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rafeysdoll · 26 days

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fashion show with rafe cameron.. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

authors note: i don’t know if i hate this but i hope you guys like it <3 please please reblog if you guys enjoy this as a sign of support, it really really helps and reassures me that my work is appreciated. >.< love you all.

“and this one? you like it, papi?” you asked softly, approaching your boyfriend who was laying on his bed, an obvious bulge in his gray sweatpants. this was your fourth little outfit you had shown rafe, and this was the one you knew he’d like the most. a white lacy dress that squeezed around your perky swollen tits, ending mid thigh— loose around your ass cheeks. perfect for him to sneak a hand up during the night.

you were his girl. his beautiful, sweet and loving girlfriend he couldn’t help but want to fuck almost every hour of the day.

“fuck, yeah. do a little twirl for me, come on. come on,” he urges, twirling his own index finger in the air as if saying it wasn’t enough. when you twirl, he smirks to himself before licking his lips. “yea, yea alright. this might be a favorite,” he whispers, mostly to himself, slowly lifting himself up to sit up on the bed— his back against the bed frame.

“here, come a little closer,” you bite your lip to hold back the giggle you wanted to let out, butterflies flying around your stomach. he moves his hands to wrap about your waist, trailing them down to the clothed flesh of your asscheeks. “don’t think i can continue this uh, haul without a little break, doll.” he hints, tugging you a little closer to the bed. you quickly take the idea and sit on his lap.

ten minutes in, you’re already in tears as your legs tremble around his waist, bouncing frantically with your sex fiend of a boyfriend assisting you with his hands around your waist. “ohhh, oh papi!,” you whine pathetically, holding his biceps in your arms and squeezing them when his tip touches that gushy spot in you just right. your new nightgown discarded on the floor next to you.

“yeaaa? that feel good, baby?” he groans, his forehead veins popped out with the way he concentrates moving you up and down his throbbing cock. you nod eagerly, whimpering at the way he pounds your wet heat.

he couldn’t care less about the noise complaints ward was going to give him because all the ungodly, pornographic noises you were letting out with the way your cunt was perfectly drenching him. your pretty little face twisted in pleasure.

you were too delirious and dazed to even realize there was anyone but rafe in this moment, squealing when he taps on your cheek lightly when you close your eyes.

“ah! .. ‘m sorry papi, feels good!” you squeak, whimpering when you look down to see the way he enters your puffy pussy, drilling his way inside you. whining, you look at his eyes with tears— “p-please, please… can i cum?” you confess, struggling to find your voice with the way he was pounding you.

all it takes was a nod and a “i’m right behind you, baby” for you to take a deep breath and squeal as you leak your milky cum around his cock, your hole clenching around him just enough to reach his own breaking point. he makes sure to reach the deepest point he could get before releasing inside your warmth, his balls tightening as he grits his teeth and growls through his nose.

“take it princess, take it,” he grumbles, letting out a shaky breath when he finishes, letting you fall gently on his chest, cradling you.

“mm.. was so good papi,” you mewl, not thinking straight— in a floaty mindset with the he just railed you. reduced into nothing but a panting flustered mess in his arms, the mixture of hot cum starting to leak out of your hole when he slowly pulls you up so he could pull out his softening cock. “look at all that cum, ma. look,” he whispers softly, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head when you look down to look. “really fucked that pretty pussy to the brim, huh baby?” you whine at his vulgar words, pouting and lightly smacking his chest. “papiii!” you whimper as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“love you princess.”

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aliceyed · 9 months

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shy

summary: yeonjun attempts to confesses (kind of) to his crush

pairing: crush!yeonjun x fem!reader

genre: classmates to potential lovers, fluff!

warnings: a peck on the cheek, cursing

inspired by this fic: ❤️

"you guys wanna go back home?" yeonjun turned to look at his friends who seem to be distracted by someone in the distance.

"oh my god, is that y/n?" beomgyu nudged him on the shoulder.

attempting to sooth the pain on his shoulders he takes a closer look. shit. trying to run away he was quickly stopped by soobin holding his arm.

yeonjun wasn't sure when this crush developed, ever since the start of high school he has always admired you from the distance too afraid to talk to you. well he talked to you once when you were paired up with him for a science project (yeonjun forever grateful to his science teacher). but how could he possibly talk to you, you were way out of his league (in his opinion). his friends also eventually caught on to his crush after noticing him always staring at you in the hallways and teased him for it.

anyways, yeonjun is currently hiding his face in hopes that you won't notice him as kai walks up to you with a suspicious look on his face. if you weren't here yeonjun would have probably beat his ass.

"hii y/n! yeonjun here really wants to say hi to you!" yeonjun was trying really hard not to slap his friend right now.

your ears perked up as you put your phone down and see an embarrassed yeonjun hiding behind a smiling soobin. soobin steps aside pushing yeonjun to you and gestures to the rest of the group. the 4 of them runs away leaving you with an extremely red yeonjun avoiding your gaze.

"so-"

"I'm really sorry about my friends if you want me to leave I can just go..." scratching his neck and looking down.

