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Bully
Toby x Male reader
Reader uses he/him and has a penis
summary: you and toby get paired up for a group project, he pressures you into letting him come over to work on it, antics ensue
Genres: Smut
warnings/content: SLUR USE, bullying obvi, degradation, dubcon/noncon, male reader is made to cross dress(skirts and lingerie), , toby likes to hurt you, humiliation, low key blackmail, LIKE SERIOUSLY TOBY IS MEAN HERE AND HE LIKES EMBARRASSING YOU HES SO NASTY HERE
To avoid any confusion, in my headcanons Toby has a stutter as well as but separate from his tourette’s. I am not writing his tics, I am writing his stutter.
Group projects. The bane of your existence. The absolute worst way to go about getting things done.
You were an adult, you were more than capable of doing an assignment on your own. Group projects never once worked in your favor. Your group was always lazy or uncooperative or just didn’t show up all together.
This was going to be awful.
You watched with growing dismay as people paired off to begin working. One by one your professor called names, and you still remained. The anticipation was killing you.
Finally he turned and pointed in your direction.
“You, you’re with–” He glanced at his paper.
“...Tobias.”
You were going to cry.
Your jaw dropped as you looked over at Toby. He was leaning back in his chair with his muddy shoes on the desk, smirking at you, his messy nest of dark brown hair going in all directions.
You hated him. And to your knowledge, he hated you. He pushed you in the hallways, messed up your stuff, dumped your backpack out. He acted like a middle school bully from a movie.
His words replayed in your mind as you stared at his smug face.
“Awww, are y-you gonna cry? What a little bitch.”
“H-Have you been avoiding me? You know damn well I told you n-not to do that.”
“I-If you have such an issue with me you should do s-something about it, but of course you w-won’t. You’re too much of a pussy.”
He was an awful, vulgar boy.
You stared down at your desk.
Your life was over. The world was ending. The ground was crumbling beneath your feet. Everything–
Oh shit, the bell rang.
You gathered your stuff as quickly as you could, not looking back as you hurried out of the classroom. Maybe you could make it to the parking lot before he found you, maybe–
“Hey, where do you think y-you’re going?” A deep voice spoke from behind you, accompanied by a strong hand gripping your shoulder.
Dammit.
“Um, I–“
“We’re p-partners, aren’t we? We should work together.” His smile would’ve seemed genuine if he was literally anyone else, but on him it was unsettling.
“Well, yeah, but, um…” You trailed off, trying desperately to think of an excuse but your mind was blank.
“How about,” he began, turning you around rather forcefully, “we h-head over to your place, yeah? We can start our research or whatever-r.”
“I–”
Oh god, why weren’t you SAYING ANYTHING?!
“Sounds great! You’ve g-got a car, right? We’ll take that!”
And now he’s shoving you along to the parking lot. Great.
Unfortunately for you, you had no idea what you just got forced to do agreed to.
He put a hand on your lower back and kept it there the entire way, making sure you kept up with him. He was talking up a storm despite the fact that you didn’t really respond; his words were meaningless chatter filled to the brim with curses and innuendos that always made your face heat up. You stared down at your feet the whole way, your mind racing with thoughts of what on earth he could possibly have planned.
You only came back to reality when you found yourself starting your car, Toby in the passenger's seat beside you, feet up on the dash.
“I h-hope your house isn’t a fucking pig sty. You better have good booze t-too.”
You weren’t even there yet and he was already being demanding.
You wanted to tell him to shut his trap, but you knew you couldn’t. You were too afraid. Toby was right, you were kind of a pussy. You really, really didn’t want to anger him, so you endured his bullying.
You sighed as you began backing out of your parking space.
You ignored him the whole way there, though he didn’t seem to mind. He rambled on anyway. He didn’t let his condition stop him from being talkative, which would be admirable if he wasn’t such an asshole.
You didn’t say a word when you pulled into your driveway and got out of your car. You really, really didn’t want him in your house, but you were in too deep to refuse him
now. Your hands were shaky when you grabbed your house key and unlocked the door.
“Um, here it is,” You said quietly, stepping to the side to let Toby enter. He wasted no time, walking in like he owned the place and promptly kicking off his shoes.
“You got this whole p-place to yourself?”
