~She\Her - 22 - Writer~
Currently writing sfw/nsfw of my favorite characters. This blog has heavy and dark themes along with spicy writings, so mdni.
Open for requests for any character listed in my pinned post!
Requests are currently open! Send me an Ask! I accept both sfw and Nsfw requests. I prefer to write longer fics (about 1k minimum) but I'll also try my hand at headcannons as well. I will write about dark themes and most kinks. All nsfw x readers will be written as afab and all requests will be written with she/her pronouns unless requested otherwise.
Knock yourself out, and have fun!
Creepypasta/Marble Hornets
Eyeless Jack
Jeff the Killer
BEN Drowned
Hoodie/Brian
Masky/Tim
Ticci Toby
Laughing Jack
Clockwork
Honestly any character, if I don't list it here let me know and I'll do my research and if I enjoy the character I'll definitely write for them!
I apologize for my disappearance, being an adult with big girl responsibilities sucks. Anyway, I’m currently working on the requests I’ve gotten so far. I love all of you <3 I’m hoping to get all of them out this weekend so hang tight!
Also, I’ve come back to find that I’ve gained quite the number of people reading my stuff now, I wasn’t really expecting all that... so in lieu of new followers I’d like to do something. Maybe send in some of your own headcanons and I’ll react to them or some questions in the meantime while I’m trying to catch up. I’m pretty open to anything, I just wanna interact with all you lovely people!!
Also, I made a writing blog solely dedicated to writing x readers and headcanons for the call of duty guys, so if you’re into that head on over, I’d really like some requests to get that one in motion! Its @ilovefakemilitarymen
What kind of nicknames/ pet names do you think Toby and EJ would give their s/o? Would there be a mix of sfw and nsfw?
I freaking LOVED your Toby x reader oneshot btw! The dynamic between Toby and Y/n was a really interesting one I haven't seen before!
Pet Names~
A/N: Thank you!!!~ I'm so glad you enjoyed it. We all know you gotta be a little fucked up to be with them so I figured I'd run with it.
This one is fairly short, but I hope you enjoy it!
CW: Name calling, Idk if this counts as NSFW honestly, but just in case, MDNI!
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-=Toby Rogers=-
This man is absolutely deranged and even in the most tame of times he will call you a slut. Don't try to change my mind...
Will also call you bitch but lovingly once he gets comfortable in the relationship.
Honestly, with the type of sense of humor he has, he will call you any other insult as a pet name and I hope you have a degrading kink cause you're gonna need it to keep up with him.
Definitely says it playfully, but it is a little confusing at first.
If he's in a really good mood he'll add 'my' before hand.
So, 'My Slut' instead of just in general.
-=Eyeless Jack=-
He's a little fucked up, but in the 'he can smell most if not all of your emotions and he definitely changes up whether or not he uses pet names accordingly' kind of way.
You're pissed? It's automatically going into the the Sweetheart, Love, and Baby category and he's trying to cheer you up at record speeds.
Otherwise, I don't feel like he's the pet name/nickname type.
He seems like the type to use your full government first name honestly.
Unless it's during sex, and then, that's when all his little pet names come out and he pulls out all of the stops.
It's Baby this, Slut that, and he likes to mix up the degrading and praise.
Hi! I loved the Toby headcanons you wrote! Can we please get a yandere nsfw Ticci Toby x reader?
~Possession~
Yandere!Ticci Toby/Toby Rogers x SlightlyDeranged!Reader (Smut)
Requests are currently open!
MDNI!
My first request! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I had a lot of fun writing them and I can't wait to get some time to write for some more Pastas! I got some good ideas up my sleeve.
Also I made the reader super into the fact that Toby fucks up anybody that even gets near his s/o, so if you were thinking of a more innocent/scared reader just send me another ask but but honestly anybody that gets with Toby better be into that because he's gonna burn cities for his s/o.
I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I did writing it!
WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Murder, Public Sex.
Let me know if I should add anything to the warnings! I try my best to add what I think is necessary but sometimes I can't tell when something should be included.
