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[peelingoffmyskinforfun]

Revenge

Ian McKinley x afab! Reader.

Summary: The events of Final Destination 3 took place, everyone else was dead except for Ian, Wendy, Julie, Kevin, and you. Oh..how Ian hates you. You, Wendy, and Kevin caused Erin's death after all. He wasn't just gonna let that slide..Erin was his true love. No..no no no..he was going to get revenge..one way or another.

Warnings: non con themes, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal sex, hair pulling, choking, biting, slapping, kicking, dacryphilia, death threats, and swearing (obviously it's fd lmao).

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“I saw it..you're the end of it right? Man..I'd be paranoid too..” Ian mumbled as he walked closer to the four of you, glaring at you with pure hatred in his eyes. “You didn't even believe me!” Wendy called out to him as she tried to guide you, Kevin, and Julie to safety. She was fully aware of Ian's intentions, and she wasn't going to let him hurt her friends. “Yeah..well seeing is believing..” Ian scoffed as he rolled his eyes, his hands jammed into his pockets as he got closer. The closer he got, the more sick you felt as you noticed that cocky, sadistic expression on his face. “You have to stay away from me!” Wendy called back to him as she stopped in her tracks, looking at Ian as she panted out heavy breaths. Kevin, Julie, and you were all beaten up and injured from almost dying. If it weren't for Wendy, all three of you would be dead.

“Have to? Wow..that's pretty extreme..” Ian mumbled as he looked at Wendy with an unhinged look in his eyes, almost as if he already knew what was in store for Wendy. The four of you stared at him with concerned expressions as he glared back at all of you, his lips curling into a small mischievous smile before he spoke again. “Oh no way..do I cause your death..?” He mumbled before raising a finger, his look becoming more unhinged as he cocked his head to the side. His eyeliner was running a bit as he let out a shaky breath. “..just like you caused Erin's..” he mumbled as he twitched with rage, visibly losing it.

Wendy tried to brush past him again, guiding Julie and Kevin as you followed behind her. “What? Did ya have a vision? Am I in a picture?” Ian smiled as he stepped in front of her, blocking your path. “Just tell me how to start this off, let's get this over with!” He yelled as he opened his arms wider, clearly trying to assert his dominance in this scenario. You looked between Wendy and Ian as Kevin was visibly becoming weaker due to his injuries, and Julie was wobbling and lowering her head as she cried. “You’ll save me..if you just stay away from me! It'll all be over..” Wendy shouted back at Ian as he scoffed and shook his head. “What do I care? It skipped me! For me it is over..I'm not dying..I'm not dying!!” He shouted as Wendy slowly turned behind her, looking back at the firework display as it began to tip over.

Wendy quickly dropped to the ground, bringing everyone else down with her as Ian continued to stand in front of them. Fireworks began shooting off in his direction, and for a moment, he looked worried. Ian darted his head back as he watched the fireworks go right past him, hitting the massive cherry picker sign behind him. He scoffed again and looked back at the four of you with wide, vengeful eyes. “You see! I'm not gonna die..it's you Wendy..you're dead!” Ian yelled as he pointed at her again, grinning from ear to ear like some sort of psycho.

The four of you looked on in horror as Ian began to slowly approach you. He was smiling and looked past Julie, Kevin, and you as if you were nothing but obstacles in his way. It was clearly Wendy he was after. But..you stood up. Ian looked at you with furrowed eyebrows as you brushed yourself off and stood in front of the rest of them, blocking him from getting too close. “And what do you think you're doing..huh? Trying to get in my way? Trying to protect your little friend?” Ian mumbled as he smirked and shook his head, clearly not taking you seriously.

“Get the fuck out of here..don't ever fucking show your face around us again!” You yelled back at him as you pointed a finger at him now, glaring at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Heh..or what?” He mumbled as he crossed his arms, looking at you expectantly as he waited for an answer. “..or I'll make sure death comes for you next.” You mumbled as you crossed your arms, sneering at him. Ian let out a laugh, shaking his head slowly as he ran a hand through his hair. “You're a riot, aren't ya? Too bad I don't give a shit about you. It's her I'm after..” he mumbled as he glared back at Wendy and pointed a finger towards her. “Well I'm not gonna let you hurt her..I mean seriously Ian..what the fuck is wrong with you? You think any of this will bring Erin back?” You mumbled as you stared at him with a somewhat frustrated expression.

Ian paused for a moment before snapping his head back towards you, breathing heavier as the look in his eyes became more violent. Ian stepped closer to you before aggressively grabbing you by the shoulders, shoving you back onto the grass hard as he looked down at you. “Don't fucking say her name!!” Ian practically screamed at you and Wendy looked over with parted lips, gasping as she went to get up to come save you. Ian cocked his head back towards Wendy and quickly kicked her in the shin, making her yelp out in pain as she toppled over and fell into the grass. She got dirt and grass in her mouth as she gagged and spit it out, looking back up at Ian as he glared down at her. You watched in horror as Ian slowly crouched down in front of Wendy, folding his hands in front of his lap as he grinned and tilted his head. “And where do you think you're going..?” he mumbled as he laughed and slowly reached a hand towards her.

