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I have Ticci Toby and Childhood best friend angst cooking up…
On a completely unrelated note: has anyone seen the Hadestown pro shot?
On another separate note: wasn’t it so cute how much effort Vinny put in to get Evan back in the early days of EMH?
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Cold Nights – – – – – – – –
Ticci Toby x Girlfriend!Reader Comfort Summary: Toby hasn’t been getting a response from his partner and takes matters into his own hands.
Toby was worried.
He had finished his mission two and a half hours ago. He twitched in the back seat of Brian’s truck and checked your message for the third time in five minutes. You had been off all day and he hadn’t gotten a reply when he requested to visit you. His line of work didn’t help ease his mind. Someone could have gotten to you. IT could have gotten you. He should have known better when he got into a relationship with you- he wasn’t safe, it wasn’t safe- “S-stop!” He startled himself with how fast the word left his mouth.
Tim turned to look over his shoulder, “What? Toby, were almost home-”
“I-I just-I just want to get some-some- whistle something from the s-store.” Toby got out, pointing to the very convenient gas station.
Brian sighed, pulling into the lot. “Kay,” he mumbled tiredly, “We’re not waiting though. Come back on your own.” Toby had immediately got out of the car and didn’t even head into the station. Tim lit up another cigarette. “Girlfriend?” He asked, flicking the ash out the window. Brian nodded, rolling his eyes playfully and driving off.
It was a cold night, but Toby couldn’t feel it. He sent you one more text about being on his way before putting his phone into his pocket and counting the sidewalk cracks he passed, keeping his head down. He had studied curfew patrol routes for a while, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a neighbour looking outside or the rare rookie. His fingers tapped on his hatchets and he sucked his lips, chewing on the inner skin. every few moments his shoulder would jerk or he’d let out a whistle, but other than that he was in his head too much. He knew the way to your house off by heart by now. He’d been going for a year and a half after he had to…take care of your neighbour and you had happened to catch him hoping into your yard. He thanks his lucky stars that you didn’t call the cops and he didn’t have to take care of you too. He had fallen in love with you despite his better judgment and you had reciprocated after a while of him trying. You were his girl. He thought about you all the time. You had made him more careful on missions and more aware of who he mouthed off to because he wanted to come home to you alive and breathing. Your lack of texts concerned him greatly. He mouthed off to Jeff the other day. Maybe that fucker had found out about you.
His pace quickened as your house came into view. He slipped beside the cars and hopped the fence to get to the backyard. He took his hatchets, masks, and goggles off and stashed them behind your shed before scaling the tree. Your trellis had broke recently and he had been on a mission so hadn’t been able to fix it yet, which meant he was taking the long way. he held on to the old, gnarled limb as he inched across to your bedroom window. He was able to slip it open without much hassle, which caused a pit in his stomach. He doesn’t know how many times he’s told you to close and lock your window, there were always creeps lurking out there. You had simply kissed his cheek and asked “Like you?” and he’d stop talking. He had just managed to get you to start closing your window after getting Tim to teach him how to fix a fan, without telling him that he had a girlfriend. He felt he deserved a hero cookie for that.
He stepped in and looked around your room before stopping on your shape under the blankets. “Ba- Baby?” he called, slipping off his boots and walking over. His hand touched your shoulder and you made no reaction. He could see your eyes were open. He rubbed your arm and crouched down beside the bed. Toby rested his head on his free hand and looked into your pretty eyes, searching your expression. His jaw twitched and his hand tightened momentarily before resuming his circles. He blew air across your nose, making your eyes flutter.
”There you- you are,” he whispered, “What’s- grunt- going on?” he asked, letting the silence stretch for a few moments. Your eyes had made their way to his in that time. “That’s o-okay,” he hummed, “You- you don’t- you don’t have to speak. Can- tic- you just let- let me know if you’ve- you’ve ate t- today?”
Your expression changed, lips twisting up. Toby softened, his hand coming up to caress your cheek with his rough thumb. “Have you- you had water?” He leaned in to press his nose to yours when your eyes started to fill. “S’okay, b-baby. Let it out.” His lips pressed to yours gently, before he pressed his forehead to yours.
He got up once your tears slowed and changed into his pajamas that he leaves at your place, then he slipped out of your room. He made his way past your mother’s closed door and into the kitchen. He found your water bottle and let the sink fill it as he raided your cabinets for light snacks. Once your bottle was full, he headed back up and placed everything onto your nightstand. Toby crawled into bed behind you, scooping you into his chest and pressed his head into yours. His lips traced down your face before kissing your jaw. He worked his way down your neck and tucked into your shoulder.
“Don’t g-gotta be-be okay, baby,” he hummed, “just- whistle- just gotta be here.”
A/N: For a friend of mine who had a hard time recently
You had long since accepted that your partner was very cat adjacent.
You had known this since you first met Jack. In your first week, you had thought, on top of him hating you, that he thought you smelled terrible. In the rare moments you’d catch him without that gorgeous blue mask on, he’d stare at you blankly with his mouth slightly parted and his teeth bared. “Is he going to eat me?” You had asked Brian after the first few times you caught it happening. Brian had laughed at you, as if your concerns of a cannibalistic demon staring at you weren’t entirely valid. “No,” he shook his head, “Jack’s never been one to play with his food, you might be a special case.” He laughed as you paled.
