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You’ll Never Leave Me Again (Toby Rodgers X F!Reader)

𝐂𝐖: stalking, serial killer, sex in the woods, threatening with a weapon, you stab him lol, obsessive toby, vaginal penetration, oral f recieving, dry humping, masturbation, kidnapping, hostage situation, corruption, stockholm syndrome. ((probably more im forgetting LOLLL))

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re new in town, and your goal is to make friends with as many people as you can. You make a grave mistake when trying to befriend Toby, he likes you more than you know. ((smut takes a while, theres a build up))

You were new to Oregon. You were used to the sandy beaches of California, the palm trees and clear skies paired with the warm sun beating down on you like a warm hug. That’s where you felt at home. It was bright, fun, sunny, and comfortable. But you needed a change, you needed a different lifestyle, scenery, people. You landed on the most opposite type of place you could.

Washington was full of pine trees, cloudy and cold, rain soaking into your boots and the chill breezes were sharp and uninviting. You always wore a heavy coat almost like it was constantly blizzarding, which is what it felt like to you. It was different, but you enjoyed it.

You found a job at a diner, but it barely paid enough to keep you afloat but hey, money is money, and you were comfortable in your little apartment. It was rustic, rickety and rugged. You spent your days mostly working, fixing up your place and meeting the locals around. It was the smallest town you could have chosen and it was a bit of a culture shock to know that almost everyone already knew of your arrival.

Everyone was nice, really nice. You felt right at home immediately with their wonderful hospitality. There were even regulars who came into the diner and requested you to be their server. Friends came naturally to you here, whereas in California it wasn't as simple as just being a new face. You had to work to get friends there, had to match their luxury influencer aesthetic and status, look the part, play the part. You had to fake it to make it, but here in the little town you grew so fond of, you just had to be you. That was your favorite part aside from the beautiful scenery of pines and fog.

One day, you were on a night drive, the sun was setting and your car glided across the damp roads. You never got used to how many trees were around. They closed in on all the roads, surrounded all the buildings and the smell was heaven. Your apartments weren't far from where you were but you decided to try a new spot today, a new little cafe you had passed on the way to work most times.

It was a wooden shack with various signs decorating the outside, nestled between trees with such little space between them, one could barely walk around the perimeter without having to squeeze. It looked a bit run down. Its windows seemed dirty from the outside, the door looked rickety and worn, and its wooden wall seemed to be slightly splintered and jagged but that was the entire charm. The bright neon sign out front pulled it all together.

You parked your car on the side of the road. There were no parking spots oddly enough so you just did what you could with what you had. You walked inside and noticed, there was nobody here except for the one hostess, who seemed like she was also a waitress, and hell even the cook.

She approached you “Hey newbie” Her smile was warm and inviting “You can sit anywhere you like, menus are on the wall and let me know when you’re ready to order” She gestured loosely to the array of tables. You chose a far corner seat tucked away between a soda machine and the wall. You had to shimmy in to get into the booth, but when you sat you felt perfectly comfortable.

You had your menu in front of you, it was mainly breakfast food with a few different options of regular ol american classics. Burgers, chicken tenders, that sort of thing. You ordered a soda and sipped on it while you grazed the menu for what you wanted to eat, before the ding of the bell jarred you out of your concentration.

You saw there entering the building, a boy with shaggy brown hair, brown flannel and just a regular shirt and jeans. He looked as normal as could be but you never saw him before. You had met damn near everyone else in town, or at least had seen them in passing but this boy was entirely new. A new face you hadn't seen in the few weeks of living here, which struck a slight curiosity. The waitress seemed friendly with him, but he wasn't as friendly as it appeared.

He barely spoke, just gave loose gestures with his hands and such before he chose the seat farthest away from you. You noticed his head would jerk every few seconds, an arm would twitch or his fingers would wiggle, seemingly involuntarily as he sat at his secluded spot away from you. He didn't seem to notice you but given the fact of his seating choice he had to have seen you in his peripherals. Why else would he have avoided you so obviously?

The demeanor of this boy was too different from everyone else. Too secluded, too closed off, too shy. It was odd, maybe he was just introverted, but at the same time why would someone so introverted choose to live in such a friendly town with neighbors so bubbly and bright? He wasn't anything like that from what you could tell. It intrigued you quite a bit.

You stared at him shamelessly, eyes never leaving his face until the waitress touched your shoulder. “Ready to order darling?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll just have the house burger and fries” You smiled with the close of your menu. With a nod of acknowledgement she whisked herself and the menu away to the kitchen. You returned to your staring.

This boy was bouncing his leg seemingly anxiously, his hands fidgeted with his hoodie strings and he seemed so jittery and nervous it was off putting. You locked eyes with him, and in a panic you just looked away to make it seem like you had grazed over him rather than having been hardcore hawking on him. Your face flushed red in embarrassment, and for the rest of your meal you never looked back up. Though, the feeling of eyes on you never wavered.

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The next day, you’re at work bright and early, 6 am for the workers who need their morning breakfast before heading off to start their days. Your uniform is a little mini dress, ruffly apron and pale sage color with brown trimming along the sleeves and hem of the bottom. Paired with it are some janes and some ruffly socks. Your hair was tied up in a ponytail.

You’re manning the customers at the bar, talking with the trucker men who had come for a quick stop, when you saw him walk in yet again. Same aura as last time. Everyone seemed to know him, the whole restaurant went slightly quieter when they registered his presence. It was a noticeable difference but when they returned to their chatter he chose his seat. Once again at the farthest spot from the bar. Now you figured his favorite seats were the ones farthest away from the crowd, but it was still strange.

You had turned your back to pour some coffee when one of the truckers, named Bobby, whispered your name “Y/N.. Y/N!!” He tapped the table to get your attention, and when you turned to face him was when he waved you closer. “Steer clear of that boy down there”

That boy.

