Creepypasta Ticci Toby - Blog Posts

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

—༉‧₊˚. “ UNDER THE OLD OAK ”

featuring. Ticci Toby — creepy pasta | kink. outdoor sex

synopsis. You met Toby while you were on your nightly jog inside the woods, despite the creepy encounter you had with him you kept coming inside the woods again and again…without fail. Toby got curious on why you didn’t switch trails after you saw him burying a body so he decided to grab the courage to test you and find out.

content warning. Outdoor sex, first time together, kissing, female reader, fingering

authors note. This was a bit..rushed….so it’s not proofread at all and I probably repeated things a lot but anyway TOBY NGH. ..very badly coordinated too like what

Toby observed you from the shadows as you ventured into the woods once again, his heart racing with a mix of curiosity and a hint of nervousness. He had never felt drawn to someone like this before, and he couldn't quite understand why you kept returning to the place where he lurked.

As you turned to face him, Toby's masked face betrayed none of the emotions swirling inside him. "H-hey there. You, uh, a-a-are back.." he stammered, trying to mask his own awkwardness with a playful tone.

You chuckled softly at his attempt at humor, a small smile playing on your lips. "I guess I just have a knack for finding trouble," you replied, your eyes meeting his behind his goggles.

Toby's heart skipped a beat at your words, the mask hiding the blush that crept onto his cheeks. "Yeah, trouble seems to find me too," he admitted, twirling his axe nervously in his hands.

There was a moment of silence between you, the tension palpable in the air. And then, without warning, Toby closed the distance between you and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. "I, uh... I don't usually do this, but... I can't help feeling drawn to you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

*Ticci Toby hesitated for a moment, his gloved hand reaching up to slowly remove his mask and goggles, revealing his face for the first time to you. His eyes, a mix of apprehension and longing, met yours as he bared himself in more ways than one.*

You felt a surge of emotion at the sight of his exposed face, seeing the vulnerability etched in his features. Without a word, you reached out and gently touched his cheek, your fingertips tracing the scars that adorned his skin.

Toby closed his eyes at your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips, almost as if he were savoring the moment. He leaned into your hand, seeking comfort from the gentle caress, his breath hitching slightly as he allowed himself to be vulnerable in your presence.

"You aren't..." he jerked his neck mid-sentence, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with uncertainty. "Disgusted of me?" The question hung in the air, heavy with his insecurities and fears. His eyes remained shut, as if he were afraid to see the truth reflected in your gaze.

You felt your heart ache at his words, the vulnerability in his voice striking a chord deep within you. You gently brushed your fingers through his hair, a calming gesture that was meant to reassure him.

“Toby,” you murmured softly, leaning closer so he could feel your warmth. “I could never be disgusted by you. You’re so much more than what you think you are.”

His breath caught again, and you could sense the tension in his body, a mix of hope and fear. “But... I’m not n-normal,” he said, his voice trembling as he kept his eyes shut, as if shielding himself from the truth.

You took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. “Normal is overrated. Everyone has their struggles, their past. You paused, giving him a moment to process your words.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, revealing the glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes. Your gaze met his, and in that moment, the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you there together.

“I just... I don’t want to be a burden,” he confessed. “I don’t want to drag you down with me in this mess. Theres s-so much you don’t know and-and fuck I don’t want you to end up like the people aro-around m-me.”

You shook your head, your expression firm yet gentle. “You could never be a burden to me. I want to be here for you, I mean that is the reason I keep coming to you.”

His eyes widened, surprise flooding his features. “You really mean that?”

“Yes,” you replied, as your heart raced.

A soft smile broke through the uncertainty on his lips, and for the first time, you saw a glimpse of the boy beneath the layers of pain. You felt a rush of warmth as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.

“You’re so fu-fu..fucking corny.” he huffed out.

Toby pulled back slightly, searching your eyes as if trying to read the depths of your feelings. “I... I don’t want to mess this up,” he admitted.

You smiled softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “You won’t. Just be yourself. That’s all I want from you.”

His breath hitched again, and you could see the conflict in his expression. But then, something shifted. The uncertainty in his eyes began to fade, replaced by a flicker of determination. He leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, anticipation building as the distance between the two of you began to close. His gaze dropped to your lips, and you instinctively held your breath, waiting.

“Toby,” you murmured, your voice trembling with emotion. “It’s okay.”

With that, he closed the gap, capturing your lips with his in a careful but passionate kiss. It was soft at first, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid to break the moment. But as you responded, deepening the kiss, he seemed to relax, pouring all of his pent-up emotions into that single connection.

