'Ticci' Toby NSFW Hc's

'Ticci' Toby NSFW hc's

Switch On bottom, he whimpers On top, he whimpers He's so loud Says shit like "oh, fuck, I feel so fucking good-" and will cry if you overstimulate him Milk him Lives simply to be called "Good Boy" Will grab every inch of you unapologetically Will bend you over anywhere Drools Screams Claws at you Loves to be scratched Will bite Bite him Hickeys All over Aftercare consists of making sure you're okay and cleaning you up

Jeff the Killer Oneshot

I clicked off my TV, tossing my remote on my bed as I headed to the bathroom. I stripped down, stepping into the scalding water. I washed my hair, scrubbed my body, and got out, wrapping a towel around my body.

Once I stepped into my room, I changed into my bedclothes, ones that would at least provide some help to resist the sweltering heat of summer. I struggled to put my bra on my wet body, sliding it on and clipping it once I was dry enough.

I threw on a thin, baggy shirt and shorts. Once I finished, I set on my bed, sweating. I checked my phone, seeing a new message from a close friend of mine.

It was a news article; a picture of a ghost white man with long brown hair and a permanent smile carved into his fair skin. His eyes were a menacing blue. I watched the video, understanding that he was a serial killer on the loose.

I learned about his technique.

The wind blew my hair around as I opened my window in a sad attempt to cook my hot room. I walked back to my bed, collapsing into the sheets. I lay uncomfortably on my bed, rising and turning in the heat. Eventually, I slipped off my shirt, leaving me in my bra and shorts.

I allowed my eyes to flutter closed, slowly drifting off to sleep.

I woke up to a stinging pain between my thighs. As I tried to sit up, I realized that my neck was restrained. I squirmed, trying to free myself. My voice caught in my throat as my hands and asked struggled against my sheets, too.

Tears began to streak down my face, falling off my cheeks, and ending up on my pillow. My breath hitched as a white face greets me. "Hello, " it cooed. I couldn't speak.

His skin was ghost white like he'd been drained competent of his blood; two piercing blue eyes stared at me; long black hair covered his shoulders; a long grin was engraved into his face; he wore a white hoodie stained with deep crimson blood-- blood that had now dried and lightened in color--

"I'm talking to you," it snapped. "Hi," I whispered. "That's better," it praised. Two piercing blue eyes stared into mine, reading into my soul. I looked down at my thighs, the stinging pain yet to dwindle.

Noticing my divided attention, he followed my gaze. "Oh, do you like my work?' He laughed. I nodded, scared of what he would do if I said no. He pulled a silver, glistening knife up, rotating it. "Isn't that pretty?" He whispered. "Yes, very pretty," I agreed.

"Do you know who I am?"

I nodded.

"That's good."

His stained fingers made their way up to y neck, giving it a light squeeze. "So do you know what I'm going to do to you?" He muttered. I nodded lightly, allowing the horrifying reality to sink in. Pressing the sharp blade to my neck, he smiled impossibly wider.

Raising the knife above his head, he prepared to plunge it into my chest, but I couldn't key that happen. "Wait! I'll do anything, please, don't kill me!" I begged. "Anything!"

"Anything?" He teased. I nodded viciously, struggling against his restraints. Leaning up to whisper in my ear, "Then make me feel good, baby," his breath fell against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

His hands trailed down my neck, resting on my thinly covered breast. He pressed a sloppy kiss to my collarbone with chapped lips. Climbing up to sit on my chest. His hands planted firmly on my shoulders.

Unzipping his black skinny jeans, he partly revealed his white boxers. I could see his boner restricting against the fabric, and it turned me on even more. I smashed my thighs together, earning little satisfaction.

Putting his face closer to my neck, he placed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to my neck, leaving behind deep purple and red bruises. "You ready to be a good slut for me?" He whispered.

"I'm so ready," I said, almost whimpering at the need growing in my stomach. "That's good," he cooed. Pulling his boxers down, his length began to slowly spring up. My mouth watered.

