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authors note. i have discovered a new found love for over the top pornhubtittle-esque fics LISTEN IM warning you know this is over da tops lmfao 😭😭. NOT proofread!!
"I’m sorry, but if a hot daddy decided to kidnap me, whisk me away to his secluded cabin in the woods, and give me the full princess treatment? Call me Stockholm royalty because I’m NEVER leaving!”
The post popped up on your feed, and you couldn’t help the grin that tugged at your lips. You tapped the repost button with a satisfying click, adding the hashtag #iwish. Because honestly? You did. Life wasn’t awful, but it was just so... ordinary. The dullness of your 9-to-5 had you fantasizing about throwing it all away—not that you ever would. That’s where the idea of a brooding, dangerous man stepping in came into play. Someone so rough around the edges, so obsessed that he couldn’t imagine a world without you. The kind of guy who’d take you because he wanted to, consequences be damned.
It was a harmless fantasy. Or so you thought—until you walked straight into it.
You were so deep in thought, you didn’t notice the human wall standing in the lobby of your apartment building until your face smacked into a back as solid as concrete.
“Oh my gosh—sorry!” you blurted, rubbing your forehead with one hand while using his back to steady yourself. When you tilted your head up, the apology stuck in your throat.
He was huge. Towering, really. His dark blue eyes gleamed with something unplaceable, and the scar cutting down the left side of his face only made him more intimidating.
“I—I wasn’t paying attention,” you stammered, flustered. But he said nothing. Just stared down at you, unreadable and silent, like he could see right through you.
“Okay... uh, I’ll just... go.” Your voice cracked as you sidestepped and practically speed-walked to the elevator. Heat burned your cheeks, equal parts embarrassment and the sheer presence of him. You pressed the call button with the corner of your phone, avoiding any more eye contact like your life depended on it. Still, the thought lingered: He looks like the type to kidnap an innocent girl.
You were awful.
But then he stepped into your peripheral vision, right next to you.
You stared hard at your phone, pretending to scroll, though the brightness was turned so far down you couldn’t even see the screen. Not that it mattered. You had no intention of looking at him again. You flicked open Tumblr out of habit, hoping to distract yourself, but of course, the first post that popped up wasn’t helpful.
It was a picture of a girl bent over with the caption: "Daddy doesn’t care if it hurts, baby. Just take it."
Oh, God.
Your thighs clenched as the elevator doors opened. You stepped in quickly, refusing to glance back, but he followed. When he didn’t press a floor, your curiosity—and nerves—spiked. Was he visiting someone? You didn’t think you’d ever seen him before, let alone on your floor.
You stole a glance, and your breath hitched. His sharp eyes were already locked on you, glinting like he was enjoying your discomfort. The scar added to his rugged appeal, and the faint streaks of gray in his black hair made him look effortlessly mature. His build, though—not overly chiseled but solid, with a layer of softness that screamed ‘former athlete turned something far more dangerous.’
A small, nervous laugh escaped you, breaking the tense silence just as the elevator dinged. Floor six. You bolted out, legs moving faster than your brain could process, keys in hand before you even reached your door. But just as you found the right one, a large hand covered yours, stopping you cold.
The world seemed to narrow as you felt the press of a solid chest at your back, pinning you to the door. A rough, calloused hand clamped over your mouth, and the voice you’d only imagined growled low in your ear.
“Scream and I'll fucking bash your head into this door.” His husky voice harshly whispers in your ear. Your body stiffens, a shiver running down your spine as your lips part in surprise. You nod quickly, “Good. Is there anyone in here and don’t lie to me.” You shake your head no as fear and anxiety and something else paralyzes your body and mind. “Unlock it.” The hand covering your mouth cautiously moves to hold you by the neck and he lets go of your hand enough for your shaking fingers to unlock your door. You bite down on your lip as heat pools low in your belly—exactly the reaction you’ve imagined in this scenario so many times. His hand tightens slightly when your fingers slip over the keyhole, and a soft sound escapes your lips before you can stop it.
