#creepypasta smut fic

[dollhouse-lied]

Turbulent

A ticci toby x male y/n smut fic

Toby is a maniac in malls. You are more than happy to teach him how to behave himself, to make him a mess.

Tags: dry humping, sex in public, in a car, light choking, uhhh this one's fairly vanilla

Enjoy~

Mall trips were anything but easy with toby.

He always got distracted by all the little trinket stalls selling bootlegs and always wanted to check out the newer stores. You practically had to put him on a leash, holding his hand tightly as you walked down the icey halls.

“Cmon (y/n), ill be-e quick,” he begged, staring at you with his brown puppy dog eyes.

“Toby, you dont need to check hot topic, you know we are on a budget,” you sighed, dragging him along.

“F-fuck you,” he muttered, begrudgingly being pulled along by your hand. “Im so hung-gry, can we get food?”

You smiled slightly, worn down by his millionth request of the hour. “Yeah, cmon, ill get us something,”

He perked up at this, walking quicker to meet your pace. “Can we g-get chinese?”

—

Toby sat down across from you, the styrofoam box he was carrying in his hands making that horrible noise that drives everyone crazy. You opened your box, a small order of sesame chicken and rice, up and noticed toby scarfing down his lo mein like he had never eaten before.

“Chill dude, its not running from you,” you laughed.

“Does it-t look like i give a fuck? No, i-i dont.” He said between bites.

This little fucker… needs to be put in his place.

“Youve been such a little shit today you know,” you calmly said, raising your foot to rub against his leg. He froze for a second, processing your actions. “Do you know that, pup?”

That word was enough to turn the wheel in his brain. He perked up, like he was waiting for that all along.

“Yea-ah baby, i do,” he giggled, still destroying his noodles.

“You think you can get away with that?” You calmly said, slowly sliding your shoe up his leg, watching his pale skin flush.

“Yeah,” he replied, watching you carefully for your next move.

You quickly shifted your foot's position to his inner thigh, causing him to flush and put his head down.

“Toby, look at me,”

He peeked his eyes up, staring at you as you pushed your foot closer and closer to his dick. He put his head down again, burying himself in his arms.

“Im not gonna ask again toby. Look at me. Now.” You ordered, and he quickly obliged, sitting fully at attention. You removed your foot completely, watching the confusion rise in his face.

“Just wanted to see you,” you smiled sweetly, going back to your food as he stared.

“Babe..” he whined, pulling his hoodie more over himself.

You looked up from your food, making a noise of acknowledgment before going back to casually eating your food. He wiggled as he stared at his lap, making small noises of desperation.

“B-babe please,” he whispered, embarrassment setting in.

“What, your such a whiny whore you cant take it?” You calmly replied, watching the desperate mess in front of you melt into himself. “Dont make a scene puppy,”

“C-can we go to your car, p-please,” he muttered, staring at the floor.

You laughed, shocked at his all out desperation. Sure, you hadnt fucked in a minute, but was he this horny over a touch?

“Yeah, just let me finish this,”

—

The backseat doors slammed, with toby climbing on top of you almost instantly. He met your lips, kissing you so rough that the patch covering the hole in his mouth slipped a bit. He moaned into the kiss, completely absorbed in your lips. You bit his lip, quickly gaining access to his mouth as he pathetically moaned. You ran your fingers down his back, cupping his ass. Toby whimpered as you broke the kiss.

“What-t-ts wrong?” He whispered.

You looked down at his pants where a hard bulge was forming, pressing at your own crotch. He blushed, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Sh-shut up,” he whimpered, slightly bucking himself into you. “Cant you just..”

You snickered. “What baby? Use your words,”

He nuzzled deep into your neck, peppering kisses across your skin. “Help m-m-me,” he finally choked out.

“Mmmm, why should i? We are in public you know, are you such a whore you cant wait til we get home?” You lightly traced your fingers down his shirt, agonizingly slowly just to torture him.

He grumbled into you, expecting to be touched like he wanted so agonizingly bad, but he instead had you pull his hair, yanking him to meet your eyes.

“Bab-by,” he moaned, face in a dumb, desperate blush.

“Your gonna have to convince me, i personally like seeing you like this. Beg like the mutt you are, and I'll consider it.” You demanded, feeling that familiar warm feeling in your gut.

You watched him scramble for words, too horny to make a logical argument. “Please (y/n) p-please ill-l be so fuc-cking good, j-just please get m-m-me off, please,”

You laughed, letting his hair go slightly. You slowly trailed your hand to his spread legs, hovering over his dick. He bucked into your hand, but you pulled away, tightening your grip on his hair again.

“Nuh uh, we are doing this on my terms. Do you hear me? MY. TERMS. Repeat it, say ‘we are doing this on masters terms because i was a little shit,’ say it.” You cooed, watching his face flush.

“W-we are doin-ng this on mas-st-sters terms because im a little shit,” he whimpered, his arms twitching on your shoulders.

You smiled, resting your hand on his crotch and palming through his jeans in small circles. He collapsed into you, moaning into your shoulder.

“M-more,” he gasped, slightly rutting into your hand.

“Aww, your such a good mutt, aren't you?” You cooed, yanking his head back to look at you. “Look me in the eyes for this, say ‘im a good mutt’ toby, make me proud,”

“I-im a good mutt,” he drooled, melting into your hands like butter.

You laughed and pressed your hand into his crotch harder, watching him become a moaning mess as he stared at you.

“Pl-please,” he whined, no thoughts behind his eyes except for you and how you were touching him, feeling him, making him your bitch.

“Please what baby?” You smiled, removing your hand. He made a small moan of despair as you did so, trying to rut closer to you.

“F-fuck (y/n) just-t-t fucking do it again-n, please,”

You smiled, removing your hand from his hair and trailing it to his throat, squeezing lightly as he gasped.

“You want more baby?” You said, smooth as velvet. You watched him desperately nod, leaning back in your seat. “Hump my dick baby, go as fast as you want because you were so good. Hump it like the stupid mutt you are.” you let his neck go, grabbing his ass as he thrusted onto you with the vigor of a dog in heat.

The immediate sensation was rough, but you soon found yourself as much of a mess as he was, both your moans filling the car. He stared blankly into your eyes, so focused on hitting all the right spots he couldn't bother to avert his gaze

“Ye-yeah like tha- mmpfgh-” he huffed, proping his hands up on the seat behind you.

“Yeah? Your a good boy, aren't you?” You gasped, moving your hips into his, clearly hitting a good spot judging by his loud ‘FUCK’.

“Im a good b-boy, im a g-gaahh-” he gasped, sweat tricking down his forehead.

You felt the heat pooling, knowing you couldn't last much longer. The un air conditioned car felt like the sun, not helped by the friction in your pants.

“Toby you better- ah- better not cum without my permission,” you panted, adding your hand to his crotch as he moaned.

“Y-yes sir,” he muttered, so focused on controlling himself he couldnt think straight.

You gripped his jaw with your free hand, feeling your climax approaching.

“Your so fucking cute, yknow that rogers? Your so fucking breakable, i should see how long you can last,” you mocked, breathless.

“Nononono s-sir i ca- nnngh- cant d-do it,” he begged, head light.

“No? Beg for it, im not convinced,” you sped your hand up on both of your crotches as you gasped in unison.

“Plea-ase please ill be s-so fucking good, i-im so fucki-ing useless, im a-all yours, j-just ple-ease,” he whined, drool slipping out of his cheek patch.

You nodded, the speed shaking the car as you both released with a high pitched whine from toby. As the shaking stopped, he collapsed into you. You felt the wet warmth of both your cum touch as he gasped into your shoulder.

“I fuckin-ng hate you,” he gasped.

“Tell yourself that all you want baby,”

[sister-lucifer]

A COLLAB WITH @cryptidcircuswrites ! PLEASE CHECK OUT HIS VERSION HERE! 

Genre: Gore smut 

Summary: A mission goes awry and Toby is shot straight through the skull. Tim decides to take the new hole for a spin, and Toby is more than happy to let him have it. 

Content/warnings: OHHH MY GOOOOD DONT FUCKING READ THIS IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH, Toby literally gets his brain fucked, bullet hole wound fucking, explicit gore, I cannot emphasize this enough STRAIGHT UP PENIS IN BRAIN SEX, brain creampie, guns/shooting/etc, age gap but everyone is a consenting adult, fake out death, Toby vomits a little at the end, cum leaking out of face holes it should never be in, mirror sex, rough dom top Tim, Tim bullies Toby for his trauma regarding his physically abusive father, use of homophobic language/slurs, degradation, just general nastiness, very mean spirited. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. THIS IS AS DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT AS IT GETS.

A/N: if you skipped the warnings on this one or didn’t read them all the way, go back and fucking look at all of them, otherwise don’t read. 

Breaking and entering. 

It’s a routine for Tim and Toby at this point. 

Tim can brute force open any door, Toby can pick any lock, and both of them have long since shaken off any qualms about taking a life. They’re skilled at it now, neither of them ever leaving the cabin without their weapon of choice. In a line of work like this one, after all, you can never be too prepared. 

This was supposed to be easy. 

Three people in the house, a couple and their third wheel squatting in an abandoned vacation home. Bare bones interior, probably no weapons. 

Probably.

A lot of good ‘probably’ had done them. 

Toby had gone in while Tim stood watch in the doorway, just in case one of their targets tried to run out. His revolver fit into his palm like a glove, his grip confident and ready. He’s done this a million times before. 

Tim can only hear the altercation going on in the back rooms of the house, but he has a good idea of what’s happening. 

The sound of a hatchet coming down onto a throat. 

One down. 

A woman screams. Something knocks over, a shelf or a table. A splatter. Silence.

Two down.

A man cries out. Something hits the wall. Rogers swears. There’s a struggle. A gunshot rings out. 

…A gunshot. 

A gunshot?! 

Footsteps.

Fast, frantic footsteps coming down the hallway. 

Tim readies himself, aiming towards the dark hall with a hand that is far too steady. He’s holding his breath. The steps are getting closer. 

In a split second’s time the last target emerges from the shadows, Tim’s gaze zeroes in on the whites of his eyes and the trigger of his revolver is pulled by a swift finger one, two, then three times. 

The shots ring in his ears as the body falls limply to the floor, devoid of life in an instant. 

Three down. 

But still one bullet unaccounted for. 

“Rogers?” Tim calls into the hallway, stepping over the body without looking down. 

No answer.

“Rogers!” He says again, with more authority this time. 

Nothing. 

That little fucker runs his mouth like an engine at all hours of the day, but now he’s quiet? 

A stabbing pain of fear twists in Tim’s gut. 

Their ‘boss’ won’t let them die, he knows that. The pseudo immortality they’ve been given keeps their bodies functioning and regenerating even after some of the worst injuries one could imagine; he knows that, he’s felt it, and yet… 

This silence is sickening. 

He can’t stop himself from rushing into the makeshift bedroom, heavy boots on the creaky wood floor announcing his presence before he calls for his partner again. 

“Answer me, dammit, Rogers!” 

He looks around the room, scanning the blood splattered walls. Two bodies are slumped against them, opposite to each other, one with its neck severed and the head hanging on by a thread of viscera, and the other with half of its innards thrown to the floor. Neither are Toby, he knows that in an instant. 

Then his gaze trails to the center of the floor. 

The cold washes over him so suddenly he feels faint. He can feel the color draining from his face as he lays eyes on his partner, face down on the ground, a thick splatter of blood painting a moonlit halo around his head. 

Or what’s left of it, anyways.

A hastily fired bullet has carved a path through the boy’s skull and out the other side. 

Clean through. 

Tim’s body seizes with shock, disgust, grief, and everything in between, tensing so suddenly and so harshly he nearly passes out. A hand clamps over his mouth as it opens in a silent scream, a gasp that can’t escape because he can’t breathe. He rushes to the body before he can stop himself. 

“Rogers?! Rogers, get up!” He demands, but the way his voice cracks and trembles shows his true fear. He shakes his partner’s still body harshly, desperate to jar him into consciousness.

There’s no movement. 

Not a sound. 

Tim’s eyes start to wet behind his mask. He shakes harder, even bringing a fist down on his shoulder blade. 

Nothing. 

“This isn’t fucking funny, Toby!” Tim screams, landing a few more punches on his back, “I’ve seen you take worse than this, get up!” 

Not even a twitch. 

The realization settles in like splinters under Tim’s skin. 

He backs away from the body, the room spinning around him. He grasps at his face under his mask, his lungs starting to expand and restrict so fast it’s painful. There’s a searing panic burning the back of his skull and threatening to engulf his entire body. He stumbles back and falls onto one of the now bloodied mattresses their targets had been sleeping on. 

This isn’t happening. 

This isn’t happening. 

He’s not really gone.

He’s not really gone he’s not really gone he’s not really gone he’s not really gone he’s not really gone— 

A sudden noise makes Tim jump out of his skin, his eyes shooting up to find the source of the sound. 

Was that a…cough? 

He looks down at Toby’s body. 

It hasn’t moved. 