Your face furrowed “Why? He looks like a normal guy”

“No” Bobby shook his head “That boy is a freak, you see the way he twitches and jerks all the time? He never talks to no one, never even says hello”

“Maybe he’s just shy, come on. And— it's rude of you to comment on his condition like that”

“Nah nah, that boy's trouble, trust me.”

You rolled your eyes with an unamused smile “What's so bad about him?”

Bobby leaned in closer “I heard he killed his pops in a freak fire he set in his neighborhood down in Colorado”

“And what proof do you have of that?”

“None, but— come on he looks like the type” When you turned to tend to the others, he butted in “And— there've been a lot of people going missing around here. I think he’s responsible”

“Bobby seriously? You’re accusing a boy you’ve never even talked to of murder, do you hear yourself?”

The man next to Bobby, whose name was Charlie, butted in “I saw the posters. All men between the ages of 17 and 25, missing straight from their beds at night” Charlie took a long sip of his coffee.

“You guys sound crazy” You shook your head and grabbed the rag to your left to absentmindedly wipe the counter "There's no proof of any of that being linked to him”

Charlie said “Some of those boys were last seen headed in the direction of that guys house, never to be found again” You paused in your wiping motion, "Ain't that something?” He took a bite of bacon, “There’s no way it ain't him”

You didn't say anything then, just glanced over at him quickly enough not to be caught, well— you thought you were slick, but he was already staring you down exactly how you were the night before. Your face paled, and you promptly looked down to continue wiping the counter as nonchalantly as possible.

“I’m telling you Y/N, don't let him near you”

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When you clocked out of work at around 2pm, he was still there. You were gathering your things, purse, wallet, keys and phone, getting ready to leave when you saw him walk out. That struck a slight nerve. He had stayed your entire shift without even ordering anything, just sitting in that spot with a few breaks to walk outside and stretch, but he would always come back and just sit there. The waitresses all tried to see if he needed anything, tried to get him to eat something but he refused every time. Eventually they just sat a cup of water for him to drink without him asking, and at least that was something he chose to consume, but otherwise, nothing.

The words of the truckers echoed in the back of your mind, but despite their warnings you didn’t really listen. You rushed outside to catch his car, or his bike or something. You wanted to see how he got here, if you could follow him perhaps, but he was gone. You couldn't see him despite him just having exited the building.

Curiosity overtook you, and you walked a circle around the perimeter of the diner, nothing. You looked in the tree line, nothing. There was no sign he had come around, no car, no bike, nothing. Not even footprints in the mud from the rain. You used your jacket to shield you from the downpour above, trekking back to the front of the building to get in your car. When you arrived there, you saw a little note attached to your door handle

“Stay Away”

It read. You sighed with an eye roll, it was signed “Bobby” on it. That man was just looking out for you but a note was a bit overkill. You folded it neatly and stuck it in your pocket before shuffling into your car, shutting the door and taking off in the direction of your apartments.

The rain beat down on your car, shooting across the road against your tires as you drove. There was nothing else you could think of besides this mysterious loner. He was constantly in your head even if you tried to distract yourself with music you just couldn't focus on it. Your mind always wandered back to him. It was frustrating.

You noticed your car fuel was close to E. Gas time. Luckily there was a gas station nearby, so when you pulled up you stepped out of the car. Suddenly, you felt eyes on you. Was he here..? You glanced around you, there wasn't anyone you didn't recognize. There's no way he could have gotten here so fast on foot, he had no car. There was no other way to get around but then again, he showed up at 6 am right when the diner opened without a car..

That's right, he got there right as you opened without a car… There weren't any houses close to your job so he had to have walked at least a couple miles to get there. He had to have deliberately left a couple hours early at least in order to make it right at opening time… You felt like you were going crazy, you hadn't even put the nozzle into your gas tank yet, you were just staring at the ground in thought.

When you realized, you were quick to start pumping the gas. The nozzle was in, and the meter number began growing. With a huff, you decided to go in and pay, and while you were at it might as well get you something to drink too.

The door bell rang when you walked in. It was a dingy little place, but it was quaint, and oddly comforting. The light buzzed and flickered, the floors were tile while the walls were a dingy cream colored white. They would have been clean had it not been for cigarette smoke stains. You walked to the register, paid your pump number and began your stroll around the small store to see what they carried.

None of your Cali favorites were here, but hey, you decided to try something new. You grabbed a bottle of soda you had never heard of, and then made your way to the snacks when you heard the bell ding again. Your gaze immediately darted to look, and then there he was. That rugged looking guy with the shaggy brown hair. Your breath quickened before you walked up to him.

“Hi” You smiled at him warmly. He didn't say hi back, he just nodded with a flat smile, and swerved around you to peruse the aisles. You followed him “I see you around sometimes! I just wanted to say hi and introduce myself since I haven't gotten the chance”

He grabbed a random thing off the shelf, “Ah”

His voice. Oh his voice was smooth, and low. You didn't expect that. “Well, what's your name?”

“I-Im busy—“ He turned to look at you, and seeing him up close was slightly jarring. He was so much more handsome than you could have noticed from afar.

“Oh right— sorry, I’ll leave you to it” You backed away from him, and scurried up to the register.

The woman there leaned in, “His name is Toby. Toby Rodgers”

You froze, “How do you know?”

“I listen to him talk on the phone sometimes, he calls this guy named Tim. I don't think Tim lives here but, he always addresses him as Toby”

You nodded slowly, turning back to see Toby all the way on the other side of the store. He was just grazing. In his arms were a bag of chips, a soda and some candy. With a huff, you paid for your things, thanked the cashier and walked to your car.

While you were fixing up the pump and putting everything back where it goes, he exited the building with a bag of his things in his hand. You were screwing the cap back on your tank before you paused to watch him walk.

