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slayedx · 9 months

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“𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pussy-drunk/cockdrunk, riding, squirting, oral, overstimulation, light pain kink cause you're too tight, mirror sex, mating press, full nelson, doggy, lotus, holding you in the air, overstimulation, praise, begging, cumming inside you, mind break, daddy/mama/princess/sweetheart/beautiful etc..., some hair pulling

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: geto, gojo, choso and toji (separate) “it’s too tight”

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

You’re bent over the bathroom counter. Holding you off the ground by your hip. His thick, rough fingers dig into your hip's squishy crease. "Fuck Mama, you're so damn good. Can't enough of your tight sloppy cunt." He tightens his grasp on your hair, yanking your head back to make you look into the mirror.

Roughly pulling by your hip to meet Toji’s harsh, quick thrusts from behind. His fat balls slapping your clit. Mewling, “DADDY! RIGHT THERE! PLEASE!” Your eyes roll back, jaw-dropping into a perfect o with a loud moan. Reaching back, he lets your hair go, grabbing your wrist, trusting it behind your back. You're a toy for him to get off.

Clenching Toji's cock, you can feel the soft texture of his skin, the hardness of his cock, and every pulsing vein better than before. Toji tosses his head back, yanking you up by your hair to his broad chest. Lowering his leg from the counter, slamming you down on this thick cock to make you meet his thrust.

Toji groans, "You're too tight mama, you trying to milk my cock sweetheart? Trying to make me cum inside your beautiful, hot tight pussy." He groans, bouncing you faster on his cock. "If you keep squeezing my cock like that I won't be able to pull out." Curling your toes when the harsh force of the thrust makes your mind go blank from the intense pleasure.

Wrapping your arm around his neck, he grabs the back of your knees. Spreading your legs your soaking cunt looks so good taking Toji's pale, veiny cock. Begging Toji, “Stuff me full! Please Daddy, wanna feel your cock throb as you cum inside me. Want your warm, thick cum fucked deep into me!” Tilting your head back Toji leans down to give you a rough, sloppy short kiss.

Breaking the kiss, looking in the mirror. “Your sloppy cunt looks so good taking my cock mama. Such a beautiful clit, soft lips, and you’re so wet, dripping down my balls. Nnn mama I can’t get enough of you.” His praise goes straight to your sensitive, quivering cunt.

You can’t take your eyes off the sweet drunken look of pleasure on his handsome face. He groans, “You’re too tight mama, you feel so fuckin goooood. Need my cum that badly princess?”

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

Laying down on Choso's hard, broad muscular chest. He's holding your legs apart by the back of your knees. Rutting his hips up, gliding his fat, veiny cock into your soaking cunt. Keeping his feet planted on your bed to help him keep a steady but quick pace.

His fat veiny cock spitting you open in such a position feels overwhelmingly pleasurable. "Daddy please, don't stop!" Mewling, begging for more despite your cunt squirting on his cock. Thick clear cum spraying onto your bed, drenching his balls you intend to drain of every last drop of cum.

You have long since given up thinking, too enraptured by the way his heavy cock feels inside of you. Evert stroke rubbing your g-spot making your toes curl. Choso grunts, "Princess you're too tight, I don't wanna stop. Nnng so fuckin' tight, wet, can't get enough." Rolling over, stuffing your face into your pillow, lifting your hips in the air.

Roughly fucking his cock into you, spreading your lips apart to watch your tight hole take his cock. "You're so beautiful my love. Your little cunt is going to make me cum quicker than I want to. When I want to take my time enjoying your squelching, tight cunt." He grabs your wrist, pinning them behind your back.

Pulling you back to meet his thrusts, lifting your face out of the pillow. "Please cum please please cum!" Your cunt is spasming around his cock from another rapidly building peak even though you just squirted on his cock.

Choso's thick, veiny cock, smooth deep moans, and quick, rough thrusts are too much for you to handle. "Do you think I'm stopping when I cum?" Reaching around, rubbing your clit. Your toes curl from the attention shown to your puffy, sensitive clit.

His cock jerks, twitching inside of you, his veins pulsing with the thick cum spurting from his cock. Stuffing his thick cream into your cunt with sloppy, rough, uneven thrusts. Pulling your head back, to give you a sloppy kiss.

The way he has your smaller body pinned beneath his massive, muscular one is intoxicating. Your slick dripping down your thighs as you cum again. You would never be able to make your cunt cum this many times.

How many times have you even cummed? You can't even think to count. All you can do is feel his massive cock splitting your soaking cunt open. Choso breaks the kiss to groan, "I don't think your tight cunt will let me pull out that easily. She's begging for more, I'll have to fuck her loose before I stop." Your cunt's squelching is as loud as your moans.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

His sleepy smile drops into a perfect o when you sink your hips down on Satoru's long, slightly thick, veiny cock. Clenching when his head rubs your g-spot. The sweet pleasure driving you to bounce faster.

Moaning, "I'm so proud of you for working so hard." His cheeks flush pink, a cocky smirk stretching across his face. He leans down, stopping shy of your lips. Leaving you waiting for a kiss.

Cupping his face, swiping your thumb slowly. He croons, "I know you are but fuck do I love hearing it." His gentle, passionate kiss gets rougher when he slips his tongue past your lips.

Settling into a steady rhythm, moaning into his mouth when he pinches your nipples, pulling till you cry. Gently rubbing them afterward to soothe the slight ache. You can feel every swipe in your clit.

Biting his lip making Satoru whine. Breaking away, admiring how pouty and pink his bottom lip looks, his beautiful, cocky, careless smile. Satoru loudly moans, "That's it you look so hot using my cock like it's a toy." The sound and his words go straight to your cunt.

Clenching his cock, rocking your hips faster, your clit rubbing the clean shaved skin above his cock. His words, "Sweetheart your cunt is getting so tight and sloppy." The way his cock feels gliding into your tight, sensitive cunt makes you lose all other thoughts.

"You're gonna make me cum if you don't stop." Purposefully clenching, sliding your hand into his fluffy hair tilting his head to the side. Gently biting his neck, sucking intending to leave several bright red marks on his pale skin.

Urging him, "Go ahead, bust inside my tight cunt. I fuck your cum deeper into me as I keep riding your overly sensitive cock. I wanna feel your cock throb as you cum." Groaning when you feel his cock's veins pulse seconds before his thick cum spurts into you. His warm cum gets you off but you want more.

Relentlessly riding his cock keeping him from going soft. Stuffing his warm cum deeper into your sensitive cunt. making Satoru squirm and moan, "Fuck! Fuckmefuck! You'retootight!" Pulling away from his neck, looking up into his beautiful face.

Swiping your thumb across his bottom lip. You croon, "You'll be able to handle it won't you?"

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Suguru is an addict when it comes to eating you out. The tangy taste of your cunt is his favorite flavor to replace the nasty bile aftertaste of swallowing a curse. Every time after a shift you'd spread your legs at his or your place for him to bury his face into.

No one could eat your cunt into a sensitive, sloppy mess the way Suguru does. To the point where you're a trembling, mewling mess, crying as hard as your cunt is drooling down Suguru's chin.

Pulling on Suguru's hair, his bun having long given up with the band abandoned somewhere on the bed. Mewling, "I've already cummed too much, I can't." Suguru doesn't stop pumping his tongue into your quivering, overly sensitive cunt.

He groans when you tug on his hair harder, not budging in the slightest. Squeezing your squishy thigh, rubbing your clit faster. Silently telling you everything without saying a word. Another loud hungry moan and your gushing.

Squirting thick clear cum into Suguru's mouth, trickling down his chin. He plays his hand on your navel, pinning you down to keep you from running away. Fucking your soaking wet cunt with his tongue, playing with your clit till your cunt stops spasming.

Moving his thumb to kiss your clit, sliding his fingers down your plush lip. He croons, "You're so good for me princess, knew you're beautiful cunt could squirt for me." Effortlessly picking you up, getting on the bed with you on his lap.

Holding you up by an arm around your waist lining his cock up. "You're going to cum one more time on my cock, let me feel how tight you get when you cream." Using some force to nudge his cock past your lips into your tight cunt.