“No, my parents live here,” you answered, voice barely above a whisper.
“Then where are they no-ow?”
“Um, vacation ‘til next week.”
“Oh?”
He smiled at you in a familiarly unsettling manner. Oh god, why did you tell him that?! Now he knows you’re here alone! Oh fuck–
He walked over to you and put his hand on your back again.
“At least we won’t be interrupted, r-right?” He said through a toothy grin. His tone was much more ominous than it should have been, and it sent a chill down your spine.
“Um–” You couldn’t muster a full sentence, your mouth dry with a sudden fear.
He moved his hand to your shoulder and shoved you with all his strength, laughing as you stumbled, trying not to fall from the sudden force.
“Let’s-s go up to your room, yeah?”
You didn’t turn to look at him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your face contorted in embarrassment. You only nodded as you turned to head towards the stairs.
You didn’t see the way Toby shamelessly eyed up your ass as you walked. God, those dress pants made you look so fucking good.
You felt a sense of dread as your door creaked open, Toby a few steps behind you. You didn’t want him in your house, let alone your personal space, but he’d already pushed past you and let himself in.
“Nice place ya got h-here.” He commented, flopping down on your bed. You opened your mouth to protest, but quickly thought better of it. You could wash everything later.
You set your bag down and pulled out some books and a binder, when you realized you were missing something.
“Oh, I think my laptop is downstairs. I’ll be right back.”
You hurried out of the room and shut the door behind you, desperately needing a moment to collect your thoughts. You really did leave your laptop downstairs, but you needed a minute. Or two. Or twenty.
“Hurry the fuck up!” Toby called after you.
It only took a few seconds for him to decide he was bored. Maybe some snooping would entertain him for a bit. You had to have some sort of awful secret thing hidden in here. There’s no way a perfect little student like you didn’t have a dirty secret, right? Maybe a porn stash, or stolen money, anything that would make you look bad.
He checked under the mattress, nothing hidden there. He checked under your bed, nothing but a few lost socks. He checked your closet, everything seemed normal.
He groaned dramatically.
Absolutely nothing.
He was starting to give up hope as he pulled open your drawers one by one.
Then he saw it.
Stuffed in the very bottom drawer was a stack of skirts, accompanied by a couple of very expensive looking pairs of lacy underwear.
He gasped, his face breaking out into his signature sinister grin.
His eyes were drawn to two things in particular: A black skirt with frills and a seemingly matching pair of underwear, both with white bows on the sides.
Oh, this was exactly what he wanted.
When you’d finally collected yourself and worked up the courage to head back to your room and face him, you had no idea what was in store for you. You were still looking at the floor when you opened the door and closed it behind you, laptop tucked under your arm.
“Ok, now we can–“
Your heart dropped when you looked up, your laptop crashing to the floor.
Toby had the black skirt draped over his arm and the lingerie in the same hand. His other hand held his phone, and he had already taken plenty of photos. And yet, he kept taking more. This was just too good.
“What are you doing?!” You shrieked, trying to snatch the clothing from him. Unfortunately for you he was six feet tall, and it was more than easy enough for him to simply hold them above your head.
“Awww, are y-you embarrassed that i found your dirty little secret?” He teased in the most demeaning tone he could muster. “Not t-to mention that now I’ve g-got proof that you’re a little slut.” He waved his phone in the air.
You could already feel your eyes start to tear up. Oh god, this couldn’t be happening.
“I-I am not!” You argued, weakly tugging on his arm. “Please, Toby! It’s none of your business! Delete them!”
“Give me one good reason w-why I should!” He yelled back, pushing you to the ground. You landed with a small yelp.
Toby put his phone in his back pocket so he could use both hands to inspect the items.
“You’re the one leaving your shit o-out in the open for m-me to find.” Okay, that was a lie, but it’s not like it mattered. Plus, the more blame he could put on you the better.
“P-Please, Toby.” You whined.
“P-P-P-Pleeeaasee Toby!” He mocked, imitating your voice. “What? You worried I’m gonna t-tell everyone you’re a nasty fuckin’ fag?” You shrunk back in embarrassment, looking at the ground.
When he looked back at the clothing in his hand, he couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild. If you looked that damn good in dress pants, you’d only look better in these–
His eyes lit up with an idea.
“Put ‘em on.”
