Ticci Toby X Reader Novels & Stories

Toby POV. I didn't like snitching on Miles, but he hurt me for real, it's not my fault is Nathalie wants kids. I don't want any, well and daddy never talked about it, it's rare for cgl to have kids. Kittens are something else, we go to heat but we don't get pregnant, when I hit twenty one, I'll get out of my headspace and do dirty things. I don't think about those, I know, well big Toby knows that he'll only go through those things once every year. But it's nothing for little Toby to care about, I'm always in my little space and I'm happy like that.

I stop fighting him and just stand there, panting with my front against the cold wall. “What do you want, Toby? I did what you told me to do, now please let me go.” I plead. His body presses against my backside, “You did do what I told you to do, because you are a good girl like that,” He slides his free hand up my thigh and then inward. I clench my thighs together, but he pinches me, and slips his hand in between my legs when I gasp in pain, “I suggest you continue doing what you’re told. Now that Jace seems to have lost interest in torturing you, I figure I’d pick up where he left off.”

All that mattered was— “I am serious, guys. We have more pressing issues than you devouring each other.” I hated that voice. I hated that person. Whoever was interrupting my way to heaven, I hated them. “If you guys do not stop, I will call the paparazzi.” Lily immediately pulled back, and I almost cried. I turned to glare at Toby, who was sitting on my chair, swinging from side to side. People usually thought Toby was nice and quiet, but only I knew who he really was. He was a bloodsucking demon who had no respect for me.

Even now, the memory rose with enough force to tighten his chest. The dim amber lighting of the private room. The soft rain beyond the windows. Alicia’s lips tasted faintly of wine and strawberries as she kissed him with years of grief buried beneath every desperate touch. The way her fingers had curled into the fabric of his shirt as though he were something solid she feared might disappear if she loosened her grip. And Tobey. Little Tobey, with his solemn eyes and cautious nature, reached out and wrapped his tiny hand around Theodore’s finger without hesitation. Theodore had felt Alicia staring at him then, with something softer and infinitely more dangerous.

But what had gotten my interest was the limp cock that nestled between his thighs. I could barely say it about someone, but Toby’s cock was beautiful—just as the human himself—and I just wanted to get on my knees and lick it all over, worshipping it with my tongue. Toby seemed to agree with me because his cock twitched, and I couldn’t help the smile that came on my face. It is true what they say after. Everyone recognizes their owner. “When will you be through with the gawking? I feel a little molested here.”

There’s a shift behind me, the sound of something being uncapped, and then something cold and slick drips onto my asshole. Lube. My breath hitches as he works it in, his fingers sliding easier now, deeper. The stretch burns, but it’s a good burn, a needy burn, and I can feel my body loosening for him, my muscles relaxing despite the size. “Look at her,” Toby says, his voice thick with arousal. I can hear him stroking himself, the wet sounds of his hand on his cock. “She’s fucking begging for it.” Rico chuckles, his fingers pressing in deeper, twisting. “She is. And she’s gonna get it.” His free hand slides down my spine, pressing between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the mattress. “Stay

His thumb brushed just beneath the curve of her breast, and she felt a shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature. “The skin here is perfect,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower. “Smooth. Responsive.” His eyes met hers. “You’ll feel every pass of the needle. Every vibration.” Raya swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “I’m ready.” Tobi smiled, a real smile this time that transformed his face from handsome to devastating. “Let me get the stencil.” As he turned to prepare the transfer, Raya let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Her skin still tingled where he’d touched her, and when she glanced down, she could see the faint blush spreading across her chest.

Staring into his bland gaze, Tobias rumbled, “Tanner, you know when to speak and when not to. You also know HOW to speak and how NOT to.” Tobias’ hand slid from Tanner’s chin to his shoulder. He traced Tanner’s exposed throat, down to his collarbone, lazily, then ended up at the shifter’s shoulder. The Alpha remained bent toward his head messenger. Tobias licked his lips slowly, his eyes fixed on Tanner’s Adam’s apple as he continued in a deep rumble, “Are you telling me the wolf with red eyes issued an Alpha cry?” he asked almost as sweetly as Misha had smiled at him less than two minutes ago.

“I will have you know that I am more than a pretty face, I am smart and I have a brain too. I have feelings, I hate it when women are downgraded to what their bodies can only offer. It makes me upset.” “And I prefer this kind of upset rather than the other one.” I replied her. “You are good for me.” She stated ads she kissed me. “How do you two do it?” Toby cool voice asked from the thresh hold of the bathroom, Tiffany was sitting on the toilet, thankfully with her pants up because Toby would have not left without a black eye if they were, something about that girl always made me violent in a bid to protect her or keep her to myself or even worship the ground she walks on. And this is eviden

Toby looks back and forth between them, then steps forward. His green eyes are glassy, the muscles in his neck tight. His cock is so hard it looks painful. He licks his lips and says, with the slightest quiver in his voice, “So… my turn?” He’s trying to play it cool, but the excitement is written all over him. I lean forward and give his cock a slow stroke. “Your turn,” I whisper.