Ticci Toby Goggles Novels & Stories

Toby brought an awkward hand up, rubbing her back in a soothing way until he heard sniffles and the faint smell of salt. “Are you crying?” Toby froze before he parted from the hug to look at her, and true to his words, fat drops of tears were dripping out of her eyes, and he panicked. “Oh no. Ariel, please don’t cry.” All he could think was that he was digging his early grave if Kane even got a hint that his mate had been crying, and he just stood there. Toby produced the hanky he always had in his pocket, and he dabbed it on her eyes gently, careful not to touch her skin.

Todd looked up, his eyes widening slightly as he took in my appearance—my flushed skin, my dilated pupils, the way I was barely holding myself together. "Omega heat?" Todd asked quietly. "Just give me the blockers," I snapped. Todd moved quickly, retrieving a vial of liquid and a pair of special gloves designed to prevent scent transfer. "Drink this. It will suppress your reaction to the scent. And wear these when you touch him." I downed the liquid in one gulp, grimacing at the bitter taste. Then I pulled on the gloves and grabbed a bowl, filling it with ice from Todd's storage. "Do you need help?" Todd offered.

said Hilda to Toby, who was standing next to her. With a loathsome expression, Toby took the loudspeaker out from the car and turned it on. Clearing his throat, Toby took a deep breath and said, "Mr. McCoy, I can heal your wife's eyes! Mr. McCoy, I can heal your wife's eyes! Mr. McCoy, I can heal your wife's eyes!" Toby's amplified voice was spread across a 5 kilometer radius from where they stood, and it was as loud as the wet market in Taadi City at 6 AM.

“This will take four hours at least. Might as well be comfortable.” Raya raised an eyebrow. “Comfortable? Or is this just an excuse to get me horizontal again?” Tobi’s smile was slow and wicked. “Can’t it be both?” He helped her out of her clothes, this time she’d worn a wrap dress that came off easily, until she was naked except for her panties. He laid her on the pillows on her side, arranging them to support her body perfectly. “Ready?” he asked as he pulled on fresh gloves and prepared his inks, vibrant reds, oranges, yellows for the flames; deep blues and purples for shadows; metallic gold for highlights.

A second before that, I grabbed the girl and put her head back under the covers. - What's going on here? - Tobias stood in the doorway and looked with surprised eyes at the puffing and fighting heap of rags. At the sound of Toby's voice, the crowd froze and hid. - Come out! - my roar was able to scare anyone. - What? Tobias didn't immediately understand what was going on. - Get out of here! If you see at least a centimeter of what you don’t need, you will live the rest of your life without eyes!

“You gag, I pull out. Clear?” Toby nodded. “Good.” He let go. Toby leaned forward, lips parting. His tongue flicked out, just once, catching the salty taste of skin. Then again, a longer lick from base to tip. The man groaned above him. “That’s it.” Toby wrapped one hand around the base and opened wide. He took the head into his mouth slowly. His lips stretched wide, jaw aching already. He went lower, inch by inch, until he couldn’t anymore.

As soon as Caddaric took the goggles, the device melted. “Smart move,” Caddaric said under his breath. He could foresee that Invisible was good with technology and since there was going to be a sand storm, he had to protect his sister, thereby giving the goggles to her. From where Allan watched, his raging heart calmed instantly. If Caddaric had kept the goggles for himself, then his plans would have been ruined. Caddaric settled for that option because his sister was still cuffed to him. Even if he couldn't see, he could still keep her close.

It was a mess of sweaty jerseys and loud cheering. "You’re back! We knew you’d be back!" Mark shouted, nearly knocking me over with a hug. "Did you see the quad?" Toby asked, laughing as he pulled me into the center of the room. "I told you we had your back! Did you see my sign? It was neon pink! I had to steal the marker from the girl’s dorm!" "I saw it, Toby," I said, laughing so hard my chest hurt. "The pink really brought out your eyes."

"Toby has been begging to witness my pleasure. I think it's time we showed him exactly what a real man can do to his Mistress." I looked back at Toby. He was panting, his eyes wide and fixed on Jagger's massive frame. "Hands behind your back, pig. If I see so much as a finger twitch toward your cock, I'll have you locked in the cage for a month. You are to watch. You are to listen. And you are to edge until I tell you otherwise."

The one wearing the leather jacket with his camera hung over his neck, he leaned his back on his sleek black motorbike, bowing his curly hair low she could feel all confidence of delivering the message slowly dissipate into thin air. "Miss Benny,” he raised his head up, acknowledging her with a small smile to which she reciprocated. "Toby," she called out, walking closer to him, "I'm sorry but..umm, Yara isn't ready to see you." She said, giving him an apologetic smile. Toby shrugged, morphing his pink lips which had the deep shade of brown lined under it into a pout making him look cuter than he already was, "okay."