toxic! toby who meets you at a dingy gas station, pockets full of junk that he’s planning to steal — wishing his pockets were big enough to steal you too
toxic! toby who integrates himself into your life before you can even realise it, who needs friends when you have toby clinging to you always?
toxic! toby who starts slowly, little ‘don’t go out wearing that’ comments and the consistent pleas to just stay home for the night.
toxic! toby who rushes into things too quickly, fucking you on the counter before he even asks you to be his girlfriend
toxic! toby who quickly puts a stop to your social life, he’s all you need isn’t he?
toxic! toby who knows you so believe him when he threatens you, so he tells you he’ll hurt himself instead.
toxic! toby who can spend a whole day mouth in between your legs, lapping at everything you give him.
toxic! toby who says ‘you don’t love me’ more than ‘i love you’
toxic! toby who most definitely has your name scarred all over him, who carves over the healing wound when he thinks it’s too faded.
toxic! toby who resorts to just keeping you in the house, it’s safe like this and this way, you’ll be with him always <3
𖤓 in which: you wish for toby rogers to love you more than anybody else in the world.
OBSESSION ticci toby x reader
tags: mdni, literally just porn barely plot lmao. kinda dubcon? p in v , toby rogers, tobys needy ahh
wc : 2.62k
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Toby Rogers had that strange, unconventional feel that attracted far too many people than he could handle.
His teeth were jagged and gappy in a way that struck an odd sense of childhood nostalgia in anybody that he smiled at, the raised tissue on his cheek that formed a jagged scar peaked the type curiosity that no average person feels often.
He never retouched his hair, it stayed unkept and messy but framed his face perfectly nonetheless. Toby Rogers was that perfect blend of effortless attractiveness and mystery.
Toby Rogers, alongside this, had been your best friend ever since you stumbled paths into the same trashy gas station store and held each others gaze for a beat too long. you felt that toby was perfect. Not in a way that portrayed him as having no flaws, but in a way where he remained a safe,stable constant despite having so many.
in fact, Toby was surrounded by flaws. they took form in the residents of his home, organised group living you assume, for those who’s pay checks can only afford the logged cabin in the woods when combined with a group of god knows how many others. Ben was intriguing, he had that childish glow in his eyes that felt akin to tobys and maybe that’s why you gravitated towards him as your built in ‘best friend’ — bar toby, of course.
On nights where Toby was offloaded with work, you’d often find yourself draped over the sofa with ben. Puddles of smoke swirling around the room and endless fits of laughter that spilt through your thin apartment walls to whichever poor neighbour decided to try and get a reasonable amount of sleep. Tonight was one of those.
ben was blabbering. again, speaking nonsense that fell to deaf ears as you tried to work out what the hell he was talking about. “so it’s like-.” a cloud of lime scented smoke fell from his lips, “like a tree branch. but, but-!” he urged you to hear him out before you could even question him.
“it’s magic.”
that got you, whether it was the buzz from whatever cocktail mixture you had thrown together earlier that night, or the way he whole heartedly believed in himself, you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your throat.
“oh.my.god” you managed to get out, inbetween wheezing. Ben looked offended, like his discovery should,d of been awarded.“no. bro, I’m dead ass right now.”
his dedication was amusing, you’d give him that at least. “buy it yourself then? A magical tree branch that grants every wish you desire, what’s not to love?” sarcasm laced your tongue, yet ben was still in his tin-foil hat mindset.“Nah, no way. i don’t fuck with that stuff, always goes wrong.” you kept yourself from laughing at him once more, knowing full well his knowledge on anything ‘magical’ or spiritual doesn’t go deeper than the endless amounts of cheap horror movies he so loves.
“..did buy one, though,” he finishes, and you practically roll your eyes into the back of your head in spite of his pure gullibility.“for you. obviously.”he slipped out the unfamiliar package and held it towards you. The cardboard was rough underneath your fingers, and an odd mix of deep red, intricate detail and cartoonish faces graced the cover. it was almost prismatic in shape, you waited a beat to open in out of pure lack of knowing how.
when you did, the item it held slips from its container and in between your fingertips. it was beautiful, truly. A thick wooden stick that looked as if it had been carved from inside out, a shiny glow of what you assumed to be resin glazed in a thin film over the smooth willow. “yeah, i’m not doing this.” you chuckled, breaking the silence that filled the small room. you placed it over onto the coffee table perched in front of you and turned to be with a playful glare that called out his stupidity. he sighed dramatically, though didn’t push it and soon forgot about it completely as the game controller landed back beneath his fingertips.
