keep doing your thing.

There are many nights on when you and him spend movie nights on your stuffy couch, along with the cat that you brought it wedged I'm between you two. He would be on you, laying on your chest while you unconsciously played with his hair, his hand massaging your cat's fur.

There also many times you have given him a bath in your bath tub free of charge. His favorite part? You saying he's handsome while washing his hair.

You have never flinched at seeing his fase gash like anyone else outside the mansion, in fact you actually try to clean it once in a while to prevent it from getting infected.

“D-do you wanna kno-know how I g-got this thing on m-my face? I a-ate m-my own cheek, just f-for fun. Didn't feel a single thi-thing.”

“That's… good, I guess. Stay still, okay?”

He lives for the fact that you don't flinch of scream whenever he has a tic. He jolts violently? You ask if he needs water.

He likes being cheeky and does favors you didn't even ask for so you feel obligated to kiss him on his cheek or hug him really tight. Yeah this guy knows whats up

Toby also sends you pictures while on duty in the forest, purposefully leaving parts of dead corpses here and there but not once did you question it. Or even notice it.

Absolutely loves it when you laugh at his very dark jokes, even though sometimes you don't know what the punchline was.

He has an addiction for smelling your hair whenever wherever. His mental process is if you don't scream while he does it then it's okay.

He holds your hand firmer than usual whenever you display an act of kindness toward anyone else but him, even though it was your kindness that drew him inside in the first place.

Lets you keep his favorite sweaters because he knows you would take utmost care of it.

He comes out of your house smelling fresh as a daisy because you quite literally pamper him despite his appearance

SMUT

He takes advantage of the fact that you're innocent.

Haven't kissed anyone before? He's deviously making out with you in your kitchen. Haven't seen a real dick before? He sends you dick pictures so he can come back seeing you red and flushed. Never had somebody look at your pussy before? He's staring at it for a full five minutes until you're crying for him to stop looking

You're the only one he's with that can make him feel like he's the one with power. So, he pins you down in every place possible so he can feel you struggle and squirm under him.

Toby loves seeing the flash of fear in your eyes whenever he wants to try something new. Bondage, knife play, choking… he could stare at your face forever.

He likes dragging you out somewhere in public to finger you. “Naughty g-girl, getting o-off on people potentially s-seeing you be a w-whore for me?”

Purposefully makes the loudest noises to see you flustered.

Makes you go on calls with your friends while he's fucking you from behind just so he can see how far you can keep that not-so-innocent expression of yours before falling apart.

Just as much as he likes being in your scent, he also likes it when you smell like he does. So he keeps you as near as possible to his body during missionary.

Speaking of positions, he picks all of the nasty ones before letting you ride him as a reward for being such a good girl.

Leaves bite marks where people could obviously see and loves watching you stammer while you think of a good reason on why it's there.

Cumming on your body does something to him– it feels like watching something so pure turn to a great mess of sin.

Licks you, licks you. It makes him feel like a wolf finally taking his meal.

Edges you multiple times until you get frustrated and hiss at him to stop teasing. Toby proceeds to overstimulate you to hell.

Loves it when you act out or give him even a smidge of attitude because it gives him a reason to brat-tame you.

He buys vibrators off of the internet and makes you go to work with them inside your cunt while he controls the speed. He later beams while receiving a message from your boss that you have been suspended from your job for a little while.

He lays off on using his dick because you look so pretty while cumming on his fingers, especially if you're sensitive.

[theamberparadise]

what the FUCK

[theamberparadise]

Hello, This is my first time making a request on your block.

Can you do a NSFW and dating headcannon for Jeff the killer and ticci Toby x Jessica Rabbit like s/o ( separately ) , please

HI HONEY IM SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE TUMBLR DELETED MY 2K WORD DRAFT AND NOW I HAVE TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN IM SO SORRY

TICCI TOBY AND JEFF THE KILLER X JESSICA RABBIT READER

SYPNOSIS; How would Jeff and Toby react to reader who looks like Jessica Rabbit?

TWs; toxic relationship, blood

A/N; hi hon!! welcome to my blog!! im so sorry this was sooo late tumblr hates me sm, i hope you like this as much as i liked writing it!

ps! i assumed reader is also a killer.

"Seriously, what do you see in him?" "He makes me laugh."

TICCI TOBY

The first time he saw you, Toby was beyond bewildered. Were you real or were you another figment of his twisted imagination?

Nonetheless, his eyes were on you now. And he needs your eyes on him.

His first instinct? Flaunting his muscles at you whenever and wherever he can. Getting a glass of water? His shirt is suddenly off. Fixing yourself in front of the living room mirror? He mutters it’s hot then slowly rips off his jacket. Seeing him during training? He flexes his muscles a bit more.

He thinks this is a widely accepted way of getting girls when really it’s so awkward when he does it.

Second instinct? Getting as close to you as he possibly can just to sniff your scent. Even if you’re just leaning gracefully against a counter, he might walk in, head high, shoulders back while he leans right beside you. Not across, not near, beside. Like there aren't any more spots for him to lean on.