He still didn't have a car, he still was on foot but this time you could see where he was going. Behind the building. He didn't look back at you but the way he moved didn't seem secretive.. Didn’t seem like he was scurrying away in a rush, it was just a casual stroll.. You decided to follow him.

You abandoned your car and slowly, silently followed behind him. The distance kept wouldn't alarm him, there was no way he would know. You were silent and cautious. He didn't look behind him, not once during the entire walk. You thought surely, you wouldn’t have been caught.

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When you arrived at his house.. It was pretty far out in comparison to your other frequented locations. If he walked everywhere while living so far away, you had to give him props for dedication. You were struggling to stay on your feet while it seemed as though he had absolutely nothing wrong with him. He wasn't out of breath, he wasn't stumbling, it didn't seem like he was out of any stamina like you.

You were still a little ways away, keeping a good distance between the two of you while simultaneously maintaining line of sight with him. He had gotten to his front door, and just— stood there. He didn't go in, didn't get out any keys. It was as if he were waiting for someone. You did notice a car in the driveway. Why wasn’t he using it..

His back faced the door, leaning on it with his legs crossed and hands in his pockets. The grocery bag lay at his feet. You decided now was the best time to approach him, as you came out from the tree line to the cabins steps.

He didn't say anything to you the whole way, he just eyed you quietly, and when you approached, he finally spoke first “Do you always follow strangers home?”

You were taken aback by this, “No— I just— look, I see you everywhere and you never do anything but stare at me and quite frankly, its weird”

He cracked a smirk, “And-“ His head jerked to the right, “Y-you thought f-following me here was a good d-decision?”

“Well yes. How else was I supposed to talk to you? You barely ever say anything to anyone ever in public”

“Yeah w-well— maybe there's a reason”

“Just tell me what's up. If you want to be friends then—“

“Leave, alright y/n? It would be best if you just went h-home”

Your breath hitched, “You know my name”

“Yeah your n-name tag on your—FUCKING—uniform s-says it” He didnt mean to curse.

“I dont have a nametag..” You opened your coat to prove it

The silence was thick for a moment, your eyes never leaving his and his never left yours either. Your instincts told you to run.

“W-well must have been from those f-fuckers at the diner calling you that then” He stumbled on his words a little, not from the stutter, but from knowing he fucked up. First conversation with you and he fucked up big time.

“You sit too far from the bar to even hear my name being said.. How do you—“

“Get out— just— f-fucking go”

You didn’t ask any further questions, you just turned on your heel without a word, and immediately booked it back to your car.

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Toby didn't show up to the diner the next morning. He wasn't at the gas station, you didn't even see him walking anywhere nearby. That was a red flag if you ever saw one. This time, you were going to find out some answers. Your visit yesterday was absolutely useless, nothing came out of it but this time, you were ready to confront him head on.

After your shift you headed straight home, changed clothes and on the way out, just in case, you grabbed a pocket knife for safety. You were off then, knife in your jacket, phone in your back jeans pocket, and you were driving over to his cabin.

When you arrived, you didn't see his car in the dirt driveway.

Damn..

You parked, and immediately got out to begin searching for signs. The way he acted yesterday was enough to make you suspicious of him. Maybe Bobby and Charlie were right. You had to see it for yourself.

You tried the front door first, it was locked of course, but you noticed.. The window to the right of it was cracked just slightly. It was too easy, but you didn't think of that at the moment, you were too eager for answers. It was unlocked, and you pulled it straight up with ease and welcomed yourself in

The inside was what you expected. It was nice. Furnished and definitely lived in, but it wasnt dirty, wasnt gross.. Just the home of a typical man in his early 20s living alone. The couches looked old though, the cushions looked well worn but only in three spots.. As if it were a regular occurrence that three people sat there together. Usually people only pick one designated spot on a couch to sit on..

There were no pictures, no decorations on the walls other than a few landscape pictures. The kitchen and living room were one big space, divided by a bar with three seats.. You noticed a can of what looked to be spaghetti-o’s in a pot on the stove.. it looked old, but it didn't look eaten either. There wasn't a bowl nearby, no seasonings or utensils.. Just the empty can next to the pot. No can opener.

The hallway was parallel to the front door, if you walked in that would be the first thing you'd notice. It was dark, and all the doors were closed except for the farthest door to the right. It was cracked slightly, light on. Your nerves were spiking, and the ominous light was calling your name, your brain was telling you to get out but you couldn’t for the life of you bring yourself to turn around and leave. Not now.

With a deep breath, you inched closer to the door, hardwood floors creaking under your sneakers as you made your way down the hall. You felt your hands shaking, your pits were sweating and your heart pounded in your chest the more you approached the door. When you were face to face with it, your hand reached to the knob and pushed it open.

It was just a bedroom. It looked to be his, clothes strewn about the floor and the overhead fan spun in place on the ceiling. His clothes from yesterday were hanging over the baseboard of the bed, and there were a couple drawers in the dresser slightly ajar with socks and undergarments stuffed into them. You sighed in relief, but something in you screamed to go further in.

Your foot entered the threshold, left hand in your jacket pocket, fingers curled around the knife so tightly your knuckles were turning white. You didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.. The drawers you pulled were just full of clothes, random tools like screwdrivers.. duct tape.. rope. A lump grew in your throat when you saw it, and you shut the drawer promptly, only after taking a picture to use for evidence for when you left.

Bobby and Charlie's words sounded more and more like truth now. But you needed more. Just a picture of suspicious tools wasn't enough to get him arrested or even for a warrant to be issued, so you continued. His closet was normal.. Under the bed was normal. This guy was good..

