Mira🧟‍♀️

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ yumeshipping loser

[miraxo06]

Mira, Miri •.˚⚘ Femme4all ⋆࿔ emo femme

19 ୨୧ Virgo ୨୧ Pagan ୨୧ ENFP ୨୧ Any/Pronouns

Artist ⋆˚ Writer ꩜｡Loser

Raging Himejoshi

DA/primary Blog — @pisscrossiant

Writing Blog — @miriunknown

This is my personal blog, I post about my yumeships mostly

Fandoms: Creepypasta, Everymanhybrid

Toby's real girlfriend

Divider credits: @/sweetmelodygraphics

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choso has those sleepy eyes.

hooded, heavy lidded, always looking like he just woke up from the kind of nap that ended with a nice thick blunt.but when they’re fixed on you?

your thick body stretched across his sheets, thighs soft and spread, soft tummy rising with every shaky breath, those sleepy eyes turn hungry.

he doesn’t talk much. never really did. But now?

but now he’s got his face buried between your thighs, nose pressed to your clit, tongue deep and slow and fucking obsessed, and the only sounds in the room are your gasps and the wet, disgusting suck of his mouth as he devours you like it’s instinct.

he doesn’t move fast.

choso eats you like a man starved, not greedy.

focused.

like your pussy is the answer to a question he’s been asking for years.

and the way he groans when you clench is down right filthy, slutty.his eyes flutter shut, lashes brushing your belly as he grinds his face deeper into you, like he wants to drown in your sweetness.

"you’re gonna crush me, baby," he mumbles, voice muffled by your thighs.but he doesn’t sound scared. he sounds hopeful.

you whimper, hips jerking, thighs trembling around his head.

he drags his tongue slow, too slow, right up your slit and then just… stays there. mouth hovering. breath hot. staring up at you with those half lidded eyes like he’s waiting for permission he’s already taken.

"don’t run," he says softly. "you asked for this."

you did. you asked. begged. cried on his lap about how no one ever took their time with you, how guys always skipped the good part.

so now he’s proving a point.

he slides two thick fingers in easy, like your pussy was made to be opened by him and drops a long string of spit on your clit, licks again. deeper. messier. slower.

you moan loud, hand flying to his hair.

"yeah," he groans, voice gravel thick. "don’t fight it. lemme make you come on my tongue."

and when you do, it’s with a loud broken cry, your legs shaking so hard you try to close them but he grips your thighs and pulls you open wider.

“nah,” he rasps, sleepy eyes glowing. gaze locked onto your flushed face.

“i’m not done yet.”

[livingdedgirl06]

His bunny 18+

Ticci Toby x bunny!reader

Warnings/tags: pet play, reader is referred to as bunny, chubby reader, slight humiliation/degradation, fingering, pnv, creampie, praise

"Toby... This is embarrassingg..." You whined, your cheeks hot as he set the fluffy rabbit ears on your head.

You were wearing the prettiest most revealing lingerie he could find online, pink lace panties with a matching bra, if you could really call it a bra, it was so small your breasts spilled out the sides. The panties weren't much better, they were extremely low cut, your ass was on full display as was your rolls.

Matching ruffled garters hugged your thighs and clipped onto your pink and white striped thigh highs with bunny paw prints on the feet keeping them from slipping.

Toby was still fully dressed, hoodie and jeans, his shoes were still on. It felt demeaning, you were wearing a thin ensemble with see-through lace and he was still fully dressed. As much as it was embarrassing and demeaning, your cunt ached as he looked you over like he was going to tear your new set apart any second.

"Awe but y-you look so so cute b-bunny!" He cooed, caressing your cheek softly, the idea came to him randomly, he was your puppy so why couldn't you be his bunny?

He bought the lingerie and bunny ears as soon as the thought popped into his head. And it didn't take much convincing to get you to put on the ensemble he picked out.

The lingerie was cute, it hugged your curves nicely, the pink lace looked heavenly on you. Toby was practically bouncing where he stood as he looked you up and down.

You huffed, not entirely believing him, "sure.. this isn't really flattering..." You mumbled, trying to cover yourself with your hands. Toby frowned stepping forward and pulling your hands away from your body.

He pulled you to the tall mirror that was propped up against your bedroom wall, his hands gripped your waist as he forced you to look at yourself in the mirror.

"S-see how pr-pretty you are baby... Soo prettyy..." He said, kissing your neck making you whine, he smiled against your skin as you squirmed. His hands travelling down to your ass as he continued to kiss up and down your neck, you gasped as he groped you, his hands kneading the soft flesh.

You tried to close your eyes, embarrassment flooding your chest as he made you watch as he groped and kissed you, "Keep your eyes open." He demanded, your eyes shot open at his command. So obedient.

Toby's hands began wandering again, over your hips to your soft stomach. his kisses got more heated, wet opened mouth kisses were being trailed down your neck to your collarbone.

You tried to keep quiet, but damnit Toby knew exactly how to get you going, he knew what he had to do to pull all those beautiful sounds from your lips.

He kept one hand on your stomach, tracing your stretch marks delicately with his fingers, while his other hand traveled lower and lower. His hand dipped below the ruffled waist band of your panties, his fingers grazing your wet heat, a whimper fell from your lips as he dragged his fingers through your slick folds.

Toby hummed against your skin, biting down on your shoulder, you gasped squirming as his fingers began rubbing delicious circles on your clit.

"s' wet fuh-for m-me already..." He hummed, his eyes stared into yours through the mirror, his eyes never leaving your face as it contorted in pleasure as he got you off.

Your hips bucked as he slipped a finger into your cunt, his finger curled pressing the pad of his finger onto your g-spot. Your moans got louder as he added another finger, curling them perfectly making you see stars.

His hand left your stomach and started rubbing slow circles on your clit, as his fingers continued to dip in and out of your dripping cunt. "Toby.. please..." you whined, your face scrunched up in pleasure as he kept on.

"what do y-you want bunny? Use y-your wuh-words..." He cooed, pressing a tender kiss to your temple, his fingers still drilling into your cunt.

Your hand gripped his sleeve, "please... I- want you.. inside .." you mumbled, your face was hot as the words left your lips. Something about this was so humiliating, but that fact turned you on even more.

Toby grinned pulling his fingers out of you with a wet pop as he pulled you to the bed, "you're s-such a pervert." He said, undoing his belt quickly, pushing his pants down in one go leaving him in his Minecraft boxers.

"so easy for me." He teased, his lips met yours in a heated kiss, his teeth bumped against yours as his tongue slipped past your lips. He ran his tongue over your teeth before pulling back, his breath slightly shallow.

"I— I want you— fuck- on all f-fours bunny." His stutters and tics were getting worse the more excited he got, his shoulders jerking every so often, a verbal tic slipping past the filter he tried to keep up. But his eyes never left your figure.

You turned around and climbed onto the bed, your hands and knees dug into the soft comforter as he palmed your ass. He moaned seeing you in this position, all ready just for him, only for his eyes to see.

Toby tried to draw it out every time, he tried to take his time worshipping your curves and rolls with his hands, his lips replacing his hands every so often to kiss or bite down on your skin.

