hi, im frankie/wes! i’ve been a longtime author (lurking on here and posting on ao3, you can find me there as conspiracydoe) and I’ve decided to share some of my bullshit thoughts with the uprise of creepypasta smau’s 🙏🙏
this is a very ugly intro post i’m so sorry LMFAOO
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⚠︎ i’m 20, so PLEASE for the love of god mdni. expect a lot of suggestive bullshit and darker themes for actual fics. ⚠︎
⚠︎ most likely dubcon, cnc, mild gore, medplay, sadism. the dove is dead and i killed it with my bare hands ⚠︎
this will probably be edited later when i can come up with a coherent list of limits and whatnot, but my requests are open :)
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i’m genderfluid, masc leaning so most of my writing will be too! for the most part, i’ll be keeping my language gender neutral though.
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Hii:)), i js wanted to say i love ur work, and i like read one of ur smaus, and toby refers to reader as „liebe“. Im half german, and i wanted to like maybe recommend some more nicknames? „Liebe“/„meine liebe“ is usually referred between old friends or something (usually between women) and i wanted to recommend liebling instead, which is more commonly used in romantic relationships and is more similar to the english „my love“:))
another alternative would be „Schatz“ or „maus“ (although i lwk find maus super corny, but its common around young people in general) which are also common names to name ur gf/partner
PLS DONT TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY this is in NO way meant to be hate, just little advice from a german😞❤️🩹❤️🩹
schatz and maus are in the list of nicknames i have written down for him and the reader !! (i’m also not too fond of maus tbh..) but thank you for the correction/ advice :D!!
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are u thinking of ever adding liu and sully? they’re one of my faves, its okay if not! just curious
i’m gonna be so honest i never read liu and sully’s story 💔💔 LJ is another one that’s been requested and my worst fear is mischaracterizing them, but if demand is that high im willing to research 🫡🫡
also feel free to send in your hcs for him anon.. i might store em away for later
Mmmmmmm I lauvvvvv how u write Toby,,,,, yay!!!!!!!!! 😸😸😸😸
AAUUWHHGG THANK YEWWW.. i’m honestly very torn between how i write him tbh bc part of me wants him to be completely WHIPPED and pathetic for the reader, vs being more closed off and begrudgingly obsessed
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I’m eating these smaus up they’re so amazing. KEEP THEM GOING PLEASEEEEE i’ll be ur biggest fan lol
You write everyone beautifully 🥹🥹
THIS IS SO SWEET OMFGGG THANK YOU SMMM 😭😭 i genuinely didn’t expect to get this much attention from my silly little posts but im so glad y’all like them 🥹🥹
still working my way through requests but pls feel free to send in more ideas!!
⌖ summary: you’re fed up. exhausted from a mission and all you wanna do is relax, but first you have to deal with the nuisance of your occasional mission partner.
⌖ characters: ticci toby/ FTM!reader
⌖ warnings: you aren’t really here, it’s mostly just toby jerking off, masturbation, perv!toby, READER IS FTM. i cannot stress this enough, dirty talk, use of the word panties, use of the word cunt for reader’s anatomy, toby being gross and pathetic, a Little bit of forcefem (directed at toby)
⌖ word count: 1,733
⌖ a/n: cross posting this from ao3 and im still ass at summaries :/
You stumbled through the mansion’s front door, muscles aching, adrenaline still thrumming underneath your skin like heavy bass. The mission had been a shitshow. There was blood on your sleeves, grit in your teeth, and a migraine building behind your eyes. All you’d wanted was a scalding shower and ten fucking minutes where the world didn’t feel like it was trying to kill you.
You peel off your shirt, tossing it toward the laundry basket and missing. You rifle through your dresser for clean underwear, only to find nothing. Fingers paw at empty space. You swear you had at least one pair left.
You freeze, irritation only building further. You could feel all the grime, dirt, blood and sweat drying on your skin. It made you shudder.
You yanked the drawer open wider, shoving aside socks, a crumpled pack of cigarettes, nothing. A growl built in your throat.
"Motherfucker."
You kick an empty redbull can, crushing it underneath your boot, dragging a bloodied hand over your face. An irritated sigh left your lips as you dug through the overflowing laundry bin, tossing shirts and pants to the floor. Nothing.
