Requesting for Creepypasta (perchance Ticci Toby hehe) smut, drugging and kidnapping m!reader
Part 1
Ticci Toby x Male!Bottom!Reader
Synop: You're struggling to cope with the grief of losing your best friend, a walk down memory lane leads to more.
Tags: Dubcon / Bondage / Drugging / Kidnapping
You had already suspected it would happen before it had, you had been correct. The first time had felt like a fever dream, your heart beating so loud you worried whether anyone else around you would hear it. Your ears rang so loud you would have doubled over had you not frozen solid. You saw Toby, only for a moment.
Your mind had been desperate before rationality trickled through you, just another brown haired guy. It was almost cruel, your brain vaguely seeing similar features and making a snap to make you believe it was him. It never was though. You had read far too many books on dealing with grief, the loss of your friend tearing a hole into you that would never be repaired.
You could still remember his voice, even if it had been years. You wished more than anything to get one last chance with him, one more chance to tell him everything you had feared. He has always been your biggest comfort. You hated watching him lose himself, turning into someone who was angry. Someone who scared you at times. You had tried your best, listening to him as he ranting about his father and the assholes in school.
As much as you wanted to blame them for Toby's fate, you couldn't. You knew the moment Lyra died that a part of him went with her. Everything else on top of that was impossible to bear.
"Anything else?"
You felt yourself leap up, turning to the startled waitress. You both rushed out apologies before laughing. "Would you like anything else?" You shook your head, passing her your cup. "Nah, I should get home. Thanks though." You let out a cough to clear your throat, before smiling and waving goodbye.
You briefly wondered if this was truly a remembrance or if this was a sick self punishment you put yourself through. A long time ago the cafe had been an ice cream shop, you and Toby had paid it many visits when you were younger. They had the best homemade ice cream, the cafe still made it but their focus had shifted more onto coffee some years ago.
You almost found it funny, it was as if the building had grown up alongside you. It wasn't too long after Toby had died, you had never touched their ice cream since and it wasn't long after that they switched. You only wished Toby could have experienced it with you. You figured he would have been a caffeine addict, chugging coffee and getting pissed off because his ticks became more apparent.
You had loved that about him, you just hated how much he despised them. You thought everything about him was a drawn in, some deep part of you screaming out to be near him. You had been far too afraid of rejection, your heart couldn't take not knowing Toby in some capacity. Being friends was more than enough, you just wished you could have had more time with him at least.
The sun had nearly set, the sky turning into a beautiful ombre, from black to orange. You pushed your thoughts away, you figured you had suffered enough for the day. Truthfully your body had become exhausted, the constant looming weight of grief was tearing you apart.
Suddenly you came to a stand still, eyes widening as a somewhat familiar voice carried over the road. Your head shot over to the source and you could have sworn your heart had stopped dead in its tracks. It sounded like Toby, just a bit older and gruffer. His voice had the same flat monotone that had taken over him after Lyra.
This time the face didn't change back, your mind had kept Toby as you had last seen him. This time he was older, glaring into the back of another man's head. Your mind didn't know what to do, it was getting darker and you desperately clutched at straws trying to come up with any reason that it couldn't be him.
They reported him as dead. That was a fact. A body had never been recovered, another fact. You suddenly began moving, eyes never leaving him even for a second.
You were in front of him before you had even come up with anything to say. The men stopped and stared at you, something about it was unsettling. "T-Toby Rogers?"
Toby froze, his full name catching him completely off guard. He hadn't heard anyone say it since he had started working for Slenderman. Cody was the first to react, hand grabbing your mouth and pulling you into his chest. You felt a stabbing pain in your neck, the speed that you had been grabbed at had rendered you useless. Not that you would have been able fight for long, you felt him push something into you and your body began to get heavy.
Your eyes never left Toby's, not until your legs gave out and your eyes closed. You could hear them mumbling before your mind had gone dark.
"How does he know your name?" Masky growled out. Toby snorted, looking at you as if you had just been dropped off by a U.F.O. "He was my best friend."
You opened up your eyes, straining because of the light. It took you far longer than usual to even begin stirring. Every part of you felt heavy, you let out a groan as you turned your head, jumping when you felt something cold pressing against your neck. It took you two goes before you could finally shift your arm up, falling against your chest. You widened your eyes in exasperation, hand almost wiggling its way up to your neck. It was thick and metal, with that adrenaline suddenly surging through you.
You got enough energy to shove yourself up into a sitting position, one hand grasping on what you figured was a shackle. You pulled against it and felt no resistance. A sudden snort almost sent your heart into failure.
Toby was sitting on a chair grinning, watching you as he leaned on his fists. His thick hair covered most of his face until he suddenly shot the side and smiled. "I-it's been so long!" He seemed completely different from the last time you had remembered seeing him. He was grinning at you and his eyes almost shined. Your eyes flickered around, he acted as if you weren't currently tied up like a dog.
You slowly nodded, swallowing down the saliva that constantly flooded your mouth. "You died.." You whispered, almost afraid to speak too loud. One thing had become abundantly clear. This was not the same Toby you had known. "Nope." Was all he said, the corner of his mouth twitching as his eyes got sharper.
