Ticci Toby Hoodie Novels & Stories

Leo melted into her, his limbs loosening, hiccups fading into soft coos. She smiled without realizing it. “Hey, little man,” she whispered. “You’re supposed to be napping.” She kissed his head. He responded by kicking his feet, tears forgotten, fingers curling into her shirt. That was when she felt it. The weight of another presence. Toby. He sat in the corner, his small body folded inward, arms wrapped tight around a teddy bear. His shoulders sadly hunched for a four year old, chin pressed down. He hadn’t moved around much since she arrived.

Grace kept talking about getting what to eat instead but stop noticing Tory was already sleeping. Tory slept for hours before waking up,she felt her head ache as she stood up but didn't care, she kept on looking at her phone which had Brenden's picture as her wallpaper, she kept on gazing at the picture asking herself what was so special about this guy that makes it hard to forget about him. "Will you come, so we can get something to eat or do you still want to keep looking at Brenden's picture as if he will suddenly pop out of it"

I heard the deadbolt slide into place with a heavy, metallic thud. Then he ran back to the kitchen. He stopped in front of me, his chest heaving, his eyes wide and dark. "He's gone," he whispered. "I know," I said. I reached out and grabbed the hem of his hoodie. "Take this off." Toby lifted his arms and let me pull the hoodie over his head. He was naked underneath. The pale morning light hit his skin, illuminating the bruises I had left on his hips, the bite marks on his shoulders. He was a canvas painted by my desire.

right in front of the former Luna of the Blackwood pack. A dark, incredibly obvious flush rapidly crept up Toby’s heavily scarred neck, completely ruining his terrifying, lethal reputation. He instinctively tried to scramble to his feet to bow, but the two sleeping toddlers anchoring his arms to the floor made the tactical maneuver completely impossible. He was trapped.

I should not be thinking of someone else. "That shade of emerald absolutely brings out the green in your eyes, darling," Toby said, his voice a low, resonant hum as he snaked his arm around my waist. It felt nice to have his body next to mine. It briefly banished the thought of Nico from my mind A sales associate, with an air of quiet authority, appeared as if on cue. “Get that dress for the lady,” Toby said to the woman, “We’ll let you know if we find others we like”

Like I said, we're pretty much joined at the hip. "She's coming later. I just messaged her." Tobes tells us. We grin because we know that he has the hots for Tammy who we nickname Barbie. Yes you've got it. She wears mostly pink, has a chihuahua called Pebbles and very blonde hair. Now she just needs a Ken and she'll be set for life. I feel the warmth of Tate's leg pressed against mine. I don't move and leave my leg right where it is.

Lauren had a quick impression of a huge TV screen connected to a variety of sleek black boxes and speakers by a rainbow spiderweb of cables. But what caught her eye and held it was a big man stretched over the back of a couch like a giant house cat. And “giant” was the word. Toby was a tall man, but she’d be willing to bet that Colin Taggart was taller by several inches and broader all the way

The man lifted his hips slightly. The sweatpants came down. And there it was again. Heavy. Hard. Waiting. Toby didn’t tease this time. He wrapped one hand around the base and opened wide. He took the head into his mouth and moaned at the taste. It was familiar now. Addictive. His tongue swirled over the tip before he sank down further, eager to please. The man hissed. “That’s it.” Toby bobbed his head, lips stretched, spit gathering quickly. He wanted it messy. Wanted it sloppy. Wanted to hear the man groan like he did before.

I asked him, and he nodded, his eyes twinkling under the moonlight. “I have never been more ready.” He said with a smile. I was wearing an off-the-shoulder dress to prevent any issue with accessibility, and I angled my shoulders to give him access. Toby’s canines descended, his eyes a milky white like the moon. He pressed his lips to my shoulder, placing a soft kiss there followed by a teasing lick, as if preparing the spot. Then, his canines sank into my flesh, and that was all the go-ahead I needed.

She turned and saw him emerging from behind a black velvet curtain. Tobi stood at least six feet tall, his frame lean but muscular beneath a tight black t-shirt that stretched across his chest. Sleeves of ink covered both arms, a tapestry of Japanese waves on one side, mythological creatures on the other. His dark hair was tousled as if he’d been running his fingers through it, and a day’s worth of stubble shadowed his strong jawline. But it was his eyes that caught her, piercing blue, the color of glacial ice, framed by surprisingly long lashes. They studied her with an intensity that made her breath catch.