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A few brief hours had passed since ben had left, and you slumped into the cushioned couch, staring. That willow branch, it felt as if it stared back and you couldn’t break your gaze — the way the engraving swirled around itself and somehow held without a structure.
One wish, and one snap of the willow.
it was completely and utterly stupid. There was nothing in this world that you desired, that you couldn’t gain on your own. everything but - toby.
you held your tongue, stopped moving as if stuck in place before you practically lunged until you felt the plasticky resin barrier. you held it for a moment, “i wish that toby rogers loves me more than anybody else in the world.” and snap.
you didn’t really know what to expect, but the lack of immediate action caused a bubble of embarassment to flood in your belly. you blinked, once, twice. nothing. you internally praised yourself from not making that wish whilst ben was there.
in a matter of seconds though, The dim screen of your phone lit up, the contact showing up caused your breath to hitch in your throat. ‘tobes’. you flicked your password in, cringing at how eager you were. ‘can i come over.’ this was normal. no magic or stupid willow branch caused this. toby always came over.
He was at work though — you didn’t really know what toby did exactly, but you did know that it was physical enough for him to leave scratches and bruises that he didn’t realise were there and you knew it certainly wasn’t the type of job that allowed him to just leave halfway through a four day job.
‘yeah, what’s up?’ you answer after losing track of your thoughts for a moment.
no answer, just that simple ‘read’ that appeared underneath the message as soon as you had sent it.
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you didn’t need to wait for long, before you heard a knock on the door. you almost doubted it was toby, it wasn’t that sweet tap against the door like usual but rather a rushed pound that shook the frame. you opened the door despite this, and there he stood.
Toby was the epitome of beauty, in your eyes. he stood, just staring as if waiting to be let in even though he routinely just walks in on his own accord. you step to the side, his gaze follows. “you can come in you know, toby?” in a manner of seconds, if that, he rushes towards you. his hands pull to your cheeks so fast and desperately that, if your thoughts couldn’t possibly process right now, you’d be sure that red marks would form underneath his hands.
“i missed you.” he spoke, the heat of his breath blowing soft against your neck. his hands moved, to your shoulders, to your waist and the back to your face again as if he didn’t know what to do with them. “i-.. i missed you too, toby. are you okay?” the words spilled without too much thought, brain fuzzy and dizzy. he mumbled an incoherent answer into your neck, one hand wrapping tightly around your wrist and you remain trapped between him and the wall.
“i missed you. i missed you-.” he blabbers, curling into you. your knees buck, overwhelmed as you slide down the wall - and toby follows your exact movement as if he’s a part of you, not an individual person but a parasite that needs you so that it can breathe. his lips connect to your neck, sucking deep maroon into the flesh only to soothe them softly with his lips . “toby-! what are you doing?” you can barely speak, toby practically attacking the very area that allows you to speak. “mm. hah- need it.” his answers stay incoherent, just enough words spilling out for you to not push him off.
“tobes this is insane.” you barely whisper, body unsupported by the wall behind you, or the floor beneath you but rather by tobys hold that refuses to let go. his hand snakes up your shirt, almost playing with the hem before the cold of his skin meets yours. “toby-?” you repeat his name, he looks as if in a trance, tracing your body with his eyes. “suh- so pretty.” his hands creep to your waist and time slows, slows so much that you don’t even register that your on the cold wooded floor as toby creeps above you.
he’s looking in your eyes now, that playful gaze that he normally holds had since turned to a look of pure lust. “muh- missed you so much, couldn’t s-stay away.” he mewls, hands wrapping around the plush of your thighs as he pulls you closer. “tobes, are you drunk- or?” your at a loss for words, “what’s up with you?”
you struggle trying to leave his grasp, tobys always been strong but you’ve never been at the reciprocal end. it’s scary. purely terrifying and you look towards him and no longer see the sweet,playful toby you know. he looks crazed, as if he can’t control himself and his neediness is harrowing.
well, you try to convince yourself of that at least, but your body betrays you and tobys hands toy lower down your thighs until a heat pools between them. his voice is mumbled as he kissed the inside of your thighs, spewing a constant stream of ‘i missed yous’ and praises.
he stops, fingers curling to the elastic hem at the top of your sleepshorts. “take ‘m off.” his voice is whiny, tight as he forces himself to not let out the spill of words he wants to. “toby no, you’re drunk or something-?” he rapidly shakes his head, squeezing your nightshorts in between his fingers in what was either an act of begging or one of his endless tics.