Kevin and Julie yelled out as Ian grabbed a hold of Wendy's hair, beginning to drag her like a doll as he pulled her towards you. You coughed and scrambled to get up, trying to help her. But then Ian let go of Wendy, coming closer to you before kicking you hard in the gut. “EUGH-!” You fell back onto the ground again with wide eyes, holding your stomach in pain as your back hit the ground. You had no choice but to lay there in pain as you listened to Wendy screaming. “Yeah!? Take this you fucking whore!” You heard Ian yell before hearing Wendy scream more. You slowly looked over at you saw Julie and Kevin passed out as Ian kicked Wendy in her side while she was down, stepping on her ankles as you saw her bones break. Kevin's burns had gotten worse and Julie had passed out from exhaustion from being choked earlier. You were the only one who could save Wendy now.

“Ian!” You croaked out in pain as you felt tears well up in your eyes. “Please! Please no more! Hurt me instead!” You called out to him and he momentarily stopped to look over at you. “Why? You think I care about you or something?” He mumbled as he scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I..I'm responsible for Erin's death as much as her! I..I was there ya know..I could've stopped it..” you knew what you were saying wasn't true, that it would only fuel his madness, but right now..it was all you could say to get him to focus on you instead. Ian paused for a moment as he stared at you, letting go of Wendy's hair again before slowly making his way towards you. “..oh yeah?” He mumbled as he stood over you, glaring down at you with a despicable expression. He sighed before leaning down towards you, tilting his head to the side as he raised his eyebrows. “Then I guess I have to kill you too..” He mumbled before wrapping a hand around your neck.

You yelped out and quickly shot your hands up, trying to pry his hand off you neck. He laughed at your attempt and began applying more pressure, slowly cutting off your oxygen. “You're so pathetic..all of you are..” he mumbled as he slowly shook his head, letting his eyes scan over your body as he narrowed his eyes. “Pathetic..but useful..” he mumbled before grinning mischievously, glaring back up at your face as he met your eyes. He loved seeing your eyes full of fear and terror as his dark, ominous eyes stared into yours. Ian slowly released your neck and watched you catch your breath as he slowly began tracing a finger over your collarbone, parting his lips as he stared intently. “..you know..I never got to do this with Erin..” he mumbled before slowly playing with one of the straps of your spaghetti tank top. Your eyes widened as you coughed and held your neck in pain, staring at him with wide eyes as you realized what he was getting at. “..she..never really enjoyed it..” he mumbled and furrowed his eyebrows before slowly tracing his finger over your clothed nipple.

“But..you..I bet whores like you love it..” he mumbled and grinned as he watched your face contort into a look of disgust and horror. You quickly began to struggle, trying to pushed his hands away from you as you tried to get up. But Ian didn't let up, he grabbed you by your hair tightly before slamming your head back against the ground beneath you. “UGHF-” You yelled again in pain as you felt your head slam into the grass. Ian grinned as he saw your expression, how you looked like you were in so much pain.

He couldn't deny it, it turned him on to see you in so much agony. He chuckled and wrapped his hand around your throat again, using it to hold you down as his other hand slowly began to cup and massage one of your breasts through your tank top. You furrowed your eyebrows as your vision blurred, everything becoming much harder to focus on as the pain from your gut and head shot to your brain. You didn't even notice the way Ian flicked one of your hardening nipples with his fingers, letting out an amused laugh as he watched both of your nipples get hard from the action.

“Heh..knew you'd love it..you slut.” He mumbled as he grabbed both of the straps on your tank top, sliding them down before gripping onto the front of your shirt. In one swift motion, Ian pulled down your top, exposing your breasts as you tried to focus your vision on him. “Huh..no bra? It's almost like you knew this was gonna happen..” he mumbled and shook his head as he smirked. Ian slowly brought his lips to your ear, his breathing tickling your earlobe as he whispered to you. “..you have a vision..like Wendy? ..did you see this coming, whore?” He snickered to himself at his own cruelty, loving the way you couldn't even properly respond to his comment due to the state he put you in.

Ian slowly grabbed one of your exposed breasts and looked down as he cupped tightly. He bit his lip before squeezing the fat around your boob hard enough for it to become painful. “Ah! ..s-..sto..p..” you tried to get out the words, but your voice was barely audible from having the wind knocked out of you. “Hehe..you say something?” He chuckled and flicked his eyes back up to look at your face. “Did you say..harder?” He mumbled before squeezing harder, your tit turning pink from his rough grip as you writhed and struggled underneath him. “Oh yeah..you fucking like that don't you..? Harder daddy..harder..” he chuckled and mocked you more before slapping your tit hard, leaving a stinging feeling on your already sore boob. “Is that what you're trying to say..huh!?” He raised his voice as his look turned more unhinged again.

You shook your head, which only prompted him to hold your neck tighter in place. “Yeah? Harder? Harder!?!?” He yelled before bringing his free hand up, slapping you across your face with the back of his hand. “Whores always like it rough..” he mumbled as he smirked and furrowed his eyebrows. He brought his hand back down and squeezed your other tit, roughly rubbing his thumb over your nipple as he heard a small whine escape your lips. “There it is..there's the dirty skank..” he mumbled and grinned wider before bringing his lips back up to your ear as he continued to play with your breasts. “Admit it..you like it..you like what I'm doing..” he whispered as he pinched one of your nipples, smirking as he heard you gasp.

“I'm gonna tear you in two..and ruin every hole in your body.” He mumbled against your ear before releasing your throat. You sighed in relief at the feeling of him letting go, but that feeling of relief was quickly replaced by fear again as Ian stood up and grabbed your hair tight, smashing your face forward against the front of his ripped jeans. “You're gonna take everything..so Wendy doesn't have to..” he mumbled and tilted his head as he looked down at you. “Can you do that for me..? Maybe I'll spare her if you do it right..” he mumbled and laughed maniacally before pulling your head back slightly so that he could see your face. “If you bite me..I'll fucking kill her right now..” Ian mumbled before unbuttoning his jeans, pulling down his zipper before reaching his other hand into his boxers. You watched in horror as Ian pulled his cock out, his pink flush tip already leaking precum as he tapped it against your face.

