#you will never be a fucking Jake 💓

[strongheartneteyam]

His little breeding slut.

Pairing: dilf!Jake Sully x female!human!younger!reader

CW: established relationship, reader loving jake's belly, a bit of fluff, praising kink, p in v, use of "daddy", "babygirl" and "princess", breeding kink, dom Jake x sub reader, creampie, missionary position

It's been a while since the last time I wrote for Jake but this pic in the middle gave me WILD THOUGHTS 🥺🧎🏻‍♀️💕 so this is what came out of it lol all hail Dilf!Jake and his dad bod 🤤🤌🏻💓

na'vi words: muntxate (female mate), yawntutsyìp (little loved one)

Slightly proofread.

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"You like my belly, don't you? You always put your little hands on it when I'm fucking you missionary" Jake smirked and chuckled, pleased with the dumb way you were looking at his soft belly, your eyes completely bewitched by his delicious body and both your hands over his abdomen.

"You know I do, Daddy. It's so soft, so good to touch..." You mewled.

"You're so cute, babygirl" He chuckled tenderly as he slowly but steadily thrusted into you.

"Thanks, Daddy" you said in a cute voice and gave him a smile, as you felt his cock coming in and out of you, your pussy clenching.

Jake suddenly thrusted his huge cock harder into your pussy, his large tip suddenly reaching your womb, taking a surprised cry of pleasure out of you. His tip leaked so much precum inside your cervix and he couldn't wait to cum inside his little breeding slut.

"Daddy wants to breed you, princess. Does my muntxate want to carry my baby?" He enquired while he pounded your pussy even harder this time, his soft striped thighs slightly jiggling as they crashed into the softness of your own thighs.

"Yes, Daddy, please." You pleaded while gazing at his face with furrowed eyebrows.

"Say it like I taught you to." Jake grunted in a demanding tone.

"Please, breed me, Daddy. Please, put a baby on me..." You loved when he made you beg. It turned you on even more.

"That's right, babygirl. You make Daddy proud." His voice was shaking with sheer pleasure as he felt your warm, wet pussy milking his cock just so fucking well.

A few rough thrusts later, Jake let out a hoarse and loud groan as a strong load of his thick warm cum filled your insides.

He came out of you and a bit of his white seed was leaking from your pussy into the mat.

"We're gonna have to clean this mess, yawntutsyìp." Jake laughed, breath still heavy, as he shook his head from side to side, his fangs escaping from under his upper lip, making you think how insanely beautiful and charming your mate was. Jake would never stop making you sigh out of love and admiration of his beauty, even if the both of you had been mated for quite some time now.

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@yeosxxx

[mochamvgz]

what they would save ur contact as

; i don't think this needs a synopsis? it's all in the title

; ot7 enhypen x reader

; genre: hcs, non idol au, established relationship, fluff

; warnings: slight profanity, miraculous, some members being total simps, being called short by niki

; 0.5k words

; perm taglist: @inkelea @yuerki

heeseung || ramyeon partner🍜💛

the two of you LOVE ramyeon so it's only fitting. your first date, all the way back when you guys were in uni, was having ramyeon at a local convenience store for crying out loud!

and OF COURSE you immediately fished out your phone from your pocket to change his contact to the same

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

jay || my pretty girl💐 (in a completely not possesive and absolutely unpatriarchal way!)

if you saw xander hawthorne you're a real one pls marry me

we already know this guy is THE ultimate green flag so this came as a surprise to no one

you and jay are also massive feminists and no sticklers for insecure masculinity hence the parenthesis

when you find out what you're saved as on his phone you can't help but fall in love with your boyfriend all over again

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

jake || bugaboo🐞❤️🖤

if you think miraculous is a kids show GET OUTTA HERE

"there's no way you saved me as that"

"why? is there a problem bugaboo?"

without a word you unlock your phone, open ur contacts, scroll down to find his and hold it up in front of him

jake raises his brow at you and directs his attention to your screen, his mouth immediately forming an 'o'

" ‘chat noir’ ? oh my god you're kidding!"

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

sunghoon || (name)

the guy first saved your number when you were paired up for a project which was 2 whole years ago mind you and for some reason it just never? occurred? to him? to change it??

of course you're mad when you find out

"seriously hoon?"

"i'm sor-"

"give me your phone"

he complies. you unlock and open his contacts going to ‘favourites’, clicking on your contact which is at the top of the list duh

you change your contact name from ‘(name)’ to ‘the love of my life💘’ and hand his phone back. he raises his brows when he sees what you did but doesn't say anything because it's true

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

sunoo || QWEEN🙌👑

"YES!!! GO QUEEN!!!"

you guys were hanging out at his place one day, all snuggled up watching a movie and the female lead just did something super badass making you jump up

sunoo doesn't waste a moment grabbing the opportunity

"but you're my queen"

you're surprised at the abruptness of the compliment but try to appear more ‘seriously dude?’ rather than a blushing mess

"what? it's true i even have your contact saved as that"

he brandishes his phone to show you

there's no stopping the blush now

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

jungwon || yang jungwon's girlfriend 😤💖💓

when you ask him why he's referring to himself in third person he'd say

"in case my phone ever gets stolen or something, the thief would still know you're mine"

you can't take it anymore and burst out laughing

"what?" he'd ask with his brows furrowed

"you're ridiculous"

"but you still love me" he's right about that

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

niki || shortie🙄

to be fair your height is above average but your boyfriend is a fucking giant and even then you're only like 2 cm shorter

he still can't leave it alone tho and teases you about it to no end

"are you for real?"