“‘m not i promise, pleasepleaseplease” you softly grab hold of his hair as he looks up at you, “i want it. i puh-promise pleaseplease.” you gave up, allowing him to continue pressing kissing to the soft of your thighs as he pulls down the satin shorts. he pushed up onto his knees from the floor, matching you as his jeans pooled around his legs until they lay abandoned on the floor.
A wet pool of lust stained the soft material of your pants, and you could see the bulge in his getting harder as he pressed against you. He rutted against you in an almost animalistic fashion, pre leaking through the cotton and adding to the mess of slick that you had both created. his hands pushed your knees, tightening his grip as his he rocked into you, going through the motions with the barrier of clothes stopping you. He was achingly hard, his tip taught against the fabric and bumping your clit in messy, unrhythmic thrusts.
“yer all p-pretty like this, always here fuh- for me.” he was dazed, eagerly chasing some sort of friction and you wondered at what moment toby decided that he wasn’t just your best friend anymore and he instead needed to take you on any surface he could. babbles left your tongue, not quite moans but more than whimpers.
“toby please. i need it.” you would’ve probably felt shame or cringed at yourself if you could actually force yourself to think straight but frustrated tears blurred your vision, your head was all foggy and you were aching. seconds felt like hours as you watched slide your underwear down to your feet.
he slides a finger into your folds but took it out as soon as he put it in, as if testing. he moaned, like audibly moaned at the feeling of you clenching around his finger. “ ‘s tight. you g- gonna break me.” though it seemed his own words didn’t matter to him, as he pulled down the elastic of his pants and held his fist around his cock. his tip leaked, all puffy and needy. Toby guided himself towards you, sinking deep in a jagged thrust, you let out a sigh you didn’t even know that you were holding. he stayed still for a moment, as if not sure what to do with himself, his head sunk to your collar as he littered kisses against your neck.
“i’d do anything for you.” the way he said it was almost scary, no hesitation in his words — no stammer like usual, just a genuine thought that escaped his head. the stretch was overwhelming, you felt him pulsing each time that you subconsciously gripped around him tighter. finally, he pulled out and immediately sunk straight back into you. “n-needed this. needed y- you.” he grinded foward, still inside , eagerly trying to push further even though he was already up to the hilt. he slipped out, and thrusted again, and again. your brain went so foggy as you clung to the feeling of toby filling you, that you couldn’t even hear the noises that you made — pathetic whimpers, too dumbed out on his dick to even moan properly.
he gripped onto your shirt, using it to snap himself in and out of you. you were so pretty like this, so desperate to chase a high that you didn’t even realise when toby gripped the splintered handle of his hatchet, placing the blade to your throat with just enough pressure for you to realise that it was there. “toby what the- what the fuck!” he didn’t stop, he slammed into you as if it was an opportunity he would never have again. the blade felt cold, it snapped you out of your trance immediately whilst toby remained consumed by it. “muh - my girl.” he cooed, your senses flooded.
“nobody else can hah-.” he groaned as his hips slammed and his tip met the bundle of nerves that kept you pliant enough to let him keep going. “ — have you luh- like this.” another plap as he rutted. “no one can tuh- try, ‘ll cut their f-fucking head off.” toby was scaring you, but he was still toby, he was still nestled deep inside of you and you couldn’t deny that you had spent countless nights thinking of what he’d feel like, and know you knew — pressure formed in your belly at the thought of it.
Toby could kill you right now, he had the means, and some deranged part of you allowed it to contribute to the growing pleasure. “ ‘m gonna- fuck.” you mewled, tobys thumb crept down and circled your clit. “cum fuh- for me, all over me. please.” he sped up, eager to please you more than he was himself. you came hard, gushing over toby as his pace never slipped, fucking you through it. post bliss stopped you from realising when toby finished, until his seed seeped out of you and onto the floor below.
“shit- toby, inside? really?” you panicked, pulling your shorts up and finally taking your sense back. “suh- so what?” he shrugged, still on his knees, beneath you on the cold, now very stained floor. “what do you mean so what.” you paced slightly in the small corridor, ready to b-line to the nearest pharmacy. “i mean so w-what. we can have a buh-baby.” the way he was so proud of himself, so unbothered. god. “your insane.” you practically spat. “i love you m-more than anybody else in the w- world,” you froze, the sticky mess on your floor long forgotten as you tuned in on his wording. the branch sat on the edge of the coffee table, long forgotten.
you really should’ve chosen your words better.
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should i make one for each creep, i loved writing these premise :p
