#also v kissing johnny's cheek :))

[swearingcactus]

ceebeepee stuff. panam being supportive and grabbing a screenshot from one of the most well preserved pre-nuke samurai interview video where johnny's high off his balls! johnny doing pyschological warfare! rogue playing mommy favorites! kerry doing psychological warfare! widdle v intimidating NPCs!

[sansevierias]

the real reason why V doesn’t kiss kerry on the balcony in the sun ending is bcs V didn’t brush his fucking teeth.

[sgtgarricks]

thinking about free use!johnny...

afab!reader

cw: free use, p in v, overstimulation!!!!!!!!, creampie, degradation but with love, soap being nasty, reader is also nasty, i am reader.

no one look at me.

johnny who starts dating you, who was always flustered and shy when it comes to initiating sex. he doesn't always catch when you ogle him, but when he does, he jumps immediately at the chance.

johnny who coos and nips at you when you wouldn't stop staring at his crotch. he thinks it's so adorable that you're still so shy around him even after dating him for months.

johnny who slowly takes your hand, kisses your fingers and places it on his hardening cock.

"is this what you want bonnie? you need me to fuck you?" he starts kissing your neck slowly when you give him a nod and press yourself closer to him.

johnny who gets a brilliant idea that he brings up to you on a random night.

"what do you think, hen? i think it'd be a great way for you to get more comfortable in asking for it!" he was propping his head on one hand, seemingly unfazed after the intense fucking he gave you few minutes prior.

"i-i'm not sure, johnny... isn't that kinda... degrading for you?" you question, eyes wide staring into johnny's baby blues. unexpectedly, he guffaws and brings a hand to your cheek.

"you're so silly bonnie, course not. 'm offering it for a reason, you don't have to do anything with ir. just know it's always on the table." you squeak when he pinches your cheek and the little shithead just grins at you.

"okay... so, anytime i want? are you sure?"

"aye, i'm sure. anytime you want."

free use!johnny who's genuinely surprised you're taking him up on his offer. it starts off slowly, you snuggle closer to him and mouths at his neck. his neck is slightly damp from the slow kisses you pepper everywhere.

normally, this is where he'd drop everything to pleasure you. but seeing you so needy for him and the thought of you having to beg him for what you want, gets his cock throbbing in his pants.

"johnny..." you whine in his ear, positioning yourself fully on his lap now, "need you so bad..."

and just like that his patience snaps. he flips you over on the couch and takes his shirt off, exposing his delicious abs that you sit up to lick. he holds your head while you continue to grope him all over.

"mmm, so needy... don't worry, 've got ye." he slowly removes you from him and you begin to protest when he places his mouth on your panties. your complaint dies out as you let out a long moan. he rubs you over your panties and places kisses all over your wet pussy.

"so fuckin' wet for me, bonnie." you try to push his head deeper into your pussy and he laughs, "you gotta ask for it." he teases you and runs a finger over your clothed folds.

"johnny, please! want your mouth and fingers in me!" you hear fabric tearing as his mouth latches on your clit. two of his thick fingers slide right in from how wet you are.

"oh, fuck... so good, johnny." you grind your hips into his mouth as his fingers keep pace, fingers curled hitting that gooey spot inside you. he's slobbering all over you, his own hips grinding into the bed.

you feel lightheaded from the stimulation, eyes closing and back arching. johnny's fingers move faster as he makes out with your drooling pussy.

"cum for me, bonnie." and you cum hard. pussy clenching his fingers tightly as juices squirt out all over his fingers and mouth. johnny lets out a moan and instead of stopping moves faster as you come down from your orgasm.

you breathe heavily as johnny slows down. he kisses your pussy gently before coming up to kiss you deeply. you can feel his cock still hard in his pants, but as your hand trails down, his hand stops you.