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His hand was on your thigh, squeezing the flesh there and it was enough to make your heart drop for the poor man that had taken up residence next to you at the bar. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into. He didn’t know that the small touch that still lingered on your thigh would be his one way ticket to an early demise.
He didn’t know that the other man beside you practically owned you at this point, and he surely didn’t know that you took some sick, demented enjoyment out of watching the way he gets when he’s jealous. It’s lethal.
“Won’t you come home with me, darling?” The words are slurred, barely even there when he leans towards your ear.
You can practically feel Toby stiffen beside you, radiating anger in such a way that it seeps into your clothes and fuses into your bones leaving a sweet, delicious ache in the pit of your stomach. He’s a good fuck normally, but the switch that flips when he gets jealous is unlike anything you’ve ever seen.
“I suggest you take your hand off me,” Your eyes finally meet his, a coy smile playing at your lips, “If you want to make it through the night, that is.”
Your hand moves to push the man’s off your thigh, but he keeps your flesh in a vice-grip as he speaks, “Feisty, I love that in a woman.”
You can’t help the small giggle that pulls its way out of your throat as you feel Toby finally move. You don’t know how he’s held back for this long. You know the jealousy is burning in him, and his eyes are on the two of you. You don’t even have to look over at him to know it. Toby’s own hand finally shoots out and in one swift motion, grabs the man's fingers and twists, pushing them towards him and you hear the sickly snap before you see the way his fingers are now bent, definitely broken.
He might have a chance if he stops now, but now you have anger on both sides of you, and you just know it won’t end here. You know Toby has no reason to hold back, and he won’t. He doesn’t know how. Not anymore.
“Fuckin’ bitch.” The man pushes out of his seat, moving towards the man that just snapped his fingers.
The bar stool scratches heavily against the wood floor as Toby finally stands, gripping onto the man's collar and practically dragging him out of the dingy dive bar. They’re out of the door before you can even stand, and you take a moment to fish an almost empty pack of cigarettes out of your pocket, pulling one out and lighting it before reaching for the money you kept in the back pocket of your jeans.
It’s at least a hundred but you don’t count it before throwing it down. Call it payment for damages for when someone finally finds that sour fucker’s body the next morning.
You pull a drag from your cigarette as you move to get up, your own bar stool screeching into the air and you finally allow yourself to look to the only duo that rests in the corner of the bar and giving them a small smile. Their eyes pull quickly away from yours and you finally make your way outside into the just as disgusting night air that surrounds the establishment.
You can hear him before you see him. The labored grunts of him most likely already crushing the man’s head in is just around the corner, leading into the dark alleyway, and the fact that you can only hear Toby is a sure sign that he’s almost done with the man. His life’s probably gone, but Toby has so much anger stored in his body from that interaction that he might be there for a moment before he feels like he’s finally finished with him.
The scene you walk into is much worse than you expected, and some part of you is glad that it’s dark. The wall behind them is a disgusting inky color that you can only guess is blood. Some broken bones, arms contorted in a way that makes your stomach turn, even after getting comfortable with seeing what kind of aftermath Toby can leave behind, it’s a little bit much.
Toby has his hands splayed onto the brick of the wall, holding himself stable as his foot sinks another kick into the limp leftovers of the man on the ground. Once you finally make it closer to him you can hear him whispering, voice coming out in a low growl that sets your skin on fire.
Mine, she’s mine.
You let your hands rest on his back, pushing to wrap around him, hands coming to rest just under his shirt on his bare stomach. You let your thumbs toy at the waistband before gripping onto it, and it usually serves to pull Toby back to the real world. Tugging him out of his thoughts proves to be a little harder tonight, but his hand comes to rest on one of yours before he lets the man have one more kick before pushing himself off of the wall and turning his face towards you.
It’s splattered with dark red, and if you hadn’t known him, you would think it was his own, but you know the man doesn’t have a single scratch on him. You pull your hand from his waistband to tug the cigarette out of your mouth after taking a long draw, moving it to Toby’s mouth and pressing the butt of it to his lips. He pulls his own draw off of it before you toss it to the ground, not worrying about stomping it out. You wouldn’t have time even if you had wanted to.