It leaked with pre as he tantalizingly stroked himself. Placing his tip at my lips, I opened my mouth, allowing him to insert himself. His veiny hands gripped my headboard as he slowly thrust.

I gagged slightly as his hips faltered when pushing into my mouth, but didn't stop sucking. He pulled out of my mouth, snapping his hips back into my face. I gagged on his dick as he violently face-fucked me, making me moan and vibrate his dick in my mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned. His fingers tangled in my hair as he bruised the neck of my throat. I felt his cock twitch in my mouth, and he soon filled it with his cum. "Good girl," he praised.

"Swallow." He demanded. I did as he did, swallowing his load. Cum and spit dripped from my bottom lip, quickly being wiped away by the man's finger. "You're too sweet to let go to waste, " he muttered, but not to me.

He shambled off me, settling himself between my legs. Propped on his knees, hands on my hips, he pulled my shorts down. Taunting my entrance with his finger, he slipped it up and down my folds; I tensed at his cold touch but eased up as he went.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked, excitement flooding his crystal blue eyes. I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek. His finger moved back to my entrance, using my wet as lubricant to slip in.

I winced as a burning feeling became slightly more prominent, but faded as he slowly pumped. I let out a soft moan as he inserted a second finger. My back arched up as his speed increased.

"Oh, mm-" I moaned, snapping my eyes closed. His fingers scissored and curled, making my hands clamp. "F-fuck!" I whined. "You like that, you little slut?" He hissed. "Yeah, oh, fuck. I love it-" I answered.

"You're such a little whore for me, aren't you? Letting me finger you and sucking on my dick so good; what a good girl."

As my orgasm washed over me, my legs shook, and my lips parted as I knitted my brows together. Releasing onto his hand, he pulled up his sticky fingers, spreading them to watch the cum stretch.

He put the wet fingers in his mouth, licking then clean. "You taste good," he commented, smearing his spit-covered fingers on the inside of my thigh, making the stinging pain return.

"Will you untie me?" I begged. "I wanna ride you so fucking bad-" he slapped me across the face. "You do what Isay, got it?" He spat. "Yes, sir, " I swallowed thickly.

He placed his tip at my entrance, both hands on each side of my head. "You're gonna take my dick so fucking good, 'kay? That tight little pussy is good grip me so fucking good."

He slammed into me; I clamped my hands, and tears streaked down my face and into my pillow. He thrust into me relentlessly, spit falling from his mouth. "Oh, your pussy's so fucking tight-" he moaned, grimacing.

My back arched as I came, releasing onto his dick. My walls clenched around him, making him cum deep inside me. "That's right; I'm filling you up so fuckin' good. And you love it, don't you?"

I nodded.

He pulled away, taking his knife and cutting my restraints. As he backed to my window, he left with one final message.

"I'm not done with you,"

Hoodie/Brian NSFW hc's

Thighs. Choke him with them. Thigh jobs. 100% Will switch, but likes to be dom He whimpers on bottom Groans on top Very vocal Too good with his mouth Likes to receive or give head Fine with either Will worship you Rough or gentle Pull his hair Cute ass happy trail Limited hair Trims hair often Pull his fucking hair. Can go for four rounds at most Likes being caught He wouldn't prefer it but doesn't mind if it happens He sees it as showing you off Will not share Possessive You are getting dicked down if he's mad You wanna walk to the kitchen? Crutches. Hates wearing his mask in bed. Likes any position he can pull your hair or see your face. Squeeze his head with your thighs when he eats you out Look him in the eyes as he cums ask over your face He can and will be milked Loves having his hands tied to the headboard or somewhere he can't use them Call him names He doesn't care as long as it's with you Aftercare

Ben Drowned

(HE IS 18 IN THIS BC I NEED THINGS TO BE LEGAL)

Fucking switch Mostly bottom Whimpering motherfu- Cries when overstimmed Is into anything Toys You share them (They get cleaned) He loves when you hold his hips so hard that it leaves marks Will be crying how much he loves with you with no shame The entire house can hear him whining Says shit like "fucking please, oh-" and "I fan Ah fucking good. Don't stop please, oh, fuck. Don't stop, you feel so good," bc he's a little bitch He twitches and his eyes roll back Drools Grabs the sheets so fucking hard Aftercare consists of either you praising him and cleaning him up, or the other way around.