“Toby, hon,” you cleared your throat. “You’re getting a little close.” “Am I?” he cocks his head to the side. “My bad, I’ll move aside.” 

He moves literally three inches away.

His third and final attempt? Leaving you gifts! Although it does leave you confuzzled.

One moment your Versace heels are there, and the next second, you hear your door close and now it’s gone. The next day, you wake up to see your Versace heels back again, with a pair of sword heels from Paciotti– in your size.

More of his gifts would include a sketchy brand of lotion from a drugstore, a cracked eyeshadow palette, and a seemingly used lipstick.

You appreciate his efforts but you couldn’t help but feel perplexed.

Once he notices you haven’t been saying “thank you” to him like you should be, he trudges to your door post-mission holding a bundle of snapped flowers that looked like they were pulled from a couple’s anniversary date (it was) with his breathing awry and ragged.

He keeps his eyes steady on yours. And as soon as you asked what was wrong, he shoves the bouquet in your face, like he didn’t cause you to have an allergic attack.

“Fuh–flowers. For y-you.” You gently press the cloud of petals down. “Okay, Toby– Okay, honey.”

He would still press his gaze onto you like you owed him something (which you did) and after about five minutes, he speaks once again. “Why ha-haven’t you wearing m-my gifts?”

You stay silent, backing away as your heel meets the floor again, your face looking to your side.

You feel his thumb and index gently hold your face in the right direction– where he is, and leans even closer than ever.

“I wa-want you. Do you want m-me t-too?”

Ever since you said yes to him, his ego had been fueled to the MAX.

If somebody even slightly mentions you, he’s on them and joining the conversation he had nothing to do with. “Oh, h-her? Yeah, I pu-pulled her. Not li-like you g-guys can do anything ab-about i-it,” that statement earns Toby a nasty black eye, of which he thankfully didn’t feel, but caused his face to swell for a week. He crawls back to you seeking validation even though it was him who started the mess.

He does anything and everything for you if it means he won’t lose a part of his pride like he did last time with Clockwork. Complaining about the heat melting your makeup off? He’s installing a new air conditioner. Notice a rip in your oh-so-glittery dress? He’s suddenly suitable as a surgeon. Need to detangle your hair? He’s treating it like a frail animal.

It’s the same when you’re on missions together. A rowdy victim scuffs your shoe? “That little sh-shit,” he’s off hacking the poor guy to hell.

He blushes shamelessly when you call him "my boy" or "my good little champ" while pinching his cheeks, makes him feel like one of those guys back in his middle school that would steal his crushes.

And although all of this seems sweet, it doesn’t mean it won’t have toxic tendencies.

His jealousy problems can overwhelm the relationship. He immediately jumps to conclusions every time he sees you hanging out with someone who’s not him. “Why were y-you looking at h-him? You’re not th-thinking of talking t-to him, are you?” “Did you go for a smoke with them j-just now? You’re fucking him, aren’t you?”

It hurts, yes, but try to actually pursue another guy and he’ll come crying floods with his knees on the floor, gripping on your dress like it’s his life line.

"Toby, baby, no pulling, please." You try to snag the fabric gently from him. "No, no, no, no, don't leave me-- p-please no, I'm s'sorry," he chokes out, "Never again, hon, please,"

NSFW 

The reason why he takes care of your hair so gently and attentively is because he likes to pull on it whenever he’s fucking you from behind or receiving a blowjob from you. Seeing you wince in pain while you’re so used to being taken care of by him is like cocaine.

He memorizes all the spots you like to reveal in your outfits just by him staring at you for hours on end. He uses this to his advantage and cheekily leaves bites on there.

Purposefully buys you makeup that isn't kiss proof just to see your lipstick stain his lips and his cock. Sometimes, he takes pictures of them and sends them to whoever was bullying him recently.

Have a meeting with the major proxies and need to orgasm in the middle of it? No worries, he’s under your dress sucking your clit like there’s no tomorrow.

Loves it when you wear heels during sex. He cums in his pants by the thought of you stepping on his dick with them.

Once he gets home after a particularly frustrating day of missions, he drops down to his knees and starts humping your leg with his bare cock while massaging your hands and arms through your silky gloves.

He circles his thumb on the seams of your long dress while you give him the best titjobs of his life.

Lives for the idea of you having a wardrobe malfunction in front of him and the other proxies. Lowkey a cuck.

Bites every cellulite line he finds, every stretch mark he finds, kisses every scar you might have and thanks you for even letting him.

Moans a little louder than he’s supposed to when you suck on his adam’s apple.

He finds cumming in your hair so enchanting, seeing milky white beads of his honey absorb into your smooth hair has him groaning.

JEFF THE KILLER

“Holy shit,” were the first words that escaped his mouth when he first saw you. 

I mean, how could he not? Look at you, all shiny and pretty, it’s like you were made by an angel from heaven. He’s seen his fair share of hot supermodels and sexy porn stars, but none of them even come close to a creature as beautiful as you.

His approach for you is… not great.