"not tonight. 'm so proud of you, bonnie." he places a gentle kiss on your forehead and cuddles you.

free use!johnny who, after putting the deal on the table begins to have more sex in a week than he could've imagined. before, you were getting fucked at least four times in a week, but now? he felt like he had unlocked something in you.

the first few weeks, you were still as shy as usual. initiating with slow kisses, pinching his butt, groping his arms. he was more than happy to indulge you. you were getting more confident and it made him happy.

free use!johnny who knows he definitely unleashed a fiend. you were insatiable, kneeling down and unzipping johnny's pants as he was watching the telly.

your head is bobbing up and down on his cock as johnny throws his head back in pleasure. you were drooling and slobbering all over his cock, tears in your eyes and johnny thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

he let you set the pace for a few moments before losing control and thrusting into your hot mouth. you choke a little at the thick intrusion but push through as johnny's pace becomes ragged.

"such fuckin' good for me, hen... lettin' me fuck your mouth." you moan at his words, moving faster and licking all over his shaft. johnny whines at the feel of your tongue and thrusts a few more times.

you feel a his hot cum spurting down your throat and you gag at the sudden feeling. johnny groans, both hands gripping your head to keep it still.

after he let out the last few spurts, you slowly remove yourself and lick your lips. johnny was still recovering when you plopped on his lap, kissing his cheeks.

"thank you, johnny."

johnny, still coming down from his high and dazed, can only nod.

"anything f' you."

free use!johnny who doesn't think there would come a day where his cock might actually need a break. the two of you had been fucking like rabbits whenever there was a chance. before he left for work, when he came home, whenever you could find him, you would be on him.

johnny had only taken one step inside the apartment when you immediately dragged him to the couch and sat on his lap.

"bonnie-"

you tug his soft cock out of his pants and slide it along your already wet folds. he grunted when he felt how wet you were, hands immediately grabbing your hips as his tip slides into your warm heat.

"fuck, johnny... you're so big..." you grind your hips into his, matching his thrusts. his thighs were meeting yours with every rise as you use him.

"yeah? y'like my cock?" he grits, fingers playing with your clit.

"y-yeah.. l-love your cock!"

"it's yours, baby.. so take it." he pounds deliciously into your squelching pussy, his tip hitting your cervix. you can feel every throb inside your walls.

neither of you were going to last long, you'd been wet thinking about him all day and the way he keeps hitting your gooey spot has stars dotting your vision.

"'m gonna cum.." you warn him as he begins to move even faster.

"cum for me. cream on my fucking fat cock, baby. make a mess of it." his lips latches onto your nipple, tongue swirling and sucking as his finger draws circles on your clit.

johnny feels when you cum and it draws out his climax. he groans as he can feel cum spurt from his softening cock. he gives one last thrust, plugging you tightly.

he rests his head on your shoulder, panting heavily. he kisses your shoulder gently and was about to slowly pull out when you begin to move again.

your eyes were closed with your hands around his neck when you begin to slowly grind on him again. he groans at the overstimulation, his cock still throbbing.

"fuckin' minx you are..."

"johnny.. please..."

he doesn't think he has anything left in his balls after you drained him. but he's a weak man. he can never say no to you. grunting, he begins to move his hips again.

"so fucking needy... that why you were so shy, hen? didn't want me to know how much you loved my cock?" he says in your ear, regaining his stamina to pull you down onto him as he thrusts up.

"such a slut for my cock, aren't you?" you can't speak. your mouth was perpetually open, head thrown back in pleasure. your thighs were shaking from exhaustion but you couldn't stop yourself from slamming back onto johnny.

he stops moving when you don't respond and you immediately indulge him.

"y-yeah, 'm a slut johnny.. l-love your cock so much!"

he flips you over so you're on your back. you whine when he slips out and he shushes you. he grabs your legs and moves you into a mating press. when he slips back in you gush around him. the couch was positively defiled with how you two were going at it.