"no it's ok um we can talk." you said shyly to him.

he thought you looked to cute right now and was resisting the urge to pinch your cheeks. you guys stood there awkwardly blushing and stuttering.

the group of friends eavesdropping behind a tree were running out of patience.

"HE WANTS YOUR NUMBER DAMN IT!" taehyun shouts embarrassed for yeonjun.

your eyes widen in shock and yeonjun turns even more flustered (if that's even possible), and swears he's gonna kill his friends after this.

giggling a bit to yourself you put out your hand for him, "you could have just asked."

yeonjun frantically pulls out his phone to put it in your hands, typing in your number you give back his phone with a sweet smile making yeonjun's heart beat impossibly faster. he stared at your figure as you started to walk off looking at the contact you saved "yn❤️" the smile on his face growing bigger.

"IDIOT WALK HER HOME!" beomgyu shouted from the tree. as the realization hit him he quickly ran after you making sure to remember to s̶l̶a̶p̶ thank his friends later.

while walking you suddenly feel someone run up to your side. you continued walking home in comfortable silence before yeonjun finally decided to strike up a conversation.

"sorry again for my friends, I would just really like to be friends with you." yeaaa friends.

you both started small talk and you really enjoyed your walk. time seemed to fly as you already reached your doorstep.

"thanks for walking me back yeonjun." omg she knows my name!

"no problem, thanks for um your company," yeonjun smiles warmly to you.

suddenly feeling a surge of confidence you decide to do something you may or may not regret. leaning closer to him, you give him a small peck on his cheeks. omg did this really just happen.

yeonjun was frozen in place, his mind went blank. thanking him one more time you turn to enter your house leaving a wide-eyed yeonjun outside. he was never washing his face ever again.

#txt #txt x y/n #txt fluff #txt x reader #txt x you #yeonjun x reader #txt fic #txt fanfic #tomorrow x together

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eeeeuuughggg · 6 months

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How do u feel abt Larry headcanons? I loved your sal hcs

larry johnson hcs

note: ok,, i'm so happy i'm starting to get asks ‼️

it's no secret that's he's a massive stoner. he smells kind of similar to sal except the weed smell is a LOT more potent and he probably uses axe body spray...

his first bong was probably a gatey. mainly uses blunts for when he's have a long smoke sesh - cus after all, they do take longer to burn and taste better cus they're a mix.

most dates r typically smoke sessions or he'd definitely take you to an abandoned place to tag your names or initials.

omg omg ok when he's high he DEFINITELY goes and raids the nearest 7/11. he always wants donuts and he will ravage that shit like it's the last donut on earth and he's fighting to have it😭

we all know he's a bit lanky, but he wins pretty much every fight he's in. he's kind of feral. he throws a mean ass punch bro

he has a loud ass stereo in his room and BLASTS music w it. like room shaking, ears ringing, eyes vibrating typa blasting...

he gets suspended sm. like, suspended so much it's a miracle that he hasn't been failed a year level due to his attendance.

none of the teachers really care too much about his smoking, they don't get paid enough to give a shit anyways.

i'm kind of conflicted trying to decide between whether he's an ass or tits man. regardless of gender, he loves all parts of ya regardless tbh.

oh my god, he totally watches midnight gospel when he's high. he's like "yeaaa man,, this shits deeeep"

he fucking loves piercings. no doubt. has an eyebrow piercing and a tongue piercing. was so sad when he found out he couldn't smoke for a bit until his tongue piercing healed. (he did it anyway and just used the antiseptic spray after his sessions)

he watches band documentaries like they're the most sacred thing on earth. has a whole youtube playlist for them with literally every band he likes. he's not a big fan on documentaries, obviously, but music ones are just different.

goes to kmart and prints out the worst pictures of his friends to glue into his locker and not so subtly point them out to his friends.

he collects cool looking lighters. mainly bic but he has a few zippo ones. he thinks the funky patterns are rad as fuck and just has a little container full of lighters under his bed.

he has like 7 half drunk water bottles on his nightstand and they grow by the day. nah they grow by the week, mans is obviously the most dehydrated fucker you'll ever meet.

majority of his wardrobe are dirty ass stained band shirts and baggy jeans. notable mentions are studded belts and crusty ass socks with combat boots and converse.

when it's winter, you will NOT see this man without a beanie. they're a must have. he jus gets a little chilly

if you gave him a friendship bracelet or something, he will NEVER EVER take that shit off. he treasures it like it gives him superpowers or some shit

he probably spits a little when he talks 😭

yuck it's still kind of short sorry but i do hope you enjoyed this, anon !! 🙏

#sally face headcanons #larry johnson #larry johnson headcanons #larry johnson x reader #headcanons #fanfiction #larry johnson hcs

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sukioyakio · 5 months

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YANDERENERD!MIGUEL

YANDERENERD!miguel headcanons: More about his character (I don’t fucking know 🤷‍♀️)

Warning: Fluffish??Yandere stuff,killing,Etc idk,cock mentioning?

Author note: I had this in my draft and decided to finish this and serve y’all some food for being so busy,and quite frankly liked making this.AND YEAAA omg but I’m just going to get off topic here but the tyler the creator concert LOOKED SO AMAZING,like i was so sad I couldn’t go to the concert,but I WATCH IT‼️‼️HE JUST SO talented 🔥🗣️ anyway I hope y’all enjoy this.