"what? it's true ya know"

"for fuck's sake it's only 2 cm"

and just like that the two of you are at it again

; a/n: surprise surprise! my first hc yayyy! i hope this turned out okay bc i had no idea what i was doing lmao💀 ily if you got the reference in the jake one no i don't just mean miraculous

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[beiasluv]

heyyy so i was thinking what would happen if neteyam went to jake for advice on how to ask the reader out, i just thought it'll be a cute moment :) you don't have to write it if u don't want to, completely up to u 💓

have a lovely day gorgeous 🫶

a father’s advice? neteyam x reader

a/n: that’s actually so cute / ye grammar mistake cuz I’m too potato / hope you enjoy, gorgeous gorgeous girl 🤍

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saying who’s got the most rizz in the family is hard, their blood is strong. but one thing neteyam can’t deny, is that his father is the original rizz

how did he managed to pulled off neytiri? he don’t fucking know. the daughter of the chief while he is a ‘dreamwalker’ to them? he got them rizz

neteyam, being the golden child he is, is determined to follow his father’s footsteps.

and who else could he ask advice from? lo’ak? nope, that boy would never miss a chance to make fun of him, if he would go for his assistant. plus, he got rizzed up by tsireya, he down real bad.

kiri? nah, she has her own world and neteyam respects that. letting her be her free-spirited self would be the best option.

spider 👁️👁️ what does that boy know? does he even have a girlfriend? *ahem* i guess we’ll never know. he got the lowest rizz game in the family, with all due respect from neteyam.

tukkk, SHE IS A MINOR AND A CHILD.

neytiri? i guess? bet she would be more of a pain in the ahh if he would go to her for advice. being a mom she is, she would definitely judge neteyam’s crush and all of his dream would crash down. no, we don’t want that.

jake, it is.

but how? how to make it the least awkward to approach his dad about stuff like this?

he tried to give his dad signals and signs everyday but he doesn’t seem to pick them up. he even started to doubt if his dad is the real player, cuz them boy is clueless😭

“dad?”

“yes?” jake replied with his back facing neteyam.

“how do you er…like send a sign?”

“neteyam, i thought we went over this already,” he sighed. “press your collar when speaking, and say ‘over’ when you are done talking”

“oh!” he scratched his neck. “okay, sorry, dad.”

neteyam was hopeless 😭 but to get a girl, he can’t just give up easily

he tried again, now, with a little help from his sister

“dad,” he walked quietly into the marui where his dad is resting.

“what?” he grumbled.

“erm…last time…when…” his words fumbled around each other, while kiri came into the marui.

“when what? get to the point,” he shifted the blanket off his chest and sat up.

“dad, he is asking you how to ask a girl out,” she said nonchalantly as she looked through the drawer. “you’re welcome, bro,” with a swift of her tail, she was out the door.

“oh, well,” jake chuckled loudly. “have i heard correctly?”

“well, yea..yes.”

“c’mere, son,” he patted the mattress. “let me show you.”

jake would be so proud. he would laugh uncontrollably for like 10 minutes cause neteyam got him worried there.

but his son ask, he will reveal

“now, welcome to “the way of rizz 101” class with jake sully,” he joking said. “there are many ways to ask a girl out, alright, but there is a main pattern you must look out for.”

“number 1: set the mood. it is the most important, alright?” he ruffled neteyam’s locks. “you could never go wrong with setting the mood, look for spots, lighting, and the feels.” “guess where we got down, the tree of souls, yeah, magic, am i righ-“

“ew dad, please.”

“okay, listen to the experts, son,” he laughed. “number 2: make it personal, PER-SO-NAL”

“yes, i understand, I’m not dumb”

“no, son, it’s really important. don’t reuse your letters, never get her the same gift. DO NOT never ever use the same pick up line. AND definitely do not use the same pattern for every girl.” (amen to deja-vu from olivia rodrigo, guys)

“number 3: be yourself,” he patted his son back. “don’t be afraid, if she doesn’t accept your offer, don’t let it consume you.”

“how can i do that?” he retorted.

“what is she like?”

“she is the only girl i have ever laid my eyes on and they were stuck! can’t imagine even just one other girl that i have felt the same feelings i am feeling right now.”

“that’s the spirit, atta boy,” he chuckled. “then, i pray for eywa that this is the way.” “eywa will show you the way if she is the one for you,” he smiled softly.

“and a honorable mention, do not ever make a girl cry over your stupid mistakes, alright?”

“how would i know?”

“you would feel it, respect her, respect her as a goddess, hell yeah, adore her, like eywa,” he added. “she is gentle but deadly, the spirit of life. always ask for consent, always. when you are mated for life, you both become equal.”

“let her guide you, and let you guide her,” he held his palms together as one. “now, how to rizz a girl up is not useful without your effort,” he patted his son’s head and pushed him up.

“go get the girl, atta boy!”

today is a great day to go touch grass 😳 i mean- take care of yourself 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @loudcolorwolfgarden / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

[tarrynightss]

What they’d get you for Valentine’s Day

Characters: Jake Sully, Miles Quaritch, Tonowari, Tsu’tey, Ronal, & Neytiri (gender neutral reader)

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I couldn’t get what I wanted for today finished so have this little thingy for now 💓 happy Valentine’s Day cuties 💓

Jake Sully

Your favorite food

Jake would to try gather and prepare whatever food he knows you like best. Foraging is easy enough, but when it comes to cooking? Great mother preserve him he will struggle. He will have to retry it like four times till he finally feels confident enough presenting it to you.

He’ll cover your eyes and walk you over to the little spot where he set up the food, having thrown some woven mats down in the clearing for you to sit on. He’ll have picked the perfect spot near a twinkling creek or a lush part of the forest. It’s perfect, and though the food isn’t necessarily the best, his gesture is more than grand enough by itself.