You weren’t one to throw fits over small things, but today had been an absolute disaster. First, the target almost got away due to Toby’s entirely too eager attitude to sink his hatchets into something. Tim, for some reason had decided to give you both an earful over it, like you were Toby’s goddamn keeper.
Your temper flared at the memory, knocking over the laundry bin with a frustrated growl.
“Wow. Suh-someone’s upset.” Toby’s unmistakable grating voice came from the doorway. Your chest heaved with rage as you met the brunette’s eyes.
“Fuck off, Toby. I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit.” You seethe, picking up the scattered clothes and shoving them back into the hamper.
“Wh-what the hell happened a-anyways? D’you- hn- l-lose your vibrator o-or something?” Toby snickered, his neck jerking to the side with a crack. You glared at him hard, tossing another shirt into the bin with entirely too much force.
“No, dickhead. I’m outta clothes.” You grumbled, brushing your fingers through your hair with a sigh.
“C-completely? Nn-nothing left?” The older proxy grinned, leaning in the doorway to glance around the messy room. His eyes immediately locked onto the underwear drawer, empty, courtesy of him of course.
“D-don’t- hnk- get your p-panties in a bu-bunch about it.” His grin stretched into something that if you looked hard enough almost looked knowing.
“Oh, fuck off.” You grumble, turning back to the beat up dresser as you grab a clean tee shirt and shorts. “Move.” You mutter, pushing past Toby, storming off into the bathroom down the hall.
“Dumb bi-bitch.” Toby muttered to himself, his entire body thrumming with excitement as he padded down the hallway back to his bedroom.
You’d been vague on purpose, but Toby knew exactly what article of clothing the younger proxy was missing. Your last pair of panties. The brunette tried not to make a habit out of stealing shit directly from your room, but he couldn’t resist.
The prior week he had caught you in the kitchen in nothing but a tee shirt and a lacey pair of sage green panties. He got so hard he almost passed out. Before you could even register Toby’s presence, he quickly dashed back into his room to take care of the issue.
That night, he spent an embarrassing amount of time pumping his cock to just the brief glance he had caught of your ass. He had to bite his shirt to muffle the ragged moans and heavy breaths that escaped his lips as he drooled onto his pillows, grinding pathetically against the mattress.
Toby had made it back into his room, closing the door with a groaning creak. The brunette had one thought on his mind. Fuck, he needed to jerk off. His movements were frantic as he rummaged through the mess of his room, strewn about blankets and discarded clothes, until he found the aforementioned pair of panties.
He shuddered at the softness of the fabric underneath his fingertips as he held them up to his nose, the faint scent of your sweat and cheap detergent making his head spin.
His cock throbbed against his thigh, already leaking through his boxers. Pathetic. He knew it was pathetic, but god, he just couldn’t get enough.
Toby kicked off his boots, his movements jerky with urgency as he flopped onto his mattress. He didn't even bother undressing completely, biting down on the sage fabric as he fumbled with his belt buckle. A quiet groan escaped the brunette’s lips as he sucked on the fabric, a shudder coursing through his body.
Toby finally managed to undo his belt, unzipping his too tight jeans and shoving his hand down his boxers. His cock was already achingly hard and dripping like a goddamn faucet.
"F-fuck- hnng-" he slurred into the material of the stolen panties, drool already seeping into the fabric.
The panties were damp. Ruined and stretched between his teeth as he choked back another whine.
His hips jerked into his fist, his thumb smearing precome over the flushed head of his cock. Every drag of his hand was punishing, his knuckles bumped against the zipper of his jeans, the bite of metal only spurring him on.
He squeezed his eyes shut, but an image burned behind his lids. You, face down in his bed, riding him, it didn’t matter- your body trembling with every thrust of his hips.
He arched off the bed, the elastic of your underwear snapping against his lips as he bit down harder. His free hand clawed at the sheets, bunching the stained fabric. "S'good, s'fuckin' g-good- nngh-"
A ragged moan punched out of him as he imagined your voice, sharp and judgmental. ‘God, you’re so fucking disgusting.’
Toby's stomach lurched. He was such a pervert. A drooling, pathetic mess, grinding into his own hand as he pictured your cunt fluttering around his cock.