You left the room and went to the door directly ahead of it, and opened the door. This room was much.. much different. It was full of boxes. Shoeboxes specifically. Piled up to your knees with what looked like to be at least a couple dozen of them. You opened one. It was full of papers, scribbles and words unintelligible on them, but it spooked you nonetheless even if you couldn’t read them. One of them had a strange symbol between an array of poorly scribbled pine trees next to them. A circle with an X through it

You shook your head in confusion, snapping a picture of it and moving on from that box to look in another. When you opened that one, you wished you hadn't. You wished you would have left after the first room.

Your stomach turned when you saw the polaroid of you in the diner, you were smiling and talking with the regulars at the bar.

Another one of you getting into your car. Multiple of you getting into your car. Diner pictures were harder since of course, Toby couldn't get close enough without being spotted but being in the treelines while you were outside the diner was much easier.. He used that to his advantage.

You dumped out the box to find tons.. Plethoras of polaroids of you at home in your apartment. Your eyes widened in shock, so many of you changing clothes, coming out of the shower.. And the most abundant were of you with your vibrator in hand, between your legs. You blinked rapidly, barely even able to process what you saw before you heard the squeaking footsteps of someone in the hallway.

“Find anything interesting?” Toby's voice echoed hauntingly in your ear. You felt his breath against your neck when he knelt down behind you. You flinched when he put his arm on your shoulder “D-dont think you can get away” In his voice you could hear his smirk. That fucking smirk.

You inhaled deeply “I won't tell anyone—“

He wrapped a hand around your neck, holding you in place “Its not about that” You felt his other arm jerk slightly “I just don't want you to go”

“Dont hurt me please!” You shook violently in his grasp, fear seeping into your words.

He smiled into your neck “I w-wont.. I wont” The sound of him deeply inhaling your scent was like a warning, and you felt the cold tinge of his mask against your skin. Your body was still as stone, waiting for him to do something, anything. You wanted more than anything to be let go but that wasn't an option anymore. What scared you the most was how you didn't have a clue as to what he would do.

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You didn't remember how you got there, but your eyes fluttered open to see that you were in a room. It seemed like a basement, or some kind of bunker.. There was a workbench full of various weapons on the wall straight ahead of you, to the right, a fridge, and to the left, barrels. You could smell the barrels from where you were, and it was absolutely sickening, so sickening that you couldn't help but gag in your spot on the floor.

When you fully processed where you were, or— rather what type of room you were in, you instinctively moved your hands apart from behind your back to help you stand, but unfortunately, they were bound together with rope. The restriction caused panic to zap your nervous system, and your breath picked up in a rush of adrenaline to escape.

No matter how much you squirmed the ropes didn't loosen, they were tied all the way up your arms and bound together where you couldn't even separate your elbows from each other. You started screaming for help. As your voice echoed through the dark room you could hear footsteps barreling down the stairs, and the door opened.

Toby was there.. But his face was covered by a metal guard and his eyes were masked by orange goggles. You shuffled towards him.

“LET ME GO!!”

Toby rushed to your side, putting a gloved hand on your face. You could see his eyes through the goggles he wore, they were soft, gentle even..

“Shh..” He rubbed his thumb over your cheek “Y-you’re okay. I’m-i’m not gonna hurt you”

“THEN WHY AM I—“

“Baby.. Baby it’s alright” You saw his eyes squint. This fucker was smiling. “I j-just want you here with me. I don’t want you to-to-to go anywhere”

Your contorted face relaxed, “You’re not going to hurt me..”

His voice was smooth, low and comforting, “No.. Not at all baby”

“Just— please take me home!!”

A chuckle echoed through his mask, “I can’t have y-y-you running off and telling anyone about this now can I?”

You shook your head. You both knew that if you were set free, you absolutely would tell. “I won't say anyth—“

“SHUT UP—“ He shouted. You could see him squeeze his eyes shut, and he growled lowly, clearing his throat as he took both hands now, and had them on either side of your face “Sorry- fuck— I didnt mean to say that”

You didn't know what else to do, you couldn’t go anywhere. You couldn't stand up, you couldn't fight him. All you could do was play along.. Maybe you could butter him up enough to let you leave.

So that's what you did.

Every day, he would come check on you. For the next week, every day you played into his obsession. You responded exactly with what he wanted to hear. Praise, gratitude, and you even told him you loved him too. You could see the happiness in his eyes whenever you reciprocated the feelings he had for you.

The next week passed. He let you out of the restraints, but you couldn't leave the cabin. The windows were screwed shut, the door was padlocked and only he had the key. He carried it with him everywhere he went. But something horrific was happening, you were starting to like it. You were slowly starting to enjoy being there, being in his presence. You stopped feeling scared around him. You began to miss him when he would leave. Every night you would think to yourself how fucked it all was.

There was one night in particular that had you rethinking everything, had you second guessing your plan entirely. It was the night he told you about his past, and his family. The two of you were on the couch, sitting there with nothing but the buzzing of the overhead light on. It felt odd for him to be so vulnerable but the conversation somehow led to him opening up.

“My father— he—he was always a piece of shit” He chuckled, “My mom, and sister always got the brunt of his anger, always f-fucking angry about something”

You just nodded along, listening while he talked. You noticed how his tics worsened with this conversation. His head jerked to the side more frequently, his arms would fail sporadically, and you could tell this was a hard conversation for him

“He beat us, all three of us, f-fucking constantly.” His voice broke, and your hand rushed to his knee for comfort. You could see him tense at your touch, “I didn’t feel anything but— I-I know my mom and sister did. Their s-screams f-fucking keep me up-up at night— FUCK—“ He shoved your hand away. “And one night, I had enough.”

“You killed him didnt you..?” Your hand retreated to your own lap.

Toby's gaze turned to meet yours “Yeah”

“You set the house on fire.. Killed him with an axe.”

“Made the news and everything..” Toby’s jaw ticked “It was worth it”

You swallowed, teary eyed and for some reason you felt bad for him. He kidnapped you, and you felt bad for him. “I can’t say I wouldn't do the same..”