Trembling from the intensely pleasurable burn of his too-thick cock spitting you open. You can't think to do anything more then whine, "Daddy as you feel his cock head going deep inside of you.

Loudly Suguru moans, "Sweetheart you're so tight! Too tight!" He takes a moment to pause, getting used to how tightly your soaking wet cunt is clenching him. Rocking your hips seeking the toe-curling friction that will make you cum

Watching beautiful expressions of pleasure take over his handsome face. "It's too much, I need more. Need to make your tiny, soft hole gap from my fat cock. Mm I need you to-don't stop! Nnnn!"

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slayedx · 11 months

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𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮/ 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: somonphilia, oral, fingering, nipple play, sleepy!reader, praise & degradation, panty sniffing and stealing, pervert!toji, pervert!satoru, pervert!Suguru, vibrator

"I'm bored n' horny." Toji abruptly stands up and pulls his shirt off. Tossing it onto the living room floor. Pushing his sweatpants down, kicking them by his shirt.

Satoru glances up from his switch. "Why jerk off when she's gonna be awake in a couple hours? She's just tired from work, and complained it was kicking her ass earlier." Satoru's cock aches at the thought of being between your legs. Imagines your plush soaking wet cunt dripping his cum clouding his mind.

Toji snorts, "Why wait when I can stick my dick in our princess's mouth right now? Then I'll fuck her back to sleep." Toji's cock had been persistently hard, his large balls aching. Pre-cum smearing inside his sweatpants. Adding to the uncomfortably.

Suguru pauses his game, standing up. "I'm eating her pussy out, once she cums then I'll let one of you have a turn." He sets his controller down. Pulling his hair back into a ponytail, his cock straining against his gym shorts. Which were comfortable moments ago.

Satoru states, "I'm next. Dying for another taste sweetheart tastes so goood." Drawing out the last word with a groan. Lost in the thought of your sleepy moans and gorgeous body trembling.

Suguru follows Toji towards your bedroom with Satoru in tow. Satoru fantasizes. "Hope she's just as reactive asleep as she is awake." He fondles his cock through his sweatpants. "Love it when she's loud and her pussy messy."

Toji informs Suguru and Satoru, "She is, fuck she's whinier when she's sleepy. Gonna wake up fast n' be a demanding beautiful brat." Easing your door open. Your dimly lit wax warmer casts a golden glow onto the bed and around your room.

Toji continues "We can hold her down fuck her and stuff her mouth if she gets mouthy." They could make out you're on your back, sprawled out. The perfect position for them to use your sleeping body to get off.

Suguru adds, "Afterwards we can stuff her belly with some food, and tuck her back into bed." He eases the blanket off your naked body. Dropping it onto the floor.

Satoru chimes in, "I'll cuddle her while I'm playing Stardew valley." Satoru picks up the vibrator you left out. Turning it on, climbing onto your bed. "Sweetheart busted a nut and fell asleep." Satoru swirls the toy on your clit. You moan, parting your lips enough for Toji to slip his thumb past.

Toji suggests, "Maybe we aren't enough for her, we should step it up n' break her beautiful cunt." He kneels on the bed, guiding his cock to your warm mouth. Groaning when he glides his cock past your lips.

Suguru snags the underwear crumbled up by your body. "Her panties are so messy." He smells them groaning, "Smells so fucking good." Toji grabs your jaw, holding your head still, spit smearing from his fingers onto you.

"Even in her sleep, she's a good fuckin' slut." Satoru dips his head, sucking on your nipple. Flicking it with his tongue. Adding more pressure to your clit, swirling it faster. You tremble, moaning around Toji's cock as he fucks part of his cock into your mouth.

Toji holds out his hand. "Don't hog her panties, you've stolen ten of them. Let's get that one." Suguru passes them. "

Satoru won't stop buying them for her, she has plenty. I'll give them back clean when I get bored of them." Toji takes a long deep breath, then licks it. Sticking part of your panties into his mouth and sucking on it.

You open your eyes, relaxing your mouth more. Cupping Toji's balls, massaging them. Spreading your legs for Suguru, grabbing his bun, knocking it loose. He nudges his tongue past your lips, groaning. Your soaking wet cunt clenching from the vibrations.

Satoru pulls away from your sensitive nipple with a soft pop. Grinning at Toji, "Nasty fucker sucking her dirty panties like its candy." Toji loudly groans, then pulls them out to respond.

"Our Mama’s soaking wet cunt is candy. She has been givin' me a sweet tooth. Can’t help myself." Suguru kisses your lips, moaning, gliding his tongue past, making out, and tongue fucking your tight cunt.

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slayedx · 1 year

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i have two works sitting in my drafts rn ngl🫣

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slayedx · 1 year

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currently working on a bullet train hurt comfort and then probably gonna do some bullet train smut to even it out:)

i’m back w a horny vengeance.

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slayedx · 1 year

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i’m back w a horny vengeance.

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slayedx · 2 years

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safe - e.m.

summary: you and eddie see eachother for the first time after you broke the friendship to protect him from the upside down

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

word count: 4.7k

tags: mentions of drugs, strong language, no s4 spoilers, friends to enemies to lovers-ish, angst

a/n: fellas! i have written about 6 eddie fics bc nothing could satisfy me n im still iffy abt it so u gotta tell me if this sucks, alright? we’re cousins here, its ur duty. BUT I HOPE ITS ENJOYABLE ITS ANGSTY BUT THATS HOW I COPE <3

Eddie Munson sat on a lounge chair by the pool, unlit cigarette hanging by the corner of his mouth. His metal lunchbox stood by his boots, on the stoned ground. His right leg bounced up and down with quickness, his fingers fiddled with the rings on his right hand.

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slayedx · 2 years

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summary: quick drabble of nasty sex w eddie

cw: daddy kink, fem! reader, penetration, squirting

“yeah take that shit baby fuck- this pussy is fucking divine�� eddie moans out ringed hands pressing indents into your waist as he pistons his hips into your cunt.

the wet clutch of your pussy makes him feel like he’s in damn heaven. no matter how many times you have fucked he can’t get over how damn tight and wet you were. his eyes jump to your ass as it bounces against his abs; the sound is deafening as the squelch of your cunt combines with the pats of his pelvis meeting your ass, and his balls knocking against your clit.

“d-daddy! ‘s too much” you manage to babble out as he pounds your cunt into the mattress; causing you to arch your back to the point of almost pain but you can’t find it in yourself to care as the pleasure overwhelms you.

“oh baby i’ll show you too much” he smirks as he raises a leg lifting it to plant his foot on the bed and he moves his hand to wrap around the back of your throat pushing you deeper into the mattress; the coolness of his rings a stark contrast to your scorching body. at his change of position his hips rapidly slam into yours as he starts a bruising pace.

you squeal at his thrusts as he hammers into your g-spot. his deep and hard thrusts partnered with his rough treatment has tears rolling down your cheeks as you moan, and babble praises.

“that’s a good girl, daddies perfect little princess huh? i found your little spot didn’t i?” he grins as he puts all his weight into his thrusts; repeatedly slamming into your g-spot. he moves his hand to wrap around your chin moving your head so it’s tilted back towards him. he admires your blissed out face before cooing down at you.

“awww you’re so fucked out; it’s alright little girl just stay pretty while daddy uses his cunt” he grunts out before moving your face back into the mattress and moving his hands back to your hips before moving your hips back to meet his deep thrusts.

your start to shake in his hold as his powerful thrusts become too much for you to handle.

“m’ gonna cum please ohmygod- need to cum please daddy” you sob out as he continues the pounding of his hips and he can’t help but giggle at your pleas

“go on baby cum for daddy” and at his permission you cry out; cunt clenching around his cock as streams of wetness jet out and spurt into his torso.

he moans at the sight pulling out and grabbing his dick to rub it against your clit; extending your orgasm and successfully furthering the mess. he grins as your pussy flutters coming down from your high and you pant out from the exertion. he leans down so he’s eye level with your pussy before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your clit.

“good girl” he grins before moving back to his position behind you. you whine as you feel him position himself at your entrance.