Catcalling, whistling, and pervy pick-up lines were his first thoughts. “ *wolf whistle* Nice tits, dollface!” “ *imitates animal clicking* Here, kitty, kitty.” “Over here, sweetcheeks!”

He does this especially when he knows others are watching. It’s his twisted way of calling first dibs.

Jeff loves how you play hard-to-get with other guys in a smooth, jazzy way. Even more when you do it to him.

When he feels as if you were ignoring him (which you were) he likes to leave twisted drawings of you taped on your door. Nothing too crazy, just you in your usual outfit of glamour and heels, but this time your boobs are way bigger than they are and your butt is wider than they should be. You figure that it’s how he looks at you.

You crumpled his drawings and threw them away? That’s fine, he’ll just go a little bit further and bring you a severed finger in a ziploc bag with a ring still on it. Surprisingly, the ring is actually a real diamond worth fifty thousand dollars. And it fit perfectly, too!

You thank him a day later and he thinks he’s the sexiest man in the world.

He then takes it even more up the road– weirdly just touching your hair with his grimy hands until you turn around and gently ask him to stop. Taking extreme observation of your face like it’s an art piece. Even stealing your perfume and spraying it on him even though he has never come close to even hugging you.

After Jeff feels like it’s time to go in for the catch, he breaks inside your room while you’re sleeping and hovers over you, caging you with his body. You’re still sleeping, face freshly moisturized and pretty. He lets his ragged, heavy cold breath blowing onto your face to wake you up, and once you do he grins even wider than humanly possible.

“Y’know, you coulda been sleepin’ in my bed.”

Once you said yes, he was on top of the world. He got cockier than he should really be.

He makes uncomfortably loud grunting and throat clearing noises to make everybody look at him and you, with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, beaming wildly like he just caught a bear.

He purposefully makes out with you in public view, not caring about your lipgloss absolutely coating his face

For his bit of toxicity, he isolates you whenever too many people serve as competition.

This stems from his insecurity of not protecting what he should be protecting, so to keep your eyes only on him, he either locks you up in his room or a wide plain full of nothingness.

He ventures and finds you pretty daggers to keep on a garter on your thighs especially if you have a dress with a huge slit, both for show and for protection, even though he’s there beside you practically 24/7.

Goes crazy for you in red. Going out in an all-red outfit for a date? He’s insisting you stay at home.

He lets you use his blood from his mouth slit as lipstick.

Speak to him in that sultry voice of yours and he’s in love forever.

"Jeffrey, baby. Get me my eyelash curler, will you?" "Oh, shit," he groans, throwing his head back. "You sound like sin, sweets."

NSFW

Remember him dragging you back to the house because you wore red? Well, you’re now on the floor, getting plowed into next week.

Also goes crazy for you keeping your heels on during sex, especially when you can’t take it anymore and you’re pushing him off with them, just for him to push your legs up to your ears and fuck you deeper.

He likes it when you keep your dress on while you ride him. It makes the whole thing feel risky– forbidden.

Jeffrey likes you to get messy. One time, you come back from a rough mission looking like utter shit. Hair tangled like matted fur, dress ripped at the seams, stockings ruined, makeup smeared to hell… It took him everything from within to not pounce on you right then and there. Instead, he drags you by the arm, skin bruising under your glove to his bed and makes you look even worse the following morning.

He loves it when you have a full face of makeup and a pretty outfit before you have sex. It’s like a trophy to him– mascara stains on his pillows, your poor dress ripped to shreds on the floor.

Remember your sultry voice? Use it on him when you order him around and his heart will stop. He might cum in his pants without you touching an inch of his pale skin.

He likes making you stumble out of the door, limping out with his cum still inside and your panties in his pocket, leaving you to pray that your dress doesn’t fly up in the wind.

Do you like your bra being stolen from you? I hope so. Because he’s not going to return it after making you strike up a conversation with everyone while your tits threaten to pop out.

He purposefully messes with your clothing, cutting the seams just right so when you put it on it rips at the most ridiculous places. A huge rip from your clavicle to just under your tits. The seam at the slit of your dress lets go when you take a little step.

Loves watching your usually tired and sexy eyes shoot open when he hits that sweet spot.

[theamberparadise]

GUYS IM ABOUT TO CRY I WAS DOING A REQUEST FOR AN HC AND WHEN I TRIED TO POST IT IT DIDNT POST SO I RELOADED IT AND NOW I HAVE TO DO IT ALL AGAIN WTF THAT WAS 2 DAYS WORK

[theamberparadise]

hide ya titties.

I'm still thinking of Eyeless Jack and you know what I'm going to say it:

Eyeless Jack LOVES eating women.

But I don't mean in the fun way. I mean, he legitimately loves eating them because he thinks women taste sweeter and he likes to eat their titties. They're balls of fat he can chew on, and the bigger they are, the happier he is hunting them.

Mans would chase your ass down if you have C or D Cups or even bigger, so watch out or else-

[theamberparadise]

You guys are DESTROYING the like button on this. Is there something you guys wanna open up to me about? 😕😕

TICCI TOBY THIRSTS

includes three NSFW drabbles/mini fics. read at your own risk.