Maybe it was just air escaping, or some other weird thing bodies do after death. If he didn’t get up already, then he must be…

Tim nearly screams when Toby suddenly splutters and hacks, his body jerking as he fights for air. Tim is frozen in place as he watches the partner he thought was dead slowly struggle to get up, managing to get on his hands and knees. He coughs again, spitting onto the ground and groaning at the unpleasant but not unfamiliar sight of blood. 

“Yeugh…god, it’s in m-my nose,” Toby mumbles with a sniffle, wiping his face with his sleeve. He doesn’t notice Tim as he sits up on his knees, inspecting himself in a way that is far too casual.

…He has no idea what just happened. 

Tim can feel his eye twitching as he stands up slowly, his frenzied gaze trained on the younger man as he approaches. Toby looks up at the sound of the footsteps, and Tim has to stop himself from reacting to the sight. His body trembles as he forces himself to stay still. 

Toby’s right eye is completely gone. There’s not even a shred of the eyeball left, only a pulsing, bloody cavity he instantly recognizes as the entry hole of a bullet. 

Toby blinks up at Tim with his remaining eye. 

“S-Shit, I must’ve passed out when—bitch!—when h-he hit me, heh. What, you-you thought I was—grrrk!—d-dead for real?” Toby asks with a head tilt and an amused giggle. Tim’s eyes narrow. 

Slowly Tim turns his head, following the imaginary trail the bullet would have made based on where Toby fell. 

Right there, lodged into the decrepit wall right next to the doorway. 

The first bullet. 

Clean through, and out the back. 

Toby follows his gaze, squinting in the dark to see whatever it is his senior partner is seeing. 

“…O-Oh shit,” He mutters, “Talk about a-a close—don’t listen!—a close call—c-call—call me!—hehe…”

Tim stares back at him with a look in his eyes that says ‘You have no fucking idea.’

“…W-Why are you looking at me— a-at me like that?”

Tim looks around. For some reason, he’s not sure how to answer that. 

That is, until he lays eyes on a conspicuously mirror shaped object draped in a sheet and pushed into the corner.

Yeah, it’s easier to just show him.

Tim shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he walks over to the mirror, trying not to rush. He’s annoyed with Toby for scaring him like that and nearly bringing him to tears, even if it’s not really his fault. Maybe startling him a bit will take the edge off that embarrassment. 

Toby’s eye follows him closely as he walks, then watches as his hand slowly raises to grasp the sheet obscuring the mirror. His brow raises, curiosity piqued. 

The sheet is pulled away in an instant. The cloud of dust that results makes Toby cough, trying to wave it away from his face. He squints through the grimy mist, struggling to make out his own reflection in the mirror.

“L-Look, Tim, I don’t know what it-it is that you n-need me to—suck it! fuck you!—see, but I-I don’t— Oh my fucking God?!”

There it is. 

Toby crawls closer to the mirror, his remaining eye wider than Tim had ever seen it and the hole where the matching one would’ve been stretching gruesomely. 

Tim winces. Toby can’t feel it, even if he could feel pain normally all that nerve damage would make it numb, but Tim can’t stop imagining what it would feel like. 

“…Jesus Christ…” Is all Toby can manage as he looks at what remains of his face. He feels around the wound, getting far too close to touching the exposed insides for Tim’s comfort. Toby stares at himself for a long few moments. Tim can’t tell what he’s thinking. 

Then Toby turns to his partner, and to Tim’s surprise, he’s sporting the widest, most lopsided grin he’s ever seen, his crooked teeth stained with blood on one side where it runs down his cheek from the wound. Tim holds back a shudder. 

“The fuck you cheesin’ for?” Tim growls, walking around behind Toby to see him in the mirror, “You nearly got half your damn face blown off!” 

“Relax, o-old man!” Toby replies without missing a beat, “In a-a few days there won’t e-even be a— b-be a mark…”

Tim rolls his eyes behind his mask. That’s true, yes. An injury this extensive will take a bit to regenerate, but it’ll grow back like nothing happened. Still, Toby doesn’t even seem mildly disturbed. He practically saw himself die, and here he is giggling to himself and moving his face in odd ways just to see the horrid wound contort in the mirror. The quiet squelching noises it makes nearly bring Tim to vomit. 

“…You’re not even a little put off by the fact that…you know. You’re missing half your fuckin’ face?!” 

Toby lets out a sharp laugh at Tim’s outburst, amused by his clear discomfort. 

“Don’t be s-such a—bitch! bastard!— baby, I-I think it’s—asshole!—I think it’s k-kinda cool. Besides…”

He turns to look up at Tim, yellow teeth glowing in the moonlight that leaks in through the busted windows. 

“…I-I got a brand new hole f-for you to try out.” 

Tim gasps in disgust. Before he can think a hand comes up to smack Toby upside the head, though he immediately regrets it when a splatter of blood is thrown to the floor as Toby rocks forward. 

“Don’t say shit like that, you dirty fuckin’ pervert!” 

Toby nearly breaks out into hysterics at that, grabbing his sides as he laughs like a maniac. His tics increase tenfold at the sudden rush of energy, his fingers flexing unnaturally and tearing at his sweatshirt.

“H-How can I not?! You m-make it so f-fucking—fuck! funny!— fun, haha!” Toby replies, his voice cracking as his head jerks involuntarily in all directions.

Tim crosses his arms, huffing in annoyance but not sure what to say. He can feel his cheeks getting warm under his mask. He hates when Toby laughs at him. It pisses him off like nothing else. 

He stares daggers into Toby’s restless reflection as he leans into the mirror to inspect his wound again, mumbling to himself endlessly and doing his best to stay still. 

Toby’s rambling starts to fade out as Tim glares at his mirror image. He can feel something dark bubbling up inside of him, its vines sprawling out and over his body as he marinates in his thoughts. 

He thought he was gone. 

For a second there, he really thought he’d lost Toby for good.

And now here he is, without a care in the world, looking at his own fucking gunshot wound like it’s a new tattoo. 

Someone oughta teach this kid a lesson. 

Tim’s not sure what comes over him, but something, a nagging little thought has settled into his brain and taken root there. It thumps in the back of his skull like a heartbeat under the floorboards. He pulls one of his hands from its glove, looking down at his bare palm. 

“…You think this is all some joke, don’t you?” Tim mutters, forcing the words through gritted teeth. Toby doesn’t even turn to look at him. 

“W-Why are so damn u-uptight, old man? It’s not—grrrk!—it’s not like I d-died. Psuedo-immortality, r-remember?”

“But you could’ve. You know at the end of the day you can’t really trust anything that monster gives you. It would kill you in an instant if it felt threatened or betrayed.” 

“T-The fuck is your— i-is your problem?!”

Suddenly Toby isn’t all smiles anymore. His head jerks to the side violently, pulling a sickening pop from his neck. Tim is used to these mood swings, but that doesn’t stop the heavy tension that settles over the room. 

“Y-You’re always on my back about something, a-aren’t you old man?!” Toby hisses. Tim’s ungloved hand squeezes and flexes at his side. 

“You a-always got something to say about m-me, or what I—fucker! shit!—what I-I think, you can never j-just let me—“ 

Toby is cut off as a high pitched cry is violently forced from his throat, making his body spasm as it dissolves into an animalistic moan like neither of them have ever heard. It feels like every nerve in his body is seizing, splitting apart and contorting under his skin. He almost screams at the feeling, but he can’t manage it. He’s choking on nothing.

There’s a sickening squelch as something is ripped from the back of his skull, and he falls forward onto his hands, dizzy and struggling to breathe. 

“W-What…what the f-fuck…was…”

He can’t even finish the sentence between his inability to process the unnatural sensation that just overtook him and the indescribable feeling still rippling through his body. 

Slowly he cranes his neck to look back up into the mirror. Instantly his eye is locked onto Tim’s, but he isn’t looking back. He’s staring at something else. 

He follows Tim’s gaze down slowly, swallowing thickly with a sudden nervousness. His eye widens as it falls on the thing that has captivated Tim‘s gaze: 

His ungloved hand, the middle and ring fingers now dripping with blood and viscera not his own. 

No. Fucking. Way.

“Did…d-did you just…”

Tim doesn’t answer.

He doesn’t have to. 

For the first time in a long time, Toby is still. His twitching and jerking ceases, his face halts its uncomfortable wrenching; He’s still, and soundless. 

There’s a beat of silence where they both just stare at Tim’s bloodied hand, neither of them moving an inch. It’s like time has stopped in this instant. Toby can feel his heartbeat throbbing in his brain. Something in his chest is twisting and turning with a burning emotion he can’t quite place yet. 

He doesn’t even have time to process the sudden movement before Tim has plunged his fingers into the wound once again. 

This time Toby is forced to watch his reflection in the mirror as Tim violates the gorey cavity, thick digits rooting around inside his head and shooting a new sensation through him with every touch. His entire body stiffens, his mouth falling open involuntarily as he loses control of it. He can feel his senses being reduced to mush as he groans, the endless sound falling from his lips in unintelligible waves. It’s mindless, desperate babbling, but he can’t do anything else. 

Toby watches the depraved scene in the mirror until his eye starts to roll back in his head, further than it should be able to. Tim watches the hazel iris recede until only white is left. Only then does he finally give some reprieve, yanking his hand back and shaking off the chunks that come with it.

Toby’s head bows towards the ground as he catches his breath, his entire body rocking as he heaves desperately for air. He’s too preoccupied to notice the way Tim is leering down at him, his breathing now hot and labored. 

“…How did that feel?” 

Toby sneers at the question, not looking up. 

“H-How did it feel?! You’re d-digging around—shhhh!— in m-my fucking brain, d-dipshit, how do you— d-do you think it f-feels?!”

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking. I know it doesn’t hurt, so how does it feel?” 

For some reason, Toby doesn’t have an answer to that. He wants to snap back with something witty and biting, to tell him it feels like Hell and back and if he doesn’t stop he’ll scatter his brains next, but…

That wouldn’t be the total truth. 

“…It…I-It feels…” He stammers, unable to find the words. He sits back up on his knees, locking eyes with his partner in the mirror. Tim is silent. He’s anticipating the rest of that sentence. Toby thinks for a moment, a series of tongue clicks in an odd rhythm sounding as he pauses. 

“…It…I-It wasn’t bad, if that’s w-what you’re looking for.” 

Tim’s breath hitches. 

Only Toby could hear a sound so small, yet so telling. 

He has to push this further.

“A-Actually it was kind of…k-kind of good, y-you know? I-I don’t know—rrrngh!—how to explain it, but i-it just…it’s like n-nothing I’ve ever f-felt or imagined, I-I—“

Toby cuts himself off with a gasp as Tim grasps his hair tightly. His other hand moves to his belt. The sound of the metal buckle makes Toby shiver. 

Tim leans down a bit, speaking lowly to his partner. 

“Keep talking.” 

Toby’s stomach flips. 

Tim’s not giving him a choice.

“I-It’s like…fuck, it’s l-like every muscle in my— in my b-body is spasming like c-crazy,” Toby continues, watching with crazed eyes as Tim slides the belt from its loops. He grits his teeth as it clatters to the ground. 

He doesn’t want this to stop. 

He has to keep going. 

“I-It’s like f-fire under my skin, b-but I can’t feel t-the burn…” 

Tim’s hand moves to the fly of his jeans. 

“…I-I lose all control of m-my body, I can’t—fuck off!—I-I can’t even think, i-it just all turns i-into gibberish…”

Tim tugs down his zipper, and Toby can see his twitching bulge straining against his boxers. 

“…It’s l-like I can feel myself l-losing my mind, and I c-can’t do anything— d-do anything about it, I c-can’t even p-put—put it back! put it back!—put together a sentence…”

Tim hooks a thumb under the waistband of his boxers. He starts to push them down. 

“…F-Fuck, Tim, I-I wanna feel it again.” 

Toby clamps a hand over his mouth to stifle the moan that threatens to break free as he watches Tim’s erection spring free from the confines of his clothes. He’s thick and uncut, throbbing with rabid need. Toby shudders as his partner lets out a relieved groan, breathing hard under his mask. 

“S-Shit, Tim…y-your—your cock! your cock!—n-no! I mean you’re—your cock! your cock! fat cock!—dammit! I-I didn’t mean to s-say that—!”

“I’m taking you up on your offer, Rogers…” Tim growls, cutting off Toby’s attempt to explain himself. He grabs Toby’s head with both hands, fingers digging into the front of his wound on one side and the gash in his cheek on the other. This time Toby doesn’t bother to stop the moan that crawls up his throat as he feels Tim’s cock rut against the back of his head.

“…I wanna give this new hole of yours a proper fucking. What do you say?”

Toby can’t see Tim’s mouth, but he can tell he’s smiling from the way his eyes crinkle at the corners behind his mask. Toby groans at the thought. He can’t stop the crooked grin that spreads across his pale face like butter on a hot pan.

“P…P-Please, Tim,” He whispers, and he knows he’s hit a nerve when he feels Tim‘s grip tighten for a moment.