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There were many nights like that, both venting to each other, growing a bond that now after being there for two months, felt unbreakable. You didn't want to leave anymore, you didn't want to turn him in, he was too precious to you now. You couldn't lose him.

It was a night like any other, as you laid in your newly granted bed. You were next to him, he was out cold but you couldn’t help it. It had been aching in you for a while now. The image of him on top of you replayed in your mind over and over as you stared at him sleeping. Your breath grew immeasurably shaky with this desperation now having overwhelmed you.

You didn't just want to give it to him.. You wanted him to fight for it. You slowly stood from the bed, noticing him shift to face you but he wasn't awake just yet. He was still fast asleep while you crept over to the door, it creaked open slowly, and you watched him as you backed out into the hallway.

SLAM

You shoved the door shut as loudly as humanly possible, and it was enough to wake him up so fast he was already out in the hallway with you while you ran. You saw his face when you looked behind you, it wasn't his usual gentle and soft expression he typically had around you. It was dark now.. Evil almost, as if he had switched back to the man he was before he kidnapped you.

You made it to the livingroom, and with the nearest object you could find, you smashed the window with it. Glass shattered all around your feet as you had acted so quickly you already had a foot outside. But he was quicker, he was able to grab your hand and yank you backwards back into the house completely. When you fell, your back hit the glass.

“YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!!” He screamed in your face while on top of you. It was horrifying, and no it wasn't just a little game anymore. It was serious.

You were able to shove him off, grabbing a shard of glass to go as you slipped out the window and into the woods. Toby was extremely close behind, and you quickly realized how much faster he was than you. You couldn't run for very long as it was and your speed was nothing to ride home about, but his. God he was fast. You could feel the space between you shrink as you ran for the main roads, they were still a while away and you didn't know if you could make it that far.

Toby kept screaming at you while running behind so close he could reach out and grab at your hair if he wanted to, but he didn't. He let you keep running. You could feel your lungs giving out, your legs buckling under you as you tumbled to the forest floor. Toby was so close he tripped right over you, landing just a few inches away before he gathered himself and crawled to grab your throat.

“Y-you think you can leave me?!”

You whimpered underneath him, the shard of glass you had was in your pajama pocket. You unsheathed it and sliced his arm in an attempt to stun him to run, but the horror in your eyes grew when he was entirely unfazed by it. You stabbed him in the shoulder, blood gushing now as he still had no reaction whatsoever. He straddled you then.

“You-You’re MINE do you fucking he-hear me baby?” He got close to your face, lips grazing yours “I’m gonna prove it t-to you— yeah, yeah, you’re gonna regret running from me” He chuckled softly as he groped one of your tits in his hand, blood soaked into your top as you looked up at him. This. This is what you wanted. You were scared but, hell, this was exactly why you ran in the first place.

You felt the shard of glass forcefully leave your hand as Toby threw it to the side, and smashed his lips against yours with a growl. The way you kissed him back made all the difference on how he handled you from here on out, he now knew, this was your goal all along. Toby's hand slid up your shirt to twist your nipples in between his fingers, causing you to whimper in his mouth while the kiss still never broke.

Toby was a rough kisser, his teeth clacked against yours, biting your lip so messily you could feel his saliva mixing with yours. He was so hungry for you he was quite literally drooling into your mouth. Your cunt was throbbing, begging to be destroyed right here on the forest floor as you grinded against his leg that was between yours. You heard him grunt into your mouth when he felt your wetness on his bare knee and he was quick to take his cock out.

He broke the kiss to hover above you, posture straight as he fisted his rock hard dick in his hands, you could see the moonlight on the shiny wet tip leaking with precum. He kept going, jerking himself off right above your face, smiling down at you “You want it huh baby? T-this is why you ran the fu-fuck away?” He whimpered to himself while watching you beneath him.

You were now full on humping his leg now, panties soaked through and leaving a shiny spot on his skin while you moaned and begged for him, “Mm—Toby please— Just fuck me—“ You were using his boxers as a handle to keep grinding on his leg as he jacked off.

“Just for ru-running away im gonna make you— fuck— wait for it— hah—“ He whimpered once again, he was already close to cumming so he took his hand off of his dick, and just watched you hump him. “You’re the fu-fucking filthiest slut ive ever seen, god damn—“ He couldnt help but smile at your desparation.

You saw his cock twitch, balls squeeze and release as he watched you. It was enticing, that thing hovering above you within arms reach. The way it so obviously invited you in made your right hand raise up and jerk him off instead. You were still going rampant on his leg as well. Toby’s face fell into a pleasure filled scowl, jaw slack and eyebrows knotted together while his eyes closed and head leaned back.

“Just like that baby—“ He moaned, and started to thrust into your hand, it allowed his legs to slightly jolt back and forth while you humped him, your whimpers mixed with his while he fucked your fist desperately. His hands grabbed your wrist and held it in place as his pace grew faster, you were so close to cumming if he did anything else you were going to explode.

And he did. He couldn't stop himself, he just shoved your hand away and adjusted himself to where both of your legs would be on either side of him. His face dove right into your cunt. He was messy with it, sucking and licking, even nibbling while his head bobbed in place. You sure as hell humped his face too, scooting down to where the pressure would be so hard Toby definitely couldn't breathe, but you didn’t care at all. You grabbed his hair and pulled him even closer into you, thrusting your hips into his mouth like your life depended on it.

Your moans were loud, erratic and whiney while you used his face as if it were a pillow. His eyes were locked onto yours and yours onto his as your face flushed red with pathetic humiliation. You were in love and lusting over your captor, how ridiculous was that? You threw out that thought, it didn't matter right now, you just wanted to cum and you did.

When he started sucking on your clit, that's what ignited your orgasm to crackle through you like lightning. It traveled from your cunt, all through your stomach and arms, even your legs while you rode his face through your orgasm. Toby went even harder when he realized you were cumming, his hands dug into your thighs and his head bobbed up and down even faster while he felt your wet pussy against his face.