Toby’s lips crash hard against your own after he exhales the smoke, and you drink him in like you’ve been thirsting your whole life and he’s the water you’ve fought so hard to finally reach. Your teeth hit his in the mess of a kiss, and you’re sure he’s drawn blood when he finally bites at your bottom lip.
“You’re fucking mine.” His voice comes out with a growl of arousal and over-exhaustion, and it only serves to push you closer to the brink and his hands aren’t even on you yet. His usual stutter is nowhere to be found, lost in the clouded haze of anger and post-murder. His mind’s only on one thing and it’s you. All of it is you.
“All yours.”
You can barely get the words out before he’s pushing and pulling, pressing your back hard against the other side of the alleyway and his mouth finds its way to your throat. He bites hard, no doubt leaving a bruise already forming. You can feel him all around you, hands all over your body, pulling at your clothes and undoing the button on your jeans. He pushes them down quickly, and the way the night air presses heavily into your form is the only thing to remind you that you’re still outside.
Anybody could see you, anybody could see what he’s done, and anybody can see the mess he’s about to make of you. It sends a delicious chill up your spine. His lips press against yours once more before he’s pulling away and pressing your face into the brick of the building, no doubt scratching you up a bit, but it’s worth it. It’ll all be worth it as long as he takes you right here. You’re far enough in the dark that as long as nobody follows the sounds pouring from your mouth then you’ll be just fine.
His mouth lands on your shoulder and even through the fabric, the weight of his bite tears a shriek out of you. “Keep making those sounds for me.” His voice filters into your ears, and you can’t help but push back into him. The thin fabric of your panties does little to keep the denim of his jeans from rubbing you deliciously, and you can feel every inch of him through his jeans. You’re practically drooling at this point and he knows it.
“You’re fucking sick, y’know that?” He speaks before he presses a smaller bite into your earlobe and his hand finally pulls your panties down to meet where your jeans rest at the bottom of your thighs. “You do this on purpose, don’t you?” His scarred fingers finally press against your slit, pushing just enough to feel how wet you are, but not giving you what you wanted just yet.
You can only nod, words not able to form in the knot he has tied in your throat.
“You get off on me killing for you,” He laughs then, absolutely deranged, exactly how you like him. “You’re- You’re just like me.”
His fingers finally circle your clit, pulling some of the pent-up arousal out of you in the form of a moan and the words finally slip out of you, “Jus’ like you, Toby, Fuck.” You huff as his fingers work you, pulling you closer to your edge and you can feel him trying to undo his pants with one hand and your mouth waters at the thought of him finally filling you up.
“You love me?” He asks, he always asks and you always answer.
“Only you, Toby.”
He leaves another bite on your shoulder as he pulls himself out of his pants, resting against your ass and never slowing his hand on your cunt as he says his next words, “Then cum for me, baby.” It comes out as a whine, begging, delicious, and twisting your insides.
It pushes you so close, almost to the edge. As he finally slips into you, you tumble, falling over the edge as his hips finally snap into you. He fucks you through it, as words fall out of your mouth in an incoherent mess and you can only hear him chuckle behind you. You can only feel his hands on you as he finally pulls off of your sensitive clit to grip heavily onto your hips. All you can do is brace yourself as he fucks into you, chasing his own high.
His grunts fill the Alley, and the way he growls sets you on fire as your body tries to come down from its high. He doesn’t let it though, cock pressing hard into your sweet spot with each thrust. His hips hit against you with a bruising weight as he fills you to the brim with every bit of him, every inch stretches you out deliciously. You can feel it coming again, can feel the tight coil in your abdomen get worse with every thrust.
He finally snaps his hips and keeps them pressed against you and him cumming inside of you pulls you over the edge for a second time like a noose tied around a rock and your neck and he just threw it into the ocean.
You both come undone and your cunt milks him for everything he’s worth. His growls fill the air around you as he ruts against you, thrusting another time before he pulls out of you. Your mixed fluids leak out the smallest bit before he’s pulling your clothes up and buttoning your jeans for you. He lands a light smack to your ass before he’s finally fixing himself and his hand finds purchase in your hair to finally pull you off the wall and into him.