You cringed and tried to pull away but Ian held onto your hair tighter and gave you a stern look. “Don't fucking move..if you move again I'll snap her neck like a damn branch.” He mumbled and snickered as he watched your eyes go wide. You slowly nodded, letting him know you understood and he smirked and started slapping his hard dick across your cheek. He loved seeing your face scrunch up in disgust as he began rubbing it on your face, sliding it back and forth against your cheek as he groaned and bit his bottom lip. “Alright..open up now..or else..” he mumbled with a threat. You obliged, not wanting him to kill Wendy like he said he would. He smirked as he watched you slowly part your lips, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows.

He shook his head and laughed a little as I stroked himself in front of you. “Now c'mon..stick that pretty tongue out..I wanna see it.” Ian mumbled as he tilted his head back a bit, looking down at you with an expectant look. You sneered at him, but followed his orders. You slowly darted your tongue out, looking up at him with a shameful expression as he grinned at your submission. “There you go..good girl.” He mumbled and you cringed upon hearing him call you that. Ian chuckled and slapped his tip on your tongue, watching your reaction as your eyes grew wide and your face scrunched up even more. “What's wrong? Don't like the taste..?” He teased you before grabbing your hair again, pushing your head forward as he forced you to take him into your mouth. You wanted to pull back, but you knew what that meant for Wendy. “Suck..” was all he said, staring down at you with a commanding and dominant demeanor. You huffed around him and slowly wrapped your lips around his cock in a tight grip, beginning to slide your head forward and back as you looked up at him.

Oh..what I sight to see. This is just too perfect..

Ian thought to himself as he watched you gag and whine as you slobbered all over his dripping cock. “At a girl..” he muttered as he inhaled sharply, visibly getting more aroused at the sight of you on your knees for him like this. This was so wrong. You felt so disgusted and disturbed by this, but felt like you had no choice. Ian watched with an amused expression as he shoved your head down further, grinning from ear to ear as he heard you gag and watched your eyes tear up more. He felt excited at the sight of you with drool running down your chin, mascara streaming down your cheeks, with red cracked lips as he forced himself down your throat.

“Heh..you seem like you're enjoying this..maybe I should fuck your throat like the good little bitch you are..” he mumbled as he smirked wider and shoved his hips forward, his tip hitting your gag reflex harder. You coughed and gagged but couldn't back away, his hand keeping your head in place as you had no choice but to keep sucking. Your nose was buried in his trimmed black curly pubes, and his cock was about halfway down your throat now. You felt like throwing up, but managed to hold it down as he started fucking your face. He'd slowly draw his hips back before quickly thrusting forward, causing you to choke and gag more. “Mmnf-!” You whined as you choked and gagged on him.

“Oh fuck-” you heard Ian groan as you choked, seeming to have added more friction to his aching cock. He got off on your misery. “Ah..that's it..that's enough..” he mumbled before shoving your head back, your mouth coming off of his dick with a pop sound. “Can't get ahead of myself..I wanna take my time with you..,” Ian mumbled and smirked again as he watched you hold your throat in pain, coughing and spitting as you squeezed your eyes shut. Ian laughed as he watched you struggle, and he grabbed one of your ankles and dragged you closer to him. You looked up at him with wide eyes as he began to stroke himself again. “..what? You thought I finished? Hah! I bet you wish I'd paint those pretty little tits..” he mumbled as he laughed and shook his head, leaning down towards you as he locked eyes with you.

“As much as I'd love to..I think you need a more valuable lesson..” he whispered in a sister tone before using both of his hands to make his way to your shorts, unbuttoning them as he began tugging them down your thighs. “Ian-!” You tried to protest but he reached a hand up and slapped you across the face again, furrowing his eyebrows. “Shut the fuck up..I'm gonna fill your little hole..that'll show you who's in fucking charge here..” he mumbled as he squeezed one of your tits again. You winced in pain and fear as he hovered over top of you, smirking to himself as he grabbed onto the waist band of your panties. Ian tugged them down roughly before tossing them aside in the grass somewhere. “Oh fuck..what a cute little cunt..” he whispered as he smirked and grabbed your thighs and spread them apart. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see what he was about to do to you. You flinched as you felt him brush his tip in between your folds, sliding it back and forth as he watched the spit from his cock get your pussy wet for him.

“..mmn..fuck..” you heard him groan as he began to push, feeling him prodding at your hole as it stayed tight. It seemed almost too tight, probably from a lack of arousal. Ian didn't mind though, he bit his lip as he continued pushing, forcing his way inside of you as he groaned and furrowed his eyebrows in pleasure. “Such a tight girl..never thought a slut like you would be this tight for me..” he mumbled and smirked as he pushed all the way inside, bottoming out. You winced as you felt his tip hit your cervix, flinching again as you felt full. Ian leaned down towards your face as you squeezed your eyes shut and he chuckled and groaned as he began moving his hips.

“S-so tight..fucking made for me..aren't ya?” He mumbled with a shaky breath as he thrusted about halfway inside before pulling out, then repeating. You chose not to respond, feeling scared and terrified at the thought of him finishing inside of you. Even if you managed to make it out of this situation alive, you could end up pregnant with his baby. The thought alone sent shivers down your spine, which Ian mistook as a sign of arousal. “Aww..is my little whore getting off to this?” He mumbled as he buried his face in your neck, leaving hickies and love bites here and there. You shivered and teared up again at the feeling, knowing he was trying to mark you. You felt him bite harder as he became more aggressive, his pace picking up a bit as he began thrusting all the way inside before pulling back out.