TWs; reader fuck1ng a hatchet, recorded s3x, toby being a stalker, m0mmy k1nk, reader dr1nk1ng c*m, 4n4l, s0mn0ph1l14

A/N; hahahahhahaahahhahah

MIGHT make the second one a more stretched out drabble and the third one a fic.

Toby doesn't like it when you linger around the two other men he works with a little more than you should. So, he steals Hoodie's camera, props it up on the table in front of his bed, and starts fucking you with the handle of his hatchet with his cock in your ass.

You were being silly.

Silly. Just... silly.

Surely, you didn't mean to smoke with Masky and Hoodie without him knowing. Surely, you didn't mean to share a joint with them. Surely, you didn't want to fuck them.

Right?

Those thoughts were circling Toby's mind again and again, plunging the wooden handle of his hatchet in and out of your poor throbbing cunt.

You're sobbing uncontrollably under the threatening pressure of your orgasm, and with Toby's hard cock pulsing inside your ass, you were nowhere far from howling like a bitch in heat.

Moments before this, Toby had trudged outside on the mansion's porch and dragged you along with him inside, grumbling something about how he should have put you an a leash.

You babbled in confusion, asking him what was going on after he snatched Hoodie's camera off the table and tossing you into his room.

Before you could even wince in pain, Toby grabbed you by the hair and rose you up onto his bed, the sound of your clothes ripping filled your ears immediately.

And now, you're here.

Sitting in between his legs on the stuffy mattress, your knees up to your ears locked by Toby's arm, his cock buried inside your ass and his other arm pistoning his hatchet in and out while your nails were digging into his thighs.

You're in heaven.

It wasn't long until you were gushing on the wood of his hatchet, occasionally squirting whenever he hit that sweet spot inside your womb.

All the while you were moaning like there was no tomorrow.

"H-how many t-times have you cum?" you almost flinched at the sound of his voice.

How many times did you cum?

Four? Six?

A harsh slap was met by your hip.

"How f-fucking many, s-sweet girl?" the nickname sounded like a threat.

"F-five... five times--" you were interrupted by a squeal from your trembling lips when you felt your clit being slapped.

"Wrong," he growled. "Nine. Nine t-times you c-came on my f-fucking axe." Toby increased the speed of how fast the handle was already plunging inside you. "You're usually s-so g-good with numbers," he teased. "Did I already f-fuck that out of y-you?"

Your brain was mush. Nine times? Has it really been that long?

You could only do so much as to reply with a pathetic sob. Soon, you feel a familiar weight being pressed onto your bladder, you knew what was going to happen next.

Toby lifted his hips up deeper into your asshole, nothing but the constant shaking and shivering from your body keeping his cock satisfied.

You were shrieking. And your legs felt numb-- like jelly, shaking as the weight finally blows and bursts, sending a spray of juices towards the blinking red camera that you forgot was even there in front of you.

Your body shook when you feel hot liquid spill in your ass. A red tint staining your cheeks as shame filled up in your lungs.

"Good girl," Toby let go of your shaking legs, heavy breaths from his own orgasm misting your ears. Your legs drop flat onto the soft cushion, your arms following after like limp jelly.

You feel a pair of hands encase your temples, forcing you to look directly into the forgotten camera lens. You can feel Toby grinning against the side of your face. You could see your faint reflections in the dark glass while his sickeningly sweet voice reverberates into your ear.

"S-smile, lovey. You're o-on camera!"

Toby breaks into your room one night, pumping his cock to your half-asleep body, cumming at the sound of you saying you love him.

"Please, please please please, baby, please say it," his needy begging warms your heart, the sound of his wet cock being pumped accompanying of what is nothing short of music to your ears.

You were pleasantly surprised by Toby leaning over your sleeping body that was caged under his; his warm, heavy breath washing over the side of your neck. His hand was working around his leaking cock, pre-cum staining your blanket.

And when he noticed you woke up, he jumped immediately to spewing an apology, but you stopped him and asked what he wanted.

Toby couldn't restrain himself any longer. Especially when you're voice is so sweetly strained and dripping like honey from your delicious lips.

You're snapped back into reality when Toby's pleas get louder and his cock visibly getting harder.

"Please, baby, p-please say it-- s-say you love me baby, please," he sobbed, fat tears escaping his waterline.

Your hand reached up, travelling from his twitching shoulder to his nape, then tangling your fingers into his brown hair, massaging his scalp.

Toby shivers. "Pleaaase," he sobs. You smile, pitying him.

"I love you, Toby. I love you s'much," you coo. Your voice is like milk to him. Warm. Creamy. Comforting.

With a sharp twitch and a loud whine, Toby throws his head back, his cock pulsing like hell.

You cup your hand right below his flushed tip, collecting the delicious white liquid into your palm. Toby goes limp and lays on your body, his face nesting at the crook of your neck. His eyes travel to his side to see you bring up the handful of cum to your mouth, an unholy sound of your slurping the liquid up.

