detail from one of Norddeutscher Lloyd Bremen menu covers of the S.S. Kaiser ocean liners ~ 1908-1911 ~ Alfred Moritz Mailick (German painter and illustrator, 1869-1946)
hiii! I just wanna say that I love your fics sm and you’re an amazing writer🥹
This is my first request like.. ever😔 so I’m sorry if some things are kinda vague💔
so I was thinking a perv/stalker ray fic with a fem reader where the reader is like kind of into him being really obsessive…? if that makes sense..
I was also thinking that ray could be really rough when they eventually fuck🥹 anyway uhm maybe if you’re okay with writing it a bit of bloodplay??
other than that I don’t really have any specific ideas💔
I hope this isn’t a really weird request lol😭
fucking AMAZING request, I hope I didn’t mean the fic too weird
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Pairing: Stalker!Ray Toro x f!reader
Notes: dddne, manhandling, pervy and stalking, bloodplay, knife play, obsessive/possessive behavior, slight cnc, unprotected p in v, slight bondage
Inspo/Request: Above!
You and Ray were friends for a while now. He was cute, really weird, protective, and clingy. It was clear he had a massive crush on you, and you loved how obsessed he was. It started off little and fun. Yes, Ray, I’ll be your little model for your new camera. Yes, Ray, I’ll star in a little movie you’re making with your camcorder and I’ll be the slutty actress. He started pushing his limits more with requests. I guess, Ray, you can install cameras in my place to protect me. I guess, Ray, you can sleep in my bed when we have sleepovers. Then it started to get to a point where you said no to him, which made him mad. There’s no point in mentioning the things you said no to, because in the end, he always got his way.
This resulted in him being such a cockblock. The man you allowed to live out his sick little perverted stalking fantasies on you, with his cameras and videos and how he stole your shit but didn’t know you knew, always ensured any other guys were around you. Until you were sick of it. Tonight, you had a date, so you got completely freshened up to the nines, prepared in a lovely outfit for your date. The moment Ray seen you doing all the pampering things you’d do for a date on his cameras in your apartment, he rushed over, your stolen apartment keys in hand to open the door. Ray found you standing in front of the living room mirror, just finishing up as you applied the perfume he has huffed so many times.
“Where are you going?” Looking you over, he knew. Careless, you replied simply. “Out.” “Out where? With who?” Further pushing, Ray stalked up to you from behind, watching your wrists rub the beads of scent together before applying them to your neck. Even moving your hair out of the way for you to do it. “To a bar, to meet a guy.” His gaze met yours in the mirror, anger seething behind them. “To meet a guy? But…. But (Y/N), I brought my new camera for us to try out!” There was now something convincing in his expression, arms slowly wrapping around your waist. “I got a new camera and wanted to do another shoot!” But you weren’t having it, whipping around. “I’m going out, Ray. It sucks you have no other girl to cling to, but I want to get laid. I can’t do that with you constantly up my ass.”
That anger returned to Ray’s expression, his jaw tightening. When you tried to walk past him, he gripped your wrist. “You’re not going out.” The tone of his voice was flat, cold, sounding like the anger of a toddler not getting what he wants but deadly. You didn’t break eye contact, standing your ground. “Yes, I am.” Simple, daring him, as you try to yank your wrist away, just for Ray to begin manhandling you. Pressing you firmly against the wall, one hand holding your two wrists behind your back, his body firmly keeping you in place, and the other hand drawing a switchblade from his back pocket. Carved into it was your name and a heart. It wasn’t held against you, but just to you, as if reminding you who was in charge.
Ray chuckled as you gulped nervously, eyes flicking between the weapon and him. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he would drag the knife from one temple, down your jaw, under your chin, and up on the other side while talking: “You’re not going out. You’re gonna stand him up like the slut you are. You’re going to stay in and let me play with you. I know you want this, I know your cunt is probably soaked right now seeing the pretty blade I’ve always carried for you, but there’s a safe word if you’re actually scared.” Giving you the safe word, he continued. “You’ll use it if you need to. But I know you want this. Don’t you?” Shakily, you nodded, making Ray smile. “Tell me you’re not scared to use the safe word. Use that big girl voice.” Swallowing against your dry throat once more, you found words forming, “I’m not scared to use the safe word.”
Smiling proudly, he now dragged the knife lower, along your collarbone. “There,” he hummed, “so you understand if you’re moaning stop, I’m not gonna stop? I’m only gonna stop if you say the safe word.” “I understand.” Once you quickly nod, Ray’s knife settled right between your collarbone, the point digging in but not piercing the skin. The coldness and sharpness made you unbelievably wet, along with how easily he restrained you. “You like the knife, don’t you? Want to break the skin just a little?” Shamefully, you nod eagerly, biting your lip while watching where he holds the knife. But he takes it away. “Come on. Follow me.” Following him, he takes a seat on your living room couch, you standing in front of him while he spreads his legs open.
That predatory glare stared you up and down, before pulling you in slightly by the hip. The knife was pressed against your body again, but this time dragging along the seam of your clothes, forcing enough pressure for the cloth to rip. Completely ruining your clothes, he smiles, tossing the destroyed outfit aside. “Can’t wear that out again now. Not like you can sneak past me to try and go out and fuck some guy anyway.” The type of top that was on required no bra, so you took your hands up to cover yourself. He shook his head, taking you by the hips to make you mount him, your hands coming away from your chest to keep your balance on his shoulders.