Yanderenerd!miguel-who’s act normal In front of you.He is really sweet towards you and get whatever that you like,even if you haven’t told him that you liked that or these sweet.

Yanderenerd!miguel-who loves hearing about your day,everything about you he loves,your his little obsession.And he won’t ever get old of it.He loves hearing more information about yourself as an person.He will keep it as a memory for you.

Yanderenerd!miguel- who can’t stop thinking about you,especially in the holidays when you can’t go hang out with him.So he just stalks you and wherever your heading,Not that he wants to make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe,he just has to make sure that you’re still single for him,So he could have you,to be the only one to see you,to be the only one that beautiful smile everyday,to be the only one who can see you when not wearing any clothes.He wants to that person,he needed to be your everything,even if he had to kill some people in order for it.

Yanderenerd!miguel-who knows how to lift you up whenever your feeling down,he would pull you into a warm embrace,and let you nuzzle his neck he enjoys the feeling of you doing that to him while he rubs your back in soft motions with his rough colossal hands.Telling you in sweet words that you can do this,praising you.He enjoys the feeling how your breathing feels against his tough chest.

Yanderenerd!miguel - who’s look like a lost puppy in your eyes and whenever he around you.but the moment it someone try’s to get your attention or interrupts his little conversation.He would physically try not to show an vein;Even when some fucking person grab your attention from you.He will stand still and wait for them to go away,he eyes would twitch from how annoyed he is that how some fuck interrupted their conversation.He would clench his fist so hard and tightly to the point it white.Glaring that the person,sending them cold murderous glares.But the second you turn back to him,he would switch sides so quick.Showing his calm and gentle demeanor towards you,smiling softly at how much an size differences between you and him.Completely ignoring the person who still there.

Yanderenerd!miguel- just because he’s slightly built,when I mean slightly built it means that he isn’t completely jacked with his muscles like his original character,but his definitely has his biceps and thighs and shoulders doesn’t mean that he can’t beat the crap out of someone else.He is more then capable to kill somebody and know how to handle the situation,and not getting caught.The thing he hates is having to share his favorite toys as an little boy,and even now he doesn’t like the idea of having to share or even worst give away his precious toy away.

Yanderenerd!miguel-wouldn’t hesitate to kill them on spot after school.of course when it the time is right with no mercy.and I fell like Miguel would love you to pat his head even if it was a joke,he practically craves for your touch.He loves when you surprise him with little physical affection to him;like hugs,kiss on the cheeks playfully punching his chest,shoulders,or even when you pat him in the back he remembers the way your hands touch his skin,body yanderenerd!miguel loves it.He too sweet and kind (only to you)sometimes an making sarcastic mock toward you.You got an bit more close to him.Letting him relax with you in your own apartment as an sleepover,or just an to have an nice time with him.Letting in your own cave;He couldn’t help but get hard by the way your apartment smelled just like your sent. Sweet,Calming,Fun,Addictive,and just so delicious to drink up.The more he thought about it made his cock throb in his pants,tightening his pants more.He would definitely take it to remember for later when he alone.Just being there in your own apartment was like god testing him for how long can he keep his composure towards you.But he doesn’t do anything.And just enjoys his time with you.

Yanderenerd!miguel-would absolutely love to goes out with you even it meant bringing your whole girly group he loves it honestly,the way you smile at him for wearing some of your hello kitty clothes or even an bit of makeup..it make Miguel blush even redder.And You making a joke about why he’s so embarrassed by it.Hearing you laughing makes him playfully rolls his eyes,but none the less chuckles with you.

Yanderenerd!miguel-who’s doesn’t wear his own big glasses when he out tracking his the x marks,and wouldn’t even try to put his hair up.He very stealthy in the night,and knows to be very careful about his kills,it not like an 6,8 giant cant be hard to see from an far.But for an giant he was really good at it.

The reason he doesn’t use his glasses is so he doesn’t have to worry about them being damaged.He loves the look when his victims start screaming or just begging him to stop.He no sadtics no no but he just help but smile while torturing them.But he usually doesn’t show an ounce of emotion or empathy for them.He could let go of all his anger on to them,saying that their “making it hard for me to have *your name*”, “you were ruining my plans to have her”— “you honestly think your fucking funny trying to get her huh”—“It almost como si quisieras que te mataran ,how pathetic to think that you can have*your name*”—“IM going to enjoy every last seconds of my time hearing you screaming for mercy/help”. When he done with it,He just walks with a smirk on his face like he didn’t just kill somebody.

Yanderenerd!miguel-and if you went out to a bar with your friends Miguel wouldn’t mind joining too….it because to protect you and to see more of you.it just this side of him that he need to see you,it like a drug?? but a drug that he need it to satisfy his needs.and I feel like Miguel wouldn’t mind if your friend was a little touchy when there drunk and tipsy.But you,it infuriates you. You don’t know if it’s because your drunk or it because that nerd helps you out the most and was there for you more then your friends.whos know. but you slap there hands away from touching Miguel as you drunkly hold Miguel to stop you from falling on the floor.While slurring out of your pretty lips to your friends.He could feel your tits on his arm.. even through his glasses he was an blushing mess and the suddenly touch of your tit and head on his shoulders or arm.he honestly thought he was in heaven.

