'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

Homicidal Liu

"Get out." He snapped. "What?" I whispered. "Get out, you fucking whore!" He screamed. "No! We do this every fucking day, so I need you to listen!" I protested.

He picked up his knife, slinging it at me from across the room. It missed barely; a warning. "Fuck you, Jeffery!" I yelled, storming out of the room.

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After three hours of waiting, I saw a figure approaching the mansion. "Finally," I teased. My eyes were still red from the tears and my face was wet. "Jeff?" He questioned, taking a seat next to me on the ground. Without my answer, he put his an around me.

"Liu, he told me he fucked Nina last night," I admitted. "He did what?" Liu snapped. "No, don't. It's okay, " I assured. "Did he cut you?" He inquired. "He tried."

I looked up at him; his breath fell softly against my face. Slowly, I moved up, pressing my lips softly on his. They were chapped and cracked but felt so nice. "Will you help get back at him with me?" I teased.

"If that means what I think it means, then yes." He joked. I pecked him again, grabbing his hand to guide him as I walked inside the mansion. Once we reached the room, I pushed him into the bed, not bothering to lock the door.

I wanted to get caught.

I smashed my lips against his greedily, eager for the feeling of his warmth on mine. Straddling his chest, I gripped his shoulders, exploring his mouth with my tongue.

He grabbed my waist, flipping us over so he was on top. "Didn't mean to mislead you, but I'm the top here, darling," he chuckled. His lips met the skin of my neck, bruising it deeply as he sucked and kissed.

I tangled my fingers in his brunette hair, squeezing slightly as he found a very nice spot. "That's just what I was looking for," he taunted. He abused the sweet spot, making me clamp my fingers.

As he treaded lower with the kisses, he reached the waistband of my shorts. He pulled the fabric down with his teeth, leaving me in a big hoodie and underwear. His fingers slipped my underwear to the side.

I shivered at the coldness of his touch, earning a silent laugh. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yeah, yeah. Go ahead-" My sentence was cut short by his thumb rubbing my clit. "Mm," I moaned.

He continued rubbing my clit as his other hand's fingers slowly slid into me. I moaned, arching my back as he abused my spots. I soon came, releasing onto his fingers. He lifted his sticky fingers up, spreading them to watch the cum stretch.

His fingers went to his mouth, and he licked them clean, smearing the spit on my thighs. "You're a very good girl, you know that, right?" He asked. "Mhm, yeah," I whispered.

As he unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down, he revealed his size. My eyes widened, and Liu took notice. "An I bigger than him?" He teased. I nodded. Sliding his shirt over his head, he tossed it and his scarf onto the floor carelessly.

Placing his reddened, leaking tip at my entrance, his hands trailed up my torso, resting on my breast, while the other wrapped gently around my neck. "Are you ready to take my cock, honey?" He squeezed my thigh reassuringly.

"Yes, sir," I answered. Slowly, he pushed in, making me moan and arch my back. His fingers intertwined with mine, and he allowed me to adjust before he began to slowly pump.

"Fuck, Liu-" I choked, clawing at his torso. "What? Am I hurting you?" He asked, brows knitted. "Oh, God, no. It feels so fucking good-" I cried. He sighed, thrusting faster.

His cock hit my G-spot and I nearly screamed. His fingers were cold and rough, but touched so softly against my skin, rubbing circles into my hips as I cried out his name. "Liu!" I screamed.

"I'm close-" I whimpered. "Cum for me, honey," he smiled. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him down to me, smashing my lips against his, moaning into the kiss.

He lifted himself back up, tossing his head back, brunette hair sticking to his face. Drool fell from my mouth, coating my cheek. Liu's eyes met mine again, and he smiled stupidly. "You're so fucking sexy under me; fucking hell." He moaned.

I cried out loudly as my orgasm washed over me. "Oh, fuck, I love you so much, Liu!" I yelled, shaking beneath him. My hands clawed at his torso, leaving little red lines.

He smiled, squeezing my thighs, as he came inside of me. Just then, the door swung open, revealing a feral-looking Jeff. "You fucking slut!" He screamed.

Liu pulled out of me, fixing himself, before charging at Jeff. Pinning him to the ground, Liu lifted his knife above his head.

"Sweetheart, go ahead and leave; I'll come and get you in a minute!"

Creeps with animals

Feat: Eyeless Jack, 'Ticci' Toby, Jeff t.K, Hoodie/Brian, Masky/Tim, Laughing Jack, BEN Drowned, and Helen Otis/Bloody Painter.