"gonna be the death of me.." he mumbles. he was sweating profusely and were you not in a mating press you would've leaned up to smell him. you let him pound you into the couch, content to just lay there and take what he gives you.

it doesn't take long for you to feel your climax coming, your thighs begin to shake and your walls begin to pulsate. instead of speeding up, johnny slows down. opting to lean almost all the way out, before thrusting deeply. each motion sends a glob of his cum out of your pussy and you moan.

eventually, your back arches and you reach your high. your climax triggers johnny's as he cums once more inside your ruined pussy. the both of you weren't speaking anymore, too fucked out to say anything.

he slowly pulls out of you, wincing slightly. he tries to get up but fails and ends up collapsing on your chest. he mumbles something about his balls running out of cum and closes his eyes.

you laugh, content and stroke his hair gently.

"thank you, johnny."

"i think 'm gonna pass out now."

[novemberheart]

{overview} John and you take another leap in your relationship, Kyle makes an unsettling discovery

{warnings} Fem reader, a/b/o dynamics, poly 141, P in V sex, heat cycles, oral & fingering (fem receiving), loss of virginity, cursing, mirror sex, MDNI

Chapter 21 <- Chapter 22 -> Chapter 23

The next few days had gone by without a hitch. It was nice, being domestic with your pack. You spend most of your days going to museums, restaurants, and outdoor activities that are way above your athletic ability. Still, you would be lying if you said you weren't happier than you have ever been- well at least happier than you've been in a while. You and Simon have gotten much closer. He had been making a real effort with you, not that he hadn't before but there was something different about him. His gestures felt more affectionate than out of duty.

That was until you came down with a fever.

“It’s not saying she has a fever, yet she's burning up,” Kyle huffed, pulling a thermometer out of your mouth. You and John eyed each other.

“This a symptom of your heat?” He questioned. Everyone stiffened.

“Yes. But I usually get them after my heat, not before. Before my heat, I’ll get extra sensitive, and my body will start to feel….less stiff. I'll also get this sort of buzz in my stomach,” you explained.

“And I take it you haven't been feeling any of that?” Simon added. You shook your head.

“You don't smell any different,” Johnny added too.

“Well, this may be the start of it, pretty girl. Let's just keep an eye on it, yeah?” John spoke. Everyone nodded.

“I don't want this to happen on vacation,” you started to whine, you quickly caught yourself, your eyes going wide.

“Sensitive, eh?” John chuckled, placing a kiss against your heated head.

“This is the best place for it to happen,” Kyle assured. “Where you're safe with all of us,” Kyle reminded. You breathed out slowly, nodding your head in agreement.

“You're right,” you affirmed.

“The plan is,” John began and you immediately felt a sudden shift in the air. You wondered how many times they have heard John say that. It had an immediate impact on them, their shoulders straightening, eyes narrowing in focus. How many times had their lives depended on those words? Johnny's crow's feet appeared and you ran your thumb over them breaking him out of his trance. He grinned at you, pressing a kiss against your hand before turning back to John. “Me and her will stay in our room,” he spoke looking at Simon. You held your breath, waiting for him to be mad at you. Instead, he nodded his head seemingly unaffected by the words, besides a light blush across his cheeks. “You’re in charge of food and drinks,” he commanded, looking at Johnny who quickly nodded. You winced. Looks like you'll be eating cereal and granola bars for a week. “You’ll be on puppy duty,” he spoke to Kyle, nodding to the lazy ball of fur at your feet.

“How long do your heats last, Bon?”

“Usually a week,” you responded, causing Simon to chuckle.

“Old mans gonna disloca”-

“Fuck off,” John interjected, his own smirk across his face. “I’m two years older than you you twat,”

“I'll sleep on the pull-out in the living room,” Simon spoke. Being in the betas room felt too close to you. “Don't worry about me barging in or anything, yeah?” he soothed.

You felt horrendous for believing he would be upset at you. You offered him a small smile, nodding your head graciously.

“Alright, that's it,” John finished.

Simon grabbed a washcloth, running it under cool water and plopping it on your forehead.

“Remember when you were doing this to me?” he mused, a small smile on his face. That seemed so long ago. That was your first interaction with him. You remember how scared and unsure of yourself you were. Hell, most of that hadn't changed.

“Simon,” you sobbed, your arms wrapping around his waist, making him chuckle.