His thumb presses heavily into your cheek, smearing the blood from the scratches the dirty brick gave you before he presses it into his tongue. He’s fucking deranged, but you’d be lying through your teeth if you didn’t admit you were just as fucked up as he was.
Ticci Toby Ver./ Kinks, Fetishes, and other Head-canons
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A/N: Starting a small series to kick off the blog. Currently taking requests, so drop a name and I'll tell you what kind of lover I think they are.
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NSFW under the cut! MDNI!
Toby is definitely an undercover pervert, and you'd never know the amount of times he sneaks a peek at you any chance he gets. He adores stalking any social media you have, saving your pictures to any device he can get his hands on even before you make anything official with him. Loves taking pictures of you when you're not paying any attention for material for later.
Sneaks into your room and steals anything that smells like you. At first it threw you off, but being the sick individual that you are, it started to intrigue you when some of your things wound up missing and for awhile you couldn't figure out why some of your favorite underwear wound up missing.
That is until you finally got with Toby for the first time and found a pair under his pillow.
This man loves to stare.
Even before you started your relationship with him.
You bend to get something and his eyes are glued onto your ass until you raise back up. You notice that he does it after some time, even going as far as wearing low-cut shirt and leaning into him just to get his eyes on you and watch the way he drinks you in.
It's intoxicating, you can feel his eyes burning through you anytime you're in the same room together, it's one of the things that drew you to him in the first place.
He's a very touchy lover, despite probably not being a big fan of touch from anybody else, but he just can't get enough. Expect to be groped and have his hands on you at any point in time.
He was taken in as a proxy super young, so the sheer pent up sexual aggression he has is unmatched after not having a chance in his youth with other women. You'd never know that until you got in the sheets with him though.
He adores the way your face turns a pretty red when he wraps his hands around your throat mid-fuck.
Toby has no knowledge of pain and sometimes can't gauge it on someone else so he definitely needs someone that can handle a beating in bed. You'll be left with bruising and scratches for weeks.
Loves biting and nibbling on you to hear any sound that comes from you due to it. It just drives him on until you're a bruised up mess under him.
A sadistic lover as well, loves watching you cry from it all being too much. Too much pain as well as too much pleasure at the same time can be a combo that absolutely tears you apart but he just knows if you didn't like it you wouldn't keep coming back to him for more.
The more confident he gets the less his stutter comes out, You can't convince me otherwise. It was very prominent early on in your relationship, lacing its way into almost every sentence, but as he gets more comfortable and knowing that you're not there as some sick joke, it still comes but he can form his sentences a little better.
Which also means that when his ego spikes from having you as a writhing mess under him, his mouth is absolutely dripping with seductive tease. It's like a switch flips inside of him, throwing you for a loop when he whispers the most vile things into your ear while he's balls deep.
Loves to call you his, going as far to whisper "Mine" in your ear when in close proximity to him. Calls you some of the best pet names around every one around you because he wants everyone to know what's his.
Loves when you show the bruises he gave you, prefers when you don't try to cover them up. Going as far as trying to wipe off the concealer on your throat that covers up the most recent one that he gave you when you do attempt to cover them up.
And if anyone else so much as thinks to lay a hand on you, he already has their hand in a vice grip, and then he fucks you later to solidify that you belong to him.
Toby is possessive as hell, and once you're finally his you're not getting out of it alive.
A/N: Not really good at warnings, so if I left anything out that you think needs to be listed let me know and I'll add it. Not edited because I wanted to get something out before work. Will definitely go back and fix errors a little later!
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There’s a chill in the air, burning your lungs with every heavy stride that carries you further and further into the deep forest. The buzzing of insects and occasional branches snapped by the wildlife observing your form has gone silent in favor of your heavy heart pounding in your ears.
You know he’s just around the corner, waiting, watching you struggle as the sweat slips across your forehead and for only a moment, part of you wants to stop and allow his hands to take hold of you. You want this game of cat and mouse to end. Your feet are heavy and your motions become exhausted after minutes of sprinting through the forest.
The longer you run, the worse it will be for you.
Somewhere, within the burn that spread across your skin, a heavy feeling settles in your core. Whether it was the fear of the chase or the adrenaline or arousal that this man laces into your bones when he decides to play games with you like this.
