Ticci Toby Hoodie Novels & Stories

asked Novi. The middle-aged woman who had been standing not far from Novi and Diki's position. He walked closer to Novi and Diki. "It's imported Moscrape material and size XL. It fits 40-70 kg in weight. For color choices, there are only maron, army, navy and lastly tosca." The middle-aged woman replied at length. Novi looked at the tosca colored t-shirt and she turned to Diki. "If you like it, then take it and I'll agree to buy the clothes." Diki said with a flat facial expression.

Toby scoffed, pushing his way through the wolves crowding around me. I smiled at him in confusion before noticing the blindfold in his hand. Expertly, he secured it over my eyes and led me to my room in the packhouse. I plopped down on the bed as he tore through my closet after removing the blindfold. The huffs coming from inside told me he wasn’t happy with any of my wardrobe. He finally settled on a teal, a line dress that stopped at my knees, paired with my only black flats. “This will have to do.” Toby said, shoving the dress into my hands. “Now go shower and change while I get ready in my own room.”

Her red brimmed hat finally fell in between someone’s rubber shoes. Tiffie’s eyes widened when she saw the unfamiliar face. He picked up the red brimmed hat and walked towards her direction. She thought to hide herself from him. But her tactic did not work out when he was already in front of her. His wearing an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt that exposed his broad chest. She could smell his familiar masculine scent which almost similar with Bobby’s.

“It’s just been… heavy at home.” “Well, heavy is what I’m here to fix,” Toby said, bumping his shoulder against mine. “The guys are heading out to the cove tonight. Bonfire, cheap beer, maybe some questionable guitar playing. You should come. Get some sand in your shoes and forget about the ‘Titan of Industry’ for five minutes.” The invitation felt like a life raft. A night under the stars with people my own age, talking about music and midterms instead of the weight of a secret that could destroy three lives.

It was rather alarming. The Chiyad who had led the challengers in that pack were… big. Not all of them. But definitely the leader. He had black hair and almost golden-yellow eyes. I was proud and humbled by the physique I had grown over the last few years. But even I was smart enough to realize this guy was not one to mess with. Toby chewed on a chicken wing. “Think he’s challenging for Beta?” The mere mention of it made my ice run cold.

The merman outsized the human in every way, Lyric thought. “No,” she said darkly. “But from this side of the cage door, I’m not sure that’s a bad thing.” Toby looked wounded and shrugged. “Whatever, have it your way,” he said and hunched his shoulders as he walked towards the door. At the last second, he paused and yanked open a cupboard. He pulled out a foil-wrapped package and a bottle of water and carried it over to Niarthen’s cage. “Here,” he said through his teeth. “Food and water.”

Tate turned to Toby and uttered, “You’re my Gamma, minister. You’re bound to stand with your Alpha.” Toby smirked as everyone started chuckling and he rebutted, “Unless you stand against the queen, in which case, you’re on your own. The most humiliating thing to have written on my tombstone would be ‘slaughtered by a five feet creature’.” Christian snorted and started chuckling, so did Weaver. For some reason, Xandar had the urge to correct Toby, “Lucy is actually five-foot three after being marked, Toby.” This made Christian laugh even louder.

I hit a massive climax within three minutes, my legs locking around his head. "AH-AH-AH-AHHHH!" Grrrrrrrr! The alarm. "Time," I gasped, breathless and weak, shoving his sweaty chest away. "Step back. Toby. Your turn." Student 5: Toby Toby was the youngest-looking boy, with a face full of freckles. But his cock was a surprise—it was dark, heavy, and extremely vein-y. He looked terrified as he climbed over me, his hands shaking as he touched my waist.

Tobias removed his hoodie and unveiled his face. The way he blatantly complimented me made the heat rush to my face. The coincidence surely creeped me out, but Tobias didn’t seem like the guy who could kidnap someone. He didn’t scream danger, unlike some guys that I knew. It was pure joviality and good nature. I mean, he was too sweet to even stalk me.

~ ALAN~ I rode up to Toby’s dorm building just past eight on Saturday morning. The spare helmet was strapped securely to the back of my seat, and my pulse was racing faster than it usually did before a major game. I wanted today to go well. I wanted him to enjoy himself. When Toby finally stepped through the glass doors of the building, he looked like he was walking toward a firing squad. His face was pale, his shoulders were hitched up to his ears, and his fingers were tangled tightly into the hem of his oversized gray hoodie.