Creepypasta One-Shots

Ticci Toby

(Remake)

It was quiet, save for the wind softly blowing outside as the vocals of crickets and the hooting of an owl sang along with the soft swiftness of the wind. The rustling of leaves in the wind chime along with the band of the night.

Slowly, and silently, Toby crept towards the house that was literally in the middle of nowhere within these woods. He knew who was inside, his beloved Y/n. He always visited her at night, and she always welcomed him with open arms. He mostly visits her because she makes his tics calm down.

Y/n was lying comfortably in her bed. She had her phone in hand, scrolling through whatever social media she has. A shadow cast over here through the window in her room.
Knock knock.
Looking over, her eyes landed upon Toby, who was waving at her through the window. A happy, small gasp escaped her lips as she got up from her bed and went over to her window. Unlocking it and then letting him in. His feet land on the ground with two muffled thuds.

"I'm so glad you're here," she said with a smile before taking his hands, behind his mask hid his own smile.

"Glad to be here too," he said happily.

Then, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He was quick to quickly grab her thighs to hold her up against him. A chuckle leaving his throat before he carried her to her bed and then gently setting her down and crawling on top of her, stopping to straddle her hips.

"You really want to do this?" he asked, a smirk hidden behind his mask.

Her hand came up to caress his hair. Her fingers tangling in his locks. "I want you," she responded.

He went silent before slowly taking off his mask and goggles to reveal his features. The scar on his face, just right there, and he had no shame in showing it either. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. "I want you too."

Her hand came down from his hair to trace the scar on his face. Even having this scar, he would always be handsome in her eyes. Bringing herself upward, her face was centimeters away from hers. His breath was warm against her skin as he lifted her chin slightly with the tips of his fingers before softly pressing his lips against hers.

Her eyes closed as she pressed her lips against his. Her hands trailed up his back, one hand resting on the back of his neck and the other tangled in his hair. Feeling a little bold as the kiss began to deepen, her hand that was on his neck slid down his side. He grabbed her hand and held it above her head as his tongue pushed his way into her mouth, making her moan into the kiss.

He tangled his tongue with hers before pulling back, a string of saliva connecting each other's lips. A gasp escaped her lips and he wiped away the saliva from her mouth.

"Baby," he breathed out. "I want, no... need you. I need you so badly... What I mean to say is... will you let me make love to you?"

Her eyes widened at that request. Then her eyes softened and she cupped his cheek. With a nod, her voice came out a mixture of softness and slight breathlessness. "Yes, you have my consent."

His shoulders seemed to ease up at her response. Lifting his hand, his fingers brushed against the hem of her shirt before gently pulling it above her head. She helped him remove the shirt before he placed his hands on her torso. His eyes raking over her exposed torso.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered before he leaned down, his lips pressing softly against her shoulder. "You are a goddess, your body is your temple, and I will worship it just to please you."

Her breath hitched lightly at his words. A hint of defiance began to form in her eyes. "Prove it. Show me through action. I won't believe you unless you show me," she said, her tone clearly having challenge tangled within.

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. His hands ran up and down her body, occasionally stopping at certain places that may seem like flaws to her, but beauties to him. "You want me to prove myself to you? Who am I to say no?"

Her eyes widened slightly as he began to kiss down her chest, down her midriff, to his navel. His thumbs hooked over the waistband of her shorts before pulling them down along with her panties. When her naked body was bare before him, he sat up to look at her body before his eyes met hers.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon," he whispered before taking off his hoodie to reveal his bare chest.

Her eyes raked over his bare torso. Her hand rested on his chest, gently caressing him as he watched her movements. Then, her hands went up to cut his cheeks, smiling softly when he leaned into her touch.

His hands went up, making her fingers go through his hair as he went more down to settle in between her legs. The scent of her arousal was driving him crazy. He draped her thighs over his shoulders as he made eye contact with her. That look in her eyes, it was a sight he'll never forget. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss on her inner thigh.

"Just tell me when to stop, okay?" he said in a soft yet husky tone.

She gave him a nod, knowing what he meant. Leaning in once more, he pressed the flat of his tongue against her dripping slit, dragging his tongue upward until the tip of his tongue flicked her clit. A soft gasp escaped her. Satisfied that she was getting pleasure, he repeated this process, lightly holding on her thighs while doing so.

Her fingers lightly held onto his hair more tightly, caressing his head. He let out a soft groan before pulling away enough to speak.

"You taste so good," he rasped out lightly before diving his head back in, resuming his actions. One of his hands gently ran up her thigh to rest on her waist, caressing the skin with his thumb.

A small mewl escaped her at the touch. "Thank you... for being so gentle," she said softly.

Making eye contact with her again, he smiled. "No need to thank me for that. I'll go at the pace you're most comfortable with."