You knew him; knew he had a sick interest in watching you run away from him and pressing you into the earth after he catches you, watching you writhe and fight with him. It’s not uncommon for him to pull the car over on long drives when there’s long stretches of nothing but trees, grabbing your face in his hands before he all but pushes you out of the passenger seat.
“You’ll be a good brat for me, won’t you?” The grip he has on your cheeks is only heightened by the leather of his gloves. You can only nod at him, all words leaving your throat as a mix between excitement and longing and fear bubbles and presses a knot into your throat. “Now get the fuck out.”
You can barely see the smirk on his face as he pulls the balaclava over his head and then raises his hood. The car shuts off leaving you in darkness, and you know it’s your turn to hold up your part of the sick game he was oh so in love with and take off into the forest.
He was sick, demented, disgusting, and any other vile word you can think of, but you get off on the run as much as he does for the chase, so what does that make you? Just as twisted as he is.
Your footsteps are loud enough that you know he can hear you. He can hear you panting, dragging in as much air as your scorched lungs can carry. Even though this was a somewhat common occurrence, you’re never as prepared as you think you might be. The weaving through trees can only last so long until you feel hands press into your back, lurching you forward and onto your hands and knees and into the cold, wet ground. You don’t have enough time to think about the way the mud splatters across you as you before he flips you onto your back.
It’s only then that you notice the steady red blinking of his recorder in his hand, capturing the fear and arousal pressed into your features. He stands above you, feet on either side of your hips as the recorder drinks in every bit of you: The heave of your chest, the limpness of your now throbbing muscles that pushed so hard to get away from him. All of it to be kept and played back to you later before he decides to take you again with your own whimpers and screams in the background of the dark room.
It’s sick. It’s sick and you adore it.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous like this.” He squats down, close enough to wrap his hand around your face once again and you push it away. He’s already excited, you can tell even in the dark that his pants are tight around him. It only earns you a smack across your cheek, the leather burning you in such a delicious way, pulling a whimper out of you.
His hand runs down you, dragging down your still clothed body to dip into your jeans, tugging on the fabric but never pushing further into the desire that throbs between your legs. You attempt to push yourself across the ground out from under him but he only pulls you back closer by the waist of your pants, tugging them down slightly in the process.
“Don’t run from me, whore.” His voice is distorted from under his mask, filtering though the fabric in such a deep way that you can help the sound that comes out of you.
“Please,” You plead, and he only brings the recorder closer to your face to capture the mud and sweat lining your features.
“Please what?”
“Please, let me go.” You continue your attempt to scoot away from him. It’s the question you always ask. It lights the fire in him when he feels like you might fight him off. He loves having the upper hand, loves watching you squirm away.
“Sit there and be a good girl.” He steps off of you, to your surprise, moving over to one of the closer trees to set his camera up to watch the entire thing.
You take your chance to move, tired body trying to pull yourself up off the ground and away from him. You only make it back onto your hands and knees before his hands are back on you, pushing your face into the ground as his clothed hips meet your ass and you can feel him press into your heat through his jeans. “I told you not to fucking move.”
His hand grips into your hair pulling your top half back up off the ground and further into him. You hear the flick of his blade, a small thing but sharp enough to tear through you if he wanted it to.
He drags the smooth side down your chest resting just at your navel before he pushes it up and into your shirt shedding the thin material and exposing you even further to the cold night air. “You didn’t like that shirt, did you?” He speaks into your ear before pushing your face back into the dirt and you can barely manage to shake your head from the vice grip he has on your hair.
“No.”
“What about these jeans?” The knife slides across the denim covering your now dripping cunt. The light pressure only exciting you more. “You look delicious, but they gotta go.” As he speaks, he pulls the fabric from your skin, barely slicing the denim enough to get his hands in to tear it open.
You gasp as the air hits. The tear in the jeans leave you exposed, pussy only covered by the thin panties you decided to wear and they don’t last long as he cuts them in half to leave you out in the open.
