Warnings: female genitalia, female reader, implied chubby reader. Unprotected penetration, cream pie, tit sucking, cum eating, oral (f!receiving), Toby cums in his boxers, after care, pet names such as: angel, sweetheart, baby, gorgeous, lots of praise, Cody and Toby being sweet boys who adore they’re lover<3

Toby had just come home from hunting. Walking in the front door of your shared cabin home only to see you’re not there waiting for him like you always are. Normally you’d be in the kitchen prepping for dinner or on the couch watching a movie with Cody but, neither of you are there.

He drops the deer he caught onto the kitchen floor, something you’ll scold him for later and begins to walk through the cabin. He checks the living room, the bathroom, Cody’s spare room for his lab. He can find you anywhere!

That is until he walks further down the hall and starts to hear your sweet, melodic…moans? Toby carefully creaks the door of your three’s shared bedroom open to get a peek of what’s happening inside. And oh boy, is it a pretty sight.

There you are; laid on your side, bare, with Cody’s chest pressed against your back. His arm holding up one of your legs as he cuddle fucks you from behind. His lips pressed against your neck as graceful moans spill from your plump pink lips.

Toby could already feel his cock start to throb in the confines of his jeans. He would feel betrayed if the sight wasn’t so beautiful. Your eye brows furrowed and your lips parted in a soft ‘o’ shape as your hole flutters around Cody’s cock.

Toby’s hand slides down to palm himself, still watching like a perv through the crack of the door. Soft pants leave his lips as he rubs his cock through his jeans. He bites his lower lip trying to muffle his moans but it’s to no avail. Cody perks up at the sound of Toby’s whimpers, they make eye contact through the crack of the door.

“Look at who’s watching, Angel. Should we give him a show?” Cody purrs in your ear. Your eyes dart over to the door, seeing Toby standing there with hunger in his eyes. You try to speak but Cody speeds up, causing a sharp moan to leave your lips.

Unable to control his hunger any longer Toby rids himself of his jacket, shirt and jeans. Leaving him in just his boxers as he makes his way over to you. He slides into the bed beside you, caging you in. Immediately his lips are on yours, muttering sweet praise in between sloppy kisses.

“You’re so pretty, angel.”

“Can’t get enough of you.”

“Always so good for us.”

He mumbles almost drunkenly, intoxicated by the taste of you. Toby kisses down your jaw, leaving a wet trail down your throat to the valley of your breasts. He sucks at the supple skin of your chest, purple bruises blooming under his lips. Once satisfied with the marks on your skin he latches onto a nipple. Suckling gently as he looks up at your pleasured face.

One of his hands reaches up to paw at your other boob, making sure to give them both equal attention. Your hand comes up to grip Toby’s hair, keeping his lips pressed against your chest. After a few minutes he switches to the other breast. Sucking and flicking his tongue just as he did to the other one.

You pant softly as the duel pleasure overtakes you. Your whines prolonging and your whimpers growing in volume as your orgasm builds. “Cmon, baby. I know you’re close.” Cody coos in your ear. Toby releases your nipple with a wet pop. “Please, sweetheart. Want you to cum, do it for me.” He pleads, one hand snaking down to circle your clit.

Cody speeds up his thrusts, his groans growing more frequent signaling his impending release. Your cunt clenches around him causing his hips to stutter. “Gonna fill you up nice and full. Make your cute tummy swell up with my cum.” Cody grunts in your ear, his thrusts growing sloppy.

Between their words and touch it’s enough to push you over the edge. A series of soft whimpers escape you as your orgasm hits. Your thighs spasm and your chest heaves as pleasure overwhelms you. Your vision going white as you squeeze your eyes shut. Toby watches your face contort in pleasure, almost in awe of your beauty.

Cody’s close behind you. Burying himself balls deep inside you as his seed spurts out, coating your inner walls. He pants in your ear, groaning about how good you feel as you clench hard around him. Cody’s cum seeps out of your hole, soaking your thighs and the sheets below.

They work you through your orgasm, whispering warm praises. “Good job, gorgeous. I’m so proud of you.” Cody leaves soft kisses on your neck and shoulder trailing down your back as he slows his pace, letting you recover. “You looked so pretty, angel. Always so beautiful.” Toby coos as he massages your body.

