Me Again-

Some Toby doodles for the soul

Toby - Songbird

It’s been a while since I’ve written something darker, huh? Just been in a funk lately and wanted to get this out

Content Warnings: 16+ (GN reader as always), Yandere, Unhealthy relationships, Obsessive behavior, Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Punishment/Torture, Depictions of violence, Sadism, Grinding (but no sex, just a warning), Toby just gets really ‘excited’ over violence

Toby had always been so warm.

His smile projected vibrancy and love, his eyes shone brightly as if they were made up of crystals, and he always had a deep, comforting warmth to his presence. It was what had drawn you into him at first when you’d bumped into him that day at a park. He had drawn you in with his charm, and he’d been drawn in by your acceptance. He’d explained it had always been hard to make friends with his severely slow speech and occasional stutters, for his tics that would flow through his body, but you’d never cared. You hadn’t cared, but maybe you should have.

For someone so warm, it was horrifying how cold he could become.

You didn’t know when it had started, but at some point, Toby had started spending a lot more time with you. Accompanying you almost everywhere, or ‘bumping into you’ on accident in public spaces. You hadn’t thought much at the time, but perhaps it had been your first warning. It was how fast things had changed that was so jarring to you. One day, the two of you were eating ice cream and laughing at cheesy jokes. The next, you were chained up in his house with bruises along your body and fear blazing within you. For someone so warm, his eyes had looked absolutely frozen that day, peering down at you in anger.

“Hey… Please stop crying… Show- Show me… That smile I love… So much.” It had taken him even longer than normal to get the words out, his body trembling in anger at your disappointment, your fear, your protest.

“Toby, just let me go, please! Let me go home! I’ll give you whatever you want, just let me go! I won’t tell anyone!” You’d screamed in protest, sobs wracking your body as you struggled against the chains. Your loud voice had him shaking even more, tears running down his own face as he fell to the floor in front of you.

“Please… D-don’t scream… At me like that- y-you know how… How much it hurts me…” The enunciation placed upon 'hurts’, the raw emotion he had put into it had you feeling sick. As if you weren’t hurting right now, with injuries all over you, and chains much too tight digging into you.

Toby tended to run hot and cold, and that was something you’d learn fast.

There were two sides to him, two opposites. On one hand, he could be so absolutely tender with you. Running his hands softly through your hair and shushing you gently, smoothing his fingers over your injuries and caring for them, pressing tender kisses across your flesh. He could be so loving, so absolutely caring and tender. Perhaps that was why his other side was so terrifying, so absolutely horrendous to deal with. Because, when he wasn’t caring, he was-

“I-I’m doing… This for YOU! Why a-a-are you… Trying to stop me?!” He’d screamed at you as he dragged you across the ground. You flailed around, kicking your legs about and crying as you tried to escape his grasp.

“I just want to go home!!” You’d choked out, voice strained and breaking from how much you’d been yelling, how often you’d been crying.

“You are home!” He’d yelled back. He’d finally gotten you inside the house, throwing you in and locking the door behind him. He’d been on you in a second, pinning you down with his full weight.

“This… Hurts me more… Than it hurts you… But if I can’t… Trust you..” He’d heaved out, shifting himself to be sitting on your stomach as he grasped at your feet. It had been unfortunate in your case, the fact that he’d had so many tools laying about the kitchen at that time.

You hadn’t even realized what had happened until the pain registered in your mind. Your right ankle throbbed incessantly, and you’d thrown your head back with an earsplitting wail without even realizing it. He’d taken the sledgehammer again, and repositioned himself, swinging it down upon your left ankle this time. He’d rose off of you, letting you lay there to sob and scream as you curled in on yourself, clutching at your legs.

“How pitiful… Those cries are.” He’d said after a moment. The look he gave you had the breath you’d been choking on freeze in your throat. Such cruelty, such violence, such hatred- you’d never seen such a shiveringly cold gaze. “My… Poor little Songbird…” He’d cooed at you, arms crossed and a haughty huff leaving his chest.

When Toby wasn’t kind, he was inexplicably cruel. Really, it was usually up to you to flip the coin and find out which side you were going to get. Eventually, he’d moved you out of the basement, and into a newly renovated room in his little shack in the woods. It was small, with nothing more than a bed and a dresser, but that wasn’t what had caught your eyes. No, it was the metal. The golden metal curving around the walls, across the window, across the door to the room.