But the way you looked so angelic, so perfect and pretty, dolled up in something he picked out. He couldn't contain himself. His hands flew to his boxers, pushing them down letting his cock out of it's restraints.

He was painfully hard, leaking pre from the tip, he pumped himself slowly as he pushed your panties to the side. He slid his fingers through your slick folds, reveling in the fact he had this effect on you everytime.

You whimpered as his fingers toyed with your cunt, he was just watching as his fingers gathered up your slick. "Toby! Just fuck me already!" You whined, pushing your ass closer to him to accentuate your point.

He giggled at your desperation, "okay okay..." He said, his head whipping to the side violently, his hands reached down to line himself up with your entrance.

Your breath hitched as he slid his head against your folds, gathering as much of your slick as he could before pushing in slowly.

Toby groaned as he slid himself inside you, his head tilting back as he felt your walls clench around him. A moan was punched from your chest as he bottomed out inside you, his hips slamming flush against your ass.

His hips stuttered as he began thrusting, his thrusts were erratic and hard as his hands gripped your hips, his fingers making soft indents into the fat of your hip as he slammed you down on him to meet each thrust of his hips.

Your hands gripped at the sheets, trying to keep yourself up as he slammed hard into you from behind. Toby was a whining babbling mess, you could sort of makeout what he was saying as your own moans got louder.

"fuckk.. you— you're t-taking me s'well b-bunny.." he moaned out, his thrusts not faltering as he chased his own pleasure. You were finding it hard to keep yourself up, with every thrust of his cock into your pussy your body jolted forward, you were on the verge of falling face first into the pillows.

Toby's hand left your hip, his hand coming to the top of your head as he petted your hair, "your e-enjoyin' this uh— um as m-much as m-me right baby?" He asked, smiling down at you as you looked back at him.

Your brows were furrowed as your mouth hung open from the pleasure, your face was flushed as mascara and sweat ran down your face. All you could do was nod as his hips continued to piston into you.

He thrusted into you harder than before, his hand tangled itself in your hair as he pushed your head down into the pillows, your back bending into a delicious arch that made him hit that perfect spot in your pussy.

Your moans got louder as you felt your climax creeping closer, your brain was practically mush at this point, you could barely think as you held onto the pillows for dear life.

Toby's thrusts were getting sloppy and fast, he was slamming into you so hard you're sure you'd have a giant bruise on your thighs and ass come morning.

You could tell the way his babbling got less and less coherent he was close, "fuck buh-baby— you're.. oh... fuck— doing s'good ..." His voice was high as he tried to praise you through his moans, he was trying his best but the way your pussy fluttered around his cock made his brain stall.

Tears fell from your cheeks as he brought his hand to your clit, tracing fast circles on the bundle of nerves, you moaned embarrassingly loud as his hand worked your clit just right.

Your legs shook as you came, pleasure washing over you making you scream out in pleasure. Your release coated his dick, he moaned feeling you flutter around him.

Toby came shortly after you, but his hips didn't stop, he continued to fuck your pussy raw as his cum painted your walls. His hips slammed into you even harder then before, fucking you through your high, he didn't want to stop.

His legs shook, his knees threatening to buckle as he continued. To your relief his thrusts slowed slightly, he was exhausted. Toby's hips stopped completely but his hands still pulled you back onto his aching cock.

His cum as well as yours was pooling out of your hole and onto the mattress, some of it dropped into the hardwood floors. His hands still slammed you down on his cock, his moans louder than before.

"Toby!" You yelped, you needed him to stop even it was for a second, "it's t'much baby..." You moaned, begging him to slow down, you looked back at him to see tears running down his freckled cheeks.

"uh.. 'm sorry bunny.. ah you feel so amazing ..." He breathed out, he was still bouncing you painfully on his cock, your throat was sore from the endless strew of moans and screams he pulled from your lips.

Toby bent over, draping himself over your back as he came again. His knees bent and he would've collapsed onto you fully, if his arm didn't dart out to support himself.

It took him a minute to regain his balance, he pushed off you and the bed standing on his wobbly legs.

You sighed in relief when he pulled out, your pussy red and raw from the abuse. Toby panted, he wanted to just roll onto the bed beside you, but he knew you'd be uncomfortable in this outfit.

He carefully pulled your panties off, being mindful of your sensitive folds, you winced as the wet fabric dragged against your pussy. "S-sorry .." he cooed, apologizing for not being more careful.

He dragged your socks off your thighs, and down your knees so they pooled around your ankles, pulling them off your feet completely he tossed them on the floor. He snapped the buttons on your garters open and set them on the nightstand.

Toby's fingers trailed soothingly up your back to unhook your bra, he unhooked the clasps letting your bra fall off your shoulders and onto the bed. He picked it up and tossed it on the floor, along with your socks.

You turned over and sat up, you tried standing but your legs were wobbly, Toby laughed pushing you back down onto the bed. "W-wait here." He said, leaving to your connected bathroom.

He grabbed a rag, wetting it with warm water making sure to squeeze out the excess. Toby walked back over to you, crouching between your legs he delicately cleaned your thighs with the rag, trying to be as gentle as possible when the rag dipped between your legs.

He stood up, as your thighs clean he began cleaning himself up. The mixture of cum and slick stuck to his skin in a sticky layer, he cringed feeling how tacky it was.

Dragging the cloth along his thighs and lower stomach he cleaned himself as best he could, throwing the rag back into the bathroom he climbed onto the bed.

You laid back with him, he wrapped his arms around you, he hummed now that he was comfortable. "Love you." You muttered, your eyes shutting from exhaustion.

"I- I love you too." Was all you heard as you drifted off to sleep.

This took me forever 😫 There's no where near enough petplay with Toby and I decided to change that

[marisealpuptehehe]

Pls could we have some of the creepypastas and puppy play plsplspls like reader is the puppy and the creepypastas are the owners (specifically ticci Toby and Tim) thank you I'm so sorry any kind is fine but preferably like headcanons or like a fic 😓

𝙾𝙵𝙲𝙲 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈 ♥︎ 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎.

𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 + 𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢 🐶

𝚃𝚠'𝚜: 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠, 𝚖𝚍𝚗𝚒, 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚌𝚞𝚖), 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚜, 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚖𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢, 𝚃𝚒𝚖, 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚜: 𝙱𝚎𝚗

♥︎ 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚢 - 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

- 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜.

- 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍. 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚑, 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎 (𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕- 𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎) 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍/𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

- 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜, 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝.

- 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝙸𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘.

ᗯOOᖴ!!

"-𝙰𝚑! 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎!" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. "𝚃𝚜𝚔, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢. "𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝙸? 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛." 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙, 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝙾𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜...𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢? 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍..." 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. "𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚙." 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. "𝚆-𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚏!" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎.

"𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢?" 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔. "𝙾𝚑 𝚗𝚘, 𝚗𝚘, 𝚗𝚘...𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝙸? 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔." 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎. "𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎. 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝."

♡ 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚒 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 - 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝙴𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

- 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎.

- 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚝, 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍.

- 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚖. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚑. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡. (𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙾𝚁 𝙱𝙾𝚈)

- 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚖, 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

- 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕.

- 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑.

ᗯOOᖴ!!

