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. . .the only night you and your boyfriend can prowl unnoticed.
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fluff.!!!!
โhurry Up!โ toby moans out for the 100th time in the last minute, splayed out on your guys stained mattress like a starfish.
you pretend not to hear him, applying another layer of mascara. itโs not often you get to go Out without the need to sneak around.
the slendermansion is Alive with a surprising buzz tonight, everyone splitting off into their little cliques to enjoy the festivities.
itโs the one night no weird looks are tossed anybodyโs way, only Candy.
toby moans again, loud, unashamed, sounding more like Smile dog than a human. you smile to yourself and stand up, smoothing fake dirt away from yourself.
of course, toby is on you like a bloodhound in an instant, hands groping every little piece of flesh he can get ahold of in that greedy way of his. โlook Suh-so scary.โ he even croons out teasingly.
soon enough the both of you are in the Fresh air with a singular pillowcase to share between the two of you and booze on your breath.
the thicket of woods around the mansion seem to tear the both of you Every which way tonight, but you both just laugh and cling to one another.
when you finally make it out onto a Real street you scan the rows of houses, lost in the crowd of costumes and fake gore.
toby silent points to a house with a Long line of kids (and their parents). you can see Full size candy bars being exchanged and nod solemnly in agreement.
time is money, and Money is candy. . which means itโs worth the wait.
everyone in line seems about four heads shorter than the two of you, which you both pointedly ignore.
the line Slowly dissipates, and leaves you both smack at the front of it. the older couple gives you a look that screams โarenโt you too old for this?โ but dulls out the candy bars anyway.
toby gets to gnawing his down like a rabid beast, while you plunk yours in the pillow case, One piece of candy up.
it only takes about 9 more houses before tobyโs whining and draping himself over your back like a limpet. โwe hardly have Anything, toby.โ you remind him, wiggling the bag upwards.
he responds by trying to take another piece but gets caught with a smack to his wiggling little fingers.
toby grumbles something under his breath (โitโs m-muh-my candy too. .โ), but ultimately lets his hands drape back at your shoulders.
you guys pass by a little house before doing a double take. itโs sprawling with Young adults, most scandalously dressed. sharing a glance you decide to take a minor detour.
in the first minute being in the house it becomes clear itโs some sort of Frat or Sorority, though it doesnโt matter which, because youโve found free booze.
the both of look young enough to not be questioned about your affiliation as you guzzle down cheap alcohol in the kitchen.
some guy smacks into tobyโs shoulder, making his scrawny, Drunken form waiver like a piece of grass in the wind. the guy mumbles a โSorryโ and โnice costumeโ while pointing at the very real gash in tobyโs cheek.
toby nods along in a wordless thanks, smugly looking over at you as if heโd Really made his โcostumeโ.
a heavy bass buzzes in your belly, the house Warm from the other bodies shoved in. toby leans his head on your shoulder.
โduh-do you wanna go m-m-makeout in a random bedroom?โ he asks, which you quickly jump on with a nod of your head.
seems halloween this year was a Success.
AN: can u tell im in a spooky mood. heh. i even made the divider myself isnโt it awesum
. . .in which youโre Carl Grimes undead boyfriend
1,237 words
hurt/vague comfort, crude, no smut.
you were beautiful once. it was the first thing carl had noticed when coming to alexandria, even with his guard up.
he hadnโt seen many people his age around for so Long, and he was a teen boy.
it was only natural you were quickly put on a pedestal as the shining star in carls sky, the Apple of his eye, the goddamn light of his Life. . and all those cheesy things.
where one of you went the other wasnโt far behind. scavenging? side by side. reading comics in carls room? legs intertwined. just Strolling the neighborhood? hand in hand.
both of you knew the cruelties of life outside of the wall and took supply runs Very seriously.
thatโs why it was such a surprise when Carl came back with blood on his shirt and no You by his side.
everybody from his dad to deanna had tried to pry it out of him, but the most they got was a solemn shake of his head and a press of his lips.
there wasnโt a Body to mourn over, or a big family to miss you, but people still tried. your empty gravesite even got the odd flower from someone besides carl.
when he started being more closed off no one blinked an eye. heโd just lost his Boyfriend, and people were giving him space to grieve.