It was a gilded birdcage.

“A perfect little cage… For my perfect little Songbird…” He’d cooed to you excitedly, nuzzling into you, begging for affection and attention, so absolutely proud of himself and what he’d had done to the room. You wanted to vomit.

It was common for the two of you to spend most of your time in there. He’d curl up with you on the bed, trying to get all of your attention and rambling about anything and everything, and you just tried to not lose yourself to the insanity slowly settling into your mind.

“Hey… Kiss me…” It wasn’t a question, and so you’d pressed a kiss to his cheek, and his eyes screamed out at you to keep going, so you’d pressed small, chaste kisses across his face, ending with one on his lips. His eyes grew lidded as he leaned into you, pressing his lips to yours again and again and again.

You’d tried to pull back, and in hindsight that had been a bad decision, but at the moment you’d just felt too overwhelmed, felt a strong need for space, but with Toby space didn’t exist.

“Hey… Did I say… You could stop?” The darkness to his voice and the emptiness in his eyes did little to calm you, and you struggled to push out an answer, but he hadn’t given you the chance.

“I’m the one in charge… I tell you what you can and can’t do…” He’d maneuvered himself on top of you, pinning you to the mattress, licking his lips as a sickening giggle left his throat.

“Should I… Punish you?” Before you could grasp onto his words, he was already at work. His teeth had gnawed into the skin of your shoulder, piercing in firm and painful, allowing blood to flow out of the wound, and next was a spot on the nape of your neck before he’d pulled back.

You gazed up at him through the tears cascading down your face, chest heaving, and he’d pulled up one of your arms, pressing a soft kiss to the tender skin of your wrist and closing his eyes in peace. Then, he’d reopened his eyes, and just as they’d met yours, he’d bitten down, tearing open the skin of your arm. The look upon his face was much too sensual for the acts of violence he’d been committing, and as he licked at your wounds, you couldn’t help but wince and gasp at the sting.

“That’s right… Sing for me… My pretty little Songbird…” He’d leaned back down to your ear, and pressed a kiss to it, before whispering in a dangerously psychotic tone, “Remember, Songbird… You’re useless without me… My poor pet can’t… Take care of themselves… I take good care of you, so… Stop disobeying me.” Fear had overtaken your form, and you shuddered beneath him.

He’d giggled giddily as he pulled back and gazed down at you, blood smeared across his lips and teeth, an emotion so disgustingly sickening that you hated to call 'love’ shining within his eyes. He’d tenderly stroked his thumb across your lips, and you gazed up at him. Small. Docile. With the amount of blood you were already losing, any more punishments could be dangerous. Not dangerous enough to kill you, no, he’d never allow that. Just dangerous enough to greatly increase suffering.

“Your pain… Always gets me so… Hot inside…” He’d giggled again, pushing his hips against you, and he’d leaned down to capture your lips in another forceful kiss.

“Disobey me… Again,” he’d started between kisses, “And maybe… I’ll bite… Your lips off… Mmm, that would be… Good... Although, I guess I’d miss… Kissing you like this…” He slotted his hips against you again, and as you grasped at his hair in shock he’d whined against you, whispering words of encouragement through his giggles of excitement.

“Yes… Grab onto me… Yank at me… God, just touch me…” He’d moaned out as he continued to grind into you, lapping at the drying blood on your skin and whining like it was the best thing he’d ever experienced.

It was scary. How fast he could change between dominating you and begging you to dominate him. But, of course-

“Keep touching me… Or maybe I’ll take away… Your arms, too…” His face was flushed red, eyes dilating at the thought, and he’d groaned as you shivered against him in fear.

It was all just a game to him, a game of domination and control, a game you weren’t sure you’d ever win. After all, by the end of that night, you’d had five more bites pierced through your flesh, edging him on. After all, there was no more intoxicating combination in his opinion than the sound of your crying and pain being inflicted upon you, your blood shining so brightly across your skin.

You were helpless against him. He greatly overpowered you in strength, and with your legs damaged beyond repair and your body chained to the cage you were locked within, there was no way out. You were stuck here, as a plaything, a toy, a source for pain and torture. A way for him to seek companionship, to seek pleasure.

His precious little Songbird.