“…Please what, Rogers?” 

He figured he wouldn’t get it that easy. 

“Please, Tim,” Toby continues, sucking in  a breath and swallowing his pride, “I-I want you t-to fuck me, please—“ 

Tim ruts against the back of his head again, barely brushing his wound. He wants more.

“P-Please, fuck, I-I’m—need! give it!—I’m begging you! I need it, I-I need you to fuck m-my brains out, please!” 

Tim shifts his hips. He’s lining up at the opening. 

It’s working. 

“Please, please, p-please, Tim, I-I want you to f-fuck my brain! I n-need to—fffuck! fuck! fuck!—I need t-to feel it! Please, dammit, j-just fucking—!”

Toby doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. 

Tim shoves himself inside the bloody cavity without warning, forcing Toby’s brain out of the way as his cock enters. The scream that rocks Toby’s body is as lustful as it is carnal and gruesome. He reaches up on instinct and grabs Tim’s wrists, not trying to pull his hands away but holding on for dear life before he loses the ability to move at all. 

“You broke so easy,” Tim sneers as he bottoms out, talking over Toby’s uncontrollable moaning, “What would the others think if they saw you begging for dick like a whore on the street? Huh?!”

He punctuates his sentence with a sudden rut of his hips, making Toby yelp and his body jerk. His nails dig into Tim’s arms, and the pain is delicious. 

Tim studies the scene before him in the mirror. 

It’s disgusting. It’s horrid. He can see the tip of his leaking cock resting inside his partner’s skull. 

He doesn’t want this to end. 

He’s going to relish this opportunity, every sickening moment of it. 

“What would they think…”

Tim starts to pull back, breath trembling at the slick noises from the movement.

“…If they knew I had you whining for me like a dirty fuckin’ sissy?!”

He pushes back in with even more force than before. Blood is forced out the front of the wound, dripping down Toby’s face and onto the floor, leaving a red trail on his skin. His meaningless babbling is music to Tim’s ears.

Again Tim pulls back, faster this time, and pushes in again. He watches Toby’s face in the mirror as he finds his rhythm, completely enamored as it contorts with overwhelming sensations that no human should ever experience. His mouth is hanging completely open, his tongue limp and lying against his chin as he pants and wails desperately like a dog in heat. He’s starting to drool from the lack of muscle control.

There’s something about watching Toby quite literally lose his mind at his hand that makes Tim feel like God. 

“You know, I like you a lot better when you can’t run your mouth,” Tim says with a chuckle. He digs his fingers into the front of the wound, groping around in the cavity and feeling the pulsing meat shift under the pads of his fingertips.

“You’re lucky I’m not gonna tell anyone about this, not gonna tell the others you’re a nasty fuckin’ faggot who’s so desperate for dick you’d take it in your brain…at least someone’s finally making use of the lump of meat in your head, eh?!”

He pulls Toby’s skull back on his cock hard and fast, fucking into the hole with more fervor than he thought possible. His arms are bleeding now from where Toby’s nails are digging in, his knuckles locked up as his motor function is ripped to shreds. 

Tim’s eyes trail down the reflection as he thrusts, down to Toby’s body and stopping at the tent in his pants. There’s a painfully obvious stain on his groin now where his erection is straining against the denim of his jeans with wretched need. His precum is leaking through the material in viscous waves, a constant stream of shameful arousal. It looks like it hurts, like his zipper is about to burst, but Tim has no interest in granting him even that small mercy of freeing his hard-on. 

“Damn,” He mumbles to himself, watching the liquid pool where the tip of his partner’s cock pushes against his pants, “You really are enjoying this, aren’t you? You’re not just tolerating it to see how far I’ll go, you’re getting off on this shit! You’re a dirty fuckin’ boy slut!” 

He’s getting mean, meaner than he really needs to be, but he doesn’t care. Toby might not even be able to hear him, and even if he can, Tim’s not going to waste this chance while his partner can’t snap back. 

He ruts his hips more intentionally, trying to hit every spot he can. He’s catching on to patterns, that certain touches here or there make Toby twitch or jerk or yelp involuntarily. His eye has rolled back in his head almost completely. It looks agonizing, and it only makes Tim thrust faster. 

“Then again, in that messed up little mind of yours I bet this is nothing. You’re so used to gettin’ beat on this practically soft to you, ain’t it?! Or did your old man slam your head into the concrete too many times for you to know the damn difference?!” 

Tim’s practically screaming at him now, drool running down his chin and neck as he loses himself to the pleasure. It’s unbearably hot under his mask, but he can’t bring himself to release his death grip on Toby’s head to take it off. 

“I should’ve put you in your place a long time ago, lord knows you’ve needed it for who knows how long!” 

Tim angles his hips upward a bit, brushing against a certain spot that makes Toby tense and cry out suddenly. The thing Tim notices most, though, is the way Toby’s cock twitches in his pants. It spurts just a bit, not climaxing yet but getting dangerously close. The stain on the front of his pants is only growing with each passing second that Tim violates his brain.

“Oh, you really are disgusting,” Tim huffs, “You’re really about to cum in your pants, and I haven’t even touched your cock? That’s pathetic, Rogers.”

Tim angles his hips up again just to watch the precum gush from his partner’s tip, his stomach flipping in his gut at the thought that Toby is so, so damn close, but he can’t beg for more or touch himself or even move at all. 

“Nngh…Like hell I’m gonna let a little bitch boy like you cum first, though.” 

He takes a moment to adjust his grip. He’s preparing for the last stretch. 

The speed of his thrusting increases tenfold, completely losing all sense of rhythm. He can feel the pleasure taking him over, melting his resolve and screaming at him to go, go, go, just keeping going, go until you can’t anymore, and that’s exactly what he intends to do. 

“You better take all of my cum, Rogers,” Tim growls through gritted teeth, “Though I ain’t exactly giving you a choice, am I? You’ll take it whether you like it or not…” 

He hasn’t looked away from Toby’s face in the mirror. The sight of it twitching and frozen in a state of screaming ecstasy is like a horrific work of art. Tim’s never going to forget it. He won’t forget any of this. Every second is burned into his brain, and he’s more than happy to keep it that way.

The gory cavity is carved into the shape of Tim’s cock by now, each thrust only feeding the growing puddle of blood and viscera on the ground below Toby. That stain will stay there forever, Tim thinks. A permanent reminder of the debauchery the two of them are so gleefully partaking in. The idea of someone else finding this old house scattered with bodies, walking around and not even knowing the half of what these walls have been subjected to…

God, that’s good. 

The knot in Tim’s stomach starts to tighten. 

He can’t hold on for much longer. Neither can Toby. 

Tim angles his hips in that special way again, hitting that sensitive spot over and over and over again with each frenzied thrust. Toby’s practically soaking himself now, so close to the edge but not quite close enough to fall off, though he runs the risk with each passing second. It’s barely a matter of time. 

Faster, faster, faster, that’s the only thing Tim can think. 

More, more, more, that’s all he can think about.

Faster, faster, faster, more, more, more, more, more more more moremoremore—

“Shit!” 

Suddenly Tim throws his head back with a wild noise, his cock releasing without warning into the bloody cavity he’s been so graciously desecrating. At the same time he brushes that spot again, and it’s finally enough to give Toby his release, too, only a second later. His cum soaks the front of his now completely ruined jeans, the shameful stain running down his groin and thighs. The scream he lets out as his climax rocks his body will haunt Tim’s dreams. 

Tim’s thrusting doesn’t slow to a stop until it feels like his balls are empty. Only then does he finally go still, allowing himself to breathe. He looks up at the ceiling as he pants, letting his eyes flutter closed for a moment as his orgasm gradually washes away.

Finally Tim allows his fingers to unfurl, releasing Toby as he pulls his cock from his ruined skull. It comes back soaked in blood and sticky with viscera, taking a few chunks with it. He tries to step back, but Toby’s still gripping his wrists.

He manages to shake him off, only for Toby’s body to go completely limp and fall forward, face first onto the dusty wood floor and into the puddle of mixed bodily fluids. He twitches a bit, but doesn’t move or show any signs of life beyond that. Anyone else would think he’s dead. 

“I’m not falling for that again,” Tim mumbles with an eye roll, using his discarded glove to wipe off his now flaccid cock before tucking it back into his boxers and zipping up his pants. 

He crouches over Toby, grabbing his hair and forcing him up from the floor back onto his knees. All Toby can manage is a pathetic groan. Tim studies his partner’s fucked-out face in the mirror for a moment, watching as the blood and seed lazily roll down his cheek and chin. He can’t help but chuckle to himself.

“…Anything to say for yourself?” Tim asks teasingly, shaking him a bit.

The only response he gets is the sound of gagging as Toby retches. Tim barely moves back in time to watch him cough up a horrible concoction of blood, cum, and God knows what else without being in the splash zone. 

“Goddammit, watch it!” Tim scolds cruelly, “If you hurl on my new boots I’m leaving you like this.” 

He at least has the decency to let Toby finish before scooping up his limp, helpless body. He carries him under his arm like a log, not taking any care to be gentle.

“I’ll get you back home to Eyeless,” Tim mutters, “He doesn’t ask too many questions, and he’ll patch you up good ‘til you’re all healed…” 

Tim tries not to think too hard as he carries his partner out of the house, away from the crime scene and into the endless wooded darkness. 

All is quiet for a moment, save for the sound of Tim’s heavy steps on the dry leaves. That is, until what Tim thinks is a muffled giggle sounds from his partner. He stops and looks back, but there’s no more noise. 

Dammit, he thinks. 

Neither of us are going to be forgetting this. 

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The beds we make

Pairings - Tobias E. Rogers x Reader

Word Count - 5.2K

Warnings - stalker! Toby, non-con/dub-con, murder, mentions of death, violence, choking, implied-somnophilia, knife play, humiliation, bondage(?).

Darkness enshrouded every corner of your mind, like an endless void sucking you into its depths: as it did every night for the last six months. A constant and overwhelming sense that someone is watching your every move at all time, the itch in the back of your mind consuming you in your most vulnerable state.

Suddenly, a loud pounding rapped on the wood of your bedroom door, waking you from your restless sleep. Your heart stopped in your chest for a moment, another wave of anxiety rushing through your body, goosebumps rising on your skin.

Then, a familiar voice called out to you from the other side of it. “Are you still sleeping?” Tara said, knocking on the door again.

“I'm awake” you responded, your voice scratchy and uneven as you slowly disentangled yourself out of the blankets. Begrudgingly, you trudged to the door, unlocked, and flung it open to reveal Tara Allen, your roommate and close friend since your freshman year in college.

Tara is undeniably beautiful, her long dark hair and dark eyes matching the tan complexion of her skin perfectly. She's always been quite taller than you, her slender figure standing at the door looking at you as if you were from another dimension.

“You look like shit,” she laughs, examining the dark circles under your eyes, the restless look on your face.

“Haha” you laugh sarcastically, walking to your bed and plowing down onto the sheets, “Very funny” you said, shoving your face into the plush comforter that rested on top.

“We have to get going,” Tara said, tugging on your oversized sleep shirt. “Traffic is gonna be awful,” she groaned.

Looking up through your heavy eyes, you saw that the sun was just barely peeking over the eastern horizon, darkness still settled over the skies. “It's like 5:00 am,” you said.

“Exactly. It's like 13 hours away” She said, almost enamored. turning around and leaving the room.

Tara's parents had given her the keys to a small getaway cabin they owned so you two could have a ‘girls trip’ after midterms. With school and the constant feeling of being watched, getting away was what you needed. The cabin was located in the densely wooded mountains far from the city and covered in a thick layer of snow.

Flipping onto your back, you stared up at the ceiling, the room still covered in a sheen of blackness. Your anxiety was beginning to spike up again, washing over you like ice water. You sat up, looking out your window at the streets below, ‘No one can see you’ the words rang through your head like a church bell, the small peace rushing the ever-growing anxiety out of your mind for now. A groan left your lips when you stood up and made your way over to your dresser.

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“Wake up,” Tara said, one hand still on the steering wheel, the other reaching over and nudging your shoulder. “We're here”

A long yawn slipped from your lips, your brain slowly coming to consciousness. Looking out of the window, you noticed that the car had come to a complete stop in a parking lot.

The area surrounding it was densely forested. Pines, spruces, and hemlock trees covered the landscape, making it seem like you were hundreds of miles away from another living person. The different kinds arose above the ground, standing tall in thick columns.

A blanket of fluffy snow covered the ground and trees alike, more flurrying down from the clouds in a silent rain.

A little off to the side, you could see a pathway ascending through the trees and up the mountain, one that people used to hunt and trail along. The compact dirty frozen under the thick layer of frosty powder.

“It's a short hike from here” Tara said, slipping the key from the ignition and shoving it into the pocket of her coat.

Nodding in response, you zipped up your heavy jacket and tightened the laces on your shoes. The air was cold and frigid, like thousands of tiny needles puncturing your lungs as you stepped out of the vehicle.