His teeth sawed into the lace until his jaw creaked, spit smearing down his chin. His hips stuttered, fucking up into his fist like it was your hand and not his own. Like you had him pinned against the mattress, forcing him to rut against it.
"Ha-ahh!- fuck, ff-fuuuck- "
The fantasy shifted, warped. You beneath him now, thighs trembling, those pretty panties ruined, shoved to the side as Toby shoved his cock into you with a brutal thrust.
"L-look a-at you," Toby moaned into the fabric, voice cracking. "T-takin’ it l-like a- hnn- like a fuh-fuckin’ whore- "
His own words sent a jolt through him. He was the whore here, wasn’t he? Jerking off to the younger proxy’s stolen panties. He was disgusting, repulsive, any word that came to mind, he was it.
The thought made his stomach twist with a sharp coil of arousal.
He rutted faster, the bedframe squeaking with his erratic thrusts.
"Wish y-you- hnng- w-wish you could s-see yourself." He gasped, imagining your disgusted stare. ‘Fucking disgrace. Couldn’t help yourself? Had to take my shit ‘cause you’re too much of a coward to make a move, Rogers?’
His eyes closed once again as he pictured your eyes locked onto his gaze completely blank, bored even. Not even pity, let alone interest. Like he was a joke. A pathetic waste.
The vision made his stomach lurch. It made him so much fucking harder.
"D'you- d-do you think I-I'm s-sick?" He whined around the spit-soaked fabric.
"Do you- haah.. think I'm a f-freak?"
The words came out strangled, his hips snapping up harder, the guilt choking him even more.
He didn’t want to imagine what you'd think if he saw him like this. That was a goddamn lie, and he knew it.
He was a disgusting, pathetic freak, drooling over the underwear of a guy he despised and obsessed over while he fantasized about his contempt. He was sick.
“T-tell me I'm a ff-f-freak..” Toby almost whimpered, his eyes clenched shut. The brunette was panting heavily, breathing in the fading scent of your cunt on the fabric as he jackrabbited into his hand.
“Pleasepleaseplease-“ He let out a pathetic whine as drool dripped down his chin, his cock leaking so much precome he thought he had pissed himself.
Toby was practically teetering on the edge, grinding shamelessly against the mattress before he let out a frustrated whimper. His hand wasn’t enough, it never was.
His fingers trembled as he peeled the soaked panties from his mouth, saliva strings dripping down his stubble. The lace was stretched beyond recognition, damp with spit and speckled with flecks of blood where he'd bitten through his lip.
“O-oh, shit.”
His chest heaved as he stared at the ruined fabric, his cock pulsing against his stomach in approval. In a swift motion, Toby threw himself back against the bed, a shuddering moan tearing through his chest as he slowly dragged the soaked panties down his stomach to wrap the lace around his shaft.
The fabric clung to his skin, slick with spit as it mixed with the still dripping precome from his tip. Toby’s breath hitched as his hips jolted, fucking up into the completely soaked fabric.
The sensation was filthy. The lace scraped against his over sensitive tip, a pathetic whine escaping his lips.
“Mmh- ah, p-please! I-I’ll be g-good. Y-y’won’t even haah-have to u-use the muzzle!-“ A loud moan threatened to tear through his chest, opting to bite down on his hand to muffle it.
‘Pathetic. You wanna wear ‘em next time? Hm?’
Toby came hard, spilling into the lace and painting his stomach as his orgasm crashed over him, but he didn’t stop grinding against the fabric until tears pricked his eyes and his thighs trembled so hard it shook his bedframe.
He finally managed to settle down, slowly regaining control of his erratic breathing, only occasional tics stirring him. “Hahh- sh- shit.” Toby huffed, grasping your cum soaked panties with shaking fingers as he pulled the fabric away from his cock and let out an almost pained hiss at the overstimulation.
He dropped the garment next to his head and let out a shuddering breath, his head still fuzzy with lingering arousal.
He hadn’t realized how much time had passed, the only tell of the passage being the shower turning off and the faint sound of footsteps.
i’ve seen someone do this before and i really liked it. it’s an smau of basically you have a bad dream of you and ur bf breaking up and you wake up thinking it was real. Do you think you could do that? it’s okay if not I love your smaus!!
it deadass would NAWTTT let me post that with this ask but here u go !! part one, at least lol
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