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❝ But remember, in this game, there are no winners or losers. There's only survival and satisfaction. ❞

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Ꮺ 😪 Requested ⨾ HEY I looked at your profile and it’s literally so pretty, and you write for so many fandoms I’m literally dying…Now I wanted to ask for a ticci toby x male reader! Committing a crime together, covered in blood only to end up on the mansion/forest making out. Feel free to add horror, any amount of smut or anything you’d like. Thank you in advance and, is “😪” free for anon?

Ꮺ Eun Replies ⨾ I'm sorry for taking too long but thank you! I'm still not good at writing gore but I do added smut and I tried putting on violence..? But I hope this doesn't disappoint you ^^

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Ꮺ Disclaimer — NSFW AT THE END. If you're under the age of 16-18, I'm not responsible for what content you consume.

Reader & Genre ⨾ MALE!Reader, He/Him/His

Words used ⨾ 1,236 words 6,850 characters

Character ⨾ TOBIAS ROGERS (Ticci Toby), He's an adult here.

Art Credits ⨾ @/shatteredankles

Links ⨾ My Navigation and Mandates

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Toby is known to play tricks on people. While he has been known to steal things for his own amusement, he usually returns them later or pays for them with some form of "payment" like a practical joke back at the store owner. While Toby doesn't have a conscience, he has a sense of right and wrong, but it's based on what is funny, rather than what is morally correct.

Toby takes pleasure in playing harmless practical jokes on people, especially those who have wronged him. When Toby steals something, it is generally for fun and not for personal gain. His motivation is that he finds it amusing to see the reactions of the people who he is stealing from. He usually returns the items later, or replaces them with something else that is equally funny.

On the other hand, [M/N] is more of a thrill-seeker. He love taking risks and trying new things. How do he and Toby met? That's now on you, He's also very creative and can often find ways to get away with things that most people would never even think of. He tend to see stealing as a game, with the goal being to get as much as he can without being caught. [M/N] loves the adrenaline rush he get from stealing, and he often take items he doesn't even really want just for the thrill of it.

Both Him and Toby are quick on their feet and could easily escape into the forest. They might even have a secret hideout in the forest where they could hide out and plan their next adventure. Ticci Toby would probably enjoy the chase and try to make a game out of it, while [M/N] would be more focused on getting away as quickly as possible.

Toby would likely be both impressed and annoyed if [M/N] tried to one-up his game. He would be impressed because he appreciates cleverness and originality, but he would also be annoyed because he views stealing as a competition, and he wouldn't want anyone to be better than him at it. He would likely try to one-up him back, leading to a sort of back-and-forth battle between the two thieves.

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Toby and [M/N] had been stealing together for some time now, and they had developed a strong sense of competition with each other. They would often try to one-up each other, stealing bigger and better things than the other had, and would sometimes even bet small amounts of money on who could get away with the most valuable prizes. But despite their competitive spirit, they also loved to tease each other, taking any opportunity to make fun of each other's methods or techniques. This made stealing together a fun and exciting adventure for both of them, even if at times it could also be a bit intense and competitive.

Both are competitive as hell, They're a couple of teens and one of them is a literal killer. Their competitive instincts often led to them teasing each other to an extreme, pushing each other's buttons until all that was left was pure annoyance and anger. In these moments, they would often come very close to physical violence, but neither one wanted to actually hurt the other. Making Toby in a sour mood, He would mumble slurs against his breath whenever [M/N] "wins"

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As they hurriedly made their escape from the store, they couldn't help but feel a competitive tension brewing between them. They found themselves in the forest, having just pulled off a daring heist and hiding out in some gross abandoned building. Their nerves were on end and they were both feeling the adrenaline from the excitement of the robbery. As they argued over who had been more responsible for the successful heist, they began teasing each other relentlessly, their words becoming more and more heated.

In the heat of the moment In the heat of the moment, the tension between Him and Toby reached a fever pitch. The air was thick with anticipation, and the dim light filtering through the broken windows cast eerie shadows on the decaying walls. Toby's heart raced as he glanced over at him, Toby's eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of him. The two thieves were standing inches apart, taunting each other, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. They felt the anger and resentment building between them, but neither one could seem to let go.