Miles Quaritch

Dick A card

Miles had to be reminded by one of his squad mates that it was Valentine’s Day. He knew he was fucked if you saw all the humans at base chat about it while he turned up to you with empty hands. He could imagine your displeased face and the cold shoulder you would give him afterwards, and so he got to work. Pandora didn’t exactly have some store he could quickly run to buy a card or some oversized stuffed animal, not that he even knew if you’d like that in the first place. In the end he had attempted to make a card himself, folding a paper in half and writing some standard happy Valentine’s Day shit on it. He drew a heart on the front, which was very crooked but he was pleased enough to call it a day and slap it into your hands.

Tonowari

Self made bouquet

After Tonowari found out about the little human holiday, it turned into one of his favorite things. He was all for showing appreciation for his mate and had planned out what he would give you well before the day rolled around. People often forgot that the ocean too held stunning plants and flowers, but he was well aware of it. He swam far and wide to collect everything he had in mind, eventually having putting together a stunning and rare bouquet. He would take you out onto the ocean before presenting it to you, happily showing you all the spots where the flora originated from if you wanted to see it.

Tsu’tey

Customized weapon

Tsu’tey didn’t really get the use of the holiday. Why would he give you something that you would never look at again after the day? That would be a waste. No, instead he chose to indulge your human holiday in a different way, customizing a weapon for you. A dagger, bow, spear, whatever held your fancy. He carved intricate patterns into the wood and painted it, letting himself be inspired by whatever Pandoran animal you liked most.

His chest would be puffed out in pride when he gives it to you, explaining exactly why he did what as soon as it’s in your hands.

Ronal

Jewelry

Ronal would take the opportunity to design and make some jewelry for you. She’d use shells, beads, clear stones, whatever she could gather on the beach and in the ocean. She’d make a matching necklace and headband for you, putting the jewelry onto you with a sweet smile when the day finally comes. She’ll compliment you, noting how it accentuates your features, which of course she had thoroughly planned.

Neytiri

Night out

Neytiri is less for material gifts and more into the experience. She’ll want to take you for a night out in which the two of you fly on top of her Ikran as she recounts many of the moments you shared together. She will tell you of all the times she had stared up at these same stars you now flew under, thinking of you and counting the hours till she would see you again.

[makoodles]

OH MY GOD I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE

And the fact that you are writing for tsu’tey with human reader it’s mind blowing I just love it , but honey you know what I need now .

✨tsu’tey and human reader learning to live with each other✨

Because I can already imagine Tsu’tey being like ‘what the F***’ when he sees reader dancing around the room with music

Or she trying to cook him human plates

Or reader trying to use her normal hygiene products and our lovely boy being all scared about it , because why do you need to put those things in your body

Or imagine Jake and reader being like besties who are talking about their lost human traditions

And tsu’tey and neytiri watching them like ‘why’s your mate laughing and hugging MY MATE??’

You know things like that

I know that with your beautiful writing everything will turn out perfect

I love you and please please please please keep writing . I’m begging you please don’t stop writing for human reader

💓💓💓💓💕💕💕💕💗💗💗💓💓💓💓💕💕💕💗💗💗

the learning curve would be so intense, i swear.

tsu'tey is an intense guy, and though he loves his squishy little sky demon mate he finds it difficult to get over his disdain surrounding human customs. having that said, that won't him making sure you have every weird little demon-made product that you desire.

the humans living in the science outpost are super intimidated by him, so whenever he shows up looking all big and scowly and demanding, they throw him pretty much anything he wants. that's how you end up with unending amounts of hygiene products at your fingertips. he makes sure to build a little shelf for you to keep everything on; shower gels, hair products, body oils, deodorants, tampons. it's more than what you need, but you have a hard time telling him to stop. he looks so proud of himself every time he returns from terrorising the scientists with an armful of new things for you.

there are little things that absolutely bewilder him. your loofah totally freaks him out, and the perfume in your body lotions make his nose itch. That doesn't stop him from eagerly helping you to rub the lotion in all over your body, as though you can't handle it yourself.

and you and jake would absolutely have such a bro relationship. jake thinks it's fucking hilarious that tsu'tey, the big, angry guy that had given him such a hard time when he had first come to the clan, has fallen so hard for a sky person. he loves it -- it gives him the opportunity to rib at tsu'tey in a way he's never gotten to before.

it's nice to have someone around that you can share stupid little human inside jokes and references with, but you both have to be cautious. both neytiri and tsu'tey are both mad territorial; you're gonna have tsu'tey plastered to your back and neytiri plastered to jake's as they listen to your conversations with bewildered frowns. their english is pretty good thanks to grace, but that doesn't mean they're able to follow what you're talking about. at least that confusion gives them the opportunity to bond over their confusing sky demon mates ✨

[pandoranbean]

Every distance there is between us

synopsis. the RDA came back to high camp, and launched their biggest attack since they invaded the hallelujah mountains. you and tarsem are in the middle of the battle, and have to separate.

wc: 1.3k

warnings: angst, mentions of grave injury, describing said grave injury, character death

translations: yawne - beloved; oe tiyawn nga - i love you; yawntutsyìp - darling; oe tiyawn nga nìhawng - i love you too; ma‘ muntxate - my wife; ma‘ muntxatan - my husband

notes: EVEN MORE TARSEM LOVE 💗 💞💝💓💖💘

your ikran soared through the air, so much faster than the bulky flying machines the sky people used. right beside you was your mate, tarsem, whose face you had painted his face with war paint just an hour ago.

this was the sky people’s biggest attack on the omatikaya since they went all out war against jake sully, toruk makto. that was the past, history and many years ago.

“we‘re gonna have to split up here, yawne,” tarsem said, which made your heart break already. you two were inseparable, you wouldn’t want to leave him, even if it was just for one minute, for any amount of glory and praise in the world.

you sighed, looking at the skies, “whatever happens to any one of us, never forget that oe tiyawn nga so damn much,” you said, as you replayed the moment he kissed your forehead back in high camp in your head, over and over again.