"T-thank you," he mewled. "Thank you, m-mommy,"

Toby stalks you for months, stealing your underwear and giving it back with mysterious stains, giving you wilted flowers, and texting lewd pictures of you bending down in your bedroom and you naked in the shower. He begs you to let him in to see you until you're fed up. So, you wait until he starts tapping at your locked window before you get naked and started fingering yourself in front of him.

You were-- beyond livid.

This person-- no. This parasite has been breaking in and out of your house unannounced and stealing you lingerie and leaving you rotten flowers.

The messages were no good either. Talking about how eager he is to see you naked in person, how good you look while masturbating, how much he wants to feel you.

It was disgusting. And pathetic.

But before absolutely thrashing your bedroom, your head pops with a plan.

So you wait, until nightfall, to finally meet your stalker face to face-- behind a wall of glass. You had learned his routine by now, sneak in at midnight, watch you sleep, jack off then leave.

Repeat. Then repeat. Then repeat.

You never had the courage to confront him in person so you just stay in bed, pretending to sleep, not wanting to greet the blade of the killing machines he calls hatchets.

But what could he even do against a house made of brick with security protocols that blare sirens when he breaks a barrier?

It wasn't long until he finally arrived. You can see a silhouette of his shadow moving around behind the red curtains in your kitchen. You wait until he's busy figuring out a way to your bedroom window, then open the curtains, revealing your naked body to him.

Your stalker (whose name you found out was Toby after hearing him talk on the phone inside your bathroom) was wide eyed and caught like a deer in headlights.

"Hi there, Toby," you purr. "Having fun watching me through the countless trailcams you installed in my home?" you shake your tits in front of him, your nipples hardening in the cold air.

He twitches.

Your cunt was already dripping with adrenaline. There's just something about an internationally wanted killer openly masturbating to you when you're asleep.

Your fingers dip down, circling your wet clit while you remained eye contact with him.

He twitches again.

Then, you insert both your middle and ring finger inside your pussy, eyes clamping shut in bliss. You moan.

"Oh, Toby," you gasp. His fingers were gripping against the glass. You can see his goggles fog up at how heavy he was breathing. You look down to see his hard-on threatening to break out of his pants. You grin.

"Want that fucking cock s'bad," you give him your doe eyes as your fingers continued to work inside your cunt. "Give it to me, Toby, please?"

Your plan was to make him regret ever holding back from the first place. Make him regret sending cryptic messages that made no sense.

You smirk before plunging your fingers fully inside, ramming your fingers at a disgraceful pace, throwing your head back in pleasure. "Fuck, Toby!" you loudly moan. "Oh, Toby, Toby!" you mewl, rutting your hips back and forth against your fingers.

You bring your free hand down to your chest and started twisting and tugging at your nipples, giggling when you see him frantically whip out his leaking cock.

"Shit, that feels so good, baby," he physically shudders at the nickname. His hand was viciously pumping his cock back and forth, white sticky honey dripping down onto your pavement.

You decide to go a little further and press your tits onto the glass, positioning your legs further back as if you being fucked from behind by him.

Your fingers plunged in and out harder, your juices spraying in accordance with your pace. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head.

"Toby-- harder! Harder please-- please, baby!" you couldn't hear him, but you sure knew he could hear you.

He pumps his cock faster, harder. Almost as if he was the one fucking you instead of your fingers.

He was watching you like a hawk. You look at him once more before licking the glass pane.

Another twitch.

Soon, you find yourself close to your orgasm. You squat on the floor, legs wide open while you continue to finger yourself, your free hand playing with your nipples once again.

Eventually, you feel yourself violently squirt, your juices harshly spraying on the glass all for Toby to see, each shake and shiver of your body being seen by him.

Once you finally gain back your consciousness, you open your eyes to see nothing but white liquid that seemed to stain the outside of your window, with Toby nowhere to be found.

You smile. You won! You finally made him go away.

Now it's time for a tub of ice cream and a nice sitcom on your couch--

Knock, knock, knock.

"L-let me the f-fuck in, baby."

[theamberparadise]

Toby officially won the pole, and someone actually managed to request for him in my inbox! Toby will be comin atcha probably this week!

I will be holding another poll just like this so stay tuned!

Thanks for voting everybody!

this poll will be closed after one day! PS: prepare for loooooong headcannons.

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ik u dont take requests but PLEASSEE more ben

BEN DROWNED THIRSTS

part 2! includes three NSFW mini fics/drabbles. read at your own risk.

TWs; f00d pl4y, g4gging, ch0k1ng, hair pulling, b00t w0rsh1p, use of b1tch, sl*t, etc., t3nt4cl3 h3nt41, ben sending p0rn of you to his friends, blood, mentions of murder, d3gr4d4t10n

A/N; this isnt my fault its yours you asked for this deal with the consequences this is not my burden this is yours get away get away get away

Giving BEN a sloppy titjob after he gives you five hundred dollars for your next tattoo.

It's all a transactional favor. Something that doesn't involve too much fuss-- only a tit for a tat.

Literally. A tit. For a tat.

See, you had just surfed the entire internet for a good tramp stamp to add to your collection. It was cute! A simple heart with a bit of cybersigilism winging the shape.