(NOT PROOFREAD)

My Hoodie/Brian Thomas ABC's

A: Affection (Are they affectionate? How do they show affection?)

Apathetic. He can show proper emotions, he just doesn't really like to. Living as a Proxy, you get used to changing yourself. However, if he decides to be affectionate, it'll be simple. He might just hold you and tell you he loves you while you watch a movie or enjoy each other's company.

B: Beauty (What does he find most beautiful about you? What about himself? What about in general?)

On you, his personal favorite is your smile. He enjoys seeing you smile, knowing that you're happy makes him happy. On himself, it's his eyes. They're deep and can be used to intimidate and get his way. In general, it's nature. He enjoys seeing leaves fall and raindrops roll down windows.

C: Courtesy (How kind is he? Is he kinder or the same around others? How does he show it?)

He is a very polite and respectful man. Often, he shows this, not caring where or why. He acts the same around others. If anything, he's more polite around your friends and family, but he's a much more apathetic person toward his coworkers.

D: Dreams (What does he wish to accomplish? What is his dream life? What does he want for his future?)

He wishes to escape the life of a proxy, despite knowing he's unable to do so. His dream life is just to be free and with you. He wants to have kids, but likely won't act on it, mainly because he doesn't want them targeted and born into the life he'll give them with his line of work. 

E: Equal (Are you equal, or is one more dominant in the decision-making rather than the other?)

Brian makes a lot of decisions but makes sure you're up for it. He often takes the initiative to do things but won't put them into action without your comfort. Despite being a manic murderer, he does care about what you want and your comfort. You are equal. He won't do something without your permission.

F: Fights (Do you argue often? What triggers fights? How easily does he forgive you?)

He doesn't like to argue, and you don't argue often; mainly because he's always right. He won't open his mouth if he knows he's wrong, already having devised his answers and predicted yours. The only thing that triggers fights is if you falsely accuse him, poke him too much after a bad day, or push him too far after warnings. And even then, he still finds a way to make it a joke. He forgives relatively easily, knowing it was an accident, and finds himself being unreasonable with his anger. 

G: Gratitude (How grateful are they for you? What else are they grateful for? Do they show their appreciation?)

He appreciates you very much, often showing his appreciation by s̶t̶e̶a̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ buying you something nice. You saw a ring you liked once? Yours. Nice dress? Yours. Cool phone case? Yours. He's very grateful for his stealth; getting you things and sneaking around is much easier. They show their appreciation but will deny it if you say anything.

H: Honesty (How honest are they? How much do they keep hidden from you? Do they have a good reason?)

He is a very honest person, despite being a serial killer. Often, he won't hide things from you unless it's for your safety. Brian likes to tell you things, but when he comes home and you ask where he was, he'll say "Work" and you understand. They don't keep things hidden. They have a good reason if they do and won't go out of their way to tell you about their past. 

I: Inspiration (Did you change them? For the better or worse? Or not at all?)

You did! For the better, too! He was a recluse, only ever leaving his home for groceries or missions, but you got the better of him. He now enjoys taking long walks, visiting parks and will go out of his way to see things about nature. 

J: Jealousy (How easily do they get jealous? Are they aware they're jealous?)

He doesn't get jealous often. And if he does, then he calms himself down, reminding himself of his ridiculous thinking. He is very self-aware of his irrational thinking, knowing damn well you're his. 

K: Kissing (Is he a good kisser?)

Yes. I will not elaborate.

L: Love confession (How did he confess?)

Putting a blindfold on you, driving you to a special spot, giving you flowers, and telling you how he feels. He's a simple man. Kidnapping and takes you to a second location bc he's such a gentleman.