This is real, you remind yourself.
And isn’t that exactly what you wanted?
“Get inside.” He shoves you in your small apartments and you gasp and suck in a huge breath. You gasp, sucking in a shaky breath as you step forward. Your phone and purse hit the counter with a clatter, but you don’t dare make another move.
The sound of the door clicking shut is deafening. You turn slowly, eyes lifting to meet his. He’s blocking the door, his broad frame casting a shadow that stretches across the room. You should be playing the damsel, screaming for help or scrambling for the emergency stairs just outside—but instead, your feet stay rooted, your heart pounding as you stare up at him, waiting.
He smirks, his boot slamming the door shut with a bang that makes you jump. “Why aren’t you scared?”
You swallow hard, refusing to answer. The space between you disappears in seconds, his footsteps deliberate as he backs you toward the couch. Each step makes your skin prickle with anticipation, your breath hitching when you feel the edge of the couch press against the backs of your thighs.
“You should be scared girl,” he growls, his hand snapping up to grip your neck. The weight of it—rough and commanding—makes your knees tremble. You bite your lip again, suppressing the moan building in your throat, but his sharp eyes catch every flicker of your reaction. He looks down at you with furrowed brows. His leg slides between yours, forcing them apart, and you let out a shaky breath as his thigh presses up against you. The pressure is maddening, igniting a wave of pleasure that you can’t hide. The sound you’ve been holding escapes—a soft, breathy moan.
He chuckles darkly, leaning closer. “You dirty little slut,” he murmurs, his words a low rumble that sends heat racing across your cheeks.
“Please...” you manage to whisper, though even you’re not sure what you’re asking for.
“Please what?” His grin is predatory, his fingers tightening ever so slightly against your throat.
“Begging for more from the man who just threatened you?”
You shake your head, a flustered “No i-i want you to stop.” slipping from your lips, but he arches a brow, smirking as he looks down.
“Then why are you grinding on my thigh?” He chuckles, the hand against your throat shaking you around. Your eyes widen when you realize that he was right, he wasn’t the one rubbing against your pussy, you were the on rubbing against his jean clad thigh.
“Dirty girl...are you looking at my at my cock? Do you want me to take you against this couch?” He mock gasps and you half moan half cry.
“No—I don't want it.” You say in an almost childlike voice. But you do, you want this man who was about to do God knows what to shove his cock in you.
“If you say you want it and I'll be gentle baby.”
You shake you had and bring your hands up to the one wrapped around your neck You try and pull it off you, but he just watches you struggle with a grin. After a few minutes of watching, you cry and scratch at his hand he finally has enough and flips you over the couch. “You asked for it little girl.”
Before you know it, he's ripping your panties off and shoving two fingers into you. You scream.
“Fuck, you're fuckin’ soaked. You hear that? Your pussy’s talk talkin’ to it’s new owner.”
And you do hear it, hell you feel your wetness gliding down your thighs. Your fingers curl into your g-spot and you moan. He’s fucking you better than any man has ever fucked you. You clench around him harder when he finds his rhythm—fast and hard, his hand slamming around the outside of your hole and your clit getting frication from how hard your body drags across the couch.
“’m gonna come!” You moan trying to meet his pace and throw yourself back onto his fingers.
“Fuck—comin’ on a man's fingers and you don’t even know his name.”
And you don’t mean to say it but your so horny and the tittle just slips out from imaging this scenario over and over again.
“’m coming Daddy!” You squeal and your pussy contracts around his fingers. He doesn't even give you a chance to come all the way down before he’s throwing you face down on baby blue rug in your living room, freeing his cock.
“Fuckin’ hell. Aren’t you just the perfect little fuck doll.” He pulls you up by the hips and nuzzles his mushroom tip in between your pussy lips. He rubs from hole to clit a few times and you moan into the carpet, arching your back even more. He feels so big, like it’ll gonna hurt. “Say it again.”