“i will never forget, yawntutsyìp. oe tiyawn nga nìhawng, my love.” he said, as his ikran slowly increased his distance from you, “don’t forget you have your emergency whistle if anything happens to you!”

a tear fell down your cheek as you were separated from him, you already couldn’t take it, the distance between you was so short, yet you knew that you couldn’t follow him.

—————

“please tell me you saw tarsem, vin‘txa.” you said to one of the warriors who was with tarsem almost all the time.

“y/n, i didn’t. sorry,” he said, which made you sigh in response.

“fuck it, i‘m gonna find him,” you said, standing up from the mat in the tsahìk‘s hut.

vin‘txa held you back from leaving, “you‘re staying here y/n, he‘ll come back so-”

you hissed at him and shoved him away, “i‘ll go!”

vin‘txa was stunned at your sudden outburst of anger and stepped back, “please, y/n, take care of yourself.”

you walked out without a comment, mounting your ikran and flying off.

—————

“tarsem? tarsem?” you exclaimed, searching for you mate, in the deep of the pandoran jungles desperately.

you kept searching, but didn’t find a single clue or sign of him. it felt like an eternity you were searching for him, although it had only been a few minutes.

and then, you spotted his ikran, lying on the ground. was it dead? injured? but more importantly, where was tarsem?

you dismounted your ikran, running to tarsem‘s ikran, seeing it was injured, “bea‘nia!” you exclaimed.

while you were looking at the ikran‘s injuries, you heard a soft whisper from behind you, “ma‘ muntxate…”

you swiftly turned around, to see tarsem lying on the ground, badly injured, “ma‘ muntxatan!”

as you ran over to him, you noticed his injuries looked very severe, deep cuts, purple bruises and shooting injuries. as you drove your hands over his body, they were almost instantly covered with blood, “no, no, no! stay with me, please!” you said, just before blowing your emergency whistle around your neck, calling for assistance.

you just prayed to eywa that at least one person would hear you, just one. that they would come here and save your mate, the love of your life.

you started crying as you kept telling him to stay, to look at you, to walk away from the light, to just keep holding on to you.

his bloodied hand reached up to cup your chin, his thumb gently stroking across it, “oe tiyawn nga, ma‘ muntxate…”

you laid your hand onto his, hating that the blood on his hand kept his skin from actually feeling your cheek and vice versa.

“please… don‘t let go of my hand… ever…” you said, as he took your hand into his, leaving a bloodied handprint on your face.

he smiled weakly, “i won’t… i promise…”

you kissed his forehead, lingering there to savor the feeling of his skin against your lips.

his grip loosened, the light and life faded from his eyes, and his breathing stopped.

“no, no, no, no!”

you blew your whistle, so powerful your cheeks could’ve burst.

you could only think of one thing… please, oh great mother, send help… please, great mother… please, please, please.

—————

your sheets were wet, no, drenched from your sweat. all of your senses didn’t work, you couldn’t see, heat, smell, feel or speak. you panted heavily, you felt like you could breathe in all of pandora’s air with half of a breath.

your skull pounds, so hard you could’ve sworn your eyes were almost popping out of their sockets. the feeling of intense soreness dominated your body. you couldn’t move, even if you wanted to, you were caught in your sweaty-ass sheets.

you groaned in agony, or at least you tried. your throat was dry, and you were unable to get your vocal cords to make any sound.

you just laid there, doing nothing… it looked like you were staring at the ceiling from the outside, but your vision was so blurred, you could only catch glimpses of the many colors present in your hut.

„y/n?” a voice you couldn’t make out callef through the emptiness of your deafness.

you wanted to move, to see who was talking, to protect yourself, to hopefully finally gain your senses back.

the person now gently shook your limp, unmoving body, “y/n? your eyes are open, talk to me! i know i-” from that point on, everything was just blurry, as your eyes slowly closed.

was this it? was your time gone? why?

—————

it felt like a matter of seconds until a voice and it‘s sounds clearly came through to your eardrums, “y/n? y/n! she‘s awake!” the voice called out.

as you slowly opened your eyes, which were still foggy, a trembling pair of hands cupped your face and kissed you.

“she‘s still weak, so just… care for her as good as you can… she can only move if for very, VERY important things, alright?” a voice you recognized as mo‘at‘s said to another person, who apparently was the one cupping your face.

the other person sighed in relief, and as you recognized their voice, your heart skipped a beat, literally.

“yes i will take good, very good care of her…” the person promised.

“m-ma‘ muntxatan? you… you…” you stuttered as you tried to defog your eyes by rubbing them.

“oh, ma‘ muntxate…” tarsem now said, appearing ever so clearly in your vision.

how did he survive? he was deadly injured, he… he was dead… right?

“how did you… how did you survive? what happened to me?” you asked, finally being able to lay your hand onto his, which still cupped your cheek.

“hm? what do you mean? i… i was fine, y/n. i didn‘t get injured,” he answered.

“i say you… and bea‘nia… shot… injured… you were almost dead… so… bloodied” you managed to stutter as your tears threatened to fall again.

“oh, y/n… you dreamt… you dreamt a bad, bad dream…” he said, while thumb stroked your cheek lightly.

“what… why? why did i dream that?” it seemed so real, but you could feel his hand on your cheek, the warmth radiating off of it, the slight tremble in his hand and the callousess ever so slightly rubbing over your skin, that stemmed from years of heavy training.

tarsem shrugged as he continued speaking, “mo‘at thinks it could come from something you ate, which in result could’ve gave you psychedelic side effects… but i don’t think that‘s what it is.”