If you only let him love you,to have you.

He seriously Need to have you

THE END

I did not proread this,so sorry if there any grammar mistakes

Quote of the day by my friend:

“If I go low,I stay low”

I HOPE YALL LIKE IT

The person who asked for more:

@milkyardbetter

#miguel o'hara fluff #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel spiderverse

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xdaddysprincessxx · 8 months

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The Cabin in the Woods

Dave York x f!reader

Dark fic/dead dove, kidnapping, Dave is mean, dub/noncon, piv (wrap your Willy kids!) light dick sucking, dick biting, no description of reader other than having a vagina and grabbable hair, cream pie, scary dark basements, uhh probs some other things I’m forgetting but bottom line: this is dark. Dave is not a nice guy. Enjoy!

Summary: it’s been a few days since your world was turned upside down. Running on pure adrenaline, you plan on getting loose and running as far away as you can but can you outrun your kidnapper? Do you even want too?

A/n : yeaaa this is my first fic(?) idk I wrote this on my phone, purely horny brain rot for my suburban murder daddy. Not edited or beta’d. The more I look at this the more I hate it and feel like it doesn’t read well but in the words of the loml @toxicanonymity fuck it we ball

Your daily life has always been mundane. Predictable. Comfortable. You work, go home to a studio apartment just a few blocks from your office, every other day you order takeout, you try to workout and go out on the weekend but your couch and netflix stay calling your name. It’s the middle of September where it’s chilly in the morning but by the afternoon your sweating bullets so you decided to try and look cute by wearing your favorite black tshirt dress. Work is the same as always except you’ve recently been working on a new case, a murder/suicide. There’s something weird about this case though. A husband shoots his wife at the kitchen table before turning the gun on himself. No apparent marital problems beforehand, no affairs, no real motive behind why he would do it. And then there’s the blood splatter. It just doesn’t add up. There’s something strange about this case you just can’t place your finger on it.

It’s already half past 7 at night, you got lost in your work yet again and lost track of time. The office is empty and mostly dark. You can’t help but get the creeps as you leave your office and start walking towards the elevator. Not even half way down the hallway when you swear you hear a loud thud making you jump out of your skin as you turn around trying to figure out where the noise came from. With your heart in your throat, you pick up speed, walking towards the elevator. Just as your rounding the corner you run straight into a solid chest belonging to a very handsome man you’ve never seen before.

“Oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.” You stammer out as the handsome man just chuckles

“You outta be more careful sweetheart. Not good for your health to run into bad men.” the man said with a smirk

That’s a weird statement. Not good for my health? Bad men?? Your mind starts running wild as the handsome man snakes his arm around your back and before you can even react his other hand is coming up to your face, pressing a soaked cloth to your nose and mouth

“ Sorry sweetheart, it’s nothing personal.” is the last thing you hear before everything goes black.

You’ve always had weird dreams all your life. Even had some dreams that later came to fruition in real life. But this has to be the weirdest dream you’ve ever had. You dream of these beautiful brown eyes. Of a rough, deep voice. You can feel his hot breath on your neck while he whispers in your ear.

“ I need you to be a good girl for me sweetheart. This is for your own good.” As much as his voice alone has you turned on, you can’t help but have this nagging gut feeling that something is deeply wrong. You’re scared but can’t remember why. Suddenly everything around you melts away and your in a room you’ve never seen before. Blood red walls, a beautiful matte black four poster bed in the middle of the room. However you notice there’s no windows. That’s when you feel a hand on the back of your neck, guiding you towards the bed.

“Now I need you to do what I say sweetheart. It’s for your own good. Don’t fight me or try to run or else you won’t like the consequences.” the brown eyed man said in a low, rough voice. As soon as he said that, you suddenly find yourself at the bed. With his hand still on the back of your neck, guiding you, you climb up on the bed on all fours when he removes his hand. You don’t know why you feel the need to lay on your back with your hands above your head but that’s exactly what you do. That’s when you finally see the man standing above you as he tied your wrists together to the bed post. Just as he finishes tying you up, everything starts melting away into pitch black darkness.

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the light. It’s not super bright but bright enough when it feels like you’ve been stuck in a coma for a month. Your definitely in a bedroom, very simple. Just a regular full sized bed in the middle of the room. A small dresser to the right of it and a chair in the far right corner facing the bed and a man sitting in it. That’s when you realize your laying on your back with your hands above your head and that your wrists are tied together to a bed post above your head. Holy fuck do your shoulders hurt.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty. Or I guess good evening.” Dave says as he chuckles at his little joke.

The man! The mystery man you ran into before falling into this deep sleep. Wait no it wasn’t sleep. It’s all coming back to you now. He put a wet cloth over your nose and mouth. He used chloroform on you!

“Now that your awake, I’m going to need you to cooperate. This is for your own good sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you but you are playing a very dangerous game.”