“Won’t you give the camera a show, slut.” He growls out before the knife is thrown to the side in favor of grabbing your hips and angling you to where he knows the camera is sitting only feet away from you. You know that it can see everything through the rips in your jeans, but he goes the extra mile by letting the leather of his gloves press against your lips and spread you out for it. Your heat squelches obscenely the slick collected there almost dripping onto the forest floor but Hoodie catches it with his finger to drag it back up before pushing a gloved finger into you.
His hands are already large, but the thickness the gloves add is delicious. A whine escapes your lips as he drags back out enough to add a second digit into you, stretching you around his fingers before he curls them down into the spot he knows you love.
“I could just fuck you right now.” He growls out, lifting you and letting his fingers slip out in favor of pressing them into your mouth. “See how wet your are, slut.”
You nod, letting your tongue press into his glove, collecting the slick there and your own taste lingers as he pulls them out and lets you fall back onto the ground.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you.” You can hear him undoing his belt as he talks, and it only makes you drip more, knowing that he’ll fill you up soon.
“Yes, please.” You turn enough to watch him press his fingers against your heat and collect your wetness and pump his cock with it, mixing with his own pre-cum.
“You’re a whore,” Hoodie presses the length against you, letting it slip under you and against your folds, barely brushing against your clit, “You’re my whore.”
He barely presses the tip into you now, your pussy squeezing against nothing in anticipation, trying to pull in every inch of him, “Say it.” His voice comes out much harsher when he speaks, but you say nothing.
“I told you to fucking say it.” His hand reaches under you to push into your throat, grip tightening as he pulls his cock away from your entrance. “You want it so bad, fucking beg for it.”
“I’m your whore, please,” You beg, pushing your ass back into him in hopes he’ll finally push into you, “Hoodie, please fuck me.”
Before the words can even fully leave your lips, he pushes into you harshly, bottoming out in one thrust and almost pushing out all of the air in your lungs as a moan leaves you harshly at the stretch. “Oh, fuck.” You whimper out as he snaps his hips back and into you, already abusing your poor cervix with every thrust he pounds into you.
Your entire body is his to play with. Curves and meat there for him to smack and pinch and pull on. Every bit of it there to abuse and bite.
You love it. You love the way his hands pull on you as he plows you into the ground, no doubt leaving bruises that you’ll stare at in the mirror until they finally fade and he replaces them with fresh new ones.
His hips push you harshly into the ground as your hands search for purchase in the earth, gripping anything you can get a hold of. He pulls you up by your throat as he continues to slam into you, pulling out obscene sounds, moans and whimpers flood the once empty forest. You can feel his teeth press deep into your shoulder even through the balaclava he wears, and you scream at the pain but he loves it. He loves every sound coming out of you. It only spurs him on.
His hand runs down you again, pressing against your breast, pulling at your nipples before he continues on to rub at your clit. The hand on your throat tightens, leaving your head an even fuzzier mess than his cock is already doing. It’s too much, the coil inside of you tightens and he knows it. He can’t wait to watch you come undone of video later.
Your thighs clench as it finally snaps, cunt pulsing around his length as the high washes over you. As your body sets itself on fire against him. “Such a good girl for me, such a beautiful whore, just for me.” He talks you through your high, watching you come down as he continues pounding his cock in and out of you, finally chasing his own high as he lets you fall back onto the hard ground as he watches you take all of him. He presses into the soft spot he knows you love, watching as you mewl, chattering nothings into the air.
“’s good, so good.” Rambles and moans are the only thing you can get out your mouth before he pushes in to the hilt, emptying into you with a deep groan, before he pulls out and pushes back in, fucking his mess fully into you.
He pulls off of you, hand coming to pull his balaclava up before he grabs onto your face once again, jerking you towards his face to press a bruising kiss to your lips before he’s pulling his hoodie off and tossing it towards you.
You struggle in a half lidded daze to put it on, leaving your destroyed shirt in the forest, as he reaches a hand out to you to help pull you up and you lean heavy into him as he walks you in what you hope is the direction you had come from. Your muscles ache and you’ll definitely feel in the next morning when he shows you what a mess you were the night before as he plugs his camera into his computer to replay the whole scene for you.
But first, finding the car you had left abandoned on the side of the road.
