Ticci Toby X Clockwork Novels & Stories

"That's me owning you." "It's so big," Toby choked out. "You're splitting me open." "Take it," I demanded. "Take every inch." I leaned forward, covering his body with mine. I bit the back of his neck, sucking a dark hickey into the skin right above his collar. Everyone would see it tomorrow. Everyone would know who he belonged to. "Touch yourself," I commanded in his ear. "Make yourself come again." Toby reached under himself. He grabbed his own cock, which was hard again, and started to stroke it frantically. The angle was awkward, but he was desperate.

Anxiety went through her veins when she could hear each tick coming from the timer. “Breathe deeply first, Tiffie.” Bobby answered with his calm voice. Tiffie followed his first instruction. “Good girl. First, we’ll need to create a base layer of the icing. Now, grab the spatula.” Tiffie’s hands moved to the right and went down. It made Bobby moaned as her hands groped into something. “Come on, Tiffie. Do not touch there.” His cheeks turned red as he began to swallow hard. “Now, move your hands into the left side of the table. There…”

Now, I grabbed some tools and pried the lock open. Inside was a stack of photographs—all of Tobias. Some showed his radiant smile, while others caught him with his head lowered, lost in thought. There were even shots of him running across a sunlit field in a jersey. And in every picture, Rebecca's love and attention were unmistakable. There was also a sketchbook in the box. On one page was a beautifully drawn watch, and the words "Right Time" were delicately engraved on its dial. Rebecca had designed it herself. She had told me I was her inspiration, that it was meant as a birthday gift for me. As it turned out, even this gift had been custom-made for Tobias.

I can't quite put my finger on it. "Why didn't you bring Toby here?" I give Robert a tight smile, "He's already a little rattled over meeting Morris. I don't want to disturb his routine any more than I have to. I've talked to the kindergarten. They've assigned a teacher to remain by Toby at all times. He's a new hire, and he's getting used to the children, so they don't mind." "I see. The bracelet is working, right?" I think of the small steel band around Toby's wrist. Morris tested it last night as well, curious about how it works. By all accounts, Toby looks and smells human. It's the best way to hide among the crowd.

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

Chad found it even more unbelievable since Toby claimed to have given him that set of medicinal herbs. Chad asked, "How did you get the entire set of ingredients for the chimera pill?" Toby grinned and looked at his legs, and it was only then that Chad noticed he was still sitting in a wheelchair. Chad suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to heal him the last time he left Orcreek. However, Toby had injured his muscles and bones, and forcibly setting the bones might not restore them to their original condition.

"Avril, my mom actually likes you. She's just... not great at showing it. Hasn't she been better since you got pregnant?" I laughed. Better? Making daily tonics for Emily while ignoring me when I asked for water? I said nothing. He dropped his voice. "This tonic's legit. She got the recipe from the healer. Just drink it, okay? Don't waste her good intentions." I put on my best touched expression. Under his eager stare, I lifted the bowl—and downed it in one go. James let out a relieved sigh, took the bowl, and wiped the corner of my mouth. "That's more like it."

The raw wounds all over my back and torso ached with a blinding, throbbing heat, bleeding profusely after the grueling march. “Lillian...”I reached out weakly into the dark spaces of our bond. “Can you heal us? Please.” “No,”she whimpered, her voice faint and distant. “I am too weak after everything. I need a lot of time, Fiona. I’m sorry.* I nodded mentally, cutting off the connection to let her rest. I looked over at the corner relieved to see that Toby had already fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep. His hand was resting over his chest, his fingers tightly gripped around a small, cracked silver pocket watch, a broken trinket he had managed to steal from the Bloodmoon Pack's discarded pile

“That’s Tobey.” As if summoned by his own name, Tobey came running toward them, pushing a toy truck overflowing with grass, sand, leaves, and several unidentifiable treasures collected with great importance. The wheels refused to turn. He stopped in front of Alicia, brows knitted in deep confusion. “Mommy… It’s broken.” She crouched beside him. “Maybe it’s just tired.” Then she looked up. “Tobey, this is Teddy. An old friend of mine.”

"I don't care if the docks are a graveyard. I’ll burn the bodies myself if I have to. Now, give me the keys, Toby. I’m not asking again." "I can't do that. Not because I want to stop you, but because the plan has changed," Toby said, his voice flat and devoid of its usual warmth. He pulled a small, silver device from his pocket—a high-frequency jammer. He clicked it on, and the hum of the garage’s security cameras died instantly. "You spend so much time looking at the monsters in front of you, Sofia, that you never notice the ones standing right beside you. It’s your biggest flaw. You trust anyone who shows you a shred of kindness because you’re so desperate for a home." "What are you talkin