You melted against him, your hands tangling in his hair, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. The kiss was a blend of longing and relief. It was everything you both had been holding back, a release of the fears that had kept you apart before.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, you searched his face for any sign of regret. But all you found was a joyful expression on his face .

“Wow,” he breathed, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. “I didn’t expect it to be like that.”

“Neither did I,” you admitted, a shy smile breaking through. “But I’m glad it happened.”

Toby’s eyes sparkled with something new—an emotion that felt like hope. “Me too,” he said softly, leaning in to press another gentle kiss to your forehead.

His expression shifted slightly, a hint of hesitation creeping in as he shifted his weight. “Can I… um, ask y-you something?”

“Of course, Toby. You can ask me anything,” you replied, your voice steady.

He took a deep breath, his eyes flickering to the ground for a moment before meeting your face again. “Do you think… we could, like, do more?”

You visibly paused at his question, a wave of excitement washing over you. You could sense the vulnerability in his words, and you appreciated his honesty. “You mean, like, more than just kissing?” you asked softly, giving him the space to express his feelings.

“Yeah,” he replied, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. “I just… I want to be closer to you. I don’t want to rush anything but- god..if im being honest- i- i-..” He looked down at the tent that started to make itself prominent inside his jeans.

You felt a flutter in your chest at his admission. “Oh. are you sure? I mean here? in the woods??”

He nodded, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. “I am… I really am. Are you?”

You reached out, taking his hand in yours, squeezing it gently.

His expression brightened, a mixture of relief and excitement washing over his features. “So… we can?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, your heart soaring at the thought. “Whenever you’re ready.”

With that, the tension shifted.

Toby took a step closer, his gaze intense and filled of excitement and longing.

“Can I…?” he began, and before you could respond, he gently but firmly took your hand, guiding you toward a nearby tree. The bark was rough against your back as he pressed you against it, his body close to yours.

You felt your breath hitch as he leaned in, his face just inches from yours. “I don’t think ill be very good.” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a raw intensity.

His hands found your waist, fingers brushing against your sides, igniting warmth wherever they touched. You could see the look of uncertainty in his eyes, but it was overshadowed by a deep-seated desire. “Is this okay?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability still lacing his tone.

You nodded, your breath coming out in soft gasps. “Yes, it’s more than okay.”

A smile broke through his uncertainty, and he leaned in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. This one was different—filled with urgency and passion, as if he was trying to convey everything he felt in that moment. You responded eagerly, your fingers tangling in his hair once again.

With each kiss, he pressed you further against the tree, deepening the connection between you. You could feel his hard on press up against your inner thigh and it sent a thrill through your body.

As he pulled away for a moment, his forehead resting against yours once more, you could see the fire in his eyes. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he confessed, his breath warm against your skin. “You make me feel alive.”

Your heart soared at his words, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer again. “Who’s corny now?”

As his hands trailed down your back, he gently lifted the edge of your shirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. With a gentle tug, he pulled the fabric over your head, revealing the delicate lace of your bra underneath. His eyes locked with yours.

Feeling a surge of confidence, you gently guide his hands to the clasp of your bra, encouraging him to unhook it. His fingers fumble slightly in his eagerness, but with a soft click, the bra falls away, leaving you exposed to his hungry gaze. A soft gasp escapes your lips as his eyes roam over your bared skin.

He leaned in for another kiss. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a fiery trail of kisses in their wake, you felt a wave of desire wash over you again. The woods around you were filled with the sound of heavy breathing

As his lips stopped their journey down your body, you reciprocated his actions by trailing kisses along his jawline and down his clothed chest. His breath hitched at your touch, a low groan escaping his lips as your lips were pressing against him.

“Are you going to take off your clothes too?” you questioned, a teasing smile on your lips, but he shook his head, in response.

“Would unbuckling your pants be okay?” you asked, your voice low and filled with hesitation, as if you were giving himthe control in this moment.

His heart raced at your question, excitement and nerves swirling within him. “I-Its more than than okay…” he replied softly

Your expression shifted to one of determination, he took a deep breath, as your hands gently found the waistband of his pants. With careful movements, you began to unbuckle them, your fingers brushing against his skin, sending a thrill through him.

As you worked, you could see the focus in his eyes. It felt intimate, vulnerable, and exhilarating all at once. “Do you want my jacket to keep you warm? You’re completely b-bare.”