“what do you think it is?”

he sighed, “we eat the same things, and i didn’t dream that, so… so i think you could‘ve had a really, really bad nightmare, which resulted in a so-called ‘broken heart’, which is where you could’ve gotten these symptoms from. it must’ve been a really strong ‘heartbreak’.”

you smiled weakly, “of course it was… every distance there is between us, hurts. even if it‘s just a few inches.”

tarsem smirked at your comment, “i don’t want you hurting, do i? should i help you?”

you nodded, as he crashed his lips onto yours…

[onlyjaeyun]

y/n fucks jake cuz that's what friends do 🤭 and they email hee a sex tape and have jake being like 'who's fucking you this good huh?' And y/n being like 'you do jake! Just you!' And then we see hee screaming crying throwing up heehhehehehehehee - 💫

yup, deffo makes her worship his cock and beg for it just so hee knows he'll never be in his place 🤭🤭🩷💓🩷

[live-laugh-neteyam]

Hi darling, love your blog 😍🤩 Would you be interested in writing something about Lyle who finds a human reader in the forest and decides to capture her to interrogate her (maybe she could be like Spider who grew up around the Na’Vi)? 💓

Lost In The Woods ||| recom!lyle x human!reader

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pairings: recom!lyle x human!fem!reader *enemies*

summary: lyle finds you wandering the forest alone

words: 600

warnings/notes: kidnapping, cursing, other than that no warnings. I really struggled with this one so I have no clue if it’s what you wanted 🙈

Running through the forest your feet harshly smacked the dirt. Pushing yourself to go as fast as you could, you ignored the ache in your legs. You treasured your moments racing through the forest. They were the only times you felt truly free. You'd do whatever you could to chase that feeling.

Growing up on Pandora you knew your surroundings well. You were fortunate enough that the Na'vi allowed you to stick around; even though they viewed you as a stray. You were well aware that Spider and yourself weren't exactly welcome. It was toleration more than anything. But you'd take what you could get.

The scientists didn’t want you to go out alone. They always felt like there was safety in numbers, so you were meant to stay with Spider. But you were you. The feeling of running free trumped everything else.

So that’s how you found yourself exploring the forest by yourself. You were so lost in the world around you that you failed to pay attention to your surroundings. It was almost eclipse. And someone had been following you.

Lyle was scouting the forest when his eyes landed on you. Raising his weapon he was ready to take the shoot when he stopped dead in his tracks.

“What the fuck?” He breathed as he noticed you. What he originally thought to be a native was anything but. Lyle observed you as you wandered. You were definitely human. Painted blue strips covered your arms and legs.

Surly Jake Sully would know of you. You were decked out in Na’vi clothes and everything. Lyle smirked to himself. They could use this. Jake was soft. They could use you as bait.

“Colonel, you’ll never guess what I found.” Lyle spoke into his communicator.

Now all that was left was to capture you. He wasn’t worried about it. You were so small he could practically fit you in his pocket. Plus you weren’t paying any attention. You failed to notice his presence.

This is too easy. Lyle thought to himself. To make things more interesting he purposely stepped on a twig. The snap echoed through the forest causing your head to pop up.

You looked around waiting for something to jump out at you. Worry started to sink into your stomach. Maybe they were right, you shouldn’t have come out alone.

Pandora was just as dangerous as she was beautiful. It was hard to say what had been stalking you. Eyes moving to the rustling in the bushes, you prepared yourself for the worst.

“Well what do we have here?” Lyle asked as he emerged from his hiding spot.

Your eyes widened in shock. A false Na’vi was the last thing you were expecting.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” He held his hands out in front of him walking towards you.

Your feet felt like they were stuck to the ground. You wanted to run as far away as you could, but your fear made you frozen.

If you stayed here you were as good as dead. Frantically you attempted to run but he swiftly caught you before you made it too far.

“Not so fast doll. Just wanna talk to ya.”

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You screamed. Kicking and punching at him you tried to free yourself. “Let me go!”

Lyle chucked at your weak attempts to stop him. “I’ve got someone who wants to meet you.”

Tears stung your eyes as you accepted your fate. You prayed that someone would notice your absence and rescue you. But for now you were stuck in the arms of your captor.

[lithopsy]

@caffernnn tagged me lmao love u

unfortunately i come bearing terrible news and perhaps a glimpse into my twisted mind

the songs I’ve had stuck in my head this week are (lol)

1) In Love With a Creeper by Danny Gonzalez (this is an original song written by a youtuber that’s literally about minecraft i fucking wish i were joking but no every fucking day i wake up singing i can’t get you off my mind so i gotta craft a way to make you mine planks and sticks baby give me a sign break the bed cause we ain’t sleepin tonight)

2) It’s Everyday Bro by fucking Jake Paul (i wish this were a bit i was doing i wish this were a joke it’s not a joke it’s literally every day bro with that disney channel flow five mil on youtube in six months never done before smashed all the competition yeah and pewdiepie is next man im poppin all these checks got that brand new rolex and i met a lambo too and im coming with the crew this is team ten bitch who the hell are flipping you)

3) Perfect Blue Buildings by The Counting Crows (its four thirty am on tueeesday every day baby what can i say it literally can’t get much worse than this)

this sucks anyway tagging lmao @barrioghost @cherrybucket @brighteststar707 and @audiodramatist no pressure love u bye 💘💖💗💞💓💝🩷💕💖

✨️🎶ASK TIME🎶✨️

3 songs that have been in you head in the past 3 days like an EARWORM... I'll go first!!

