pairing: yandere!toby x reader
synopsis.☘︎ ݁˖ ⋮ Toby finally got you in his grasp, now there was no losing you, but the world loved to toss obstacles his way.
request:
your feed is sooo gorgeous wowowow
could you write something with yandere toby? -📼 (if i can claim it lol)
A/n: here’s part 2!! i’m not overly proud of it, idk. i don’t really work with yandere characters that much (which im hoping to change) so im praying ive got some grasp on in it, but hey if i don’t then at least i hope you enjoy the smut 👅
genre.☘︎ ݁˖ ⋮ killing, blood, jealous!toby, obsessive behavior, possessive!toby, ben and toby fight, ben’s a little shit, toby is insane, yandere!ticci toby, Stockholm Syndrome, Smut, fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk, creampie⋮ WC: 3.8k
All it took was one week to realize how fucked you were.
After fleeting the crime scene, your adrenaline wore off and it hit you that you were now running through the woods with a murder. Though, your urge to stop and turn around was cut off by the gleaming weapons attached to Toby’s pants, blood still coating the metal.
Toby was attractive, you could admit that, but that had blinded you from the fact that he had killed your boyfriend in front of you (along with that mind-numbing kiss he laid on you, but that’s besides the point). By the time you both entered the worn down mansion, you were in shock from just about everything. One: You had darted away hand-in-hand with Derrick’s killer. Two: You let Toby lead you to this house without a word. And three: you met many more people that dwelled in the shadows alongside Toby.
The second your feet hit the wood floor, the lights flickered above you both and a sickening screech rang out, making you wince. However, when you opened your eyes, you were met with beady scarlet ones drowning in a sea of jet black. Without thinking, you jumped back, right into Toby’s arms.
“Well look at this,” The blonde man hummed, scanning over every inch of your scared frame,”Toby’s brought a friend home.”
Toby was caging you in, so you physically couldn’t back away as he got closer, the ink dribbling from his eyes threatening to hit you. Before he could do anything, a strong hand gripped onto his shoulder, yanking him back and away from you. You would have felt relieved if the man who saved you didn’t look like an 80’s film slasher.
He wore a white mask, dirtied in that same dark liquid that soaked into your clothes. The guy looked like he wrestled bears for fun. His body engulfed yours and you had to tilt your head up to find his eyes behind the circle slits of his mask.
His voice is deep and sends goosebumps across your skin. It doesn’t help that another man is just behind him, eyes zoning onto you—though you couldn’t see them cause his face was covered by a full ski mask—and you can see the imprint of a hand gun resting in the pouch of his yellow hoodie.
Toby is thrilled to show you off to the men, holding you tightly by your arms.
“Can’t believe you managed to pull it off, Rogers.”
The man in the hoodie nods along and Toby scoffs, the two bickered back and forth, though you were too frozen in fear to listen. It only intensified the more residents you met in this place. Apparently, your next door neighbor was some psycho that went by “Jeff the Killer” and had a permanent smile carved into his skin.
Your discomfort was obvious and Jeff used it against you all the time. Whenever you thought you were alone, he would pop up behind you, causing you to scream. Along with chucking knives next to your head, Jeff lived to see you squirm in fear. Thankfully, he was the only one who enjoyed fucking with you, Ben—who you learned of as the red eye guy after he crawled out Toby’s laptop—was a good runner up, though he likes messing with everyone.
There were only a few people who felt some sort of pity and decided to let you in on the shitshow you were tossed into. Clockwork was abrasive, opinionated, and sarcastic through and through, but she was also willing to tell you why you were chosen by Toby.
“Boss noticed the fucking moron was getting less diligent with his missions and sent him to find something to ‘keep him duitful’. Boss let him pick out a new toy,” She gestured to you who sat right next to her on the couch,” and now he’s in his rightful place.”
Basically you were something Toby could look forward to, a prize of sorts. You wanted to be mad, to slam Toby’s own axe into his face, but in a home full of killers and entities, all you could be was compliant.
After the first few days, Toby’s obsession got worse. He wanted—no, needed to be by your side at all times. Whenever he was in the mansion, he found himself pressed into your side. Alone time was non-existent to him and complaining about it would just make him upset.
That’s another thing you learned; Toby has serious mental issues. Which is a given since he cracked someone’s skull open, but at first he seemed so tender with you.
It was foolish to think he would keep that considerate mask up for any longer.
His first episode happened after Ben got too close. It was obvious from the first day you met that the elf didn’t exactly care for anyone’s rules, so when he saw you cuddled up on the living room couch, hesitance didn’t even cross his mind as he slid over.
