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dreaminginpastels · 2 years
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hi! i hope ur doing well! i was just wondering would you ever consider writing something with reed richards?
oh. my. god.
YESSSSSSS 😍😍😍
hi anon! reed richards is one of my og fictional crushes and it would bring me so much joy to write for him if you’d like to send requests in for him 🥹
disclaimer: I may or may not have done a happy dance when I got this ask 🙈
⚡️⚡️⚡️ ALSO PLEASE COME OFF ANON AND BE MY FRIEND, THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY ⚡️⚡️⚡️
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finalgowrl · 3 months
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go little rockstar 💫
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supercap2319 · 8 months
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"I can't believe you, Johnny! You gave Y/N a handjob on top of the Baxter building. What were you thinking?" Sue asked her brother, pushing her glasses up towards her face.
Johnny looks up at her and smirks. "I was thinking... 'Damn. The kid shoots far. Wonder what would happen if I stuck my fingers inside his tight virgin hole alongside jerking him?'"
Sue huffed. "You're disgusting, Johnny."
"I know. And I know that Y/N is right outside listening to us. What do you say, Y/N? Another handjob with me fingering you from behind?"
Y/N came into the room with his face all red.
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jessyballet · 3 months
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Joseph Quinn Is going to be JOHNNY STORM
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Hangover 1
Warnings: dubcon, noncon, other possible triggers. Proceed with caution.
Note: can't stop, won't stop. Please leave any and all feedback! 💚💚💚💚💚💚
Part of The Club AU
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“Boris, I need that big breakfast,” you call through the window.
“Yeah, yeah,” the cook gristles back as he clinks a plate onto the metal, “you don't wait.”
“It's been twenty minutes,” you rebuff as you take the hot dish and veer around Monica at the counter.
You come around and carry it over to the only customer at a table. The officer came in looking underslept and worse for wear. A bruise is faded to yellow under his eyes and his stubble is just shorter than an actual beard.
“Here you are, honey,” you put on your customer service voice, “more coffee?”
“Yeah,” he puts his phone face down and unwraps the cutlery.
You go to the machine and grab a pot. You return and fill his cup as he jabs at the scrambled eggs.
“There ya go, honey, anything else I can do for you?”
“Yeah, stop calling me honey,” he snarls.
“Oh, sorry… sir.”
You back away and retreat back to the counter, offering more top ups as you burn with embarrassment. You suppose you can come on strong when you're looking for tips. Besides, you can't blame him for being grumpy. He seems to have a good reason for it.
You put on a fresh pot as you replace the urn on the burner. You dip behind the counter as Monica brings Vi her tea and egg whites. The old lady is one of the mainstays of the place.
“So,” Monica turns her back to the customers and lowers her voice, “how's Will?”
“I think he's liking college… must be having fun since I never hear from him,” you shrug, “only asks when he can come get his laundry done.”
“Typical, I'm not looking forward to Brandon being that age.”
“Yes, enjoy them while they're young and sweet,” you cluck.
“Waitress!” The cop booms from his table.
“Chipper guy,” Monica mutters under her breath as you turn on your heel.
You go back to the table. You notice the wrinkles in his uniform, the buttons aren't lined up properly either. He has his hand on his forehead. He leans over his plate as his shoulders tense and you see his boy racking.
Oh god, no! You've seen this before. Will would get like this when he brought home the flu.
“Oh no, just…”
You put your hand on his back and urge him over the plate as he pukes. You smell the alcohol then. You rub between his shoulder blades as he retches, not bringing up much more than the few bites he took.
“I'll get ya something,” you pull the towel from your apron and offer him that.
You try not to wrinkle your nose as you pick up his plate and carry it behind the counter. You dump it in the bin as Monica lets out a blech. You agree but you don't want to bring too much attention to the situation.
You go into the kitchen and wash your hands. You find a bucket and bring it out to the cop. He's bent over the table, head on his arms.
“Hon– sir,” you put the bucket on the table, “you want some water?”
He doesn't react. You go and get water for him, setting it by his elbow. He breathes heavily but doesn't move.
“You gonna be sick again?”
“No,” he grumbles, “I'm fine.”
You open your mouth but think better of it. You almost wonder if he's actually a cop. Maybe you should call the real ones.
You leave him and go to hide behind the counter. You have enough to worry about between tuition and your mortgage.
“Guy's a mess,” Monica whispers.
“Just a bit,” you agree.
“It's not even noon…”
“Shhhh, he's having a rough one,” you say, “he'll go eventually.”
“As long as he pays his bill,” she tuts.
“Yeah, let's hope,” you frown and peek over your shoulder. So much for a decent tip.
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The cop leaves about an hour after he got there. You forget quickly with the lunch rush. You spend your last few hours running yourself ragged.
You exchange your apron for your coat and leave through the side door. As you come into the alley, you notice the cruiser parked beside the dumpsters. You sidle by, stopping as you see the figure strewn over the back seat.
It's the same cop that was in the diner. You're content to keep going but your shoe hits a shape that jingles. You look down, a set of keys that can be for nothing other than the car in front of you. Those doors only open from the outside… wow. You won't call the guy a disaster, you can't exactly say you're any better.
You bend and pick up the keys. You unlock the door and open it, the edge hitting the dumpster. You don't know what to do so you just grab the cops ankle and shake his leg.
“Sir,” you raise your voice.
He throws his arm off his head and props himself up on his elbow, “what?”
“Um, you dropped these,” you place the keys by his shoe. “Sorry.”
He grunts but doesn't respond. You back up, leaving the door open. He slowly slides to the edge of the seat and hands his legs out of the car, bracing the door as he wipes the sleep from his eyes.
“Was sleepin’ good,” he growls.
“I… I was just checking on you… are you okay?”
“Does it matter?” He pulls himself up, snatching up the keys and slamming the back door. “Doing just fucking fine.”
“Alright, I wasn't…” you show your palms defensively, “have a good day officer.”
“Thanks, waitress,” he scoffs.
You bite down on his tone. It's not the first time you've been spoken to like that. In your line of work, it's all too common, and as you get more years under you, it's just how it is.
You turn and head towards the street. The engine rolls over behind you and as you near the end, you hear the tires crunching on pebbles. You barely manage to move out of the way as the officer steers into the street. You just stand back and watch him veer off. As bad as your day might be, his seems worse.
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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months
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Y/N walks into the lab…
Y/N: Reed can you make me some fireproof clothing?
Reed: why? Can’t stand getting close to Jane?
Y/N: no the opposite
Reed: huh?
Y/N: she keeps burning my clothing on purpose
Jane walks thru and gives Y/N a sly wink…
Jane: see you tonight hot stuff
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For @jacelion
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dreaminginpastels · 1 year
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Hi! I saw one of your posts/asks where someone was asking about Reed Richards and you said you'd be willing to take requests for him. Well what I was wondering was which version of Reed Richards are you willing to write for? Bc I feel like I have searched the whole internet for someone willing to write for Miles Teller's Reed Richards but have had no luck. Would you be willing?
hi lovely!
YES YES YES
I love any version of reed richards! I’m certainly more familiar with the original but I’d be super excited to write a miles teller reed richards for you 😊😊
this ask made my day! I’ve been meaning to get back into writing so this is exciting
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iliumheightnights · 9 months
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Johnny: "So I'm curious..."
M/n: "Oh here we go."
Johnny: "I'm just wondering. When you and Reed....you know...do it. Does he ever use his powers?"
Reed: "JOHNNY! That's private and inappropriate!"
Johnny: "I was just curious!"
M/n grins and leans over to whisper: "Yes he does. And it's FANTASTIC."