“ah..ow!!” You yelped out as you felt his cock slam into your cervix and your eyes went wide as you tried to sit up. Ian chuckled and started licking and nipping at your neck more, his weight holding you down as he thrusted faster and harder. “Ohh fuck..what's wrong baby..? That hurt?” He mumbled as he groaned and grunted. “Bet I could make it feel better..” he whispered to you before bringing his hand down in between your legs, using his thumb to lazily rub circles over your clit. “Mmn..” you mumbled and furrowed your eyebrows as you felt him attempting to please you. His thumb wasn't doing a good job, just barely applying the right amount of pressure as he swiped it up and down, then around. He moaned against your neck as he thrusted in and out of you at a quick pace, seeming to be getting closer.

You tensed up as you listened to him moan louder and for a moment, your mind went blank as you felt him hit your g spot. Ian knew it too, once he heard that little gasp escape your lips. “Oh..? Did I find it?” He mumbled in between grunts and heavy breaths, pulling back to look at your face as you stared right back up at him with wide eyes. “Mmn..right there, huh?” He mumbled before thrusting up again, directly hitting your g spot now as he continued his fast pace. “Oh! Ian..s-stop! Please!” You whined and begged him now, not wanting to take any pleasure out of this situation. “Why stop? You fucking love it..” he whispered as he grinned and buried himself all the way against your g spot before intentionally twitching his cock against it. You gasped and writhed underneath him, not expecting that too feel as good as it did.

“Mmn..you wanna come?” He mumbled as he looked down at you through his lashes. You whined and shook your head but he chuckled and smirked wider. “Oh yes you do..bet I can..mmn..make you squirt..” he mumbled before leaning up, bringing both of your thighs over his shoulders as he held onto them tightly. Without any warning, Ian began pounding into you. His thrusts were fast and harsh as you felt his balls hitting the bottom of your ass. You mewled out, not being able to contain any noises as he began directly hitting your g spot with great force. He was destroying you, and he knew it.

Ian watched your face contort in pleasure as you furrowed your eyebrows and opened your mouth, looking up at him with wide eyes. He listened to you moan and practically scream as he rammed into your cunt. “Yeah? You feeling it now? You pathetic whore..” Ian mumbled and grunted as he thrusted into you, looking down at where your bodies met. He was enjoying the view, he thought this couldn't get any better, until..he heard you sniffling. Ian looked up at you as he watched tears form in your eyes as your mascara began to run. Ian's lips parted as his face scrunched up in pleasure, visibly turned on at the sight of you crying.

“..p-please..Ian..” you begged him as he furrowed his eyebrows and groaned louder as he breathed out heavier. “Please..what..hm?” He grunted out in between sharp breaths as he continued to pound into you. “Please..mmn..please come inside you..?” He mumbled as he smirked, looking down at you as your eyes widened in horror and you shook your head. Ian chuckled and grabbed your thighs in a tight hold, his nails digging into your flesh as you hissed and writhed around. Ian closed his eyes as he began to speed up, managing to hit your g spot with every thrust. “Ah..ahh!!” You cried out as your legs began to tremble and Ian noticed it, smirking as he breathed out and groaned in pleasure.

“Mmn fuck..come for me..come for me you little slut..” Ian mumbled before gripping onto your hair, tugging it a bit as he noticed you reaching your climax. He grinned as you whined out and began thrashing around, seemingly trying to escape this position. He didn't let up though, instead he pounded harder. “Ian!!” you screamed out before your body began acting on its own, throwing your head back as your legs twitched and shook. Ian watched as you finished, seeing you moan for him as you gushed around him. He felt his own orgasm snapping as he quickly pulled out of you and thrusted into his hand, aiming over your lower belly as he proceeded to finish himself off. Ian sighed in content as he came down from his orgasm and looked down at you with parted lips, noticing how you just watched him without even trying to struggle. He sensed a victory, having you right where he wanted you..

Just as Ian considered attempting to prep you for sodomy, he heard sirens and instantly tensed up. You noticed his expression shifting as he quickly began to tuck his cock back into his boxers before zipping his jeans back up. “Sorry..guess I'll have to ruin your ass another time..” Ian muttered as he furrowed his eyebrows as he buckled his belt and stood up. “..you tell anyone about this..you're dead..” was the last thing he said to you before he walked off into the dark night, leaving you half naked and covered in his cum.

When the police arrived on the scene they found everything. They found Perry’s body. They found Wendy, Kevin, and Julie unconscious. And they found you. Caked in semen and violated, they found you crying and whimpering as you tried to redress yourself. A female cop helped you get cleaned up and tested. She took your statements and questioned who did it. “I..I don't remember..” you lied, refusing to admit who raped you. Because now..you were questioning if it was really rape. Now..you were thinking about going to Build-It to find Ian. You had to see him again..you needed answers.

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Authors note:

Heyyyyyyy guysss. Hope you liked my first piece. PLEASE let me know if I made any errors, I can take criticism. If you want a part two please let me know and please like the post if you enjoyed it. If you have any suggestions for other stories let me know, I am open to writing about most topics. If I don't know a character you're requesting I will apologize and inform you with a reply as soon as I can and suggest another character that I think may be similar. Thank you all for taking the time to read and I hope y'all have a good rest of your day/night.