His hands slide across your thighs, gently squeezing the cellulite covered flesh before moving to your meaty hips. His large palms engulfing them, watching as the fat peaks through the gaps of his fingers. His hands then glide up to your chubby tummy. Smoothing over the stretch marks, worshipping all your so called ‘imperfections’.

Cody carefully pulls out of your quivering hole. Guiding you onto your back so he can see your pretty face. “There’s our girl.” He softly smiles, brushing your hair off your sweat slicked forehead. Toby nuzzles his cheek against your chest his hand still resting on your tummy.

“Here, let’s get you cleaned up.” Cody gets up off the bed and begins heading towards the bathroom. “No need.” Toby calls out. “I’ll clean her up.” He says, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing your skin. “You‘ll let me clean you up, right, sweetheart?” He softly coos.

You’re still dazed from your intense orgasm but nod nonetheless, leaning into his palm. Toby smiles and presses a quick kiss to your lips. He slides off the mattress and kneels at the foot of the bed. Gently kissing your ankle, moving up towards your knee.

He hooks his arms under your knees and drags you towards him, causing you to yelp in surprise. “Oops, sorry, angel.” Toby sheepishly smiles before going back to pressing sloppy open mouthed kisses up your inner thigh. He presses one last kiss to the top of your mound before licking a stripe from your cum soaked hole all the way up to your clit.

Cody slides back into the bed beside you. Pulling your head against his chest as he takes his fingers through your sweaty hair. Cooing sweetly as you whine against his skin. “Good girl. You’re doing so good, letting Toby clean you up.” Cody presses soft kisses to the top of your head, holding you securely.

He slides his tongue in and out of your hole. Slurping up the mess between your thighs. Your hand shoots down to his hair, trying your best to be gentle despite the overstimulation. Your thighs quiver, threatening to close around his head. It doesn’t bother Toby one bit, he continues eating like it’s his full time job.

Slick and saliva drip down from the gash in his cheek, making a mess of his face. The sight only makes you more aroused. Seeing him so blissed out from giving you pleasure. Toby humps the foot of the bed, his cock aching for relief but he holds out for you.

“F-Fuck, baby. I’m close.” You whine, pulling at his brown locks. Toby moans against your cunt, seemingly excited at the thought of you cumming on his tongue. He doubles down on his actions. Sucking and slurping at your pussy as he frantically ruts against the bed, getting close to his own orgasm.

Toby wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it like it’s candy. The feeling of his tongue flicking across your sensitive nub is enough to send you barreling into a second orgasm. Your thighs clamp down around his head, your hips bucking against his face.

Toby whines into your cunt as you rub your pussy against his face. It’s enough to send him into his own orgasm. His hips stutter as he clumsily ruts against the mattress, cumming in his boxers. He drinks up your release once more, overstimulating your poor pussy.

You push his head away, your chest heaving as you pant for air. “Sorry, angel. You just taste so good.” Toby whines, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He climbs up onto the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist as he lays his head on your belly. Your hand moves to rake your nails across his scalp. Toby practically purrs at the feeling.

Cody keeps your head tucked against his chest, still carding his fingers through your hair. The three of you stay like that for a while. Simply basking in each other’s presence. Toby looks up at you, admiring how you look with the post-orgasm glow. He tilts his head just slightly to press his lips to your tummy.

“I’ll go draw a bath.” Cody says, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before standing up and sliding on his boxers. Toby stays with you on the bed, peppering soft, almost reverent kisses across your skin. You lay there boneless and worn out. However, you know you’ll be taken care of. Your boys are devoted to you after all.

Toby and his family moved across the states after the accident. They were moving to West Virginia, a more rural town surrounded by forest. He didn't want to be there, but he didn't have much of a choice. Really didn't help his mood when his father basically screamed at his mother for the entire three day trip. He was slumped in the back of the car, ticcing uncontrollably, one hour to go on the drive. He winced when his father yelled at him to shut up, sighing and trying to hold his vocal tics, again. Maybe he could make it until they reached the new house.

They reached the house, and he quietly helped unload the car, gently helping his mom climb out. Sighing, he patched her up quietly later in the bathroom, and let her cry on his shoulder, ticcing quietly.

For the next two and a half weeks of summer, Toby pretty much just laid in bed. He didn't have much energy or will to do anything. He would pull out his computer and play some games, but his father broke hit before their trip even began. He pulled out his old ipod from his 14th birthday, and laid back in bed, staring at the ceiling and looping the same playlist on shuffle endlessly to block out his father. Same old, same old.

