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a/n — i know i’m a comma beast 😅😅 Leave me alone + i didn’t proofread ignore any Mistakes for me 🩷🩷

You’d worked under Slenderman for as long as you could remember, going on missions, setting up traps, anything he wanted you to do. You didn’t have much of a choice, and the missions helped you get closer to everyone at the Slendermansion.

Except for Toby. You two could never seem to get along. He was always too far up his own ass on missions, shoving you to the side and insisting you aren’t as “capable” as he is. You hated it, you hated him, and you hated how easily he could get under your skin without even trying.

He wasn’t your biggest fan either. Tim would sigh, hearing you complain about how Toby treated you, and insist he was just playing with you or make excuses about how “Toby didn’t know any better,” you both knew he was lying. Toby would snap at you for sleeping in the truck, for setting up a trap wrong, for trying to talk to him, even for walking too loud. “Are ya trying to give us away? Watch your fah-fuckin’ step.” He’d scold, simultaneously stomping on leaves, buckles on his boots jingling as he moved. Fucking clown.

As fate would have it, you went on another mission with him. Beforehand, you’d snuck away his hatchets in your closet. He was forced to use his hands the entire time, and you quickly learned he couldn’t do shit without his sweet little hatchets. Tonight, he had to run with his heavy boots and his thick layers of clothing, in the muddy forest no less. You got your kicks all night, watching his flail around and yelp at you to help him out. “I think you’ve made it pretty clear, Twitchy. You’re the boss, you don’t need me, right?” You said mockingly, walking behind him as he moved around like a turkey escaping a farmer. “Real fuckin’ funny, smm—martass!” He grunted.

You both seemed to pay your victim no mind, too busy bickering. It was some college kid that had seen Brian on his last mission. He was scrambling away from Toby, sobbing quietly while you two fought. Toby leapt and caught him at the foot, pulling him to the ground. You got the job done quickly with a handgun you had tucked into your belt.

You drove back in Tim’s truck, bickering the whole way back about his hatchets mixed in with whatever bullshit he could bring up to piss you off. “You’ll get what’s coming to you, princess.” He hissed. He used the nickname mockingly, but it never went unnoticed to him the way you’d shift when he’d say it, the way you would stop looking at him or change the topic. This time wasn’t an exception. “What? You like that?” He smiled wryly, pleased with himself for finding a weak spot. You squawked at him to piss off, but he wouldn’t let it go. He pinched your side while you were driving, trying to get you to pay attention to him while he rambled on about you having a crush on him.

He made fake kissing sounds at you, poking you, mock-flirting with you, anything that would get on your nerves. He reached for your thigh and leaned into your ear, “Is th—is good?” He whispered, snickering to himself as he got far too close for comfort, too close to be joking. “And if I said it was?” You bit back. He stopped, stunned for a moment before recovering. “Really, n-now?” He moved his hand deeper, rubbing you through your jeans. He listened to you mewl, stopping every so often to watch you hump his hand. “I didn’t tell you you could duh-do that. So desss—perate already.” He teased. He revelled in the disappointment little look on your face as you slowed to a stop.

You had to walk somewhat casually once you two got back to the Slendermansion, crossing the living room where Jeff and Ben sat, watching whatever bullshit was on TV. You felt the wet spot in your panties grow as you and Toby went up to your room, his mouth in your ear. “Look at you. I’ve hardly tuh-touched you and you’re already leaking into your pants.” He whispered while pushing open the door to your room.

He’s never been one to waste time, especially for a pretty lady waiting on him. He positioned you on your bed, laying sideways with your top half on the bed, and your bottom half supported by Toby’s shoulders. He fidgeted with your belt with shaking, excited hands, peeling it off alongside your jeans buttons. He tugged your jeans and panties off, sneaking the underwear in his pocket for “safe-keeping” before lapping at you. He slipped a finger into you, curling it in all the right places while he licked your dripping cunt.