“Daddy!” He shoves the tip in with some effort and before you can think he’s pushing himself balls keep into you. It hurts so good when he pulls halfway out and pushes back in. It’s so girthy, the width of your wrist. It’s too much for you.
“C-can’t take it daddy, ‘s too much!” You cry out, and you know your face looks a mess, mascara running down your cheeks.
“You think I care little girl? I say what, you can push me out I'll stop.”
Sniffling you do as he says, and push but every time your restart he pushes back into you, leaving you a blubbering mess. You can't push him more than two inches and it’s starting to feel good again. You give up when he grinds up against your ass, his hands fondling almost sweetly with your ass as he was watches you.
“Done playin’ hard to get now?”
You nod.
“Words.”
“Yes, fuck me daddy.”
Hands on your hips he does exactly that, pounding you so hard into the carpet you know you’ll have friction burns on your face and knees by morning. His heavy balls slap hard against your clit, and you can’t help but imagine all that come stored in them spilling deep into your womb. The thought makes you cream around his cock and Toji almost comes at the sight of the white ring sitting near the base of his cock. Grunting he tightens his grip on your hips flips you over. His hand goes to your clit and he curse at the bulge his cock is making in your stomach. One hand rubbing your clit the other presses down on the bulge.
“Daddy!” You scream, legs wrapping around his haps and heels digging into his ass.
“’m gonna breed this pussy so good little girl. Make you mine.”
“Yes please! Put a baby in me daddy!” You arch your back and roll your eyes into the back of your head as your come hard on his cock. Toji follows suit, spilling his come deep int you. You fall back on the follow utterly fuck out and exhausted. You don’t even try to open your eyes when you feel him start to pull out of you. Instead, you smile and raise your arms “’m ready to go back home with you now.”
VRO HOW DO I CHECK MY LIKED STUFF AM I SLOW I MEAN IM HALF AWAKE BUT BRO
(I was reading the most scrumptious fic toji from jjk x reader n she had reposted ab wanting to get kidnapped and she was in the elevator then my app crashed💔💔)
Giys please ive yet to find a fic thats (bakugo, denki, todoroki, deku, kirishima, sero ANYONE it doesn’t really matter) x reader, BUT its during the sports festival, and maybe they dont wanna hurt her(their s/o) or maybe they do hurt her, because they couldn’t control it?
I dont know! But please leave some recommendations of your fav MHA fics
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Can someone help me find a specific in-ho fic?? It was a fem reader x frontman and it was about the reader being a one night stand and she ended up joining the games, in-ho realizes and enters himself in the game to protect her and eventually she fails a game but the guards “dont notice” I ONLY READ THE DESCRIPTION and accidentally tapped off before i could read it😭😭
being the personal trainer for the adlers was wel…. hard.
the men on the team often coming to you with their little kinks they develop. begging you to massage the pain away. having you tape their swollen ankles. you liked seeing the vulnerability of athletes that were considered perfect.
and yes it was nice, constantly being surrounded by huge men with bulging muscles. it was truly your dream job.
one man always standing out to you. ushijima wakatoshi.
you had been the team trainer before he was drafted to your team. when you were informed of the young man, you took interest in him.
it was a no brainer, he was tall, handsome and very strong.
it was even better that every day he would come to you with a new problem that you needed to fix. helping him with all kinds of tools and stretching exercises so he could be the best.
so now here you were, on the bench of your specialized room, taking a scraper to his thighs.
he worked out so much that they grew more sore each day. you opted to the metal tool to relive some of the tension.
it was a very painful way of relief. in the moment it hurts bad. but after the treatment is over it was nice. so you felt bad for the man. but seeing him grit his teeth and wince in pain lit something in you.
as you continued your work on this thigh, his head tilted back. bobbing his adam’s apple, taking in sharps breaths from the pain.
you noticed his hand lift up, almost like it had a mind of its own. it slowly made its way to your hand. before it made contact, he moved it back down to the side of the bench.
