SoftBlondiee

Hypnotizes you and blows up your mind with mine.

and a little Brian doodle bcs that's my man and I love him dearly.

Werewolf! Toby x Reader comin’ right up !! ^3^

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Your boyfriend had developed a weird habit.

For as long as you’d known him, he would randomly disappear into the night at the strangest times. It took you a bit to notice, and when you did, you brushed it off.

At the beginning, when you had first met him- you thought he was odd, to say the least.

Standing alone under a dim street light, the bulb flickered sporadically. It lights his silhouette, and his shoulders jerked faintly. You were a little put off, waiting for the bus with your only companion being some twitching masked man- yet there was a charm about him you couldn’t quite place.

A minute of silence passed, and you waved. A friendly gesture, one most people would have ignored, but not him. It was like his whole body came alive. He waved back at you, eyes bright. The lower half of his face was covered by a muzzle, but you felt it’d be rude to judge.

He’d told you that his name was Toby. That he lived far out into the woods, working as a hunter.

Almost every night, he’d meet you at the stop. Talking for hours on hours, you had even started showing up early. Just to see him.

That eventually spiralled into him asking you out, stuttering more than usual. Fidgeting with the edge of his sleeves, he’d said-

“There’s a diner s-still open. If your bus is delayed we ca-can go, if you’re hungry?”

And the rest was history.

Your relationship progressed quickly, smoothly, at that. One year in and things couldn’t be better. It’s just that recently, he’d begun disappearing from your side in the dead of night. Well, he had always done that, slipping through the windows past midnight was something you were accustomed to. Even in his own home, he liked to surprise you.

Choosing the bedroom sill instead of the door when you’d sleep over, just to have you yell at him. However, this felt different.

Toby was the clingiest guy to ever walk. Not that you were complaining, of course. It simply seemed out of character for him to part from you mid-cuddle-sesh, especially after a long day.

Working gruelling hours in between the trees, with the looming threat of a maniac on the loose- it worried you. Your lover was strong, stronger than you thought possible. But still.

That brings you to the present. Your thoughts swirling around in your head as you look to your side, the mattress is cold to the touch. Toby had left again. Sighing, you pout. Cuddling further into his side, you wonder where in the world could he possibly be?

Worry consumes you, and images of the missing people on the news flash every time you close your eyes. There was no way you were going to be able to sleep. Pushing down the covers, you decide that it was pointless to toss and turn any longer. I mean, he couldn’t have gotten too far, right?

Dressing yourself quickly, your feet carry you to the door, then out into the birch.

Twigs crunch softly under your boots, and with a flash light in hand, you call his name. It was muddy, and the fresh rainfall from only a few hours ago make it easy to follow his foot steps. Easy enough, anyway. The moon glows above you, full and bright.

Continuing down the (his) path, before you slap a palm over your mouth. Dread fills your stomach, and you freeze.

Goggles.

Hung from a branch, they were cracked at the edges. Scuffed from violence you had yet to witness. Glancing down, his old sneakers were set just below. Now you’re really panicking, did something happen to him? Had he been attacked by the masked lunatic behind all the recent disappearances?

Fumbling for your phone, when a warbled growl catches your attention. With cold sweat lining your back, you turn slowly. The beam of your light focuses on the furry mass, and you squeak.

A wolf.

Wait- no. A.. human? No, that doesn’t seem right either.

Standing before you, balanced on its hind legs, is a Werewolf. You think. Towering over you, it huffs, stepping forward while you step back. The flashlight was pointed at the creatures torso, but when you tilt the torch up- the sight confuses you.

With fur covering most of its skin, its features are humanoid. Not quite a snout, yet not fully a nose. Fluffy ears sat upon its head, flicking once and awhile.

Whatever shirt it’d been wearing must have been torn in the “transformation” if you’re going by folklore. Your thoughts are cut short when the wolf lunges at you. Knocked to the ground, the impact making you grunt.

The damp soil is cold even through your jacket, and with the creature pinning you down, you brace yourself. You can see the flashlight from here. Dropped in the rush, it lays motionless a few feet from your side. This is it.

Your lids are shut tight, body tensing. For pain, for sharp teeth to sink into your throat- yet nothing. The seconds stretch on, and the only constant is the panting inches from your face. Cracking one eye open, the beast is staring at you. It seems… excited?

Tail wagging back and forth, its snout nudges your cheek, before the thing leaves an affectionate lick across the area. You blink, and it blinks back. From this distance, it seems oddly familiar. The way it pounced on you, its enthusiasm in your presence- the mannerisms illicit a strange fondness in you. The feeling blooming in your chest.

Then, a light bulb goes off. There was no way- but you could recognize those eyes anywhere. In any life, in any form. You’d always know, always see him for what he was. Your lover.

Toby.

Stuttering, your voice unsure as it leaves your lips. “Tobes?” And he yips, pleased by your recognition. He licks you again, smelling of dog and pine. Well, there goes your plan for a cat adoption. You sigh, smiling tiredly, you throw your arms around him. Letting him settle his weight on top of you, and nearly crushing you in the process. It’s okay though, at least he’s not dying somewhere. You guess.

Hours passed, and he still seems to be perfectly content with falling asleep in the middle of the forest. You, however, are very human, and very sore. The weather working against you, and your fingers were getting number by the minute.

Scratching behind his ear, and it twitches slightly at your touch. How cute.

“Toby, I wanna’ go home. We can cuddle inside.”

Muttering into his fur, your words have him jumping into action. Rising off of you, his warmth leaves with him, and you shiver. Toby tries to help you up, but it’s more just shoving his head into your shoulder until you stand. The thought counts though.