He kept going, even after you finished. He loved hearing you whimper and cry for him to stop. Eventually, he pulling his finger out of you and used it to rub your sensitive clit so he could work on himself. He stood up, one hand rubbing you while you begged for him to stop and the other trying to get his cock free. He was already rock solid, dick standing up in his jeans. “Keep making those sounds, an—gel..” He said while taking his cock out of his pants.

He pulled his hand off your clit so he could grab you by the hips and flip you over into doggy. He didn’t wait for your slick to wet his cock before ramming it into you. Fuck, it hurt so good. He really got off on hearing you cry out his name, pleading for him to slow down. Your request was met with a sharp smack on the ass. “Slow down.” He laughed. “What hah-happened to all that fight, baby?” He cooed condescendingly while his dick hit your sweet spot. You were drooling and babbling into your pillow as he drew another climax out of you. He still didn’t stop. He wanted to hear your manners.

“Toby please..” You whined weakly. “Listen— Fuck— I’ll be good.. So good.. Please..” He found your begging just adorable, but there was something of his still gone.. “Th—at’s all? Don’t you think i’m still missing something?” You thought back to before the mission, what started all this? What did you take? “The hatchets!” You squeaked as he plowed into you. “They’re.. in the closet— Toby please..” He grinned, slowly coming to a stop.

— i don’t really see him drinking all that much because of his father, but the rare cases that he does, he is allllll over you. going to use the bathroom? you can hear him whining and crying on the ground outside the door, waiting for you to get back out.

— (for curly headed reader!) wash days are his absolute favorite, especially after you take out a protective style. he’ll sit over the tub with you and make meaningless conversation while trying to help you clean yourself. with shaky hands, he’ll also try and help you tie your bonnet.

— (nsfw!) EATER. he’ll lie you down on the edge of the bed, from the hips up you’re laying on the mattress, the other half is perched on his shoulders while he’s lapping at you. he’ll press down on your pelvis, fingers pumping into you while using his tongue to circle your clit.

— (nsfw!) he gets so fucking weak when you jerk him off. you’ll be holding him from behind, one hand holding onto his waist and the other wrapped around his cock. he falls apart when you keep touching him after he’s already finished. he’ll sob and mewl for you to stop, trying to wiggle you off. he’s so pathetic when he’s overstimulated :-(

— (nsfw!) as much as he loves looking at you, he likes kissing more. during missionary he always leans down to kiss your face, neck, collarbones, shoulders, anywhere he can reach.

“canon” toby ୨ৎ

“asshole” toby, closer to canon! :-)

— he likes the whole scent thing the other way around. he’ll try to coax you into wearing his stuff without directly telling you he wants it. anytime you do wear anything of his, he’s all over you. he’ll sit upright with you straddling his hips, digging his head into you to smell his scent mixed with his. “Fuck.. You smell so guh-good, angel..” he’d whisper while digging his fingers into your waist bruisingly hard.

— he’s really big on size difference. he’ll come up behind you just to see how he can tower over you, especially when you’re looking at yourself in the mirror. being able to pick you up and ragdoll you around makes him feel big aswell.

— he’ll let you brush his tangled hair, but everything comes at a cost. anytime he feels a knot being pulled, he’ll jolt and go “OW!” just to see if you’ll react, laughing his ass off if you fall for it. he gets pouty when you remember you can’t really hurt him, plotting something else he can do to trick you.

— (nsfw!) he LOOOOOVES spanking when you get an attitude. “Who do you think you fah-fucking are?” he’d laugh while giving you a hard smack to the ass, ego inflating as he watches the red spread across your cheeks.

— (nsfw! all of this is so consensual, you guys have a safeword always.) him being an eater isn’t just fanon, but he’s definitely more selfish. He doesn’t stop after you cum. He loves seeing how weak you get after an orgasm, seeing how you’ll whimper and beg for him to stop. He’ll nip your clit and curl his fingers to see you sob, giggling dryly into your cunt.