[Toby] Improper thoughts (Patreon)

Ancient cosmic alien x gender neutral reader (NSFW)

Toby has a secret.

Well, it wasn't originally a secret, you see, but rather the omission of a factual truth. He had assumed it was common sense, even for someone like you, that an all-knowing, ancient God of a long-lost cosmos would be able to read the minds of inferior creatures.

That was perhaps naïve on his part. Indeed, he hadn't considered that humans are an isolated species and therefore lack the basic knowledge all other monsters learn very early in life.

He first wondered if you were trying to be cheeky. Not long after you introduced yourself, you begun an internal monologue on the practicability of sex with someone of his colossal size. He was watering the rose bushes, facing away from you, but he could most certainly feel your eyes on him.

Maybe a finger?

You glanced down at your pelvic area and did a small gesture of measuring the digit up against your stomach. The primordial God nearly asked you if you might pause your thoughts about lewd insertions and bring him the spray bottle. A slight turn of the head, and you fumbled, visibly embarrassed to be caught. He couldn’t understand your awkwardness: you essentially presented the idea to him, so why the stealthy dance?

It was only when you suggested communicating through sign language that he finally realized the tremendous faux pas; you had no idea he could read your mind. By the Eldritch Aberration, what a shameful mistake! He gazed at your round, innocent eyes as you enthusiastically narrated the usefulness of these hand movements, allowing you to converse properly for once.

Oh, he didn’t have the heart to tell you. Clearly all those indecent thoughts – and, if he is to be honest, there was a surprising amount of them – were not meant to be intercepted. He accepted it as a little flattery to brighten up his day; but ultimately concluded it should remain his secret and spare you the discomfort.

“This is the sign for friends,” you say, gesticulating under the magnifying glass, legs crossed onto Toby’s massive palm.

How would he even respond, you think, somewhat dejected. It’s not like he can suddenly shrink down and rail me. Even if he could, would he want to? Do they even reproduce? He looks like the kind of creature that was never born to begin with.

The gargantuan alien shifts in his spot. You’re being particularly aroused today, making it difficult for him to ignore your internal debauchery. His fingers brush against your back, and you jolt.

“Is everything okay?”

He ponders his options. It doesn’t seem like your wishful thinking is going to stop any time soon, though he would hate to put you in the difficult spot of finding out about his powers under such circumstances. Well...nothing wrong with spoiling his favourite human. He does have a soft spot for you.

He quietly places you back down on the grass, and you observe his movements in confusion. The next time you blink, his mountain-like stature vanishes completely out of your sight. You gasp, backing away in shock, but your body seems to be met with an obstacle.

“Careful with your step,” Toby warns gently, placing his arms around your shoulders.

You can’t help but gawk at the revelation. He’s still towering above you, but the size difference is much smaller. Moreover, are your ears tricking you, or have you just heard him speak for the first time? The eerie, cursed syllables that used to scratch your cerebral cortex have been replaced by a deep, yet soft voice.

“What’s this, Toby? Some sort of illusion?”

“Not quite,” he says, mulling over his words.

It is a product of your brain, of course, but not in the sense you might be accustomed to. In this case, whatever you register as reality is treated as such by your body as well. Which also means he is to be especially careful when handling you, as whatever happens next will leave a mark.

Here comes the difficult part: is he to confess the forbidden knowledge he unwillingly acquired regarding your desires, or should he frame it as something different? What would preserve your dignity while still allowing you to fulfill your wishes?

“I hope this does not startle you, (Y/N), but my mind has been plagued by the most peculiar curiosity; how do humans copulate?”

With burning cheeks, you manage to blurt out:

“Y-you want me to explain it to you?”

“No, no, I was actually hoping you’d demonstrate it for me.”

Is he serious, you wonder, absolutely bewildered.

“I am very serious.”

You scan the area.

“No one else is here,” he reassures you with narrowed eyes. You can only guess he’s smiling, given he has no mouth.

Alright, then. You sheepishly lower yourself, face flushed, and lips pursed. Toby examines your hesitation. Upon further consideration, it is perhaps better if he is the one to take the lead. After all, he already knows exactly what you’d expect from him.

Like a switch has been turned, you find yourself entangled in a mass of organic tendrils, similar to the many tubes and cylinders adorning the alien’s body. You’re surprised by the sudden change in behaviour, the assertive hold the ancient creature has on you. To think your wildest dream is about to come true!

Everything is the way you always imagined it. The tight grip around your thighs, sprawling you open for all his appendages, the warmth of his clawed hands feeling you up and down, marvelling at your soft flesh. The many eyes across the spiralling disks are fixated on your naked form with a glint of adoration.

It would be a lie to say Toby isn’t enjoying himself. What a bizarre sequence, an apparent nonsense of repeated actions. He watches your face twisting in pleasure as his member glides in and out, stretching your hot insides and causing you to constrict even more around him. The whines spilling out of your mouth seem to encourage his movements even further, picking up the pace and holding onto your hips for a better grasp. The entire ordeal fascinates him terribly, and he eagerly twists and gropes in hopes of arousing you even more; until, finally, your lower half jerks and shudders, grinding into his body.

“Is this the end of it,” he inquires, “or could one resume from the beginning?”

You’re trying to catch your breath, glancing at the alien through lowered lashes.

“S-sorry?”

“I’m afraid I didn’t quite follow the last part, you see. May I have your permission to repeat the process?”

By the time Toby is finished with you, you’re a drooling mess, barely able to stand up.

“Are you sure you haven’t caught a cold, (Y/N)? You look feverish.”

You abruptly find yourself in the Hotel’s office, sitting across the Centaur Manager’s desk. You nearly jump out of your seat, overwhelmed by the change of scenery. Did you just...imagine everything? Was it all nothing more than a perverted daydream in the middle of your work hours?

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you sigh, defeated.

You smoothen the edges of your apron, when you notice the faint marks around your wrists. It’s exactly where Toby restrained you with his tendrils, holding you above himself and lowering you onto his erection.

“Still,” the manager adds with concern, “Toby suggested you go home earlier. He carried you here, you know. Said you fainted while helping him with the garden.”

Somewhere among the lush greenery of the estate, the cosmic God is trimming the bushes with a cheeky metaphorical grin. What a novel experience, he thinks, recalling all the ways in which he defiled your small human body. Had he known how much fun it would be, he would’ve acted on your indecent ideas much sooner.

He’s already looking forward to your next perverted thought.