When school started, he absolutely did not want to be there. His Tourette's was neigh uncontrollable, and he couldn't help but tic through every day. Of course, the other kids in class were horrible to him about it. He was bullied relentlessly, and was beat up on the first day of school, and many days after that. He went home, his mother patched him up, his father mocked him, and he went to lie in bed again. It went on like this for a few weeks. It was August second when his dad broke his mothers nose. They got into a fight and he slammed her head on the counter. Toby was furious, but he quietly patched her up, ignoring his father egging him on.

That night, he had sleep paralysis again for the first time in a month or two, but it was different this time. His eyes opened, and there was a being standing at the end of his bed. He couldn't tell who or what it is. Could have been his father if it wasn't so tall. They stared at each other for around three hours before Toby fell back asleep. He was afraid, yes. But not much bothered him since Lyra died.

He mourned her every day. He never stopped. His mother mourned in silence, afraid, and his father cursed him to move on, but he didn't. He was never one to pray, but he lit candles for her the way she used to, prayed to a god they'd both loved, Dionysus. He cried for her at night. She never left his mind. He missed his sister more than anything in the world. He had a small alter in the back of his closet so his Father wouldn't find it, candles, pictures of her, foods she loved and special items.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Toby began having hallucinations of the creature he saw. It was everywhere. It was in the reflections of mirrors and windows, across the school yard while he was being kicked, at the end of the street when he pulled down his blinds, and behind his eyelids every night when he tried to sleep. He couldn't understand why it was haunting him.

His mother noticed his extreme paranoia, depression, and unrelenting tics/tic attacks, and scheduled him for a meeting with a local psychiatrist. She talked him up for the whole drive, and he smiled and nodded, not wanting to be there but not wanting to further sadden or worry his mother. Her arm was in a sling today. It was bad enough she was driving him.

He met with the psych, sitting down in the office. She asked him how he'd been. He didn't know how to respond, but suddenly felt bitter.

"Fantastic. Obviously that's why mom brought me here."

"I'm sorry, Tobias. I thought I'd let you give your own input." He felt bad for a moment, before wincing at the usage of his full name, getting more frustrated. He hated this already.

"Don't call me that. It's Toby. I'm Toby." He was fighting his vocal tics as he spoke, but his physical tics were getting worse in response, and he saw her flinch and lean a bit further away in his chair. He felt a pang through his heart, immediately angry. But he wouldn't blow up. He wasn't him.

Then he saw the figure behind her.

He didn't even hear what she was saying. He just stared at it. For some reason for as much as he'd been seeing it, he'd never seen it in such clarity, and it was still fuzzing around the edges, almost as if it wasn't fully there. It towered over the back of her chair, slowly leaning down to him.

"Toby," It spoke, and he could barely comprehend its voice. It was garbled, layered, echoed over itself endlessly and buzzed and burned inside his ears. "I want to help you. Let me help you."

He screamed, grabbing a lamp off the side table next to him and whipping it at the creature. He heard the psych scream and froze, whipping his gaze to where she was holding her arms over her face, ceramic and glass sprawled on the floor behind her at the base of the wall. They made eye contact, and he felt sick. He didn't understand. He wanted to say sorry. He suddenly wanted to explain everything. He wanted to say he wasn't him. He wanted his mother. He wanted Lyra.

He passed out.

Toby awoke later in his room, still feeling sick. The lights were out, his room only illuminated by the moonlight casting in through the blinds and the yellow light seeping in from under his doorway. (tw heavy abuse and murder after this) He could hear his parents screaming downstairs. There was a smash, his mother was crying. He jolted upright, tics coming back harshly as he tried to quietly make his way to the top of the stairs, peering down. His father was screaming about him.

"We have to get rid of him, Evelyn," He screamed, furious. "He's a disaster. He's dangerous and annoying and he's a fucking nuisance anyways!! And now I owe that stupid fucking psychiatrist so much goddamn money!! What is wrong with you!!" His mother cowered away from him, shaking, but angry as well.

"We are NOT getting rid of our SON, Greg! He's just scared and sick!" Toby winced at the phrasing of "sick", but continued watching, listening. He felt static pulling at the edges of his vision, but ignored it, honing his eyes in on his father.