[M/N] 's breath tickled his skin, his words sending shivers down his spine. Toby could feel the heat radiating off his body, and he couldn't help but be drawn to him despite their rivalry. His mind raced as he tried to think of a clever retort, but before he could utter a word, [M/N]'s lips crashed into his. The force of the kiss left him breathless, him lips tingling with delight. Toby' S hands instinctively gripped [M/N] 's waist , pulling him closer to him as he kissed him back with fervor.

As their tongues danced together, exploring the depths of each other's mouths, [M/N] felt a fire ignite within him. He could feel the warmth spreading through hiz body, his core throbbing with desire. Toby'z hands began to explore his body, his fingers tracing the contours of the man's curves, sending shivers up his spine.

Toby pulled away slightly, his eyes locked with [M/N] as he spoke in a husky whisper, "You may be clever, but you're also right about one thing. I do want to see who can outlast whom in this game we're playing."

They continued to tease and provoke one another, Toby couldn't help but feel his heart race with anticipation. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with desire and competition. He could see the hunger in [M/N]'s eyes, the way his gaze lingered on his body, and it only fueled his own desires.

As they circled each other like predators, their hands grazed and brushed against one another, sending electric shocks through their bodies as well as both of them grinding on each other. [M/N]'S breath hitched as Toby's fingers lightly traced the curve of his waist, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Their bodies pressed against each other, the heat between them almost unbearable.

"Wow.. Ha.. You couldn't get enough of me, do ya?" [M/N] whispered in between the kisses, Toby frowned hearing that and lunged forward, his lips capturing [M/N] once again in a searing kiss. the intensity of their passion was overwhelming. Toby's knees buckled, his body melting against [M/N] 's as he moaned into his mouth. His hands roamed freely over his body, exploring every curve, every inch of his skin.

As their kiss deepened, Toby felt an insatiable hunger grow within him. the kiss came to an end, Toby and [M/N] pulled apart, looking at each other with a mixture of fear and excitement in their eyes. They had both felt something they had never felt before, a connection that went beyond their petty competitions and the rush of stealing, Toby's eyes locked with [M/N]'s as he whispered, "You win this round, Reader. But the game is far from over.."

They have completely forgot about the food and drinks they stole, that was now on the ground..

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Ꮺ ⨾ I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING COPIED OR TRANSLATED.

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BIRTHDAY ITS HIS BIRTHDAY HE HAS LIVED ANOTHER YEAR BARELY YAAAAAAAYYYY

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Sometimes you want to find comfort pastas x Male reader fics but u only find smut ☹️

#creepypasta #come on man this can’t be #i need fluff #x male reader

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Last night I dressed Wally for something (Wally's Puppet, you know?) And him gazing down at me while I miserably Tie a Tie incorrectly for thirty Minutes was so funny. I'm so Sorry Wally

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A lil W.I.P but I think it looks pretty cool rn!

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pairing: shigaraki x gn!reader genre: fluff/comfort word count: 506

cw mentions of blood/bruising, mentions of skin picking, mentions of nail biting

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shigaraki all but slams your apartment door as he enters, cursing under his breath. "shiggy?" you call, walking over to the kitchen. he has his hands balled into fists as he leans on the countertop. his knuckles are bloody and bruised. gently, you place a hand on his shoulder. "baby?"

shigaraki sighs, flexing his fingers. he doesn't say anything as you move your hand down his arm, gently grabbing his. you're careful not to touch his fingers as you check him over. his fingernails are raw, presumably from him biting at them. the cuts on his hands aren't that bad. the blood had dried long ago but the bruises were still fresh, blossoming red and purple.

"i'm sorry," he finally whispers. "i didn't think it would take this long. i should've called."