1) too sweet by hozier (this is laced with smth idk)

2) get him back olivia rodrigo

3) beautiful things by benson boone

copy this ask / tag 10 of your followers <333 no pressure :))

Ah ty for ask alims! <3

3 songs that have been in my head:

Home - Edward sharp & the magnetic zeros

Say you won't let go - James Arthur

Ocean eyes - Billie Eilish

Tagging w no pressure loves x (+ anyone who just wants to join in)

@viivdle @annamatix @chaiichait @kazbrekkersfedoraaintgotshitonme @oomens-eyeball @cookieswithforksandknifes @his-littlefox @jesyverse @rabbitholessk @darlingod

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[mayhem24-7forever]

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😈 🛠🍦 🌞 ❌ 👀

hello! thank you so much for sending this ask! I’ll be so honest, the username change threw me off for a second but I am SO GLAD you messaged! ily 💕

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I try not to be too mean bc I am a baby who cannot handle unhappy endings BUT I will say that my whumptober Rhett fic The Littlest Cowgirl and the Mean Old Bull (x) was almost completely made just from angsty things I said in the Top Gun server to torment my friends. 😂

🛠��� What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

I used to use Pages but now I prefer to use Google Docs because it’s so much easier to share with friends to beta read/leave comments

🍦What’s the sweetest fic you’ve created so far?

Oof this is a hard one but probably the ongoing Time is Running Out series (x) because although there are some steamy moments I really, really enjoyed getting to write a softer side of my favorite cocky asshole Jake “Hangman” Seresin from Top Gun: Maverick.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Late at night, usually so late that it’s far into the next morning because I am a night owl with no self control 😂

❌ What’s a trope you will never write?

In terms of kinks: incest, underage, anything with water sports/scat

In terms of general tropes: I never say never but I’m not really a huge fan of doing unhappy endings like major character deaths and so having a fic end unhappily probably means the apocalypse is upon us and/or I have been replaced by an evil replacement and/or a cry for emotional help.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

SHAN I PROMISE I AM STILL WORKING ON THE STEVE HARRINGTON X READER X EDDIE MUNSON FIC “NEED YOU TONIGHT” FOR YOU! I know it has been AGES and you have the patience of a saint so here’s a fun little sneaky peeky for anyone who’s interested:

Eddie downed what was left of the almost empty bottle and put it down as he pushed off the wall to join Steve in the kitchen area. Steve put the pizza on the counter, took off his sunglasses, and was sticking the beers in the fridge when Eddie walked in.

“We need to talk, Harrington.” Eddie hissed lowly.

“Yes, her ass felt spectacular.” Steve replied with a smirk.

“No, Harrington. I’m serious.” Eddie shot back.

“Me too.” Steve said with a chuckle and Eddie grumbled, leaning in closer.

“Dude, I’m losing my fucking mind right now.” He said as Steve finished putting the beers in the fridge and stood up to look at Eddie properly. “If I watch her dance like that any longer, I’ll be cumming in my jeans. We have to do something.”

“Munson, we agreed that if anything with her is gonna happen for either of us, she’s gotta be the one to start it. We can flirt as much as we want, but no matter how sexy she is, or how much we want her, we can’t be the ones to make the first move. We agreed, man!” Steve replied, popping the top off of a beer bottle and taking a swig.

“Harrington, fucking look at her right now.” Eddie hissed, swiping the bottle from Steve’s hand and taking a large swig.

Steve sighed, grabbing another bottle and popping the top off before peeking his head around the kitchen cabinets to look into the living room.

He watched her dance for thirty seconds or so and then turned back to Eddie, adjusting the front of his pants awkwardly. “Yeah, we need to figure this out—and fast! I can’t look at her in that top all night and not ask her to fuck me. One of us needs to drop out.” The pair silently looked at one another, waiting for the other to just give up but neither of them said a word.

Thank you so so much for sending these in! I had so much fun! I love you bb 💕

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My lovely boyfriend (BoyfriendJake x GirlfriendReader, virginReader, smut, a lot of praising, fluff, fingering, use of pet names, kind of public sex, use of curse words, cnc kink, very messy, unprotected sex, couch sex😈)

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For you, Jake was the best boyfriend in the world. He always has treated you like his little princess, his baby doll. You never knew that someone could love you that much. Everyone called it puppy love, but what they didn't know was that all of that "perfect" boyfriend material jake was, it was just a facade. He was a total perv. You loved how he spoil you, but it was hell when the boy got horny..."no one's watching baby, don't worry" jake smirks against your, now burning skin, neck.

Anything yet

Treat you Better (University au!, FuckBoddySunghoon, VirginReader, CrushHeeseung, BffYuqi, BrotherNi-ki, smut,use of curse words, a lot of drama, kind of toxic.)

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(Series)

It's your first time as a college student, You were happy that you managed to win a scholarship in Decelis University, where your crush was studying. You were excited and curious of what would life be like, in the campus. But you were more excited to be with your crush, you only had eye's for Lee Heeseung.You didn't have any experience on dating or sex, but you will do everything to make him yours, even if it meant gaining a little of experience to impress him. "I can teach you, if you want" sunghoong breath the sentence on your ear, bitting the corner of your ear and then acting like nothing happened "h-hey!" "Shhh we're in class y/n.".

Anything yet

It's all Fucked Up (SoftDomSunoo, SubReader, ExJake, FriendKarina, smut, suggestive, use of curse words, infidelity, consumption of drugs and alcohol)

Resume:

(Oneshot)

You don't remember anything from last night after-wedding party, you just know that you woke up in a very familiar room. Your head hurts a lot from all the alcohol you drunk. Suddenly, some blur memories appeared on your mind, you sitting of someone's lap, you kissing your ex and your friend giving you a strange candy, which maybe was the reason of your crazy night. "Mmmh let's cuddle a little more ¿ok?" he grab you back down, against his chest. You scream internally NOT KNOWING WHY THE BOY NEXT TO YOU WAS THE ONE AND ONLY, KIM SUNOO.

Anything yet

Notes:

ITS EVERYONE READY FOR THIS WEEK POSTS? COUSE IM EXCITED. I'll be doing fluff stuff, but maybe next week. I also wanted to start a series, idk if it's too soon to make one, but I really want to try it out. So pls give the series love and support🤗. Hope everyone is doing well 💗 💓 and also thank you for subscribing ahhhh😳😳. This just make me want to write more stuff for you guys🥸👍.