“i know it hurts ushijima. im sorry. but your almost done!” you beamed up at him.
“….fuck….y/n” he breathed out.
the flame inside your core grew.
you watched him intently. but before you knew it, your job was done.
placing the tool down on the bench and rubbing small circles into his reddened thigh with your fingers.
“your done. but i know it hurt so just let me do this for you…. it will only take a second.” you said to him as you made your way to the unscented lotion in your counter. you used this on the boys when they needed basic massages.
“you don’t have to…” he said bringing his head back up to look at his treated body.
“nonsense. cmon i am your trainer! let me make you feel better” you said walking back to him.
“thank you.” he said to you in a firm tone.
he didn’t talk much. sometimes he did with you, it made you feel special.
you brought some of the lotion onto your hands and some on his thigh. you started your care on the man.
he let out a sigh of relief.
you worked your magic on him. your hands doing motions that you had mindlessly trained yourself to do.
you stared at his face. he stared at your hands.
you didn’t really look away. he was beautiful. his cheeks were all blushed, lips swollen from biting down at them. dewy from sweat, but not sweaty.
you took note of every part of him. studying him.
your concentration was broken when he let out a sharp gasp.
oh my god.
you didn’t notice how close your hands had gotten to his…. length.
looking down at your hands that rested on his upper, upper thigh. dangerously close to his man hood. you gasped taking your hands off him and stepping back.
“i am so so sO SORRY!” you motioned out. shaking your hands and bowing your head to him.
you stared at the ground not even wanting to look at him.
mortified. you were mortified.
“it’s ok.” he said softly.
you looked up at him.
you giggled at his face, that was just as red hot as yours was.
you let out a sigh of relief.
“no i really am sorry.” you said stepping back next to him again.
“i really didn’t mind…. if im being honest.” he said in a low tone. you brought your eyes to his.
and god. he meant it. his eyes were full of fire, passion.
before you could another word in you heard your door open and shut. looking to your entrance kageyama stood there.
you went over to talk to his teammate. ushijima just watched.
being the personal trainer for the adlers was wel…. hard.
the men on the team often coming to you with their little kinks they develop. begging you to massage the pain away. having you tape their swollen ankles. you liked seeing the vulnerability of athletes that were considered perfect.
and yes it was nice, constantly being surrounded by huge men with bulging muscles. it was truly your dream job.
one man always standing out to you. ushijima wakatoshi.
you had been the team trainer before he was drafted to your team. when you were informed of the young man, you took interest in him.
it was a no brainer, he was tall, handsome and very strong.
it was even better that every day he would come to you with a new problem that you needed to fix. helping him with all kinds of tools and stretching exercises so he could be the best.
so now here you were, on the bench of your specialized room, taking a scraper to his thighs.
he worked out so much that they grew more sore each day. you opted to the metal tool to relive some of the tension.
it was a very painful way of relief. in the moment it hurts bad. but after the treatment is over it was nice. so you felt bad for the man. but seeing him grit his teeth and wince in pain lit something in you.
as you continued your work on this thigh, his head tilted back. bobbing his adam’s apple, taking in sharps breaths from the pain.
you noticed his hand lift up, almost like it had a mind of its own. it slowly made its way to your hand. before it made contact, he moved it back down to the side of the bench.
“i know it hurts ushijima. im sorry. but your almost done!” you beamed up at him.
“….fuck….y/n” he breathed out.
the flame inside your core grew.
you watched him intently. but before you knew it, your job was done.
placing the tool down on the bench and rubbing small circles into his reddened thigh with your fingers.
“your done. but i know it hurt so just let me do this for you…. it will only take a second.” you said to him as you made your way to the unscented lotion in your counter. you used this on the boys when they needed basic massages.