“it’s okay baby i know you’re tired; just let daddy do all the work” he grins as he leans down to kiss your shoulder, as he slides back into your cunt with a moan.

and as you spot the sun rising you know you should reprimand him for keeping you up on a school night; however as eddie continues to hammer into you; you figure that’s a sacrifice you’re willing to make.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie thirst #eddie smut #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson thirst #joseph quinn #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader

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slayedx · 2 years

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HEY GUYS IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING DEF SUMTHING TMR THO❤️❤️❤️

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slayedx · 2 years

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TYYY!! IM SO GLAD U LIKE IT!!❤️❤️❤️

Pool Party

summary: a pool party at steve’s house leaves eddie no choice but to fuck you into the mattress

cw: squirting, bimbo!reader, dom!eddie, penetration, breeding kink, lowkey possessive eddie

a/n: HEAVILY inspired by @mrvlbimbo and her series go read her stuff!!!

how was he supposed to resist you like this?

you were both invited to steve’s house for a pool party along with the rest of the gang, and as soon as you changed into your bathing suit he knew he was fucked.

your bathing suit (if it could even be considered that) was as small as it could get, and true to your tastes pink and bedazzled. your fresh set of nails matches your bathing suit, and with the lack of fabric it’s clear to see your beautiful skin adorned with the cute little matching tattoos that were right under your tits. one of his name and another of a little guitar with small hearts surrounding it.

his breaking point was your jewelry choices: a gold necklace with his name on it along with an anklet that had his initials engraved into a heart, and in the moment he couldn’t help but lead you to a guest room in steve’s home.

and that’s how you both ended up in this position.

“c’mon princess take it” he coos down at your form. your little pink bikini not strong enough to hold your tits in place as they bounced with every thrust. a ringed hand moves to capture one; squeezing before massaging the skin and gazing down to look at your inked flesh causing him to moan.

“pretty girl getting her brains fucked out, you’ve gone dumb already huh?” he snickers as you nod dumbly. your eyes are rolled into the back of your head and your glossed lips are parted as a stream of pants leave your mouth.

“mhm mhm ‘m so dumb for your dick” you babble out as he fucks into your sopping pussy. strings of your arousal connects your pussy to his dick as the wet slicks of your cunt fill the room with even more noise in addition to your babbles and moans. eddie was always shocked at how wet your pussy got, and with enough work he could get you to squirt and make a real mess.

“fuck- messy fuckin’ pussy, takin my dick like a god damn champ, you like being my good girl? you love getting fucked nice and deep don’t you baby” he grits out pistoning his hips into you with more vigor. you squeal as he pounds into your g-spot causing you to gush more slick; your cunt tightens around him as your legs shake in his hold causing the little gold anklet to jingle.

“oh fuck- gonna cum, please let me cum hah- so good” you babble out as you almost let out a sob. your face scrunches up as he continues his assault before reaching a hand down to rub at your clit.

“go on babygirl cum all over me make a mess” he encourages as he presses a kiss to the anklet, and at his words you clamp down on his dick squirting on him in streams.

“fuuuuckk- just like fuuucking that, such a pretty pussy” he groans as he looks down seeing your swollen cunt take his fat dick as you ride out your orgasm.

your release soaking his trunks along with your sparkling bikini bottoms but you’re both too out of it to care. he bites his lip as he continues his deep thrusts plunging into your soaked heat, and letting you ride out your orgasm.

“shit- you’re so pretty baby, love watching you squirt on me like that fuck- gonna cum so deep in this pussy; gonna have you leaking cum when you walk out there, so everyone knows you’re fucking mine, fuuuck” he groans before pushing his hips as deep into you as he can go; his cockhead nuzzled against your womb as he pumps you full of cum.

you both lay there panting and eddie moves to hold your hand; admiring your matching pink nail polish that you painted to match your new set of claws (that he had paid for of course).

however he’s knocked out his thoughts with a whine from you.

“my bathing suit” you pout out.

“we just got this one eds, and it matches my nails” you sulk as you move to wrap your arms around his neck. he obliges you and leans down before he plants a kiss on your lips.

“it’s okay princess, i’ll buy you more” he smiles down entertained by your actions. he practically had hearts in his eyes as he gazed down at you.

“now lets get out of here before those little shits come looking for us yeah?” he speaks as he pulls out of you, and pulls his trunks up before moving to adjust your bathing suit.

he moves to pick you up and as you rest your head of his shoulder he walks out of the front of steve’s house and places you into the passengers seat of his trailer. he pecks your lips before hopping to the drivers seat and he pulls off to the nearest swimsuit store.

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slayedx · 2 years

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Pool Party

summary: a pool party at steve’s house leaves eddie no choice but to fuck you into the mattress

cw: squirting, bimbo!reader, dom!eddie, penetration, breeding kink, lowkey possessive eddie

a/n: HEAVILY inspired by @mrvlbimbo and her series go read her stuff!!!

how was he supposed to resist you like this?

you were both invited to steve’s house for a pool party along with the rest of the gang, and as soon as you changed into your bathing suit he knew he was fucked.

and that’s how you both ended up in this position.

“go on babygirl cum all over me make a mess” he encourages as he presses a kiss to the anklet, and at his words you clamp down on his dick squirting on him in streams.

“fuuuuckk- just like fuuucking that, such a pretty pussy” he groans as he looks down seeing your swollen cunt take his fat dick as you ride out your orgasm.

you both lay there panting and eddie moves to hold your hand; admiring your matching pink nail polish that you painted to match your new set of claws (that he had paid for of course).

however he’s knocked out his thoughts with a whine from you.

“my bathing suit” you pout out.

“we just got this one eds, and it matches my nails” you sulk as you move to wrap your arms around his neck. he obliges you and leans down before he plants a kiss on your lips.

“it’s okay princess, i’ll buy you more” he smiles down entertained by your actions. he practically had hearts in his eyes as he gazed down at you.

“now lets get out of here before those little shits come looking for us yeah?” he speaks as he pulls out of you, and pulls his trunks up before moving to adjust your bathing suit.

he moves to pick you up and as you rest your head on his shoulder; he walks out of the front of steve’s house and places you into the passengers seat of his trailer. he pecks your lips before hopping to the drivers seat and he pulls off to the nearest swimsuit store.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson thirst #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie thirst #smut #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you

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slayedx · 2 years

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SO GOOD AHH

𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫—𝐲𝐮𝐦!

summary. | you want to be the object of his affection—for him to give you all his time, touch, money, and attention. it’s a good thing he wants you to be his little lady.

warnings. | smut, smoking mention, pet name usage (peaches), heavy age gap (late 40s/early 20s), Daddy kink, p in v sex, rough sex, oral (f receiving), mild hand job, creampie kink, squirting, praise, degradation, dumbification, dirty talk, public sex, voyeurism (from johnny), mildly unrequited feelings (kinda requited), friends-with-benefits relationship, size kink (cock), mild anal play (thumb in the butt), mention of threesome + f masturbation + exhibitionism + fleshlight usage, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

pairings. | silver fox!Johnny Storm x fem!reader, friends-with-benefits!Jake Jensen x fem!reader, SF!Johnny Storm x other women*

word count. | ~6.7k.

author’s note. | *johnny is implied to still have one night stands until this fic. the habit dwindles when he crushes on the reader. thank you so much @sweetlilbambi for all your help!! ily! tysm @cuttlefjsh for proofreading! ily!!! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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The fence needs fixing—Johnny knows that. It’s turned grey, and the wood splinters. There’s even a hole between two planks, and conveniently, it’s on the portion shared with his next-door neighbour. You.

Now, he doesn’t mean to be a creep. It’s just that his curiosity gets the best of him, even in this boring suburban community.

Your grunting is loud, and so are your whines. Really, it’s your fault.

Through his sunglasses, Johnny peeks through the hole and catches you trying to set up a poolside chair in nothing but a bikini. The orange fabric reminds him of his powers, and they only come in handy during the summer when someone wants to light their grill up. Maybe even their blunts and cigarettes. Sue doesn’t know about that, though.

“Dammit,” you grumble, dropping the materials onto the ground. You stand there for a few seconds before slowly bending down to pick up the parts again. The heat beating down on you feels terrible, but the intense gaze from your older neighbour is much, much better.

As much as Mr. Storm would hate to admit it, he has quite the crush on you. It’s reciprocated. Obviously. He’s a man that you’d only read about in erotic books or films. Salt and pepper hair, strong muscles, very tall, and utterly charming.