and then when he started going to some place no one could find him for hours? still, no one thought more than grief to blame.
rick and michonne were off doing their leadership duty, keeping the people safe while judith was being taken care of by carol.
the house was quiet. still. Carl had been lying in bed all day, feet kicked in the air as he read comic after comic. no one expected much from him right now besides coming down to eat. after all, itโs only been a Week since that day.
eventually, after he grows restless, he decides to get up and with a comic in hand and a place in mind.
carl was quick to make himself all pretty, AKA brushing his hair out and putting on a new flannel, before thumping out of his house.
he walked around the backs of the houses, not feeling in the mood to talk to anyone or receive those Pitying looks of theirs.
people bustle around, making life better, Helping others, but what good is it if youโre not here?
he makes it to the far edge of the neighborhood undetected. a vacant house sits at the end of the street. he spares a weary glance around before walking up the porch.
the house is Empty but perfectly pristine, all but begging to be used by a happy family.
humming to himself he scours the pantry, only a few cans of soup or packets of saltines still there from his earlier visits.
he decides on chicken noodle soup, slipping it to sit snuggly into his jeans front pocket, his feet on wooden floors the only sound.
the basement is a bit more hidden, almost looking like a storage closet from the outside. he thumps down the stairs like heโs been down them 100x over.
the smell of Rot and Mildew hit before anything. heโs learned to grow used to the scent, maybe even Fond towards it.
just in case, he settles one hand on the holster at his hip before pushing the metal door before him open.
muffled snarling and growling sounds out in the little room, then, there You are.
like some fucked up sort of dog heโd attached a rope to the wall and tied it tightly around your stomach. itโd broken off Once before heโd learned to apprehend your hands and mouth at all times.
โyouโre gonna chafe your wrists at this rate,โ carl muses with a tilt of his head, slender fingers tugging at the belt of his around your wrists.
the rope pulls taut as you attempt to lunge at him, mouth moving behind the bindings, arms uselessly held out.
he just smiles and watches, knowing itโs unlikely youโll get out but Loving that you still have fight in you even now.
from being chained up 24/7, the skin there is faring better than expected. itโs once soft, smooth appearance has decayed, leaving it wrinkled and peeling back like a wrapper to the wet muscle hidden beneath.
he clicks his tongue but doesnโt loosen the belt, because why would he when you canโt even Feel it? plus, he doesnโt need your hands.
your skin is slowly greying as are your hazy eyes that flutter every which way. the large bite thatโd been taken out of you had been patched up, but always weeping red.
to him youโre still same old you, just a bit different.
โi brought you some Food.โ he informs you, pleased as pie with himself. he holds out the can of chicken noodle soup for you to inspect. your greying feet scrape uselessly against the floor.
he takes that as Interest and pops the can open by the tab, Slowly approaching as to cradle the side of your face.
your head snaps to the side, mouth still moving like a teething animal. the fabric restraining you wet and smelling of rot.
โthis is your favorite, remember?โ carl asks rhetorically. bringing the can closer to your nose. you try lunging again, the metal can catching just a Scrape of your nose, which makes a wrinkled piece of skin fall into the stew.
carl simply blinks, looks down into the can, and then back up to you. well, maybe youโll like it better that way, you never eat this stuff anyway.
Gently, cautiously, he pulls the bind away from your mouth. you snap your rotting teeth, drool and blood wetting the skin underneath.
he doesnโt seem to notice it as he brings the can to your mouth, hand holding the bottom. your teeth cling against it, chicken noodle soup falling to the floor with wet splats and snarling.
he coos, even rubbing at your messy chin with his flannel before you try to lunge again. โdonโt be bad, now.โ he reprimands you sternly, reaching around to wrangle the fabric back up.
itโs like fighting a child, your head going every which way in protest. he gets it up with a bit of fight but No nibbling.
he places the remaining food at your feet in case you want it later.
two fingers coax your cold face towards him, wanting to make sure not more than a bit of flesh had been harmed even if Nothing can really harm you now.
he leans in slowly, eyes falling closed with a lingering kiss to the fabric binding your mouth, not wanting to risk another Accident by taking it off. you taste like rot and blood. like Roadkill.
he pulls back, staring at you, maybe hoping true loves kiss will turn you back. it doesnโt. he turns back around to the corner of the room.
plopping himself down, knees drawn to his chest, he pulls out the comic book heโd brought. every now and again heโll glance back up at you starry eyed.
the room is perfect to lounge about in for the rest of the day, away from everyone else with the sound of your Cute little snarls to accompany him.
he loves you, and nothingโll ever stop that.