"𝙼-𝙼𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜...𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞..." 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚊𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢. "𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢...𝙸- 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?! 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔!" 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚌. "𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎...𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎..." 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚝. "𝙼𝚐𝚑𝚏𝚛-! 𝙼𝚗𝚑!" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚏𝚝. 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑. "𝙸-𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎-! 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚈/𝙽!" 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚙. "𝙾𝚑...𝚘𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔...𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚑~...𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎...𝚢-𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍." 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. "...𝚢-𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚗-𝚗𝚘?"

"𝙰𝚛𝚏! 𝙰-𝙰𝚛𝚏𝚏!" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎.

"𝙼-𝙼𝚢- 𝚖𝚑𝚏𝚗- 𝙼𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢-" 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚢. "𝚃-𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎- 𝚑𝚖𝚙𝚏...𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍...𝚐-𝚐-𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎...𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜." 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜, 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

♥︎ 𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 - 𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗 ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉p̸̢̻͓͎̻͙͂͒̋͒̓̃͊̐̔͘͝m̶̥͇͈̣̏͑̿͑̃̈͛̕͠ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓d̴̨̢̤̗̦͚̺̭̤͙̹̃̕ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉p̸̢̻͓͎̻͙͂͒̋͒̓̃͊̐̔͘͝

- 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.

- 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎.

- 𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖? 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙲𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖? 𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙.

- 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚑, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛, 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 (𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚌)

- 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕...

ᗯOOᖴ!!

"𝙿-𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎- 𝚖𝚏𝚙𝚑! 𝙾𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢, 𝚏-𝚏𝚞-𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔!" 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜...𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜? 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗? 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢? 𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝! 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕...𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢? "𝙾𝚑? 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚖? 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍?" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗. "𝙽-𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢- 𝚊𝚑𝚐𝚑𝚏-! 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔~ 𝙸-𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚢!"

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜? 𝙱𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚡. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍- 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝. "𝙽𝚘! 𝙽𝚘, 𝚗𝚘, 𝚗𝚘-! 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚎...𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔~ 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞!" 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜.

ᗯOOᖴ!! 🐶

𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎!! 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 ˃̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣

[livingdedgirl06]

Being in a long distance relationship with Toby, you call him to ramble about work or whatever personal stuff you got going on, all you get from his side is whines and muffled groans as he strokes himself to the sound of your voice.

[xytoose]

just sum submissive hange fanarts

im lowkwy going crazy now.

[sporkdefender]

﹗Be a Dog

HABIT doesn't know how to mind his mouth and gets muzzled.

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𓏲ꪆ 2.9k words | Read on A03 | Masterlist here (It's a WIP so the link(s) may be broken!)

𓏲ꪆ Tags: Dry humping, Muzzles, Very brief mention of necrophilia, HABIT is its own warning, Dominant Reader-Insert, Degradation, No use of Y/N, Reader is Fat-Coded, mostly AFAB reader

𓏲ꪆ I haven't posted like this on Tumblr in so fucking long and needless to say I am high key very embarressed. Sorry for any mistakes!! I gotta relearn everything

HABIT is disgusting. You don’t need to be told that.

He’s fucked you covered in blood, hands unable to keep their tight grip on your hips due to the slick red covering them. He’s masturbated over your sleeping form, leaving you to wake up with a mix of suspicious fluids on your skin and bed sheets. He has some… interesting methods for when you return to him smelling a little too strongly of someone else.

HABIT is, by its nature, an animal.

You’re reminded of that fact every time he’s near. Even if the body he’s in is human, the way he uses it is far from ordinary; he nips. He snarls. He scratches, crawls—all inhuman actions have already been seen by you or a previous playmate.

He thrives on your anger and frustration. He pushes where he shouldn’t. Says things that make your face hot just to see the tightening of your hands. Habit wants you to fight him. He wants to push his dumb rabbit into a corner so she has no option but to claw and bite her way out.

He gets this giddy, warm feeling in his stomach whenever he sees a genuine flicker of fear stumble onto your face as he chokes you out. He loves it when you tense beneath him when he presses his hunting knife to your throat. He gets this sick delight when you pick flight over fawn or fight. He likes it when you play your role as his prey.

To put it straight, seeing you on the verge of tears (or screaming, which only adds gas to an already blazing forest fire) gets him hard. It gets him right.

But it does get to a point.

One could argue it already has, but as Habit glares up from his spot beneath you, you’re reminded that this point is beyond vague and obscured. Time and time again, Habit blurs the already beaten line past all recognition.

And, normally, you let him. You enable his animalistic behaviour. You’d be lying if you said you were immune to Habit’s, well, habits. His mean streak has started to rub off on you.

Now, your learned behaviours are becoming very apparent.

Habit had set itself off again. You’re not sure what caused his rage this time, but he’s been more manic and frenzied than usual for the past half-week. Maybe he fucked up a kill. Maybe you looked at him wrong. Maybe he psyched himself up and couldn’t work himself down. If there’s two things you’ve learned from Habit is that there is seldom an understandable reason for his actions, and that you’re always Habit’s unique expression of frustration.

This time, he’s decided to paint you by his consummation of the fruits of your flesh.

It’s been bite after bite after bite with him. He tends to stay away from your arms and lower legs, but to show for the unpreferred locations are teeth-shaped wounds that bloom along any place he favours. Your inner thighs are sore, bites trailing dangerously close to your cunt. Your stomach is no better, although there are a few gaps in the less fatty parts. You’ve had to give up low-cut tops due to the abundance of puffy-edged wounds lining your chest and breasts.

Above all, your neck and shoulders have gotten it the worst. There is virtually no span of skin that remains healthy—shoulders marred beyond healing without scars, throat tinged with different shades of purple, red, and yellow. You cannot tell, and are frankly too afraid to ask, his reasoning. He growls and gnaws into your flesh, but minutes later, he is purring and making those quick and content clicking noises.

You equate it to him being snappy and unable to take out his full anger.

Habit, however, equates it to something more innate. It’s this compulsion he has from when he’s not in a human body, a vacuum behaviour from instincts that he has no current need for. Self-soothing, almost. He basks in the fresh rush of blood that pours from your neck. The feeling of it coagulating and getting sticky on his skin makes him tingle.

One of his hands always roots firmly in your hair and holds your head to the side and back as the other grabs your wrists tightly. There’s one ever-lasting bite-scarred wound on your neck—Habit’s ‘feeding’ spot. There, Habit feels the heavy, fast-paced beat of your carotid beneath his lips and tongue. Your pulse is beyond strong, thumping heavily against Habit’s fangs as Evan’s heart speeds up to match the tempo of yours.

He always mouths at the point. When he bites, he doesn’t unlatch until he feels your pulse stutter and ebb, body becoming more pliable as your vision turns to static. It was a form of trust, one that you weren’t fond of considering that it was getting insanely hard to hide the marks from co-workers and concerned friends. You’re not sure how much longer you can keep up with this non-stop teething phase.

You need to make Habit come to. You need to force him to behave.

If he wanted to act like a mutt, you were going to treat him like one.

A few years ago, you had an overly reactive dog who had trouble controlling his bite. A muzzle was an absolute necessity when you had to take him into social situations, and as you tilted the wire basket around in your hands, you realised that the solution for your problem had been tucked away in the foyer closet this entire time.