One lanky arm wrapped around the back of the couch, resting on your shoulders and he tugged you in.
“So how you holding up roomie?”
Freezing, you weren’t sure how to respond to his closeness. Only inches away, you could feel each thrum of his electric heart, raising the hair along your arms, and you were sure if you got any closer you both would get shocked.
Opening your mouth, you tried to force out a tiny answer, but it was interrupted by a rough, sharp voice from behind.
“Ben. G-get your fucking h-hands off her.”
There was a loud crack and you could only imagine his neck jerk to the side violently—Clockwork told you about his tourettes and how brutal they can be.
“Doesn’t matter, Tics can’t feel any of it.”
Her words made you grimace, gut stirring with worry. It was just your luck a skilled killer who can’t feel pain decided to swoop you, of all people, away.
Ben looked over his shoulder, a lazy grin spreading across his face,”Or what Toby?”
Unease creeped up to your chest and you tried to scurry away, only for the glitch to grip onto you tighter. He turned away, letting Toby see the back of both of your heads.
“Didn’t know you were the jealous type.”
Deja vu hit you as you heard that distinct whistle fly through the air, but there wasn’t that same ripping of skin, it was replaced by an ear-shredding screech, like an old computer was crashing.
Ben’s arm yanked itself away, now gripping onto his shoulder which was oozing black liquid. It should have resembled blood, but considering the fact that Ben’s limbs had tendrils of electricity swirling around them, blood wasn't really what was fueling him.
Scrambling away, you watched a few feet away as they stared each other down. Electricity swarmed the elf and Toby was already darting toward him.
Toby’s hatchets swung around, but Ben glitched in and out of the space. They cursed and shouted, all the while you stood in horror. After a nasty kick to Ben’s leg, sending him onto the floor, you raced up to the stairs.
However, if peace was what you were looking for, you wouldn’t find it anywhere in this house.
Turning, your hand went to shut the door, but a thick boot stopped you. Toby barreled through the open crack, sending you stumbling backward till you hit his bed.
Was it the best idea to run all the way up to Toby’s room? maybe not, but you had no other place to go to, and you thought the man would be busy with trying to chop up his housemate.
“D-do you luh-like him more th-than me?”
His tics were harsher now, a loud pop of his joints echoed in your ears as his limbs jerked around.
The room was dark, a soft glow of light streaming in from the hallway, but even that didn’t help. Toby was engulfed in darkness, only the lenses of his goggles seemed to catch some of the light on top of his head.
His eyes were wide and black goo stained his clothes. You could hear his heavy breathing and you swore he was going to lunge.
“I asked y-you a fuc-fucking question!”
The man emphasized his shout with his hand coming up to the door and—Slam! A rattle shook through the home at the force and your legs felt like jello.
Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t answer. Every response you could have given felt like it would only make him angrier.
Unfortunately for you, Toby didn’t like your silence. In a matter of seconds, Toby had trudged over, his hand coming up to grip your jaw, yanking you closer and you could see the fire raging in his eyes. You had never seen him this angry.
His hold on your face was harsh, enough to make you wince as he dug his fingers in more. Though Toby didn’t really care for how you felt right now, he still needed an answer.
“C-cat got your fucki-ing tongue?” He taunted, walking you both towards the bed so you couldn’t escape anywhere,”Answer me.”
A chill ran down your spine and you stared up at him, lips parting a barely audible whisper came out.
Toby’s jaw clenched and he shook your jaw, making you whine in pain,”Wh-what was th-that?”
Your eyes squeezed shut, expecting him to drive his axe into you next, but instead, you heard a pleasant hum. The hand holding onto you was softer now, still there–still threatening you to slip up–but Toby enjoyed your answer.
“R-right,” Toby had a satisfied smirk on his face,”I-it was all a mi-mix up hu-huh, Doll?”
Relief flooded over you and you immediately nodded.
“You wo-ould never le-leave me for him,” Toby continued to spill out statements, some more absurd than others, but you didn’t want to face the consequences of correcting him.
“I-i’m all you’ll ev-ever need,” His gaze turned more serious and he faced you,”Th-thats what yo-you want, is-isn’t Doll?”
There was a second of hesitance from you. One that gave you enough time to show what you were being offered. Jealousy. Obsession. Anger. However, those factors slipped your mind has Toby’s hand went from your jaw toward your cheek, caressing the apple of it softly.
Toby wasn’t a good person, he killed without reason, and clearly had things wrong with him. There was no saving–no fixing. Toby was a burning fire. Warmth pulled you in, so comforting, but you had already gotten burned. He would do it again, you knew that.