"shiggy, i only care about your safety. i don't care how long you're gone, as long as you come back home to me." he sighs again, finally letting you see his face. the skin is raw from his scratching. scabs cover the area around his eyes. you notice some new pink scars.

you don't say anything, gently taking his hand and leading him into the bathroom. he sits on the counter as you look through the various creams and serums you've accumulated over the years for shiggy. you decide to start with his knuckles, cleaning the skin with alcohol wipes. "what happened?"

"there were more heroes than we were expecting. took a couple bad hits but we all got away." you hum, moving onto the skin on his face. you gently massage the cream into his skin, gentle around the scabs.

"when did you start scratching again?"

"i don't remember. dabi was pissing me off and things didn't go as planned. just been really stressed for the past few days."

you move onto one of the serums that's meant to reduce scarring. "close your eyes." you mumble, careful to avoid getting too close to his eyes.

you sit in silence as you finish his skincare routine. "i love you." shigaraki whispers. "i'm a terrible boyfriend. i'm always gone, and when i come back you have to clean blood off of the floors and take care of me. and you do it all without complaining. i don't deserve you."

you bring a hand up to his cheek, brushing your hand against the skin. "shiggy, i do this because i love you. i just want you to be safe. i'd do anything for you."

shigaraki leans forward, careful not to touch you as he presses his lips against yours. "i love you," he repeats.

"you've had a rough day. let's go lay down." he nods, following you to the bedroom and under the blankets. you lay on his chest, relaxing into his touch. his arm wraps around your waist, resting the back of his hand against your side. you lean up to press a kiss to his jaw before you close your eyes, letting shigaraki's body heat lull you to sleep.

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Marineford my beloved

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it be yourself sometimes

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Hello now that’s me, I now identify as THAT because partycoffin has published it, I hope you all accept me

Happy Trans Day of Visibility!! 🩵🩷🦷

I still don’t Quite have free time to draw an image… Please… Take the prototype Puffed Rice Crispy Sweet in celebration…

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Springtime is here and it looks like the Springtime Beagle has just rolled into town! But will he be able to get Wally ready for the season with the help of Makeship? Enjoy this theatrical performance presented by Howdy’s Place in partnership with Makeship!  

Thankfully you don’t need a magic beagle to get this merchandise! Hop on down to https://www.makeship.com/products/barnaby-jumbo-plush to purchase the Barnaby B. Beagle Makeship plush toy for $37.99! Maybe even grab the Prized Pals enamel pin set for only $19.99 at https://www.makeship.com/products/welcome-home-enamel-pin-collection ! Purchase both at the same time and get 10% off your order!

Happy Springtime, neighbor!

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Hellooo! May I request ticci toby or masky with a m!reader who’s hands are always shaking? Thank uuuu

male readers are so underrated it makes me sad :(

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Thank you so much for requesting!!

Toby x Male!Reader with shaky hands

At first, he doesn't even notice it

When he does, he thinks it's just because your anxious, so he doesn't say anything about it

But as the days go by, your hands almost always seem to be shaky

So then he thinks maybe you're just cold

As you are hanging out in your room one day, he decides to help warm you up

As soon as he sits on your bed, he is wrapping you up in the blankets and holding onto you tightly, rubbing your back and nuzzling into your neck to give you as much of his body heat as possible

You raise an eyebrow at him and laugh "In a cuddly mood today?"

He shakes his head and kisses your adam's apple "Just trying to help"

"Help with what?"

He gets off of your neck and looks at you confusedly "With your coldness. Your hands are always shaky, and i thought it was from the cold"

You laugh at his cuteness and shake your head "No, love. I just have shaky hands. I appreciate you trying to help though" You say with a kiss to his forehead

His face turns red out of embarrassment and he turns his face to look away from you "Oh..."

You turn his face back to look at you and place it back in the crook of your neck "That doesn't mean we can't still cuddle, though."