[yeonhwrts]

I have read the request rules and congrats on 100 babe.. 💞

My ult Grp and bias, enhypen and jake

My favorite song at this moment : love,maybe (by secret number)

My aesthetic : drain core

Favorite season : winter

To describe myself in one word would be, lovesick.

Member I wanna get shipped with : Taehyun (txt).. (Nsfw!)

— 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 °.♡

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : smut , mdni pls <3

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : kang taehyun x reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : choking , oral ( male receiving) , spit kink , dumbification ( does that require a warning? ) , Use of the word daddy and princess / baby girl

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝟒 𝐔 : FIRST DRABBLE OF MY 100 FOLLOWERS EVENT ! Slots are still open , you can read the rules here and request through my ask box ! ♡

@tyunslut thank you for requesting i absolutely adore you 🤍🥺 i hope you love this mwahh 💓 ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

You are pretty sure you that are going to pass out any minute now , the heat radiating out of Taehyun seeping into yours as he fucks you in a animalistic pace into the mattress . His lips never left yours , drinking your moans hungrily , " Keep your eyes open , " Taehyun hisses , his hands grabbing your neck . He presses his forehead against yours , blowing some cool air onto your face . "Look at me baby " he lovingly whispers completely opposite to the way he was drilling inside of you .

You are too caught up in the pleasure to respond to what Taehyun was talking to you about . You only reply back with pathetic moans and whimpers.

" I said fucking look at me " He tugs your chin harshly , but you are too dick drunk to even realize your surroundings . He forces you to meet his gaze . " Sorry .... mmhh.... da-ddy " , you whimper bucking your hips to meet his . " Please daddy , please let me cum. " you beg him .

He ignores you as his thumb reaches down to flick your bundle of nerves . He grins sadistically as you moan loudly at the sensation practically gripping at the sheets for your dear life . " Who does this slutty cunt belongs to ?" he asks in a deep voice , enjoying this way too much .

" You ! " you are practically screaming at this point and you are pretty sure that your whole apartment knows that you're getting dicked down tonight . But you do not care . " Tae please ," you beg again .

He suddenly slips his cock out of you ; you whimper at the loss of contact . " Tae , what the fuck ! " You cry desperately . He looks at you with a mean look on his face and your not sure if you want to cry or cum at the sight . " Princess clearly hasn't learned her lesson ."

You furiously shake your head and crawl towards him on your knees , " I have ! I have , tae just please let me cum " you pout at him , your slickness dripping down your thighs . Taehyun shuts you up by roughly pulling you by the back of your neck , ghosting his lips over yours . The look in his eyes are absolutely feral , as he inhales your scent like he was an animal in heat ." Daddy should fuck your throat raw so you'll know better than to curse at me , hm ? " He whispers against your now swollen lips . " And if you do a good job daddy might consider letting you cum on my thigh like the needy little slut you are ."

So you start kissing down his jaw , down his strong and broad chest down to his rock hard cock . You kiss his leaking tip , looking at him through your eyelashes . " Open you mouth for me baby girl ," he says and you know better than not to listen to his commands . You obliged like the good girl you are .

He spits down on his cock and watches as his spit travels down the length of his veiny cock and into your greedy mouth . " Good girl , " he softly pats your head , " Good fucking girl . "

navi !?💕

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𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 <𝟑 🍡💓📓

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[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

For the OTP ask, 2, 6, 7, 11, 27, 29, 30, 31, 48, and 49 for the werewolf au? I'm literally obsessed with them! It's amazing!! Thank you!!!

M you sweet sweet soul 🥹 thank you so much, you know I could talk about them for days 💓

2. Who is the big spoon/Who is the little spoon?

Jake is the big spoon more often than not. He loves just holding Ronnie in his arms, making her feel safe and warm and loved. But sometimes, maybe nights after he wakes up from those nightmares, he becomes the little spoon and it feels just as good to feel safe and warm and loved back.

6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day?

This is an interesting one! I feel like Ronnie is a middle of the night kind of person. She will mull something over as she tries to fall asleep but then she just shoots up out of bed because she thought of the answer. She also likes to watch Jake sleep, it's when he's his most soft and when his guard is down completely, and she can't help but think about how much she just loves this guy so much. Jake, on the other hand, it doesn't take much for him to get deep in his feels about Ronnie. She could just be doing the dishes or reading a book and he's like "damn...i love her sm"

7. Who sweats the small stuff?

Jake does for sure. Ronnie is a very confident person by nature, compounded by the fact that she's now a Luna. He constantly worries about things (secretly, in private, he would never let anyone else see that). And Ronnie is his constant reassurance.

11. Who likes horror movies/Who likes romance movies?

Okay, neither of them like horror movies. They know that some of that stuff is real and they do not like it lol (I think Jake would try to watch a werewolf movie but then he'd get all sad cause "am I really just a monster?" OOF anyway). But Ronnie loves romance films!! Runaway Bride and Pride & Prejudice are some of her favorites. Jake would never admit to enjoying them though.

27. Who takes a long shower/Who sings in the shower?

Jake takes long showers, especially when he gets back from the full moon and he's covered in muck and animal blood and who knows what else. Ronnie sings super loud in the shower though. That is her own personal concert space.

29. Who is the better cook?

Ronnie!! In a way, she's kinda been preparing to be a Lunda her entire life. And that means taking care of an entire pack. She knows how to cook and cook for many.

30. Who likes long walks on the beach?

I say both of them do. They'll spend hours on that beach where they really met for the first time. Have they also fucked in that cave down the beach during rain storms? YEAH

31. Who is more affectionate?

Like physical affection? definitely Jake. It's just werewolf nature to be very physical with your mate and touch is super important for werewolves. He constantly has a hand on her no matter where they go. They're like Those couples in line at the theme park but just like....all the time lol

48. Who loses stuff?

Jake does lol I think that's just a guy thing. They set things down around the house and it's just Right There but they cannot see it.