His head snapped to the side, you had been used to the tick but the hollow smile he donned made it almost scary. You figured you shouldn't mention the past. You let out a shaky breath before you finally worked up the courage to speak more. "Why did you take me?" You tried to keep yourself as calm as possible, Toby stared at you for a moment before answering. "It was that or kill you." You didn't want to even attempt to unwrap that, choosing to just nod.
Toby leaned back, eyes roaming all over you. His face had gone straight, dark eyes piercing you into place. You took a second to take him in, he looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days and dark bags hung around his eyes.
He has broad, strong shoulders. In any other situation you may have started swooning, his biceps were also rather large. A mix of weight and labour gave him a strong look. It suited him well. He never stopped watching you, taking in the way your eyes racked over him.
It had absolutely been the last thing he had expected, he didn't remember much of his old life but he definitely remembered those pretty eyes. He remembered how much he had liked you, just how much of a pervert he had been towards you.
If he could go back he would've gone further, if he had known it would be years before you would meet again. He suddenly stood up, taking a few short steps towards the bed. You looked up at him through your lashes, trying desperately not to vomit in fear. Your only comfort was the fact he had chosen to keep you alive.
He slowly picked up the chain that was attached to the collar, your eyes trained on his hand. He gave it a tug and pulled you closer, you could feel your mind scream. You looked back up at Toby, sure he could see you tremble. He had a focus you had rarely seen on him, as if he was committing you to memory.
Toby finally did as he always had wanted to; pressing his lips against yours. It was like he snapped once you connected, pushing until you had fallen onto your back. Your hands pushed against his chest, muffled sounds breaking from you. It felt like trying to move a boulder, no matter how hard you pushed he hardly moved an inch.
His knee forced its way between your legs, pressing against your cock. Your eyes almost bulged out, you would have never expected this from him. He felt overwhelming, pushing you deep into the mattress. You tried once more to speak only to be cut off by his tongue, you pushed against him one last time before you began to kiss back. His tongue ran over every part of your mouth, lapping against your tongue.
Your hands fisted in his shirt, breathing coming out short and choppy as you struggled to keep up with him. He bit your lip as he pulled back, staring into your eyes. You had never felt so weak in your life, gasping as you stared up at him with parted lips. He didn't stay away from long, crashing his lip back to yours. His hands ran up your sides, only stopping to bury into your shirt before tearing it off of you. He grinned as he looked down at you, licking up some saliva that had followed after he pulled away.
You felt entirely vulnerable, your body coiling in closer. He followed you, reconnecting your lips. You could feel him grind against you, his bulge digging into your thigh. You hadn't let anyone this close before, Toby seemed to swallow you whole. He moved so fast you could barely think, heat and anxiety burning in your stomach. He swept you up so easily.
Everything about him was so familiar yet so foreign, yet he still smelled the same. You had forgotten just how good he did smell, it was like comfort and home. Although he had a smell of dirt to him, as if he spent a lot of time in forests.
You let out a wet gasp when he scraped a nail against your nipple, you couldn't help but almost pant. Your body felt electric, he left a trail of heat behind his roaming hands. Your lips separated with a smack, Toby breathing deep as he stared down at you. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this." He stuttered out, the corner of his mouth cocking up.
He almost looked threatening, looking down at you like you were the last cake on earth. He never gave you enough time to collect your thoughts, grabbing at you harder and tugging you impossibly close. His mouth latched onto your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin. Toby intended on covering you in bruises, a clear warning that you belonged to someone.
You hated how easy it was to cave to him, part of you knew how batshit insane this all was. Your childhood friend was no doubt dangerous, you could practically taste the violence that surrounded the brunet. Even if you hadn't given in, you had no doubt he would have taken you anyway.
You couldn't even bring yourself to be mad, hand coming to bury into his hair while your other clutched at his shoulder. You felt him suddenly bite into your collarbone and yelped, body twisting as he licked up the blood that began beading up.
"Won't let you go now i got you." He groaned out, his breath tickling your ear. You felt overwhelmed already, all you had done was makeout and dry hump yet you already felt ruined. You chalked it up to the fact it was Toby, the guy who had always had your heart.
He shuffled down you, taking the time to mouth your skin as he went. You could hardly keep still, body twitching as Toby sucked on your skin. The sound of the chain rattling was the only thing that kept snapping you back into reality, he made it too easy to forget the fact he had kidnapped you. Toby latched onto your nipple, eyes locked onto your face and watching as you fell apart.
You had tried to push him, his hands caught yours and pinned them to the bed. You bit your lip to hold back moans, back arching as you scrunched your eyes shut. "T-Toby." You gasped out, he paused just long enough to say. "S-say my name a-again." His hands let you go, not leaving you for long. You felt him grab your cock and you yelped, looking down at him through watery eyes. You repeated his name and he groaned, hands quickly yanking down your sweats.