BEN: Prefers lizards and insects but isn't opposed to loving bunnies and cats. Definitely researches different bugs and has a whole little notebook about them. Takes scary care of his pets and will go feral if you mess with them without his permission. Will talk your ear off about it if you let him shamelessly. Specifically likes to stick bugs the most. He collects small bugs he finds around the mansion and keeps them in jars. Names the bugs. Pet rabbit. Has jars of fireflies but lets them go after like two or three nights.

"Ben, what the hell is this?" you asked, grabbing the small buzzing jar. He hummed slightly, turning around, yet his eyes didn't leave his game until he was facing you completely. "Don't touch that!" he cried, snatching the glass from your grasp. "Okay, but what is it?" you repeated, crossing your arms over your chest with a chuckle. "His name is Greggley," he answered, placing the jar back on its high shelf. "I'm sorry, his name is fucking what?"

Eyeless Jack: Cat guy. Need I say more? has like eight fucking cats he found. Is way overprotective of them. Names them shit that will correlate to how he acquired them. Like, if he found them chasing a bird, their name would be some shit like "Birdie" or "Hunter" because it's cute. They claw at him like a scratching post, and you cannot convince me otherwise. He no longer wears shorts because of them. Gives them toys but is fully aware they will not be used. Can fit two in each hand. "You're not allergic to fur, are you?" Jack inquired. You shook your head quietly, a no. "Good,' he muttered. Opening the door, multiple cats rushed to him, rubbing against his legs and letting out loud meows. "Hello, princess!" he cooed, picking up a chubby calico. He rested the cat over his shoulder, beginning to pet its back. "Such a good kitty, aren't you?" he purred (get it? lmao) The kitten meowed in response, leaning into him more. "The cannibal demon man has cats..."

Jeff: He doesn't like small animals. Likes 'cool' animals, as he would say. Falcons, hawks, sharks, etc. Has a secret soft spot for sea otters. Would never admit it, though. Has had many fish in the past. None have survived for too long. His current fish is named "Bubbles" but he will not say its name. Only in his head. Aggressively nice to animals. Not allowed to have animals smaller than a cat. He will lose it. Cuddles with his animals. Feeds a stray dog. Smile dog. "Cute ass fish," he muttered, back cracking loudly as he stood upright from his crouched position. "Did you say something?" you inquired. "No, and even if I did, what's it matter to you?" he snapped. "Sorry," you ruefully replied, rolling your eyes. Sprinkling the food in the bowl, he squinted, as much as he can, at least, and said something else under his breath. Little did you know, he was calling his fish by its name.

Toby: Feeds every stray. Every single one. Cat, dog, rat. Doesn't matter to him. He has several rats and lets them crawl all over him. One is named "Gerard" and the other is named "Frank" because we stan My Chemical Romance <3333 Brings them places in his pocket around the mansion and in town. Never on missions. Kisses them on the head. They are chubby little rats, and he will not take criticism of them. They are his babies. "Toby, what the fuck is in your pocket?" Tim questioned, watching as the area wiggled around oddly. Toby moved his hand up, pulling out a black and white rodent. "Really? You brought the fucking rat to breakfast?" Brian joked. Toby shook his head, a no. "The fuck do you mean 'no'?" Tim angrily asked. Swallowing his food, a shit-eating grin plastered his face. Once again, he moved his hand up, pulling out another rat. "No, I brought them both."

Helen: Like four cats. They are not allowed in his studio. Many scars from them. They hide under his bed and get his legs when he walks by. Has run into many walls trying to avoid this. Does not trust them. Buys them that expensive ass kitty food and tuna. Cat treats. His cats know tricks for sure. They are mean. He jumps onto his bed from a distance away because of the fear of monsters under his bed (the cats) Names them after famous artists/poets. They give him even more mental instability. "Oh my fucking-" he cried, stopping mid-sentence to exhale loudly. The small black cat ravaged his ankles, kicking and thrashing to assert dominance. Bending over, he lifted the kitty from his limb, tossing it on the bed to continue his phone call. "Yeah, sorry. Mr. Sparkle Palooza bit me again," (I'm so sorry for the name)

Hoodie/Brian: He likes big dogs. Like German Shepherds, Golden retrievers, and any type of hound. Dogs go on as many walks as he can provide. Many, many treats. They are spoiled. He gives them scraps excessively. They sleep on his bed, despite having their own. Very well trained. "Sick em'" is his favorite surprise. Vicious ass dogs fr. Clips their nails regularly. Hates when he gets called a 'dog dad' or when his dogs are called 'fur babies' because it weirds him out. "Oh, godamnit. Can you fucking stop, you crazy asshole?" he muttered, attempting to hold the dog in place as the clippers came in contact with the animals' nails. You watched, amused, across the room as he swore to himself. "Need some help?" you joked. "No, (y/n), I do not need help."