“What? I don’t know what your talking about. I’m not playing anything! I swear! You must have me mistaken for someone else! Please! Let me go, I swear I won’t tell anyone about this just let me live please!” You try to beg as you find your voice again after being asleep for god knows how long.

“Aht see that’s where your wrong. You were working on the Bernstein case correct?”

Confused, you nod your head as best you can. What does work have to do with this?

“See here’s the thing sweetheart, my team and I, we’re bad men. We do bad things for money. And you, princess, were dangerously close to solving the mystery which would be very bad for my men and I.”

You lay there with a confused look on your face as the puzzle pieces begin to fit in your brain and suddenly you’re able to put 2 and 2 together. You knew there was something off about the case but you had no idea he had any involvement or who he even was.

“ I - I’ll stop working on the case! I’ll tamper with the evidence, throw them off your track! Please! I’m sorry! I won’t tell! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“I really do enjoy hearing you beg sweetheart.” Dave shakes his head and chuckles darkly. “But begging isn’t good enough. Not when it comes to this.”

As your mind starts racing a mile a minute, you subconsciously start to press your thighs together for a little crumb of friction. The dream you had about this mystery man had you turned on and now that your awake, seeing his face and hearing his voice more isn’t helping your little predicament. While your lost in your head you don’t realize he’s been watching you like a hawk and has noticed every little movement you’ve made.

The man moves closer to the bed your on when you snap out of your thoughts. “What are you thinking about pretty girl?” he asked as he sits down next to your body. You look up at him with wide eyes

“ I - uh nothing.” You manage to stammer out, knowing damn well he can see right through you. “ uh huh. Is that right? So you rubbing your thighs, squirming like that, that’s nothing?”

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. It’s like he can read your mind! You’ve literally been kidnapped and tied up but yet instead of trying to get out your brain is stuck on dick. Your own pussy has betrayed you! You can’t help but notice this dark look come over his face. A hungry look in his eyes. And you can’t help but press your thighs together even more, causing your squirming to increase.

The mystery man lays a massive hand on top of your thigh making you hyper aware of the fact your in a dress. He starts rubbing his hand up and down your thigh, sending chills down your spine. It’s been god knows how long since you’ve last been laid. And the first man to touch you in so long just happens to be your kidnapper?? The universe is playing a cruel joke on you.

Your breath hitches as his hand makes it’s way up your thigh. You can’t help but notice how large and veiny his hand is. How warm . .

He breathlessly says your name. “Look at you. You’re a filthy little thing. I’m a bad, bad man who could do anything he wants while your completely helpless. And all you can think about is how bad you want me right here.” The mystery man says right as his hand stops at the apex between your thighs.

Dave tsks, “Now what am I going to find when I lift this pretty little dress up? Huh? Soaked panties? A wet little cunt who wants to be used?” He says in the most condescending voice as he slowly lifts your dress up.

Embarrassed at the fact that he’s right. Your panties are soaked. You can clearly see the wet spot on your white cotton panties you had on. “ I- I uh I don’t d-don’t k-know-ow” you barely even stammer out, words completely lost to you.

“You y-you d-don’t know-ow?” He mimics your stuttering words, “oh princess I think you do know. I think you know just how bad you want me to touch you right now. How bad you want me to use my fingers, my cock to make this wet little cunt feel good. I thought you were gonna be my good girl? Good girls are honest and beg the bad men to fuck their cunts.”

You swear you damn near cum just from his words alone. “ I- I uh I . . “ you still can’t even get words out. As you try your hardest to find words, the mystery man oh so slowly takes his forefinger and runs it up and down your clothed pussy. Making you throb even more just from the light touch.

“ I- I want you to fuck me. Please.” You say as you look down, unable to look this man in the eye. You can’t believe you even said that. You don’t know who this man is, don’t know his name, you’re still tied up to a bed somewhere you don’t even know. What is wrong with you?

“There’s my good girl.” He practically croons as he starts to slowly pull your panties down.

He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him, “Now listen to me and listen carefully. The better you are for me and do what I say, the better all of this is going to be for you.”

“ Yes sir.” You said. On the inside, however, you’re speechless. What is even happening right now? Who gets off on being kidnapped and wants to fuck their captor?? Nothing in life has ever prepared you for this or even made you think a situation like this would ever even occur.

The mystery man’s hand leaves your face and goes to his belt and begins unbuckling his pants. All you can do is sit there, arms above your head, neck at a weird half up position and stare as he pulls his thick cock out. Your eyes widen as you see what exactly he had hidden in his pants. That is easily the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. It’s a good 7 inches if not more. Girthy as hell, a huge prominent vein. The head is a tanned pink and slows changes to a darker tan shade down the shaft. You can barely make out dark curls around the base but for the most part you can tell this man keeps it nice and trimmed down there. You had no idea he was gonna pull out a damn horse cock. And why is it making your mouth water?

The mystery man spits in his hand as he goes to stroke himself while his other hand goes back up to your pussy and slowly starts to circle your clit. Everything about this is so wrong but he feels so good.

Unable to stop yourself, you moan out loud, “Please” you croak out. Not sure what your asking for, just knowing you want more.