After this whole incident, he seems to understands you a lot better

Like why you don't seem anxious when your hands shake or why you don't shiver

So now that he knows why your hands shake, he just helps you out when you need it

For example, if you needed to write something but were getting frustrated with it, he'd help you finish it

Or if you needed a drink, but the big bottle it came in was a little too heavy for you to be able to hold good, he'd help pour it for you

And sometimes he just likes to kiss your hands for the fun of it

He'll just take your hands and pepper little kisses all over your fingers <333

He also likes to put your hands in his pockets

It could be his pants pockets or his hoodie pockets, it doesn't really matter to him

He just likes feeling your hands close to him, a constant reminder that you're always right there with him

And any time he gets nervous, or just wants to hold you, he'll reach into his pocket and interlock his fingers with yours, glancing over to you and smiling when you wink at him

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I could take him(definitely not in a fight)

GONNA DO SOME CREEPYPASTA HEADCANONS LETS GOOOOOO

Ticci Toby

You know how he bites and chews on his skin? Definitely partakes of autocannabilism when he bites his fingers. Never huge chunks, just enough to bleed.

His BPD makes it damn near impossible to get too close to him, but if you get through all the impulsive actions, manipulation and threats on your well being? WHOOOOA boy you're in for a treat. Now you have a guard dog. A big, very unstable guard dog.

Probably has a stick and poke tattoo somewhere hidden on his body. A really bad one he gave himself out of boredom.

Tilts his head to the right when he eats. Gotta keep the food IN his mouth.

IF YOU CAN TRICK HIM INTO SHOWERING, he has the softest, most luxurious hair. It's full and voluminous. Just needs the blood, dirt, and crud washed out of it.

Haunting smile. Like... If he's being genuine, it's the most toothy, unsettling yet oddly endearing smile. Boy was NOT taught how to smile normally.

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This is SO COOL IAHDIAHDIAHDJHSIDHAUDHAUS AAAA

grim reaper

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Endeavour: What's wrong?

Midoriya: I'm in love with an insane blond who is completely out of my league.

Endeavour:

Endeavour: Well, that's embarrassingly relatable.

Shinsou: Yup.

Midoriya:

Midoriya: We should start a support club.

Aizawa, creating a groupchat: Way ahead of you.

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That feeling when you noticed the mailman has started experiencing The Horrors™️ in the corner of the party

(Feel free to use it as a reaction image or a meme- but please don't remove the watermarks!)

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Hey, look at the fanfic I just wrote‼️‼️‼️

Another Believer…

A freezing, yet lovely night was ahead of everyone in the enchanting city of Welcome Home. It had finally arrived, homecoming day! With the preparations being finished, Sally observed from her spot in the clouds. Sitting at the top of the tree, just like a dazzling star, she cordially greeted her friends as they stepped through the door of Home. For what seemed to be an eternity, Sally kicked her feet around, in exasperation.

Hello there–she cheered as Eddie, whom she had been waiting for, turned the handle–Oh, Eddie, can officially start!

Sally! How on earth did you get up there?–Cracking a grin, Eddie said–I was worried, I couldn’t seem to find you all anywhere…

As the good mailman approached the living room, he could feel a friendly ambiance hugging him. Just as he crossed the line between the entrance and the main room, a familiar face emerged, just as the sun peaks upon the tall hills.

Mr. Dear, you took your time to arrive!–Spoke, as gracefully as always, Frank–We all hoped for your safe arrival, no celebration is a proper one without every guest

While his mouth moved, Eddie could not help it but stare into his tremendously soft cheeks. Have they always been so reddish and…delightful? The poor red-haired man was driven mad when a soft hand caressed his cheek. Mr. Dear melted away into Frank’s touch, being a lovely mess. All until a voice dragged him out of such a heavenly place…

Pack it up, lovebirds–yelled Barnaby, from the other side of the room–Let’s start this, I cannot wait to taste my mama’s eggnog

Nervously chuckling, Eddie apologised and the party went on. This mailman was for sure exhausted from so much worrying…he needed a quick rest on the couch! As he sat down, he felt his tensed body start slipping away. Not much, but enough for him to let a sigh slip away from his lips. What else could he ever wish for? It was homecoming, everyone he cherished was celebrating, and he had one of the most traditional meals: a single pea on a plate.

A single green dot, in such a big white space.