Masky: No animals. Unless it's like a single cat, he's not down. However, does enjoy deer and other forest animals. Has been horseback riding. Enjoyed it thoroughly. No animals unless approved by him.

Laughing Jack: Endless animals. Cats, dogs, rats, mice, deer, birds. All of them but snakes. He hates snakes. But is super affectionate toward any other animal. "Jack, look what I found!" you cheered, holding up a small kitten. With wide eyes and a grinning face, he gently took it from your hand, cradling it as if it were as fragile as glass. "It's ours now."

(NOT PROOFREAD; I AM AWARE IT IS 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)

My creepypasta/marble hornets head canons (SFW)

Hoodie/Brian

Black coffee No cologne Picks at his skin or taps his foot Likes big dogs but feeds the stray cats Scar going down his chest from a fight w/ Masky Good friends with E.J. Likes kids, and wishes he could have them Won't have kids because of his line of work Closed off Selective mutism Anger issues but relatively calm Insomniac Scary dog privilege Hates being a proxy Refuses to take his mask off around the others Keeps camera on him at all times Loves literature Very smart Limited interests Majored in literature Sarcastic Low self esteem Listens to punk rock Hopeless romantic Speaks another language (Russian probably) Mature but can be petty Fatherly Plays piano Is very skilled at playing piano Cannot cook to save his fucking life Can sew Wakes up so damn early Lanky bitch Has no taste in fashion or decor Apartment is practically empty Honest Chews a lot of gum

Masky Stubborn Chubby Hairy motherfucker Intimidating Pours milk before cereal Will now refuse cheesecake (y'all ruined it) Black coffee favorite food is grilled cheese and tomato soup Basic bitch Loves AC/DC Classic rock Aerosexual Good at math Petty Strongly opinionated Bad at reading Needs glasses but refuses to get them Anger issues Can't cook

Toby

Clingy Manipulative attachment issues Likes chocolate milk Pyro Diet consists of milk, energy drinks, and random chips and snacks he can find Underweight but scarily strong Doesn't like spicy food Drools Nightmares Sleep paralysis Panic attacks Loves rodents Hates waking up early but he does because of his job Restless Draws on himself Lots of self-inflicted marks (IYKWIM) Ambidextrous Pyro Thinks about Lyra a lot Bites his nails when no one's around because he has to pull his mask down Listens to Mindless Self Indulgence, My Chemical Romance,  Get Scared, Avril Lavigne, Theory of a dead man, Paramore, Sleeping with Sirens, Crown the Empire, Linkin Park, System of a Down, Panic! At the Disco, Melanie Martinez, Green Day, Black Veil Brides, Arctic Monkeys, McCafferty, Mother Mother, Fall Out Boy, Pierce the Veil, Falling in Reverse, Bring Me the Horizon, Three Days Grace, Korn, Slipknot, etc. (I had to) Hums to himself Dyslexic Likes abandoned areas Very fast when running Great aim Band T-shirts Taps foot Energy drinks

Eyeless Jack

Gentle giant Doesn't like being called "Eyeless Jack" Goes by E.J or Jack Loud breather in his mask, completely silent without Doesn't take his mask off unless he's alone Sweet Scared of himself Goes through heat Trust issues Good fashion but can't wear most clothes because of his size Has Brian sew/adjust/make him clothes for money or whatever Honest Has seen every single Disney movie Hums and sings along to the songs Fatherly Slender's second favorite Mature Scars Human food tastes bad to him Only drinks water Can and will pierce your body if you ask Misses icecream

Jeff

Energy drinks and soda cans all over his room Band T-shirts Emo Slender's favorite Plays with Ben (gaming) Sore loser Likes to burn things Caffeine addiction Stupid teenager shit 13 (in my hc) Ribs are visible Pierced body; nipples, ears, cartilage, nose Fights with everyone Dyes his hair regularly

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Eyeless Jack NSFW hc's

Literally studied anatomy Uses his tongues Mf knows how to- Any hole Only in a safe place Like his room, your room, your house, cabin in the woods bc this motherfucket goes through heat Breeding kink Cum till your leaking Stamina Belly bulge Will press on the bulge so he can feel himself inside of you So much stamina Has to prep you Uses tongues for prep Knows his length Girth Like, the size of a fucking monster can And the length of a very big shampoo bottle (idk) Talks so sweet smile he's breaching your fucking womb Wants kids Milk him. Scratch him He bites Week make you scream Whimper, groan, loud breathing You have to have a safe word He marks you Says things like "Gonna breed you do fucking good," or "want me to fill you up? Wreck you till you can't walk?" But he won't degrade you. Only whisper how good you take him, how tight you are, and how you're his and only his. Aftercare consists of cleaning you up, making sure you're okay, and holding you.