His only flaw is that he won’t act on his feelings, so you have to take matters into your own hands.

Teasingly, you subtly sway your hips. But you suddenly stop when the brightest idea comes to your mind. You’re already proud of yourself for the outcome, and you're leaving your backyard before you can even overthink any other scenarios.

When Johnny sees you abruptly leave, he worries. Did you catch him? Are you going to tell everyone that he’s a pervert? Will he have to defend himself as he’d done when he was younger? Panic arises in him, and he’s frozen in his spot. Until his doorbell rings, his feet carry him over to the entrance before he can even think.

He swings the door open to find you, bright and cheery, with your hands clasped in front of your body. Your arms squeeze together slightly, pushing your tits together until they nearly spill out of the bikini top. Johnny’s gaze lingers on your chest for a few seconds before he clears his throat and looks at your face.

“Hi, Mr. Storm!” you greet, voice full of innocence even though you’re truly the opposite. Johnny knows this, remembering all the little escapades you’ve had with your friend. Jake is a stuttering mess, though he knows you’ve chosen Jensen as your victim because he would do anything you wanted him to do.

And that includes scandalous activities in the backyard just for your neighbour to see.

“Hi, peaches,” he roughly returns, but you don’t falter at his stoicism. “I’m having some trouble setting up my chair… Do you think you can help a girl out?” you ask, bouncing on your feet. Your movements cause your breasts to jiggle slightly, and his line of sight falls there once again.

Johnny’s helpless action isn’t missed by you. “Yeah, do you still have the instructions?” he questions, and you let out a vocalized pause before cheekily nodding your head. Once upon a time, Johnny never cared for instructions.

He’d ignore them and do things his way before terribly regretting it. Now, he’s more than grateful for a set of steps. Though, he’ll always prefer giving the guidance.

“I don’t think you’ll need them, though, Mr. Storm. You’re a very bright man.” Memories filled with articles of Johnny’s space-related smarts fill your mind, and you wonder why people treat him as if he’s an idiot.

His hands motion for you to lead the way, and you’re sure to give him a sight when you do so. The gentle swing of your waist is purely intentional for him. You coyly look back, catching his gaze that lingers on your ass. If you weren’t so close to getting what you wanted, you’d send him a wink.

The walk to your home is quick, and so is the adventure to your backyard. Johnny takes note of the garden, though he’s admired your pretty flowers before. “Your hydrangeas are beautiful,” he tells you, and you give him the sweetest of smiles. “Oh—Aw, thank you, Mr. Storm,” you sputter, not expecting the kind words from him.

It’s not that the Flaming Torch himself is rude—it’s just that he’s quite reserved. At the annual neighbourhood barbeques, he keeps to himself for a few hours before grumbling a goodbye and leaving. His departure always leaves you feeling a tad bit dejected, and now, you find yourself constantly pestering him so that he won’t be so alone in this sickly suburb.

(You choose to ignore the different limping women that leave his house some mornings).

“Please, call me anything but that,” he chuckles, and you tilt your head in curiosity. You’re drenched in it—practically rendering you insufferable in new environments. “Why?” you ask him, now following your neighbour.

Almost like he’s a professional, he starts picking up parts and the pamphlet. “Makes me feel old.”

A comedian. His hair is painted with strokes of grey that are too obvious to ignore. The crinkles around his eyes are mildly deep, and his freckles from the sun are more evident than they were back in his younger days.

(The Playboy photoshoots only hid the more private parts of him).

“So, what should I call you?” you question, and a specific title comes to mind. Daddy. You’re up-front but not that bold to call him it just yet. “Just Johnny,” he simply tells you, and you nod your head even though he can’t see you.

“Okay, Johnny. Can I ask another question?” you inquire, stepping around him so he can face you. Johnny stands up straight, and the paper pages rustle with the light breeze that passes. “You’re awfully curious, peaches, but go ahead,” he urges, reading the first set of steps.

“Why do you call me that?” you ask, picking up the glass of pineapple juice you had set aside. It’s warmer than before but still cool enough to soothe. “Hm?” Johnny hums, not even pulling his focus away from the instructions.

You huff, causing him to raise an eyebrow and finally bring his gaze to you. You push your mildly faux irritation to the side and hand him the drink. He thanks you under his breath in a mumble. “Peaches. You always call me that. Why?” you question, bouncing on your feet again.

This time, your hands are clasped behind your back, and the action is unintentional. Pure habit.

“Just what I came up with, I guess,” he tells you, though he sounds so unsure of himself. In his mind, he tells you that you’re as sweet as a peach. One that he’d like to eat up and never spit out. “Oh… Okay.”

Johnny knows you don’t buy his words, and he’s happy you don’t pry. He feels so terrible for having affection for you—for having such vivid and vicarious thoughts about you. But at the same time, Johnny has no shame or regret because he knows you don’t mind it. In fact, you welcome any amount of attention he’ll give you. Despite the standoffish attitude he presents, you never leave him be.

He’s not sure why he keeps those girls around when he could have you. Perhaps the older Human Torch is too afraid to let go of his old ways and make a jump for you. But he still tries.

Like when he wears nothing but a pair of jeans when repairing his fancy cars. They’re vintage, and he treasures them as much as he does your adoration, right in his heart.

“I think you were trying too hard, peaches. Don’t you?” Johnny asks, and the question seems almost accusatory. “Uhm… Sorry? I don’t follow,” you tell him, worried that you’re about to be embarrassed for lifetimes to come.

“The chair. It’s pretty simple, but I’m sure it’s not your fault you don’t understand. Little sluts like you don’t use their brains much, hm?”

“...Huh?”

Johnny raises an eyebrow at you, and you mentally curse yourself for forgetting your manners.

“Sorry. Sorry?” The older man chuckles at your words, slotting a bar into the hole meant for it. It takes strength, though, and his biceps bulge from the struggle. You try your hardest to not let your jaw fall slack as you marvel at the largeness of his muscles. “I said, it’s not your fault you don’t understand. These instructions were worded weirdly.”

You let out an ‘oh’ at his words, even though you know that he said something different. Something flirtatious and perhaps a little mean, but it doesn’t matter because you—holy shit, your crush just flirted with you.

If Jake—your sweet Jakey—was here, you’d ask him to pinch you. He’d hesitate at first but would grab at your skin nonetheless because he’d do anything for you. It’d hurt like a bitch, but it’d be confirmation that while you are living the dream, this is pure reality.

“Think you can get it done in time?” you question, your plans now the last things you care about. Who needs to daydream about your crush under the sun when he’s standing right before you? “Of course. I’m really good with my hands, y’know,” Johnny smiles, plucking the sunglasses out of his pockets.

He puts them back, though, and finally lets you see his lust-filled gaze instead of his usual shades.

“That’s good to know. I can ask you for help with other things!” you cheer, stepping back when he moves near you to grab another pole. “Really? That friend of yours doesn’t help?” Johnny questions, and a memory from the other night comes flooding back.

It was the loud groans that piqued his curiosity. For Mr. Storm, it was a lonely Friday night when he watches a movie and drinks beer. But for you, it was something else. He looked out the window, only to be greeted by the sight of you on your knees and your dear friend, Jake, bobbing your head up and down. Your gags were almost as loud as his sounds, if not more.

Johnny’s cock immediately hardened within the confines of his boxers. He had palmed himself but didn’t dare to stroke his length, worried that he’ll be caught. Worried he won’t be able to hold back afterwards. Eventually, you ceased the tiny bit of control and let your best friend fuck your face. Johnny wanted to be Jake at that moment—he wanted to ruin you that way.

But then, you pulled off for a breather. And you made eye contact with him. And winked. And went straight back to slobbering on Jake’s thick cock.

“Oh, Jake? He does! He just lives a bit far, so I can’t call him for every little thing, y’know?” you tell him before picking the cup back up and offering it to him. Instead of taking it from you, Johnny leans down and catches the straw between his lips, drinking up the remainder.

You stare at him simply and watch as he returns to his full height while smiling at you. “It’s as sweet as you,” he says, setting the frame of the chair down. He carries it like it weighs nothing. “Really? How do you know that?” you tease, tilting your head to the side.

