!!!Creepypasta Lemons!!!

ticci toby x reader

Today started how any other day starts for you. The same boring thing: get up, get dressed, eat, go to hell (high school), go home, go to bed repeat. Today you woke up late.

"Fuck!", I stumble out of bed and run to my closet. I skip breakfast and sprint out the door to the bus stop. You arrive just as the bus pulls away.
" Ugh! Forget it." You sit on the curb and think. You don't want to go back home to your house because your parents will yell at you and probably hit you, again. Your finger tips brush the purple bruises under your purple and lime green hoodie. You shiver and decide to spend the day exploring your town. Your town is pretty small but you still haven't had much of a chance to explore. You go back to your house and quietly set your bookbag in the front porch beside the washer where hopefully your parents won't see it and run across your back yard and into the woods. You smile as you leap over called trees and find your favorite paths. Your tired so you decide to walk for a bit. Up ahead you see a cabin you never noticed before and quietly approach it. You put your right hand in your pocket and grip your switch blade in case a wild animal is inside. You nudge the front door with your foot and it creaks open enough for you to slip inside. With a little wiggling you enter what is supposed to be somewhat of a living room. You scan your surroundings. An old sagging black couch and not much else besides a makeshift fire pit in front of the couch. You reach down and touch the burnt coals. You feel shivers run up your spine when you feel warmth still coming off the coals. You stand up and slowly walk into the next room. The floor boards creak loudly under you and then you hear rustling above you in the attic.
"It's probably bats... Or squirrels...", you reassure yourself but a knot forming in your stomach tells you it probably isn't. You continue on with curiosity over weighing your fear. You enter the kitchen with an old farmer sink that probably used to be white and sagging cabinets that are nearly barren... Until you open the one above the gas stove. A box of pancake mix, syrup, and a waffle iron. You take out the waffle iron but it's still warm to the touch so you quietly set it back and quickly turn around. The hair raises on the back of your neck when you hear foot steps directly above you. You look to your left and see a staircase the leads up. You pull out your knife, and start up the stair case. You grip your weapon and test the steps as to make little sound as possible. Your almost to the top when you glimpse over the top step and scan the area. The attic is an open area and it seems much cleaner up here. You see a bed with red sheets and a blue, moth eaten quilt. You go up one more step and see a table with stuff on it and when you look the other direction you freeze. A guy about your age is facing away from you sharpening hatchets. You gasp as you see a rag stained pink next to him. The guy stops and turns around to face you. You squeak and stay still as if playing dead. He's wearing a striped mouth guard and orange goggles. His shaggy brown hair sticks up at odd angles and his hoodie is stained with blood and so is his pants and shoes. He gets up and starts towards you and before you realize it your turned around and jumping down the stairs two at a time. His heavy footsteps are gaining on you and you think of a place to hide. You take a sharp right and your side hits the door frame but you get inside the spare room and slam the door behind you as you see him just a few feet away. You flip the lock and scramble back and sit against the wall with your legs up to your chest. You try to calm down your breathing and look around for a place to go. You see a dirty rusted window and try to open it but to no avail.
"Fuck, I don't want to die!", you say this just as the other side of the door goes quiet. You then hear a loud thud and crack as a hatchet sinks through the door. You scream and stumble back and kick at the window. The hatchet makes quick work of the door just as you shatter the window. You try to crawl out the window when a hand grabs you around the waist and throws you on their shoulder. You knee his mid section and then realize you must have dropped your switch blade when you ran. You curse and wiggle out of his grip and drop to the floor with a thud.
"Shit" he swears under his breath and turns around and tackles you. You claw at him and growl as he tries to restrain you. He grips both your wrists and holds your arms above you head with one hand and when you knee him where the sun don't shine he punches you and your vision swims out of focus. You stare up at him as he punches you again and everything goes black...