“you don’t have to…” he said bringing his head back up to look at his treated body.
“nonsense. cmon i am your trainer! let me make you feel better” you said walking back to him.
“thank you.” he said to you in a firm tone.
he didn’t talk much. sometimes he did with you, it made you feel special.
you brought some of the lotion onto your hands and some on his thigh. you started your care on the man.
he let out a sigh of relief.
you worked your magic on him. your hands doing motions that you had mindlessly trained yourself to do.
you stared at his face. he stared at your hands.
you didn’t really look away. he was beautiful. his cheeks were all blushed, lips swollen from biting down at them. dewy from sweat, but not sweaty.
you took note of every part of him. studying him.
your concentration was broken when he let out a sharp gasp.
oh my god.
you didn’t notice how close your hands had gotten to his…. length.
looking down at your hands that rested on his upper, upper thigh. dangerously close to his man hood. you gasped taking your hands off him and stepping back.
“i am so so sO SORRY!” you motioned out. shaking your hands and bowing your head to him.
you stared at the ground not even wanting to look at him.
mortified. you were mortified.
“it’s ok.” he said softly.
you looked up at him.
you giggled at his face, that was just as red hot as yours was.
you let out a sigh of relief.
“no i really am sorry.” you said stepping back next to him again.
“i really didn’t mind…. if im being honest.” he said in a low tone. you brought your eyes to his.
and god. he meant it. his eyes were full of fire, passion.
before you could another word in you heard your door open and shut. looking to your entrance kageyama stood there.
you went over to talk to his teammate. ushijima just watched.
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Guys can yall drop your fav fics where the reader overhears a call with her s/o saying that shes too clingy or smth along the lines of that plsss? (Can be marvel, sturniolo , harry potter, criminal minds, any fandom really)
thinking of stranger!miguel accidentally catching pornstar!reader masturbating in her car
you had been meaning to film this type of video for a long while now but never able to get one of your sex worker friends to help you be a stranger that helps you out due to different schedules.
alas you decided to do it and risk an actual person finding you and secretly hoping that they do help you.
your camera was already set and rolling with you in the driver's seat, right leg over the center console and right hand rubbing your clit. you were looking right at the camera as you moaned and played with your tits with your other hand.
the dress you were wearing was above your stomach and you teasingly would bring the fabric from your tits down, just to barely see your nipples only to leave it as is.
you could feel a slight breeze since you left the tinted window a bit down in case any perv had the urge to take a peek inside. you were already playing for a good ten minutes, edging yourself just praying someone would not only walk by but also help.
a couple people have walked past, not seeing or hearing you but it did bring some excitement as you watched them. you were starting to grow impatient so maybe it’d be a shorter video for the channel.
meanwhile, miguel was coming back from taking a jog at his usual trail and was on his way back home. he did more than usual so he just walked back when he suddenly walked past a car and heard a moan.
he stopped in his tracks and couldn’t help but look into the small opening just to see you fingering yourself with your eyes closed. his eyes were wide and he couldn’t believe the sight.
this was something straight out of a porno and although you didn’t see him, the camera sure did.
his head was out of frame and the black wife beater was stuck to his skin. his arms were out and that was all the camera would be able to see of him.
his breath shortened and he gulped, absolutely shocked he’d be able to witness something so dirty but also hot. and by a gorgeous girl too?
he’d have to get a lottery ticket after this.
he straightened up and thought of what he should do. realistically he knew what he wanted to do but he was a complete stranger, maybe it was too much.
…
but then again there wouldn’t be another opportunity like this.
he watched you for a few more seconds, admiring the way your tits bounced while you fucked yourself harder. finally he made his move. he cleared his throat and lightly tapped on the window making you gasp and turn your head to the left to see a handsome man looking at you.
hopefully it was your lucky day.