AN:if this flops iโm gonna just delete it and pretend it never happened
criticism welcome/encouraged. read my other stuff here. requests open
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warning: cigarette burns, light masochism, mention of scars, mouthplay, fingers in mouth, smoking, erotic situation but no smut
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The wind was harsh. It whipped through the forest, played the trees like a flute, wrestled from them an ominous whistle that was audible even from the roof of the mansion.
Youโd been half convinced you were going to die on the way up, as you'd followed Toby blindly (as usual), keeping your eyes on his back as he guided you out of his windowsill and along the siding.
Your skin stung with barely-there scrapes dotted up and down your bare knees and palms. Much to your delight, Toby had actually looked a little worried a few of the times youโd pretended to start slipping.
Youโd only actually slipped once. That time heโd laughed.
For your benefit, youโd wrapped yourself in one of the dollar store blankets that were stored around the mansion in case of cold nights like this. Nina mightโve gotten this particular one, you thought, since it was distinctly pink and polka-dotted.
(By โgottenโ, you really meant โstolenโ. None of you had much in terms of money. There was no need for it. Still, given the blanketโs humble beginnings, it was annoyingly thin. You had to force yourself to bite back a shiverโฆ embarrassing.)
Toby, on the other hand, seemed fine. Or maybe his hoodie was just that insulated. He was bubbling over with a familiar restless, jerky energy, rocking vaguely back and forth and taking intermittent pulls from a roughed-up cigarette that was probably one of Timโs.
After attempting a deep inhale, his eyes went wide and he doubled over, chest pressed to his knees as he coughed and sputtered for air.
โLightweight! Lightweight!โ You leered, eyeing him from where you sat on the roof.
The two of you were a foot or so apart, close enough where the stink of his cigarette was invading your personal area, but you didnโt move away. The smell was familiar, almost comforting for a reason that was hard to place. Thinking about it-- or anything pertaining to your past-- made a splitting pain crawl up the side of your temple, so you didnโt. Instead you focused on the tile sticking irritatingly into your thigh.
โT- th..hhhat doesnโtโฆโ He took in another breath, โD-doesnโt even mmmean anything with cigarettes... Idiot.โ He huffed, hitting his chest with a fist as he took a few shaky inhales. To his credit, he recovered surprisingly quickly.
โMmmmand anyways, I have to breathe it in all at,โ His eyes blinked roughly, โAll at, ughโฆ all at once because of thisโฆ f.. fuh- fucking thing,โ He tilted his scarred cheek towards you and stuck his tongue out of the hole, poking the tip of it with his finger. โSo โs a little harder than usual.โ
โShiiiit dude. I didnโt even think about that.โ You relented, tilting closer to peer at it. Curiosity was ever your vice.
God, it looked gnarly, scar tissue wrapping around the gaping hole in the side of his face that led to crooked, yellow molars and dirty gums.
โMhm.โ He hummed, eyeing the cigarette like a challenge before dipping down and leaning over his knees again to take another drag.
You mirrored him and leaned your head on your knees to watch him, like he was your own personal TV show. Wasnโt like you got much to watch out at the mansion anyways.
โKinda wanna stick my fingers in.โ You mused. He didnโt react much, just blew the smoke out of his mouth in a lazy fog.
His eyes met yours from where his head lay on his knees. He lifted the cigarette up to his mouth just to chew on the edge of it with his canine. It seemed the thought was worth his consideration, at least. White paper crinkled beneath his teeth.
โMmmmmmmโฆ yeah.โ He said, angling himself to face you just slightly more, โI-โ he began, before his shoulder jerked up to his shoulder. Something popped in his neck and he winced. โUrghโฆ I will if you let mโฆmuh- me put this out. Onn.. your arm.โ
Your eyebrows raised. You felt a dull pulling feeling in some tendon of yours on your arm, but it went away quickly. Punctuated with another shiver, you wrestled your arm from beneath where youโd wrapped yourself securely in your blanket and held it out in the biting wind. He eyed it.