When it was over, Toby wasted absolutely no time, he pinned you down with your legs over your head, and immediately shoved himself in. The stretch was ecstasy, he filled you so perfectly you almost thanked the lord for it. Not too big, not too small, just perfect. Like his cock was specifically made to fit in you. His thrusts were fast right off the bat, skin slapping under the moonlight that peeked through the trees. He was so desperate for you, and you were loving it.

Toby’s face was almost uncanny, you couldn't tell if he was even mentally present while he drilled into your guts thrust after thrust. His eyes were blank, jaw open and moans pouring out of his mouth along with some drool that dripped onto your face, you didn't wipe it away, you couldn’t. He had you pretzeled up and pinned.

You were getting overstimulated with every slam, the ring of muscle burned from the pace he held, and you couldn’t do anything to stop it. Not like you wanted to, but it made your moans slightly more pained, slightly more high pitched as your hands found his back, and you held onto him while he thrusted hard and deep. Your nails dug into his skin and dragged across it horizontally, which got a delightful reaction from him.

“Oh fuck baby—“ He whined into your ear and slammed his lips into yours again, that messy make out with the biting, the slobber and spit coating half of your face. You were in heaven right now, and from his whimpers, so was he.

Toby was close, and you could tell based on his pace quickening so much your head was hitting the tree behind you. You didn't care, you just loved the feeling of him inside you after all this time. But he grew tired of this position and flipped you over onto your stomach.

Your face hit the tree when he shoved his hand against your head, his cock teased your entrance before he shoved it straight in. Even the second time, the feeling of his cock stretching your cunt open was just as immeasurably beautiful as the first time. When he started thrusting, you felt your face being scraped up by the tree bark, your knees burned into the soil and your nails dug into the wood. Your moans never wavered, and neither did his.

His balls slapped against your clit, and your pussy clenched around him so criminally he audibly gasped. Toby’s head rolled back and he muttered stuttered curses under his breath, praising you for being a good slut for him.

“Yeah— Yeah— Fuck baby make me cum please—“ He whined while shoving his cock into you faster, bodies slapping together while you felt his hands now grab at your hips and pull you in and push you off over and over as he thrusted deep. You felt the crack of his hand upon your ass and you yelped.

And with that yelp, he came. One thrust, two, then three. You could feel it coating your walls in a thick sludge, the heat filling you up so much it was leaking even while he was still softly thrusting into you. You heard his moans spill out of him while his cock twitched, pulsed inside you as the cum still kept coming. When it was over, he pulled right out, and watched the white sludge drip out of you onto the soil.

“You’ll n-never fucking— leave me again huh” He said through labored breaths, kissing your shoulder lovingly.

“No” You turned to face him “Never again” With a smile, you kissed him deeply.

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Play My Game (Ben Drowned X F!Reader)

𝐂𝐖: stalker, voyeurism, ben takes videos of u without u knowing, camgirl (kinda), sloppy bj, masturbation, unsolicited masturbation video, vaginal penetration, arousal from fear

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.3k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ben has been stalking you through your computer for a long time. Odd little things keep happening to your stuff.. And you find some incriminating things when you decide to snoop around.

It started small.

The lights would flicker in your room. Your computer would turn off randomly, and sometimes when you logged on to your games you noticed that your progress had been rearranged. There would be times when, in your games, you were at a certain point, and you noticed you were a couple scenes behind where you left off last time. Or sometimes perhaps it would be deleted entirely. It was confusing, but you didn't think anything of it. Not too much at least. Games glitch all the time right?

You would just restart your computer, and check again to see that you were right at the point you should have been. All anything took was a quick fix before it returned to normal. Everything would be perfectly restored how it was before the glitch as if nothing happened at all. The glitches always went away for a while after the fixes. The gap started at a month at first, then a week, then a few days.. Over time the gap between incidents shrunk and shrunk, until it became too often of a problem to not begin worrying.

It became so frequent, the quick fixes that saved you at first, became ineffective entirely, and you couldn't restore any data, any file from any game. Your progress you worked so hard to complete just vanished with no trace, no chance of recovery. When you looked to see your play history, it was as if you had just opened the game for the first time. There were absolutely no records of you even opening it. It said “Time played: 0 hours”. It was almost as if someone was messing with you..

You sat at your computer the night you decided to get to the bottom of it, the glow of the screen against your face in the dark bedroom. You hadn't slept in hours, but you didn’t care, you were going to do this no matter how long it took. You had your drink and snack next to you, blanket around your head, it was definitely going to be a long night.

You opened your files tab, flipping through various different titles and folders. The words blurred together as your tired eyes painfully swept across the screen, looking into all of your game files as well as random picture files, checking for anything out of the ordinary. You installed mods on your games quite often, maybe it was a bad one.. maybe.

You almost missed it. Almost. You skimmed across a folder that wasn’t created by you, and you didn't catch it until you had already scrolled past.

In a quick halt, you scrolled back up. It was a folder titled “B” … B..? You opened it up, and to your dismay, your eyes widened. You almost thought you were hallucinating from sleep deprivation but no. It was real. Too real to deny or brush off as your tired eyes playing tricks on you. What you were seeing was undoubtedly real. You were seeing a plethora of pictures being taken of you, front facing from your webcam. Laughs, smiles, blank expressions.. Nights with your friends even. There were some of you at your computer, some of you just laying in your bed, others of your friends gathered around you at the computer watching you play something.

The pictures of your friends though, made your stomach drop. All of their faces were crossed out, scribbled over in a digital black marker to where you would be the only one whose face was visible. Your lips pursed while you kept scrolling.