49. Who is the driver/Who is the passenger?

Jake is always the driver and Ronnie is always the passenger. Is it because Ronnie is a terrible driver that gives big Alpha Jake anxiety? quite possibly lol

thanks again M!

[fallinforgyu]

HOSSQWORJWIWJFUWJSH that ???? Cherry is officially the best fic I’ve read in my life I’m so happy and feel so lucky to be alive to have experienced this I really really really really can’t believe how amazing this fic is AND HOW AMAZING YOU ARE??? I’ve literally been reading fics for soooo long like since I was 11 or something and I’ve never been this attached to characters and a story in my life, even in published novels I can’t think of a story or characters that I love and care about as much as these 2.. you are so ??? AWESOME I .. have nevr been so happy I’m smiling from ear to ear with tears streaming down my face IM SO HAPPY and so full of love I can’t do this rn.. wow. Wwoowowowowowoow. Wow.

CHERRY NATION WE WON 🙏🙏🙏 CHERRY JAKE ENTHUSIASTS WE WON DOUBLE 🙏🙏🙏 all hail bunny 🫶🫶🫶 again SORRY FOR THE I HATE YOUS 👎 yk the truth, bun, 01z + jake 4L 💕⭐️💌🫀

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THESE ALWAYS MAKE ME CRY AND LAUGH SO HARD I LITERALLY CANT DO THIS RN MY BRAIN IS SHORT CIRCUITING 😭😭💔

sax :( i literally do not have the words to thank you enough for always beinf sO FUCKING KIND AND FUNNY AND WONDERFUL >:( you genuinely make tumblr a better place for me and im so glad that you liked the ending 🥹💖💖💖

01z + jake 4L BITCH!!! 🥺🫶✨💛💫 i love u more than words can say and i promise CHERRY JAKE IS ON HIS WAY TO YOU!!! 😌💓💓

[sweetlilbambi]

SAB OH MY GOSH !! U KNOW HOW MUCH IVE BEEN ANTICIPATING FOR THIS FIC N ITS FINALLY HERE !! N IT DELIVERED !! YOUUUU DELIVERED !! ATE SO MUCH MY WHOLE PUSSY WEEPED !! the combo of sf!johnny + the neighbors trope (that i loved from ur zemo fic, as we both know😵‍💫) + peeping tom + JAKE JENSEN ?? SO GOOD AAAAA IM FUCKING FERAL !! I HAVE SO MUCH THOUGHTS OH MY GOSH I NEED TO SHARE THEM

“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.” 

sir PLEASE. i have three holes! teach me how to suck two pair of balls! pls get on w it!! i need it!! ITS FOR THE PEOPLE!!

“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?” 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH NO WORDS

sorry but if my hot silverfox dilfy neighbor that ive had a crush on for the longest said that to me,, I WOULD SIMPLY MELT ON THE GROUND! literally take me now!! legs spread wide open, pussy wet n gushing,, i want u sir pls im all yours!!!

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. 

OK HES SUCH A LITTLE SHIT GAHHH BUT I LOVE HIM SO BAD !! I LOVE THIS WHOLE PART PLS I CAN VISION IT SO VIVIDLY!! just imagining u w ur sweet lil pout nd johnny calling himself an old man :’) sobsob im gonna cry this is so!!!!! u write him so freakin well sab i cant i cant

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?”

THE WAY HE EATS UR CUNT IS SO <3_<3 catch me daydreaming about it for days !!!!! gah so good ill gladly be his drug <3 legs ready to be spread everytime he needs a fix!! i need him so bad im so ready to just crawl thru this screen and have him for myself

AND THE END SAB OMG !! two hot mfs w big cocks sharing ?? ILL BREAK ILL LITERALLY BREAK !! didnt think johnny wld be nice to share u again tbh but i guess hes just that unpredictable hehe (ruin my hole btw)

i just love everything about this honestly sab, your talent is so freaking unmatched. from start to finish i was hooked by ur beautiful writing and i wish i can just write all my thoughts out and send it to you, but its so many we’ll both explode from reading it! >.< ur always so creative with your writings and the metaphors always hit me in the face so good!! gahh just wanna give u a big big smooch for this nd for all ur future works thats yet to come n know that it’ll all be loved + cherished by me !! YASSSS!! 💖💞🫶🏼💗🌸💕💓💘🥰💕🎀💗💓💕💘💖💞💝💘

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!!! (my username will soon change to @nsfwsabbie) 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.” 

[moonhoures]

Hello, good afternoon check in😅I’m a little late today

I’ve been screaming all morning about these dimension answer since of films… like enhypen really said, hi were here and were hot…

Like damn bitch. JAKE GOT ME FUCKED UP TOO. I KNOW YOU SAW HIS… LIKE DAMN BOI CAM DOWN🥲

Oof yeah that’s how my days gone so far… and I’ve been helping take down all of our Christmas decorations😪that’s never a fun task

Question for today… what’s your fav gift from Christmas this year? Mine is definitely Animal Crossing… (I haven’t been able to put it down for days😂)

~Kenah🦕

no bc jake’s has me in a chokehold bestie 🥴 like i don’t even wanna think abt a bias list anymore at this point 🤥 it’s nonexistent

luckily my parents took the decorations down while i was at work so i didn’t have to go through that lol but have fun w that 😕

i still haven’t exchanged gifts w my sister or bff yet bc we’ve been busy w work but i loved all the gifts from my mom: a necklace w the sagittarius arrow symbol on it, a vanilla-scented sagittarius candle, and a winnie the pooh christmas funko pop 💓