“Sensitive, pup,” he teased, patting you on the back. “Should get you to bed. A nap might help,” he spoke, mostly to himself. He hoisted you up carrying you to the bedroom, Johnny following close behind. He tossed you on the bed, Johnny quickly hopping in and getting comfortable with you. You watched with tired eyes as Simon began moving his clothes into the beta’s room. He didn't have too many.

“Simon?” you asked softly.

“Pup?”

“Could I have one of your sweatshirts?” you nearly pleaded. He grabbed one off the hanger, rubbing it against the scent glands on his neck before tossing it to you. You bunched it up, using it as a pillow. Leather with an undertone of black licorice making the back of your neck tingle. “Thank you,” you purred lowly.

Your symptoms had progressed. A familiar lax in your body making it a bit hard to move. You had started nesting, stealing things from every member of your pack to make the bed as comfortable as you could. There were slight changes in your scent making their mouths water. John stayed close, wanting you to ease him into a rut instead of it just hitting him.

“How do you feel, lovie?” Kyle hummed.

“My face is hot but my body is cold,” you whined. “And I'm tired,” you huffed.

“Sleep, princess. You'll be needing it,” John chuckled from next to you. Your head peaked up from the pillows.

“You’re the one who’ll need it,” you shot back, a playful glint in your hazy eyes. John’s brows raised, sitting up on one of his elbows.

“You flirtin’ with me now? I'm the one that's supposed to be courting you,” he reminded, tucking you in.

“I’m waiting,” you smirked, causing Kyle to laugh.

“I'll be back,” John insisted, dodging back down the hall.

“I like this feisty you,” Kyle murmured. You chuckled, inching closer to him. When John returned he had a bowl of cut-up fruit and a few snack packs of your favorite snacks.

“Thank you alpha,” you purred, popping a strawberry in your mouth. John purred back, tucking you back in.

“Let me,” he urged, opening a pack of cookies and hand-feeding you.

“I could get used to this,” you smiled between bites.

He woke up before you with a sharp exhale. Your scent hitting him like a bolt of lightning. You were tucked in his side, your hands gripping onto his damp shirt like it would keep you from floating away. You were whimpering quietly, his body reacting to you before he had even opened both his eyes. You needed him.

“I know, pretty,” he soothed quietly, biting back a snarl. He pressed his lips against your shoulder, slowly detaching himself from you. Your nail caught the fabric of his shirt, the sound of the fabric tearing finally waking you up. You watched with bleary eyes as John made his way to the bathroom, tossing his half ripped shirt on the floor. He splashed cold water on his face, even through your tears you could his body shaking.

He was holding himself back.

You could smell it in the air. His blazing scent overshadowing your melted vanilla. Your scent alone would be too much for him, him projecting being his only defense to keep from sinking his teeth into your neck.

You were uncomfortable. Your body too hot and sweaty to even focus on the ache between your thighs. You sat up sluggishly, your feet sinking into the plush carpet. You pulled yourself to stand, making your way to the bathroom. John quickly turned on the shower meeting you halfway. You rested more than half your weight against him, mumbling a small ‘thank you’ as he guided you along.

“May I?” He checked, his fingers curled in the hem of your shirt. You nodded trying your best to hold your arms up to make it easy for him. You already felt a bit cooler as the fabric hit the floor. A pleased rumble echoed in his chest.

“Such a pretty girl I have,” he mumbled more to himself than you. He pulled your sleep shorts and panties down in one motion, his arm resting around your waist to keep you steady. He checked the water temperature, making sure it was cool enough to chill your heated skin but not enough to shock you. “Want me in with you?” he asked softly.

“Please,” you mumbled against his bare chest. He erupted in goosebumps as your hands traveled around his abdomen. He pulled his sweats down, along with his boxers. You swallowed thickly. The sight of him making the sheen of sweat return to your skin. Partly from want- no need, and partly from nerves. He was about half the size of your forearm in length, but the width was really what made you whimper.