The dates ranged from last year, up to last night. None of today so far but.. Just as soon as you registered the absence of today's photos, you saw a picture pop up at the bottom. A new one being placed into the folder. Your current outfit, your current hairstyle, your facial expression full of fear and concern. The second you noticed it, your eyebrows knitted together, face hardening. They just took a picture of you. Right in front of your face. Right where you could see it. They knew you were discovering this. That move was deliberate.

No way you were going to let this person— this thing— take over your life. You decided this quick fix was a webcam coverup, so you stuck a piece of black electrical tape over it. Whoever it was definitely couldn't see you anymore. That was a good enough solution for now. You didn't want to throw out your whole computer, not yet. If they couldn't see your face, there wasn't an issue right? You could just factory reset it and maybe they would be gone.. But first you wanted to snoop, you wanted to see what other hidden messages, secrets and oddities that could be in here.

When you exited the photo folder, you clicked on your most played game folder. Everything looked normal so far, everything was in its place, nothing was deleted that you could tell.. But then you noticed yet another odd anomaly, a folder titled “E” . E?

You opened it

Inside it was a picture of a code, what it was you had no idea. It was a short series of random numbers that appeared not to be in a particular pattern or order at first.. You stared at it..

16-12-1-25

Nothing about this sequence made any sense. None of the numbers had any correlation to each other other than 16 and 12 being even numbers, but that wasn't helpful. To you it just looked like a random set. Maybe they were trying to lead you on a wild goose chase, messing with you and making you believe it meant something when it didn't, but you were too stubborn to give it up so easily.

You took a picture, and sat back in your chair to search the meaning of said numbers. Maybe it was some kind of angel number sequence. Not that you believed in that kind of thing but you decided it was worth trying anyway. All that appeared were the normal results like “a spiritual awakening could be coming for you” That isn't what you were hoping for but, what else could have come from it?

You felt stumped for a moment. This person had to have been wanting you to find them, whoever they were. There was no other explanation as to why they planted those pictures in your computer. They could have kept them to themselves, most stalkers do. Most of them would barely ever make themselves known unless they were extra crazy but.. this person was different from that. They wanted you to know, they wanted you to figure this out. Deliberately making a folder to put shit in was absolutely not something a secretive hacker would do.

The frequent glitches didn't help their case either. No hacker would just.. Play with someone like that for fun right..? This whole time you had been barely able to play games until this very moment when coincidentally, no glitches seemed to happen at all. They had to have been allowing this, had to have been watching you, knowing you were opening this stuff up and they were letting you on purpose. They weren't crashing anything, weren't deleting anything, they were giving you the opportunity to free roam with no issue..

The fact that whoever this was couldn't have been trying to be so complicated as to make a code you couldn't decipher made it easy to figure out what the numbers meant. You searched up “Numbers to letters code sheet”

You didn't have to try that hard. What a smart code breaker you were.

16-12-1-25

P. L. A. Y.

Play?

What..? This confused you further, you tossed your phone on your desk, hand running through your hair in frustration.

“Okay come on. Whoever you are, I know you can hear me, what do you want?”

There was nothing. The silence was eerier than if you had gotten a response, and a chill ran down your spine. There had to be more, so you went back to your search. Game two, second most played game in your armory. A file titled N.

You grabbed a notebook from your side drawer, jotting down all the info, the numbers, the random letters attached to the folders. You connected the dots. B. E. N. The folders so far spelled out the name, Ben.

“Is this it? Your name is Ben?”

Silence.

You opened “N” to see a video waiting to be played. The ominous logo of that flag shaped triangle loomed over you.. Your stomach dropped to your feet when you saw it. You didn't even know what it could have been. There was no thumbnail, there was no title, nothing to hint at what the video could even be of. It was just blackness. That struck fear into your soul for a moment, before you clicked play.

That was a mistake.

It was a series of videos taken of you through your webcam. A compilation if you will. That was just the beginning of it. The start of the video was a series of clips of you, laying on your bed with your hand between your legs, phone in your other hand as you pleasured yourself to whatever got you hot and bothered that day. Your face paled. You could see everything, your whole naked body on top of the blanket on the bed, legs wide and your pussy on full display.

You muted the video so you couldn't hear your own whimpers and moans through your headset. It was embarrassing. You weren't even horrified. You weren't disgusted or anything of the sort, just humiliated. At the last 5 seconds of the video, it clipped to some— guy. Body toned yet slim, cock in his hand fisting it like his life depended on it. Your face flushed red when he came, you could hear his groans, you could see the way his cock twitched in his hand as the cum roped out of the tip onto his bare stomach. It was sick, but it was hot..

No! NO! No. Some freak spying on you through your webcam and jerking off to you isn't hot.. It's not.

But it is.

Your legs pressed together. Something about it was horrifically arousing. It was sick, demented, twisted.. But for some reason you couldn't help but stare at him. Your eyes couldn't get enough, your body went hot with pure fervor. When the video ended it was a frame of him with his cock in his hands even after he came. You just.. stared. There was no face, no clothes, the background was just a blank white wall. There was no telling as to who this guy was.

Breathless and confused, you backed away from your computer screen, pausing mid roll on your chair. It was a war inside your head.

Rewatch it.. Rewatch it..

No— it's too fucked

But you like it..

No—

Yes

You indeed did rewatch it. You watched him jerk himself off so much you memorized the vocal inflictions of his moans, you knew the exact moment he was about to cum, even down to the fapping noises that became a pattern you could recall in your head even without watching it. Whoever this person was, you wanted him and that scared you more than the video itself.

You felt crazy for it. Who in their right mind would ever. Ever want to fuck their hacker, their stalker? The person who so blatantly invaded your privacy? Recorded you in sexual situations to use for their pleasure? You. You did.

You let out a shaky breath, reaching your hand to the mouse and dragging it to the red X in the corner of the tab. An error message popped up.

You know you want to watch it again

You closed the error message, pressing the red X on the video tab once more, only to be met with yet another error.