You froze. No, there’s no way he just said that.
“What?” You whispered, not daring to look up at him.
He knelt down in front of you, speaking in a low tone. “Put ‘em on for me. Now.” He grabbed your face roughly, forcing you to look at him.
“No, I can’t,” You choked out, tears threatening to spill over.
“Oh, but you can. After all, it would be a sh-shame if these photos made their rounds around the school-l.” He patted his back pocket where he was keeping his phone.
“You wouldn’t!”
“Oh, but I would. Buuuut…” He shoved the skirt and lingerie into your hands. “If y-you behave for me, this can stay between us.”
You gripped the fabric hard, weighing your options. Finally you nodded, Toby letting go of you and stepping back.
You stood on shaky legs, turning towards the door. Just when your hand was on the knob, Toby spoke, stopping you in your tracks.
“I didn’t tell you to leave.”
You shuddered.
“You asked me to put them on, I’m just going to the bathroom,” You replied, meekly looking back at him.
“I didn’t tell you to leave.” He repeated, quickly becoming frustrated when you just stood there. “Turn around.”
You could feel your lip quivering when you whispered a “no, please.”
“Turn around. Now.”
This time you managed to make your body move, turning to face him but not moving your gaze from the floor.
“Put them on. I’m n-not asking again.”
He paused. When that didn’t seem to work, he spoke again, getting closer this time and leaning down to be eye level with you.
“If y-you don’t fucking listen to me, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and dress you m-myself. Nod if you understand.”
You nodded. You had no other choice.
“Good boy.” He praised, his words laced with degradation as he patted your head. He pulled up your bean bag chair and flopped down in it so he had a good view.
“Gimme a show, pretty boy.”
You would never admit it, but his words made your cock twitch.
You turned away from him as you went to unzip your pants, fumbling with it for a few moments.
“Nuh-Uh!” Toby suddenly interrupted. “S-Shirt first. I don’t want you in a-anything except what I picked out. And turn around, or else.”
It took all of your courage to face him, trembling hands clumsily unbuttoning your collared shirt.
“Thaaats it,” He groaned. He adjusted his sitting position, legs open and hard-on painfully obvious. “Niiiice ‘n’ slow.”
The cold air hit you hard when you slipped off your shirt, letting it fall to the ground. You sucked in a breath, glancing up at Toby through your now wet lashes.
You bit your lip as you hesitantly moved your hands back down to your zipper. You hoped so badly that he would call it off, that he would laugh and tell you it was all a joke, but he didn’t.
So, with shaky hands you slipped your pants off and kicked them to the side. A strangled noise escaped Toby’s throat. Everything you wore hugged you so perfectly, and now that he could get a good look at your bulge you looked even better.
You gulped as you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your boxers. Toby could clearly see you trembling. You were so pathetic and submissive, and that was exactly how he liked you. You’d do anything he asked, whether you wanted to or not.
He let you squirm in place for a few moments before he spoke.
“C’mon, you can d-do it.” For some reason, you could sense just the slightest hint of reassurance behind his words, but you quickly shook away this thought.
You took in a deep breath, biting your tongue, and slid your hands downward, bringing your boxers with them. You could feel your entire body heat up, every inch of you on fire.
You didn’t want to stand back up. You were hidden well this way, so you grabbed the lingerie and started stepping into them while still bent over.
“Stand up.”
Goddammit. He wasn’t giving you anything.
“N-No.” You managed to reply.
“Yes. I’m not fucking asking.”
Silence from you.
“Now, bitch. Let me see what I came here for. Or else–I c-could always send the pictures now?”
You flinched just from his words.
Still gripping the lingerie, you shakily stood all the way up, hugging yourself as hard as you could. You stared at a spot on the wall, focusing all your energy into pretending this wasn’t happening.
“Oh my g-god,” Toby muttered. “You’re fuckin’ massive.” He seemed genuinely amazed. He was looking forward to making fun of you for being small, but this was a welcome alternative.
“Aww, and you’re already half hard! Don’t t-tell me you’re enjoying this, whore.”
You clamped a hand over your mouth. You leaned back over to step into the lingerie, cringing when you brought them all the way up. They barely covered you, which was the point, but this was not a scenario you ever expected to be using them in, not to mention they were fitting less and less of you the harder you got.