Reed: "M/N!"
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zaceouiswriting · 6 months
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Easy corruption of the straight, Human Torch and Mister Fantastic (2)
Character: Johnny Storm x male reader, mentioned Dr. Reed Richard
Universe: Fantastic four/Marvel
Warnings: Heavy Smut, pain kink, degradation and more
Authors note: Hello guys! It's been a while, but I finally finished the second part of this request. Let me tell you something: it took much longer to finish this than I'm willing to admit. @innerpiratefun I hope you are happy with the second part and its length because I hope the final part will be shorter! :D
Johnny's warmth always makes you dizzy. He's so needy. Ever since you fucked him in his place, he's become a total slut. Always close to you, his hands never leaving your crotch, massaging your cock until you finally give him what he needs. No, craves!
But sometimes, you just couldn't be brought into a state of complete lust for him. You hit him more than once. He was hurt then, but much to your chagrin, he loves it as much as your gentle touch. To him, it was all just foreplay, a way to get what he wanted because if he didn't stop, you would still fuck him, just not the way he wanted.
"Damn, you're a stupid, easy whore, aren't you?" Your voice was hoarse as you hugged Johnny from behind in the kitchen. He hadn't touched you once all day. But his looks and almost ghostly touches over your sharp jaw, chiseled chest, or thighs drove you crazy. 
It finally pushed you past the limit of your patience, and he knew it. 
"I don't know what you're talking about!" His smug smirk was audible, but he tried to cover it with an innocent undertone, even going so far as to turn his head and stare at you with wide puppy eyes.
You, on the other hand, made it with his little game. With a speed and force that made it impossible for him to organize his thoughts, you banged his head on the marble countertop. Only to put one of his more flexible legs on it a second later. The pants he was wearing - which he wasn't allowed to wear because they were difficult to take off - were just another trick of his because they were so tight, leaving nothing to the imagination. They only existed to tease you anyway. It made him moan in excitement and ecstasy.
"Just like I thought: a stupid fucking whore, eager for my touch. So beautifully pathetic!" Wasting no time, you buried your already hard cock - which had popped out of the tightness of your pants - deep into Johnny's insides. "Ohhhh- shit! So damn good!”
Johnny was a mess once you bottomed out. His head was still on the counter sideways so you could look into his eyes. Which you've only been doing for about a month. For the longest time since you've been fucking his tight ass, you've been uncomfortable looking at him because while you love to fuck him, you're not in love with him.
Your heart is still captivated by the doctor who so recklessly had broken up with you.
Your hands were formed into fists and rested right at the end of his back, just above his peachy-sweet bottom, wrapped around you so tight and warm that he flattened his body against the cold countertop.
His eyes were glazed, his tongue stuck slightly out, and some spit slowly dripped from his open mouth. It became easy for you to fuck him completely stupid in a few moments now that you know how to fuck him. You know every sweet spot of his delicious body.
But Johnny also learned a lot. Even if his brain isn't working properly, he knows when to tighten his hole around your big cock so he can feel every throbbing vein inside.
Fucking the human torch hard and deep - that supposed womanizer - made you go wild after moments of his needy moans. He was butter in your hands, and you were using it to your full advantage, hammering him almost through the thick countertop. But as soon as you could hear the cracks, you pulled him back by his hair until his body was curved, making it easier for you to fuck even deeper.
Until you suddenly felt something strange. A sinking feeling, like someone was watching. You had to be careful. Only two more people lived in the shared apartment, and Ben could be heard moving. So as not to unsettle the pervert, you quickly increased the speed again, making it seem you had no idea someone was watching. You slammed into Johnny even harder, forcing him to moan so beautifully that, for a second, you forgot anyone was watching.
You pulled him flat against you, wrapped your forearm around his neck, and squeezed him. His moans subsided a little as not enough air could reach his lungs. "It's what you wanted. Isn't it? To be put back in your place by your Master… my little bitch.”
You kissed his cheek for the first time, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Johnny blushing even more than he already was. Your other arm wrapped itself around his midsection, just above his rock-hard cock, not touching it because he didn't deserve any relief.
The intensity of those looks increased even more after your lips left Johnny's cheek. At this point, you were already caught the pervert's eyes without him noticing. Jealousy was evident in his warm brown eyes.
It got you smirking in victory. Knowing that the man watching you bang someone else still has feelings for you made you feel warm inside. Now all that was left to do was make sure he would stay that way for a while, hopefully forcing him to slip up sooner than later.
Just thinking about your sweet doctor almost threw you over the edge and fuck Johnny mercilessly. Just seconds before you were about to unload into his perfect little ass, you pulled out. It made your fuck toy whimper with dissatisfaction.
“Stop whining and get on your knees, whore!”
When the stability you had given him was gone, he fell to his knees - too weak and no longer able to support his weight. But you didn't care at that moment. You just grabbed his head and pulled him over your big cock, by his ears.
At first, you moved his head to satisfy yourself, but his mouth was just too good. It was so good, in fact, that you had to lean against the opposite countertop. He eagerly followed your cock without letting it leave his mouth even once. His tongue danced over the veins of your cock and your cock head and even tried to enter the slit.
That was too much for you. You placed both hands on the back of his head and pushed him down on your cock until you could see it bulging in his throat.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You yelled loudly as you came straight down his throat, letting it flow down into his stomach. "Ohhhh... fuck!" you screamed again, quickly pulling your still-hard cock out of his mouth.
“God, your mouth is even better than your sweet ass... shit!” You ruffled his hair, chuckling. "Good boy."
He raised his head in less than a second. He immediately looked straight into your eyes while beaming with happiness. “Thank you, sir!” He said, stuttering. There was a bright smile on his face. 
But you were pissed. Before he could ask what he did wrong, you grabbed him by his hair, held his head, and slapped him so hard that the echo bounced from wall to wall in the hallway, even a few seconds later.
Now his eyes glittered because of the tears welling up in them. 
“Now let’s try again, okay? Because you're apparently so fucking stupid, it's ridiculous. What am I?"
“Si-” When he saw your hand raise again, his eyes widened. “Master. Master!”
A satisfied smile was back on your face, your hand gently stroking his now deeply red cheek with your visible handprint again.
"You learn quickly. At least that's something, considering you're useless in any other way than being my little toy, isn't it?"
Secretly, you were still angry that one of his attacks accidentally almost burned you alive when you were out in the field, which only increased your desire to make him do something he never thought he could or would do.
You grabbed his head up by his hair and pulled his head back as he stood in front of you again, forcing his mouth open with your other hand. You spat straight into his mouth. With gratitude in his eyes, he swallowed your spit without question.
“Now, be a really good boy and listen carefully.” Your hand that had held open his mouth down his back, and in the same movement, two fingers immediately plunged into his wide-open hole. "Now you go to your room, clean yourself from top to bottom, use lotion to make your skin even softer, and I want you to look your best than ever, hairstyle and everything. Then you will put the chastity device on your little cock and put on the harness, got it?”
His eyes widened even more than before, you knew he wasn't ready to become that kind of slut, but you didn't care, he's yours, and he needs to understand that his opinions and feelings are unimportant. But he nodded anyway. 
“I understand, Master.” 
His voice was quiet, but you loved it. You almost could go again, but you barely had the strength to hold yourself back.
Satisfied with his submission, you leaned forward until your lips were almost touching his. You could see the desire in his eyes as you stared at him, aware that a kiss was all he wanted. You used it as much as possible to get everything you wanted.
“And you won’t come at all. You won't touch your little cock at all. The only thing you're allowed to do is clean your dirty whore hole. If you are not pristine, I will punish you severely. Understood?” 