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Been a while since I've written something darker, hm? At the request of dear @scary-lasagna it's dark time~

Dark Yan!Toby content time~ CW for violence 

Teeth can be dangerous. It's something everyone knows, and it seems Toby is especially aware of this fact, which causes him to use that fact to his advantage. See, he could use weapons on you, it would be so easy, such an obvious answer, but it's just so much more satisfying when he elicits those delicious sounding screams from you with his own body.

He bites you frequently. When you've made him angry, disobeyed him too many times, and pissed him off, he'll sink his teeth into you with the intent of ripping off chunks of your flesh, and sometimes he succeeds. He gets drunk on your screams and the taste and sight of your blood, so it's just such a good punishment in his opinion. Of course, he'll lecture you later when he has to treat your injuries and wrap them up so you don't die from infection, but you can tell the excitement from the thrill of doing that to you is still coursing through his body. You've learned to keep your neck away from him when he's angry, lest he take a deadly chunk out of it, and you've instead learned to sacrifice your arms and legs when he starts grabbing for you.

It's when he's much more... Excited that he likes to draw out the process of using his teeth on you. When he's grinding into you, burying his teeth into the base of your throat just enough to draw blood, for him to slurp from you as though he's a vampire having an absolute feast. In times like this, he leaves deep bites all over your body, licking blood from every inch of your skin, watching as the gorgeous red coats your skin, making you even more beautiful in his eyes. Even if you never ever make him angry, his teeth will still find their way into your skin. It's satisfying, the feeling of popping through your skin, the burst of iron on his tongue, the smell invading his senses. It's absolutely euphoric, especially with your whines and cries and screams from the pain echoing through his mind. When it comes down to it, Toby's favorite trait of himself, his lovely sharp and dangerous teeth will come to be your least favorite trait. Unless, of course, with time you come to crave him covering your body in teeth marks and injuries just as much as he does. After all, there will not be a single day in the rest of your life you aren't covered in them.

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🏜Ticci Toby🏜 || Roundtale rival

NSFW||~ One shot x afab gn!reader, includes- Wild West Toby, mentions of violence, use of a gun, minors—dni (3.5)

Inspired by: Lindsey Stirling

It was a pretty slow day at the saloon, you rested your head on your palm, watching the batwing doors swing open and close like a pendulum. It was just the regulars at this hour, taking lethargic swings of their whiskeys and eyeing your corset-like work attire; which is why your attention drew to the cautious creak of the door, and the tall dark and handsome man you wanted to take a drink out of.

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Yandere Proxies Headcanons (Poly cause these three working together with a darling is something I find funny-) SFW and NSFW if possible please?

Yandere Poly Proxies Headcanons

contents: general SFW and NSFW headcanons for yandere!poly!proxies (gn!darling)

more Proxies content here!!!!

WARNINGS: YANDERE, OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND DEATH, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS, READER INSERT.

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They all clash so bad you wonder how they haven't killed each other by now. Hoodie is very quiet, and also the most explosive. Once he stands up and cocks his rifle both Masky and Toby stop in their tracks. Masky is the moody one, he always has a complain for something and will make sure everybody knows it. And Toby is the childish one, makes sense since he's the youngest of them all, just being barely and adult by now. He's playful and laughs a lot, still, he can get unstable from to time to time.

Despite that, when they have to work as a team they suddenly become the best trio that has ever existed.

It's rather funny that the one brain cell they seem to share all that thinks about is you. The cabin they took you to is dirty, rustic and very very hidden away. You serve as a housewife, not by choice but because you have nothing else to do and refuse to live in a place so ugly. Also, they all suck at cooking. They have one individual dish they can make that they nail but aside that they can't cook for shit.

Hoodie acts uninterested, Masky is overbearing and Toby is jealous. But in the end they're all equally obsessed with you.

You sleep in between all of them. Toby hugs you and rests his head on your chest, his tics tend to wake you up but he doesn't really seem to mind. Brian is on your back and somehow is able to wrap his arms around you all, and Masky is on the front, spooning Toby and almost reaching Hoodie.

Its a comfortable life alas. You figure they don't abuse you because the other would go feral when it started. Specially Toby, who seems to be specially triggered by physical abuse, the one time Masky raised his voice at you he immediately jumped in front of him and pushed him, yelling at him to go away.

Toby is your protector, he's the one you go to whenever you feel unstable or scared. He is good at listening and always has a warm look in his eyes. Still, he wants to be protected to and you must reciprocate him if you don't want him to feel utilized by you. He loves to be pampered and spoken softly to.