The piece was fairly dusty, but otherwise in great shape. With a quick one-over, you guess that it would fit on Habit. It looked wide enough, and if anything, the straps would be the problem point. Even then, you doubt Habit would care much about a snug fit, and instead assume he would focus all his anger on you.

Which, exactly as you thought, he did.

He spouted some very creative words before reducing to animalistic noises. He caught the meat of your palm alongside a few fingers when you tried to slot the muzzle against his face, and now your blood spots his hair and jawline. A bruise is starting to form on your cheekbone, given lovingly by Habit from when you struggled to tighten the buckles at the back of his head. His squirming and snapping didn’t help at all, but after a fair struggle, you’re able to relish in your work.

You’re slightly sweatier than before and take a seat on the sofa. Smirking to yourself, you look down at him. Habit’s just now shifting up to his knees—no doubt confused and pissed off— and he stays a half-foot away from you. The silver cage catches the dim light of your living room as Habit’s head tilts low, a deep scowl making itself prominent on his features.

The muzzle sits perfectly on him, and although the lower part of his face had been obscured by the nose padding, you couldn't help but think that this is what he was meant to look like.

You lean in, face about an inch away from the extended metal cage over his mouth. Habit’s hair is pushed up in all different directions, gently curling around the black leather straps. The strands are soft, if only a little damp with sweat, as you push the tips of your fingers behind his ears. Habit croons and pushes his head back as you press against the buckles of the muzzle. It’s a teasing action, and as your hands slip away, your nails dig roughly into the sides of his neck, just below where the muzzle rests.

Then, you lean closer, and Habit’s face tightens. Your cheek presses against his slightly obscured one, and you feel his muscles draw up into a snarl as he leans forward into your chest. You press your lips just below his temple before darting your tongue out to lick his salty skin. “You know, I’m starting to think that I’m too nice to you,” you murmur, “I feed you, I house you, I let you fuck me.” Shifting down, you nip at his jawline. It’s shallow, more show than substance. Amateur, no doubt. “And what do I get in return? Mauled?”

Habit tilts forward, “Oh, you think you’re nice?” A soft, breathy laugh escapes him, more a vibration in his throat than a sound. “Nah, you let me stay ‘cause you like the way I make you scream. You like that I bite, you just want it on your own terms.” His breath is light against your skin, accented by the press of cool metal through your shirt. Quietly, you can hear his nails dragging across the wooden floor. When you finally pull away, Habit’s eyes immediately find yours. They’re half-hooded, dark and observant.

You know this look—Habit’s odd calm before he eviscerates something. There’s a hungry appraisal in there too, caught in the way he holds your eyes before darting towards your neck. A predator considering its prey.

Habit’s head lifts alongside the corners of his mouth, curling up into a lazy smirk. Now, instead of looking up at you with a brooding glare, he was looking down the muzzle like a sniper would do. You knew he was sizing you up, and as his hands finally raised from their previous spots, you straightened. “You better keep your hands to yourself,” you hiss, “wouldn’t want those restrained too, hm?”

Instead of sitting back on his heels like you thought he would, Habit leans forward. He’s still beneath you, crouched in an animalistic pose, head tilted slightly. There’s a quiet series of clicks of his tongue against the roof of his mouth. It’s a sound of contemplation, not submission. Habit’s smile widens, barely noticeable in the shadow cast upon his lower face. You don’t miss the way the corners of his eyes crinkle or the small furrow of his brows.

He doesn’t move his hands any higher up and instead turns them to show both sides, as if to say see? I know how to listen. “Might as well do it now. You know where I keep the handcuffs. I can wait,” Habit shrugs, "I got nothin’ but time. You’re the one on a clock, sweetheart.”

You don’t even have to think about it to decide against it. Mostly because you know that as soon as Habit’s out of your line of sight, he’ll rip the muzzle off, paying you back tenfold for his restraint. Habit seems to know that too, and with a small titter, he drops his hands back down to his thighs. “And you put me in this muzzle because, what?” Habit drones, head tilting a tad further. “You don’t want a wolf to bite? Then why have a wolf at all?” He chuckles, “But I know why. You don’t know what you are without me. Just tell me to stop next time, y’know?”

You blink, “You wouldn’t stop if I blew my brains out in the middle of a blowjob.”

Habit snickers huskily, “Yeah, probably, but it doesn’t hurt to say so.”

Rolling your eyes, your hand lifts from its spot on your thigh and laces itself with Habit’s hair, tugging him up onto his knees. You’re a little more even like this, faces almost on the same level, separated by an inch and a wire cage. Habit shifts his jaw, leather straps creaking quietly. The metal part that extends the length of his jawline and connects to the buckles is no doubt digging into his skin, nose padding chafing against the bridge of his nose. Habit murmurs something that you don’t care enough to catch, and instead, you smile sickly.

He hates it when you have that look.

Scooching forward so you now sit on the edge of the sofa, you extend a leg, pressing your shin between his legs. Habit’s eyes narrow as he studies the smug look on your face. You shrug, mimicking his carelessness. “If you wanna be seen as an animal so bad, then I’m gonna treat you like one.”

A grin of his own sprouts on his face, hands lifting from his thighs once more and coming to rest on the plush edge of the leather couch. The urge to lunge forward, to slam you down and tear off the muzzle, is a heady thought in his mind. He remains still, however, knees still pressed into the rug beneath you. “You’re more of an animal than you think you are,” Habit remarks, “did Evan know you were like this? I’m starting to think that you like little ol’ me more than you liked him.”

You fully expected him not to go along with your demands, to fight you in some regard. But Habit keeps his eyes trained on yours, tilting himself so he can properly push his half-hard cock against your leg. He groans when you tug on his hair, hips jutting forward with the dull spike of pain.

It’s moments like these where you really wonder where his depravity starts and personality ends. Half the time, you don’t know if there’s a difference between the two. Habit, in all his fucked-up glory, has undoubtedly done much, much more disgusting and vomit-inducing things compared to humping your leg.

It’s honestly on you for believing he wasn’t a whore.

The denim of his jeans is rough against your bare skin as Habit shuffles forward. His cock is fully pressed up against you like this, his short and shaky breaths highlighting each hump as he gets a little more aggressive. The end of the muzzle gets pushed against your cheek, pants dampening the metal and your skin. It didn’t take him that long to get fully hard, cock now throbbing every time he drags his hips back. His zipper catches on your skin and leaves thin red welts in its path, but as Habit growls against you, you can’t find a want to care about the scratches it’ll leave.

Habit doesn’t blink. He stares at you from the side of your face, fingernails puncturing the couch. He wishes that you could see what he was imagining. He wishes that you could imagine the pop of your ribs cracking beneath his hands, the sounds your throat would make when crushed, the glossy look in your eyes unchanging as he ravages your body for one of the final times.

Groaning loudly, Habit bears his fangs. “I can still taste your blood between my teeth,” he whines, “and when this stupid thing comes off—and it will come off—I’m gonna taste it again.”

You snort, “or I can make you keep that muzzle on.”

