Ticci Toby x reader drabble
Warnings: making out, mentions of unhealthy obsession in relationship dynamic
An: SUPER FLUFFY!! I love sweet Toby mmm. Again sorry for grammar lol. Anyways requested by @s1vkmutt !!! I hope you enjoy:p
The store was filled with small trinkets. Paintings, figurines, antiques, anything you could think of. You didn’t really enter with much intent, but you wouldn’t lie and say you weren’t attracted to the colorfulness of the tiny shop.
As you perused mindlessly, you spotted a small rack that was littered with keychains. Immediately, a small light brown dog with scruffy fur caught your eye. The key chain wasn’t big, in fact it was significantly smaller than the others, but you felt oddly sentimental about the tiny guy. As you picked him up you couldn’t help but think about your boyfriend, Toby.
He was fiercely loyal, brunette, and had a scruffy kind of look to him. If Toby ever got reincarnated into a dog, this would 100% be him. You smiled at the idea of him being a puppy, checking the tag out of the corner of your eye. Not only was the dog adorable, but it was incredibly cheap. Pulling it off of its hook, you decided you couldn’t just leave the poor thing there.
You secured the keychain, stuffing it into your bag as you bid the store keeper farewell. You tried to think of how Toby would use the small guy—doubting he’d even have somewhere to keep it—but even then you still decided it was worth buying. It wasn’t a far walk from the store, only about two minutes.
You subconsciously relaxed slightly as the familiar building came into view. As you went grab the door, it pushed open under the weight of your hand. You immediately retracted back, confused as to why the usually locked door would be left ajar. The urge to grab your phone and call Toby grew increasingly appealing, a sense of unease blossoming in your chest. But before you could, you saw a familiar head of brown locks peak at the door from the kitchen. You sighed a breath of relief as you walked inside.
“Toby, you have got to stop leaving the door open when you come in.” You walked up to him, setting your bags down in the process. As you reached him you placed a small kiss to his lips, more of a greeting than anything else. He brought his head forward in attempt to follow you as you broke away. You pushed him with a slight giggle.
“Suh-sorry. Why’d y-you take so l-long?” He questioned, referring to the fact that you usually got home at 5:30, and it was now 5:55. He seemed unusually anxious, his tics interrupting him every few seconds.
“Ah—I made a stop at a store. I forgot to text you.” You answered simply, running your hands through his messy hair. “I thought you had work today?”
His neck jerked to the side with a pop as he shook his head, “no-nope, Brian and tuh-tim had to go, but nnn-not me.” He told you with a lopsided grin. You lit up at his words.
“So you’ll be here all weekend?” You asked, hope gleaming in your pretty eyes. He stared for a moment, lost in thought as he stood there, utterly enamored by you. It felt weird—having someone be excited to have you around. Toby wasn’t used to it in the slightest, so every time you showed even the tiniest bit of affection or genuine interest, he felt a sickeningly sweet dizziness fill his head. When he finally answered, it was quieter.
“Y-yeah.” He leaned forward, wrapping his long arms around your waist. When your lips met, it was far from sweet. He didn’t know how to do that—how to be gentle with something he wanted so bad. So when your mouths moved in tandem, a slight giggle falling from your lips at his abruptness, the only word you could use to describe it was hunger. But it was him, and it was genuine.
He was restless, whatever patience he had growing thin as his hands roamed your body. The way Toby kissed you was dizzying; like he couldn’t bear to leave a single part of you untouched. The warmth of his mouth absorbed you entirely until all you could feel was him.
In a sudden movement you pulled back, a desperate whine tearing from his chest. Even though you pulled your face back, your body was still flush to his, his grip hardening on your hips.
“W-why’d you sss-stop? Did I do s-something wrong?” A harsh tic forced his shoulder to jerk up to his ear.
“Do y-you not want to kis-kiss me?” The words were frantic and jumbled, a pout already adorning his face. His rambling only came to a stop once you placed your hand gently over his mouth.
“Yes, I want to kiss you. No, you didn’t do anything wrong.” You saw the crease in his eye brows slowly soften as you spoke. “I just remembered I wanted to show you something, and I knew that if we kept that up I’d completely forget bout…said thing.” The hand you were using to cover his mouth moved to his cheek. The soft ridges of his scar pressed against your fingertips as you traced his cheekbone.
Confusion laced his features as he stared at you with an almost expectant look. You took that as an invitation to break from his hold, another small groan slipping from his chest as you reached towards your bag. Once you fished through it for a moment you popped back up to face him.
“I found this at that store I stopped at. It just kinda reminded me of you!” The keychain sat in your palm as he stared with wide eyes. His gaze flickered between you and the dog, torn on which one to stare at. Toby didn’t feel pain, but the second the words fell from your lips, his heart clenched so hard he nearly doubled over. He examined the stuffed dog in your hand with glazed over eyes.
“F-for me?” The answer was clear, but Toby still felt required to ask. Like he had to make sure you weren’t lying. His voice shook as if you’d just gotten down on one knee.
“Mhm! Jus’ thought of you when I saw it. You don’t have to put it on anything, though. I just—“
“No, n-no, I’ll use it! I’ll use it. I’ll puh-put it on my bb-belt.” His tics were making it hard for him to stay still as he grabbed at your wrists. Brown eyes bored into yours while he rambled. Toby didn’t retrieve many gifts, not even growing up. He didn’t believe he was worth enough to hold up space in someone’s brain, let alone their heart. But then there was you, who continued to break down his insecurities that he’d spent years developing. And you weren’t even trying—you weren’t purposely doing anything. You were just being you, buying him some key chain that reminded you of him. But it was those small things you did that fueled his obsession. His infatuation. And maybe you’d never understand how deep his love for you ran, but he didn’t mind. As long as you were his, he’d be okay.
He clipped the dog on his belt, eyes still glazed with something you couldn’t quite place. Not wasting any time, he pulled you into a hug, his arms slipping across your waist as you grabbed his neck.
“Thank you, t-thank you, thank yyy-you, baby.” The air from his breath tickled your neck as he continued his soft praises. His fingers twitching against your back as his grip tightened.
“Of course, Toby. It’s just a key chain.” You laughed awkwardly at his reaction to the small dog.
“No. It’s not. I luh-love it sss-so much. I love you so muh-much.” The crack in his voice caused you to hold him tighter. You didn’t understand why it made him react the way he did, but you didn’t mind.
As he stood there, holding you with his eyes clenched, he knew you’d be his forever. There was no other option, at least not in this world. Not while he was alive. You were a holy light, and he was a desperate sinner begging and clawing at your feet. One who was infected with a sickening greed. One who had no intention of ever letting go.
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