You were about to trudge out the door and into a nice tattoo shop in the city, before realizing that you only had three hundred dollars left in your wallet. The artist you had consulted told you it would be six hundred for the complex design.

You scoffed. How can your design be "complex"?

Anyhow, you found yourself talking to the one person with guaranteed money outside his dorm. And to your surprise-- BEN offered five hundred dollars instead of three.

"Here's the catch, girlie," his eyebrow arched up cheekily. "See, I want a little favor. Could you do that for me?"

His stupid little smirk had you fuming. But, you really wanted this tattoo! Besides, how big of a favor can this really be?

That favor ended up with you, on your knees, with your mascara dripping down like a cursed waterfall, bobbing your head up and down BEN's twitching tip.

Meanwhile, your tits were bouncing up and down from the middle of his dick to the base, your nipples occasionally being nestled in thin blond pubes.

He was on his gaming chair, like always, one hand on the mouse and the other guiding your head.

"You don't think your poor little tattoo appointment would mind if you were a tad bit late would they?" his voice was barely drowning out the lewd moans coming from whatever ridiculous hentai porn he was watching. Your hands were pushing the sides of your tits against his cock, kneading his veins through the mounds of flesh.

Unholy sounds of your constant gags and choking filled the room alongside the filthy underground animated porn he had on this computer.

And it doesn't help when his room reeks of smoked marijuana and... lube?

You could only respond with a desperate hum while he pushed you deeper, his oddly pearly white teeth flashing at you.

"Yeah, they wouldn't," he muttered like he were praising a dog-- which you were sure you were acting like one right now-- given by how much slobber you had coated his cock in.

He inches his foot a little more forward, raising his boot up so the hard rubber at the very edge of the shoe wedges inside your sobbing cunt, a part of your clit throbbing at the leather.

You can feel your hips grind a lot more faster, gaining more motion for your head to bob up and down his cock deeper and faster than before.

You moan around his dick like a whore, your pretty eyes rolling back just for a moment before returning to the dazed expression you had ever since you landed a lick under his shaft.

"Feel good, pixie?" you could only slightly nod at him. "Yeah?" he chided, rutting his hips up and down inside your mouth, earning a loud gag.

"Fuck, that's hot. Give me more, that's it, little bitch," you feel so much more of your honey drip down his boot, part of the shoelaces were tribbing at your clit.

With a swift motion, BEN threw his head back slightly before landing a spot of his spit on your tits.

Only a partial view of his face was visible to you, your sight blocked by the under of his table.

You could only flinch before he brought his other hand down to massage his spit deeper into your skin, dragging the sticky slick to your nipples, circling the hardened nub.

As a silent protest, you bring your head up just enough to suck him as hard as you can, your cheeks vacuuming against his oh-so-pretty dick. Your tongue swirls so deliciously against his cute tip, and you dont move an inch-- disgustingly filthy sounds of your lips dragging up ever so slowly with traction only got you wetter than you already are.

"All this just for five hundred dollars, babe?" he chuckles. "That's just a pound of cocaine," he goes back to forcefully bobbing your head, multiple gasps and choking muffled by his cock. BEN throws his head back, his eyes rolling momentarily before suddenly landing another glob of his spit on you once again, his boot shooting up your cunt-- almost like he was threatening to shove it in.

Your hand travelled down to your neglected clit, circling the poor nub while you bob your head faster, feeling the red top of his shaft twitching inside your mouth, your tits still massaging the lower half.

Being as mischievous as he is, you can't help but to sway your breasts, a smirk crawling up your full mouth while you feel his dick twitch and prop up even more.

BEN shivered. A flicker of his code flashing in the silhouette of him before he looks back down at you again.

"Fuck yeah, bitch, just like that--" he moaned, so pretty, like he was born to be in a high quality porno.

His boot riled up just a little more, giving you leverage to deepthroat his cock while your tits get sweatier and sweatier, acting like lube.

Soon, yours and his body was shaking, aching for release.

The knot in both of your stomachs formed like tension from hell, and soon, a bittersweet grainy liquid hit the back of your throat, causing your head to instinctively pull your head back.

But BEN didn't let you.

Instead, he pushed you down further, forcing the rest of his cock down your abused throat, his free hand harshly pushing one of your tits further against the side of what's left of his dick.

You were sobbing.

Eventually, you felt your own knot untie itself, and filthy squirt came flushing out of your system, drenching the leather boot and the rug below you.

"Good bitch, good little bitch," he panted, letting your head go. He bit his lip at the sight of you.

Hair disheveled, makeup ruined, cheeks flushed.

"That's my lovely little pixie-slut, right there."

A faint sting brands your lower back, the newly tattooed tramp stamp you wanted was imprinted for anyone at all to see.

Your phone was in your hand, and on the screen, is a recent conversation you had just finished texting.

On the contact name, read BEN. Beneath it, a series of pictures.

The first two of which you sent, was one picture of your cute little tramp stamp, and the other...

A clearer, more carefully taken picture of the side of your thigh. In cursive letters printed on by fresh ink, spelled a B, then an E, then an N.