You nodded, your pulse quickening as he slowly lowered your pants. “And whose fault is that?” you whispered, feeling more exposed than ever but also incredibly safe in his presence—ironically.

His eyes softened, and he smiled, “Mine. Now c’mon, take the jacket,” he replied, wrapping his jacket around you, the fabric comforting against your skin.

You slipped your arms into the sleeves, feeling the warmth envelop you. “It’s a little big,” you teased, adjusting the jacket, which hung loosely around your frame.

Toby chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you. “You look go-good in it…” His voice trailed off, admiration shining in his eyes.

Without warning, his hands found your waist again. “Hold on,” he said, an impish smile playing on his lips. Before you could fully process what he meant, he lifted you effortlessly off the ground.

Your heart raced as you instinctively wrapped your legs around him, clinging to him as you leaned back against the sturdy bark of the tree.

“Wow, you’re stronger than you look,” you laughed, your cheeks flushing.

Toby grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I’ve got my moments,” he replied, his breath against your neck. As he adjusted his grip, you felt secure in his arms.

“Just don’t drop me,” you teased, your heart racing not just from the thrill of being lifted but from the closeness you shared with him.

“Never,” he promised, his voice low and sincere. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both playful and passionate.

As you melted against him, you felt the rough texture of the tree bark at your back and the softness of his jacket enveloping you. It was a perfect blend of comfort and excitement, and you knew this moment would be etched in your memory forever.

Toby pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection. “I’m more than okay. This is amazing.”

His smile returned, brighter than ever. “Good. Because I want to make it unforgettable.”

As Toby's lips met yours once more in a passionate kiss, his hands trailed down your body, stopping at the waistband of your underwear. With a deft movement, he gently slid the fabric to the side, revealing your most intimate desires to him.

“You’re so wet f-for me..”

Toby's words sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, his voice husky with desire. The intimacy of his observation only fueled you.

In a breathless whisper, you responded to Toby, your voice filled with desire and need. "Only for you," you confessed, your words carrying the weight of your longing. The intensity in his eyes grew, reflecting the raw desire that mirrored your own.

His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid to break you.

"You're trembling," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Are you scared or excited?"

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, tracing the curve of your mouth.face. In the dim moon light that shined between the leaves of the trees outside, Toby's features were cast in shadows, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity of his gaze.

"I won't hurt you," he promised, his words tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "Unless you want me to that is.”

Toby's fingers lowered again and teased your entrance, circling and stroking, before slowly pushing inside. You gasped at the intrusion, your body instinctively clenching around his digits. He groaned at the sensation, his own arousal evident in the way his hips pressed against yours.

As Toby began to move his fingers in and out, you couldn't help but arch your back, pushing yourself further into his touch. He responded by curling his fingers, searching for that special spot that would make you see stars. When he finally found it, you cried out in ecstasy, your legs trembling with the force of your pleasure.

Toby continued to work you over, his fingers moving with expert precision, driving you higher and higher. Your moans and whimpers filled the area around the woods the two of you were in, mingling with the sound of your ragged breathing. The intensity of your climax built with each passing moment, until finally, it crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you gasping for air and shaking with the aftershocks.

As you came down from your high, Toby withdrew his fingers from inside you, bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean. The sight of him tasting your essence sent another wave of desire coursing through your veins, and you knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and pleasure.

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Just a thought about Toby

Toby definitely doesn't have nails, which makes him automatically bite his fingers, so this is a cannibalistic attitude of his, right?

Well in itself he is not a cannibal but he bites himself and ate a piece of his cheek which makes him Half-Cannibal :0

-Just an idea that came to mind

~Cod-MN

HELLO HELOO i am. alive. ermm. ok so long story short i am very very tired and unable to do like. anything. :P oof.

here's a toby drawing i completely forgot??? that i did??? like months ago??? found it in my files while looking for any drawings I've actually finished recently and im pretty happy with it so I'm posting it here :''3

honestly i just haven't been happy with anything i've been drawing so only stuff i've done are studies because i want to improve but idk. i feel really self critical. yk how it is being an artist, never feeling happy with your skill level :p i'm working on it though, got pretty into traditional painting for a change? idk i'm trying new stuff to find inspiration. hopefully more art SOON (for sure this time) (idk if i can promise that)

okok health update:

been very very stressed out, basically. got bad again, getting better again?¿? got more help though, so i should be getting therapy maaaybe and help getting back into school, not sure, trying to make something work out. not looking at my phone has been helping

in other news; fall is awesome, love halloween !! birthday is coming up aswell, which is pretty cool 👍👍👍 been hanging out with friends again, which is very nice too. uuuhhhhh the silent hill 2 remake finally came out!!! and it's actually good!!! like really good!!! life has meaning again!!!!