“We're gonna have to drive to the nearest town for supplies” Tara explained, opening the backdoor and sliding her backpack out and onto her shoulders. “But we should be okay for tonight”

The weight of your bag was settled on one shoulder, the other hand carrying a small ice chest. The only sounds through the trek to the cabin was the ‘crunch, crunch, crunch’ of the snow beneath your feet, the rustling of branches in the harsh winds, along with the chatter of wildlife a whisper through the dense bushels of evergreen shrubs, winterberry, and hostas that littered the path, the gnarled underbrush covered in a pristine layer of sparkling white crystals snagging against the fabric of your sweatpants.

“Just up over this bend” she said, treading carefully over a patch of ice. The trail was becoming narrow, harder to see the longer you walked on. Approaching the bend, you saw a rustic cabin sitting on top of the hill, a small rickety porch sitting in the front, a large bay window next to the door. Dying vines had begun to reclaim parts of the exterior, crawling up the bricks of the fireplace only to die.

Snow began falling harder, blizzarding around you in millions of little clusters. The cold started nipping at your fingertips, turning them a bright red. “Let's get inside” you said, a shiver running down your spine.

The house looked uninhabited, an untouched layer of snow covering the porch. The screen screen door looked worn down, the mesh fabric peeling away from it and withering up. The wooden front door opened with a loud squeak of the hinges.

Inside of the cabin was almost completely barren, next to the door was a small dust ridden table. Walking down a short corridor to the living room, the only light coming from the windows lining the walls. At the end of the hall was a pair of double doors, leading out onto the snow doused back deck and into the yard, a winter wonderland.

The interior of the room only held a love-seat with a white sheet draped over the top of it and another end-table. Feeling along the wall for the lightswitch, nothing happened when you flicked it on.

Setting the ice chest down, you called out, “Powers out,” while walking further into the room.

“I probably have to reset the box,” Tara said, now walking into the living room. She walked to the fireplace next to which a silver box that hung on the wall, opening the box, she began flipping the circuit breakers. After a couple of silent moments, a low humming coursed through the small space as the light flickered on.

“The heat should kick in soon,” she explained, walking to a connected doorway. “Kitchen is in here” flicking on another light, revealing a small room. An electric countertop stove and a small mini fridge that sat underneath the counter on the wall opposite the threshold to the left was a countertop and a sink to the right, a small dining table.

“There's only one bed, but we can share it,” she said, walking back out into the hallway and to a closed room. Pushing the door open showed it was a bedroom.

A full-bed sat against the back wall, another white cloth decorated the mattress, a nightstand on each side, along with two massive windows and a dresser against the same wall. Two doors sat on the opposite sides of the room. “Closet and bathroom” was all she muttered before ripping the sheet off of the bed, throwing her bag down along with herself onto the mattress. The bed was adorned with pillows and a thick comforter.

Setting your bag down on the floor, you strolled back out of the room and to the backdoor. Stepping outside into the winter-woodlands, the sun was beginning to set, casting an orange and pink glow over the snow.

The wind was picking up, trees being jostled by the strong gusts hitting them. The chatter of animals was now gone, replaced by an eerie silence. Then, somewhere off in the distance, you heard the unmistakable ‘CRACK’ of a branch breaking underneath the weight of something, someone.

Your heart stopped, dropping somewhere in your stomach. ‘There's no one around for at least two miles’ the voice in your head refuted. Then, somewhere out of the corner of your eye, you saw a reflective orange glint, like eyes staring at you. Your body caught up with your mind, and you sprinted back into the house, slamming the door shut behind you.

Tara walked out of the bedroom, and a wary look covered her face. “What's wrong?” she questioned, walking closer to you.

“E-Eyes,” you panted, your breathing erratic and your heart beating violently in your chest. Taking a deep breath, you looked at Tara and said, “I saw a pair of eyes.” Tears began to bubble at your lash-line.

“It's probably an animal. We are in the middle of the forest” she said in a passive-aggressive tone, her eyes involuntarily rolling.

‘She's right’ the rational part of your brain thought. Taking long, deep breaths in and out, you could only nod and walk back into the bedroom, sitting down on the plush mattress.

A strong current of warm air began flowing through the rooms, heating up the chilly cabin. “Heats finally on,” Tara said, the edge in her tone letting on to her frustration.

Again, you could only nod, anxiety flowing through your veins, increasing your heart rate further. You know what you saw, but again the forest is full of different kinds of wildlife. “We should unpack” you stuttered out.

This time, Tara nodded and walked out into the hall. You stood up, picking your bag up from the ground and setting it on the bed.

The majority of the bag was just clothes and other miscellaneous items like an MP3 player and earbuds, a thermostat bottle, and a zip knife. The handle is a polished wood with gold colored stainless-steel trimming, the end of the knife curved upwards and into a hook. The sharp blade sheath in a washcloth, sealed with a rubber band. You bought it when eyes began watching your every movement.

You slipped the knife into the hoodie you sported and began putting away your belongings. Looking up, you saw the sun had receded; another bout of darkness consuming the world around you, threatening to eat you whole as well. The snow was falling harder than before, your visibility almost completely impaired. Looking out into the abis, your heart picked up, your pulse starting to quicken as your eyes adjusted to the dark, and what looked like the silhouette of a person became clearer and clearer. Coming closer and closer.

A gasp wretched itself from your throat, your feet scrambling to get away but tripping over each other instead causing you to crash to the floor.

Hastily getting up, you dash out of the room and across the hall to the living space, a hot inferno blazing in the fireplace, Tara cooking something in the kitchen, blissfully ignorant.

Turning around when you clamored into the room, she saw you hunched over, hands steadying themselves on your knees.

“Tara, there is someone out there!” You cried, tears running down your face.

Again, irritation was present on her features. A look of annoyance. “No one is out there” she blew off, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I'm telling you, there is” you stammered, “I-I saw it” More tears bled down your face, your entire body trembling.

“There isn't! I have put up with this for six months” she said, her voice rising alongside her anger, “I'm asking you for a weekend of peace” an ugly sneer spread across her face.

Stomping out of the kitchen and passing by you to the bedroom, Tara shoved her shoes on. “Since you insist” she started walking down the hall, “I'll show you”

Following closely behind her, you hadn't realized how angry she'd been with you. Rounding the corner, she threw open the door and trudged out into the snow and halfway down the slope of the trail, the snow falling heavier. Then, at the top of her lungs, Tara bellowed, “There is no one out here!” anger bleeding through her shriek.

You only went out as far as the last step of the porch, your shoes still on from your last excursions outside. “Tara, come back in!” You called back, voice trembling in uneasiness.

You couldn't see her, the snow falling too heavily from above, the wind hollering through the night, branched clashing together in a ferocious battle, and again she yelled out, “ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NO-” the sentence being cut off with a sickening ‘thud’, slicing through the air like a freshly sharpened knife. Nothing but the sound but rushing wind and a distinct ‘POP’ could be heard.

Your heart skipped a beat, catching somewhere in your throat. “Tara?” You croaked out, your tongue like a cement brick in your mouth. Stepping slowly off of the porch, you moved towards the apex of the hill to get a better view.

The thick clouds parted enough for a sliver of moonlight to peek through and let you take in the scene before you: Tara's unconscious- no, lifeless body laid face down on the frigid ground, the blade of an axe protruding out of her skull, her beautiful brown hair now black at the roots with blood as it seeped out around the weapon, her perfect tawny beige skin stained with red, painting the snow beneath her with blood. A person stood above her, a man.

Most of his face was hidden beneath a hood, but his lanky build was visible; the grayish-brown hoodie he wore was stained with blood, his jeans as well.

He stepped on her body, his boot-clad foot pushing it further in the snow then gripping the handle of the axe and ripping it from her head; the snow now staining crimson, the crevasse oozing more blood. The man's head slowly rose and through the light peering down from above, you saw a familiar reflective orange glint, and you knew he was staring directly into your fear-stricken face.

Tears crowded in your eyes, your breathing becoming heavy and erratic as you locked into a silent staring contest with the man who just murdered your best friend. The hand holding his weapon jolted in a fast motion, but did not come flying towards you like you had anticipated: still that knocked you out of your initial shock and you began barreling towards the treeline and into the snow-covered woodlands.

The forest was dark, a dense canopy of trees preventing any light from shining down, the thick underbrush cut at your ankles, low-hanging branches catching on your hoodie as you careened through the thickets of trees. Then you heard the thundering sound of heavy footsteps in pursuit, and you forced your legs to go faster to take you further away from this madman.

Struggling to breathe properly, you still kept running since you knew the moment you slowed down, he would be on you like a wolf and its prey. Suddenly the sound of whirling air flying by your head was audible before an axe was embedded in the trunk of a tree, pieces of bark and wood spraying out around it.

‘Faster! Faster’ your mind argued with exhaustion, as your legs struggled to flee. You'd never had to run for your life, not until now. A heavy cloud of fog began to roll in as you ran deeper into the woods, your vision even more impaired than before.

Zig-zagging through trees you soon realized you no longer heard his heavy footsteps behind you, but still you kept going further. The fog was getting too thick to see though turning everything around you into a misty haze, then the exposed roots of a tree caught your foot causing you to collide with the snowy forest floor and before you could think your body began rolling down a steep embankment you hadn't known was there.

Clawing at the solid earth to stop your fall was futile as the semi-frozen snow made getting an anchor difficult. Tumbling down the hill your speed only kept increasing, the steady decline seemingly going on to no end until suddenly your body stuck the trunk of a tree, cracking the side of your head against it; consciousness began to flee from you, the world around you being reduced to darkness but not before you felt the leering presence of someone standing over you.

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The cold winds nip against your skin, a chill runs down your spine while you're rocked further into oblivion, cuddling into the warmth of the person carrying you.

‘Wait-’ you thought, eyes shooting open, and shoving at the chest of the man holding you before impinging with the snowy ground.

Scrambling to find your footing, a hand reached out and entangling itself in your hair while yanking back. A sob escaped your mouth, a wordless plea to let you go. Gripping at his wrists, you attempted to pull his hands away from you, but that only proved to anger him more: his digits curled further into your hair, pulling your head back as far as it would go.

“Y-You done?” His voice cut through the air like an axe, the sound sending shivers up your spine and more tears to your eyes.

Looking up at him, you saw an upside-down version of the man behind you; his hood was up still, messy chestnut hair spilled out from the top, his orange-yellowish goggles now hung around his neck, and dark soulless eyes stared back at you, a mouthguard hung from ear to ear, concealing the lower half of his face.

Reaching into the pocket of your hoodie, your fingers went and grabbed for the knife only to find it missing.

“Looking for this?” he jeered, pulling out your weapon, the cool metal of the blade shining in the moonlight.

“Let me go! ” You cried out, your fear now turning to rage at his words. ‘You done?’ as if he hadn't chased you through the woods, as if he isn't trying to kill you. “You're fucking pathetic” you sneered, more tears welling up in your eyes.

“I-I'm p-p-pathetic?” he chuckled, his voice dropping an octave, the grip he had on your hair tightened. “Says t-the o-one on her knees” then he laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.

“You're disgusting” you grimaced, trying to pull away once again only to receive an emphatic tug, dragging you backwards onto the ground forcing another cry from you.

His hand left your hair, footsteps circling until he stood in front of you; crouching down so you were eye-to-eye, he reached out and gripped your chin and tilted it farther back. “You th-think I'm disgusting? That ‘fr-friend’ of yours is the the reason you're in t-this.” he growled, “But, I'll f-fucking show you dis-disgusting” he jeered, a deranged look in his eyes.

Uneasiness swirled in the pit of your stomach at the news, the surprise shown on your face.

His hand renewed its grip in your hair, aggressively pulling you up from the forest floor. “How about a game, hm” he said, a giddiness in his voice. “You tr-try and get ba-back to the cabin, if I don't c-catch you, I'll leave.”

“And if you do?” you questioned, your fear bleeding through into your voice.

“Well, I gu-guess you'll just ha-have to find out,” he said, the giddiness in his tone now replaced with something much darker, something much more sinister.

Your heart was thundering in your chest, your breathing heavy and erratic. You didn't need to find out, you already knew what he'd do: he'd kill you.

“I don't wanna play your fucked up game” you cried, knees threatening to give out underneath you. “You're gonna kill me anyways” now you were sobbing, tears streaming down your face, the cold winds chilling you further.

“Hey..” he cooed, his voice softening as if to comfort you. “I'm not go-gonna kill you” he said, his grip on your hair loosening “Not yet at l-least” then another sick bout of deep laughter filled your ears.

This time you couldn't stop yourself from collapsing to the ground, and sobbing into your hands. “I'm not playing this game, you fucking psycho!” you screamed, your rage and fear mixing together into a cesspool of emotions.

A sigh left him, almost as if he was disappointed. “F-Fine” he said, before the end of a blunt object struck you in the head and a familiar void spread around you.

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Cold calloused hands ran up your thighs, giving them a rough squeeze, then to your hips and doing the same. Your mind began waking up, eyes slowly drifting open only to see him in between your now bare legs, hands traveling farther up to the waistband of your panties before receding and repeating the action. 