Habit hisses, teeth snapping together in want of your pliable flesh between them, “I’ll bash your fucking head in with it, then.”

“All I hear is an empty threat and a needy little bitch,” you spit the words, pushing your leg up in time with his rocks. Habit hisses, hands darting from beside your thighs to gripping your calf. His nails shove themselves into your skin, dull waves of pain spreading from the area. You hum in response and release your death grip from his hair, instead pushing the strands off of his forehead. It does little to stop them from slipping back down into his eyes. “Didn’t I say to keep your hands to yourself?” You scold. Habit snaps his teeth again, muzzle pressing even harder into you.

“Fuck keeping my hands to myself,” his voice overtones, louder and sharper than his other vocal distortions. “You wanted me to be an animal, so I’m being an animal. I’d tear your fucking throat out and eat it if it weren’t for this thing.”

“I’m sure you would,” you hum, wiggling your leg to try and get him to release it. It does nothing but make him moan, his face trying to press itself as close as it can to yours. Habit inhales, shoulders sharply rising as his body tenses. “What would you even do without me?” You tease, “Good luck finding another who will let you do all this shit.”

“It’s about time I get a new rabbit,” he teases, “I think you’ve forgotten that you’re supposed to run from a predator, not to him.” Distantly, Habit hears you tut. “Not even a mutt is this shameful,” you deadpan as Habit’s hips stutter, a loud groan coming from him as he cums. He doesn’t stop humping you until a few seconds after, and when he does, he slumps over into your chest.

Faintly, you can feel his heartbeat against you. One of his hands moved from your leg to your hip, bunching up your shirt and stretching it down as he lowered his head to press his sweaty forehead against your shoulder. He sits back on his haunches and backs away, moving down further to rest his cheek on top of your thigh.

“Have I been forgiven?” Habit asks, palm smoothing over your leg.

“Partially,” you hum.

“Good enough. Take this thing off of me,” he says.

You exhale with a small laugh and pat the top of his head.

“No.”

You’ll throw him outside with that muzzle still on and invite some friends over. He may be able to force your affection back with licks and nudges, but until then, he’ll be shunned like a dog that’s just chewed up your favourite pair of shoes. He’ll beg and sit by your door—front or back or bedroom—and will whine and claw. You’re sure if he had a tail on this body, it’d be tucked between his legs.

If there’s a third thing you’ve learned while dating Habit, it’s that dogs never learn until you force them to.

It was about time you domesticated him, anyway.

𐦍 sporkdefender

[final-girl-understudy]

Fitting Room drabble

Ticci Toby x Reader <400 words

Imagine being in an established relationship with Toby but it’s still somewhat early on so you don’t know how he’ll respond to more domestic errands. You expect him to be the guy that grumbles about taking a long time in the mall while you shop and/or waiting on the bench outside the store while you peruse— but you couldn’t have been more wrong. 

You tell him you’re going out to do some shopping and don’t pressure him to feel the need to come along but he’s just eager to be out with you. He will carry your purse. It’s literally not a big deal. He’ll point things out in the windows that he thinks you’ll look good in. He’ll even try things on that you hand him out of curiosity. 

What surprised you most was when he slipped into the fitting room with you. While he was waiting for you to try on some odds and ends he noticed the clerk was on lunch and the doors touched the floor. Toby cheekily pressed a finger to his lips to urge you to be silent. The fact that you were trying on a dress at the moment made his next plan a little more convenient. 

“I-I think this one is a keeper, b-bu-but wanna give it a test drive?” He says just barely above a whisper in a terribly suggestive tone. It was a really pretty fabric. You liked how it looked draped over his head as he knelt underneath. Your fingers tried to hold onto the walls for strength and curled around the yes, no, maybe, hooks. His breathy chuckle huffed against your cunt as he watched you squirm through half lidded eyes. You had the misfortune of seeing your own lust struck, anxiety ridden face in the mirror. You also had a secondary view of your very dutiful boyfriend and how he diligently ate your pussy. And yes he will taunt and tease you to keep quiet through your orgasm just to stretch it out longer.

“Y-you don’t want to get caught do you?” He smugly asked as he snapped the waist band of your panties against the hug of your hip. 

This was lost deep in my notes app and forgotten about???

[materialprincess01]

⋆˚⋆୨♡ Just One More, Please ♡୧⋆˚⋆

❥ ︎ Pairings: Ticci Toby x fem.ᐟReader

❥ ︎ Warnings: Mention and use of a feminine reader and feminine body parts; although anyone and everyone can read if you ignore those. all characters portrayed in my fanfics are always 18 years old and up .ᐟ .ᐟ Unprotected PnV, dead dove, do not eat (Kind of?), extreme overstimulation, forced multiple orgasms, creampie for days .ᐟ .ᐟ ( with thick, messy loads repeatedly forced deep and pushed back in .ᐟ .ᐟ ), bloodplay / blood kink ? ( Toby bites you .ᐟ .ᐟ ) choking / breathplay ?, cervix-bruising / womb-fucking ( he just wants to make sure it stays in there .ᐟ .ᐟ ), unhinged feral but also pathetic Toby ( he’s whining and growling with every thrust .ᐟ .ᐟ ), dubcon / some cnc? ( he’s sorry, but he just can’t, and won’t stop, fucking you, even if you beg him to .ᐟ .ᐟ ), some Cum play ( ? ), pain play ( you’re so overstimulated .ᐟ .ᐟ Poor you .ᐟ .ᐟ ), loss of bodily control ( you’re so tired, he promises one more — hes a fucking liar ), mind numbing fucking, doggy-style, no mercy at all .ᐟ poor you ᰔ .ᐟ .ᐟ

❥ Synopsis: Poor Toby can’t feel anything anymore… except when your pretty pussy is milking him dry ❤︎ .ᐟ .ᐟ

❥ ︎ Whispers from the author: The dividers belong to @/uzmacchiato , and I have reblogged the other accounts .ᐟ .ᐟ I got the pictures from Pinterest .ᐟ .ᐟ My first ever Creepypasta / Ticci Toby fanfic .ᐟ it has been so so so fun writing this .ᐟ .ᐟ i hope he isn’t too OOC or OOC at all, and I hope you enjoy .ᐟ to my lovelies who are waiting for Chapter four of my “A Heaven Built from Ruin”: it IS still coming, I just want to get the smut PERFECT for you all .ᐟ .ᐟ please pardon any missed mistakes, I edit and write everything on my phone.

❥ ︎ Word count: 1.5k

The bedframe is screaming like it’s being murdered, wood splintering, headboard slamming against the plaster with every savage snap of his hips: BANG—BANG—BANG. Your whole bedroom wall is going to cave in soon. The bed’s already half-broken, and you — fuck, you’re absolutely ruined.

Toby’s scarred, calloused hands are locked around your hips like steel vices, fingers digging so deep into the soft, yielding flesh that a delicious ache blooms instantly under every twitch and jerk of his grip. He yanks you back onto his cock at the exact same time he drives forward, forcing every thick, brutal inch straight through your overstuffed, messy cunt until the head batters your cervix raw and your entire pelvis throbs with a deep, aching fire.