โHold me still.โ You said.
One calloused hand found your wrist, holding it tightly, and you wondered if thatโs how it felt when he held down his victims. You wondered how much pressure he applied. Something spiked in your pulse. The smoke ebbing from his cigarette sharply switched direction as the wind howled, whipping your hair into your face. You flicked it out of the way with a jerk of your chin.
He took one last drag deep into his lungs, directly from the cig to his lungs, then pursed his lips and puffed it all out towards you. The wind shoved it out of the way before it could even get to you, sending a a brief flash of annoyance through you. Whatever. Maybe next time.
As you were imagining the two of you, maybe in the basement, Toby leaning over you and blowing smoke into your pores, you felt a sudden sharp pain shoot up your arm and into your throat.
You made a sound pathetically, some strangled half-gasp-half-yelp that had your fingers curling into your palm and body recoiling. Toby had been quick, pressing the cigarette up against the smoothness of your arm, quick enough to give you zero time to process what was happening, surely too quick for you to prepare yourself. It wasnโt the most pain youโd ever experienced, not by a long shot, but it was unexpected, and the surprise somehow made it more poignant.
He held it there, watching your arm, watching you, watching the air hiss out from between your teeth as the residual heat crawled up your arm with razor fingers. Your wrist flexed beneath his grip. The pain finally started to mellow out, dipping and dulling into something rounder and easier to manage.
A snicker left him and he dug the bud harder into your skin, grinning even wider as you flinched. His tongue ran over the front of his teeth.
โYouโre so fff-fragile.โ He teased, letting your arm go and flicking the cigarette at you. It hit you on the chest. โNo wonder you duh..donโt go on missions.โ
โUh, yeah, whatever..โ
Your voice was a little too weak for your liking, mind still reeling slightly from the shock. You imagined the wind sweeping the feeling away.
You made a face at him before you bent over your knees to observe the mark heโd left.
With a low voice you muttered to yourself, โSomeoneโs gotta do stuff around here, canโt all be running around in the damn forestโฆโ, but you were obviously more preoccupied with the mark in front of you. Heโd left a rosy red circle on your forearm with a red slash of color leading up to it from when youโd flinched.
โLooks pretty badass.โ You hummed, holding your arm out to him.
In turn, he held out his. It was covered in scratches, cuts, marks, burns, countless scars and blemishes running up and down his arm.
โOkayโฆ showoff.โ
He only laughed, smacking your arm away. You couldnโt help your smile.
โSo do I get to stick my fingers in your mouth now?โ
โMmmyou know you can do that wuhโฆwhenever you want.โ He hummed, tilting his head towards you with a catlike grin.
Well, if he said so. As quick as you could, you darted your hand up and shoved your fingers in his mouth. Obviously they didnโt get very far, given that he was grinning with his teeth, but you got the desired effect, the tips of your fingers pushing past his lips and into his gums for a brief moment. He spluttered, his hands shot out, and he fell halfway backwards. Your laughter keened out into the night.
โAhโฆss..โ His right eye flinched shut, head twitching as he reared back up, โAsshole!โ But he was laughing too. He swatted at your hand again and you humored him by shoving his own hand back. He only grinned.
Done with playing, you flicked your bangs out of your face and leaned backwards to lay down on the roof tile. It was rough where your elbow rested. One of your hands reached out to grab the shoulder of his hoodie and tug him to follow.
He leaned backwards to match you and you, in turn, leaned over him. His head moved easily when you reached out and grabbed his chin, maneuvering his face to give you a better angle to observe his scarโ if you could even call it that.
While you watched him, he watched you. His eyes bored into yours, observing each expression with strangely careful attention. You could feel it physically, the weight of it, the feeling settling heavy somewhere in your throat. It was exciting.
Your thumb traced down his cheek, just shy of the wound. He tried to suppress a flinch, but failed, his teeth gritting together. He was weak like youโฆ just better at hiding it.
โDo you look at it a lot?โ You asked. Your thumb finally found the rough outside of it, feeling the barbed skin. The texture was unfamiliar to you but not unwelcome. This was something youโd thought about for a while.