M: Marriage (Does he want to get married? How would they propose? What would the marriage be like?) 

He does want marriage but is scared you'll be targeted if you have too much contact with him. Would propose by taking you out somewhere nice, then a walk in the woods, leading you to a certain clearing or beautiful spot, getting on one knee, telling you how much he loves you and why you're the light in his life, his rock, if you will, (lmao, marble hornets ref), and will ask you to marry him. 

The marriage would consist of you understanding his work, being loved unconditionally, and being happy as you can, considering the fact that you're married to a serial killer who works for some otherworldly dark entity. <3

N: Nicknames (What do they call you? Why? Do they like nicknames?)

They would call you sweet things: honey, sweetheart, darling, dear, etc. He personally doesn't like nicknames, because it reminds him of the fact he gets called a nickname by his coworkers. But they do like calling you nicknames.

O: On cloud nine (How do they act when they're in love? What gets them to cloud nine?)

He's very caring; he likes to do things for you and appreciates you much more obviously. He likes to show his love. Getting them to cloud nine consists of just being obedient; treating him like he's royalty; and showing him he's loved and appreciated.

P: PDA (How comfortable are they with PDA? Do they like it? How do they show it?)

He enjoys PDA around real friends, not coworkers. Like E.J or Tim/Masky. It might be as simple as a hand snaked around your waist or interlocked fingers, but that's enough. Potentially even a hand in your back pocket, or a finger through your belt loop. He is only okay around friends and your family. 

Q: Quirk (What are some fun things that come with dating him? What's a random, helpful ability in the relationship?)

Something fun is knowing that his boss or coworkers might murder you! Very aesthetic, I know. He is very skilled at being mysterious, making all his gifts surprising. 

R: Romance (How romantic are they? Cliche or creative?)

He isn't very romantic but will do simple dates and gifts. He's pretty generic unless it's a very special occasion. 

S: Support (How supportive are they? Do they need a lot of support? Are they good at showing it? How do they show it?)

He is supportive of most things but will leave you to figure out some things by yourself if he thinks you need to really understand. (He is the definition of the 'give a man a place and you feed him for a day' quote. I swear he is) He'll be as supportive as he senses he needs to be. He's very awkward when it comes to support, but he tries. He'll help you through it and stay with you as long as necessary. 

T: Thrill (Is he a thrill seeker? Does he like to try things out?) 

He isn't too much of a thrill seeker, because he's often tired or craving to relax due to his job. He won't go out of his way to do new things but isn't against it if it's something you bring up. 

U: Understanding (Are they understanding? How well do they know you?)

Has a scary knack for remembering miscellaneous things about you. He often understands what you need and why, seeing as he was trained, whether aware or not, how to read people. He makes sure not to invalidate your feelings.

V: Value (How valuable is this relationship to him? How important are you to him?)

Your relationship is the most important thing in his life. He would kill whoever hurt you or die trying. You are like a God to him. He loves you with every part of him and would die if he needed to for you. 

W: Wildcard (A random headcanon)

I think he would cry into your chest or stomach when he's had a stressful day. Or he would come and lie on your ass like a pillow if you're on your stomach. Would most definitely bend every which way to see what's on your phone/laptop/tablet.

X: Xoxo (What's their favorite type of affection to give? What about receiving?)

His favorite type to give is kisses; his favorite type to receive is hugs around his neck. 

Y: Yearning (Does he miss you a lot when you're gone? How does he cope?)

He misses you greatly but understands that you are your person with your own life. He'll think about you, lie on your bed, look at photos, or just lie with your clothes. 

Z: Zeal (Will he go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, how?)

He will kill or die for you. His life has no meaning without you, and it's better off not living if you aren't there to enjoy life with him. Anything you ask is done. 

(THAT'S ALL; NOT PROOFREAD; I'M SORRY IT'S BAD)

I returned to my dorm, dreading the thought of dealing with Michael and his dumbass attitude. I walked in and set my books on the kitchen counter and then walked to the fridge. I grabbed a beer and sat on the couch. 