Your face is mashed into your pillowcase that’s soaked with your tears and spit; you can barely breathe, or speak, every desperate gasp tasting of wet fabric and your tears. Your voice has shredded itself raw: high, broken wails fracturing into helpless sobs every single time he bottoms out, splitting you open all over again. And his cum… fuck, it’s everywhere: thick, creamy ropes from load after load that has been forced back out around his pistoning cock, splattering your inner thighs in sticky white streaks. An obscene, frothy mess of his thick cum and your slick coats the base of his shaft, clinging in gooey strands to your swollen, abused pussy lips every time he drags back.

The moment he slams home again it all squelches loudly with a filthy, wet shlk-shlk-shlk-shlk — mixing into a sloppy, pearlescent slime that drips in heavy, swinging strings onto the ruined sheets and smears between your bodies with every loud, meaty thwack of his pelvis against your arse.

Toby is lost to it now, chasing the only thing his dead nerves can still feel: the way your perfect little cunt clamps and ripples and strangles his cock when you come. That bright, violent spark. Better than blood, better than the axe, better than anything. And he’s fucking ravenous.

“T-t-t-take it—f-f-f-fuckin’ TAKE IT—” His voice is a shattered rasp exploding with tics, head snapping sideways so hard his neck cracks like a whip, shoulders jerking violently, “C-c’mon—squeeze—squeezeme—f-f-f-fuck—AGAIN—” He drops his full weight onto your hips, completely hovering over your bowed spine as his mouth latches onto the nape of your neck with teeth first. He bites down viciously, breaking skin, copper flooding hot across his tongue. The pain detonates white-hot through your nerves, but it only makes your cunt clamp harder around him, pleasure spiking so sharp it rips a raw, animal shriek from your throat and sends fresh tears flooding the pillowcase.

“Y-y-yes—there—there—there—” thé sound rips out of him, half growl, half sob, high and wrecked. He doesn’t pull away. He just keeps his teeth sunken deep into your skin while his hips piston faster — short, mean, grinding strokes that stay buried to the hilt, bullying that gooey, tender, ridged spot inside you until your whole body twitches uncontrollably.

The wet sound of your soaked, engorged walls dragging along his cock is deafening. Your legs are shaking so badly they keep collapsing; he just snarls, wrenches them back up with bruising force and fucks you straight back down into the mattress. You’re begging now, voice completely cracked and whiny and pathetic. “T-Toby… baby… c-can’t—s’too much—!”

He whines against your bleeding neck, almost pitiful, hips never slowing for a second. “I—I c-c-can’t—m’s-s-s-sorry—need you t-to—f-f-f-fuck—cum again—pleasepleaseplease—just one more—s-swear on m-my fuckin’ life—”

He’s a fucking liar. A desperate, filthy, twitching liar.

Because the second your body starts seizing again your thighs lock without warning, gummy walls fluttering in helpless, stuttering waves that knock the breath clean out of you. One of his hands flies up, wrapping itself around your throat, thumb and fingers slotting perfectly under your jaw as he closes them around your throat and he yanks you back, forcing your spine to bow painfully towards him. The other snakes underneath, rough fingertips finding your aching, raw clit and rubbing vicious, merciless circles.

His tics are nuclear, head whipping side to side, shoulders seizing, hips stuttering erratically as he feels every single pulse milk him. “F-f-f-fuck—yesYES—squeeze—squeeze—f-f-f-fuckin’ SQUEEZE—”

He slams in, flush to your arse, grinding so hard the bones bruise, and stays there, his cock throbbing, twitching, pumping out whatever’s left while his teeth find your shoulder again. The sting blooms hot, but your toes curl so hard the muscles cramp and a fresh broken cry tears from you. Yet instead of stopping, he starts moving again, slow at first — agonising, deliberate drags out until just the fat head of his pulsing cock stretches your entrance, then punishingly thrusts back in, each one of his thrusts punches another helpless twitch from your body; he’s making sure you feel every ridge, every vein, every fresh gush of cum forced deeper into your ruined cunt.

“S-s-s-sorry,” he gasps against the fresh bite, voice splintering into static and sobs, “can’t fuckin’ stop—need one more—please—give it to me—break for me—f-f-f-fuckin’ BREAK—”

Your scream is smothered into the pillowcase as he loses the last of his mind, his pounding hips turn faster, meaner, and completely unhinged, his teeth sink deeper into your skin, painting his teeth and mouth red with your blood, one hand is crushing your hip, while the sloppy squelches of your overstuffed cunt fills the room like the filthiest soundtrack.

Your next orgasm doesn’t explode, it drags through you in slow, stuttering waves, legs giving out completely, a choked half-sob the only sound you can manage as your back seizes in one long, helpless shudder.

Toby’s teeth rip free from your shoulder, he licks his lips breathlessly for a quick second, letting the metallic taste of your blood coat his tastebuds, and then drops back to the torn skin of your neck like a vicious animal, reopening another bite wound, that was healing, he gave you previously, in one savage clamp. The pain whites out your vision, but your body betrays you instantly, throat cutting off mid-sob as every muscle locks in exhausted, twitching overload.

He then starts rutting like a rabid dog in heat, his hips slamming into the sore skin of your arse like he’s taking his frustration out on you — he probably is —grunting and growling against your bleeding flesh with every single thrust: “Hnn—hnngh—fuck—fuck—!” Low, guttural, feral sounds ripped straight from his chest as he forces every last twitching, sweat-slick pound of his weight onto you. One of his scarred hands, that is still clamped brutally around your hip, yanks your bottom half higher again, keeping your arse tilted up and presented so he can grind deeper, and force every thick inch of his cock into that leaking, needy, greedy cunt and feel it flutter helplessly around him. He’s using you, owning the angle, making sure nothing stops him from chasing that addictive squeeze even as his chest collapses onto your back.

He groans, “C-c-can’t—can’t s-s-stop—m’s-s-s-sorry—need you t-to—f-f-f-fuckin’ milk me—milkme—” The words tumble out in a shattered chant between snarls, spit and blood dripping hot down your shoulder as he ruts harder, shorter and meaner, his pelvis grinding against your arse like he’s trying to fuse himself inside you.

Shlk-shlk-shlk-shlk-shlk. The filthy, sloppy sounds of your wrecked cunt being fucked through another weak, twitching load are downright sinful as thick white ropes bubble out around his cock and smear everywhere, but he doesn’t slow down.

Toby just keeps rutting through it, hips stuttering wildly, teeth locked deep in your neck, breath hitching with every desperate grind: “feels so good—break—f-f-f-fuckin’ break—”

Only when your whole body is limp and trembling beneath him, when your cunt is giving one last exhausted twitch around his cock and you’re sobbing into the pillowcase like you might actually pass out, does something in Toby finally fracture. His hips give one last savage, stuttering grind, his legs buckling, chest collapsing unevenly so one forearm slams down harder beside your head, the other clawing at the sheets for balance — a broken howl tearing out of his throat as another weak spurt of cum pulses deep inside you.