A chime from your phone interrupts your zone-out. You click on the pending picture:

An embarrassingly detailed photo of you-- on your knees, spit-covered tits out, cunt exposed with your panties in the background, and a couple of hundred-dollar bills showered on you.

"Hey, nice tattoo," Clockwork chirped, patting the back of the couch as she passed by.

"Thanks... worked hard for it."

BEN feels offended when his friends try to hit you up on your phone, attempting at sexting you behind your boyfriend's back. You tell him that it's no problem and that you would block them immediately-- but he has other plans. He pushes you into his favorite tentacle hentai porn, planning on keeping you there until you wished it was him fucking you.

You tried to reason with him, you really did!

So you don't understand why it was you he took his jealousy out on.

You were face-first on the mattress, arms too tired to prop yourself up as BEN plowed into you, his surprisingly strong arms pulling your hips towards his.

Your sweet spot was surely bruised at the shameful pace he was going, you don't even get time to breathe before he thrusts again. Your hair-- everything was a mess.

His phone was attached to one of his selfie sticks, adjusted just right so the camera can see most of your body with your cunt being the main focal point.

"Ben-- Benny, baby, please--" your babbling was cut short by a harsh slap on the ass. "Shut the fuck up and take it," he hissed. "You fucking wanted this." His pace was even faster-- harder now.

"If you didn't then you would have blocked them at the very first second they send you a message." he growled. You've never seen him this terrifying-- BEN was always laid back, charming. But now, you had to choose your own words wisely, as it determines his own twisted little punishment for you.

"B-but," you babbled. "I thought-- ngh! I thought it was about-- Ben! Business... I never t-thought-- ah! that this was their intention all along-- please!"

"Business?" he sneered "Business? That? Business?" he slapped you once again, with more anger than the one before. "Jeff, Toby, EJ... Were they business?" you sob and whine, shaking your pretty little head.

The screen of his phone was facing you, showcasing your trembling figure under BEN's, the reflection mocking you like a clown.

"I-- I thought they had good inte-intentions! Ben, please, baby please, slow down, just a bit please--"

"Good intentions? They're fucking murderers for fuck's sake!" you sob into the sheets, makeup smearing the soft cotton. "Why in the ever living fuck would you assume they have good intentions?" he snarls.

"W-well..." you take a sharp inhale before choking out, "Jeff compliments me sometimes, ungh-- and Toby- he gives me the good coffee pods and-- Ben! Jack watches my back every mission--" with the little strength you have left, you try to rise up on your elbows. "They're n-not so bad when you think ab-about i--"

"That's fucking it," suddenly, BEN dragged you by the hair and hauled you in front of his TV, before snapping his fingers to cast an unfamiliar scene you have never watched before. He props your weak body up before pushing you inside the screen, watching as you gasp at the contact of animated tentacles wrapping around your body like vice.

You scream for his name-- pleading and begging for him to drag you out. But through the transparent window, only him setting up the selfie stick with his phone still attached and recording is what you see.

You couldn't help but cry a little harder when you see him jerking his beautiful leaking cock right in front of you, watching you get ruined by something that isn't him.

The tendrils were slimy, slimy, slimy. Every squelch made you grimace and squirm, shivering at every contact of slick from the creature.

The animated monster behind you wasted no time, exploring every crevice of your body despite your cries, and soon enough, you were being bred by the sinfully-delicious tentacles until you pumped full of nothing but cum.

"B-beeen," you mewled. "Wan'... Wan' yer cock..." your face was side first onto the ground. "Pleash.. I'll be.. I'll be a goo' gurhl... mnnn..."

BEN could only snicker in unfair victory before he cooed, "Y'ready to come out, baby? Ready to take my cock again?"

He felt his heart warm and his cock throb painfully at the sight of you nodding tiredly, spent and desperate for him. And him only.

The smell of soft sex filled the room as BEN scrolled through his feed when a number of notifs flooded his phone. He smiled, his heart thumping against your pretty little head, his arm wrapping itself tighter around your sleeping body.

He knew what this was about.

With a press of his thumb, a display of a video he sent three hours ago-- with footage of you being ruined by him in the bed and by the creature in his TV appeared, as well as an array of angry messages in a single Discord channel.

2:21 AM

j3ff_tequila06: well fuck you too elf

toebytobb34: Are you serious?

JackNyras_: You could have just told us to back off, you know.

Having filthy, dirty shameless sex with BEN in a run down 7-eleven after murdering the poor cashier. He has your dirt-caked body bent over the greasy, oil smeared counter, licking candy and energy drinks off of your skin. And if you think the scene wouldn't get any more shameful, he gains control of the CCTV monitors and points all the cameras on you.

"Oh, fuck, Ben!" you cried out. Your mind felt like it was melting in the best way.

Your body was on the counter, bare tits pressed with your nipples hardening against the cold steel. Your head was pulled back harshly, every follicle giving you an addicting tingle every time BEN's angry tip bruised your sweet spot buried within your womb.

Every thrust felt like heaven. And the addition of the artificial sticky sugar that he poured onto your skin being licked off by the pads of his tongue felt like the feathers of angels cradling you like a saint.