But maybe you were willing to patch up the wounds. No matter how many you got.
“Yes.” Your head moved slowly, giving Toby the exact answer he wanted.
Without wasting a moment, Toby’s lips caught yours, tugging you into a forceful kiss. He groaned into your mouth, one hand now tangling into your hair and the other gliding down your side and resting on your hip.
The faint bitterness of cigarettes hit your mouth, but he was already pulling away before you could assess every taste Toby came with. There was no thinking when it came to Toby and it began to rub off on you. Your mind was clouded by desire as he pushed you onto the bed.
His sheets were engulfed in the smell of musky cologne and rich earth (formulated from the times Toby wouldn’t bother to change after a mission outside). Toby’s hands were already dancing along your skin, impatiently getting to the sleep shorts you wore and he tore them off with ease.
Toby stared down at your panties, heaving up your thighs to get the perfect view of how wet you were. Your arousal created a thick patch of heat on the fabric, making you squirm as Toby’s thumb dragged along it.
They were ripped off quickly and Toby took one of his thick fingers, letting it slide over your dripping lips and gathering the sticky fluids he caused. Not Ben. Not any of the other proxies. Toby did this, made you this wet, and god, was he reeling in it. His thumb pressed into your clit, watching as your face scrunched so cutely. You desperately tried to grind down closer to his hand for more friction, but Toby always loved teasing you.
“Toby…” You whined, gripping onto his arm like a life-line.
‘Ye-yeah Doll?” He hummed, barely paying attention as he moved away from your puffy clit.
You sounded so pretty when you begged. As strong as Toby was, he could never deny you of pleasure for long. So, he didn’t give a warning as he stuffed two fingers into our weeping cunt. You gasped, back arching off the bed.
Toby curled his fingers, staring down at you like you were Greek painting. Every detail about you–how your mouth popped into an ‘o’ shape, your tiny hands grasping onto the sheets, the t-shirt draped on your body that was his–it all made him want you more.
You were so intoxicating and after months of waiting for the perfect moment to strike, he finally had you under him.
Derrick was nothing more than a figment of the past. A forgotten memory that he pushed away with each curl of his fingers. From what Toby had seen, Derrick had never even fingered you, let alone shoved his face between your thighs and given you the love you deserve.
Toby was more than willing to prove that he could ignore his own needs and replace them for yours.
One could argue that outside of the bedroom Toby was a bad boyfriend. Could he be a bit possessive? Sure. Was it concerning that Toby got murderous thoughts for anybody who stepped near you? Not to him.
Toby’s perception of love was disfigured and blurry–covered in screaming matches and black eyes–but that was from what he saw his parents do. He knew he would never become his father, but ‘normal’ wasn’t something Toby could provide.
Primal? Unstable? Those were already a part of him, so of course they would be brought into his relationships.
It all depended on how you responded. Toby was planning on locking you up in his room or the unused basement area if you decided you weren’t going to walk into his arms. Thankfully, you were so deprived of care, he didn’t have to go that far, but it was still a thought in his mind.
If you were kept out of sight, away from the others, then he wouldn’t have to worry about you leaving him. You would be safe and more importantly: All Toby’s.
Toby could decide later, right now he was focused on pulling the loudest moans from you as his cock drove into you.
Legs wrapped around his waist, you cried out with each snap. If the whole house could hear you two, then so be it. Toby wanted them to hear how good he was fucking you. To hear each plop plop plop that came when his hips collided with yours.
It was wet and so filthy. Almost pornographic the way the bed creaked as he pounded away.
Toby hovered over you, whispering things in your ear as he nipped and sucked on your neck.
“J-jesus you’re so–hah, mm-fuck, so ti-tight.”
“O-only I c-can make you–ngh–feel th-his good, baby.”
All you could do was lay there, babbling in agreement, and try not to scream as his hand dipped down and continued to abuse your aching clit.
Each touch sent jolts of electricity along your sweaty body. Your lower gut was tightening and it would only be seconds before you were gushing all over Toby’s cock. Stars dancing along your vision, you were so, so close, then…it all stopped.
A broken moan fell from your lips and you cracked your watery eyes open,”Wh-what?”
Toby leaned up from the curve of your neck, his lips were bruised and covered in a light coating of spit.
Toby’s question made you a bit angry, the answer was obvious as you tried to shift along his twitching cock that was still nestled inside of you. Sadly, Toby held you still, forcing you to keep your attention on his as much as you could.
You were so frustrated and confused, all you wanted was to cum, but Toby wouldn’t allow it till you gave him a response.