Then: he’s dead weight on you, teeth still sunk into your neck, chest heaving, his cock still buried to the hilt and twitching like it never wants to leave. Even then his thighs keep making tiny, involuntary little rocks forward, breath stuttering hot and ragged against your ruined skin. The tip of his tongue slithers out of his mouth and he gives a slow lick of the pulsing bite mark om your neck, “j-just… o-one… m-m-more..” he exhales heavily, and the hot breath wafts over the sensitive wound, causing you to whimper pathetically, “mm.. s-so.. perfect… so f-f-fuckin’ per-perfect f’me…”

His weight keeps you pinned completely, his chest heavy on your back, your mattress creaks under the combined weight of you both when he moves. His heartbeat slams against your spine like a second, frantic pulse. And in the hazy, shattered silence you realise you aren’t pushing him off. You’re not even tryjng to — well, it’s not like you can anyway, but you’d let him stay buried inside you like this forever if that's what he wanted.

But Toby isn't stopping, not really: he’s just run out of energy, and he’ll be back at it — at you — sooner than you can catch your breath.

Thank you for reading ❤︎ .ᐟ .ᐟ

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[satinbabeeey]

I'm very embarrassed sorry

Puppy play reader and toby and tim headcanons (preferably not with tim and Toby at the same time, like different relationships) 😓

DONT BE EMBARASSED, I absolutely love writing puppy play. So this ended up being more like a snippet than headcanons, I hope that’s ok!

Puppy Play | Tim and Toby

Content and CW (MDNI): Dom!Tim x sub!reader, sub!Toby x Dom!reader, puppy play, leashing, bdsm, anal play (Tim giving), overstimulation (Tim giving), leg humping (Toby giving).

You’ve decided to try something new with your boyfriend, and all you have is a collar, a plug, and a dream.

✮ 𖦹 ᝰ 🩵

Puppy! Toby

It was only fitting. The way Toby will heel and kneel at your feet when he got needy. What granted you the idea was the way he’d sulk against your thigh, face pushed against the fat of your leg like he’s trying to melt into you. His hands were grabbing at every inch he could get. Soft, warm skin.

He already had the muzzle. So you got him the collar and leash to go with it.

“Puh-puh-“ Toby’s drooling all over your knee, your foot slotted between his thighs. “Please.” He’s grinding his hard on against your leg, dragging the slick across your skin. He’s trying to chase his peak.

But he’s obedient. You can tell him to still and he’ll still. But you can’t keep him quiet.

If he stills, he begs— if you tell him to stop, he whimpers.

“Toby, you’re not listening.” You’d have to coo at him like a frightened animal being talked to. Your hand is less soft, tugging at his leash to remind him of his place.

“I thought you said you’d be a good boy.”

“I am! I’m- whistles- I’m trying!”

You’ll have to tug his leash again before his head hangs low. His whimpers have died down for the most part.

You feel a little bad, Tony resembling a kicked puppy. But another part of you reveled in how easily he filled his role.

And that was enough for you to be generous.

So, like the kind master you are, you spread your legs, allowing enough space for his head to fit through.

You like how Toby perks up at the sight of your invitation. If he really were a dog, you just know his tail would be wagging at such a speed.

“Ok,” You reach for the back of his head to unclasp the muzzle. You dont even need to finish your sentence before he’s diving in, proving how much of a good boy he can be.

Master! Tim:

Tim had just about enough of today. Being sent on a wild goose chase, being around a bunch of idiots that supposedly can’t do anything without making things worse.

Maybe he was being too harsh.

Maybe it was the lack of nicotine in his system that was making him pent up.

You knew that look, the kind that said ‘I need some destressing.’ And for some reason, your idea of helping was to make his blood boil even hotter.

You knew how much he liked the collar on you. Nice firm leather with a silver tag dangling from the center. ‘Tim’s’ engrained into the stainless steel.

It was a gag gift Brian had gifted him. “Got yourself a nice little bitch, huh?” He would’ve gotten socked for that right there if he wasn’t right. You were obedient and submissive enough, but behind closed doors you acted all tough and mighty.

A brat really.

Giving him lip, all while teasing him like he already wasn’t ready to pin you down and use you for stress relief. But he’s got you where he wants you now.

“Sorry…” Your voice is so meek and shaky after your third orgasm.

You’re both in the comfort of your home, your room. Your sheets soaked, the smell of your sex mixing with nicotine. Tim finally got himself a new box to go through, already puffing out a good long smoke.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed with his shirt off and pants undone. His cock hard and red, despite already stuffing your back hole with his load.

Now, he’s just making sure none of it leaks out, using the plug you keep in your secret little drawer.

“You’re sorry now?” He quips, his hand giving the plug a push when it threatens to pop out. Your ass is clenched and red from the spankings he just gave you for thinking it’d be cute to annoy him more than his peers already had.

But you are cute. You’re lucky you’re cute, tears in your eyes building with that little trembling pout on your lips.

Tim sucks in his cigarette, letting it sit at the back of his throat for a moment before breathing it out.

His hand moves to one of your red cheeks, slowly soothing it. “Yeah, well consider yourself forgiven, pup.”

[weeping-statues]

Hiii could you do a quick fic of Ticci Toby x fem reader who cries during the deed? *cough Ethel Cain presence cough*

Kiss my tears away!

A/N; First Toby request I’m so happy OFC SUGAR I WILL <33

Warnings; Smut, MDI, f! receiving, fluff; Toby cares a lot, <3

“The first time your with Toby he’d ask to go down on you, he craves it, been thinking about it every time he lays between your legs, nose nuzzling into your thigh as he waits for you to tell him you need him.”

He’s devouring you like a man starved, he licks devoted stripes from your hole to your sensitive bud with delicious pressure.

He knows you’re close, he can feel you clenching around his tongue each time he plunges in for a taste. And suddenly the hand in his hair that he could barely feel the pressure of is being gripped tight enough for him to groan, your hips moving to grind against his face and that’s when he picks up the sounds of sniffling.

He looks up quickly seeing fat tears rolling down your face, moans and whimpers slipping out so desperately as you use him.

He’s scared you’re upset but he also doesn’t know if you want him to stop. Toby would gently grab your hand from his hair and pull away, keeping a thumb on your leaking hole drawing small circles to keep you stimulated but not overwhelmed.

His neck snaps as he tries to get out in his panic, “A-Are you okay, b-babe? I, I-I didn’t hurt you, d-did I?” The hand holding yours tightens with a hard grip.

He’s so sweet about it, taking your pleasure and making it his top priority. You shake your head, “No, tobes it feels so good, you make me feel so good, please don’t stop. Want it, need you.”

He’ll reach up to kiss your tears gently, licking his lips after, tasting the saltiness mixing with your wetness before dropping back down and finishing what you both started.

Toby takes insane pride in making you cry during sex, cause it means you feel so good because of him that he sometimes finishes too early at the thought.

His favorite positions are missionary or anything he can see your face in. He also likes mating press, cause he can reach deeper, make you feel him all the way in your stomach, and because he can just lean over to kiss you.

But when you cry outside of sex, Toby feels so guilty that he gets half hard, and beats himself up about it while he try’s to comfort you best he can.

Toby means well, most of what he does is for you anyways, he’s sure you’ll understand. <3

Toby come home the kids miss you..