All he does is chuckle at your request. But nonetheless his forefinger makes it way down to your opening and dips inside. Just barely entering your wet heat and it has you on the verge of tears. After a couple of teases, Dave inserts his middle and ring finger into your pussy.

Oh the relief! Your whole body heats up from how good his fingers feel moving in and out of you. Maybe there is a god. Maybe this big, bad man is merciful.

After thrusting his fingers inside your sweet little heaven, Dave moves his hand away from your pussy and goes to stand up next to the bed, causing his dick to be right in your face.

“ You want a taste pretty girl? Go ahead stick your tongue out baby”

You do what he says quickly. It’s almost comical how fast you stuck your tongue and boy did he notice. Your starting to believe nothing gets by him. Except one thing. Your restraints. They’re tight but not tight enough. All you had to do was wiggle them just so and you’ve managed to loosen them up even more.

Dave takes his cock in hand and sits the head on your tongue. He gives it a little thrust while you do your best to swirl your tongue around the tip. Dropping your jaw wide open, he takes that as you want more and thrusts his cock half way in. The sudden intrusion caused you to gag around his cock, sending spit and drool down your chin.

He keeps thrusting into your mouth despite your gagging. It seems to only be turning him on even more seeing your teary eyes look up at him.

“Fuck princess. Your sweet little mouth feels like heaven.” Dave moans out as his eyes roll back.

That’s when you decide to take control of the situation. With your hands loose, you yank down, freeing yourself and bite down hard. A metallic taste floods into your mouth and you know you’ve drawn blood.

Dave’s enjoyment is cut abruptly when you bite his dick. He falls backward trying to get his dick out of your mouth and slips on his pants. You jump up off the bed and manage to get past him while he’s on the floor cussing, trying to nurse his injured cock.

You bolt out the bedroom door to reveal an open floor space. You quickly realize your now in the living room and make a dash towards what you think is the front door. After a few seconds of desperately trying to unlock it, you finally get it and bust out the front door onto the porch and down the stairs. From the looks of it, you’d say it’s probably about 6 or 7 o’clock in the evening. The suns going down, you might have another hour of light left. But you don’t care. You run full speed into the woods in front of you. All you know is the mystery man took you, brought you to a cabin in the middle of the woods, night is approaching and you’ve just escaped his clutches.

After running what felt like hours in no particular direction, you start to feel yourself tripping over sticks and leaves. You immediately start to fall to the side when you crash into a tree shoulder first. As you steady yourself and try your best to take deep breaths while also catching your breath is when you hear him.

“Sweetheart come on out. You and I both know you don’t know where you are but I do. I know these woods like the back of my hand.” he shouted out. The mystery man sounds close. You start to move as fast as you can without making a sound, practically holding your breath so you don’t get caught. You’ve managed a fast half walk half run from tree to tree, frantically moving your head all around to make sure you don’t see him coming towards you. As your hiding behind a rather large tree you decide to take a quick second and look from behind it to see if you can see him or not. When suddenly you hear a twig snap right behind you and that’s when you feel a large hand yank you by your hair, pulling you backwards into the mystery man himself.

Wrapping his other arm around you tight, with a death grip on your hair, he leans down by your ear and whispers “Gotcha.”

“You little fucking bitch. You bit my dick. I was being nice and showing you some mercy because you were being such a little slut and you bit. My. Dick. Now your gonna see the monster that I really am.” Dave growled in your ear.

With that he keeps a tight hold you as he shoves you down on the ground, belly first. His body following yours, Dave puts his full weight on top of you. With his hand still grabbing your hair, he pushes your face into the dirt and manages to lift your dress with his other hand.

“If you try anything else I swear to god I’ll make this even worse for you.” He spat on the side of your face as he pulls himself out of his pants. He quickly spits into his hand, lubing his cock up and thrusts into your still wet pussy. Fucking hell his cock splits you open. You have no time to get used to his cock inside of you before he’s thrusting like a mad man. You swear you can feel him in your stomach. Thank god for his ministrations from earlier because there is no way in hell you could’ve taken all of him without it.

“Such a fucking dirty little slut. I can feel this cunt squeeze my cock sweetheart. Don’t try and lie to me. You fucking love this.” Dave growls at you while his massive cock pounds your poor pussy. And he’s right. You do love this. The way his cock is splitting you open. The delicious way he’s forcing your pussy to take every inch. Even his body weight on top of you is making you gush around him. Both of you grunting, you from trying to get away and him from pounding the life out of your pussy.

“Ngh that’s right take this fucking cock slut. Take every fucking inch. Hnnn fuck yes. Fuck. Look at you, already cockdumb. Can’t fucking say a word, just taking it like the filthy little whore you are.” Dave grunts out as he continues to mercilessly fuck your pussy.

His words alone have you creaming. You can’t help but moan. No point in trying to hide it. You know he can feel it. You’re so wet and creamy now from his unrelenting cock. You’re so close, if only he would just touch your clit or you could move your leg just right and get a little friction where you desperately need it. You swear you feel him speed up and after a few more thrusts, you feel him pulse deep inside you.

