This is my official request for more dommy Johnny
I need him to manhandle me so I’m on my stomach while he fucks me from behind and calls me his little slut and then takes pictures of the mess he made of me afterwards all spread out for him and praises me and tells me how good and beautiful I am for him and how he’s going to use those photos to get off later
And if you could make it a plus sized reader I will love you forever
Thank you very much
What have you done to me
gia. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love this request.
18+ only
Stinging. Your skin is stinging where Jonathan’s hand cracked down on your ass just seconds ago. You’re vulnerable, fully exposed to him where he has you sprawled out on the mattress, ass up. He’d flipped the fabric of your skirt up, revealing the soft globes of flesh to his greedy eyes.
He’d been itching to get his hands on you all day, unable to handle the way you looked in your cute little skirt and your sweater that hugged your curves just fucking right. The way your thighs brushed together when you walked had him salivating, chewing through his leash to get between them. And he knew you’d worn the outfit on purpose, he knew you were fully aware it would get him all sorts of riled up.
So the second he’d gotten you home, he had you pinned against the wall, lips captured against his as he kissed you breathless. His hands were groping, squeezing fistfuls of flesh, uncaring if his harsh grip would bruise you. He’d led you to the bedroom, pushed you onto the mattress and laughed when you laid down on your back — as if he’d give you that luxury.
He’d moved you, manhandled you really, making sure your ass was in the air for him, your chest pressing against the mattress.
And now, well… now you’re completely at his mercy, taking every swift spank he delivers, moaning into the sheets with each delicious lick of pain.
“Thought you were so cute wearing that outfit today, huh?” he sneers, fingers tugging the waistband of your thong before letting go, allowing it to snap back against your skin. “Thought you’d have some fun by getting me all worked up?”
His hands grip your thighs, roughly spreading them apart. Fingers dig into doughy skin, kneading the flesh as he practically salivates over you. His index finger swipes over your cunt, your panties suddenly a prison that merely keep him further away from you, the lack of direct contact agitating you. You whine, wiggling your hips back into his touch. You know you’re already soaking through your underwear, and you know he’s probably already noticed.
“God, you’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?” Jonathan laughs, rubbing his big palms over the expanse of your ass.
He tugs your thong down, working it past your hips and down your legs until it’s falling to the floor. He spreads your legs once more, wider this time, forcing back a groan at the sight of your exposed pussy. Your arousal glistens against your skin, pooling between your legs.
“Fucking hell, this damn wet already?” he asks, his tone incredibly cocky. “Should’ve known, you’re such a fucking slut for me,” he continues, bringing two fingers forward to collect your juices.
He slides his digits through your folds, coating them in your arousal, making you lean into his touch.
“Yeah, baby? Feels good, huh?”
“Jonathan…” you plead, needing his hands anywhere, everywhere, feeling you and filling you.
Those same two fingers dip past your entrance, plunging inside of you with a squelch. Your mouth hangs open, a breath of air leaving it as if you’d been punched. He feels too good and it’s only his fingers, how are you going to survive more?
That question is about to get answered, as he pumps his fingers just a few times before promptly removing them. You’re about to complain about the emptiness when he’s getting on his knees, face diving between your spread thighs so he can taste you. You feel his hot tongue lick a stripe up your lips, a moan leaving him as he does it. His hands grip your ass cheeks, steadying himself as he devours you from behind.
You swear your legs go numb when he presses his tongue inside, exploring every inch he can reach. His eager mouth sucks on your clit, eliciting high-pitched moans from you. You can feel his saliva and your arousal coating you, dripping down the side of your inner thighs and onto the comforter beneath you. You have to be making a complete mess, that much you can tell, but Jonathan’s having the time of his life.
He’s devouring you — that’s the only word for it. Drinking up your juices like holy water, like it’ll cure all of his problems. Your fists grip the blankets, hips bucking as he passes his tongue quickly back and forth over your clit. You can hear the wet sloshing noises, hear his garbled moans and whimpers that clamber up out of his throat.
“You taste so fucking good, baby, could eat this pussy forever,” he praises into your core, his words sending vibrations across your skin.
He sounds absolutely gone, and he is, the only thing on his mind is you.
His cock strains against his pants, desperate to be let loose, begging to be inside of your tight little cunt. He removes his hands from your ass, unbuttoning his pants before tugging the zipper down, all while his mouth stays latched to you. You faintly hear the zipper, you register the loss of contact when he pulls his mouth away, but you’re still not ready for it when you feel the head of his cock bump against your weeping hole.
You practically suck him in, his cock fully sheathing itself inside of you with ease. Jonathan moans, gripping the plush skin around your hips before delivering another smack to your ass. The way he stretches you is phenomenal, just the right amount of fullness that keeps you so satisfied. He only stays still for a moment, tricking you into a sense of calm before he’s pulling almost entirely out and then slamming right back in. You can feel his skin flush against yours for a second before he’s repeating the action, setting a pace you can barely keep up with. His thrusts get more shallow but faster, his balls slapping against you with each movement. You can’t form a coherent sentence, can barely choke out his name in the midst of all of this, and you know it’s only spurring him on.