Silly you were to think of that. You smiled as your hands ran over his dreads to scratch behind his long ears. Jack was kneading at your stomach while the two of you relaxed in your bed, a TV with the news playing in the background. Everything was so peaceful now. It had taken Jack a while to warm up to you. He didn’t like anyone and really only tolerated Cody. Conversations when you were hurt were short, then suddenly a switch was made that you weren’t aware of. Suddenly he had started searching you out, going to help you first if people were hurt, and actually having conversations with you. You were late going out with Nina one time because Jack just wanted to talk and talk and talk and with how he was normally, you didn’t have the heart to stop him. Then he started bringing you things he got out on his hunts. It was cute, albeit a little odd.
You had to put a stop to it once you got a dead bird on your pillow. You sometimes wonder how different everything would have been had you not stayed to hear him out. You had been so angry and marched right down the infirmary to stand against the tall demon and put your foot down. Jack had sat through it unmovingly other than the small tilt in his head. That little stupid tilt made you so much more upset. You wanted to walk out and never look back. Something in you had made you stay and hear him out. He had taken his mask off to speak to you, and had lowered himself to be at your level. He had been so sincere… you’re cut out of your memories by a rumbling sound. Your hands stilled behind his ears.
Your brows furrowed as you looked towards the open window, then widened as your head snapped back to Jack. “You’re purring!” You gasped, “you purr! Oh my goodness, Jack you purr. That’s so cute-“ you’re cut off.
“I do not purr.” He said, while still actively purring into your stomach, his thumbs still gently kneading the flesh.
“You literally are!”
“No.” He spoke finally, pressing a kiss into your stomach. You could feel his smirk as his pointy teeth scraped your flesh.
Hiii your Tim smuts are so so sooo good. The way you write for him is just perfection. If your requests are open, do you have anything about Tim and a wife who’s a bit of a brat 🫣 I’m a sucker for brat tamer Tim
Maybe. Absolutely. Definitely. Yes.
#TimTamerTruther
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Early Mornings ———————
Tim Wright x Fem!Wife!Reader
Summary: Tim can’t keep his hands off you after being away for so long.
Warnings!: Oral (fem receiving), Unprotected Penetration, Vaginal Penetration, authors first time writing smut.
NSFW UNDER CUT!!!
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Home Coming ———————
Tim Wright x Fem!Wife!Reader
Summary: Tim comes home from a long mission to be with his pretty wife.
The truck trudged through the mud as Tim pulled into the driveway of his cabin. He threw it in to park and took out the keys, listening to the engine quiet down as he sat there for a moment. He always wanted to bring the best of himself home to his wife. She was too pure for the darkness he knew he held. He never knew how he got so lucky.
He opened the door, hanging up his keys and taking off his shoes. He slipped quietly across the floor and paused just before heading to the bedroom. You were still on your rocking chair. Of course you were, you were probably intending to stay up and wait for him, your book was still open on your lap, almost slipping off the afgahan blanket you had made for your wedding.
He stepped forward and rested his hand on the top of your head, “Sugar,” he cooed quietly, “M’home.”
As he stroked his hand down your hair your eyes parted slightly before meeting your husbands face. You indulged in a moment of bliss before your brows furrowed. He was favoring his right side, his jaw had smeared dirt and some other matter on it, and his shoulder was wrapped. Your eyes trailed over him before meeting his eyes once more.
“Oh, sug,” he shook his head, “No, m’ alright.” You were already standing up. You grabbed at his dirty hand and hulled him to the bathroom.
“Tim,” you started.
“No, honey, I’m fi-”
“No.” you cut him off sternly and grabbed a wash towel from the rack and turned the tap on to get it wet. You wrung it out before pressing it to his cheek and making a clean swipe through the dirt.
“Look at that,” you held it up to show him, “dirty. Let me help.”
He sighed, then sat down on the closed toilet lid and pulled you between his legs to rest his hands on your hips. “Alright, sugar, the bed.”
You nodded dutifully, wiping off the rest of the dirt while he kneaded at your sides like he’s been waiting for it all night. It would have been over quicker, had, not every time you turned you back, he pulled you right back to plant a kiss on your lips. You tried to fight it the first few times, then huffed in resignation and let it happen. Then you took him off to bed.
You had, like the perfect wife you are, laid out his pajama bottoms for him already. While he was changing you worked on pulling the sheets back for an effortless slide in. He took a seat on the edge and pulled you in for a final kiss of the night, his hands brushing your cheeks.
“Stop your worrying, sugar,” he spoke quietly, catching your eyes with his, “I’m here now. We’re together.”
You nodded, still having a bit of a pout on your face.
“C’mere, you.” Tim’s arms encircled your waisted and hulled you onto the bed beside him, tucking you tightly into his bare chest.
“All I need.”
A/N: I loved writing this one. I’m thinking a smutty part two… mmm… how do we feel about that?