Johnny nodded but remained silent.
Forcing some distance between the two of you again, you grabbed his head with your hand, moved it to his cheek, and slapped it gently. 
"Good boy, now open your mouth." 
As soon as you ordered, Johnny did so. You inserted the two fingers that were in his ass - full of your cum.
Laughing to yourself, you walked away, your hard cock wiggling in front of you, slowly becoming limp.
Johnny was left alone in the kitchen. As he slowly recovered from his high, he realized how dependent he actually was on you. His heart is full of love for you, but he has accepted that he is nothing more than a hole to you. He also knew that he had to keep you happy so that you would stay by his side.
The thought alone was more than enough for Johnny to do anything to keep you. It didn't matter what he needed to do as long as he could feel you.
He walked quickly into his room, aiming for his own bathroom, where he scrubbed his body completely clean. Afterward, he applied lotion to it and let it sink in. It made his body even smoother. Every hair on his body was gone except for the stubble on his face, which you told him you liked several times, turning his boyish charm into something more sexual. But his face also had a lot to do with that.
It took a while, several hours, for the cleaning to be fully completed. But finally finished, he stood before his bed and looked down at the chastity device. He knew you would want the key, which is why he hesitated to put it on.
His eyes wandered to the leather harness he had put on without thinking. Looking in the mirror opposite his bed, he was pleased with himself. He looked good, very good even.
His dick hung down. He touched it and wondered if it was really so small. In comparison to yours? Definitely. But other men? Women did nothing other than moan and scream his name. Just thinking about them made him hard.
At first, he thought nothing of it and even lazily jerked off a little. Until suddenly, a shiver ran down his spine. You could be anywhere if you wanted, and if he was honest, even though he's in love with you, he's afraid of you at the same time. Knowing that he wasn't that important to you and that you could easily get another toy to play with, he stopped his movements, turned around, and picked up the chastity device. With one last look in the mirror, his cock exposed, he wrapped the device around himself.
After that, he couldn't look in the mirror anymore. His gaze fell over the cage he now wore. It would take a while for him to accept his new reality, but if it meant keeping you to himself, he would live with it.
Just as the sun began to set, Johnny finally left his room, a robe hiding his nakedness from prying eyes. He went straight to your room and knocked. There was no sound coming from your room. You didn't ask him to come in or anything like that. But as he pushed down your doorknob, it opened slightly.
Confused and surprised, he watched as the door opened completely. When he looked inside, he couldn't see you. He walked into your room. After all, you had asked him hours before to be ready for you, which made him think you had left your door open for him.
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After getting Johnny back into his place in the kitchen, you went to the gym, a public one. You never like to workout alone - sometimes it's necessary due to your powers - so you try to do your usual workouts in public gyms. Which sometimes even led to hot, steamy encounters in the shower. Johnny's ass is tight, tighter than any you've ever had, but to take a little more pressure off your balls, all you need is a good-looking fitness guy.
During your intense workout that made some of the most muscular guys blush with embarrassment, you suddenly felt like something was wrong. You tried to push the feeling away until you couldn't anymore.
You threw down the two hundred kilograms in your hands. So you picked up your towel and water bottle, anger radiating through you, not knowing why you walked out without showering first.
You walked out of the gym with all your stuff, strolled around a corner, and suddenly, you disappeared and reappeared in your shared apartment with the rest of your team.
As soon as you entered, you sensed that something was wrong - something was terribly wrong. You tripped over your feet as you ran. Quickly, you moved through the apartment. Going from room to room, opening every door you could find. That was until there was a noise behind you - just a few steps away - from behind a door you didn't open as it was locked, as always.
Emotions raced through your body, fear pounding through your heart at who it could be, anger that someone dared go in there, and madness at what that person could find.
Without thinking twice, you pushed your bedroom door open so hard that you slammed it against the wall, causing the handle to dig into the stone, rendering it useless until you pulled it back out.
Your eyes looked over your room. Nothing strange on the right, just your video game consoles, your PC, and all that good stuff. But when your gaze wandered to the left side, where your large bed was, your blood started to boil. Heat rushed through you like a vulcan.
“Get up!” you ordered Johnny, the anger evident not only on your face but also in your voice that boomed through the room.
Johnny was startled by your loud, demanding voice. He jumped off the bed and almost jumped into your arms. You forcefully grabbed his jaw and forced him to look up at you.
“Did I allow you to enter my room?” You looked threateningly at him, bloodlust evident in your eyes – something you had developed recently towards him since he accidentally attacked you on that one mission.
"No, I- Your door- it was open and I just thought-“
His difficulty forming a simple sentence annoys you even more. So much so that out of a reflex, your hand shot forward, grasping his throat. Johnny had to look down to meet your eyes for the first time.
“My door is never open!” You told him aggressively.
"I- I thought- thought- the same thing, but-" Now it was thanks to your hand that only a few words came out of his constricted throat. 
You didn't believe a word he said. Most of the time, he just rails you up so you would punish him or simply fuck him stupid. But a few times, he does it to challenge you. He still had that idea that one day he might actually beat you, only to be thoroughly humiliated by you.
Both ideas made you even angrier, but eventually, you just let him fall to the ground. You didn’t even realize how long you had been depriving him of oxygen. Not until Johnny fell to the ground, like a sack of potatoes gasping for air.
“For once in your miserable life, make yourself useful and suck my cock. You can at least try to make me forgive you for this breach of trust!”
Johnny was too preoccupied with panting and gasping for air, so you took matters into your own hands by grabbing the back of his head and placing his mouth on your clothed cock.
“Stop being such a pussy,” you rolled your eyes in annoyance, disgusted by this display of weakness, “and open your mouth. I’m not going to make it easy for you, bitch!”
And as you told him, you pushed his mouth even closer to your hardening cock.
“Open up!” you hissed angrily. Finally, Johnny slowly opened his mouth. You quickly pushed his open mouth over your hardening dick. “Fuck, wider!” And he did. Groaning in satisfaction, you moved his head to the prominent bulge in your short gray sweatpants. “Want to taste my sweaty cock, boy?”
He was older than you, but you realized early on that it was the only right thing to say to a pathetic guy like him. That question alone was stupid, and you knew it. Of course, he loved it, like all the other straight guys before and during the time you used him.
"As soon as a real man comes along with a real monster cock, all your pathetic 'alpha males' womanizers by day turn into such eager cock sluts by night. It's just pathetic!" You mocked his former lifestyle with a big grin on your face. After all, you knew well that you ruined him for anyone else. He could never fuck a woman without having your cock on his mind and feeling inadequate.
Soon you pulled your cock out and stuffed his face full of it, not caring as he choked on it. You just kept pushing it in while holding his head in place until his gag reflex went away again. At this point, you've done it to him so many times that his body no longer reacts as aggressively as it did the first couple dozen times.
Your already sweaty body glistened with new beads of sweat as you pounded his head vigorously with your eyes closed, bathing in the excitement of the moment.
It was almost impossible to notice, perhaps because you were drunk with lust, but you saw something strange out of the corner of your eye as you opened them slightly. Out there in front of your open door, barely poking above the doorframe, you could see a pair of eyes staring at you and Johnny. The same eyes you've seen many times before when you fucked Johnny or someone else. Aside from those eyes, only a small piece of forehead was visible, making it impossible to be Ben. His boulder head, is far too prominent.
You have not faced those eyes or done anything to indicate that you have seen them. Instead, as planned, you turned Johnny around so that he was lying on his stomach, his face pressed deep into your mattress.