His mouthguard was now gone, his eyes staring into yours. That's when you saw his full face; his skin a pale gray, snake bites adorning his bottom lip, and on the side of his face a large gash, one so deep you could see his porcelain white teeth from where you laid.

Your hands shot out, only to be stopped by a thick rope binding them to a headboard. “Y-You're finally aw-awake,” His grip on your thighs tightened, “Thought I'd have to fuck your unconscious body” he chortled, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Chills ran up your spine leaving goosebumps in its wake, another bout of sickness swirling in your stomach. Your legs moved of their own accord, kicking and thrashing about, hitting him on several occurrences until his hands gripped the back of your knees and pushed your thighs up to your chest, and held them there.

“What are you doing!” panic was laced in your tone, legs trying helplessly to get free.

“C’mon, I t-thought you were sm-smarter than that,” he sneered, settling one of his forearms across the backs of your knees, his now free hand sliding down the back of your thigh before traveling to your ass, giving it a harsh squeeze through the fabric of your panties.

Your leg shot out, connecting with his stomach causing him to fall back: in return a sharp slap was delivered to your face, a fiery inferno spreading across your cheek. Then he gripped your hips, his blunt fingers digging into the soft skin and flipped you onto your stomach, the rope cutting into your wrists and the headboard creaking lazily from the force.

His breath fanned against the shell of your ear, hips digging into your behind, pressing the bulge forming in his jeans into you. “I'm go-gonna fuck you s-so good, maybe you'll forget th-that your friend is the one w-who sold you like some wh-whore” he said through gritted teeth.

Tugging on your restraints to get free was proving unsuccessful, his hand slid down to your front, fingertips gliding up your abdomen and to the hem of your bra, playfully snapping the band. Your heart sped up, and you tried crawling farther up the bed only to be pulled back down by your hips.

“W-Wait” you gasped, squirming in his hold. “I-I don't know your name” it came out as a whisper, barely audible. Truly you knew it was a dumb question, but you just need him to slow down so you could think of a way out of this situation, to no avail.

A sudden burst of laughter filled the empty space around you, his manic cackles filling your ears. His breath fanned across your neck, “Toby” he said, his fingers back at your bra: they grabbed at the waistband and pulled roughly, breaking the clasp that held it together, the coolness of something sharp started tracing over your bare back.

‘A knife’ you thought. ‘My knife’ Now you were a crying, blubbering mess; weeps and wails escaping you as the weapon dragged across your back, to the strap of your bra and slicing through it, then repeating the action to the other strap. Your bra fell onto the bed beneath you, freeing your breasts.

The hand holding the knife discarded it, slithering its way across your stomach and up to your chest, grabbing and groping at the fat of your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple. A groan slipped from him, his hips rocking into your rear at an erratic pace.

His hand moved away from your chest, as did the hand on your hip. “S-So pretty, almost a sh-shame I'm gonna have to kill y-you” his words came out like venom, caused more tears to bubble up, and stream down your face.

“Please- I” was all you could manage, cries and wails racking through your body, you shook with fear, heart stammering against your ribcage.

“Please what, hm?” Toby purred, hands now dancing across the band of your underwear, fingertips just barely slipping in before retreating.

“I don't wanna die” you sobbed, head hanging low between your shoulders. You couldn't control your emotions any longer, your head was spinning and you thought you might pass out.

He cooed at you, a hand coming up and stroking your hair. “It's okay,” he whispered, “If you do good, we'll see what we can do” he began kissing and nipping at your jaw before murmuring, “How's that sound?”

As much as you hated him, your will to live took over and you weakly nodded. He continued kissing and sucking on your shoulder, his other hand slipping under the elastic band of your panties. He slid a finger through your folds, another deep groan was heard behind you. “Fuck, you're wet” he whispered against your throat.

His digits circled around your clit, rolling the bundle of nerves underneath the pads of his fingers, then sliding his lanky fingers through your wet heat and before long sinking into your slick cunt. Whimpers and uncomfortable whines left you as his cold fingers curled inside of you, before slowly pulling out and sliding back in, the palm of his hand teasing at your clit.

More tears crowded your vision as he drove his fingers in and out of you, “W-wait” you cried, pulling at the rope binding your wrists. The disgust in your stomach worsened as your walls squeezed around his fingers, the unwanted pleasure lighting your nerves on fire.

His hands retreated, the sound of rustling clothes filled the room. “You're doing so good, almost good enough to live” he said coolly, almost as if he wasn't threatening your life.

His weight settled back behind you, his fingers gripping the elastic band of your underwear, yanking them down to where your knees were planted against the bed. One of his hands gripped your hips, the other pumping his thick , veiny cock, then lining it up with your entrance. Pressing into you, the head of his cock slipped in your cunt, a dull-throbbing spread through your low body.

“Stop!” you sobbed, tugging at your wrists even as the rope began cutting into your flesh. You squirmed in his grasp, your hips trying desperately to pull away from him.

His hips slammed forward, pushing his cock further into you. “No” he said through gritted teeth, forcing himself the last couple of inches into you. “Y-You made your b-bed, now l-lay in it .”

Toby pulled out of you until just his tip remained inside, before ramming back into you. “Fuck, you're tight” he groaned.

It was like you were being split open, his cock sinking further into you with every thrust. Pain shot through your legs and up your spine, and sob tore from your sore throat. “Stop!-” you yelled, thighs shaking from his harsh abuse.

His hands disappeared from you, hips stilling as he grabbed at your hair and yanked back. “W-What the fuck d-did I just say” he snarled, his other hand coming up to your neck, the knife in it once again. “Now shut up, or I'll slit your fucking throat”

The hand knotted in your hair left, again gripping your hip and slamming back into you harder than before, the sharp blade still pressing harshly against your throat.

The pain began dwindling, pleasure blooming in its wake and twisting in the deep empty pit of your stomach attempting to consume you whole. A pathetic whimper escaped your throat, leaking into the air along with the lewd sounds of skin against skin.

The blade was withdrawn from the column of your neck, while he slowly pulled out of you, the hand brandishing the knife now clutched your hip along with the other and flipping you onto your back. “If-f I didn't know a-any better, I'd say y-you're enjoying t-this” he jeered, his lips curling upwards into a malicious grin while sliding your underwear the rest of the way off your body.

More tears slid down your flushed face, “No!,” you sobbed: shaking your head and tugging at your restraints with more fury than before, your hysteria creeping back in.

One of the hands on your hips snaked down to your cunt, rubbing lazy patterns on your clit. Electricity shot through your core and limbs, euphoria spreading throughout your body like a numbing static.

Then his cock tapped against your entrance, the head slipped back inside of you: a moan slipping free from your lips. His hips drove forwards, his cock stretching you out all over again before he pulled back and brutally slammed back in. More whimpers and moans spilled from your mouth like a degrading symphony.

He used your body like a toy, pulling you onto his length, then sliding you off until your legs were shaking and you were sobbing for him to stop.

A cold hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your airways. “S-Shut up, and take it” he groaned, hammering himself harder into you. Your walls squeezed around his heavy cock, the head hitting against your spongy g-spot with every thrust.

Your stomach twisted with guilt and pleasure, guilty for feeling pleasure from this psycho, and for letting Tara die.

A knot in your stomach tightened every time Toby thrusted inside of you, incoherent whimpered and pleas spewed from your mouth as your orgasm raked through your body, eyes screwed shut and legs trembling around his waist. Toby's cock throbbed in your abused overstimulated pussy, hips driving himself into you roughly, then a warm sensation flooded through your walls along with the sounds of groans from the man above you.

His vicious thrusts slowed to lazily grinding into you, his heavy panting mixing with yours was the only thing heard in the small room, while his length stayed snug inside of you.

“I think” his voice was low as he spoke, his tone dark and malevolent. “I'm gonna have to keep you” and a low cackle was the last thing you hear before the end of something struck you in the head, and the world around you faded.

[cryptidcircuswrites]

hi umm i don’t really do requests often so i’m kinda nervous >< anyways i read fucked in the head and lead me up the garden path and i’m just in love with your writing….do you think you can write something with like, shameless pervert toby? like he’s got an obvious thing for reader and doesn’t hide it, stroking himself through his jeans in full view of them….. you can decide if reader is into it or not hehe

thank you!!

CAUGHT RED-HANDED

!- voyeurism if you squint, masturbation, scent kink, stolen laundry, invaded space, reader is unaware of Toby’s doings until the end, drool, gn reader

“Jack-Jackpot,” Toby whispered to himself.

He held up his prize, a pair of plain black cotton underwear. Nothing special, really, except for the fact that it was yours.

A glob of saliva fell out of the gash in his mouth and into the laundry basket he stood over. He wiped his chin on his sleeve, catching a whiff of his prize.

Your scent.

Toby’s head began to swim as he buried his face in the soft fabric, inhaling like he would asphyxiate without it. Saliva pooled and poured from his mouth, his pants tightened quickly and painfully, his heart rate picked up.

He had the slightest thought to check the hallway, just in case, but quickly ignored it. He was home alone, after all, and he would have heard if someone opened the cabin door.

He sank down onto your bed. The smell of you made his mind hazey.

One hand fumbled with his pants, the other pressed your scent closer to his face. He groaned into your underwear, hips stuttering into his hand reflexively.

His mind quickly slipped, rational thought fading in favor of the animalistic desire.

Your scent was heavently. He needed you so bad, he was losing himself. He palmed and stroked himself, rough and sloppy. Moans and whimpers fell, only to be caught by your panties.

His head spun a fantasy, only a half of one, really. Your body on his face, maybe your mouth on his cock, maybe both at the same time if he really wanted to be self-indulgent.

More drool fell from his mouth. He used it as lube, imagining that maybe it was yours. He moaned louder, falling back across your bed as he fisted his cock faster and harder.

God, he needed you. He couldn't help but hope that Tim and Brian would slip up soon, get less careful, leave him alone with you so he could finally get a real taste, feel you, touch you, fuck you.

He got louder, nearing the edge. He didn't hear the door like he thought he would, didn't hear your footsteps, but you certainly heard him.

You entered your room right as he peaked, jizz spilling into his hand, your dirty underwear still on his face.

"What the fuck?!"

[whokilledsamara]

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[hystixia]

I THINK SHE WANNA LOVE.

FEATURING 、JEFF THE KILLER X F!READER

WARNINGS 、DUBCON, BIRTHDAY SEX, FINGERING (M -> F), SOMNOPHILIA, DACRYPHILIA, DEGRADATION, HAND KINK, BELLY BULGE, CHOKING, OVERSTIM, PANTY STEALING, BLOOD, CREAMPIE, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

It’s late into the night when he shows up. You’re already fast asleep, there’s tired bags under your eyes and the thought of you trying your best to stay up to see him crosses his mind as he peers into your dark bedroom through your window. If he had a heart he’d feel a little bad for making you wait but Jeffery isn’t one to feel anything close to sympathy for others.

He slides the window up, a smirk crosses his features at the fact it was unlocked to begin with and he slips in without much of sound except for the small thud of his boots touching your bedroom floor. For anyone else it would be nearly impossible to see in this darkness but he’s awfully familiar with the layout of your entire house and that would be extremely alarming to know if he ever told you.

He closes the window quietly and quickly. He plans on staying a little longer this time, plans on making his presence known this time.

He’s skilled in laying on your bed without much effort needed, your much smaller form shifting and curling up under the soft blanket as the bed moves just the slightest with him as he leans over you to look at your face. He’s not trying to hide his obsession with you this time. His hand sliding up and down your side after removing the blanket from your figure. Tracing the exposed skin until he reaches your exposed tummy, the shirt you had on riding up your chest and barely covering your pretty breasts from his creeping view. This was a sight to behold but his attention moves over to your desk that has a few colorful bags, half wrapped boxes and cards on and his eyes narrow at the objects.

Who gave you those?

He stares for a bit before he considers the fact you had family come over and gift those to you and not some fucker that would be dead soon if he ever found out about it (he would.). He made it very clear you weren’t allowed to see anyone but him, keep conversations with others short if you wanted them to live another day. That’s what he had told you one night as you stared up at him with fear in your doe eyes, it was an addicting look he couldn’t get enough of when it came from you.

His hands grab at all your exposed skin before getting adventurous and impatient, fingers tugging at the hem of your cotton shorts and pulling them down your legs. He swore he saw your legs move to give him more access but maybe that was his own hands pushing them apart. Your pretty pink panties are something that catches his eye, the lacy material something he’s never seen you wear ever. He’d definitely be taking those, for safekeeping of course.

A sound leaves you when he runs his index over your clothed sex. His eyes trained on your expressions in your sleep when he taps his finger against your covered clit, a small gasp leaves you and your head twists a little at the contact.

He could eat you alive if he wanted to.

He tugs the thin material of your underwear down until its completely off you much like the cotton shorts that lie somewhere on the floor in the dark. He’s not too caring with his placement for your panties either but he remembers where he’s thrown them to take when he leaves later.