Thinking of writing Creepypasta SMAUs
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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ PICTURE PICTURE - - - - - -
Summary: The day you got your profile pictures for the creeps.
Includes: Jeff, EJ, Tim, Brian, Toby, and Ben
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AN: Thank you all so much for the recent support!? Where have all you come from?? I hope you enjoyed this. I’m still working on my layout. More to come for sure! Tell me how you feel!
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Tobias Erin Rogers And Ring Talk
It has been almost five years since your neighbour died and, coincidentally, since you met your forever person. You weren’t supposed to see what Toby was doing and he should have killed you but he didn’t. He couldnt be more grateful for that fact now as two of you fall back onto to your bed in a fit of giggles after your late night run to the corner store. Thats how your dates usually were, best to keep a known murderer out of the streets in broad daylight, you had decided smartly. You never minded the fact that your dates weren’t ‘normal’. You probably would have found that boring anyways.
“That - whistles - that was fuh-fun.” Toby manages through his laughter. You had convinced yourselves on the walk back that everyone around you were zombies and you were the only survivors left. He placed his red slurpee down before his arm jerked.
“You are my hero,” You replied, placing your blue one down beside his, “So big and strong, protecting me from all the mean, scary zombies out there.” You had really only seen one person on the opposite side of the street but Toby still jumped in front of you anyways and kept your hand tight in his before loudly declaring that he would gladly take a bite for you.
Toby snorted, reaching over even now to touch you. “I- tic - I think you’re de- delusional.” He rolled his eyes when you stuck out your purple tongue at him. The sight caused him to break out in a fit of giggles, with you joining in quickly after.
“I think,” you declared, squeezing his hand, “that I am going to have to wife you up, Tobias. Can’t have a hero like you belonging to anyone else.”
His hand jerked from yours suddenly, before coming back to hold on tighter. His smile had gave way to something a lot more vulnerable. You don’t seem to notice as you continue, “I can see it now,” you sigh, “You in a white dress, long trailing veil, your bridesmaids as your coworkers,” you sounded a little more uncertain, “friends? Whoever they are, or maybe Clifford,” you huffed in amusement at the idea of your big, fat cat being a bridesmaid, “me with a nice tuxedo…” you trailed off, entering your daydreaming land. You had thought about this, maybe not Toby being the one in the dress obviously, but this scenario plenty of times. You just haven’t figured out who would fill the seats quite yet as you were a bit of a loner before Toby and you’ve never met any one of his coworkers.
Toby’s tics had picked up in frequency the more you spoke until he grabbed your face, bringing you back to the land of the living and forcing you into eye contact. “Y- you- grunt- you really want that, pretty girl? I- I- I can’t give you it legally, but- but I will figure something out- tic- I swear to you. Church, t- tux, big wh- whistle- big white dress. I swear it to you. I’ll make it work if that’s what you want.” His eyes narrowed and he leaned in to plant a kiss on your lips.
“I love you. I’ll give you your wedding. I promise.”
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AN: Little longer than I had planned. I’m still trying to figure out how I want to write Toby, this time I got help from one of my amazing friends. I hope you all like this! Thank you for all the support on my EJ blurb. It was my first ever fan piece.
Eyeless Jack and his favourite pet
It has been stupid. You had been stupid. You knew better, obviously, you weren’t new to this. You underestimated the victim and that had made quite a messy, loud death. You had to make a quick recovery and had hit the ground running. You barely made it into the woods before the sirens started. You knew it was bad. You had already told yourself this a million times.
The dark figure in the corner wasn’t helping. Jack wasn’t pleased, that was for sure. It had just been a week ago now that a quiet night had turned into even quieter confessions and you were his favourite pet. Now you were sitting on a table bleeding and bruised, drenched from the rain and covered in blood and dirt. He never thought ‘pet’ was more fitting. You looked like a guilty mutt. He enjoyed watching you squirm under his gaze but he decided to finally assist. He stepped between your knees and sighed.
“Do you feel good with what you’ve done?” His voice was muffled under his mask. When you didn’t respond, he moved your hair from your ear and leaned closer. “I asked you a question, pet.”
You swallowed thickly, “Jack,” you breathed as your eyes met his eyeless sockets, “I don’t-”
“No.” He growled, “Answer.”
It was hard to disobey the organ-eating demon. “No. I don't feel good with what happened, Jack, can we move on now?” He didn't miss the bitter embarrassment in your tone. Thankfully, he decided he was pleased with your answer. The demon moved to grab his box of antiseptic wipes and bandages.
He was surprisingly gentle when his clawed, ashen hand grabbed your wrist and his other pushed up your sleeve. He was silent as he wiped the dirt and blood from your forearm. You had grabbed his hand with a tight grip at the burn of the cleaning. “Jack!” you whimpered.
Jack wrapped up your arm, then looked at you with his eyeless gaze. For a few moments the only sound in his infirmary was the breathing matching of your breathing. Then he leaned down and pressed his cold lips to your forehead.
“I’m glad you’re safe, pet.”
My OC Clementine. I love her to bits.
Ticci toby my favourite boy <3