"He goes. Tonight, or tomorrow, your choice, Evelyn, but he's fucking going. He's young enough to get thrown at the orphanage." He took a large swig of beer, stumbling slightly, and Toby twitched, hands tightening so much on the railing bars he thought he might splinter them.

"No. He is not." His mother shook, standing up to him, fists clenched. He stopped, and both Toby and his mother held their breath.

"Excuse me?"

"He's not going. No."

The next few minutes were a blur. His mother was hurt, and hurt bad. She was crying, and his father was screaming at her. The living room was trashed. Toby ran down the stairs and his father heard, spinning around and screaming after him as he darted into the garage, heart thumping almost as loud as Greg's thundering footsteps. He found his fathers old hatchets in the back of the garage, his blood pumping in his ears. Everything was hazy and the static crept further into his vision.

"Let me help you."

He spun around, hatchets gripped tight in his hands as he shook and ticced. His father tore into the room, drunk and furious. He saw Toby bearing the hatchets and laughed deliriously.

"Now what are you gonna do with those, boy?" Toby almost blacked out at the name, screaming and sprinting forwards. A mass fight ensued, the two of them struggling against each other to gain headway, Toby's mother screaming in the background. Toby pinned him down. He spat curses and slurs and all kinds of horrible things about him, his mother, his sister, Lyra. He raised the hatchet, and brought it down on his skull. Blood sprayed and his mother distantly screamed in horror, but he didn't stop. Another swing, another, another, another, another. Tears poured down his face, but he didn't feel it, notice, or care. His arms stopped swinging. He looked up. His mother was holding his arms gently, but securely, the creature standing behind her, looming over the both of them. He was towering.

"Toby," She whispered. "That's enough. He's dead, love." He looked down, sniffling and ticcing, and he was.

She helped him up quietly, and he whimpered.

"Are you gonna turn me in?" She stared at him, then shook her head.

"You're my son. I'm not getting rid of you."

She cleaned him up quietly in the bathroom, and held him close as he cried, openly, for the first time in months. He clung to her, whimpering and ticcing and sobbing, and told her everything. She listened quietly, gently soothing him and brushing his hair. Eventually, she shushed him gently, making him look at her.

"We have to go, love. Quickly. You can tell me more once we're gone, okay?" He nodded, sniffling and taking her hand. They gathered their things, climbed into their car. She paused. Got back out. They lit the house together, and watched it burn for a moment. He felt the presence behind him, and saw his mother take his hand.

"Come on honey," She whispered. "Lets go."

They never looked back.

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Toby: (notes)

- 6'3", 17 years old, tall and broad. Always been heavier set and naturally slightly chubby, and decently strong.

- Has a nerve issue from birth where he can't feel a good 70% of his body, mostly the upper half and patches of the lower.

- Nonbinary (He/they/it), and pansexual. Gender dysphoric. Occasionally tucks and wears bras and other things sometimes.

- Has Tourette's, OCD, BPD, PTSD, Manic, ADHD, depression, s/icidal tendencies, struggles with compulsive sh, and has mild paranoid schizophrenia.

- Sees the Slenderman more than his mother, but she can see it on occasion. It doesn't hurt them. Guides them more or less. Helps Toby target similar individuals to his father.

- Stims a lot by cracking his knuckles, flapping his hands, tapping his foot and cracking his neck. (I also have a list of his tics!!)

- Loves his mother and Lyra so goddamn much

Evelyn: (notes)

- 43 years old, 5'2", small but definitely not frail. Will fuck you up if needed. Doesn't take shit anymore after leaving her husband. Also bisexual queen

- Huge soft spot for kids, and Toby. Loves Toby so much and lets him basically get away with everything (not that he uses this for any harm to her or those who don't deserve it)

- Knows Toby is a serial killer, assists him with some cleanup/travel/medical care/etc. Reminds him to take care of himself/cooks for him/helps drive him around/etc

- Takes up cooking and martial arts as hobbies

- Loves her son so so so much he's so stupid and crazy but she adores him and would do anything for him

Masky is not obsessed with cheesecake - This was a fat person joke directed towards Tim Sutton and it’s downright disrespectful.

Toby and Masky can’t hate each other - They’re from different fandoms.

So I know Toby isn't at Pride and there isn't a background for Jeff and Ben but I did something??

Toby and Ben: gay

Jeff: Bisexual