#ianmckinely #ianmckinelyfinaldestination #finaldestination #fd #finaldestination3 #fd3 #nsfw #noncon

[peelingoffmyskinforfun]

Hi! I read your sfw A-Z for Ian McKinley. I’ve been obsessed with him for ages! I was wondering if you’d mind doing a NSFW version for him. If not worries.

Yes of course!! I’m writing A-Z Sfw, nsfw, and yandere for now. Hopefully I’ll branch out more. Obviously he’s 18 here lol I hope you enjoy- Willow

Ian McKinley Nsfw A-Z

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man likes to think he’s the absolute king of aftercare but for the most part he’s decent.

He’ll clean you up, grab you some water, and pass out next to you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ian’s favorite part on you is your hands. He loves to paint your nails black ( those pretty fingers would look great wrapped around his cock)

His favorite part of himself would probably be his mouth, he doesn’t want to sound too conceited but he loves the way he’s able to go down on you. Ian loves seeing you try to not make a sound as he’s using his tongue on you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

For Ian, he loves to come on your chest and ass. It’s so cute watching you try to wipe the cum all off you.

Sometimes if he’s feeling a bit cocky, he’d push his cock against your cheek, just to get some pre-cum on your face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His dirty secret is that this man wants to try being pegged just once. Ian just wants to know what it could feel like.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not that experienced at all. The only person he’s been with was Erin, and even then they didn’t do much. It’s definitely a sore topic for him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorite position has to be missionary. It’s basic but he loves seeing your face contort from slight pain to pleasure and your body bounce ever so slightly as he thrusts up into you. The sight is truly his favorite thing to see.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not too goofy, the most he does is use your pet names in bed or making small little teasing jokes. Other than that he prefers to just enjoy the experience with you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s got black semi thick curly hair. He trims it whenever it gets too long , he refuses to shave it though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He gets very romantic during the moment. He’ll whisper how perfect you look under him, and how much he loves you. He’s super gushy during the moment and gets embarrassed later on.

He won’t openly admit to anything he’s saying though. He’s to shy about it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This dude won’t admit it but he jerks off every single day. He’s always stressed so just one session a day would help relieve that somewhat.

If you’re offering yourself up however, he’d slow down his methods of jerking it a day. It’d turn into every few days.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dacryphilia

Breath play

Blood play

Dominance and submission

Impact play

Edging

Praise and degradation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves doing it in his van or in his room. The van makes him feel a little risky but not risky enough to actually make him anxious about being caught. His room is his favorite spot by far because he can just pass out on his bed after plowing you into the mattress.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets all hot and bothered by the sight of you getting all embarrassed and flustered, it makes him feel a bit more in control.

Ian loves feeling you press up against him or bend over right in front of him, it sends his mind racing.

He also loves when you run your fingers through his jet black hair, especially when you tug on it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Actually bullying him or making mean comments about his body, he likes being degraded but not like that.

Anything non-con, he wants to have sex as two consenting adults do. He doesn’t want to feel like he’s actually forcing you to sleep with him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to be on the receiving end, solely because he’s a bit embarrassed of his giving head/eating out skills. He’ll pet your head if you go down on him, and if he’s really getting close he’ll hold your head in place and hump into your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He tries to go slow at first but when he’s caught up into it, he ruts into you fast and a bit hard. His thrusts are aimlessly rhythmic, his only goal in mind is to hit your sweet spot and to come deep inside you.

Ian is gonna be holding you down as he’s fucking into you, the sounds of his skin slapping yours echoing the dimly lit room. He’s sweaty that his eyeliner is making small streaks down his pale cheeks. Small little whines are going to come out no matter how hard he bites down on his bottom lip to block it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t hate quickies; but he doesn’t prefer them either. Ian wants to just enjoy taking his time with you, wanting to draw out the sight of you falling apart on his cock as long as possible. However when he is having a busy or stressful day, he wouldn’t be opposed to using your body as a stress reliever.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This man has a hard enough time fitting into society with how he dresses and acts, he’s not too eager to be found butt ass naked with you raw dogging in some closet.

He prefers to have sex with you in places where he knows he’s safe from leering eyes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ian can go about 2 - 3 rounds with you before feeling exhausted.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s not the type to really own toys for himself, but he’d buy you some if you’d ask.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not much of teasing guy in the sense of physically doing anything. This punk guy is all verbal teaching. He’s got a tongue on him for sure. Not that you’d mind.

He’d get jealous and asks if you both can leave early because he wants to go home. If you want to try and wave him off, he’d whisper about how if you’re good and goes home with him, he’d make you feel like you won’t be able to walk for a while. Needless to say you went home with him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He groans a lot. He gets embarrassed about it, but if you make him submissive and ride him, he’ll let out more whines and whimpers than you’d expect. Dudes a switch.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ian gives me vibes that if you pull on his hair, he’d probably nut in his pants. Sensitive scalps for the win 💅🏻

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Ian is about 7 inches circumcised, black hair trimmed. He’s definitely not a grower, Ian is long when soft and hard. He isn’t thick around at all either.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive isn’t the highest, but definitely not the lowest. This man can go about 2-3 rounds before having to tap out.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

While he’d love to cuddle and sleep together, usually he’s reverting back to his usual sleeping position. ( he looks like a sickly Victorian child)

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hiii um. feel free to say no and i kind of feel embarrassed asking lmao but. ian mckinley and breeding kink with fem reader? >//<