“Don’t worry about that right now, pretty,” he soothed, turning you away from him. He apologized as the action caused him to run across your lower back. You shivered, your bottom instinctually arching in the air to meet him. “Good girl,” he praised softly. You were running on instinct, you couldn't help it. Besides, you presented too perfectly for him to not compliment you. He guided you into the shower by your hips.

You purred as the cool water hit your heated skin. He kept his distance, despite the sight before him, his hands keeping a firm grasp on you to keep you steady. You turned under the waterfall, your hands pulling him closer by his arm.

“I want to feel you,” you mumbled. The little self-control he had snapping. He gripped the back of your thighs, hoisting you up, pressing you against the tile of the shower. Your arms quickly found his neck, your mouths desperately connecting.

“You don't know how long I've wanted you,” he growled back. He was all-consuming. You're hardly able to keep up with his words. His lips leave yours for just a moment to bite at whatever skin he can before returning to them. You could feel the tip of his cock brush against your bottom, the little action having your eyes rolling back.

“Then take me,” you gasped. “I’m yours.”

His groan was toe curling, his hand reaching below you to switch the water off. He kept you close, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you back to bed. He tossed you down, his hands finding your ankles. You watched, waiting for what his next move would be. You expected him to spread your legs apart, and begin to work himself inside of you, yet all he did was stare. He raised your legs up, pressing a soft kiss to the heel of each foot. He worked his way to your core slowly. A kiss against your ankle, then up your calves, then up your thighs, stopping just before your dripping entrance. His beard felt just how you had imagined it, your hand grabbing his hair and pulling him towards you.

“What, pretty girl? Tell me what you need,” he said softly, his breath against you causing you to jolt.

“You,” you sniffed softly, hoping a small buck of your hips would drive the point home. He rubbed his cheek against the inside of your thigh, pressing a teasing kiss against your heat. He wanted more. You could tell by the way his dark eyes stared at you expectantly.

“I want your mouth, Alpha. Please,” you pleaded. His eyes grew heavy at the request. Your body nearly lifted off the mattress as he licked across your aching heat.

“Thank you,” you hissed, your nails digging into his shoulders. He groaned against you, making you jolt.

“The boys weren't lying when they said you asked nicely,” he smiled against you, not giving you any time to relax before his mouth enveloped your cunt. It was a completely new feeling, one that had you choking on a moan. You didn't bother to hide it, not that you could with his hand wrapped around your wrist. It was hardly a minute before a (now) familiar tightness filled your abdomen, your hands fighting to break free just so you could grab onto something to steady yourself. You were chanting his name, which only seemed to spur him on. You came with a moan that made even him flush. Your legs pressed against his head but he didn't care.

The hardest part was pulling his mouth away from you. Your sweetness already becoming another vice to him. Your teary eyes stared down at him like he had done something wrong- made you cum too hard for your own good. He tried to take it slow, ease you off the cliff gently, but once he got you in his jaws he couldn't let go. He’ll make it up to you.

He kissed up past your belly button, trying not to smirk at the way your chest heaved up and down. His tongue darted out, dragging through the valley of your breasts and up to your collarbone. He shushed you gently, his thumbs wiping the fat crocodile tears that rolled down your cheek. You were so sensitive, both physically and emotionally. Your shaky legs found his waist, your heels digging into his lower back. You weren't too deep into your heat, the attention he was giving you making you more aware.

“You okay for more, sweetheart?” he questioned softly, his thumbs still brushing against your heated cheeks. You nodded instantly, your hand cupping his face pulling him down. You could taste yourself against him. Johnny was right, you were sweet. He held himself above you, one of his hands traveling down the curves of your body- slowly like he was trying to memorize each dip. The back of his hand brushed against your thigh- red from the friction of his beard- his fingertips running over your slick gently. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, your eyes trained on the ceiling. He hummed softly, grabbing your attention, his forehead resting against yours.

His normal blue eyes were dark like a shark's, but he still held enough softness in them to ease your worries. You doubted your eyes looked any different. His fingers brushed up and down you for a moment before leaving to wrap around his cock. Your eyes naturally followed his movement. He was flushed and angry-looking, his hand providing little relief. His lips connected with yours unexpectedly, your nails finding their way to his back. His chest rumbled at the sensation.