TLDR: I am so very tired. but it will get better, for sure !! just need more time? maybe? in any case, i will be back to post more whenever i am able to. thank you for enjoying my art, it does mean the world to me.

AH I MISS THIS BOY! I have been getting back into CreepyPasta and I am sad he is no longer apart of it. Toby is and always will be one of my favorite pastas. I don't know what the conditions are for using him but I have loved this character for many years. I did have a falling out with CreepyPasta, but I am back now even if it is just for this drawing. If this does do well then I would be happy to redesign some of the Pastas and make them actually creepy again. I just have a serious desire to put the creepy back into CreepyPasta. I am still doing mostly Dead by Daylight though because I have a story I am working on. I can't build a community on YouTube but I can build one anywhere else.

pov:returning from a mission

A blinding flash, a thunderclap is heard right above the house, deafening like a shot from a dozen cannons. A downpour, large drops beat a fraction on the glass, the wind whips the trees dangerously tilting them to the ground.

Perched on the windowsill, Yasuda looked out of the window without much interest. The water was rapidly filling the potholes in the asphalt, aggravating the road that had already seen the best years. If everything continues in the same spirit, then by tomorrow it will even be impossible to pass there. Get bogged down in mud up to your ears.

Yasuda yawned sleepily, pulling his jacket tighter around him. Given the weather conditions, the guys will not appear soon, so it was possible to lie down and rest for a while…

Another lightning streaks a ragged line in the sky, thunder sounds again, the downpour intensifies. Water was pouring down the glass in a continuous stream, and the weather forecast promised sunny weather in the morning. They lied as always.

Through the dense wall of rain, the dim light of the van's headlights cuts through, barely discernible because of its dirty white color. They did get there, which was amazing. According to Brian's stories, their car suffered more than one drowning in a swamp, shooting, disgusting rural roads and other unpleasant things. But, for some strange reason, he categorically refused to change to something newer.

"- You don't understand, it's like betraying a comrade-in-arms. - Brian lovingly ran his hand over the rusty hood, - And it is unlikely that I will ever find something more reliable than this old buddy. "

For the most part, Yasuda didn't care, and if Brian felt better with this old junk on wheels, then who was he to mind? Moreover, they tried not to shine this car, and on occasion used the stolen one, so there was no need to worry about the search for suspicious vehicles. Not when you have several plates with the numbers of at least five states and Canada in your trunk.

The front door of the entrance slammed, someone was hurrying up the steps. Yasuda lazily shifted his gaze from the window. Well, apparently he won't have time to take a nap.

Tumbling into the hallway, a wet Toby appeared in Tim's jacket. It is unlikely that he himself nobly gave it away in such vile weather, so apparently he will come here angry as a thousand devils. Meanwhile, Toby shook his head like a dog, kicked off his wet shoes, not paying the slightest attention to the puddle of water spreading out under him.

Yasuda looked dispassionately at the scene developing in front of him, wondering whether it was worth preparing an extra portion, or would the Masky be merciless today, and it was time to say goodbye to one member of their squad? It is unlikely that Toby will be honored with a proper burial, so there will be no need to buy a funeral wreath.

-Hi, - Toby waved his hand, with the other brushing away the stuck hair to his forehead, - what are you going to cook for dinner?

-And why me at once? - Yasuda asked, stretching. - I didn't get hired here as a personal chef.

-Well, you're a good cook. - Toby casually tossed Tim's jacket onto the nearest chair. - And you don't want to have to deal with two evil trolls behind me. - he nodded at the front door with a grin, disappearing into one of the rooms.

Indeed, to exasperate the main ones now would be absolutely unforgivable stupidity. Otherwise, the head will be bitten off. Yasuda chuckled to himself as he jumped off the windowsill. Don't bother and cook pasta with lasagna? Maybe another salad. Cooking for three healthy men was one headache. Okay, Toby, he can eat absolutely anything, some of his taste habits made shudder just at the thought of certain combinations of products… Not that the others were picky, especially after missions when they all came back hungry as a pack of wolves. But it wouldn't be great to brew ramen either. Of course, there is regeneration, but still a stomach ulcer is very unpleasant. Sometimes bad thoughts crept in that he was joined to the team somewhat to balance the strength, but in order to keep them all in a stable mental and physical condition. What to do sometimes was frankly difficult.

