— he LOVES smelling like you. you’ve had to get onto him hundreds of times for using your body wash, shampoo, conditioner, perfume/colgone, anything that makes him feel closer to you.
— i don’t really see him drinking all that much because of his father, but the rare cases that he does, he is allllll over you. going to use the bathroom? you can hear him whining and crying on the ground outside the door, waiting for you to get back out.
— (for curly headed reader!) wash days are his absolute favorite, especially after you take out a protective style. he’ll sit over the tub with you and make meaningless conversation while trying to help you clean yourself. with shaky hands, he’ll also try and help you tie your bonnet.
— (nsfw!) EATER. he’ll lie you down on the edge of the bed, from the hips up you’re laying on the mattress, the other half is perched on his shoulders while he’s lapping at you. he’ll press down on your pelvis, fingers pumping into you while using his tongue to circle your clit.
— (nsfw!) he gets so fucking weak when you jerk him off. you’ll be holding him from behind, one hand holding onto his waist and the other wrapped around his cock. he falls apart when you keep touching him after he’s already finished. he’ll sob and mewl for you to stop, trying to wiggle you off. he’s so pathetic when he’s overstimulated :-(
— (nsfw!) as much as he loves looking at you, he likes kissing more. during missionary he always leans down to kiss your face, neck, collarbones, shoulders, anywhere he can reach.
“canon” toby ୨ৎ
“asshole” toby, closer to canon! :-)
— he likes the whole scent thing the other way around. he’ll try to coax you into wearing his stuff without directly telling you he wants it. anytime you do wear anything of his, he’s all over you. he’ll sit upright with you straddling his hips, digging his head into you to smell his scent mixed with his. “Fuck.. You smell so guh-good, angel..” he’d whisper while digging his fingers into your waist bruisingly hard.
— he’s really big on size difference. he’ll come up behind you just to see how he can tower over you, especially when you’re looking at yourself in the mirror. being able to pick you up and ragdoll you around makes him feel big aswell.
— he’ll let you brush his tangled hair, but everything comes at a cost. anytime he feels a knot being pulled, he’ll jolt and go “OW!” just to see if you’ll react, laughing his ass off if you fall for it. he gets pouty when you remember you can’t really hurt him, plotting something else he can do to trick you.
— (nsfw!) he LOOOOOVES spanking when you get an attitude. “Who do you think you fah-fucking are?” he’d laugh while giving you a hard smack to the ass, ego inflating as he watches the red spread across your cheeks.
— (nsfw! all of this is so consensual, you guys have a safeword always.) him being an eater isn’t just fanon, but he’s definitely more selfish. He doesn’t stop after you cum. He loves seeing how weak you get after an orgasm, seeing how you’ll whimper and beg for him to stop. He’ll nip your clit and curl his fingers to see you sob, giggling dryly into your cunt.
— (nsfw!) he’s much more bratty about losing power to you than fanon toby. if you manage to get him in that same position, you behind him with a hand on his waist and a hand on his cock, he’s bitching about it the whole time so you don’t get the satisfaction of hearing him whine. he turns into mush if you keep jerking him off after he already bottoms out, babbling half-assed insults while trying to push your hands off. sometimes he gets to a point where he’s just whimpering and drooling. poor guy.
Toby's obsession with his partner's body should be studied.
I think he's the type of boyfriend who never wants to take his hands off you. Pulls you close any time you're in arms reach, hand in your back pocket when you walk together, at night you're always cuddled in his bed. You're never in your own seat because his lap is available 24/7 just for you.
He's actually so pathetic when you're too busy to give him attention. On his knees just to get you to look at him, he's pulling at your belt loops to get any sort of reaction. And god he'll take it if you're mad at him. In fact, if you're a little pissed off that he's bothering you, that might just be his favorite outcome. He'd do anything to make you happy, and he's just your loyal dog.
Tell him to sit and he will.
He can't even pretend to be upset that he's in 'trouble' when you're scolding him. Metaphorical tail wag and all, he's right where he wants to be.
The glare you're giving him is just enough to send him over the edge. Hugging your legs and apologizing as sweet as he can, still looking for just a bit more to keep him happy. Even you can't deny him for long. He's between your thighs easily. Kissing at your jeans, teasing you through the fabric like you weren't literally in your room. Like he couldn't toss you around. This was just Toby's own form of 'self control'. Making himself wait just to please you, to feel you, and to see every side of you. Every angle of your body, every possible expression would all be his.
TW; implied murder, heavily implied threesome, lots of implied staring, nude-sending (not from reader), foul language, improper use of handcuffs, Tim x Brian if you squint
Tim and Brian loved playing poker-- but with you in on the bets-- maybe, just maybe, Tim might share.
OR: Texts between Tim and Brian competing over you.
Toby with an emo girlfriend is my favorite thing to imagine.
He loves the same music, loves watching horror movies with you cuddled up. You'll paint his nails and he won't even pick at the polish for a week after. You'll even apply some smudged eyeliner for him and take pictures together. He loves to help pick out your outfits, matches candy bracelets with you, even helps you with any DIY projects to the clothes you thrift. You smell like hairspray and sweet, cheap perfume. He's obsessed with you. His pretty girlfriend, teased hair and all.
At night, when you're sleeping next to him with your playlist on quietly in the background. He's laying next to you jerking off to your pretty face. Trying to muffle any moans that escape by pressing his fist against his mouth. You're just too pretty to know just how badly he wants to ruin you. All that makeup running down your face, your perfect hair all messy while he fucks you stupid. For now, Toby manages with his fist as he watches you sleep. His imagination working overtime.
Toby had been seething all day. The boys had hung out with Nina and Kate the night prior, and all was well until Toby ended up on the butt end of some jokes. His objections went unheard and laughed off, his friends had moved on and didn’t care. It wasn’t like he was great at expressing his feelings or anything, but god damn.
Tim was getting an earful of it the whole morning. A polite, “So how’d it go last night?” had turned into a two hour (and counting) rant on how shitty his friends were. Tim tried not to openly scoff because…yeah, duh.
It was a little much, at times annoying, but Tim knew what it felt like to not be heard, spent most of his life that way. He was going to give the kid as much room to vent as he could. Until Toby started calling Nina a bitch.
“Hey, woah. You don’t go talkin’ bout women like that, ya hear?”
Toby scoffed, throwing his hands around exasperatedly. “But sh-she is! Sh-she’s always on Jeff’s s-side, making fff-fun of me to mm-make him laugh!”
Tim could feel the migraine already itching its way behind his eyes. “Yeah, well. You’re better than that, you don’t go callin’ women bitches. Or whores, or skanks, or anything like that, a’right? You ain’t Jeff, you ain’t Ben, you ain’t any other shitty man you know- you’re Toby and I taught you better than that.”
Toby huffed, arms crossed as he slouched into the passenger seat, staring out the window. They drove for a few minutes in silence, before he muttered. “Can’t I just h-hit her?”
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