His cold hands slide up your thighs and a shiver racks through your body as a small hum of discomfort slips past your lips. His hands inch closer to your heat until one is gripping your plush thigh and pulling it until he has full access to your pretty pussy, his eyes stare for way too long at the sight and he feels his dick pulse in his pants as he moves to roll his thumb around your clit. He’s well aware his hand could fully cup your cunt and maybe he’ll mention that fact another time to embarrass you and leave you squirming when he’s gone. Leave you wishing he was the one touching you when you’re “alone” in your room with no creeping Jeff around to help.

A small whimper bubbles in your throat and your face scrunches up in pleasure as he lazily rubs his thumb in circles over your small bundle of nerves, a breathy sound spills from your lips and it sounds akin to his name but it’s hard to tell.

Your needy pussy clenches around nothing as he builds you up, your hips stuttering that he’s quick to stop with his hand gripping the soft flesh tight to the mattress. Your legs shaking lightly as your back tries to arch off the bed and your whines rise in pitch.

“haah, J-, ooo, Jeff!” You cry out, eyes squeezed shut as your body trembles against the bed. Your orgasm is fast, the unknown knot in your belly snapping as he leans his head against your thigh to keep it from closing. Your juices coating his hand and as you pant he doesn’t bother to stop and clean your mess. Instead he inserts two long and thick fingers into your pulsing hole and a high pitched gasp leaves you making him grin against your skin.

Visiting you in the night and doing this to while you weren’t aware always got him going. It was entertaining to watch your face contort in pleasure, how you begged for him even while asleep. He was the only thing left in your fucked out brain most nights and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Gonna give me another one?” He hums lowly, a whisper against the smooth skin of your flesh as your warm walls flutter around his fingers that rub against that gummy spot that has your hips jerking forward at the contact. His thumb on your puffy pearl plus the added fullness of his fingers has whimpers and moans falling from your open mouth freely now. Your hand instinctively grabs at his that’s cupping your drooling cunt and he grins at how the tips of your fingers cant reach each other as you grip his wrist for support.

You’re panting, your body feels hot and your brows are knitted together as your eyes flutter and he stares up curiously at your face.

Were you awake already?

He coos softly at your messy pussy as another orgasm floods your senses, a silent scream leaving you as you arch off the bed. Your heart thumps wildly against your chest like you’ve run a marathon and your lungs struggle to take in air as you finally flutter those pretty lashes and open those doe eyes that stare at the ceiling in a daze as you come down from the suffocating high.

He’s pulling his hand from your sticky cunt, a smirk on his face at the sight of your pussy so messy and all because of him. Your eyes go glossy when you finally look at him, his fingers that shimmer with your juices being swiped over with his tongue. Those bloody scars seeming to tug upwards slightly as he smiles at you.

“The birthday girl ‘s awake now.” He cackles at you. Your pupils blown wide as you stare at him with need, desperation to have him now. He remembered the date. He knows your birthday somehow.

“Jeff,” It comes out breathy, needier than you intended but it reaches him regardless. Those icy blue eyes staring back teasingly before he’s leaning over you, your body shrinking against the sheets as he stares down with hunger in his eyes. Jeff felt like toying with you tonight though.

“What do ya want, sweetheart?” He grins down at you. So small under him, face heated not only from embarrassment but from the arousal pooling hot in your belly. Your pretty doe eyes staring up at him pleadingly before he brings a hand up to rest against your headboard but he doesn’t fail to notice the way your eyes sparkle with interest at the position he’s cramping you into. “Gotta beg for it, pretty girl. You know this,”

“Please, Jeff,” You whine out and there’s pretty tears in your eyes. He wants them to slip down your face, a shimmery glow added to your skin from the lines they’ll create as they stream down your soft cheeks. “I want it,”

“Want what?” He teases, a small chuckle rumbling in his chest at the pout on your face. It’s like you forget he’s a serial killer and could gut you open if he wanted to.

“I want you.. wan’ your cock. Jeff, please,” You beg, hands grabbing at the sheets as your pussy clenches around nothing over the thought of being filled up.

He hums and you stare at the painful cuts in his face, wondering for a short moment if they hurt him before thinking about how they fit him perfectly in a fucked up and twisted way. You yelp as your legs are grabbed roughly, a faint smile tugging at your lips as he pushes them up to your chest and you hold them there without being told to as you watch him unbuckle his belt. You’d be lying if the sound of it jingling and the zipper being tugged down didn’t excite you a little.

You practically drool at the sight of his cock, angry red tip and curving just right to hit all your spots. He’s big and veiny making you swallow thickly as you try to prepare yourself to take him like you have many times before.

He growls when his sticky tip touches your messy slit. His eyes trained on the sight of your exposed and already stimulated cunt as he pushes his tip past your folds into the overwhelming heat of your slick sex.

A whine bubbles in your throat at the intrusion but he’s quick to wrap a large hand around your throat. His eyes giving you a warning glare.

“Be quiet.” And you do. With glassy eyes as he pushes more of his length inside you, it feels like he’s in your guts already when he reaches halfway and with a low groan that has your legs shaking he thrusts the rest in. Impatient as he tries to wait for you to accommodate to him.

He gives you a manic smile that sends a shiver down your spine before he’s grabbing the headboard, his dark hair tickling your skin as he stares down at you and you take notice of the red on his hands and arms now, your eyes widening in alarm at the sight you should be used to by now.

“Happy birthday, doll.” He breathes out before pulling back and then slamming into your heat. Your eyes threaten to roll back but he squeezes your throat, a silent warning. Keep your eyes on his own icy blues. He likes to watch your reactions through your pretty hues.

His tip bumps your cervix repeatedly, your body rocking against the bed as his hand around your throat holds you in place beneath him as a choked moan falls from your soft lips and he takes the opportunity to lean down until his lips are against yours and his tongue is exploring your mouth.

You whimper at the contact, eyes squeezed shut as he thrusts roughly into you without any mercy for your poor cunt that squelches lewdly around his cock. There’s already a creamy ring around the base of it and his thumb pushes your chin up and further into the kiss before he releases you as you gasp for air.

His hand lets go of your neck, a faint mark around it as his hand slides down your body until it rests against your exposed lower tummy, pressing down against it and making you aware of what’s now faintly bumping against his hand.

“You feel me right here, doll?” He teases in your ear, staring down with you at the small bump that reappears with each thrust into your spent pussy and your head lolls to the side with a moan at the sight. It felt like he was in your guts to begin with but this is just evidence of it being true.

His big hand squeezes at your hip as you try to move against him, pushing you down into the mattress and you can barely hear the headboard hitting the wall over his few groans accompanied by heavy breathing. Your body felt like it was on fire and there was a knot forming in your stomach and overstimulation in your poor cunt has tears beginning to fall down your cheeks.

“Aw, ‘t’s too much?” He coos at the sight. You nod slightly, his hips snapping particularly rougher at that as a wide grin spreads across his scarred face.

“I hope it’s too much.” He laughs at the pathetic way your eyes roll into the back of your skull, tongue peeking past your swollen lips as he hits that sticky spot that has you keening into him. “I hope you can’t handle it.”

“Jeff— Fuck, ngh, ‘m gonna cum!” You sob out, words slurred as you feel pressure build up in your core, threatening to spill over as you stare up at him with begging eyes.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock like a dumb slut?” He hums when your walls squeeze around him tighter. “Ya gonna cream around me like the dirty whore you are?”

“Please, please, please!” You don’t know what you’re begging for now. Maybe it’s your release, perhaps it’s even for him to slow down so you can handle it but tingles spark in your body as his thumb taps against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your mouth in a ‘o’ shape as your legs tremble and you feel his hot seed spurt into you. That’s what it takes for your orgasm to come, you don’t know how many times he had you cum before this but you felt weak and dizzy from it all regardless. Your mouth hung open as your eyes almost cross and your back arched. It was so overwhelming you could scream but no sound came out as he panted above you before resting his head against your shoulder.

There’s a bit of silence afterwards before he pulls out with slight hesitance, fixing his pants back up before staring at the mesmerizing sight of your spent pussy drooling his cum. If he had the time he’d fuck you again, but he’s going to miss his only opening to leave soon if he doesn’t speed this up. It would be a shame to get rid of your parents after you had begged him so prettily to let them live.

He feels better now as he pushes the mixture of your sticky essence and his warm seed back into your quivering cunt before leaning over your heated face and kissing you by surprise. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes widen at the act or how your hands seem to cling to his hoodie stained with red. It’s addicting to leave you wanting more from him like this, he can’t get enough of you and your reactions.

He pulls away leaving you to want him and his touch in silence before glancing down at your bare body in embarrassment. Isn’t that cute?

“I’ll come back soon, sweetheart.” He promises. He always does and he always will. When you’re asleep, sometimes when you’re awake and studying late into the night and see him knocking on your window.

You nod hopefully at him, a sparkle in your eyes at his words as you tug the sheets up your cold body and curl into them, aware of the mess leaking down your inner thigh at the movement.

He bends down in the ground but it’s hard to tell what he’s doing in the darkness before he’s standing up and slipping back out your window.

You mutter his name, quiet and soft but he halts his hands from pulling down the window and instead leans on the sill with a low hum.

“Thank you,” You’re sincere and it’s laughable to him, amusing to see someone actually thank a killer such as himself but he grins back at you regardless of how stupid you were.

“Happy birthday, doll.” He says it for the second time that night and with that he pulls the window closed and stalks off into the cover of night.

You giggle to yourself, a smile on your face that almost leaves your cheeks feeling sore as you touch your heated face and think over the whole thing. Did that really happen? Were you just dreaming right now? The ache between your legs is enough of a reminder of your reality and if you could you’d kick your shaking legs around like a school girl. You’d wait expectantly for his arrival like always, falling asleep well into the night to be woken up to his tainted touch like always.

You’re in a fantasy smiling dreamily while he’s sneaking past houses and back into the woods with a sinister smirk on his face.

A familiar pair of lacy pink panties clutched in his dirty hand, a bloody knife in the other as he disappears into the night.

[ashlinxsloves]

Will I be participating kinktober this year..? Maybe

Since there's a day and a few hours left till Oct 1st, my schedule will technically vary. Most of these are literally the phrase "porn without plot" (I lied, there's plot) Also, I'm only writing for fem!reader so I'm sorry for my male, nb audience 😔 posting time is 12 PM CET (or later, depends).

So! Here's the list:

• Day 1: (Oct 2) Face riding - Spencer Reid

• Day 2: (Oct 6) Predator/prey - Jeff The Killer

• Day 3: (Oct 9) Blindfolded sex - Sal Fisher

• Day 4: (Oct 12) Size difference - Laughing Jack

• Day 5: (Oct 14) Thigh riding - Stanley Pines

• Day 6: (Oct 16) Breeding - Ticci Toby

• Day 7: (Oct 19) Mirror sex - DI!Leon Kennedy

• Day 8 (Oct 21) Cuffed & Overstimulation - Spencer Reid

• Day 9 (Oct 23) Corruption - Eyeless Jack

• Day 10 (Oct 25) Brat taming - Aaron Hotchner

• Day 11 (Oct 26) Car sex - Spencer Reid

• Day 12 (Oct 27) Masked - Eyeless Jack

• Day 13 (Oct 28) Controlled toys - Stanford Pines

• Day 14 (Oct 30) Monster fucking - Slenderman

• Day 15 (Oct 31) Knifeplay - Jeff The Killer

As I said my schedule might differ so I might post something more or less..

[deadkraker]

what trying to find a at least decently written creepypasta fic that isn't x reader on ao3 feels like

[ang3lfluids]

𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗧𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗬

𝗖𝗪: abuse (hinted?), slapping, hints of DDLG, Tim calls reader a “r*pe slut”, size difference, mild pain play, Jealous Tim

𝗘𝘃𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: first time I’ve ever written for Tim and this was a drag I had sitting around since summer. So it’s not great as I was lowkey high while I was finishing this up :(

When Tim had caught wind you had ended up in the infirmary due to a sparing session with Toby, he was quick to your aid. But had stopped dead in his tracks when he heard your melodic voice drifting through the cracked door. His chest swirled with anger as he peered in, his face contorting to a grimace underneath his mask.

EJ remained at your feet quietly wrapping your bloody knee with gauze, his gloved hands tickling the back of your knee. Which was what seemed to be drawing out the soft laughs from your busted lip.

He didn’t seem to pay this much mind as he shifted your leg in his larger hands carefully smoothing the gauze tape over the white bandages. Yet his hands lingered on your toned leg, mask fixated on the semi-bloody bandages. And when your leg jerked it brought the cannibal back to earth.

“All set…” he mumbled out as he stood pulling off the gloves, and your eyes followed his movement. “Am I interrupting?” Your boyfriends raspy voice echoed through the quiet room, dragging your attention from EJ. You bowed your head and stared at your knee as Tim glared at you from under his mask.

“They should be all fine. Keep them off that leg for a few days. Nothing super taxing.” EJ stated as he wrote down something on his clipboard. Tim made a noise of acknowledgment before motioning for you to get up. You used his shoulder as a crutch as he turned to EJ.