“I have to punish you because you just don’t seem to be learning,” you whispered in your toy’s ear.
With barely enough energy, he successfully turned his head, mouth still wide open.
"What do you mean?" he asked with fear in his eyes.
A rare smile appeared on your face. You gently caressed his cheek and dipped your thumb into his mouth, only to coat his lips with his own spit. But instead of answering him, you forced his head back into your mattress.
You told him to lie there and not move. He did it out of fear of you, not wanting to upset you any more than he already had. He could hear you rummaging around your room. It wasn't what he thought, though. You were making all those noises to make him suffer without being able to run or talk. You tried to pique his curiosity. You wanted him to move so you could punish him even harder.
Minutes later, while he was wiggling around, you finally came back to him and touched his shoulder, telling him silently to stay still. He immediately stiffened.
"I'm going to take off your robe now." Before you had finished your sentence, your hands were already on his robe, slowly pulling it off his perfectly smooth, hairless body.
As soon as the leather harness became visible, your mouth started watering. 
“That’s exactly what I needed!” You moan loudly. Johnny grinned to himself when he heard the satisfaction in your voice.
But then it happened for the first time. A burning sensation ran through Johnny as he turned around in shock. He saw your grinning face, but your eyes were cast down. As he followed them, he realized the reason for this strange burning sensation: on his peachy ass, he could see a red, painful mark in the shape of your hand.
“Put your damn head back down!” you bellowed, scaring poor Johnny. With his head back where you wanted it, you found yourself staring at that delicious, toned, muscular body again. The leather showed off his muscles even more than before. Something you always missed about your handsome doctor was just that. submissivity.
Gently, your fingers followed his spine down to the leather belt of the chastity belt. There, you dig your fingers a little into his flesh so that they can get under the belt. With a swift motion, you pulled him a little closer to you. Eager to please you, he followed your movements instantaneously. But instead of having him on all fours like Johnny thought, you pushed him back down again.
“You’re too eager to please, boy. One of the reasons you’re just a pathetic little toy to me.”
The words echoed in Johnny's head. Everything else fell silent afterward, a humming drowning out every other sound. For a short moment, he even felt like he was leaving his body.
A snort from you was the first thing he heard again. With a sudden burst of anger, disappointment, and pain, he tried to move, to punch you in your 'stupidly handsome fucking face,' but he was unable to do so. His attempts to squirm free were unsuccessful.
"Stop moving so much. Otherwise, the next part of your punishment will be much harder than necessary!" you whispered darkly in his ear, sending another cold shiver down his spine.
Somehow, he found a way to look behind him while you distanced yourself from him. With horror in his eyes, he saw the paddle in your hand, and as soon as your eyes met his, he tried to get away again. But his bonds held him tightly.
It had only taken you that brief moment of him being far away in his mind to put handcuffs around his hands and tie them to his harness and chastity belt.
Without a word, the first collision of leather and skin was heard in the room and the adjacent hallway, echoing through most of the large apartment. It wasn't the place for such acts, but you had to get the spy's fascination to catch him.
Johnny tried to stay strong to impress you. But when the leather paddle with the wood inside landed on his skin for the third time, he screamed, a scream of pleasure and pain - something he never thought he would experience with you.
The fourth, fifth, sixth hit, and so on gave you the same honey-like sound you relish like nothing else. His skin was already red. When you touched it after the tenth time, the skin was already heated, but it wasn't enough for you.
There was only one thing you could do to satisfy your needs. Give Johnny another ten blows with the paddle across his deliciously red skin.
The eyes from the open bedroom door became more intense the more you spanked Johnny with the leather paddle, at least for a bit. But after a while, the intensity weakened.
So you had to do something else, so you threw the paddle away and pulled Johnny up in the same motion. His heated ass cheeks burned against your thigh. But you didn't leave it at that. You grabbed him hard by his hair and pulled his upper body backward. With his head resting on your shoulder, you place your other hand on his stomach and press him fully against your body.
Holding him there, you rested your chin on his shoulder. You moved your big cock lazily between his asscheeks that glowed like rubies.
“God, your ass is so fucking smooth and hot.” You moan lowly into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. It elicited a moan from his throat, so deep and lustful that you wanted to ravage him then and there. You could only barely stop yourself from doing so.
“You know you're my favorite toy, right?” Suddenly, your voice was so soft that Johnny melted into your touch again. Just as gently, you stroked his cheek down to his neck, but suddenly, your hand touched the underside of his chin, gripping it rather forcefully. Slowly but not carefully, you forced him to look to the side so you could stare down into his pretty blue eye. “So pretty and all mine, isn’t that right?”
For a while, Johnny hadn't said or done anything. His mind was fuzzy, and his body was too weak to contain his feelings for you anymore. It wasn't until you gently slapped him that he returned from his dreamland.
“I’m all yours, sir.”
“You finally understood when to call me what. Interesting.” You licked your lips, feeling how dry they had become, as you still stared open-mouthed at Johnny’s blissfully contorted face.
Something had clicked in your head. Only for you to lean forward and kiss the tempting lips before you for the first time, you could tell that Johnny was more than surprised to feel your warm, wet lips on his own. Feeling his shocked eyes on you during the kiss you gave him with your eyes closed - as it should be - was more than enough satisfaction for you at that moment.
You opened your left eye a little for half a second. Seeing the burning anger in the spy's eyes only added to your satisfaction. Before anyone could notice what was happening, you were gone. 
As you stood in Reed's room, you saw his body, with his pants at his ankles and his hand furiously jerking himself off. His rather sizable cock twitched under his warm touch.
As you grinned down at his body, with his head out of the open door, you felt even more satisfaction knowing that you were irresistible to the older doctor. You slowly touch his shoulder with your left and let it slide down his bare skin down to his crotch while you massage his lean body with your other hand.
How he didn't immediately notice that something was going on was above you, but you were having fun until it would finally happen. You grasped his hand with your larger hand, effectively helping the doctor jerk off.
The man had never moved so quickly before. He pulled his head back at tremendous speed. Your grin never faded. From where you stood, you could see and hear him gulp loudly before finally turning towards you.
“Hey, doctor. Did you like the show?” you asked him teasingly. To your dismay, he tried to look away in shame. But you didn't let that happen. You grabbed his head and forced him to look at you. “Don’t you fucking dare look away from me!” You growled at him. He looked up at you in disbelief. “I’ve had it with you! You won't kneel for me? Okay, but then don’t fucking spy on me if I have someone who does it in your stead!”
A second later, the two of you were in your bedroom. Johnny was still lying on his stomach, head tilted to the side, waiting for you.
“What a good boy!” you said softly.
Your voice made Johnny look over to you. His smile faded as he saw Dr. Richards at your side. He struggled to his feet, trying to hide his beautiful naked body.
“Lie back down!” You ordered him. Without protesting, Johnny did as he was told.
You looked back at Reed with a superior grin. “I know how much you’ve always wanted his beautiful, smooth body. But it wasn't you who tamed him, but me.”
His head was red with embarrassment. How you could find out that he had always longed for Johnny, even when his late wife was still alive, was a mystery to him. The only thing worse was that you had Johnny and not him and that Johnny had you and not him. He always wanted both you and Johnny for himself. Now, he was on the outside, and his two crushes were intimate with each other.
But what could he have done? He wanted to have you on your knees and pleasure him, but he knew you would never do such a thing. He didn't know back then. He thought you would come around and see that he deserved to be worshipped and you should be his loyal follower, but when the rumor reached him that you were a steel top, never even letting anyone near your behind, he had to distance himself from you.