“Such a stupid little slut, aren’t you? Can’t even talk?” he taunts, gripping your hips harder. You babble something unintelligible, your cheeks heating when you hear him snort out a laugh in response. “My poor baby, getting fucked so dumb she can’t remember how to use her words,” he says, pulling your back against his chest, his mouth mere centimeters from your ear as he purrs into it.
You mewl, your walls clenching around him at his humiliating words. He lets you drop back down, your body slumping forward onto the mattress once more. A low groan escapes him as he watches you, the recoil of your ass with each snap of his hips to yours nearly too much for him to take. One hand snakes around to your underside, gripping the flesh of your tummy before moving up under your sweater to toy with your nipples. You hiss, pleasure running straight down to your core, flames igniting between your thighs.
“Oh — oh my fucking god,” you gasp, his cock hitting your sweet spot repetitively.
“Yeah? You like when I fuck you like this?” he grits, his voice straining with the growing difficulty of keeping his composure.
“Y-yes, fuck, Jonathan,” you cry, your eyes rolling back as you hurtle closer to orgasm.
“That’s right, baby. Take what I give you like a fucking whore,” he rasps. Whines and moans are leaving your mouth consistently now, barely a moment of silence as he ruins you.
“I’m s-soooooo fucking close,” you tell him, the words coming out like more of a plea for his help than a mere fact.
“I’ll get you there, baby. Come on, soak my cock, angel,” he encourages, fingers finding your clit and rubbing circles on the sensitive bundle.
You pinch your eyes shut, brows furrowing as he tips you over the edge. You can feel yourself gush around him, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as he fucks you right through each wave of near-overwhelming pleasure. His movements grow sloppier, everything more slippery than it was before. His fingers grip the meat of your ass impossibly hard, nails digging in, making you bite down on your bottom lip.
“Gonna cum in this fucking pussy, baby, make a mess of you,” he warns, and barely a few seconds later you feel him tense inside of you.
His cock pulses, every drop of his release filling your abused cunt as he slows the rocking of his hips. Your hands tentatively loosen their grip on the sheets, your body going limp as he pulls out of you.
“God damn, you’re fucking wrecked, baby,” he pants, his eyes raking over your puffy lips and glistening thighs.
He doesn’t think it can get any better than this, having you sprawled out on his bed with his cum leaking out of you. He has half a mind to shove it back inside of you with his fingers, but he opts to just admire you instead.
You can hear him shuffling around the room behind you, but you can’t bring yourself to lift your head to see what he’s doing. Until you hear the camera click, see the flash going off, and you know he’s taking photos to keep in his private stash. Getting your pussy perfectly in the frame, making sure to capture how destroyed you are after him. You arch your back, spreading your legs wider to really give him a nice view, even stretching your arm down to let your fingers toy with your clit just for a moment.
“Fuck, holy shit you’re so damn beautiful,” he praises, setting the Polaroid down once he’s decided he’s content.
He sits beside you, showing you the pictures as they start to develop. “I’m absolutely getting off to these, baby. Every fucking night I can’t be with you, I’m breaking these out,” he presses a kiss to your lips. “You’re so fucking perfect,” another kiss, and another.
“No fair, I need pictures of you, too,” you pout.
He spreads out on the bed, his leaking cock staring you in the face, already growing hard again.
“Take some, then. I’m all yours.”
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Eddie taking care of you when you’re sick.
He helps you into the tub and washes you when you’re too tired to do it yourself, drying you off with a fresh and warm towel and helping you into your comfiest pajamas for you to lie down in.
He’s not a very good cook but he tries to make Wayne’s chicken noodle soup anyways. It comes out too watery, but you appreciate it none the less. He even offers to spoon feed it to you, and pouts when you say no.
He fluffs your pillows for you and gets you the softest blankets he owns to make sure you’re comfortable. Putting on your favorite movie even though you both know you’re going to fall asleep anyway.
He checks up on you frequently (almost too frequently) to check your temperature and see if you need anything else until you just tell him to get in the bed with you.
“I thought you were worried about getting me sick.”
“Do you want to cuddle or not Munson?”
He reads to you with your head on his chest, stopping every so often to give a kiss to your sweaty forehead.
When you ask him to rub some vicks vaporub he happily obliges, rubbing it into your back and chest, staring at your chest a little too long with a look in his eyes you know too well.
“Don’t get any ideas Edward.”
“I didn’t even say anything!”
When you end up throwing up in the bucket he provided for you he holds your hair back and rubs at your back, cooing sweetly at you. If you call yourself disgusting or gross at any point he doesn’t miss a beat to correct you.
“You’re not gross sweetheart. Your just sick. You’re beautiful. A total babe.”
“Are you really flirting with me right now?”
He’s holding you while you sleep, massaging at your head soothingly while he listens to your breathing to make sure it isn’t abnormal in any way.
And when he gets sick afterwards, you return the favor. Although…he’s a lot more needier and whiney than you ever were. But you love him anyway.
I literally need an Eddie to take care of me when I’m sick 😭 I need it so bad.
his cuddles would be the best and him reading to you is so 100% something he’d insist on doing. he’d do a bunch of silly voices for different characters to make you laugh.
he’d probably hardly sleep he’d be so concerned for you, just wanting to make sure he’s ready if you need something.
but oh lord, the dramatics when he gets sick. he’d be so whiny about everything. and I’d baby him anyways but man, he’d be the worst.
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