“Thanks.” EJ waved a dismissive hand and began to clean up as your boyfriend helped you wobble out of the infirmary. The air was thick with tension as he walked with you, you opened your mouth to ask what the matter was but a rough pinch to your side answered the question that didn’t even get a chance to be asked.

The room was thick with uncomfortable energy as you stepped into it. Tim shut the door with a soft click and turned to look at you. You could hear him move about, and the soft noise of his mask scraping against the dresser filled the room. Your body shook and your teeth chattered in your mouth as anxiety pooled in your stomach. Slowly his hands rested on your hips pulling you into him. His chin resting on your shoulder.

“Tim, I-“ “shut up.” He silenced you swiftly and dug his thick fingertips into your side. You squeezed your eyes shut and sucked in a deep breath. “Lil fuckin tramp… you liked the way he was lookin’ at you?” He asked with a deep growl. His nose pressed to the flesh of your throat. Your body tensed as you shook your head slowly. Tim laughed against your skin and squeezed you against him until your ribs protested.

“T-Tim I can’t-“ “what did I tell ya?” He hissed as he spun you around pushing you into the bed. The force from his shove was enough to knock some wind from your lungs. The killer hovered over you glaring down at your shaking frame.

His scarred lips turned upwards in a smirk, eyes filled with animalistic blood lust. “You’re a little slut. What you want your cunt stuffed with another man’s cock, hm?” he wrapped a thick hand around your throat and squeezed causing you to go cross eyed.

Your smaller fingers scratching at his leaving small red scratches in his wake. “Ohh fuck ya, look at you. Getting off to me chokin’ ya?” You squirmed beneath him and tried to suck in a gasp of air. He released his grip and watched as you came back to earth.

Your chest heaved as you panted deeply. “You gonna be a good little bitch for me?” His thumb traced your busted lip and you nodded slowly. Your bruised lips wrapping around his thumb, the killer groaned and chuckled deep within his chest.

“Good little doll” He was on you within a second. His lips latching to the flesh of your neck, teeth sinking into the flushed skin of your throat. “Gonna remind you, who you fuckin belong to.” Tim spat before cracking you across the face with an open palm. You whined out eyes fluttering as your ears began to ring.

You weakly pushed against his shoulders earning a chuckle from your lover. He cooed and gripped your hair pushing your head into the bed. His jean clothed bulge grinding down into your aching pussy, earning a low whine.

“Stay fuckin’ still.” He hissed his rough hands tearing your top apart at the buttons. Your chest heaved and a whimpered tainted your lips. Tim smirked and pushed your bra over your chest revealing your perky nipples.

His rough thumbs pinched your buds and he rolled them between his thick fingers. Your head swam as you helplessly ground your battered hips against his bulge. The rough texture of the jeans creating a dizzying friction.

“Look at ya’ haven’t even touched you, and your cunts soaked..” He chastised as he gripped your chin with his larger hand. You pathetically squirm and raise your quivering hips up.

Tim teased the tips of his calloused fingers against your panties. Watching you with a sleazy smirk as you thrashed against him. His cock straining against his boxers, the killer groaned deep as you mewled and shook for his affection.

Tim loved that about you. So desperate to please. So eager to feel good. His face soured as he recounted that meeting with EJ. The taller man slotted himself between your thighs, your cunt dragging against his bulge. He eyed you. Your furrowed brows, and sweat slick skin making a hunger flare. His larger hand ducked down and cupped your injured knee.

Your breath caught in your lungs as a sharp pain erupted, your spine bent and you cried out for him to stop. Although you were quickly ignored as he freed his cock from the confines of his jeans.

“Shut the fuck up, you’re gonna take it for me aren’t ya baby?” He urged as he flipped you onto your belly, using his weight to pin your body down. You dizzily nodded and allowed him to tug your panties down. He eased your pained leg up opening your wet, glistening entrance up to him.

“Tight lil’ thing..” he hissed as he sunk into your heat. Your mouth forming an “O” shape as he bottomed out in your pulsating sex. He didn’t wait. He didn’t need to. Your cunt slick and inviting, sucked him back in with ease.

Your eyes rolled back as he began to fuck into you, the bed protesting from the harsh weight and shaking it was receiving. Your body rocked and the air was expelled from your lungs as your lover fucked into your spent cunt.

His fat meaty cock bullying your slick pussy, the only sounds being his grunts and the sound of the skin meeting skin. Tim wrapped a thick arm around your throat squeezing you tight as he abused your sweet cunt.

Your eyes rolled back as your walls tightened, your first orgasm washing over you eliciting a loud cry of pleasure to strangle itself from your maw. But that didn’t detour your boyfriend from his onslaught.

He pulled his body up bracing himself by pressing your body against the bed and using you like a flesh light. The slick sound of your juices combining made your head spin.

“F-fuck… doll.. that’s it. Milk my cock, lil r-rape slut…” You keened at his words, sex gushing around his thick dick. Your brain felt heavy as he pushed your head into the sheets.

“You ever.. fuck.. try that ah~ shit again I’ll fucking gut you, little girl.”

[cheesecakeislazy]

I have insomnia, my phone is about to die, and I feel like I need to write! So here we go boys!! (And gals and non-binary pals) Sorry if this one is shitty TwT

Sensitivity is High

F!Reader x BEN Drowned Smut

You and Ben laid in bed together, just enjoying the moment. Nothing was going on today, it was a free day. Cuddling in bed, looking at memes, listening to music, and playing co-op games together.

While for most people, a day where you can relax with your partner would be quiet and calm, for the two of you, it was quite the opposite..

Within the other rooms of the mansion you could hear Jeff blasting metal music, you could hear Toby annoying Masky by doing anything possible, if you listened carefully you could hear the subtle sounds of Sally trying to sneak a few extra snacks before anyone noticed. While on the outside, you could hear the faint sounds of Clockwork exercising with Jane, the crunching leaves as Slender went on a walk, the sound of the front door slamming open because Masky started to chase Toby outside. Yep, this was home. Full of chaos, full of loud voices and sounds consistently. However, almost everyone within the mansion agreed that this hellhole was better than their old lives, or the life they would have now if Slender wasn’t nice enough to give them a job.

While normally you and Ben would have been joining in on the chaos, the two of you decided to really relax. No pranks, no jokes, no annoyance to others, just each others company in bed playing Minecraft. The life you had was hectic at best and mentally painful at worst, but having Ben with you? It made those shitty days not so bad.

“Alright! Tha-That’s our base d-done!” Ben was honestly really good at Minecraft, speedrunning, building, pvp, he was a Jack of all trades when it came to the game. Probably because the elf-like boy had been playing the game practically since it came out.

“Hm.. well now that we got the homebase finished, you wanna play something else?” You looked over at your boyfriend, as much as you loved playing MC with him, you were pretty bored right now.

Ben took a moment to think before he nodded, saving the game file and quitting the game before looking over at you. “S-So then what d-do you wanna play in-instead?” His voice glitched less during moments like this, alone, just the two of you in peace, it made you generate a gentle smile from your lips.

“Ah, to be completely honest? I kinda wanna just… shut down? At least for a little.. you get me?” Sometimes, as much as you loved gaming, you just wanted to take a 4 pm nap and cuddle. “O-Oh! Y-yeah! That sounds great! I-I-I wouldn’t mind that at all, Babe!” His ears tinted a slight pink at the tip, an indication that he was happy with the idea of cuddles.

As you both laid there, bodies intertwined with each other, arms and legs looped and twisted together like multicolored playdough, a part of your brain sparked curiosity. You had suddenly remembered Ben’s ears.. during more.. intimate moments.. the ears twitched consistently. It made you wonder quite a bit if the ears were extra sensitive, at least compared to the rest of his body.

Deciding to act on this sudden surge of curiosity and confidence, you shifted around slightly, making it look like you were just making yourself a little bit more comfortable. However, you were actually getting your head just a smidge bit closer to his ear, slowly you moved your mouth forward, and before Ben could question or react, you softly bit onto his ear.

The sound that came from Ben was a mixture of arousing and concerning, as you couldn’t tell if the yelp/moan was of pain or pleasure. You pulled away as soon as possible, and stared into his eye sockets.

“Sorry! I was just curious.. if they were.. sensitive.” You realized that after saying it out loud, your explanation for possibly putting your lover in pain, was extremely stupid.

“Uh- It- Uhm! N-No- N-No! Y-you real-really shouldn’t b-be-be sorry-!!” You could tell it certainly had some type of effect on him, as his voice had gotten much glitchier. You were about to open your mouth and make another apology, despite his statement, but as you shifted your leg you felt something poke you. Ah, it was that kind of sensitive..

You smirked to yourself, you found it quite adorable that by just biting his ear softly, you had given the poor man a hard-on. It was obvious that Ben was embarrassed by this fact, he hated to look needy in front of you. But unfortunately for him, he was about to look even needier..

Slowly and carefully, you began to shift your entire body lower and lower on the bed, until you had reached the point of his body that laid right in the middle of his pelvic bone. You laid right in front of his boner, Ben immediately knew what you were trying to do.

“N-no!! Y-Ya-You really don-don’t have-have to-to D-d-Do that!!” His glitchy stutters only turning you on more. You began to remove his sweatpants and boxers, as his cock lie infront of your face you looked up at Ben, wanting his consent before you actually ended up doing anything.

Thankfully, as you expected, Ben bit his lip and nodded at you to continue. Gently, you put his tip inside your mouth, precum already leaking from it. Sucking and licking softly at the head of his cock, tasting the slight sweet salty mixture, Ben threw his head back slightly and let out a few quiet groans and pants.

Slowly getting more and more of his cock into your mouth and down your throat, Ben whimpered for more. The feeling of his cocks tip hitting the very back of your throat as you sucked him off always felt so good on another level. The slight burn of your lips as they tried to stay open and fit his cock inside. Using your tongue to lick the underside of his cock as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. Ben slowly began to get more overwhelmed by the pleasure and started to buck his hips upwards into your throat, causing you to gag slightly. The feeling of your throat gagging on his cock made him moan your name, tightly gripping onto your hair. God, you were so fucking perfect..

As you continued sucking and licking BEns cock, you saw his ears twitch in unison with his cock. Not only did it remind you of how you had gotten into this, but it also made you wonder if his ears were as sensitive as his cock..

But you weren’t able to ponder on the matter for long, as Ben had busted his load inside your mouth, filling and overwhelming your tastebuds with the sweet and salty creamy substance that made you addicted to giving this man blowjobs. Once you had lifted your head off of him, and swallowed the load he had just so kindly gifted to you, you looked up at him.

Ben looked back at you.. his red eyes no longer circular, little red hearts lay in their place.

“Switch spots with me, Baby~ And take off y-your clothes.. I’m g-gonna return the favor~” Ben licked his lips as he winked as you.

Your panties were already soaked from sucking him off, but the thought of Ben devouring your cunt made you shiver with excitement.

[sleepingdeath-light]

thrill seekers ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 875

content ; sexually explicit content, anal sex, extreme water play, extreme breath play, drowning, extreme sadist!jeff, extreme masochist!reader

fandom ; creepypastas

pairing ; jeff the killer x gender neutral reader

read also on ; ao3

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You’d often joked that you and your boyfriend had experienced ‘love at first fight’ — having met when he’d broken into your bedroom in the middle of the night to kill you as he had to so many others before you. But you’d fought, you’d bickered, and then you fucked with his knife still pressed right up against your throat… and you’d been chasing that high ever since.

Of course the thrill of the knife never truly went away, but Jeff tended to use it sparingly as to ‘keep the magic alive’ (or so he said, personally you just thought he was being a bit lazy and couldn’t be arsed with cleaning it enough to safely use in the bedroom), so you resorted to other methods of thrill seeking in the bedroom. Role play was a big one — fake kidnappings, role reversals, getting tied up and blindfolded so you don’t know what’s gonna happen next, and so on — but you also got a taste for more dangerous things like suffocation.

Jeff fucking loved suffocating you when you had sex: putting bag over your head and pulling it so tight he can see every movement of your mouth as you gasp and pant and moan whilst he plays with you; wrapping his hands around your throat and tightening just enough to see your eyes widen with fear whilst he fucks you like an animal, only tightening his grip to startle rather than kill; slapping a hand over your mouth and nose whilst he pounds into you from behind, only releasing you when he can tell you’re reaching your limit. Acts like that were more than common between the two of you and you were always looking for something new to incorporate into your sex life — a new risk to take, a new high to chase — and you found that in a random documentary one of Jeff’s roommates had been watching in the common area.

Drowning.

Well, simulated drowning anyway. Fucking with your head underwater and your life completely in his hands. Enough risk to get you both off and you knew that he could be quick enough to do it without you being out in any serious risk of dying.

It was perfect, and you tried it out that same day.