“I just do.”

“Hm… You know, my friend Jakey said something like that before.”

Your words have Johnny’s nostrils flaring. He’s sure Jake’s repeated his words in some variation—some different context. And he’s sure Jake has tasted what’s between your legs.

“I’m sure he has.” Johnny hums, looking down at the now fully put-together chair. “Yeah, you should meet him! I’m sure you guys would get along pretty well. I think you have at least one thing in common with him,” you tell Johnny, and he smirks. He knows what you’re playing at. “Any specific ideas, peaches?” he asks, crossing his arms.

He’s more engrossed in you and this conversation than he is with the chair.

“Uhm… I– I don’t know. I was just saying that hypothetically, y’know?” you nervously ramble, suddenly void of your confidence. “You sure about that?” Johnny questions, taking a step closer to you. He drags his feet as a technique to make him seem suave. “...Uh-huh…” You’re practically starstruck, stuck in one place with a slacked jaw.

“If you have something on your mind, you should say it. I won’t judge,” Mr. Storm urges, raising his eyebrows to tempt you. “What do Jake and I have in common?” Saying your friend’s name seemed like it would scorch his tongue at first, but it truly isn’t that bad. “...Fixing stuff?”

You both curse in your minds. You chide yourself for your words, whereas the older man frustratedly sighs from your apprehension. To make the first move is scary for you, he knows that, but he just wishes you could be honest with him. He wishes he hadn’t gotten so wise and still carried that fearlessness he did when he was in his twenties and setting fire to the sky.

“Maybe we can teach you one day. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Johnny asks, and you quickly nod your head. You bite down on your lip, and a smile spreads across your face. It’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. “Y– Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

You hope that you’re picking up what he’s putting down and that what he’s saying is the dirty fantasy filling your mind.

“Might have to prepare you first. Not sure if you can handle it,” Johnny continues, and you slyly smirk. “I’m a big girl; I can take it,” you reassure, stepping closer to him under the pretence of looking at his handiwork. “Yeah?” Mr. Storm tilts his head upwards with his word, and you shyly nod. “I think big girls use their words when they want something, no?”

You let out a gasp and are sure your bikini bottoms are soaked. Sticky with your arousal and perhaps a shade darker, too.

Johnny puts down whatever it was in his hands and stalks his way closer to you. Your eyes wander down his body and remain stuck at his crotch. His hard cock is tattooed against the fabric of his shorts—letting you see almost every detail. True to the limps of his female companions and your fantasies, Johnny is huge.

“C’mon, peaches. Use your words. I know how badly you want it—how badly you need it.”

Despite his order, you’re still dumbfounded. Morsels and mere pieces of words escape your mouth, but nothing like sentences and admittances come. “Speechless, huh? It’s okay. I do that to most little girls like you,” he husks, and the mention of other women has you pouting. Johnny chuckles at your jutted-out lip, reaching up to play with it before you quickly pull it back in. “Y– You knew I had feelings for you?!” you ask in a shocked tone, placing your hands on your hips.

The older man nods his head, and it’s practically comedic how you gasp even louder.

“And you never did anything until now? You just let me embarrass myself?”

Johnny chuckles, “I like playing around with you, peaches. And it wasn’t embarrassing or anything like that. It was cute.”

You let out a huff at his comments, looking away from his large frame that is nearly impossible to avoid. “Don’t tell me you’re upset, peaches. C’mon, you’re breakin’ this old man’s heart,” Johnny says, mimicking faux sadness. You crack a smile when he does before rolling your eyes.

“So…” you hum, pulling up the straps of your bikini top. Johnny watches as you adjust your tits, not even caring about his ogling anymore. He stays silent, simply raking his gaze up and down your body before lingering on your face. He locks eyes with you at first, and then he looks at your lips.

Your beautiful, soft, kissable lips. He’s fantasized about them more times than he can remember. And now, they’re almost as close as he’s wanted them to be. Almost.

Johnny leans in and captures his mouth with yours. He kisses you with fervour and passion, and all things synonymous. Like a puzzle, your lips fit together perfectly. His tongue swipes blindly, asking for entry, to which you happily comply. Mr. Storm explores the inside of your mouth with his wet muscle, making out with you like it’s his new favourite hobby.

Both of your eyes are shut, and the wet sounds fill the silence that was there for only a few seconds. On instinct, you stretch your hands up to grab Johnny’s biceps while rubbing your thighs together. The aching feeling in your core is more adamant than ever—especially with such proximity.

The older man’s breath hitches, and your heart starts to beat even more rapidly. You squeeze his strong muscles, and he loses it right there and then. Johnny pulls away from the kiss, lips swollen and wet like yours. His large hands find your hips, and he grabs them, pulling your lower half closer to him.

His hard cock is pressed against your body, and your clit throbs at the feeling. “Think it’s gonna fit, peaches? Your little pussy might not be able to handle it….” Johnny says, but you, in all your obedience and desperation, nod your head and let out a little whine.

You can recall having difficulty fitting Jake inside of any of your holes without a good amount of preparation at first. It makes you impatient, but it’s always worth it.

“Don’t be a brat and listen to me—I can already see your little mind working hard. You couldn’t handle it without a little stretch at first, baby. I’m the smart one here, okay? Let Daddy do what he needs to do.” Johnny husks in a voice that is lower than his usual one. His near-condescending tone and words have you whimpering, and he smiles down at you.

But then, you falter.

He heard you, just as you had intended.

The plan was something you saw in a porno, something that could’ve gone wrong, but clearly, it’s gone so right. You left the window in your bedroom open—the one right across Johnny’s house and above your bed. You had a mirror in front of your mattress and made sure to give him the best show.

You touched yourself, with only him on your mind, and even let your noises run wild.

“You're such a little slut. Touching yourself to the thought of a man almost twice your age? Dirty, dirty girl. But you’re my dirty girl, right?” Johnny questions, briefly forgetting the existence of one Jake Jensen. You grin widely. “‘M yours and Jakey’s. There’s enough of me to go around, Daddy.”

Johnny scoffs almost playfully before grabbing you with ease and placing you on the outdoor recliner. You gasp at his casual display of strength, staring at him as he slots himself between your legs. You part them involuntarily, still in awe of many things that trace back to the Human Torch.

“Maybe I don’t like sharing,” he whispers with a wink. “Maybe you’ll have to learn how.”

Johnny admires how you have some kind of retort for him most of the time. It’s a trait he still has—especially since he’s used to little brats like you.

The older man grabs at the waist of your bikini bottoms, slowly pulling them down. The sight he’s met with can’t even be rivalled by the best art pieces in the world. Your wet folds glisten in the sun, and he coos at the subtle swollenness there is to them.

Large, rough hands grab at your inner thighs, and he massages the skin, teasing you slightly. “Daddy…!” you whine out, yet flustered at the contact. Smirking, Johnny raises a playful eyebrow at you.

He knows that his memory won’t do you justice later on, yet he still makes a motive to savour this moment as best as he can. Johnny doesn't waste time in latching his mouth onto your aching clit. With utter skill, he sucks on your swollen nub and basks in the moan you let out.

“Fuck—ohmygod,” you rush out, getting cut off by another one of your sounds. Johnny flicks his tongue on your clit, enjoying how your legs twitch when he finds its most vulnerable place. You reach down and tangle your fingers between his buzzed, grey hair. The feeling against your fingers is incredible, but it isn’t as lovely as the pleasure that blooms at your core.

Johnny watches you squeeze your eyes shut as he tortures your pearl with his tongue. Your wetness soaks his beard, but he doesn’t mind it at all. “Gonna stretch this pretty cunt out, peaches. Gonna make my cock fit in this little hole,” he says, pulling away from your pussy momentarily.

He dives back in, drinking up the wetness that drools from you. His facial hair scratches at your sensitive folds, but you don’t care. Johnny’s wet muscle works at your hole, just the tip dipping inside before he returns to your poor little clit. He grunts and moans against your cunt, and the vibrations have you crying out the title that you’ve so rightfully given him.

Two digits dance their way to your pussy, and they swirl around your folds. Johnny pulls away and spits on your swollen folds, rubbing it in with his fingers before pushing them into you. The wet, squelching noises are almost as loud as you are. Like an expert, he scissors your cunt open and strums your clit until you can feel that sensation building.