And by the way BEN was talking to you? You might as well think you're a disgrace to the world.

"Look how slutty you you fucking look," BEN wedges your chin between his hand, an aching pain pulsing through your jaw has he forcefully props it up with his free hand. Your face was now on full display to the CCTV camera overlooking the counter.

The monitors behind the bar of wood was surrounded by cameras for the (now dead) cashier to see, who, was unfortunately, now brutally murdered on the floor.

You whined at the sight of your pretty little fucked up face being seen clearly inside the scratchy monitor screens that enveloped you and BEN's figures. He hooks four of his fingers inside the lower half of your mouth while his other hand still pulls on your hair.

You gag at his digits, eyeliner and gloss long gone while you spewed out muffled wanton cries.

You feel BEN press the side of his face next to yours, a sharpness from his canines almost piercing your wet cheeks.

"So fuckin' pretty, beautiful girl," he teases. "Y'like bein' exposed like this? Bein' treated like a fuckin' pretty little snack?" he chuckles in those awful stingy glitches. You nod, sobbing frantically.

He lets his fingers out of your jaw, reaching to the side and flicking open a bottle of chocolate syrup you guys clearly didn't pay for, but the thought merely passed by your head for just a moment when the sticky liquid drizzles over your sore ass-- abused and aching from the constant spanking from a punishment you didn't deserve but begged so desperately for.

You moaned when you felt the warm fluid spray side to side, covering your hips as if he didn't smear your tits with whipped cream just before this.

His pace was relentless. You feel his hand coat the rest of your ass with the chocolate before giving it another spank, earning a gasp and a poor, broken cry from you.

"P-pleas-e!" you didn't even know what you were begging for.

BEN could not be any more smug as he drew a heart in the sweet syrup before leaning in once again. "Please what, pretty girl? Come on, you can speak, I know you can." he slumps down and tongued the curve of your cute ass, collecting the sugar on his tongue before humming in approval.

The angry snapping of his hip was stopped so suddenly it earned him a loud whine from you, babbling something about keep on going and a bunch of please Ben, please baby please.

His eyes can only darken even more before sending a bundle of wires your way, wrapping themselves around your ankles and wrists, with a thick and heavy wire lifting you up, flipping you to face him, and setting you down on the counter. The sight of the cashier's blood was spilling beyond the counter, making a disturbing puddle of death.

Squealing, your ass met the warm steel of the counter with a soft thump, grimacing at the feeling of sitting on Hershey brand syrup, before being met by BEN's soft lips.

You moaned into the kiss, closing your eyes as your tongue swirled deliciously with his. He chuckles darkly into the kiss, feeling your desperation of cumming that he denied for three hours or so.

You were harshly pulled away by the same wires that flipped you that were now rounding themselves up on your wrists, holding your body up off the counter by just an inch. You squirmed and struggled against them, only to be met by BEN's fingertips rubbing at your clit to ease you.

"Shh, don't fight it, mama." he cooed. "I've got so much more planned for you..." he entered his two fingers, smirking while he leaned in close.

"Can't wait to see you fall apart for me," with his free hand, BEN reaches below you, snagging a new can of whipped cream before he pops the top open. "Make you my good little slut." with a press of his index finger, he aimed the nozzle right at your hole, his fingers leaving momentarily to give way for the light puffs of sweet.

"Ben," you whined. The feeling of the creamy cloud filling up at the entrance of your abused hole, squirming around while lines of whipped cream framed your puffy lips.

With a swift motion, BEN used his two fingers to shove the cold cream inside, reveling in your sweet gasps and tiny-fucked out moans before he lines his tip up at your now-filled up entrance.

Without warning, he rams his pretty cock inside your hole, with your slick and the whipped cream acting as lube, his perfectly lands on your G-spot.

You shrieked.

Your body jolts up like a newly-revved up engine ready to work, shaking-- no, trembling while the piping hot coil in your stomach finally released.

BEN threw his head back with eyes closed, groaning the tight flesh his cock was so kindly blessed with, sending loads of his warm cum inside you.

Breathing heavy, he pulled out, watching the cream and milky white cum mix together like sin, before dipping his two fingers inside, swiping both the sickly-sweet cream and his cum.

He brings his fingers up to your trembling mouth. BEN smiled at the sight of your tongue lolling out, ready to recieve his gift. Your eyes were his favorite part, all fucked-out and hazy like clouds of sex.

BEN rubs his white fingers up and down your open tongue, moaning in sync with you while you kitten-licked his fingers clean, humming softly at the taste.

A silence surrounds the both of you while he let your arms down, those of which were flailing around his neck and embracing him.

"Y'know what?" he mutters, caressing your back while massaging your spine with his fingertips. "You'd look sexy as a waffle."

The comment brings a giggle from your lips. "Really?" he nods. "What would you top me with?" BEN freezes for a moment, before his smirk returns to his mouth.

"Whipped cream, obviously..." his eyes traveled down further. "And maybe... a bit of raspberries," he shot down and started blowing on the side of your belly, making you yelp and trying to push his head off.

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