Hoodie is the one you go to when you have a problem around the house. He's very skilled with his hands and almost always goes and solves it. Expects either a kiss or sex after. He isn't that bad, but he gets impatient and tends to explode when he's frustrated. You develop a sixth sense to know when to avoid him. Still, he's nice. His stories make you laugh, he's good at comforting you when you have panic attacks and he's warm all the time.

And Masky is Masky. You don't hate him, you just get nervous around him since he's a little unpredictable and manipulative. But his company is bearable, specially when it comes to food related activities. He loves to eat your food and will become sweeter and better with you after a good meal. He also likes to brings you flowers.

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Their personalities all become so similar when it comes to bed. They have their slight differences, but they are truly similar in their desires and needs.

Masky is the most experienced, even if he won't admit it he has a tendency to rape his victims whenever he finds himself desperate enough. Hoodie is the next most experienced and Toby is the least experienced since he's a virgin.

Masky is incredibly sadistic, he likes bruises and marks but he doesn't like blood. Your tears get him going most of the time. His body is on the chubbier side, he has a tummy and stretch marks on his back, arms and legs. He has a bush, a wild one that he trims every three or four months. He has a lot of body hair as well. His cock is average, sitting nicely at 16cm, still, he's girthy and his cock is FAT. It curves to the left, the tip is a cute pink and its uncut. His balls are saggy and hairy, also very heavy, you can feel them smack against the curve of your ass every time you fuck. His favorite positions are the one's where he's on top. Enjoys plowing into you while you're on all fours. Ass up, him pushing your head down with either his hand or his feet and smacking your cheeks with force. His cum tastes bitter since he smokes a lot and the smell is a little strong, but it's thick and gooey. His kinks include: sadism, bondage, tying you up, impact play, spit, face fucking and marking.

Hoodie also leans a lot to sadism. His smile is able to freeze you in place. Likes to be a gentle dom at first. He likes to build up the tension before attacking with force. His body is muscular, his abdomen is slightly defined and his arms and legs are very strong. He has a bush that he keeps trimmed, mostly because it tends to itch him when it gets too messy. His cock is average in girth but its lengthy, he has 18 proud cm that he knows how to use. His balls are heavy but not as saggy and aren't as hairy as Masky's. It curves upwards and the tip is a light brown that gets redder from time to time. Also he has a very firm ass. Both Masky and Toby like to smack it since he gets angry at it. His favorite positions are the ones in which his chest is against your back, likes the closeness. He's very likely to press one of his guns to your head while he fucks you, or to choke you. Likes how you tighten up in fear. Even if he has sadistic tendencies he's very into overstimulation and likes to leave you trembling. His cum also isn't the tastiest since he smokes and drinks, its very slimy and sticky, cums a normal amount and the smell isn't the most penetrating. His kinks include: sadism, bondage, gun play, impact play, predator-prey dynamics, overstimulation, dacryphilia and wound fucking.

Toby is a little bit more neutral, but what he has learned from both Hoodie and Masky has made him more sadistic, also porn hasn't been a good influence on him. He's a virgin and you can tell, but he's the most romantic of the bunch. His sadism is more on the psychological side since hurting you scares him, still, he likes to bite and leave hickeys. His body is lean, but his arms and legs are strong. Doesn't have a lot of body hair, and likes to keep his hair down there short since he finds it dirty? Like I said porn messes with his mind. His cock is average, 15-16 cm and its an average girth as well. His balls are cute tho, they are average sized and firm, very fat and heavy and whenever he lets his hair grow they get a little puffy look which amuses you. His cock is a cute cock, has a little vein that runs around all of it and the tip is a pinkish brown, it curves upwards as well. His favorite positions are the ones in which he can see your face and be close to you. He's very passionate and romantic, likes it nice and slow but sometimes he looses control and ends up being faster and rougher, leaving bruise marks on your hips. He's an eager learner and if you teach him how to please you he will make you cum a lot. His cum is tasty since he doesn't smoke or drink, his diet is healthy and makes it taste a little like butter. The smell is barely noticeable and he cums GALLONS, very gooey. His kinks incluide: just a little sado-masochism, marking, biting, passionate and romantic, overstimulation and a loooot of kissing and making out.

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