Johnny eats you out like a starved man, not once pulling away from your core. Your pornographic moans are enough to make his cock throb in the confines of his blue shorts. “You like that, peaches? You like it when Daddy eats this pretty pussy?” he questions, and his words push you closer to the precipice of your orgasm.

“Uh-huh. L– Love it so much, daddy.” Your words are broken apart before they end or dragged out longer than their original state. That pathetic neediness in your tone has Johnny growling into your swollen folds, and he pushes you into your climax.

When you come undone, you’re near-violent. Jake’s been away on business for a few weeks now, and you’ve promised to deny yourself whenever a familiar ache would rear its vibrant head up. You’ve almost forgotten how good it is to feel the touch of someone so skilled—especially on your poor pussy.

“That’s it, give Daddy your cream—fuck. Love watching you come like a whore on my tongue. You taste so sweet, baby.” Johnny pulls his mouth away from your cunt briefly, fucking you with his fingers and giving you quick licks to your throbbing clit.

Your carnal taste coats his tongue, and the older man knows he’s found an addiction he will never try to rid of. He drags his wet muscle from your clenching fuckhole, all the way up to your pearl of nerves. “Good girl, such a good little girl. Taking whatever Daddy gives you… That friend of yours trained you well, hm?”

He pulls you through your orgasm from the other side, not once letting you be free of his assault. An answer full of hums and pauses is on the tip of your tongue. But the thoughts in your mind go from coherent to pornographic. “‘M Daddy’s good girl,” you pant, your hardened nipples poking through your bralette.

Johnny presses against your sweet spot with the tips of his fingers. The digits are soaked all the way down to his knuckles. “Yeah, you are. You’re also Daddy’s filthy whore—letting an older man eat your pussy where your neighbours can spy on us. You get off on that shit, yeah? Such a slut—my slut,” Johnny spits, and your back arches off the chair.

You affirm his statements with garbled words and high-pitched moans. Your lips are wet with saliva and raw from your teeth. Involuntarily, you begin to gyrate your hips to follow the circles that Johnny makes on your clit with his tongue. He pushes your hips back down with his other hand and tsks at you. “Let Daddy take care of his cunt, peaches.”

His words alone have you moaning. “P– Please, Daddy… Wan’ another one…” you plead, and he chuckles against your pussy. “Greedy, greedy girl,” he chides, but he listens to you anyway. Johnny torments your core with his mouth and fingers. He picks up the pace of his fingers and sucks on your clit even harder.

Suddenly, you’re tumbling down into an unexpected climax. You cry out his title and squeeze your eyes shut, revelling in the blissful feeling that takes over your body. “Yeah, soak my face, peaches,” he urges—no, demands. He drinks up the arousal that leaks out of you, coaxing every drop from you with his powerful ministrations.

Your heart clamours in your chest as you come down (albeit slowly) from your release. You’re so exhausted, but when you’re reminded of what’s happening, newfound energy reveals itself from the cracks and crevices of your body. You look down at a smirking Johnny Storm, whose mouth and surrounding skin are covered in your creaminess. The sight has your breath hitching.

Slowly, you pull him to sit up further and press kisses to the same lips that were wrapped around your pearl. Johnny nearly gets caught up in the kiss until you touch his raging cock. He hisses from the contact, pulling away from your mouth with a smirk. “Naughty girl…”

“No… I’m a good girl!” you counter with a whine, mischievously smiling as you reach into his shorts. When you wrap your hand around his cock, you’re not surprised that your fingers barely meet. You’ve admired his largeness when he’s ditched underwear—shamelessly so. “Jus’ want your cock, Daddy.”

Johnny quirks an eyebrow, your words going straight to his head. Your other hand pulls down his pants, and he helps you when you start to struggle. In his full glory, you can admire one of the things you’ve fantasised about for far too long.

Your crush’s cock is thick and lengthy, enough to make the breach hurt and reach the dizzying spots inside of you. Johnny's member is a vibrant red colour, dark with lust just like his hazy eyes. Your mouth salivates at the thought of taking him down your throat, but you know it’ll require some training.

So you settle for stroking him. You spit a wad of saliva onto his girthiness before using it as lube to stroke him. Your movements are slow at first, but his moans are resounding nonetheless. “Fuck, peaches,” Johnny groans, tossing his head back. A smile creeps onto your pretty face, and he returns the grin.

“Your cock is so pretty, Daddy… Just like I imagined,” you giggle, dragging your hand from base to tip. Beads of precum drip from the slit of his cock, and you have half a mind to lick it up. Before you can even do so, Johnny rips your hand away. “Did I do something?” you ask, worry and insecurity filling you up.

“I’m too impatient. I need to fuck your little cunt now,” Johnny rushes out, and you sigh out of relief. He manhandles you into his desired position, bent over in front of him. Your bikini top disappears with a pull, and so does his shirt.

You turn your head to look at him, marvelling at his body. He’s just as hot as he was when he was younger—and most definitely more. “Such a perfect pussy…” he mutters under his breath, and you grow shy from his words.

You wiggle your hips slightly, silently begging for his cock. Johnny beams at your eagerness. “Please, Daddy? Need your cock so badly,” you plead, wetness staining your inner thighs. Johnny gently shushes you, grabbing the base of his cock and slapping your clit with the fat tip. You jolt and moan from the action.

Slowly, he drags his cock up to your sopping fuckhole, and the head catches. Your breath hitches and Johnny lets out a sigh. He gently pushes into your cunt, groaning as your warm, wet walls hug him in a lovely welcome. The cry you let out is wrangled and pornographic, and it’s music to his ears.

“Fucking shit.”

Squelching sounds and your sweet little noises are all he can hear. His thickness stretches you out, and the burn is utterly delicious. It feels like an eternity has passed when he finally bottoms out. Johnny is deep inside your pussy, and you’ve been filled to the brim with his cock. “Daddy!” you whine when he angles his hips and finds your sweet spot.

You see more stars than a telescope, and your poor bottom lip gets pulled between your teeth for the nth time. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight, peaches. So tight and perfect. Made for me to do whatever,” Johnny spews, and you nod your head while moaning loudly.

The arch in your back is mean, and you reach behind you to pull the skin surrounding your pussy. Johnny curses as you reveal your untouched rosebud. He’s sure you want to stretch it out—sluts like you always do. “Are you gonna ruin my pussy, Daddy?” you question in a teasing tone, desperate to get a rise out of him.

“Fuck, yeah. And you’re gonna stay there and take this dick like a good little girl,” he tells you, chuckling when you clench around his cock from his vulgar words. Johnny begins to pump in and out of you, mimicking his learned and practiced movements.

The fleshlight he’s used since he met you is nothing like your cunt, yet he’s determined to fuck you with the same brutality he’s used to.

Your moans are mildly muffled, your face pressed against the chair. Each of Johnny’s thrusts makes your body jerk, his ruthlessness unlike anything you’ve experienced. “Daddy… S’good…”

“I know, peaches. This cunt is perfect for Daddy to use.”

Your eyes roll back into your head at his sentence. His heavy balls slap against your sensitive clit, adding more pleasure to the heaven-sent feeling between your legs. The tip of Johnny’s cock nudges against your sweet spot, and he pulls guttural moans out of you like no other. “It’s a good thing I tasted this pussy and stretched her out. She’s so tight. But she’s doing so good for me.”

Johnny isn’t really talking about your snatch when he utters his last seven words. He’s trying to sing praises, but he’s caught up between wanting to degrade you and being speechless from how lovely you feel. Soaking his dick and squeezing him like a vice. “You’re such a good girl—such a good slut.”

Nodding your head, you squeeze your eyes shut from the intense feeling of Johnny. He’s so deep, and each drag and slam of his hips sets your nerves on fire. Like cheap rope, they burn with ease as the flame spreads quickly.

“‘M your good girl, Daddy! Your li’l slut,” you whine, and you feel as though your breath has been knocked out of you. “That’s right. Looks like I didn’t fuck all the thoughts out of that brain yet. But I bet you go dumb easy, right? Yeah, can’t wait to see those eyes all empty and this cunt full of cum,” Johnny spits, punctuating each word with a push of his hips.