Putting on the skirt was the least painful part of the process. The only issue was that zipping it up in the back with shaky hands was easier said than done.
You froze when you heard Toby chuckle.
“Looks-s like you’re struggling a bit. C’mere, let me h-help.” He said, patting his lap.
You took a hesitant step forward, then another, then another, until you were lowering yourself onto his lap. He wrapped a strong arm around you and pressed you as close as he could, simply holding you there for a long moment. You cautiously moved to rest your hands on his sides, and he let out a small, content sigh.
It was almost…nice.
His free hand moved to yank up on the zipper of your skirt rather roughly, bringing a small yelp out of you.
Toby pushed back to get a better look at you, moving your hands to his shoulders.
“Aren't you a pretty th-thing.”
His rands ran up and down your sides, taking in the bare skin. His thumbs ghosted over your chest, making you shudder.
Eventually his hands moved down to your thighs, giving them a soft squeeze. When they moved back up, they went under your skirt, shamelessly groping you. He lifted the skirt to get a better look at your back end, licking his lips.
“Pretty, pretty, pretty.” He repeated under his breath.
He nuzzled into your neck gently. His hands roamed anywhere they could get to. Your legs, your back, your chest, anywhere he could touch, and it kept your entire body tense. You kept expecting him to make some sort of violent sudden movement, to hit you or push you over, but he never did. He was slow and steady.
“You look s-so good in this, I couldn't bear to take them off-f you.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Was that his way of telling you this torture was finally over?
Suddenly his hands moved to your hips, his grip tightening. He pushed them outward so that you were sort of bending over, your back end out. He pushed the lingerie to the side to shove two fingers in you without warning, and without any sort of lubrication, making you let out a pathetic cry.
Oh, it was far from over.
“Toby–!”
“Shhhhh…”
He thrusted his fingers in and out of you at a rough pace, hitting as deep as he could, never slowing despite your protests. Truth be told it was mostly just to prolong your embarrassment.
“Toby please, stop–! you’re going too fast!”
“Aww, am I-I hurting you? Are you too fuckin’ weak to even take m-my fingers? Pathetic.”
Your whines and whimpers only encouraged him, and soon he was adding a third finger. His free hand held a tight grip on your hair, keeping you in place. Your now fully erect cock twitched with every movement, and you found yourself desperately gripping onto his sweatshirt for dear life. You cursed yourself when you got the urge to wrap your arms around him. He was surprisingly warm, and you wanted so badly to just collapse against him.
But you hated him, right?
And he hated you, right?
“Toby–! I-I cant, please–! No more!”
Just when you were ready to lose your mind, just when you were sure you couldn’t possibly take any more of the abuse, he pulled his fingers out suddenly. You breathed a sigh of relief, letting your body finally relax, Your chin resting on his shoulder.
Although, the calm wouldn't last very long.
His hand slid down to grip your wrist, moving your hand to his belt.
“Take it off.”
You knew better than to hesitate this time. You unbuckled his belt and slid it off, to which he promptly discarded it. He looked at you expectantly, wondering if you’d figure out what he wanted you to do next on your own.
You glanced up at him for approval when your hands moved to his zipper, and when he nodded, you tugged it down. He ran his tongue over his teeth and swallowed hard. He was already having trouble controlling himself, but he wanted so badly to take his time.
Even beneath his boxers you could tell he was huge, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t scare you a bit.
You slipped two fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and sucked in a deep breath before pulling them down just enough for his erection to spring free. He threw his head back, letting out a moan.
“Fuuuck, that’s s-so much better.”
God, he was big. He couldn’t help but laugh at the way your eyes widened.
He moved to grip your hips once more, this time pushing the lingerie to the side as he positioned you over his cock.
“Toby?” You rasped in a whispery tone. There’s no way he thought that thing was gonna fit in you.
“Yeeeessss?”
“You–Y-You’re not gonna–That’s not gonna fit!”
You hid your face in the crook of his neck.
“Awww, don’t worry b-baby.” He replied, his hot breath fanning over your neck.
“I’ll make it fit.”’
You didn’t get a second to process his words before he shoved you down, forcing you to take all of him at once, and you screamed.
“Toby! Stop it! It’s too big! Please!”
But he ignored you.