The trek home was fast, with you on his back while he trudges on all fours. Slumping into the soft fur, you breathe in deep. His wolf form is sizeable, stable, and you almost doze off on the ride back.

Finally reaching your (his) home, you use your spare key to unlock the door. You feel exhausted. Sleep deprivation and anxiety finally consumes you- and you can barely hold yourself up by the time you reach the bed.

With Toby in your shadow, you change back into your pyjamas. Your hands sink into the plush comforter when you climb onto the mattress, and he hops to cover your frame. An overgrown puppy, he nuzzles into your hair, mounting you like a blanket. Now cozy and warm, you slip in and out of consciousness. Falling asleep with his rumbles acting as white noise.

You’re jolted awake only a few hours later, the sun not even peeking over the clouds yet. The source? A very anxious and fearful Tobias.

Scrambling off you, he plasters himself to the nearest corner. Half human and half dog, his more animal leaning traits fading. Left with nothing but a pair of floppy ears, and a tail between his legs- he stares at you. Eyes wide, he squawks.

“You weren’t- I wasn’t- fuck. I was g-gonna tell you, I promise. It just- I don’t kn-know—“

Grimacing, he was far too loud for your thirty-five percent working brain. You blink slowly, before smacking your lips together. Your voice quiet, measured.

“It’s fine… I think. Just tell me next time, okay? If you’re- I don’t know. Turning into a cat next, or something.”

Beckoning him over, he follows without question. Weak for you no matter the form, his body is back on top of yours in seconds.

You have no idea why you’re so calm about this, but at this point, you didn’t care. Werewolf or not, he was still your baby. Humming, you play with the tips of his ears, they’re so soft. “No more secrets, Tobes. My human heart can only take so much, you know.”

His apology is muffled, face tucked into the hollow of your shoulder. “S-sorry, it’s just- weird. I guess. B-But I promise, no more secrets.” With that, you huff out a laugh. This whole situation was so stupid. Like oh no, your boyfriend is secretly a werewolf. Absurd even, whatever. That was a problem for tomorrow you. Because right now, he was home safe, and you were sleepy.

Cocooned in his arms, Toby thinks he’s the luckiest man alive. He presses a kiss to your collar, mumbling. “… I love you.” The confession is shy, and you can’t help but grin. Using the last of your energy, you return his vow. Softly, and with meaning. Endearment in every vowel, you’d always liked dogs more, anyway.

“I love you, Toby. Goodnight.”

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Extra scene for giggles :p

Kicking your shoes off, you shucked the coat onto the rack by the door. A spontaneous visit. You missed him, and had planned to spend the night. Stopping in your tracks when your eyes land on a trail of red. Trailing from the welcome mat to the downstairs bathroom, was he hurt?

Brows furrowed with concern, you padded down the hall, and through the ajar bathroom door- your jaw dropped.

In the centre of the room, stood a blood soaked Toby. Scarlet staining his signature striped hoodie, it splattered across his face, and in his hand? The scarf you’d seen on a missing poster. The one that obviously belonged to a victim.

After your brain rebooted, you groaned. Loud and irritated, he could not be serious.

“Tobias Erin Rogers.”

Your voice had him shooting ten feet into the air, whipping around to you. The color drained from his face, and he clumsily hid the clearly used hatchet behind his back. It was almost cartoonish. “M-muffin-! When’d you get here-“ you don’t let him finish.

Lip curled into a judgmental snarl, your tone was clipped. “Do not play in my face. Are you or are you not. Responsible for the disappearances in the area.” Panicked, he shuffles around before you in shambles. Was slender scarier or were you? Gun to his head, he’d have to bite the dust. Swallowing thickly, you could see him choosing his words.

He does not choose correctly.

“Okay- shit. Uh- it’s not li-like that. It’s my b-boss. It’s com-complicated, I swear—“

The frenzy worsens his stutter, and you pinched the bridge of your nose. A vein was popping out of your neck. And Toby prayed the heavens would be merciful.

The tight sigh you let out begged to differ.

“Tobias- on everything that holds true, I’ve had it up to here. First, you’re a werewolf- now you’re a serial killer? Pick a struggle.”

“I-It’s not what it looks like- fuck. Okay, yes it is- but I can explain, baby-“

“Do not start—“

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Mutual masturbation with Toby.

Watching across the couch from each other while he’s pumping himself roughly and staring at the way your fingers disappear inside.

You can’t fuck because it was a spur of the moment thing but he gets desperate, ending up hovered over you, jacking off onto your stomach. However, his will power isn’t strong enough to stop there, and he promises he won’t go all the way. Panting out “I’ll j-just- it’ll be fine if I don’t go too deep- I’ll pull out.”

He slips in about half way, thrusting shallowly, when his head rests slumps onto your shoulder. The whole “just the tip” idea doesn’t last long, and before you know it, he’s dropping his hips down. Pelvis flush, he’s slurring apology after apology into your throat, yet his cock is remains buried.

You’re clinging onto his shoulders, and he’s rocking into you so hard the couch creaks. Pre cum mixing with your slick as he fucks you further into the cushions. His pants aren’t even off, belt dangling just below his ass, your underwear tugged to the side. His teeth latch onto your skin when he lets out a throaty moan- but he does stay true to his previous oath.

He hurriedly parts from you, his weight carried by the arm he was braced by your head while he tugs at his length. Toby’s grinding his cock head harshly onto your clit, making your eyes roll when he spills hotly onto your cunt.

Unfortunately his libido is inhumanly high, and he’s sliding back in balls deep with a groan, defeating the purpose of pulling out to begin with-

Just the tip to breeding kink who’s with me.