He tried to shake his head. You held it still. Your grip tightened to press his jaw open and he conceded, mouth parting like he was at the dentist. It was admittedly tempting to say the line (say ahh!)... but you kept it together. The soft pad of your finger smoothed from his cheek towards his lower lip. It was plush, fuller than the top lip, and when you ran your finger over it it popped back into place in a certain satisfactory way.
Your nails bit into the soft flesh of his inner cheek and his teeth barred, framing nicely around your knuckles.
โHas anyone ever touched you here before?โ Your voice was hushed and close to him. His breath met yours.
โNo.โ He said, voice muffled around your fingers. You shoved them deeper.
โDโyou think anyone will ever touch you here again?โ
He was quiet for a while. Your middle finger stroked over the slickness of his back canine. Finally, he answered: โNo.โ
a/n :: this is my first tumblr fic lol hope you enjoyed. and i also hope i formatted it right... lmk. comments and reblogs are appreciated. bless. also creds to @\pixopix for the x divider
you can also read this fic on my ao3 where i post all my other bullshit
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summary: toby comes home after a tiring job throwing a fit, you put him in his place rightfully so.
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It was a normal day of sleeping over at tobyโs place. The moon shining through his open window, crickets chirping a rhythmic stridulation.
Youโre nestled under his covers taking in his leftover scent, the smell of the wadded, irish spring soap bar melted to the rim of the tub.
Cheekily smiling to yourself thinking about him frustratingly prying off the bar every-time he uses it, knowing youโve told him countless times to buy a soap dish.
The undertones of his musky scent from the nights he moseyโs home, worn out, too exhausted to shower, comfort you. Youโve picked out his night clothes, some stripped pj pants and a t-shirt sat neatly on the end of his bed. Impatiently waiting for his usual text stating heโs โon the wayโ.
Engulfed in his bed your breathing slows, your mind rambles on incoherent memories and you find yourself unable to fight off the heavy blinking, you sit up checking your phone, no message.
Upset you text him โHun?โ.
read. no response.
Irritated you turn your phone off, Toby isnโt one to ignore you, let alone not tell you when his job is going on longer than planned.
Stepping out of bed, you can feel your blood begin to boil, your thoughts spiraling, nevertheless you deicide to give your faithful boy the benefit of the doubt.
Ten minutes later Toby opens the door his shoes clumped in mud matching his grass streaked pants with his shirt and face stained in blood, his brown hair sticking to his forehead covering his dark lowered eyes. Pushing past you he collapses on his bed face up unbothered to greet you.
Annoyance building, you follow, standing over him. โtough day?โ you ask
โI donโt wah- wanna talk about itโ he turns his body exposing the disfigured gaping hole on his cheek. Frustrated at the lack of communication your patience weening, you press.
โwell can we talk about how you didnโt text back?โ
Toby huffs rolling his eyes folding himself in a fetal position.
Fed up with his growing attitude you grab his face spitting at his open deformed wound, saliva slick and glistening against his molars.
He snaps up locking eyes with you, raising his eyebrows and voice.
โWhatโs ruh-wrong with- ?!โ augh. cutting off his sentence you shove your fingers messily through his cheek, tugging at the bottom cluster of teeth, dragging him off his bed to the floor. He instinctively bites down, tearing skin from your fingers. His body flails with a thud.
โOuch, Tobias you JACKASS!โ. using your free hand you shove his head back withdrawing your fingers, attempting to shake off the pain.
โI-Iโm so sorry imsosorry imsosorry.โ tears pooling in his eyes โbaby, i didnโt mean it.โ he stands to reach your bruised fingers.
โStop !โ shushing him with your gashed finger, and stopping his pursuit keeping him on his knees, you leave a trail of blood against his lip, he laps it up.
You run your unhurt hand through his grease bunched hair.
โl sh-should of textedโ. he cries, tears wetting the dried blood on his face.
Petting his head you look to his pleading eyes your good hand trailing down the side of his face.
โwhatโs gotten into you, hm?โ you taunt, coaxing the bloody tears away with your thumb. He coos, closing his eyes.
You cup his face with both hands Your gushing fingers pooling his gums with blood.