“are you alright?” he asks and you quickly nod, “i am now..”
his cheeks grow warm and he’s not sure what to do next. you give him a smile and decide to go for it, “i’m filming a video and was hoping i’d get lucky enough to get some help…”
“do you wanna help me?” you ask, looking directly into his eyes as he just nods.
you pushed the button and made the window go all the way down then reach for his right arm. he reaches inside, getting as close to your car while you guide his hand to your tits. you pulled the top of the dress down, exposing your tits to him then made him touch them.
he squeezed the right one first making you moan because another persons hand would always be better than your own. he went to the other one and squeezed your nipple gently, you spread your legs a bit more just so he could have enough space.
he was too busy groping your tits to notice, at least that was until you pulled his arm up to your face. you grabbed his wrist and slipped two fingers into your mouth, sucking on them with your eyes boring into his while you made sure they were nice and wet.
you pulled them out with a plop and quickly brought his arm down between your legs and he slipped them inside without hesitation. he moved slowly, giving you time to get use to it while you you moaned and held onto his arm to urge him to do more. he took notice and went deeper, your slippery walls entrapping them while he set a fast pace for you.
“oh f-fuck- yes!” you moaned and bucked your hips up. his fingers were much thicker than yours, actually able to stretch you out unlike your own. it was just what you needed.
miguel was watching the way your pussy just took his fingers in, your wetness already dripping down when he’s only just started. what he didn’t know was you’ve been edging and just having a complete stranger do this could make you cum at any second.
you held onto his arm, holding on tightly as he pumped them faster and harder making you a moaning mess for him. he felt his shorts become tighter and he knew he was done for.
“you like that baby?” he murmurs and you quickly nod with a slight pout on your lips.
your brain was already mush, not actually thinking one of your fantasies would come true but happy they did with someone so fine. and the fact that he knew what he was doing was the cherry on top.
“such a dirty girl huh? playing with yourself in public like this?” he murmured and you clenched against his fingers.
you whimpered and laid your head to the side by the seatbelt while he continued, “so fucking wet too, you really wanted this to happen didnt you, baby?”
you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak as you felt a knot form in your stomach. you let go of his arm and brought your right hand to quickly rub your clit, feeling the strong urge to squirt, knowing you should stop but it’d feel so good.
“that’s it baby, such a good girl. gonna cum for me? just gonna cum for a stranger?” he murmured lowly, able to feel you squeeze and just watching your body contort in pleasure.
“fuck- p-please don’t stop-“ you whimpered out and felt your legs start to shake.
“i’ve got you gorgeous, come on give it to me.” he purred and that did it for you.
you cried out as your juices quickly came out of you, he slipped his fingers out and replaced yours on your clit so he could make sure every drop comes out. you whimpered and moaned as he went from rubbing your clit fast as you reached your climax to suddenly slow when nothing else came out.
he stopped and left his hand on your thigh, murmuring sweet praises as you calmed yourself down and closed your legs. you closed your eyes, deciding that if you didn’t look at the disaster then it simply wasn’t there. not only are you too tired to clean it all up, you were in absolute shock that actually happened.
your breathing was steady again and you opened your eyes, turning to look out the window and at him. he really was gorgeous and if you weren’t so beat you’d offer to suck him off in the backseat but you were exhausted.
“thank you, stranger. gonna have to make a rain check on when i can make it up to you…” you say and he chuckles.
he shrugs and gives you a smile, “there’s really no need. can’t deny a pretty girl when she needs help.”
you grinned and shrugged, turning to open your center console, grabbing a business card and then handing it to him, “well if you change your mind…”
he grabbed it and nodding as he put it in his pocket, “i’ll let you know.”
he gave you one final smile before walking the way he was going before he stopped, now having to do the walk of shame with a hard on and wet fingers.
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seriously why are all the fucking young sheldon tags just georgie cooper x reader. this is tumblr im ashamed of you people and your lack of pastor rob content. AND mary cooper for that matter. embarrassing as hell. do better.
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