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His guts began wrenching, twisting and turning. Ice cold sweat rolled its way down his throat. Lungs almost bursting, it felt as if they were getting pulped into nothing but gubbins. Drenched in red, the world seemed too suffocating. Everything was submerged in a certain gloom, only a pair of eyes could light up. His chest went up and down aggressively, without a rest in between.

Oh, Eddie! What would we do without you, sweetheart…–Spoke, softly and gently, Poppy–Dear? Do you hear me?

With no apparent response, Eddie could only help but pant and whine softly. His nails, barely holding within their blood, grasping hardly the couch’s edge. At this, Frank knew he required some space. He acted rapidly, and told Poppy he was just a bit…tired. As they were left alone, he placed himself in front of his dearest and held his shoulders.

Mr. Dear? What’s wrong?–Mr. Frankly seemed genuinely worried, noticing all symptoms of sickness–Please, speak to me…

Softly speaking made Eddie snap out of it. Taking a big breath, he looked up and blinked a few times. As he looked around, he took a hand to his face and dried his own sweat. Ultimately, he looked upon Frank.

I…–Eddie spoke, almost in whispers–saw it.

Mr. Dear, I think it’s appropriate to go home now–Mr. Frankly told the man who was facing him–You are definitely not in conditions to be here!

Frank made sure to let someone know about them leaving, only in case they asked. Then, they left silently without people noticing, except Barnaby who they had told. Eddie could hardly walk properly, stumbling at every step or so, his lover was tremendously worried.

After analysing the situation, Frank was forced to take Eddie to his home since it was the closest. As expected, they arrived in a matter of minutes. Thankfully, the house was warm and Eddie felt a little bit better than before. Yet, he still was containing himself…

Mr. Dear, what happened back in Home?–Frank spoke softly, while hanging his coat and taking Eddie’s too–Is it stress? Working seven days must be affecting your immune system! That’s right…high levels of constant stress could-

Frank–Said Eddie, roughly–something’s very wrong inside that house. Well, not inside but beneath it…

No stutters, no doubts. Frank knew Eddie was not joking around with him, and it went shivers down his spine.

W-what do you mean?–Shaking voice came out of Frank’s throat, unable to stay calm

His eyes, he was slowly drowning me–Eddie said, in a quite paranoid voice–You’ve got to believe me, please

As tension built up between them, Frank knew this was going to end up wrong…they should not be talking about this. Not so close to him.

Stop, I beg you–A grey hand covered Eddie’s lips? Preventing him to speak any further about the situation.–You…I cannot do this without you.

Confusion striked Eddie, the numbness from the homecoming incident had completely vanished by now. All that was left were some terrorising memories, almost as vivid nightmares. He was too stressed to even stop and think, for him, it was too late. Frank’s hand slipped off, Eddie’s tongue too.

For the love of God, Mr. Dear–Started, Frank–quit this!

I refuse, please hear me!–Loudly said, by Eddie in distress–What I saw…

…What was it?–asked, perhaps unfortunately, Frank–What did you see?

The bellow.–Eddie said it with confidence, believing in what he saw.

I beg you, Mr. Dear, sit down and calm yourself.–Frank caressed once again his face, his thumb going in circles–Stay with me.

Few moments of silence, a hoaxed peace.

No! Give me just one more chance, one more glance…–The mailman approached Mr. Frankly’s chest–And I will make of you another believer.

Frank’s silence was the last drop needed for the water to spill. Eddie’s hands stopped holding onto him, and his legs began moving towards the door. Without a second thought, he ran away, leaving Frank all alone.

Eddie ran, as fast as he could. His legs failed around fifteen minutes later, making him trip and fall to the ground. It was then when he realised…he had never seen this side of the neighbourhood. Was this forest always here?

Before his question could be answered, a strange object seemed to impact his head from a blind spot. Before passing out, he observed a rather familiar silhouette looming over his barely conscious body.

Such eyes, shining bright in the night, could only belong to one person.

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What are we gonna do now?–Frank spoke, feeling guilt twist his guts.