Reaching down you place your lips against his intact cheek, pecking at his salty skin he pitifully groans.
Wearily opening his eyes blinking the last tears away. โplease forgi-ve me?โ he pathetically moans, leaving his mouth agape
โi think we both know you donโt deserve itโ you jeer, hovering over his mouth with your own, tasting his breath.
Closing his eyes he swallows, โcan i make it be-tter?โ he grips his pants while rubbing his thighs together. tempting his need.
Giving in, you peck his lips before letting your wounded fingers stroke them, nudging through his teeth, he needlessly accepts, sucking like a starved puppy, nursing the irony fluid.
his tongue twisting and turning around your fingers. Almost forgetting what he was being punished for.
You curl your fingers pushing his tongue down. โsay ahโ. obeying he croaks, your fingers sliding deeper into his mouth.
โwiderโ his tongue sticking out you slide farther reaching past his uvula, his eyes watering, doing everything he can to not gag against them. your fingers still gushing, you use your good hand to stretch his undamaged cheek, his mouth wide open revealing every tooth smeared with blood.
how trusting and naive he is. You watch as his chest quickens. So needy.
โgood job puppyโ you praise before removing your hands, then slipping your gooey finger back through his opened cavity, you pull back watching him as you add another finger. his eyes widen and his brows furrow.
Hooking your fingers you stroll across the room, heโs hunched over keeping an awkward pace. His eyes not wavering from yours, he knows he deserves this, youโre getting off on it too, though you wouldnโt let him know that.
Toby grunts unintelligible words.
โspeak up Tobs.โ you warn, with a sharp tug of his jaw.
โi lobe yughโ he barks muffled from the thick bloodied drool spilling from his mouth and hole.
โpromise?โ you ask innocently, tightening your grip stretching the tear.
Toby nods, his knuckles turning pale from clenching them together, his body pleading to touch you.
Bored of being so kind you yank him through the end of the bedroom, forcing him to shuffle against the floor to keep from ripping his wound more.
You reach the bathroom making him face away from the grimey tub, releasing your grasp he gulps the thick slimed drool that collected in his mouth.
bunching his shirt between his hands, begging for release, his bulge twitching against his jeans.
โwant some help with that love?โ he looks away, embarrassed, smirking you reach for his belt buckle, freeing the metal clasp, his head falls to your shoulder.
Brushing your hand over his boxers, grasping his swollen cock, he shudders. peppering kisses to your neck. his tip sticky and throbbing against your touch, he moans. his hot saliva dripping down your neck to your chest, his moans muffled against you.
โdoes that feel good?โ you purr, rubbing him the way you know he likes.
โiโm gon-n-na ahh.โ he stutters while his body jolts against yours, denying him, you let go as he stumbles forward catching himself. His eyes welt, poor toby feeling so betrayed.
โaw baby, donโt be so sad.โ you mockingly pout shoving him in the tub he lands crumpled up and pathetic. โmaybe next time you wonโt throw a fit, after all only good dogs get rewarded.โ you condescendingly ridicule before turning on the water. Leaving him there soaked, sad and soiled.
CreepyPasta OC. His whole gimmick is stealing faces to become desirable or to conceal his identity. His middle name is Carina but I forgot to write it LOL. Excuse the TikTok watermark, it's my account.
it was a simple text, one you almost ignored through bleary, half-asleep eyes. sunlight filtered into your room through a crack in the curtains as the heater whirred to life somewhere in the house. you debated for a bit: it could be a wrong number, spam, some fake number that was going to ask for your card information.
at the very least you could be of some help or entertainment for the morning.it was cold, it was a weekend, there was no rush to be out of bed.
a beat. you only look away for a second before your phone buzzes in a short burst in your palm.
oh, shit. evan.
weird.
not super weird, like 'i've been secretly watching you this entire time' weird, just how out of nowhere he got in touch. maybe, you decide, you should get out of bed. you make for the bathroom as you type, your cat mewling from down the hall and its feet padding on the floor.
you roll your eyes a bit at yourself as you put your phone down to squirt toothpaste on to your toothbrush: 'long time no see'? was that weird to say to an ex? sure, you had broken up and it had been a little rough towards the end (emphasis on 'a little'), but how do you talk to an ex again after almost 6 months of no contact?