“Sit down, Reed. You’ll watch me destroy my little toy, and after I pump my cum into his holes, we can speak further.”
In a daze, he did as you told him. Not for reasons of superiority, at least that's what he told himself, but because you knew the truth. When he sat down, his hands were already around his cock again, tugging away furiously.
“Oh, and you won’t touch your cock!” You told him warningly. His hands were immediately on the arms of his chair. "Good boy."
When Reed heard this nickname, which was condescending to him, he slowly came to his senses and realized what was happening. The humiliation he felt increased when he realized he enjoyed being bossed around by you. It destroyed the image he had of himself. His eyes fell on his aching cock, which was now twitching even worse from just your order.
With a smug smile, you didn't take your eyes off Reed as you effortlessly plunged your massive cock into Johnny's loose hole. You showed just a second of joy, with your eyes slightly closed, a happy smile on your face as your head fell back into your neck. But after that second, your smug smile reappeared, but you kept your head at that angle and turned to look at Reed again.
Dr. Richards was harder than he had ever been in his life. A thick vein pulsed on the side of his cock. It fascinated you, but you still smugly told yourself Reed was smaller than you in length and girth.
With your arms behind your head, you sloppily fucked your little toy, not really caring how he felt about it. But his soft moans and pitiful gasps were all you needed to know.
“You want to see me destroy him?” You asked Reed, your voice dripping with arrogance.
Even though Reed nodded his head, you didn't change anything. Disappointed, the doctor almost burst into tears of frustration because you hadn't done what he wanted to see.
“Come on, Reed. I want to hear it.” You teased him further. Your smug smile grew even wider.
“What do you mean?” he asked you, barely able to speak because of a lump in his throat.
You could only scoff and wonder how dense a man with an intelligence like his could be.
"Call me what you've always wanted to call me." A panicked look crossed Reed's face. "The name you call me in your dirty dreams!"
Without touching himself, Reed suddenly came like a fountain, painting his slender body with his own cum. It was just too much for him. He gasped, his muscles gave out, and his eyes rolled back into his head.
“Open your eyes, little bitch!” Reed, even though he had just cum, forced himself to get himself back together. “Good. If you cum again without my permission, I will punish you too, understood?”
“Yes, sir!” he murmured quietly, not realizing what he was saying.
But you heard it, and it made you grin because it made it official that you were superior to the other man who considered himself a dominant top.
As soon as you heard the title, you knew you would force Reed to call you by it forever. Railed up by the situation, you grabbed Johnny's muscular waist with both hands and rammed into him like a wild bull, making your toy scream in pleasurable agony. You pulled him off your cock until your cockhead was visible. Before you could feel the cold air on it, you fucked back into him. This made Johnny moan like a bitch in heat.
For a while, you were using Johnny as your personal fleshlight, but when you suddenly move a little, your cheap little whore screams and cums without your permission.
“You stupid bitch!” you shouted, your voice full of anger as your foot stomped angrily on his head. “Can’t even contain the pathetic lust inside you!”
Pulling on the leather harness with one hand while still pinning him with your foot on his head, you fucked him so hard that his eyes rolled back in his head. At this point, you were panting and had to keep from cumming yourself.
Even though you really didn't want to, you slowly pulled out of his burning wet hole. His hole glistened in the light of your precum, begging for you to fuck him. Johnny even went as far as to squeeze it to make it more tempting, but you weren't done with his punishment yet.
You stood upright between your toy's spread legs and told Reed to come closer, and when he came within reach, you grabbed his shoulder and placed his left hand on Johnny's perfect round ass.
In your dizzy state, you teleported all three of you to a place you kept hidden from everyone, even those lucky enough to be taken there by you.
Your blue room: Your playroom, with everything your dirty heart desires. Even though you call it one room, it is actually multiple rooms.
Once you get there, you let go of the other two. You could tell Reed was dizzy. He leaned forward, almost showing you the meal he had eaten not an hour before. 
All the while, Johnny fell to the ground with a loud thud that made you cringe and smile simultaneously.
“Reed, pull yourself together.” Grumbling, the man straightened his back again. “Pick Johnny off the floor and put him on the bed!”
"Yes, sir!" he murmured as quietly as he could. The fact that he would be so easy to take down left you unsatisfied. You wanted to slowly dismantle him piece by piece and then rebuild him like you wanted him to be, as you did with Johnny. But someone else did it before you, which upset you a little.
Reed just stood before Johnny, obviously not knowing how to touch Johnny, which is why you had to do it yourself. You grabbed him by his leather harness and pulled him up effortlessly while Johnny could only groan slightly in discomfort. You walked around the bed and threw him carelessly onto it, but when he landed face up, you groaned in annoyance. Only for a second, though, because when you saw his drunken, lustful face with his tongue sticking out and even a little saliva dripping from it, you let your anger disappear and replace it with untold amounts of lust of your own.
“Turn him over and place all the handcuffs around his limbs. I’ll get the equipment!”
Although you could see the confusion on Reed's face, you ignored him just before heading to a hidden door. When you come back into the room, you roll a cart with lots of different tools laid out, hung, or somewhere in between so you can choose.
"Long or short whip?" You asked the other man, deep in thought. You wanted to whip Johnny as hard as possible with the long whip to reach a larger area. But the long whip was hard to handle, so maybe the short whip would be better for Reed's first time. Before the other man could answer, you had already given him the short whip. "I don't think you've ever used one of these, so let's start smaller."
Looking down at his still-open cock and then at yours, Reed immediately understood the backhanded comment.
Seeing the angry look in his eyes, you warned him not to try to attack you because of his bruised ego if he didn't want to suffer more punishment, maybe even similar to what Johnny was going through now.
He swallowed hard and let the whip down a little. As his mind became clear again, his position began to falter again. He was inferior to you in every way, and he knew it. He had even given you his pride, so why was he so angry? Maybe it was because he's a man, a stud no less, as many women assured him, and not like Johnny, a mindless slut who will do anything to be satisfied by a big cock.
And yet, every time he looked over at your monster, he felt a tingling sensation in a place he didn't even know he could feel something like that.
He pushed those wishes and thoughts aside and positioned himself behind Johnny, who was already prepared by your big cock. Johnny lay on a cube, but only with his stomach and chest, while his head had to be held up using his own strength. His ass was visible - his wide open, gaping hole, still wet with your precum, trying to tempt the doctor now. 
“Don’t even think about his hole. Maybe I'll let you fuck him later, but only if you were a good boy.“ You move behind Dr. Richards. He immediately froze, not daring to move a single muscle as you wrapped an arm around his chest while, with your other hand, you grabbed his arm that held the whip, your lips slightly higher than his ears. “Can you be that for me, Reed? A good boy?”
"Yes-Yes, sir!" Reed said suddenly, breaking another part of his pride.
“What?“
“I-I can be a good boy for you, sir,” he told you, quieter this time, not yet ready to fully accept his sudden devotion to you. But deep down, he knew that this was all he ever wanted to do. Since the day you've tried to pop his cherry, to ravage him and making him scream your name into a dark, silent night. But he wasn't willing to show you his weak side because he always thought that wasn't what he was supposed to be.
You guided his hand and hit Johnny with Reed's hand first while the man was still deep in thought. The sound of the leather hitting Johnny's skin snapped him out of his head. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the deep red stripe across his gorgeous reddish ass. 
“It's delicious, isn't it? The sound of Johnny trying to suppress a scream of pleasured pain and the red streak shows off his ass even more.” 
Before Reed could react, you guided his arm again and whipped Johnny a second time, a third, and a fourth time. Never in the same place because you didn't want to break his skin. You perfectly hit always go either over or under the other streaks, giving the impression that you've paddled Johnny instead of whipping his lovely butt.