“Say y-you want me.” He breathed out, like it had been on the tip of his tongue for years, and he was just now letting it out,”S-say that you l-ove me.”
You opened your mouth, ready to just repeat it so you would get your sweet release, but the words echoed in your head.
Do you love Toby? Would you ever? It was all too much, (especially because you were only trying to get an orgasm here) but why was he dumping this on you now?
Toby stared down at your ever-changing face and jerked his hips slightly. He was close too, but he needed you to say this. The thrust let his fat tip barely kiss along your cervix, ripping a shaky gasp from your lips.
Your head screamed at you to say no, to decline. In the time you had spent with Toby, you still had no clue who he was. You only knew you were some sort of pawn in this big scheme their boss had created.
There were questions you desperately needed answers to, but would Toby even give you that? Were you going to stay in the dark forever? Well, this is what you agreed to wasn’t it? No one forced you to take Toby’s hand, while he had a weapon, he hadn’t threatened you with it once.
This was all your doing. You were the reason you were here and the reason why this was going to be your new home.
If you loved him or loved the fact he ignited your senses like no one could before, you weren't sure which was the right explanation.
However, you were going to find out. It’s not like Toby was going to let you go anytime soon.
Toby went quiet and he looked like you stole the breath from his lungs. Then, a smile spread onto his face and he started to move.
“Y-yeah? You me-mean that?”
His speed grew quicker and your reply was drowned out by moans,”Yes, I–ah fuckk–i mean it.”
Toby’s excitement shot through the roof and he was almost brutal. He kept rambling on, pussy-drunk and each confirmation from you only fueled him.
“T-toby–holy shit i’m gunna,” Your words slurred with each relentless thrust and you found yourself repeating that same phrase,”I love you, yes yes yess!-oh my god,”
‘I love you’s rolled off your tongue with ease and Toby gripped one of your legs, lifting it so your calf rested on his shoulder and he drilled in. Each time he bottomed out–his balls slapping against your dripping folds–he pulled back till his tip barely pushed through and slammed back in.
It was mind numbing in the best possible way and you didn’t have time to register the fact you were cumming till your mouth opened and a scream ripped through your throat. Tears fell from your eyes as your body jerked around. Toby continued to split you in two, not stopping till he had you twitching and dripping with his seed.
Your high came crashing down and now your body was trying to run away from the overstimulating pulse of Toby’s cock still rocking in and out of your. Raspy whines fell from your closed lips and as he looked down, he saw your teary eyes, and that pitiful look in your face.
It all had to do with how good he was making you feel.
That thought sent him over the edge and his hips were stuttering. Whimpers pushed through his open mouth and he doubled over, painting your tight walls with a gush of warm white. Toby’s heart raced and he stayed over your for a minute. His cum seeped out, staining his covers and trailing down his cock.
You are both fighting to catch your breath, but neither of you move. Toby’s legs finally give out and he topples onto your chest. Sweat coats your bodies, but your too delirious to even register the feeling. Instead, your hand reaches up, combing through Toby’s brown stands.
He hums at the touch, snuggling closer, and it’s almost…nice, how calm you both are. Toby isn’t trying to kill anyone and you aren’t going through a traumatic episode. You are both living with the small amount of peace you are given.
Like most good things, they always come to an end.
“Hey! Shut the hell up! Some of us are trying to nap next door and we don’t need high quality sounds of porn to be blasting through the walls!”
Jeff stomps away from Toby’s door, slamming his own as he enters his room again. After a second, you and Toby snicker. Clearly your volume level wasn’t thought of when he was fucking your brains out.
Begrudgingly, Toby pulls out, groaning in unison with you as the warmth is lost. You lay there, eyes fluttering shut and you are about to go to sleep, but Toby taps your thigh. When you peek, he’s hovering over your again, tilting his head like a curious cat.
“C’mon, lets get cleaned off.”
Toby’s lips linger on your forehead and he pulls away, now standing in front of you, one hand stretched out.
Images flash in front of your eyes. Derrick. Blood. The woods. It all started that night when he offered you his hand.
There would be rough days, arguments that would stretch on for far too long, fights about why Toby even enjoyed killing others, it was all too predictable.
But, you already made it this far. Your only choice was to head into the darkness, letting Toby lead you. He was the light after all, as blinding and violent as it was.
Your palm found his and he hauled you up, walking you toward the bathroom.
Toby was obsessed with you, it was clear in all of his actions. Everything he did was to keep you with him, so if one day you decided you didn’t want him anymore, then maybe you just needed to be punished. Trust him, it was going to hurt you a lot worse than it would him.
So, to be on the safe side, just never, ever think about leaving him.