“Fuck sweetheart. That’s it. Take my fucking load deep in that sweet pussy.” he says panting in your ear. After a few more seconds of him panting in your face, he sits up on his knees, still pinning you to the ground. He puts himself up, stands and yanks you by your hair once again to make you get up.

As he turns you to face him, you realize what a mess he made of you. Tear streaked face, dirt and leaves stuck all over your body and in your hair. Cum trickling down your thighs. The bastard looks you up and down and just smirks.

The walk back to the cabin was quiet. You knew you were fucked. Literally. As soon as the two of you re entered the cabin, he took a left turn instead of going towards the back where the bedroom was. Soon you approached a door with a chain lock. You knew deep in your soul you weren’t making it out of here alive. After unlocking the door, he opened it to reveal a set of stairs going down to what you assumed must be the basement.

Dave tightens his grip on your hair as he guides you down the stairs in front of him. Once you both reach the bottom, he turns you to the right and all you can see is a damp, dark basement. Two little basement windows are the only light source to help you see where you are. Cement walls, some boxes stacked on the far right wall, what looks to be a washer and dryer just a few steps in front of you. He flicks a light switch on, flooding the room with light, causing you to blink real hard because of the sudden harsh light blinding you. Dave continues to be silent as he walks you over to the other side of the boxes to reveal a set of cuffs attached to chains stuck in the cement wall. He lets go of your hair only to shove you down on the ground and put a cuff on each ankle. Wordlessly he chains you up and turns back around to go back upstairs.

“Wait!! Wait! Please don’t leave me down here! I’ll be good I promise!! I’m sorry for earlier! I won’t do it again! Please!!” You begged. You pleaded to him to not leave you only for him to stop and turn to look at you

“It’s too late for that sweetheart. Begging will get you nothing. Your lucky I’m putting you down here when I should take you out back and put a bullet between your pretty eyes.” And with that he turns the light back off and stomps up the stairs, leaving you all the alone.

- I hope y’all enjoy this! My first fic ever! So I’m super nervous lol I do hope it’s good and reads well, the perfectionist in me is saying it’s horrible and delete, delete, delete but I’m not. Im posting it lol but yea if y’all like it I could definitely do a part 2(:

Tagging a few of ya that encouraged me to write this and a few I think would enjoy(:

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hyunjin, do you like having a dick?

pairing: boy bsf hyunjin x f.reader

contains: crack, drama queen hyunjin, the word dick and a whole conversation about dicks (well, clearly, look at the tittle) and some other curse words, mentions of periods and menstruating. mdni.

note: hihihi, LFMAOAOA OK SO, idk where the idea came from but is so fucking random i swear 😭, i also chose hyunjin for this bc his dramatic ass is perfect for this silly scenario, hope u enjoy!

you came out of the shower, cheeks flushed from the hot water and hair smelling like your favorite fruit scented shampoo. once you had on some comfy pajamas on you walked towards your bedroom–were hyunjin was ofc.

“you took like five years” his back was resting on the bed’s headboard, he had been reading a book or something while you were showering.

“shut up” you threw him the little towel you were using to dry your hair as you just fell on top of the bed, letting a big sigh out “im so jealous of you right now” you said with your face buried in the soft pillows.

“first of all, how dare you throw your dirty towel on my beautiful face,” the disgusted face he made was crazy “and second, jealous of?”

you sat up, tugging your hair behind your ears before taking a deep breath “wait hold on before you say anything” he put the book aside and stretched, giving you that ‘let it out’ stare.

“it’s not that bad, it’s just..” you played with your hands but soon stopped when you remembered you were talking to hyunjin, the mf knows everything about you so why would you be ashamed of sharing this?

“i’m on my period, i’m cramping so fucking bad, and like do you know what is it to have to deal with cramps? imagine you are peacefully sleeping, on a friday night after eating the most scrumptious pizza ever and you feel like your life is perfect because oh man, what can go wrong? i just ate and i’m happy and i’m sleeping. WELL NO! A FUCKING CRAMP THOUGHT IT WAS OKAY TO SHOW UP IN MY SLEEP AND WAKE ME UP!” you slapped the mattress, okay well you maybe had to let some things out.

“AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED WHEN I STOOD UP MY BED AFTER I WAS AWAKENED BY THAT BITCH? A BIG, oh hyunjin when i tell you it was big is because it was. A BIG ASS RED-“

“OKAY NO NEED TO GET SPECIFIC I GET IT, BREATHE” he caressed you back to comfort you.

he couldn’t help it but laugh at the way you were trying to catch your breath “come here” he patted his lap as in a way of telling you to rest your head on it, so you did. “you’re crazy” he said while playing with your now not so wet hair.

“it’s just so annoying sometimes like ugh”

“i can’t say i relate like i always do, but you’ll be fine. it’s normal, just make sure to rest and not be climbing the walls like the weird creature you are, yea?” he whispered and kept playing with you hair.

“hm, i guess”

you stayed for a while like this; completely spacing out and staring at the ceiling while your head rested on his thighs until he broke the silence “so, why were you jealous of me?”

you quickly lifted your head from his lap and sat again “oh yea, well i was ‘jealous’ because you don’t get periods? duh” his lips were in a ‘o’ shape and he nodded.