While guiding Reed's hand, you lazily moved your massive cock up and down between his ass cheeks, smearing it with your precum. At some point, you bit his shoulder because of the extreme desire that had built up inside you. Reed, to your shock, moaned in absolute ecstasy.
"You're not much of a top after all, are you?" You chuckled darkly in his ear. The hand that had guided his hand was now on the lower part of his stomach. "Imagine how nice it would feel for me if I could feel my cock right here like I do with my toy over there."
Despite all the lust growing within you and Reed, the older man was able to break free from you. Shock was visible on your face for the first time as you looked into his eyes.
“I’m not a slut like him!” he expressed with much conviction.
However, all you could do was smile. You took a step forward, and he took a step back. This continued until the bed was at the back of his knees. When he felt it, he was so shocked that he fell onto it. You place your hand gently under his chin, forcing him to look back up at you and not stare at your hard monster in front of him.
"Of course, you're not a slut like my toy because you're so much more to me." You caress his cheek, leaning down and kissing him softly, biting his bottom lip and tugging it gently as you straighten your back.
Smugly grinning down, you saw now absolute devotion in his eyes. 
„Now open your pretty mouth. I don't want to hurt my toy by going back in dry.“ 
Holding your massive cock in your right hand, you brought it up to his lips, his eyes still looking into yours. With your left hand on the back of his head, you pushed his head closer. Automatically his lips opened just a little bit, enough for your cockhead to get in. But even this was already too much for him, as you could feel his teeth scraping over your sensitive head. 
Instead of pain, it send a rush of excitement down your spine, knowing you were big enough to fill this man's big mouth out. Neither of you broke eye contact as you slowly used his mouth for your own pleasure.
Even after minutes, you could hardly get more than the glans in. You started getting impatient and tried to force more into his mouth, but you couldn't. His gag reflex was just too strong.
“Fuck, you’re useless!” Hard you pulled his head from your cock and pushed him away. 
You climbed over the bed to Johnny's head and shoved your cock in just as hard. As you felt his mouth around your cock and, shortly after, the root against his face, you were in heaven. “God, yes, that’s the shit!” You moaned loudly.
You soon pulled out of Johnny's warm mouth and moved to his ass, where Reed was still sitting on the bed, wide-eyed.
"If you're going to sit there like a pathetic little cuck, pay close attention to how you fuck someone!" A mischievous grin on your face as Reed's face reddened immensely.
In one singular, quick movement, your massive cock disappeared into Johnny's eager, loose hole. Your toy moaned deeply, causing you to give him a nice slap on the back of the head, only for you to grab him by the hair and pull him up, making him groan in slight pain. Your other hand quickly moved to his throat, almost entirely encircling it, but because that wasn't enough, you had to let go of his head to wrap it around his neck as well. Fully enclosed, you pulled him further back, flat against your own hard body. You not only had control over the speed at which you effortlessly returned him to his empty state of mind, but you also had his life in your hands with your hands squeezing his throat.
“You would look perfect with a choke collar so I could choke you whenever I want. That should be your main thought, shouldn’t it?”
Johnny could only nod, almost completely gone. He didn't have to speak or even try to. You could feel it in the way his hole tried to clench around your cock, but also because of his special spot that you intentionally penetrated whenever you pulled out and pushed in again.
As you lazily fucked into your lovely, wet toy, Reed's eyes were glued to the point where the two of you collided. Looking over at him, you winked, only for you to suddenly start to fuck your toy like a machine. You rammed into him like there was no tomorrow. For minutes you fucked like this. You just wanted to finally cum and start the next phase of your plan.
Feeling your balls tighten, you prepared yourself for the orgasm of your life as beads of sweat streamed down your face. All too suddenly, as you prepared, your body couldn't take it anymore. Pumping like a fountain, you filled the delicious hole around your hard cock. Your lips between your teeth, you tried to stifle your moans even though your eyes were already rolled back in your head, only for it to escape muffled and broken.
It took a while before your body stopped spasming, but as it did, you fell onto Johnny’s back, and with him together, you fell to the bed, almost entirely hiding the once exceedingly muscular man. He was still muscular but not as big anymore, but still nicely tight and juicy.
Still breathing heavily, your eyes slowly wander to the first man you wanted in your bed. “Reed, come over here!” You ordered him.
For a moment, nothing happened. Your eyes were on the doctor the whole time. In his eyes, resistance. You mockingly straighten your back and painfully slowly pull your big cock out of the loose hole. Johnny moaned so deliciously. But as soon as your cock was out, he started whining like the slut he had become, thanks to your guiding hand.
You slid off the bed and stood strong and tall in front of the doctor. His eyes focused on both the giant cock hanging between your legs and your cum flowing out of Johnny's tight little ass.
As you walked around the chair Reed sat in, you crouched behind him. One of your arms wrapped around his neck.
“I’m sure Johnny would love it if a talented tongue fucked his ass and helped him get all the fluid out of him,” you whispered softly in his ear, sending shivers down his body, “And if Johnny is happy with you, I’m sure he’d love another cock in him too.”
It didn't take long to feel the resolve breaking in the handsome older doctor. But when he got up, you had to stop him from falling back and even help him walk over. All that confidence he showed before was gone. He was butter in your hands.
Not so secretly, you felt his ass up, groaning internally, only wanting to show him that the two of you could have been a couple all along by showing that you were the man from the start. But you had to be careful not to overwhelm him.
But to your utter surprise, he was already spreading Johnny's butt cheeks as his hands touched the soft bed, giving you a pang of jealousy. You watch with fiery rage as Reed dives in without a second thought, licking Johnny's loose hole and fucking him with his long tongue. But worse? It sounded like his tongue was more talented than yours because Johnny almost screamed with overwhelming arousal. You watch, steaming with anger, standing next to it. The only reassurance was Johnny moaning your name, but that didn't help much.
It was hard to contain your anger because you didn't want to let Reed slip through your hands again.
So you watched Johnny lose his mind as Reed fucked his smooth ass with his long, pointy tongue. Again and again. Realizing that Reed's face and mouth were filled with your potent cum, pure satisfaction came over you, so hard that it was almost too much for you.
It brought a sly smile to your face and new blood pressure to your cock. It wasn't the scene itself, though. You had long since lost the ability to appreciate other people having sex. For this reason, you take every opportunity to empty your balls several times a day, and because, since you got your powers, you produce cum at an extreme level, so much so that you would probably never run out, even if you fuck a hundred holes a day.
You were only absent for a moment, but when you returned, Reed already had his cock between Johhny's cheeks. He moved his cock back and forth in between them as his precum smeared his already wet hole.
You gently place one of your large hands on the doctor's ass and lean against him.
“I allow you to fuck him.”
As you told him this, he stared deeply into your eyes, and without looking down, he slid into the ass in front of him - Johnny's hole was loose enough - but to Reed's surprise, he fell onto the younger man's back as his cock completely disappeared into his hole with ease. 
“Fuck!“ Reed moans loudly.
“I have never heard such dirty words from you. I like it!” you whispered seductively. You were so close to him, one of your knees on the bed between his legs, as you leaned down to his ear. 
Meanwhile, with the hand still on his ass, you began kneading it more and more aggressively, sending immense pleasure through you.
Reed was so overwhelmed that he didn't move since his cock disappeared into Johnny's ass.
“Come on, fuck him before the bitch starts whining again!”
It was hard for the older doctor to push himself up or move, but with a little help from you, he got to a point where he could slowly fuck the hole that seemed to be aggressively sucking him in.
