Ticci Toby Novels & Stories

“You do important work.” “So do you.” He reached over to trace the line of her jaw. “You make things beautiful.” She caught his hand and kissed his palm before something occurred to her. “You never told me how you learned to tattoo.” Tobi was silent for a moment before answering. “I apprenticed under an old biker named Mack when I was seventeen. My father had just... well.” He shook his head as if dispelling memories. “I was living on friends’ couches, getting into trouble. Mack found me trying to steal from his shop.”

"Oh? It's interesting. Already, I didn't like his tone. "Don't begin," Darian cautioned. Innocently, Toby raised his hands. "I'm not going to start anything." then turned back to face me right away. "You really came from Taryn Reed, then?" I tensed up a little. "Yes." He gave a low whistle. "That man is a complete mess." I blinked. "Yes." Toby nodded as if we were in agreement about the weather. "I hope you get over that." I frowned. "Healing?" Darian looked at him.

He asked softly, teasingly. “You know what I mean,” she finished, feeling her cheeks heat. “Oh god,” Toby said appalled. “You’re fucking him.” Lyric felt her cheeks heat. “Who I sleep with is none of your business. So, they’re torturing people in order to find ways to control them? So that they can take over the country? First the river and then…?”

"If you do, we'll miss the afterparty. I'll go get changed—Don't run off." "Promise," grinned Sy, accepting his own bottle of water from Cynthia. I noticed how Toby took tentatively by Sy as I sidled away through the backstage crew. As far as I knew, Toby still hadn't had so much as a conversation with Sy since we'd been on tour, in a bizarre and sudden case of starstruck shyness. Strong, bold Toby, completely at a loss.

Toby's snout was a few inches ahead of me. I cackled when I felt Mitch pushing through. My human was an athlete too, while Toby's human was a delinquent in his high school days, smoking marijuana and fucking girls. My human trained his muscles hard and pushed them to the limits, but still, I pushed Mitch back. I didn't need his strength to beat Toby.

"It's probably because of this." Ellis rubbed his nose, then pulled out his smartphone and played one of the most popular short videos on Tik Tok for Tobias. The video was uploaded by Mae, Ellis' mate. In the video, Tobias was staring intently into a microscope. As Mae was filming, she asked him. [Hey, you loser who cheated on your wife with a double identity and ended up being locked up by your grandfather relying on your wife to save you, have you researched a potion that restores the shifting ability of your perfect wife yet?]

That wouldn't have helped my nerves. “Hi, Toby,” I stuttered. I did my best to smile, but what I really wanted to do was rip his head off. Here he was, smiling and acting all friendly, when in reality he was blackmailing his employer. “How are you?” Toby reached for a mug. He was already sweating and I doubted hot coffee would help him. “I'm doing fine. I'd rather be out on a beach than here, but...” He shrugged. “That's the job, right? Got to do what the boss man says.”

“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.

It was from Amy. She wrote that Toby had passed away a month ago due to a serious illness. Before he died, he repeatedly said he was sorry to me, and that he would go to the other side to ask for our child’s forgiveness. “Actually, Toby never established a mate bond with Tammy. He just felt he could not face you, so he didn’t dare to tell you. “After Tammy gave birth, the elders kicked her out of the pack, and he voted to support that.

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.