If this wasn’t what you wanted feel free to tell me! I’ll write sumthin else <3

[miraxo06]

Toby and Jeff practice color + sketches

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[acexsmhking]

Okay hear me out. Ticci toby x chubby reader (AFAB) because you said in the pregnancy hcs that he liked the weight gain..

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Toby x Chubby!Reader

Note: YES YES YES YES. PLS GUYS ASK FOR MY CHUBBY CONTENT I BEG, remember that you can of course always ask for other things but my account I do right with more POC! and Chubby! readers in mind!

Warning(s): 18+ content, sexual content, mentions of cannibalism

No no no… y’all don’t understand. Tobias LOVES thicker people

Yes it is a romantical attraction but.. I can promise you that he also thinks about eating you sometimes. His biting with you WORSEN… HORRIFICALLY.

He is biting your stomach, arms and thighs whenever he sees a window of opportunity. He is ADDICTED to how it feels. He tries to be mindful of your space and potential insecurities.. but this is Tobias.. he has a tendency to do his OWN thing when HE wants.

And when I tell you he has his mittens on you 24/7 whenever he’s home. I mean it. Hands on your hips, squeezing and massaging them. Forcing your ass against him even when you’re doing mundane things like washing dishes or cooking a meal.

Face in your neck, cock hardening as he subconsciously grinding against you. Practically growing into a feverish humping, causing a whine to leave your lips and you try pushing him away to focus on the task at hand.

Of course, he doesn’t listen, not wholly. His teeth already digging into the fat of your neck, ensuring to keep you close against him. A clear warning, and you knew better than to disobey

God and the cuddling, it’s horrible. He’s firmly holding one of your tits with his other arm holding the chub on your belly. Now, you might think this is reason to perhaps feel insecure? That those voices in your head might start going off. Ney my good fellow… when Tobias’s hand are on your stomach??

Your biggest concern are surprise tickle attacks. And Toby is NOT a fun tickler. He tickles you for HIS enjoyment. Which means sometimes he can go for a bit too long til the point it hurts.

God but when you wear something form fitting? Especially a dress… he practically yanks it off like unwrapping a Christmas present.

Now.. since sometimes looking at you can make him.. hungry. The salvia can get worse, he’ll literally be drooling over you. Loves folding you just to see those pretty, delicious, rolls on you.

“Mein L-lamm, du siehst so süß aus.” Giggling to himself, hands under your knees pressing your legs to your head. Cock buried in your warm cunt, slobber dripping creating a mess on your abdomen and chest.

Absolutely adores eating you out, when you’ve got that soft meaty flesh on your thighs? Loves it 100x more. All sorts of kiss, bite and hickey marks on your legs. Covered in spit, inner thigh covered in a bit of your cum.

And as Toby is, always so mean about it. Teasing you, playing with you. “What’s wrong whore? Can’t take anymore? Oh, aber du wirst nehmen, was auch immer ich dir gebe.” Chapped lips wrapping around your clit and giving you a hard suck, finger curling at that perfect spot in your cunt.

Not even to mention how much he loves having you in his lap. Toby is still strong, and he’s bigger than a lot of people think. However, physical having you on him, weighing him down. It is so reassuring. He knows where you are, that you’re safe and right next to him.

He loves laying on you too, directly on top of you. And trust me.. 165 lbs might not seem heavy until it’s nothing but muscle that’s deadweight on top of you.

Yeah you start feeling to air leaving your lungs. “My dear.. I need you up for a minute!” Hands patting his back, wiggling under him. “No, I think I’ll ju-uh-st crawl inside you instead.” Trust.. he would if he could.

THE ASS SMACKING. Doesn’t matter how much or how little you have back there. Toby simply just smacks ass. Smack his back and he’ll just blush and giggles. He doesn’t work so hard to look good for you for no reason!!

Loves how insecure you get. You can think whatever you want in your head but he loves the reality that he’s still able to chase you, pin you down and do whatever he wants. No matter what, just remember who and what he is.

You know the saying you gain weight from love?? Yeah that’s 100% true with Toby. He loves feeding you. Tobias himself loves eating, loves chewing. And loves tearing things apart. So of course, what better way to bond than sharing hobbies!

He’ll bring you all sorts of fruits, vegetables, meats, pastas and yummy desserts. Just remember to watch him, Tobias can’t feel how full he gets so just make sure he doesn’t overeat. He will throw up and the acid can be a bit irritating to his gnash

Of course, while Tobias does love chub. He always monitors your health. He makes sure you never become overweight, in subtle ways though. He’ll take you for walks, showing you cute and beautiful places. Do cute couple workouts (ok yeah that one is more of a self indulgence he just likes you around 24/7).

Toby loves his little Lamm to be however they are though. He isn’t one to body shame (he does just not you because other people are simply ugly and you are the most perfectest perfect to ever be)

: ̗̀➛ Sorry this took me so long to get out. My cycle is genuinely kicking my ass this time around. But I promise I have content in the works, just bear with me, my loves <3. — Ace

[kodaswrld]

Hi! So happy I found your blog

Would you be able to make y2k MySpace glitter graphics dividers? :)))

Don’t know if you can make them animated but either way would love it!

hii ~ i sadly can’t do animated but hopefully what i did make works for you!!

[blue-ring-oganesson]

Is there an official name for a smell kink? like a musk kink or something? Anyway Toby has it. Loveeeeeesss when you get home from a rough day at work, if you feel kinda sticky from running around the woods all day then trust you'll be getting it GOODDD that night. He's lowkey the typa guy to start sniffing you randomly. It's cute when it's him burying his nose in your hair while your cuddling, but when he starts huffing n puffing while he's eating you out.... Idk, maybe you're into it. I know i am! #SHAMELESS💙

Like, fully nose-to-clit, inhaling like his life depends on it type of shenanigans. Ts is so serious to him. If he doesn't get his daily dose of straight cat he WILL die. Also, don't try and tell me that boy's neurotypical. There's something going on there, he's definitely got sensory issues. Freaks out when he smells the wrong air freshener because it's too strong for him, but would gladly just lay on top of you and sniff you till the cows come home. Okay buddy. Whatever you say.

Does NAWT understand why you insist on showering so much, he can't sweat 'cause of his CIPA so he has no idea how gross it feels. All he knows is that the evil devil machine keeps making you smell like strawberries or vanilla or something. Gross! Waiter one cup of sweat pls!!!!

(That sounded so disgusting oh my god. Toby just order a glass of nut like a regular person what the hell)

Dw if ur not into it, he'll only cry a lot. You don't have to be on his freakuency all the time. He'll just sniff your panties when you're not looking, he can live with that ♡

Tobias 'Home in three days, Don't wash' Rodgers.

[keynes00]

Nina ₍^. .^₎⟆

shes so cute and adorable, I drew her for an art trade but look at herrrr awwwww!!! literally holding my heart <3

[miraxo06]

Okay I'm trying to find this post about Jeff it was where he was like fucking you with the handle of his knife and he was holding it by the blade and he was getting cut up and he was getting of on the pain. Insane thing to ask but I'm actually asking for a friend I told her about it and she wants the link but I can't find it.