still, it wasn't like evan hadn't been a good boyfriend. you hadn't expected much from meeting a stranger on a creepypasta forum, especially when you had only briefly looked into it from a chain mail thing your friends told you about but you had managed to hit the jackpot somehow.
you start to brush your teeth with one hand while the other pauses over the keyboard, sitting on the toilet and bringing up your feet. it had only occurred to you now how much life had happened since you two broke up. that's how uneventful the whole ordeal had been; back to your regularly scheduled program within the week.
you huff softly in amusement around your toothbrush and the now foamy paste. evan had been there in a different chapter of your life and it scratched a nostalgic itch to be rehashing that with him even if it was briefly or in not so many words. it was a chapter where you two would be on the phone until 2:00 am where you crammed and evan slept or gamed, where you survived on iced coffee and energy drinks. it was part of why you were able to make late night trips to his place despite his insistence you wait until morning. 'you're gonna crash or, worse, miss class.' he would say, his voice crackling over your phone speaker; you would hear the smile on his face.
you'd show up in your pjs with a bag of snacks, some yours and most you knew evan would like. when he'd finally open up, he would sigh at the way you offered the bag like a peace offering and neither of you could be really mad. even if you'd have to trudge back to campus in the next couple of hours.
you were staring off.
good times.
you finish washing up as you send your response, not necessarily meaning for that text to sound so final but you figured you and evan both had things to do. you couldn't very much spend all day catching up-
guess not.
the names were familiar, two boys you almost always heard in the background of phone calls with evan. they seemed just as chaotic as him but still never let you feel like an outsider just because you were a girlfriend on your visits.
you snicker at that, leaning against your sink. how easy it had been for you two to fall into old habits. you could almost ignore how evan had suddenly become such an early riser.
you walk back to your room to sit at your desk, booting up your computer as your cat gets up to slink between your legs. you can't help smiling when you click on the first video, vinny without glasses introducing himself and the channel, what's to come for it. it was amateur, sure, as most youtube was but it was an interesting idea for a couple of fellow college age students.
it was no surprise someone like evan would have a blog like that: he was moderately on top of his health, boyishly charming, the whole 9 yards. it was good for him, even if for one reason or another other videos featured long grass fields or abandoned structures.
you look at the time on your screen, sighing softly. a trip down memory lane before breakfast wasn't something you were expecting to do today. you also knew any longer and your cat would start wreaking havoc.
you can't help a bit of familiar warmth creeping up in your chest. that was evan, the one you knew to always stay on friendly terms even when he didn't need to.
you power off your laptop and turn off your phone just as your cat meows in the doorway of your bedroom, demanding sustenance to which you only coo at it. as exs go, that wasn't unpleasant.
I KNOW I KNOW that shit was so boring but what do u want me to do, first you gotta set them up before you knock them down
i'm already having so much fun planning future chapters which will be INFINITELY more fun and where the interactive part starts so get ready for that ;3
btw this will be on ao3 AND quotev (i know, crazy) so if u see this there, dont worry that im being plagiarized LMFAO
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itโd been a long day. from the scrappy mission youโd been sent on with Nina to the shower being out of cold water to everyone being their usual selves, and you really had to take it out on someone.
unluckily for Toby, your sweet little boyfriend, he seemed the clearest option.
clambering up the rotting wooden steps you work on shedding your bloodied jacket while shaking dirt and other less than savory things from your hair.
you and toby share a room, one of the firsts ones after getting off the steps.
shouldering the door open you toss your jacket down on a little pile of clothes already accumulated, instantly looking for toby.
the rooms small as a shoebox so itโs not hard to find him curled up in bed, one hand beneath his cheek and his lips parted with little huffs of breath.
he looks like heโs been nesting up here since you Left with the sheets peeling off your stained mattress, blankets scrunched at the foot of the bed, and an empty plate on the janky bedside table.
stomping over to your guys shared bed youโre quick to wake him with a firm hand shaking him about on his shoulder.
he startles with a sharp intake of breath, thin fingers instinctively curling around your wrist to stop you.
โwake up.โ you demand despite his downturned eyes already fluttering about, eyebrows furrowed and drool crusted at the side of his lips.