His slow movements quickly became faster and harder. You knew this was the right moment to do what you had planned. As you whisper encouraging words in the doctor's ear, you also slide your other hand down his muscular back, down to his butt, and even through his crack.
Reed shuddered under your touch and immediately turned his head towards you.
“Shhh... shhh... shhh, everything is fine. You finally put your cock in Johnny's sweet hole, remember? We both know how much you wanted to fuck him even when you were married to his sister, so enjoy it now, okay?”
It wasn't a question. But he still wanted to argue. So you had no choice. You took both hands from his ass, cupped his face, and kissed him. Not just any kiss, but one that undoubtedly showed him who was in charge in this relationship.
When you parted, you could see Reed's eyes unfocused, drunk with all the pleasure he was feeling, almost as helpless as Johnny whenever he saw you.
“Now enjoy your victory,” you said to him.
He finally let himself do what he always wanted without any further inhibitions. He began to brutally fuck the young man, finally receiving the loud moans he had always dreamed of.
But you? You became angrier than ever when you heard Johnny moaning for anyone but you, even if it was your name that fell from his sinful lips. Even though that was always your plan, you couldn't stop yourself from getting furious.
So after you pulled Reed into another kiss, this time he had a submissive attitude towards you, which tempered your pride a bit. Not enough to dissuade you from your new plan, though.
The kiss only lasted a moment before you pushed his face forward again.
Immediately after, you trailed kisses from his neck to his ribs, down to the mountain of an ass he had hidden for so long. You couldn't resist any longer and bit into the smooth, warm flesh. A sudden loud moan erupted from the endless groans coming from Reed's soft lips.
You took it as an invitation. You dove in nose first and licked his sweet, tight hole with your big tongue. But what shocked you was that it was sparkling clean. There wasn't even the slightest smell of anything unpleasant. Did he wash there? Did he go further? You would only find out if you go deeper.
You did this by pushing the tip of your tongue through the confinement. Not only did it feel washed, but it also tasted sweet. Either he planned this, or he's just a clean freak. The latter felt more like Reed.
Soon you pulled the tip back out and marveled at the roundness of the ass you had wanted to fuck for years. You can finally break him down, showing him where he truly belongs, and this time, you won't let him get away! Even if he started fighting, it would be too late by now.
As you slapped his ass cheeks pretty hard, he groaned loudly and pushed himself deeper into your toy. Johnny, by extension, also moaned louder as Reed's cock plunged deeper into his bowels, molted by your massive cock.
You enjoyed kneading his ass since it was big, he obviously, he had been training it for a while.
Your eyes never left his hole. You massaged it with your thumb, trying to get in, but he was too tight. You didn't have the patience to open it slowly. Anger still boiling in your stomach.
But you didn't want to break him either because he needed to enjoy his first time and remember who had taken away his last innocence. He had to become addicted to your touch, and by God, you will do whatever it takes to force him to worship you.
Even though your anger was dangerously close to wanting to kill the entire city, you went back in, tongued his hole, licking it and plunging deeper and deeper into him, lubricating it until you could finally push your index finger slowly in. As soon as the tip of your finger released the tightness, an airy moan escaped Reed's open mouth. You began to watch his face as he looked back, his eyes shining.
One of his hands ran through your hair, holding you lightly in place and wordlessly telling you not to stop. You grinned widely, knowing you had him where you wanted him.
You stuck a second finger in him and a third a few minutes later, searching for something with your middle finger, and soon you found what you were looking for. With a few masterful thrusts of your finger against his prostate and a few strokes of his cock inside Johnny, Reed poured his seed into Johnny, moaning like a slut. His hole was shaking, as was his whole body.
Seeing him completely fall apart, falling onto Johnny's back, made your cock hard like never before.
Before you knew it, you had jumped up and positioned yourself over Reed, who was still trying to catch his breath with your cock in your hand. You couldn't hold back any longer. You had your first taste of him. And now you need to have the whole meal before you go insane!
Without a second thought, you held your cock head against his too-tight hole. He wasn't properly prepared, but you didn't care. After all, he needed to be punished after you had to work so hard to get him into your bed!
You placed one of your hands on his back and pushed him and Johnny harder into the bed. So he couldn't escape when you finally broke him in.
You slide your cock head over his hole a few times, smearing your pre-cum over it, hopefully making it a little more slippery.
You gripped your cock tighter and pressed it harder against Reed's tightness. But you didn't break through. Annoyed by the situation, you applied even more pressure. You didn't even care about the strange noises coming from Reed. His face was hidden by Johnny's back anyway.
You pressed and pressed, but the first ring wasn't budging. Your tip was seemingly just too large. Stopping your aggressive attempts to break him in, you leaned back for a second, thinking of another way to get what you wanted. Only to suddenly lose your balance and barely be able to hold yourself upward by putting your other hand on Reed's back before crashing onto it.
Confused, you looked around for the reason for your sudden movement. You didn't even realize your tip had broken through Reed's rings of muscle, opening up a new world and meaning of tightness. But how could it be that you didn't feel it right away? Now that you were aware of it, you could feel the extreme tightness and heat, but it should have invaded your mind and rendered you unable to think clearly.
All thoughts vanished from your mind as you could feel Reed's heat sucking you in deeper. “Fuck it,” you thought to yourself as you violently bottomed out.
With your entire massive cock now buried deep in Reed's ass, you had to stop for a second and calm yourself from immediately cumming deep into his bowels. But his obscene moans made it almost impossible for you. You've never broken into such a tight hole before. Not even Johnny's, since you prepared him well.
The thing was, though, Reed apparently loved it too because there wasn't the slightest discomfort in his moans, just pure pleasure.
You exhaled sharply, the air tickling Reed’s skin. It elicited another moan from him.
As you looked down at the slutty, moaning doctor, you couldn't take it anymore. With aggressive thrusts, you pull your cock almost all the way out and ram it back in even harder. Their smooth, rough rhythm, which seemed endless, was so fast that you wondered how you kept it up for even a minute.
You started fucking him like a beast, getting more brutal with every passing moment. Both of your hands dug deep into his waist as you held him right there. His entire upper body swayed in all directions. Whenever you saw his face, it was relaxed, his eyes glossy with passion.
He looked almost as good as Johnny. But somehow, the magical feeling you once had was no longer there. The thrill of dating another man similar to you was gone now that Reed was broken, shaking, and drooling under your statue, impaled by your dominating cock.
That doesn't mean you hated it. It was all different now. Almost the way you felt with Johnny. Like he became your toy. Your toy. But Johnny was already your boy, your stress reliever. You would protect him from everything and everyone. But what exactly would Reed be?
You didn't have to think about it for long. You felt the same way about Reed. After all, his previous strong, dominant exterior had crumbled, revealing what he always was: a slut. A hole only you can use!
Your body became damp because you couldn't stop fucking the man you always wanted to be with. And now he wasn't the only one.
When you think of Johnny, your eyes suddenly dart over to him. His eyes were barely open, a wide grin on his face. You pulled one of your hands away from Reed's waist and gently caressed Johnny's cheek. He immediately went into the warm, familiar touch. It made your heart beat faster.
Suddenly the image of Johnny and Reed kneeling side by side in front of you, wearing jockstraps and enjoying the taste of your cock, came to mind.
That was too much for you. With an animalistic groan, you cummed into Reed's bowels. Pump after pump, you shot into him, marking him as yours, just as it always should have been.
Out of sheer exhaustion, you fell onto his back and pushed Johnny even deeper into the mattress than he already was.
“Shit!” you muttered, excited for what the future would bring you. After all, you already have two sluts who will surely do anything to get your attention.