One hand travels lower, between your legs, over your panties to feel the wet patch that makes him laugh. The patch of your lacy panties were soaked, he just had to feel how wet your bare pussy was. He pulls the flimsy fabric aside, running his thick fingers through your soaked folds with a deep moan. “This is how your body reacts when I hold a knife to you and trap you against me? Should tie you up, shouldn’t I?” No more hands on you, he unbuckled his belt, taking it off fully before putting your hands behind your back. The leather is looped around your wrists, tied tightly so you can’t get the out. Unbuttoning his pants, Ray pulls his cock out, pumping it a few times and letting you take in the sight.
Definitely hung, Ray’s tip had eager white beads producing from the tip of his girthy, above average length. It’d definitely be a stretch, with how long you’ve been cock blocked by him and not having sex with anyone. As if he could just stick it in with no lube, he began to pull your panties to the side, but you quickly shook your head no. “Ray, Ray, you don’t got a condom or something?” You chuckle nervously, considering protection and some more slickness needed. But Ray didn’t listen, pushing his tip inside you with one harsh push that made you cry out, dropping your head to his shoulder. The stretch burned sk good, your thighs quivering as you tried to keep balance on your knees. Ray brought his hands to your hips.
“Easy, easy. You can take it. You’ve been dying to have a cock inside you, haven’t you?” His grip on your hips brought your weight all the way down, being sure you were fully sat on his dick while trying to accommodate to his size. Finding the knife, Ray brought it back, dragging it up and down your back as if it were the comforting touch of his fingers. Involuntarily, it made you clench around him, making Ray groan. “Awww, you like that, don’t you? That I could press a lil too hard any second and make you bleed?” With a whimper, you nodded, still feeling dizzy from how big the stretch is. He taps the knife on your back, digging in slightly. “Eyes on me, Angel. Wanna see you while you take me raw.”
Shakily, you pushed yourself up to be face to face with him. “Move.” Ray pushed the knife into your skin, just for a little pinch, a small threat that you better start riding him. Rising your hips up slowly, you sank back down just as slow, Ray sighing. “Faster. Take it, baby.” He lifted his own hips up to give you a push as you used the muscles in your legs to bounce up and down on his cock, rising with your strength, just to let go and slam on his cock. Noises of skin meeting skin began to fill the room, along with your broken scratchy moans from how he felt kissing your cervix. Your moans mixed with Ray’s whimpers that contrasted his aggressive tone and presence. “There ya go. Riding me like you mean it. Fucking loving it too, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” You squeak, head thrown back with your eyes fluttering shut. One of Ray’s hands rest right above your ass, the other taking the precious blade from the dip of your throat, down the valley of your breast, tickling along your tummy. “How bout I give you a little knick to remember? Want me to make you bleed, precious?” You nodded, licking your lips as you nervously watched his every move, until he just gave a slightly deep, almost cat like scratch to your belly that made you gasp. The sight made Ray’s cock twitch as you tightened around him, and he just tossed the knife elsewhere on the couch, gripping your hips to begin fucking up into you.
A loud moan fell from your lips, head falling back with your entire body dependent on Ray. He kept you balanced, big hands having your hips in a death grip. The way he fucked you had your cunt burning in the best way possible, while he rambled about how good he felt himself. “So so so tight, baby, god…. L-Look so pretty bleeding for me too. Wouldn’t want any other guy to do that to you, would you? You just like having me as your little perv to fill you up?” Despite your head feeling dizzy, being the reason you couldn’t answer, but Ray didn’t take that as he began aggressive, quick, timed apart thrusts deep inside you. “‘M talking to you, precious. Answer me.”
Trying to speak between moans, you nod. “Feels s-so good and- and ‘m all yours.” As a reward, Ray resumed his harsh fucking, smiling as you lost control again. “There you go. Why don’t we finish up that little cut, huh? Think you can rub your clit and ride me while I carve into your pretty body?” His thumb swiped over the cut, making you whimper while his other hand released your wrists. You were quick to comply, one hand on his shoulder to help you bounce while the other rubbed your clit. Carefully, Ray took the blade to the vertical line, pressing down for another little right diagonal cut. Then from that cut, a little one going to the left diagonal. Finally, a long right diagonal one below the half diamond shape, fully forming an “R”.
The pain and pleasure you were receiving really pushed you to the edge, rubbing your clit really hard while whining. “‘M gonn cum, I’m- I’m gonna, R-Ray!” While you kept rubbing your clit, Ray began thrusting up so you didn’t do all the work, loudly moaning along with you. “Come on, angel, cum on my fucking cock. Show me how you like it when I force you to have sex with me. Didn’t even use the fuckin safe word because you love my cock sosososo much.” How Ray spoke just pushed you over the edge, clamping down on his cock while you convulsed, falling forward while biting into his shoulder. The feeling of your teeth and cunt clenching him made him shoot his load deep inside you, fucking it into you until you fall limp against him.
Ray carefully moved you to lay on the couch, leaving to the bathroom and returning with a first aid kit and warm cloth. Without a word, he wiped the sweat off your forehead, neck, and chest, then cleaned between your legs. Snapping open the optic box, he began to clean the initial shaped wound, with the complete proper care. Disinfecting it, cleaning it, bandaging it, until placing a tender kiss to the area. You watched with heavy eyes, exhausted from getting the fuck you’ve been dying for from the shy, sweet guy you know. He left once again, coming back with his backpack, inside his camera. The camera shuttered while taking a picture of your beautiful state, then he placed it aside.
“You can keep that one. For memories. You know I already have plenty more.”
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