โwhat?โ he mumbles out groggily, sitting up with a heavy blink, shoulders curled inwards. he looks like a sopping Pup.
โare you planning to waste away all day?โ you ask firmly, hands falling to your hips like a stern mother. itโs clear youโre trying to start something.
toby, ever Knowing and not wanting to fight, shakes his head with a little jut of his lips. he looks pathetic, and you know he knows how much you like that.
glaring down at him a moment you grab his chin, smushing his thin cheeks in your palm. your thumb rests against his teeth through the gash in his cheek.
he takes it like the sweet boy he is, lips parting faintly as he stares up at you from beneath his eyelashes, still all Sleepy eyed.
tracing the little pout of his lips you tug his bottom lip down until his mouth is partially open and your head dipping faintly, breath hot against his lips, his eyes slipping shut. .
your spit hits hot and wet in his mouth. his eyes fly open, nose scrunched even when he greedily drinks it down.
not wanting to hear him Whine or beg yet you press your thumb between his teeth, slipping atop his lap.
he obediently laps at the pad of your finger, thin fingers curling into the bedsheets since he doesnโt have permission to touch you yet.
his cock already presses hard against your ass, always being easy to rile up. removing your thumb you go to messing with his Lips, and teeth, and then his gash.
if he could feel it itโd probably be a constant pain, but since he doesnโt you have your fun, fingers prying open his teeth through the gap.
he goes along with it obediently, throat bobbing with a gulp of saliva.
โthat get your pussy wet, baby?โ you croon out mockingly, both fingers curling beneath his wriggling tongue.
he replies with a few garbled sounds and a weak shift of his hips beneath your ass.
โwords.โ you demand with a dramatic furrow of your eyebrows and a tilt of your head, utterly Innocent.
he narrows his eyes at you slightly, more spit wetting your fingers as he groans something unintelligible.
deciding itโs Good enough you scissor your fingers to lazily spread his jaw wider, making him whine out, just to be a brat you suspect.
โso Tight. such a good boy,โ you praise him even if he doesnโt deserve it, pulling your fingers out halfway to then sink them in further.
the tips of your filed nails hit his opposite inner cheek, scraping at the wet flesh. his teeth drag along your slick fingers.
his breath comes hot and wet against your collarbone, tongue instinctively curling around your fingers momentarily before falling again.
pulling your fingers out again you wet his gash with his own spit, laying on a thin layer. he takes the moment to gulp down excess saliva and wet his lips.
the skin there is so Red and tempting, you canโt help but to stretch it wide as itโll go. a few droplets of blood come, which he eagerly laps up.
โp-puh-lease.โ he moans out in a high pitched whine, head thinking down on your shoulder, his body twitching against yours.
you survey your fingers in the air for a moment, staring at the mixture of blood and spit shining on them. without thought you bring it to your own mouth, licking a stripe between the now parted fingers.
it tastes like iron and salt. like Toby.
his hands come up to curl uncertainty at the jut of your hips, fingers softly caressing the flesh like itโll help get him what he Wants.
โplease?โ you repeat with a little bite of your bottom lip, wet fingers curling through his greasy brown hair.
he whined again in frustration, crooked teeth biting down at the crook of your neck before his wet lips go to soothing it with sloppy suckling and kisses.
โwords.โ you repeat a bit sterner, not pleased that youโve had to say it twice. wrapping a bit of hair around your knuckles you tug him away to see his face.
โwuhโโ he cuts himself off with a displeased huff of air and a sporadic clench of his jaw, flustered. โi want m-more.โ he pleads quietly, eyebrows furrowed.
โthink you been good enough for that?โ you ask Oโ so earnestly, hand smoothing down to slip through the whispy hair of his nape.
he nods eagerly, without a doubt. you coo like heโs a cute puppy, raising your hand to gently rub over his bitten lips.
they part so easily, tongue fighting to not flick out of his mouth, drool pooling again. you smile and trace his bottom lip a moment, before crawling off his lap.
you hear his frustrated whine and the rip of his bedsheets beneath his hands as you walk off to the bathroom to ready yourself for bed.
AN: bello guysโฆโฆ. go look at my other stuff. i lob toby
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