NEVER EVER EVER FEEL EMBARRASSED FOR REQUESTING THIS listen im not saying that ian has to breed you everytime he gets high but thats exactly what im saying...... if you dont like the high aspect of this or if i used pronouns.descriptions ur uncomfy with, feel free to send another ask and i can fix it up/rewrite it!!!! otherwise, i hope you enjoy :D

Ian McKinley x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1548

WARNINGS: nsfw, breeding, creampie, talk of breeding/ getting pregnant/getting knocked up, high sex (bc its ian and im right), car sex, pretty tame compared to most of my stuff!!! barely proofread honestly so sorry if theres any mistakes <3

Though the smoke is thick, lazily flowing from his lips, you can still make out his red cheeks and that shit eating grin. His gaze, like always, is on you and intense, making you shift in your spot opposite of him. “C’mere,” he says, coughing slightly as he nods his head, arm slung over the headrest of the backseat. You grin, closing the gap between you two and nestling into his side. His nose runs along your cheek, his eyes closed, as he breathes in. “Fuck, you smell good, y’know that?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ian whispers back quickly, the word tumbling from his lips as he dips his head down to kiss at your jaw. You sigh, tilting your head as he continues down your neck, his hand dragging down your bare arm, his rings cold against your warm skin. His lips move expertly, finding the spot that has you letting out a soft gasp, goosebumps rising on your skin. “There you go,” he praises, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh as he trails down further. “You feelin’ it yet?”

You muster up a hum, nodding your head. Of course you could feel it; the two of you had been smoking on and off in his car for the last hour, shedding your warm winter layers as the car continued to heat up, leaving you in your pants and tank top, Ian in his jeans. His breath had long become your own, adding to the sensation of floating you felt. “God…” You grunt, eyes closing as he nips and bites at the thin flesh of your neck, soothing it with his tongue, the cool metal of his piercing sending a shiver down your spine. “Ian, we can’t.” You say, a flimsy sentence you had no plans on doubling down on.

He ignores you, hand drifting to cup you over your jeans for a moment before trailing up to your chest where he squeezes, his tongue and lips and teeth still marking you. You feel dizzy, your mind gone, unable to focus on anything but him. You always got like this when he kissed you, but when the two of you were high he was borderline addictive. “Yeah we can, baby,” Ian says, pulling back and letting go of your tit to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him.

Ian’s lips are pink and swollen, his cheeks red, his pupils dilated. His eyes search yours briefly and he smiles, leaning in to kiss you. “Lean back.” He grunts against your lips, pulling away to shove off his jeans. The back of his car is cramped but somehow you manage to lay back against the warm leather seats and have your pants pushed down to your ankles before Ian’s hands are back on you. He helps you take the rest off before spreading your legs at the knee, cursing under his breath. You blush, rolling your eyes at him.

“You’ve seen me naked a million times, Ian.”

“I’m pretty fucking lucky, aren’t I?” He teases, kissing your knee before leaning over you. You squirm remembering your first time with Ian, how he had told you over and over again you were made for him, how he fit against and inside you so perfectly it was meant to be. Ians’ breath is warm against your skin and you moan softly, looking down at where you meet, his hand wrapped around his cock as he slowly swipes it through your folds. “So wet already. Forgot weed goes straight to your cunt, baby.”

You whine slightly as you grind your hips against his tip, silently begging, before you hum. “You totally didn’t forget.” He laughs, confirming, before he grunts, the tip of his cock pushing against your hole. One thing about Ian, high or not, was that he loved to tease you, to dangle what you wanted over your head, keep it just out of reach, until you begged. “Ian, please! C’mon, d-don’t fuck around, dickhead.”

His eyes snap away from his hardening cock to your eyes, narrowing them slightly. “That’s not how you ask and you know it.” He says, his voice frighteningly calm and level. He pushes his cock against you again, sliding it through your folds with a hiss, his eyes never leaving yours as the sound of his cock sliding through your wetness filled the car. “C’mon, I know you can beg like a slut, sweetheart. Don’t tell me you’re all fucked out already?”

“Shut up.”

“I'm waiting.”

You look between him and his cock, groaning in frustration as the tip of his cock slides against your clit, too softly to do anything other than tease you. “Okay, okay!” You say and he gives you a pleased smile, waiting. It was harder to get you to this point when you were sober, too shy and too stubborn to listen. “Please fuck me, baby, okay? I need it, you know that.” You whine, your arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer, your lips hovering against his. “I’ll even let you do that thing you like.” You whisper, grinning when he pulls his head back a bit to get a better look at you with an eyebrow raised. “Please, Ian? I want you cum in me.”

There’s a brief pause as he registers what you’ve whispered to him, his eyes widening before he kisses you hard, his hand fumbling to line himself up with your hole. “Holy fuck, baby.” Ian’s head rests in the crook of your neck, his pale body pressed against yours in the cramped car, the tip of his cock pushes inside you. His lips brush against your neck, tongue swiping over your salty skin as you moan. His hips move slowly, groaning as he bottoms out. “Fucking take it so well, don’t you? You were just made to take my cock, baby, see how good I feel inside you? Shit, I love you, I love your fucking pussy.”