“so? that’s it?” his eyebrows furrowed as he was expecting you to say something else.

“yeaaa? wait oh my god”

“oh god please no”

“LATE NIGHT TALK!”

you both spent the night talking and giggling about the most random stuff, but you enjoyed this, everything started because of your tiny rent about being sick and tired of menstruating. but for some reason a question popped up in your mind, yall were talking about anything. so, why don’t kill the curiosity and approach the moment by asking?

“hyunjin”

“hm?”

“do you like having a dick.” you said with a straight face, you were seriously trying not to laugh, you truly wanted to know.

“HUH?!” his answer made you burst out of laughter, his ears turned bright pink. cute.

“LISTEN, GOD WHY ARE YOU BLUSHING? IT WAS JUST A QUESTION”

“WELL I DONT GET ASKED THAT EVERYDAY, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?”

“WHY ARE WE YELLING?!”

“I DONT KNOW”

“okay let’s calm down” he gulped and waited for you to speak again.

“hyunjin, do you like having a dick?” you said with a tiny smile, as soon as he heard you he started massaging his temple.

“y/n you are so fucking weird-“

“ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION.”

“FINE,” he looked around as if there was people in the room and as if it was some confidential information what he was about to say “it’s cool i guess”

“pft, you guess?” he just shrugged but you wanted him to say more “cmonnnn, for example; if i had a dick-“

“please don’t”

“i’d be hard all the time.“

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

“IM JUST SAYING BRO, LIKE, IS THERE ANY PROS AND CONS OF HAVING A DICK?” he sighed and shook his head dramatically “no there’s not, y/n, it’s just a body part”

“there has to be”

“THERE IS NOT. LEAVE ME ALONE IM GONNA GO CRY IN A CORNER OR SOMETHING” he hid under the blankets like a little kid, but you pulled them off him and continued with your mission of killing the curiosity.

“YOU SAID ITS ‘cool i guess’. THAT MEANS IT HAS PROS RIGHT?”

“lord save me”

“I HEARD IT CAN FALL OFF? IS THAT TRUE?”

“WHAT THE FUCKITY FUCKING FUCK, NINE ONE ONE HELP”

“WHAT, NO DONT SAY THAT YOU WHORE, PEOPLE ARE GONNA THINK IM KILLING YOU”

“LEAVE ME ALONE THEN”

“hold on i just thought of an amazing question”

“I WANT MY MOM”

“does it glow in the dark? JUST KIDDING”

“MOMMM”

“wait but does it?”

“MOOOOOOOM”

“SHHH, oh also do you have a name for it?”

“i swear to god- wait what did you say?”

“a name for your little mate”

“no but thanks for the idea, AND IM NOT TELLING YOU ONCE I HAVE A NAME FOR IT”

“CAN YOU MOVE IT MENTALLY?”

“IM SO DONE WITH YOU, WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? GOOGLE EXISTS”

“UGH, WHAT ABOUT WHEN IT’S COLD.. does the size chang-“

“oh my god, i’m gonna call chan”

“YOU’RE GONNA ASK HIM IF HIS LITTLE FRIEND CHANGES SIZE DEPENDING ON THE WEATHER? oh but im the weird one okay”

“ARE YOU CRAZY?” he softly flicked your forehead with his middle finger “IM GONNA CALL HIM BECAUSE IM SCARED” you saw how he was about to pull his phone out his pocket but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“LET ME GO!”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION”

“NO!” he jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom, locking himself in and resting his back on the door just in case you could enter.

“COME HERE YOU ARTSY BITCH”

“HELLO? CHAN HYUNG?”

“HE’S PROBABLY SLEEPING STOP LYING”

“THAT BOY DOESN’T SLEEP, ARE YOU DUMB?”

“shit you’re right, anyway. HWANG HYUNJIN, LET. ME. IN.” this time the little trick of kicking the door didn’t work since hyunjin had put his weight on it.

“NEVER!”

“YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO LET ME IN! just answer the question..”

“I SAID NO, BRO GO ASK JISUNG OR SOMETHING”

“i already did.” oh yea when it comes to tea you know you’ll have hyunjin there, so he opened the door slowly.

“really?” you nodded and he gasped dramatically, drama queen ass.

“so? what did he say?”

“come to the bedroom and i’ll tell you every single detail”

“deal.”

you spent like an hour or so telling hyunjin about what you asked han, plus more tea yall spilled through the conversation, which was enough for you to forget about the initial goal. as soon as you remembered you tapped his shoulder.

“just go to sleep, we’ve talked enough, it’s two in the morning” he said and it’s not like you’re dumb to not know he was fake-yawning too. you rolled your eyes and covered your body with the blanket. still curious, kind of mad, and not wanting to sleep since the talking had shaken your tiredness away.

he let out a deep breath when he felt your body relax underneath the blanket, he thought you had finally fallen asleep and-

“if i had a dick for a day i’d be laughing so hard like, does it just… hang there?”

“Y/N!”

#hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #hwang hyunjin #skz #skz x reader #stray kids scenarios

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