*time skip*

You wake up with your arms above your head tied to the bed with rope. You groan as your head starts to hurt. You open your eyes to see the guy from earlier standing above you staring at you. You cringe away and he chuckles.
"I don't blame you for running away when you saw me, but when you tried to knee me in the family jewels you really shouldn't have done that" he pulls down his mouth guard and grins down at you and his eyes rake down your restrained body. You blush and whimper as he smiles again at you and walks away. He comes back with your switch blade and chuckles as he climbs onto the bed and straddles your hips. You twist and try to buck him off but he's heavier and stronger than you. He takes the bottom of your shirt and bunches it up until it's just beneath your breasts and in one swift motion he cuts it off you and you shiver as the cold air hits you. Lucky you wore a bra today. Just as you think that he slices your bra and discards what's left of your shirt and bra. He leans down and attacks your neck. You mewl as he quickly finds your sweet spot. You rub your legs together as he abuses your sweet spot and leaves a purple hickey. You feel him grin and he bites your shoulder, collar bone, and neck.
"Please stop..." You whimper as he trails down to your breasts.
"By the looks of it you wish anything but..." He whispers.
Shivers run up your spine as he takes your left nipple into his mouth. You gasp as he flicks his tongue against it. He bites it and rolls it between his teeth and you gasp and arch you back. He switches to your other nipple and gives it the same treatment. Your breathing hitches as he starts trailing further down.
"No! Please don't!" You gasp as he sits back and slowly undoes your pants. You close your eyes and hid your face in your arm as you feel him slowly slide your jeans down and off. You feel the cold metal of your switch blade cut into your thigh. Your eyes flash open and you see him takes great care into etching a circle with an x through it on your thigh. You bite your lip in pain as he maneuvers the blade. Tears slip down your cheeks as blood beads on your skin and slowly trails down to the sheets. He puts the switch blade away and leans down. He blows on the cut symbol and then starts licking away the blood. You try to twist away as his tongue laps up the mess. He grins and crawls back up to straddle your hips. He kisses you roughly and he bites your bottom lip asking for entrance. You deny him and he growls. You feel his hand snake down your stomach and rub you through your panties. You feel heat pool deep in your hips and ache and throbs as he continues the slow, teasing pace. He pulls your panties to the side and slide a finger in. You gasp and he takes advantage and started exploring your mouth. You begin to kiss him back as the ache in your core becomes unbearable. You grind your hips as he adds a second finger and pumps into you. You feel him press against your hip. You gasp as you realize the size of him.
"Someone's enjoying this a little too much..." He chuckles in my ear as he pulls his fingers away. I gasp from the lack of friction and rub my thighs together as I watch him take off his hoodie and see his muscles stretch in his shoulder and his six pack.... He has a sick pack. I blush and stare as he unbuttons his pants and gets up and takes them off leaving him in only his boxers. I see the tent in his boxers and my jaw drops. I'm practically drooling. He sees me watching and smiles and growls as he pounces onto the bed and prowls up my body. I hold my legs together but he gets his knee between them and forces them apart. I growl as he forces my legs apart and brushes it roughly against my panties. He hooks a finger into each side of my panties and tugs. I squirm and arch my back as he tugs as them. He then rips my panties off and throws them over his shoulder and grins.
He lifts up my hips so I partially rest on his spread legs and he holds my legs around his waist and pulls his boxers down and his member springs out. I stare at it in shock as he positions himself at my entrance and slightly presses his tip in. I moan and arch my back. He roughly grips my hips and shoves his entire length into me. I throw my head back and my back arches up pushing me harder on him as I silently scream in pain. He slowly pulls out until only his tip in inside then rams back in roughly. I moan and cry out in pain and pleasure. After several more similar thrusts the pain turns into pleasure. I groan as he starts ramming in faster and I cry out and throw my head back as he hits my g spot. The knot in the bottom of my stomach winds tighter with each time he shoves his shaft into me. From the sound of his hitched breathing and the pulsing on his member he's also close. I start shaking as I rise higher and higher until finally I reach plateau and with a couple more thrusts I come hard. I wriggle and moan as I tighten around him in ecstacy. He groans loudly and I feel him give a few more pumps and pull out. He sits down on the bed and smiles at me as I pant. He gets up and walks over to the table I saw earlier. He picks up my switchblade and returns to the bed. He stares down at me as he flips out the blade and rests it softly against my neck. With a swift motion he slices across my neck. I stare at him as my mouth opens to scream but no sound comes out. I feel cold start to numb my body as he smiles down at me. The bed soaks up my life as my vision tunnels black then red. Then nothing as my last moments were listening to him chuckle to himself as I die.