-Rogers! You have no idea what I'm going to fucking do to you! - a completely wet and angry Tim rushed past Yasuda, who was thinking, he barely managed to jump back to the wall so as not to be touched.

-And hello to you… - Yasuda muttered, trying to hide a smile. The door of the room slammed. The smell of wet clothes and cigarettes remained in the corridor. Brian snorted cheerfully as he took off his hoodie over his head.

-We had to push a stuck car. So, it's better not to approach him anytime soon… - he set his shoes aside, - preferably a few hours.

-Yes? And I was going to make pasta with lasagna. - Yasuda drawled as he strode into the kitchen.

-An hour. - Brian visibly perked up.

-And there are still a few cans of beer left in the fridge…

-Half an hour, and you can ask him anything, just make it look as casual as possible.

Great, Yasuda noted to himself as he took the pot out of the cupboard. So tomorrow he can ask for a whole day off. It is unlikely that in such unbearable weather, they will have any work. But knowing their "boss" and his irrepressible "imagination"…

The rain drummed on the glass with double force, lightning struck the lamp post, orange sparks flew.

English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes.

Written based on:"pov: your room is next to hoodie & masky's"

pov: Morning with Ticci Toby

A cool wind blew from the slightly open window, bringing with it the smell of rain and freshness. A row of lightning flashes flashed in the dark gray sky, thunder grew closer with each peal. Yasuda took a deep breath of moist air, rejoicing that at least for a short time the infernal heat had receded. He was beginning to miss the ever-cool forest with its morning mists. Let it be often cold as in the grave, but at least being there, there was no desire to tear off your skin just to stop feeling the scorching rays of the sun. Reluctantly, Yasuda turned to the old laptop, continuing to browse through the tabs. But still, staying in a temporary parking lot had a plus, you could freely use the Internet and appliances in general. In the paranormal zone, equipment often broke down, and there was no communication at all. They explained to him that it was because of electromagnetic fields or something like that. And of course we must not forget about the influence of their "boss". Fingers tapped on the keyboard, a map of the area in which the sortie was planned was displayed on the screen. It was hoped that it would not be today. There was no desire to wander through the mud. One of the doors slammed softly, and Toby's lanky figure appeared in the dark corridor. Desperately yawning and clicking his joints, he entered the kitchen. A large Spider-Man T-shirt stolen from a local mall made him even more angular, and looked similar a teenager. Especially compared to Yasuda, which is strange considering Toby was a few years older.

-Good morning. - Yasuda greeted and chuckled. I wonder at what point in time the hour of the day became morning for him? Toby nodded as he opened the refrigerator door. After a little thought, took a strawberry drinking yogurt from the top shelf.

-Hoodie said he would rip off the hands of anyone who dared to touch his food. - Yasuda rested his cheek on his hand, watching him.

-W-well, we won't tell him who exactly did it, will we? - Toby flippantly waved away, unscrewing the lid.

-Do you think he won't guess? There aren't many options. - Yasuda arched a skeptical eyebrow. Toby tilted his head back while taking a big sip, then wiped the yogurt left on his upper lip with his hand and shrugged.

-Just s-let's say that Masky did it.

-Hoodie won't believe you.

-Bet? - Toby's face lit up with a mischievous grin. He finished the yogurt to the end and dived into the corridor with an empty bottle. A barely audible click of the lock on the door, and a moment later Toby returns overly pleased.

-You… Wait, did you leave the bottle in the Masky room? - Yasuda lowered his voice to a whisper.

-Yeah. - Toby shrugged nonchalantly as he opened the refrigerator again.

-After all, they will quickly figure everything out, and they will come to our souls.

-By t-then we'll be off somewhere. I s-saw a center with arcade a-machines a block away f-from his. - he drawled dreamily, rummaging through the lower shelves.

-If they pin me to the wall, I'll blame everything on you.

-M… - Toby emerged from the refrigerator with a bag of yesterday's hamburgers in his hands and French fries clearly belonging to Hoodie. - You c-can't do that.

-Why is that? - Yasuda cocked his head to the side with interest.

-Because, - Toby threw French fries in front of the laptop, - you are n-now also an accomplice to the crime. He giggled again and disappeared into the hallway with hamburgers. Yasuda rolled his eyes. It was necessary to return the food to the refrigerator before the others woke up… After hesitating for a second, he opened the package. Toby seems to be a bad influence on him.

English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes.

Written based on: "pov: your room is next to ticci toby's"

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