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you adjust to his size, your cunt pulsing around his cock. Despite being with Ian for as long as you have been (and fucking him just as long, if not longer,) it still took you a minute before you could tell him to start moving. His cock was long, curving upwards, always managing to hit the spot inside you that made your vision go white around the edges. “O-okay… you can move.” You breathe out and Ian is pulling out only to slam back in. You yelp as he sets his pace, fast and rough, grunts and whines slipping from his lips.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight.” He moans, one arm next to your head propping himself up as he ruts inside you. “C-can you, shit, Y/N, can you talk? Please, baby, I wanna hear how bad you want it, okay?” Ian's voice cracks slightly, his face hovering above yours, eyes searching yours. “I know you need my cum, don’t you? Need my fuckin’ load inside you, dripping out, breeding you.” 

You nod your head quickly, moaning, your hips rocking against his cock, plunging him deeper inside you. His moan is high pitched, a whimper, and his thrusts begin to lose tempo. “Fuck, Ian, baby, I do need it. I need you to breed me so bad, I need you to cum inside me, knock me up, fuck,” you moan, babbling as he continues to fuck you. Your words, your gasps, your moans; they all drive Ian fucking crazy. 

His thrusts grow sloppier and now his entire weight is on you, his forehead pressed against yours, his cock barely pulling out with each thrust. The tip of his cock hits into your g-spot over and over again, forcing all the air out of your lungs as the pleasure builds. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunts, shuddering as his hips begin to sputter. “M’gonna fucking cum, holy fuck. Gonna knock you up, baby, get you pregnant. Pussy’s gonna be leaking once I’m done with you. Fuck, I’m cumming.” 

Ian thrusts inside you a few more times before slamming all the way back in with a loud grunt, cumming inside you. You catch your breath as he rocks his hips, your cunt squeezing around him, milking his cock. His eyes open and he lifts his forehead from yours, giving you a lazy pleased grin. “That felt good.” You say with a grin, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Yeah? You liked me breeding you baby?” Ian asks, kissing your cheek and down to your neck again. You hum, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of his lips. You feel Ian begin to thrust again, gently, and you gasp softly, opening your eyes and looking at him in confusion. He grins, a flash of something dark in his eyes. “What? You thought you weren’t gonna cum tonight, baby?” He tsks, shaking his head as he hisses from overstimulation, rocking his hips back and forth. “Nah, gotta feel you cum around me baby. You can show me a few times, can’t you?”  He leans his forehead against your own once more, his pace getting faster as soft moans leave your lips. “Besides, I need to breed you a few more times anyways. Gotta make sure it sticks, don’t I, baby?

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Hello! Can you make Yandere Ian McKinley x unwilling bestfriend reader?

Hello! And yes I can! I haven’t seen much Ian McKinley fanfics lately, so I’m happy to write one! I will say it’s been a while since I’ve seen the movie, so if I mess up a few points in his character I apologize in advance! Also I’m not entirely sure what the unwilling part is, but I might have an idea. If I get it wrong too I’m sorry 😩 -Willow

Warnings / yandere themes, death, depictions of death, mentions of vomiting, unwilling reader, my horrible writing on the spot, proceed at your own caution.

Ian had texted you half an hour ago, mentioning how him and Erin would be getting off in twenty minutes. You knew the whole routine, he’d text you when they’re off, you’d be free and go over, all three of you would hang out until Erin wanted to go home, you’d drop Erin off and hang with Ian until one of you were tired. A typical Tuesday activity. The only thing unusual about today was the fact you waited for them to come out, but they never did.

Stepping into the hardware store, you felt a small pit in your stomach. The place itself was dark, but that was probably due to Ian and Erin closing up. It was the sound of sobs in the distance that made you uneasy. The closer you got, the more the gory details came into view. The sawdust and boards of wood scattered all over the floor where the four other people stood. Ian’s sobs rang loudly in your ears as he was holding the body of his now deceased girlfriend. Twelve big nails pieced through her head and hand, blood running down every new hole in her face. She must’ve passed almost instantly, but the sight alone was enough to make you gag. Wendy turned to face you, she was standing by Kevin, her face pale as she looked almost as shocked as you. “ Y/n? What’re you doing here?” Kevin called out, his voice shaky after he followed Wendy’s gaze, probably to avoid the gory scene in front of him.

The urge to vomit came up again, unable to answer as your eyes were glued onto Erin’s once beautiful face now mutilated into a disfigured mess. Trying to cover your mouth and nose wouldn’t stop the smell of the blood, a soft wail leaves your lips as you turn away to try and not look.

“ Y/n, if you need to step outside you can- “ Wendy said softly , walking toward you as a way of trying to comfort. “ but before you do, you need to know that you might be in danger” she continued softly.

The feeling of her hand touching your shoulder almost made you jump. She was trying to guide you away from the deadly situation. Another son ripped from you as you tried to look over your shoulder, seeing a glimpse of Ian getting up and noticing you being walked off by Wendy. Wendy pulled your attention back ,” Kevin and I tried to warn them- but it was too late. Y/n you might be able to help us.” She started, holding your shoulder as she grabbed her phone from her jacket pocket. “ Remember that night when I kept saying that everyone needed to get off the ride?” She asked softly.

You pondered back to that time. You were third wheeling with Erin and Ian, following them around when Ian mentions the rollercoaster. They seemed very excited to get on the death trap, but a part of you felt a little nervous. You couldn’t pin point it, but you felt uneasy at the idea of going on it. As you, Erin, and Ian waited in line, that nervousness grew. It wasn’t until Erin and Ian got on the ride where you stopped and told they were at full capacity. Both of them seemed bummed you weren’t going, Ian more so, but you couldn’t help but feel relief? Before the ride could even start, Wendy was freaking out and screaming to get off the ride, in return started a whole fight.