You lifted your hips to make it easier on him, thighs notably shaking. Toby let out a breathy chuckle, the burst of air tickling your thighs. He licked along the crease of your thigh, pausing midway to suck a bruise into the skin. You watched as he pulled back to suck on his middle and ring fingers, eyes never leaving yours. That sight alone was enough to make you comply, your brain would never forget that image.
Nerves tore you up inside, you were worried it would hurt. That you wouldn't be good enough, he moved like someone with experience. At least more than you.
When he finally slid a finger into you he had to tell you to relax, your body tensing up far too much. "(Name) you need to relax." He rumbled, lips tugging before he pressed them to yours. His voice sounded rugged and raspy, almost enough to relax you alone. It wasn't long before you let out a moan, grinding yourself back onto his finger. Your fingers found their way into his hair, tugging the strands as you groaned into his mouth. He pushed another digit into you and started to scissor his fingers, almost drooling as you began to pitch up in your moans.
The kiss was sloppy, his teeth dragging against your lip and tongue occasionally. You pulled away, gasping against his cheek as he began to suck down your neck again. You felt him push another finger into you, leaving you almost choking as he stretched you further than you had dared to.
You were surprised you hadn't ripped through his shirt, your nails dragging almost painfully into his skin. Not that he felt it, he could feel the pressure but that was it. He was far too gone to care anyways, he had been patient enough. He was intent on making you his, all the years without you suddenly crashing into him.
He pulled his fingers from you, taking a moment to tease your hole. "T-Toby, please!" You choked out, tugging against him. The weight of distance had also worn on you, you were already so close yet you were desperate to close the little distance you had.
Toby pulled away just enough to unzip his jeans, pulling his thick cock out. You let out a whimper and he just smirked down at you. "It'll feel so good." He stuttered out, tongue flicking out to lick his top lip. You were a far better sight than he had imagined. He pushed your thighs over his shoulders, hands sliding down your thighs to your ass. His nails dragged against your skin as he pulled you onto his lap.
His cock felt thick against you, a weighted reminder of what was going to happen. He shuffled and you bit your lip, taking a deep breath. He wrapped one arm around your legs, pressing your thighs to his chest. His other hand guided his cock, Toby could feel you shaking against him.
"R-re-elax. I've got you now." You looked him in the eye and nodded slowly, trying to force yourself to relax. You grabbed the pillow under your head, holding onto it for dear life as Toby began to push into you. You threw your head back, eyes screwed shut as you let out a silent scream. It burned, it burned a lot. You felt Toby adjust, your legs tensing against his shoulders. He leaned forward, drawing a guttural groan from you as he pushed deeper. He pulled you into another kiss, messy and just distracting enough to make you start relaxing your body.
Toby gave you a moment before he began to slowly sink into you, swallowing up every whine and moan you let out. When he finally bottomed out your entire body was left quaking, your chest rapidly rising and dropping as you tried to cope with the new feeling. "So fuckin' pretty." Toby groaned out, shuffling to get a better balance.
"Thought about this so much, always wanted to be inside of you. So much better." Toby drooled out, his stutter getting worse. The first slam of his hips made you scream, body twisting as he dragged against your prostate. You swore that stars danced in your eyes. Your moan determined Toby, he wanted to see what other sounds he could drag from your pretty lips. He was almost convinced this was a dream, that he'd wake up and you wouldn't be there. He couldn't lose you again.
Your heels dug into his back, toes curling as Toby fucked into you with everything he had. You felt impractical, all you could do was lay there and moan like a whore. You said Toby's name like a prayer, practically sobbing it out. It felt like he was determined to make this unforgettable, every thrust deliberate. You cried out his name so sweetly he had to concentrate on not cuming. He wanted you to spill first, he groaned out your name.
Nothing you could have dreamed or thought up could be better than this, the feeling of Toby inside of you was driving you nuts. Suddenly he shot up, hovering over you. He gripped onto the headboard, thanking the lord it was wood. The new angle left you drooling, babbling words you weren't even sure existed.
You could feel him practically staring a hole through you, he watched you like a hawk. You whimpered when your orgasm began to get closer, your body arching as you tried to warn Toby. All you could do was let out a squeak, choking on your saliva. The grin he gave you let you know he understood, he knew you were about to tip over the edge. "Hah! T-Toby." You sobbed out desperately, hands grabbing at his thick biceps. Toby leaned down, kissing you sloppily as he ground into you. He pulled back just long enough to choke out. "Thats it, cum on my cock. Be a good boy." You cried his name one last time, orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave.
Toby didn't stop for a second, pounding into you so hard you almost swore you would cum again. Toby wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he shoved his face into your neck. He inhaled, shuddering when his nose filled with the scent of you. He missed that, he hadn't realised how desperately he had looked for something that just came within a fraction of even being close.
He came into you, grinding out his orgasm. Your hole burned, you felt like you were being dragged to your limits but you loved every minute of it. When he finally shot his load into you, it felt real. As if it proved that you finally belonged to him, only him. He'd bitten into your shoulder at some point, the pain only starting to hit now that your sweaty body's laying panting together.
"Can't let you go." Was all he said, playing with the chain that kept you to the bed. You smiled softly as you rubbed your cheek against his head. "Thats okay."