A door to the side of me creaked open and I let out a deep sigh, "Here we go again." I thought. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the last beer from the fridge. "Damnit, Michael! Was that the last beer?!" I yelled. 

He nodded and gave a shit-eating smirk while opening the beer and chugging it. He finished the beer and crumbled it; he threw it at me and chuckled. "Michael, you dick!" I yelled. He flipped me off and went back to his room. 

After about an hour of letting my anger bubble up, I decided to go retaliate. I got up and went to his door. I pushed it open and then I stopped. All he had was a towel around his waist. I felt my face get hot and a shiver go down my spine. He smirked.

"What are you staring at?" he asked, walking closer. "I uh-" 

I just stuttered out some words and sounds, trying to keep my composure. I couldn't. I mean looking at him I just felt something. His sun-kissed skin was dripping with hot water and his hair stuck to his face. His toned stomach was exposed, and his lower half was covered by a thin piece of cloth. I subconsciously bit my lip. 

He was right in front of me. He bent down, "Staring isn't polite, darling." he taunted. I just nodded and looked him up and down. "What did I just say?" he rhetorically asked, taking my hands and pinning them to the wall. "D-don't stare..." I answered. "Good girl..." he praised. 

He lowered his head and put it to my neck. "I want everyone to see how you submit so well to me."

He began to kiss and suck on my neck, leaving dark purple bruises all over. I let out a small whine and he slid his hand up to my neck and squeezed it; it left a red mark. He moved his lips from my neck to mine and began to kiss me. He pulled away for a second, regaining his breath, and then went right back. 

"You're so beautiful." he praised. I let out another small whine and began to claw into his back. He let out a groan and this made me crazy. He lifted me and carried me to his bed. He threw me down and crawled on top. "So pretty...pretty...pretty...pretty..." he repeated. He stopped kissing me and lifted his head. 

He stood up and walked to his dresser, he opened it and pulled out a collar. It was black and had metallically purple spikes. He came back over and put it on my neck, it was constricting. I whimpered again. "Too tight?" I nodded. He loosened the collar and buckled it one last time. 

He took his hand and slid it into my pants, ripping them off in a clean swipe. He looked down at me, good thing I had worn lace?

He got red and whispered some swears under his breath as he held my sides. He took his index finger and rubbed it up and down my slit, I shivered and looked up at him. 

He moved his hands under my shirt and up to my breasts, he grabbed them and squeezed them ever so slightly. I grabbed his hand and moved it to my neck. He smiled and began to squeeze it, I smiled back. He massaged my clit through my panties. "So wet, just for me? I'm flattered." He moved my underwear to the side, then took his finger, and rubbed my clit. I bit my lip slightly.

Abruptly, he stopped and aggressively shoved it in. I grabbed his arm and dug my nails in. He covered my mouth to keep me quiet. It hurt a little but after he went in and out a few times it began to feel euphoric. I never wanted it to stop. 

He put another finger in, and another. "Fuck!" I screamed. He moved his fingers in and out aggressively. I nearly screamed. I felt a shiver go down my spine, and my back arched. Right before I came, he sped up and curled his fingers inside of me. I felt myself release onto his hand. He pulled his fingers out and spread them, looking at the discharge that had covered his hands. He licked them until they were clean. 

He looked back down at me, "So good." he praised. "Yes, so good." I agreed. My chest was going up and down, I had never felt something so painful yet pleasureful. "Again." I demanded. He shrugged and smiled. "Alright," he said, tearing off the towel he had been wearing loosely around his waist. 

Resting on my elbows, I looked up. My eyes widened and my heart sped up as he revealed his massive cock. He smiled. This motherfucker knew he was big, he knew. I smiled and sat up, grabbing his sides and pushing him onto the bed. He looked surprised, yet happy. 

I spat on his cock before putting an inch or two in my mouth. "Don't tease, dear." he begged. "Not now." he grabbed my hair and removed my head from his cock. He went to his dresser and pulled out a leash. He clipped it onto the collar he had put on me. 

He grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at him. "Choke bitch." he commanded. I nodded and put about three inches in. He grabbed my head and shoved the rest of him down my throat, I gagged and felt tears stream down my cheeks. He groaned and threw his head back. I bobbed my head back and forth, choking and desperately trying to fit it all. 

A thick, warm substance filled the back of my throat, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. It was painful and agonizing but I wanted it, I love how it hurts. He grabbed the sheets and tried to beg for me to stop but all he did was stutter over his words and moan pathetically. 

The warm substance filled my throat once again. I finally removed his cock from my throat and stood up. He stuttered over his words once again. He waited for a minute before grabbing a massage gun from his closet. He walked back over and turned it on, smiling sadistically.  

He put it near your entrance and increased the speed. Gripping the sheets, I screamed. "M-Michael!" I screamed. "Say it again." he demanded. "Michael!" I screamed. "That's right." he praised again. He pushed the machine further in and I felt my back arching and my eyes rolling into the back of my head. 

I felt myself self-release all over the machine. He didn't stop, this was my payback for earlier. My legs started to ache and quiver. He didn't stop even after my back arched and my legs were tired, he went in and out. He stopped with the machine and shoved his dick in me.

I felt my hole stretch around his massive cock. He bent down and let me grab onto his back or his hair, just whatever I could get my hands on. I screamed his name again and he groaned out a praise. "Good girl." he groaned out, between curses and grunts. 

He left more and more hickeys on my neck. 

After another hour of being completely dominated and destroyed, he finally came, and I felt the warm, thick liquid seep out of me. I checked the time, it was 7 AM. I had to rush out of his room and to my class, sprinting across campus and to my lecture. Surprisingly, I got there early. Michael arrived around five minutes after me. 

Only a few kids were in the room, most of them were smoking or reading. I just sat and put my head down. The teacher always entered the class at the latest, so all the kids were already in the room by the time he came in too. 

I had been sitting for a while before I heard the all-too-familiar sound of heels on the wooden floors of the classroom. "Fuck..." I murmured. It was Olivia Rogers. This bitch had been bullying me since grade school.  Michael had sat right next to me, why wouldn't he have? He immediately went to sleep. 

Olivia walked up to me and started her shit. "Ooh~" she taunted. "I see you finally have Maxwell a chance!" she jeered. I just rolled my eyes; she had commented on the state of my bruised neck. Maxwell McCann had liked me since kindergarten, he wasn't a bad guy, just weird and ugly. He also smelled on the account of him being shoved into the trashcans by the 'popular kids'.

"Fuck off," I said, laying my head back down on the desk. She grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the podium where Mr. Greg usually stood. "Hey everybody!" she yelled. "Look at Rei! She finally gave ol' Maxy a chance!" she mocked. 

At this point, everyone was in class and tears were rolling down my cheeks and my head hurt from her pulling my hair. "Look at her neck!" she screamed. People were laughing and I was crying. I closed my eyes and tried to drown out her voice but that seemed to make it worse. 

A voice stood out from the crowd, Michael's.

"Actually, Olivia..." he stopped and started to laugh. "She gave me a chance. So why don't you fuck off and give me my girlfriend back." he said, his tone Icy and stale. He was a dick but even I was scared. "Mikey! No, I'm sorry. I love you!" she begged. He pulled me away and sat me on my feet, passionately kissing me in front of her. "Looks like nobody knew you were mine, guess we'll have to get some more proof." he suggested, tapping at the marks on my neck. I nodded and smiled as he lifted me up and back to our seats, setting me on his lap instead. 

"I'm gonna make you cry like that." he threatened. I moaned into his ear and massaged his crotch. "Don't threaten me with a good time." I retorted. He laughed nervously and grabbed my waist, pulling me into a violent kiss as Olivia watched. 

"I love you."

"I love you too." 

(I WROTE THIS MONTHS AGO; I PROMISE I'VE IMPROVED) (IT'S SO BAD I KNOW)