He wasted no time finding a brutal pace, pounding into you like his life depended on it.
The stretch was almost unbearable, leaving you to dig your nails deep into his shoulders; not that he could feel it. It was heavy in your belly, too, and when he was all the way in you could see the outline of his cock inside you.
At least you didn’t have to do much of the work…although, the fact that he was strong enough to physically lift you up and down on his cock was terrifying.
“Toby, please! It hurts–!”
“It fucking better!” He growled, showing his teeth like a feral animal. He was practically foaming at the mouth, drooling through gritted teeth. He was losing his mind.
You could already feel your hips bruising with the vicious hold he had on you. Each thrust was accompanied by an animalistic grunt and the occasional curse.
“God, fuck! T-Tight little bitch!”
He was panting like a dog now, tongue unfurled as he moaned shamelessly.
You, on the other hand, were trying so, so desperately to keep quiet, but with each thrust another strangled noise of depravity slipped through your gritted teeth.
“Toby,” You whimpered, resting your head on his shoulder. You gave in and wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tight as you could.
It was nice.
He was warm.
A gentle gesture juxtaposed with the way he was jackhammering into you with all his strength.
His teeth sunk into your shoulder, not incredibly hard, but more than enough to hurt.
You whined, turning your head so that your lips just barely ghosted over his neck. In a moment of boldness you planted a gentle kiss on his jaw, then another on his neck.
This made him happier than you would ever know.
“Oh g-god. You make it so hard t-to last.” He could feel himself coming undone, but he sure as hell wasn’t finishing before you.
You were bouncing on your own now, meaning he could use a hand to dip under your skirt and into your underwear, wrapping a hand around your cock and fisting it as fast as he could.
“Toby! Too much!” You protested, but your words had no weight to them. You made no effort to stop or even slow your movements, loving the way he hit all of the perfect spots inside of you. He left no part untouched.
“Is my pretty b-boy gonna cum? Are you?”
You could only nod in response, your attempt at words coming out as a mess of moans and whines.
“C’mon then baby, you c-can do it.”
His words were enough to push you over the edge, and with one last cry you released all over his hand, soaking your skirt and expensive lingerie.
Oh well, he was more than willing to get you more.
“Oh god–! Just when i thought you c-couldn’t possibly get any fuckin’ tighter–!” He slurred through gritted teeth, absolutely relishing in the way you clenched around him.
His pace was becoming erratic, both of his hands back on your hips now as he effortlessly moved your body as if you weighed nothing.
“G-Gonna fuckin’ fill you to the brim–”
He sunk his teeth into your shoulder again, harder this time, spots of red staining his pearly whites as he thrusted into you for the last few times, his moans muffled by your flesh between his teeth as he came inside of you.
With what little of your voice you had left you managed to scream his name one last time.
Finally he slowed to a stop, his cum leaking down your legs despite his best efforts to keep it inside of you. It was warm and thick, and he put a gentle hand on your belly where we could tell you’d been filled. You didn’t think you’d ever be empty again.
You fell forward against him, not even bothering to pull yourself off of his cock. You both wrapped your arms around each other, catching your breath in a comfortable silence. He rubbed up and down your back gently, nuzzling into your neck.
When you finally sat up again, you immediately met his eyes. They were no longer intimidating and cold, instead filled with content and a soft happiness. He leaned forward to give you a long but tender kiss.
“H-Hey,” He spoke when he pulled away.
“D’ya th-think I could spend the night?”
i think ive finally decided helluva boss vs hazbin hotel
i mean
i love hazbin but that trailer was so good??
and also
only one of them is gonna have harvey guillen
I do not, I confess, recall much of anything about Renfield in either of the adaptations of Dracula I have encountered. But I'm pretty sure he wasn't beaten to death as he attempted to defend Mina.
I am flabbergasted.
In the school play I was in, he was comic relief and survived. In Coppola's movie... I don't remember. Does anyone know what happens to him? Does he sacrifice himself for Mina??
I'm so totally floored.
I always thought he was an evil character. He wants to eat cats ffs. I did NOT see this coming.
So uh I was doing my welcome back pulls and-
I literally cannot open the game again until PlayStation because I know me and I know DAMN well I will be tempted to read lore I am DEFINITELY not supposed to know yet