A smile spreads on your lips, and Johnny knows you’re a goner. “You gonna come around Daddy’s cock, baby? Hm? Cream on it and make a mess? Maybe I should get you to clean it up after,” he husks, rutting into you like an animal that was once caged and has now been set free.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” you babble, and the thought of tasting yourself on Johnny’s dick has you spasming around his member all of a sudden. You squeeze him tightly and cry out a weakened version of his title, coming undone for him once more. “Shit—good girl, so good for Daddy. Lookatcha, all stupid for my cock. Didn’t even ask for permission.”

His words have you garbling apologies that are nonsensical. True to his words, you’re all stupid and thoughtless.

“It’s okay, peaches. Daddy’ll punish you later. Think this little fuckhole can handle a little bit of bullying? Or am I being too mean to her already? I guess I am. Maybe that’s why she’s crying so much for me.”

Johnny stops speaking, and all you can hear are the loud, lewd wet noises from your cunt. You know that his thick member must be glistening by now. “You hear that, peaches? Hear how soaked Daddy’s pussy is?” he taunts, and the sounds that takeover are skin on skin.

To simply put it, you’re cockdrunk, high off the drug that is Johnny’s dick. Your mind is cloudy, and you’re stuck in a haze that you truly don’t want to leave. You can’t even speak, only capable of crying, whining, and moaning.

“Fucked dumb already, slut? Shh… It’s okay. Daddy’ll do all the thinking for you. Just keep taking Daddy’s dick and staying pretty.” Johnny urges, reaching one of his hands down to your poor clit. He begins to rub it while his cock strokes your inner walls, kissing your sweet spot every now and then.

Your limbs jerk every now and then, your body leaking over the brim with euphoria when you’re suddenly tumbling into another orgasm. Your cunt hurts, but the feeling is too good for you to beg him to stop. Perhaps the pain even adds to the pleasure.

“Such a bad little slut… Didn’t ask for permission again, huh? Looks like you jus’ wanna get punished, hm? Might as well do it now…” Johnny ponders aloud, and his gaze falls to your little rosebud. He’s been staring at it nonstop, to the point where he could still picture it days from now. “Do you want Daddy in both of your holes, peaches? Hm? I know you’ll love it. You’re such a needy little thing.”

His words cause you to moan and clench around him. Johnny’s flushed cock is covered in tinted slick, shiny beneath the bright sunlight. “Uh-huh-uh-huh! Wan’ it so bad, Daddy.” You’re not even sure what he’s going to do, but what you do know is that Johnny can have you any way he wants, no matter what. “Good girl—so good for Daddy.”

Johnny’s hand—once on your hip—travels up to his mouth, and he pushes his thumb past his lips. He lathers the digit in spit until it’s perfect enough. His thrusts slow down briefly, and you let out a whine that has him chuckling in turn. He pulls it out with a pop before puckering his mouth up and spitting.

A wad of saliva lands right on your puckered hole, and he uses it as a lubricant to stretch the tight muscle with his thumb. Jolts of intensity ride up your spine, and your eyes roll back into your skull as Johnny penetrates your ass with his thumb. “Fuck…” you whine out, immediately adoring the foreign feeling.

It’s an intrusion that you welcome with open legs. Your nails dig into the skin that surrounds your precious, defiled holes. The older, far more experienced man begins to fuck into you again, and the thrusts mixed with his thumb hooked inside your rosebud have you wailing. “Fuck—Daddy! Oh, gosh…”

“See? Isn’t it so much better when you’re where you should be? Underneath a man who knows how to fuck dirty sluts like you.”

You nod your head as your tits beg to be played with. You ignore them, though, too caught up in how Johnny’s claimed your body. He rams into you with force and accuracy—skill, most of all. It’s almost too much, though.

His powerful thrusts, thumb stretching your ass, fingers rubbing your clit, and the filth he spews without relent. The combination makes you feel something intense—something you’ve felt a lot with Jake but not so much when you’re alone. “Oh– Daddy!” you cry out.

You’re shaking with leisure as your cunt spasms, squeezing Johnny’s cock and not letting him go. In turn, he forces another orgasm out of you, cursing wildly when streams of liquid flow out of you. Each drag of his cock comes with a spurt, and he even slaps your clit to prolong your climax. Garbled curses leave your mouth after a silent scream. You’re so glad that your home is the last in the neighbourhood’s row before the long walk to the bus stop. No one can hear you, only those who decide to be peeping toms.

“Fucking shit, peaches. Yeah, make a mess on daddy’s cock. Such a good little slut. What are you, baby?”

“I– I’m Daddy’s good l– little slut,” you slur, mindlessly repeating what Johnny says. You squirt all over him, leaving the older man’s cock dripping in your arousal. His entire cock has been soaked, even down to his swollen, heavy balls. “Yeah, you are. And you’re all stupid, yeah? Not one thought in your brain ‘cause Daddy’s fucking you so good.”

The spurts lessen in size until you’re just squeezing Johnny’s cock. The tightness is better than anything he’s ever felt. Hot fire, similar to the summer’s hot weather, fills you and the older man. He swears he’s never letting you go after this—never neglecting you ever again. “‘M Daddy’s stupid little girl…”

Your words make him groan loudly, and his thrusts begin to grow sloppy. His cock slips in and out of you with utter ease, but he doesn’t dare to leave your perfect pussy.

“Daddy’s stupid little girl, yeah… Bet you love cum as much as you love cock. You’re a little cumdump for your friend, aren’t you? Yeah, I bet you beg for him to give you his seed every fucking day. You're gonna learn to take my load, peaches. You’re gonna love it.”

Rapidly, you nod your head. It’s almost as if he knows you entirely even though you’ve done most of the nonsensical rambling that he seemingly would ignore.

“Mmm… Love it so much, Daddy. Wanna be your li’l cumdump… Wan’ you to fill me up with your cream, please. Please, Daddy! I need your cum so badly…” you beg, and it might just be the most obscene thing Johnny has ever heard. “Fuck—fuck—fuck.”

His thrusts suddenly cease as he forces himself deep inside you, pushing as far as possible. Johnny lets out a guttural moan and slips his thumb out of your ass. He looks down and watches the hole gape slightly, making him swear loudly.

Ropes of sticky, white cum fill you up. The warmth that blossoms inside makes you smile faintly before you bite your lips and wiggle your hips. You grind back on Johnny’s cock, and his hands are quick to grab your splayed ones. “Don’t be a bad girl, peaches,” he warns. You let out a simple giggle.

Creaminess spills out from the sides of Johnny’s fat cock, unable to stay inside your stuffed-cunt.

Slowly, Johnny pulls out and leaves you a stretched-out, leaky, needy mess. You bring your arms forward and brace up on them, looking back at the Human Torch with a mischievous look on your face.

“You did so well, baby. You’re such a good girl—my good little girl.”

With a smirk, you challenge his words. “Really? Your good girl? What about poor little Jakey? You can’t do that to him…”

“I can steal you away if I want to, peaches. And I know you want that as well. But you’re right, it’s a bit rude,” he says with faux sadness, but you can’t see through his facade. “Wai–”

“I guess it’s only fair if I let him have you one last time. Sharing is caring, after all.”

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bruh i fell off fr🚶🏽‍♀️ sorry for not posting i fr don’t have an excuse i’ve just been lazy😭 probably gonna post a lot tmr tho😦 (can y’all tell i love brent faiyaz?)

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Needy

summary: peter comes across sex pollen on one of his missions

cw: choking, fem! reader, squirting, choking, a little degradation, daddy kink, dom! peter

a/n: ITS FINALLY OUT AHHHHH

you were a nervous wreck

peter had gone on a mission and you had yet to hear from him since he told you that they arrived at the warehouse where the mission took place. he was usually very quick to let you know when he was on his way back and give you updates, but you haven’t heard a word.

it was a fairly simple mission with low level villains. it was a classic hideout bust which tony usually took you guys on to practice real combat. it’s been about four hours and you had yet to hear from him. usually the most difficult of missions would take two and a half hours.

you were pacing around the compound as you awaited their arrival; the other avengers attempted to comfort you but you were just worried sick.

it wasn’t until much later that you heard them arrive, and you ran quickly to the entrance ready to scold peter for not texting or calling however you were met with a frantic tony.