You know you liked it

You repeated the close and exit cycle again. Another error.

Come on, play my game

You pursed your lips. “Only if you show me your face” Your hands were shaking, filled with so much arousal you were inches away from tearing off your shorts and going knuckle deep into your own cunt, but you restrained yourself.

Error message

Show me that you want it

You swallowed nervously, stripping yourself of your hoodie and clothes to reveal your fully naked body. The tape on the webcam ripped off with a single swipe before you sat on your chair. “Is this what you wanted..?”

Error message

The voice in your head was screaming at you to beg for him to just come leap through the screen and fuck you in that chair, but you wanted to play. You clicked the video, set it on repeat, and sat back. Your legs spread wide open, fastening yourself snugly against the chair, feet on the desk. A hand slid down your stomach all the way to your cunt, where you began to rub in circles. Your breath was slow, steady, you didn't want to embarrass yourself further with being so pathetic right from the start.

Error Message

There you go

The confirmation of him watching made you whimper. You felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so filthy. Your movements grew too fast to be circles, now you were moving side to side as the video played. The way his moans filled your ears, the way his hand beat his cock so violently, the way the cum sprayed on his stomach made your orgasm begin to build way too fast. All of that.. That video of him was all because of you, and you groveled in it.

He wanted you. Someone wanted you. God.

You finally let yourself expel a whimper, breath picking up with the pace of your fingers on your cunt. It was torture not to have him inside you. You didn't want to watch anymore, you wanted the real thing. That desperation sent your orgasm firing through your body like fireworks. You yelled in pleasure as your jaw slackened, and your head hit the headrest of your chair.

You rode your hands imagining it was him. You couldn't stand the reality of it not being true, so even while your orgasm was over you still rutted against your hands, painfully begging him. You didn't even realize you were doing it, but you were whimpering his name. The name that was found on the folders. Ben.

You heard the ding of the error message, and that snapped you out of your trance to see what was said.

You really want it huh?

You nodded rapidly, still touching yourself pathetically. And then, you noticed your computer screen begin to warp. It looked as if someone had put one of those swirly filters on it, ripply and surreal as if it were a fantasy. A hand slipped from the center, and grabbed onto the desk to pull himself forward, now entering your room.

Oh my god. He was so— you had no words. Blonde shaggy hair, handsome in the face, in nothing but grey sweatpants. His toned and slightly defined torso was the second thing you noticed, it was just as beautiful as in the video. The third thing you saw was the hardest cock bulge you had ever seen, he had to have already been jacking off while watching you, there’s no way he could have gotten that hard from just laying eyes on you right..?

He planted his feet on the ground, your legs straddling either side of him as he loomed over you.

“You’re such a filthy whore” He slipped his sweatpants off, cock bobbing when the waistband freed it. “You want it?” Surprisingly, he smirked down at you. It was too charming.

“Yes— yes— please—“ You sat properly, legs now on the floor, closed with your hands resting on your knees. Ben didn't hesitate, he grabbed your hair and yanked you to the floor.

“Take it” He opened your jaw for you with his first two fingers, replacing them with his cock that he harshly thrusted into your mouth right off the bat. He wasn't gentle. You felt the burn of the stretching in your jaw muscles while he forced your head back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts. Spit was pouring from your mouth already. It pooled and spilled over your bottom lip in a long thin line that met the floor.

You felt so filthy, so wrong, yet so amazing. You didn't want it to end.

The room was filled with your sloppy sounds. The slurping, the bubbling, the slight gags from you paired with his groans and curses he muttered under his breath.

“You’re so sick—“ He smiled down at you, head tilted up but eyes peering down. A chuckle escaped “Letting a stranger stalk you into a fucking— Ah—“ He sucked in through his teeth, still with that shit eating grin you couldnt get enough of. All this time, all these months of spying on you like a complete perv, all lead up to getting what he wanted.

He growled as he pulled out of your mouth, leaning down to place a soft smack onto your cheek as he grabbed you by the face “Let me fuck that pussy I’ve been dying to cum in” He didnt even take you to the bed. You found yourself bent over your desk before you could even say anything. Ben shoved himself in with no warning, no line up, nothing. He welcomed himself and started absolutely destroying you. It shocked you into a brief scream.

His thrusts sent your body jerking back and forth into the desk, shaking it so much the decorations started falling off. Your anime figures, your mouse and even your keyboard slipped off the edge with the rocking of the surface. It all clattered to the floor as you reached for sanctuary to grab onto something. You found yourself holding onto the neck of your monitor, which rocked and shook with the thrusts.

“God— it's even better than I imagined—“ He chuckled again, his smirk still never faded. Every once in a while it would contort into a pleasure filled, strained, wince, but it would always return to that smirk of his. You could see it in the reflection of your monitor, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. “Fuck a screen— I need you” He groaned.

You felt his hands reach forward to your face, pulling you up to where his chest met your back. He grumbled in your ear as your hands flew to his arm that was wrapped around your stomach.

“Want me to cum im you? Yeah pretty girl?” His teeth dug into your ear.

“Yes— yes Ben cum in me” You whined while keeping your eyes on the monitor. You felt him slam into you hard, over and over while your stomach bruised against the edge of the desk. You felt the warmth of his cum fill your insides, and you heard the low grunts of his pleasure filling your ears.

He stayed there for a moment before pulling out, breathless and sweaty. You felt the cum seeping out of you and down your legs as you held yourself up on the desk with both hands, panting yourself from excitement.

Ben took a hand and ran it up your back, "Don't be a stranger,” He leaned in close and kissed your neck, “I’ll be waiting for next time..” You turned to face him, leaning against the desk for support as your legs were too shaky to hold yourself up. You felt his hand touch the side of your face, leaning in to give you a soft kiss to your lips, and then, he was gone.

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