Reed and you were breathing heavily. The whole time, Johnny just smiled. When you placed your hand between Johnny and Reed, exhausted but curious, all you could feel was hot cum between them. You must have pulled Reed's cock out of Johnny's wide-open hole, and he came again.
You chuckled and pushed yourself off Reed, almost crawling out of bed because the exhaustion was deep in your bones. You stretched a little while standing. Prepare to teleport all three of you back to your apartment.
That was until a sudden dizziness hit you, and you swayed from side to side.
“Shit,” you mutter under your breath, “Not now!”
But before you could even try to steady yourself, you fell to the ground, the world spinning faster and faster until you fell unconscious.
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Y/N looked around the room in confusion as he was disoriented. He glanced to the left and saw his fellow teammate and friend: Spiderman. Along with five other people he didn't recognize, but one of them looked vaguely like Steve, only with a buzzed head and dressed in a blue suit with the number 4 on it. "What happened?"
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"Hey! Don't wrinkle the rocks, ya little brat." The creature of rocks sent Y/N flying back with a powerful throw, knocking the young Avenger into a wall. Y/N shook his head as he recovered before looking at the Thing or whatever it was called and blasted it with a hex bolt.
The rock creature went sailing back with an audible "oof." The guy who looked like Steve glared at Y/N. "Bad move, Kid. That's my friend you just messed with. Flame on!" The Steve look-alike erupted in flames as they licked all around his body until he was covered in flames head to toe. He flew into the air.
He flew towards Y/N as another member of their team stretched his body out to ridiculous proportions and stretched after him. "No, Johnny! Stop!" Y/N flew at Steve's doppelgänger, dodging fire attacks as he sent his own blasts at Johnny, but before either of them could strike again, Peter's webs shot out and encased Johnny in their silky threads.
"Hey!"
"Hold on, hothead." Peter said.
The stretchy man caught Johnny in his arms and safely put him on the ground. "Reed! Let me outta this!"
"Everyone calm down." A woman with dark skin and white hair said. She had x symbols on the front of her shoulders.
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'Phantom Pleasure' Masterlist
Johnny Storm x ghost!Reader
When playboy Johnny finds out his new home is haunted, he's half-scared, half-intrigued. You laugh at his jokes and put up with his awful behavior, but since you can't leave, that shouldn't surprise him. After a while, Johnny needs more. He needs to see you, and he needs to know how you died, who you were, and why you're there. How can he get answers if you don't remember? How can he be with you if you still don't exist?
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Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Angst ⛈ || Fluff 🌼 || Dark Fic 🌘
Warnings listed at the beginning of each part. Please read all warnings carefully and do not read if those subjects upset you.
Land-Locked Air-Tight Well-Suited
Based on this concept/ask.
Drabbles: Heat Tank (Johnny gets to kiss you for the first time)
[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]
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Carpe Noctem 4
Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulatin, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)
Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.
Part of The Club AU
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Sundays feel like you have a second job as you tend to everything that’s been neglected during the week. Switching to alpha shift is always hardest as he resets his clock to be at the station by five in the morning. You pity him, your shifts are early but steady; the weeks don’t differ even if your job presents new experiences daily.
Once the apartment is clean you start on dinner, packing some leftovers for his lunch and prepping breakfast for the morning. When that’s done and you’ve eaten, it’s almost time to go to bed. Johnny’s in the shower and you’ll have one of your own after. As you wait, you scroll on your phone.
A puff of steam precedes him as the click of the door draws your attention. He enters with only a towel on, a trickle of water on his abs. You smile at him over the top of your phone.
“Oh, who’s got you so bubbly?” He challenges as he goes to his dresser and pulls out a pair of boxers.
“You,” you say as you put your phone down and stand. “It’ll be nice being on the same shift again.”
“Yeah,” she shrugs and drops his towel, pulling on his boxers before stepping over the damp heap. “I’m gonna stretch out and watch some TV.”
“Alright, I’ll get washed up.”
“Good idea,” he snorts and snaps his knuckles across your ass as he passes.
You squeal and he chuckles. You scoop up his wet towel and take it with you. You hang it over the bar as you enter the bathroom and you gather up the dirty clothes he left on the tile. You take those to the hamper and return to start up the shower with a fresh pair of your pajamas.
The water is lukewarm. The building really only offers a good ten minutes of hot water at a time and he was in there for a while. You wash up and get out to go about your moisturizing ritual, tweezing your brows and a few stray hairs on your chin. You’re not overly zealous about your looks but your self-care is your time.
You enter the bedroom in your cotton pajamas, a pair of shorts and a button up tee. As you go to drop your old clothes in the hamper, you notice Johnny is chewing his thumb at his phone. No, not his, yours.
“What’s going on?” You go to the bed as he keeps his thumb scrolling.
“Your phone kept going off,” he tosses it onto your side of the bed, “I was just tryna shut the damn ringer off.”
“Oh,” you grab it and put it back on the night stand as you crawl in next to him.
“Mmm, you smell like yourself again,” he gives a deep whiff. “You smell like my girl.”
“Johnny, I told you–”
“I know what you said but I don’t know if I believe you.”
You withhold a sigh. You don’t say anything. Arguing will only make him more adamant.
“You know I love you,” you lean over to kiss him. He shifts so you peck his cheek.
“I thought you did,” he slumps back against his pillow and glares at the television. 
“You know I do,” you touch his arm gently.
He sniffs and tilts his head, “I don’t want you going out anymore.”
“I’m sorry, but the twins–”
“You gotta decide who’s more important; me or the twins,” he huffs. “I can’t marry a party girl.”
You’re quiet. You swallow and stare at him, almost breathless. “Marry?”
“One day, yeah. When you’re ready,” he says pointedly.
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You come out of the daycare centre, tired to the bone as you drag your feet across the parking lot. Monday’s are usually a bit unpredictable but that day was entirely wild. The kids were like animals, restless and rambunctious. You’re happy to be done, even if you still have to drive home and make dinner.
You come to the far corner where you like to park. It’s in the shade and out of the way of the parents coming and going. As you get to your spot, you slow as you see a figure leaning nonchalantly on your hood. You stop short and your mouth falls open before snapping shut.
“You seem like the kid type,” Lloyd says as he tilts his head, arms crossed over his chest, “you got that motherly touch and all.”
You blink at him, dumbfounded. You say nothing and clutch your keys. You don’t know what to say. You have no idea how he found you or why he would bother. The purple blotch on his cheek might suggest a reason.
You go around the car as you ignore him and unlock only the driver’s side. He steps away from the hood and follows you. You turn and point your key at him sharply.
“Don’t come any closer,” you warn.
“Hey, I’m not doing anything,” he puts his hands up, “I'll keep my hands to myself if you do the same. I'm just here to talk.”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” you insist as you press your other hand to the handle on the car door.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t know you.”
“We can change that, sweet cheeks,” he winks.
“How did you– you know what, doesn’t matter. I don’t care. Go away.”
You open the car door and swing into the seat. As you try to close it, he catches it from the other side, holding it in place as he leans over to see you.
“Your friends are… talkative when they’re drinking,” he smirks, “told me all about you. And Johnny. Sounds like a real prize.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know everything I need to know,” he taunts, “enough to know that you need, nay, you deserve more than that two pump chump.”
You roll your eyes and pull on the door. He’s strong as it doesn’t budge an inch from his grasp. He chortles and lets go as you try again and the door slams. He bends down and looks at you through the window.
“Go take care of the man child,” he sneers, “you can hit me up when you’re ready to be taken care of.”
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