“get banner we have a situation” he pants out and you’re quick to do as he says; getting the scientist and bringing him to the ship.

however, as you attempt to hop on after bruce you are stopped by tony.

“sorry kid but i don’t think you should see him right now” he says as he blocks the door way.

“what the hell happened tony?” you wonder with a little anger at being stopped. you make out peters voice as you hear him whine.

“she’s here, i can smell her, fuck princess need you so bad, so hot fuck- baby need you” he groans and your eyes go wide at his tone of voice.

“so i guess i have to explain now huh?” tony groans as he steers you back into the compound.

tony then tell you the tale of him and peter’s encounters in the warehouse where in a last attempt to get away someone threw a bomb that was composed of a high end “sex pollen” which increases libido to the point of pain, and unfortunately your boyfriend was subjected to it while tony’s suit was able to filter it out.

“sooo, he just needs sex?” you piece together as you and tony sit across from each other.

“well, i would say yes but i’m not sure what the pollen combined with his genetic composition would entail, he might be in a frantic state of mind that would cause him to injure someone” he explains.

“and hopefully banner will find a cure” he sighs out as he moves to presumably find bruce and help with a cure.

“and where is peter now!” you yell after him.

“like hell im telling you!” he yells back causing you to groan.

and that’s how, with a few bribery’s on your part, you ended up pittering down the hall at the dead of night in nothing but shorts and a tank top on your way to fuck pollen out of your boyfriend’s system.

you can hear his panting through the door. soft whines and moans are all that can be heard through the door as you walk towards the room.

he was going insane, his hand pumping his cock at any thought of you he could conjure up: you on your knees pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, you on your back; legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you, you on your hands and knees as he fucked into you from behind.

what noises would you make? how would your cute little face look? could he get you to squirt on him? how-

his thoughts are interrupted when he hears a door open; and immediately as the door peers open his senses go into overdrive. his body heats up and his cock stands at attention.

he was consumed with the thought of you

“peter” you gasp out as you look at him. he looked desperate, sweat covering his body and his face. he had a red flush that trailed down to his heaving chest and it was hard to ignore his flushed cock that looked painfully hard; as it bobbed against his abs.

“baby” he whines out panting softly; he was so damn needy and he knew that if you stood in the room for too long he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

“princess fuck- you gotta leave or else im not gonna be able to control myself” he pants out as he closes his eyes throwing his head back. he releases small whines as he waits for your response; selfishly hoping you would stay and help with his issue.

“no baby im gonna help you; gonna make it better okay?” you respond as you inch closer to him. he groans at your words skin heating up further at your promises.

“o-okay baby, but i don’t know if i’ll be able to hold back” he mewls out breath picking up in pace; as his anticipation increases.

“it’s okay peter; just do whatever you need” you say as you approach him hands moving to him cheeks, and he moans at the small touch. he looks up to see a soft smile gracing your beautiful face;

he almost felt bad for what he was about to do.

he quickly moves his lips to yours before moving his hands to your ass, as he grabs handfuls of it pulling at the fat before slamming his hand down. you yelp at the contact and he groans into this kiss. your tongues are sloppily battling as need drives your actions.

he pulls away and leans over as he whispers a small “jump” and you comply. he catches your legs as they wrap around his waist and he moves you to the bed with ease before laying you down.

he leans to hover over you as he moves his lips back to yours again; his hands planted by the sides of your head. you two continue the intense exchange before he pulls away making you whine.

he moves to stand before pulling your shorts down; moaning at the sight of your bare cunt that was already drooling on the sheets.

“aww this poor pussy; look at her crying all over my sheets, she’s been missing daddy huh?” he smirks as he strokes his cock moving to position himself in front of your slit. you whimper at the filth that comes from his mouth; causing more arousal to soak his sheets.

“been missin’ your cock daddy need you in me” you moan out moving your hips as you attempt to catch the tight ring of your cunt on his cock.

“fuck- naughty thing, you know i’d eat that cunt but i need to be in you right now, okay baby?” he pants out as he explains his reason for skipping his usual extensive foreplay; even though you were practically begging for his dick he still assured you of his actions making your heart swell.

he waits for your agreement and when he catches you nod your head he moves his hands to capture your legs folding them back into your chest as he situates himself between your thighs.

he moves one hand from your leg to alight himself with your little cunt; he taps the fat head of his cock against your clit before moving to your hole and pushing in.

he moans as his tip sinks into you; you felt like heaven. he felt like he was gonna fucking bust, but fuck he needed more.

he continues to bully his fat cock into your soaked pussy as he inches into you. you moan at the stretch; your cunt struggling to accommodate him despite taking him many times in the past.

“shit baby- fuck so good, need you to relax so i can fuck this pussy right, need you to be good and take this dick, shiiiit” he moans out as he moves one of his hands down to rub at your little clit so you can take more of his dick. he feels you flutter around him and it allows him to slide into you with more ease, and with one surge of his hips he bottoms out causing you to squeal.

“ah- feel you here daddy” you babble out as you grab the hand that was on your clit, and moves it to your throat. he groans at your actions before tightening his grip on your neck causing you to moan.

“fuck- you’re such a little slut, just waiting for someone to pound this pussy; need someone to make you go fucking dumb” he groans out as he pulls his hips back leaving only the tip of his cock in your pussy before slamming his hips back into you; bottoming out again. he continues to repeat the process at faster intervals, as he moans at the clutch of your cunt. you almost scream at the rough treatment; drooling and babbling as he fucks you dumb.

“fuck yeah baby girl needed this fucking cunt” he moans out as he pounds into you. the quiet of the compound in drowned out by the squelch of your tight cunt as he fucks into it, your slick leaking from your cunt making his dick shine in the light as he pulls out of your heat.

“hear how fucking soaked you are baby? this pussy is so excited to see me” he mocks as you hear the obscene sound of your moans and the wet pats of his hips slamming into yours.

your body reflexively inches back from his brutal thrusts as your legs shake in his hold; your hips leaning away from his cock causing him to growl.

“nuh uh baby girl, be good and take this dick” he sneers as he grabs your leg pulling you back towards him as he continues to wreck your poor cunt. at the feeling of being manhandled your cunt flutters around his dick causing him to chuckle.

he moves his hand from your throat to your clit before pressing down and rubbing tight circles. your pussy squeezes down on him at the action and he knows you’re close.

“fuck! m’ gonna cum please daddy fuck, s’too good” you babble out as tears soak your vision. he laughs at your admission before leaning down over you.

“you better hold it baby” he smirks as he removes his hand from your clit. this causes a sob to leave your throat as he continues his brutal thrusts; the stimulation of his cock fucking into your pussy still leaving you on the edge of an orgasm.

“you’re gonna cum when i cum baby; this is about daddy after all” he sings as his hips still momentarily grinding into your g-spot causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head as you tremble in his hold.

though it doesn’t last for long and he resumes his brutal pace. he fucks into you with long hard thrusts as the tip of his heavy cock abuses your g-spot. he groans as he looks down at your cunt struggling to accommodate him; your cute little cunt twitching as you strive to be good and hold in your orgasm for him. you were his good girl and his good girl deserved his cum.

his moans become more frequent as his abs tense and he knows he’s close.

“fuck- baby be good and cum on this dick” he moans, and as soon as he finishes his sentence you cum with a squeal. your pussy gushes as you squirt on him in streams; soaking him and his dick.

at the sight he moans out before burying himself into your pussy and pumping you full of his cum, and for the first time in hours he feels relieved.

that is for a few seconds as you two come down from your highs before the tingling feeling returns and he stiffens inside you.

“sorry princess but it looks like we have more to do” he smirks as he softly rocks his hips.

the next morning

“y’know we worked really hard on that cure just for you horny kids to fuck all night and keep the compound up” tony remarks as he walks into the kitchen with you and peter in it.

“im so sorry mr. stark” peter stutters out; his face a bright red.

a complete contrast to how he was fucking you last night

“it’s fine kid as long as you’re alright” he says as he grabs a water and walks back to where he came

“and i hope you used a condom kid! i don’t want little spider-man’s running around” he yells on his way out causing both of you to groan.

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