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creepy guy / timofey thingymajiggy (requested)
ITS DONE!! (I think. Unless I forgot to add something, which is very possible.) But I CANNOT... I want him so bad myan...
Creepy guy x reader headcanons
Tw, stalking, intense masochism, voyeurism, maybe other things I have no idea
can i request some fic with fem!reader x creepy guy, which the reader refuses to hurt him physically? nsfw too, please? 🙏
hi anon! i don't do fem readers, not at the moment at least, so i made it gn. short as fuck and kinda ass sorry </3
you understand he might've come to like pain ─ but you didn't, and you didn't like causing that pain either. you can't even force yourself to try and give into his request when you're straddling his lap, half clothed. his eyes are wide when you pull back to look at him, a frown on your face when you realize he's expecting that pain he asked of you.
you huff, shaking your head, "i'm not g'nna do that," ─ before he can say anything to the rejection, you continue, "besides you don't need me to hurt you to feel good, right?" ─ as if to prove your point you grind down in his lap, and he gasps when your sex meets his erection.
"oh, please!" he moans, jerking his hips to meet yours, precum sticking to your thighs. his arms wrap around your waist, and when you look down you can see the way he drags his unclipped nails across the skin on his arms, leaving red marks in their wake. you refused to cause him pain under your hand, so he had taken to hurting himself.
you frown as you reach behind you to grab his cock, gripping onto his shoulder tightly despite yourself as you slowly sink down. breathing heavy, he buries his face in your neck, and something wet meets your neck, and you wonder if he's drooling or crying (or perhaps both). adjusting to the intrusion, you rest your weight on his lap, both of your arms now resting around his shoulders while he mumbles against your neck something you can't understand. he bucks up into the feeling of you, and you groan.
coaxing his head away from your shoulder, you get a look at his face, flushed red, eyes glossy with unshed tears, and drool on the corner of his lips (and you feel a little flattered, knowing you had reduced him to this despite hardly doing much at all).
you roll your hips with a sigh, tilting your head and smiling at him something pleased, "see?"