With a slight nod, you do your best to wipe the memory from your mind. Ian was a bit needy after the brawl he had, you had to clean up any small cuts he might’ve gotten from the other boys fighting. “ Yeah, I remember. What’s that have to do with Erin?” You asked, your voice a little shaky as you watched Wendy dial the police.

Her gaze lingered towards you for a moment ,” I had a vision of my death, mine and several others. “ her tone was low and stern, not wanting to show any signs of making some kind of sick joke.

“ What?- “ was all you were able to ask before you and Wendy heard yelling and rushed footsteps coming your way.

The feeling of a calloused hand touching the upper part of your back almost made you scream. You felt that hand grip your shirt and drag you back. Unable to maintain your balance, you accidentally stumbled onto the grabber. “ Stay away from her, Wendy. Stay the fuck away!” The familiar voice yelled out, his voice cracking as he has a good hold on you.

Kevin followed soon after, getting in between Ian and Wendy. Turning your head, you make eye contact with your best friend. His eyes were red and to the brim with tears. Wendy called out ,” Ian what happened to Erin wasn’t o-“

Ian’s grip tightened more as he held you close to his side. “ It is your fucking fault- she would be alive right now if it wasn’t for you! “ his voice was more shaky. Your hand reflexively touched his torso onto to quickly move your hand back. A Warm, sticky substance smeared all over his shirt and now your hand as you tried your best to wipe off your dead friend’s blood. “ Just fuck off- come on y/n” he yelled out one more time to Wendy and Kevin before dragging you off to the exit.

As you and Ian got more to the light, the more his clothes came into view. The dark red was smeared and spread all over his shirt and upper pants. His hands were also covered in blood as he forced the door open. “ Ian-“ you called out softly, trying to get out of his grip as he dragged you outside.

He didn’t acknowledge you for a good bit, unlocking his van before pushing you into the back. “ Ian!” You call out again, your voice louder as he muttered to himself.

His breath was shaky as he finally looked down at you. He was doing his best not to cry, and you felt yourself slowly not tensing up anymore. “ Ian I’m so sorry. What you must’ve saw in there, with Erin-“ you were cut off by Ian wrapping his arms around you, burying his face into your hair. He seemed to still be shaken up over Erin.

“ It’s their fault, they caused her death.” He choked out, keeping a firm hold on you as he continued,” I don’t want you near them.”

You felt your face heat up at that order, sure he lost Erin, but that wasn’t Wendy’s fault. It was a freak accident, and it’s not fair to punish Wendy or you by forcing either of you not to talk to each other. “ Ian, I can’t do that. Wendy is my friend too-“

Ian pulled his head out of your hair, his eyes holding a cold stare as he forced you to keep eye contact. His bloody hand touching your cheek, his thumb caressing your wet cheek despite the disgust on your face. The smell of blood so close to your face reeked. “ I can’t lose you too. Promise me you won’t talk to her. “ Ian’s voice was cold and firm.

You felt your stomach twist slightly at the sight of how scary he looked at you. “ Ian-“ You protested softly, trying to not be too harsh since he just lost his girlfriend.

Ian put his forehead to yours, still caressing your cheek with his red thumb. “ If you died I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. Please… just please don’t leave my side right now. Erin was not even a foot away when she died. The nails went through her so quickly, I couldn’t even-“ he sucked in his breath as he tried his hardest not to gag at the thought. “ Just promise me you won’t talk to them. I’ve been your friend for years, you and Wendy aren’t as close as we are.” He whispered softly in your ear.

A small tear rolled down your cheek as he kept rambling how evil they were, how Erin was killed by their hands, how he’d protect you no matter what. He kept his hold firm on you as he pressed his face more towards you, his nose brushing yours now.

Shaking your head slightly, you gently tried to scoot away to make distance, however it was short lived as he scooted towards you. “ Ian, please.” You’d whisper, fat tears rolling down your bloody cheek as you looked at his already up close face .

His face grew closer as he kept muttering softly, his lips brushing yours slightly. “ It’s their fault. I lost Erin, I’m not losing you. You were both mine. My girls. I’m not losing you too” his tone was low, probably lost in his own head as his lips grazed yours as he spoke.

A pit grew in your stomach as you put a hand to his chest, not knowing how to calm Ian down. You didn’t want Ian to be like this. “ Ian, I’m not yours, we’re just friends-“

Cracked lips leave a small peck on your lips as he got even closer. “ You are mine. Even before all of this, you were always by my side” his voice was raspy and his breath smelled of cigarettes and mint. He gave another kiss as he pulled you in.

A small whine leaves your lips as he drags you closer to him, his hand sliding up your shirt ever so slightly. “ Ian, you have a girlfriend!” You cried out, glaring him down as he finally looks into your eyes.

Ian rolled his eyes after a moment of you both staring each other down. “ Even when Erin was alive, she knew what I felt about you. She didn’t care as long as I loved her too. And I do, really. She even helped me with getting you to hang out with us. She wouldn’t care if I kept having you by my side even when she’s gone..” Ian confessed, his hand slowly going up your shirt. His wet, sticky hand felt warm against your cool skin.

The confession alone almost made you throw up. Before you could even speak, his lips crashed into yours. He used his free hand that wasn’t under the back of your shirt to hold down the back of your neck, mostly to keep you in place as he deepened the kiss.

In the end it didn’t matter if you wanted him or not, he wasn’t losing you like he lost Erin. You were his until death was coming to collect him.

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Thank you for reading! I really tried my best, I wrote this all in one sitting within an hour. So I’m sure there’s probably a lot of grammar/spelling mistakes. I hope you enjoyed!