—————

This might very well be the best decision you'd ever made as a couple; the hot weight of his body pressing down against you combined with the icy chill of the water mixed in the most delicious way — adrenaline flooding your system whilst white hot pleasure rushed through your veins. You were caught between the need to survive and the need to respond to everything he was doing to you, fighting your own instincts by biting down on your lips so harshly that your blurry vision was overcome with a haze of red (the coppery flavour lingering on your trembling tongue as you continued to swallow back every moan, groan, and grunt that threatened to spill from the base of your throat).

You struggled to keep your eyes open for very long, and the rough treatment your body was receiving made the water very unstable, but you did manage to catch brief glimpses of your boyfriend through all of the ripples and waves. Though what little you did see was more than enough to let your mind’s eye paint a delightfully erotic picture of sights, sounds, and sensations: the scabby red edges of his ear-to-ear smile growing bloody and broad, lips twitching with a laughter you could just about hear, his expression distorted so completely that his face was little more than a smear of white, black, and red to you; the singed black edges, frayed and jaggedly cut, brushing down against his scarred shoulders, occasionally tickling against your bare chest whenever he’d lean down to get a closer look at you as you struggled to hold your breath (so close you could finally see those wide, lust-dilated, eyes of his staring intently down at your as they came in and out of focus); the thickness of his cock as he pounded relentlessly into your ass, so harsh that even all of the lube you’d used did little to ease the combination of pleasure and pain he was inflicting upon you — but that only got you off more; the familiar roughness of his palms as he pressed down on your shoulders, forcing you deeper underwater when you started to struggle and thrash beneath him, something darker flashing in his eyes for a few seconds as your vision started to go an unsettling black around the edges, before he finally relented and pulled you up and out of the water by your throat. Strong and merciful, but no less sadistic as he watched you splutter and cough with a glee and pleasure so distinct that you didn’t need to see him to know.

The throbbing of his dick inside of you and his loud panting were dead giveaways to his enjoyment. And you knew that the moment you caught your breath, you’d be plunged straight back into the cold depths of the bathtub once again to be used and fucked and screwed until he was content and the water no longer ran clear.

You couldn’t fucking wait.

[dollhouse-lied]

An unhealthy obsession

A ticci toby x reader NONCON fic

AGAIN, NON CONSENSUAL. DEAD DOVE- DO NOT EAT.

Desc: you are a prostitute who got picked up by toby, but he isnt letting you go. Ever. You are gonna regret the day you were born by the time your life ends.

Warnings: noncon, knives, blood, cutting, bondage, overstim, mention of free use, kidnapping, drugging, begging, degradation

Enjoy~

“T-tough situation youve got there huh?”

You gulped, fear shaking every muscle of your body. You were bound and spread open, a variety of tools surrounding you. You had just wanted to get some quick money, but sex work came with risks.

Toby rogers. You need to remember that name so you can tell the police.

He was standing in front of you, weight on one leg as he looked at your naked body. He was shirtless, toned body covered in odd scars. He was attractive, sure, but he had quite literally drugged and kidnapped you, so points off there.

“Please, just let me go,” you begged, still struggling to focus your eyes on his face… was his cheek always that.. holey? Your memory was fuzzy, and you couldn't tell where that awful ringing was coming from.

Toby clucked his tounge, walking around the mattress to the side where your restrained legs were. You pressed them together as best you could to shield yourself, but he forced them open. His hands were cold, like ice on your skin. You whimpered, the touch magnified by your loopy state.

“Dirty fuck-fucking whore, im not even doing anything yet, save it for l-later. Your gonna have a long night baby, enjoy it while i-it doesn't h-hurt.” He spat, tracing his fingers up your inner thighs, trailing lightly over your clit. His touch felt like heat, despite being completely cold. You squirmed under him, trying to squeeze your legs together, but he harshly forced your legs into the bed. The pain was instant, like a thousand needles in your hip joints. You bit your lip to keep from making another pathetic noise, he would like that too much.

“Keep your-r legs open,” he drew a knife from his table of tools, “or im gonna cut those p-pretty thighs of yours and use your blood a-as lube, got it princess?”

You let out a small noise of agreement, and he put the knife back.

“What are you gonna…. gonna do to me?” You slurred, words were still hard to make.

Toby laughed, a girlish giggle that sent chills down your spine. “Im gon-gonna make you my little sex doll for the night, then im g-gonna see if anyone else wants to use you over the next f-f-few weeks. I have people paying me good money-y to reserve you for a night.” He slapped your thighs, earning a yelp from you as you processed what he said.

“You…. you mean im not going home?” You cried, tears welling in your eyes.

Toby scoffed. “Oh d-dont be a sap, of course your not! You ever l-lose one of your whore friends and they just disa-disappear? Who do you think makes that happen?”

You screamed, at first out of horror, but then at the searing pain in your thigh. Your head was spinning, the rooms lights starting to be the only shape you could make out. Then, you felt something enter you.

You moaned, head blurry as a vibrating wand tickled at your pussy, resting on your clit and touching your gspot at the same time.

“Fuck,” you moaned, instinct taking over as you arched your back.

“Damn, your re-really that pathetic? I didnt even have it on the highest setting!” Toby laughed, clicking the lubey vibrator up to max.

“Mmmghh-” you squirmed, tensing around the wand as he pressed it onto you as hard as he could.

“Yeah? Wh-why dont you say my name? Cmon, moan my name for me,” he mocked, undoing his belt.

“Fuck… fuck you..” you slurred, beginning to fade out of consciousness. You let your head roll back, still quietly moaning at the stimulation.

You inhaled some of the ice water that toby threw on you, gasping for air and sputtering as you snapped up.

“Need you aw-awake for this baby,” toby propped you back up, ignoring your coughing. He picked up a knife from the table. You felt panic rise in your chest as you saw how much blood had leaked from your original wound.

“Toby-” you moaned, earning a groan from him. He put down the knife and grinned.

“Thats what i like to hear kitty,” he huffed, removing the rabbit as you gasped. He pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, and pulled down his boxers. His erection came out with a sigh from him, the head leaking with precum. He rubbed your blood onto himself with a hiss from you as the liquids mixed, the sting like nothing you have ever experienced. He grabbed onto your thighs and inserted himself, causing you to make an almost automatic moan. He chuckled, and immediately started fucking your pussy like a dog in heat. You moaned loudly, biting your lip.

“F-fuck, slow do-own, ple-ahh-” you whined, begging for something you knew wasnt coming. He reached to the table and grabbed a silicone bullet, turning it on max and pressing it into you. You screamed, a mix of pleasure and pain as you neared your peak.

Toby giggled, rubbing the bullet up and down on your throbbing clit as you screamed. “You gonna c-cum you f-fucking whore? You like be-being raped? Huh? Say you like being raped and ill-l let up, mkay princess?”

You nodded, gasping. “I- i fucking- hah- i like being raped- fuck just slow down,”

He giggled and continued at the pace he was going, pressing the bullet even harder into you as he groaned. “I lo-ove hearing that baby, wh-why dont you thank me for raping you?”

“No no no no, please no more,” you begged, squealing and shaking as you held back an orgasm. You werent going to give him the power of it, but fuck, it was getting hard to breathe.

“How much of your thigh do you need? How about i just cut your f-fucking foot off, would that be good- hah- good baby girl?” He stuttered, face red and sweaty.

“No no, than- thank you for- fuck- thank you for raping- hah- raping me, fuck!!” You screamed as you came around him, the shame filling your body as much as his cum was. He finally let up as he shot his load into you, keeping the vibrator at the speed and pressure as you cried.

“Fuck princess, thank you for telling me so i can do it over.. and over.. and over again..” he laughed, watching your legs spasm as you screamed in pain.

“Stop! Stop! Please ill do anything, just turn it down at least!” You begged, tears streaming down your face as you fought against your restraints.

“Lem-mme mark you as mi-ine and i will, promise,” he calmly replied, grabbing the knife and pressing it into your other thigh.

“T…. o…. b…..y!” He grinned, cutting each letter into your thigh as you writhed in pain. You screamed as you came involuntarily, gasping for air as you slowly lost your vision.

“Your mine, now and forever. Youll never forget me love, and i cant wait to have more fun with you,” he mocked, watching your head roll back.

Out like a light.

[sister-lucifer]

Toby sucking titties you say?👁️👁️👁️👁️

this one features pre op trans masc reader, as is based on the fact that i enjoy sleeping topless bc it’s very comfortable

basically on a hot summer night reader leaves their window open and decides to sleep topless to keep cool. toby is running from the police and in a panic climbs through reader’s open window. reader of course wakes up at the commotion, forgetting that they’re half naked and sitting up. toby is about to threaten them into silence and reaches for his hatches, but then he catches sight of…those.

they’re not particularly remarkable in any way, but fuck, he’s frozen. he cant stop staring.

“…ohh, don’t tell me you like these?” reader snickers, bouncing them a bit, “c’mere then, big boy. i’ll let you get a good look at them.”

before they know it toby is desperately sucking at reader’s tits, practically humping them as he feverishly jacks off and whines against their chest. the mommy issues are real

[if you wanna see more ideas like this you can find the list here]

[whydidigethere]

Shamefully, I must admit, I was a Wattpad kid

[cryptidcircuswrites]

NIGHT ONE

!!- threats, implied physical torture, assault and battery, blood, sadomasochism, non-con (no smut yet)

Back

Toby was completely and utterly fucked.

He'd rushed out of the cabins in anger and embarrassment, not thinking about where he was going.

He'd broken into a house without making sure it was secure, without ensuring the resident wouldn't wake up.

The small silver lining was that you hadn't called the police on him.

The dark grey cloud was the fact that he was trapped in a basement, and you knew he couldn't die. Tim and Brian wouldn't know where to look for him if they even bothered to do so, and there was no telling whether his Master would deem this urgent enough to rescue him.

You'd had a particularly frustrating day at work. Shitty customers, a new policy that barely allowed you to do your job, that ever-present sense of a rope tightening around your chest that made you want to lash out.

Your silver lining was the intruder in the basement, deposited by some miracle into your lap.

He'd quieted down as soon as you shoved him down there, but you knew instinctively that he wasn't dead. No, you'd shot him twice-- he'd stayed upright, he'd begged you not to call the police, he'd barely bled.

No, you were certain he wasn't dead, and you fully intended to take advantage of his strange condition.

Speed limits were mere suggestions on your drive home, a rare sloppiness allotted in your excitement. You weaved through traffic, slamming the door to your old Honda and tossing your keys haphazardly on the counter.

The basement awaited.

Toby flinched as he heard footsteps descending into his prison. He'd healed overnight, only a faint bloodstain and a hole in his threadbare shirt as proof it had ever happened.

He looked up at you. The phone cord was looser now. You'd probably need to fix that, but for now, it was time to test him out.

He watched with wide eyes as you grabbed a rubber mallet from a toolbox. Five pounds wasn't heavy enough to do real damage. Five pounds was enough to hurt like a bitch, though.

"You're going to answer my questions and I won't kill you."

Toby, of course, smirked like he had a secret you didn't know about.

"D-drop dea-dead," he spat.

You swung the mallet at his jaw. Instead of more backtalk, a whimper and some blood were produced.

"What's your name?" A squeeze of his bruised jaw for good measure.

"T- cunt Toby."

"And why didn't you die, Toy?"

His eyes got even wider. They were still slightly wet from the pain of the mallet smacking into his face. He trembled deliciously.

"I ca-can't tell you!" a jerk of the neck. "Please don't- please don't- don't call the police! I'll do anything!"

It was just like your darkest fantasies-- a beautiful new pet at your disposal, willing to do anything to keep you from calling the authorities.

You could feel the warmth pooling in your abdomen already.

"Oh, I won't call anyone."

You strode toward your toolbox again.

"But you'll wish I did."

[---]

Teeth, scattered at your feet. Blood on both your clothes. Dark bruises on porcelain flesh.

God, this must be Paradise.

Toby breathed heavily, pupils blown. Maybe it was the head trauma. Maybe it was the throbbing in his cock. Maybe it was both.

He couldn't explain why he loved this so much- the pain, the bindings, the abuse- but he did. And by the looks of it, so did his captor.

He'd barely caught his breath before you captured his lips in a kiss.

His taste filled your mouth. You bit. You suckled. You devoured him. He was completely yours, your perfect little toy, and so you had to act.

You'd never taken a captive before like this, but Toby was different.

Legs were pushed apart. You felt him in your hand, half hard already just from being beaten up.

He squirmed a little, tried to protest, but ultimately submitted to you.

Toby wasn't sure what he wanted-- more, less, stop, continue, it hurts, it feels good. Blood pooled in his mouth. Blood pooled in his dick, twitching in your hand. Saliva foreign as well has his own, and the pain in his gums, and your vicious kiss--

Your cell phone began to ring upstairs. By the sound of the custom ringtone, your mother.

Damn her for cutting this short!

Toby shuddered, nauseous at the loss.

You assured him you'd be back, spitting in his mouth as a parting gift.

Toby ached, but he didn't dare touch himself. He closed his eyes against the floor to rest, feeling the dull buzz of regeneration and exhaustion setting in already.

[whokilledsamara]

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