You broke the kiss when he ran his tip across your folds. You gasped against him, your eyes immediately traveling down his strong torso to between your thighs. “John,” you gasped softly, your legs spreading a little wider for him. He was teasing you. Applying just enough pressure to make you whine but not enough to really cause any pleasure. He shushed you, his lips dancing across your cheek like he was apologizing for not giving you what you needed.

He sat up suddenly, grabbing you by your thighs so you were sitting with your back against his chest, his cock heavy against your bottom. His hands held your thighs apart, rubbing up and down them soothingly. His thumb skimmed against your clit, before pressing down, giving you the sensation you were so desperately chasing. You pressed your hand against your lips, but it was quickly pulled away.

“Don’t shy away now,” he hummed, as your hips began to move away from his hand. “Need you to relax for this part, pretty girl,” he directed. The feeling of his thumb against you was enough to distract you from the finger prodding at your entrance. He sunk in slowly, your copious amount of slick making it less of a challenge. He cursed under his breath at the tightness around his finger. “Gotta work you open, pretty,” he mumbled against your shoulder.

You removed your head from under his chin, your eyes slowly opening, connecting with his through the mirror on the closet door. You moaned at the contact, your eyes scanning lower to his hand between your thighs.

“Like watching yourself?” he chuckled, keeping his gaze steady. He began working another finger in creating a slight burning sensation. He went slow feeling the way your walls adjusted to him. He growled against your neck, practically able to feel you wrapped around his cock. The burn faded as he curled his fingers, brushing against a spot that made your head fall back against his shoulder. “That's it hmmm?” he smiled against your shoulder. The tightness in your stomach was returning. Your hand gripped his wrist between your thighs, your hips grinding against him. “Look at yourself, pretty,” he commanded, his hazy eyes watching your reaction as he pumped his fingers. You complied, watching yourself unravel. “Little more, princess. Can feel you shaking around me.”

A tidal wave crashed over you, your hand nearly ripping him away. He was stronger than you, keeping his thumb against you as you shook in his arms. He growled praises against your ear, watching carefully as you worked through your high.

He was a lucky man.

You rolled over, and he accommodated by laying on his back. You panted against his stomach, the fire in your belly still hardly fading. You were getting thrown more and more into your heat. John could smell it on you. Your teeth scraped against his chest, pressing a few ‘thank you’ kisses against him. You sat up, your thighs on either side of him. He guided you so you were propped up and you watched with murky eyes as his cock immediately sprung to rest against his stomach. You suddenly felt guilty. He had given you two earth-shattering orgasms and you had hardly given him any attention.

He guided your hips back down so he was nestled perfectly between your folds. You got the hint and began rocking your hips back and forth, earning a groan from both of you.

“That's it, pretty girl, just like that,” he groaned. You were so warm, your drooling cunt making it so easy for him to slide back and forth. He cursed, his hands running up your sides. His thumbs brushed over your nipples making you lose your rhythm. He growled, flipping the two of you over so he was on top resting between your thighs. “Can’t take much more, love,” he breathed.

“I’m ready,” you panted, your hands pressed against his abdomen.

“Tell me if I need to stop,” he requested, causing you to nod your head. He paused for a moment, shifting you so you could watch yourself in the mirror. Just the sight of him on top of you, your legs spread wide for him made you pulse. “Not fair I get this beautiful sight to myself,” he whispered against your cheek. You whined, your back arching off the bed. He angled himself against you, the tip of his cock already spreading you as much as his fingers had.

“John,” you gasped, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kept you close, his hold on you assuring and unwavering, despite the way his body trembled. You groaned, the stretch seemingly never-ending. You could feel every twitch as he rolled his way in.

“So bloody tight,” he cursed, his mouth hanging open in bliss. “Doing so good for me,” he praised. It wasn't a sharp pain like you were expecting, but it burned. Your face pressed against his shoulder, his back marked with crimson ropes. He had finally worked his way inside you, your walls desperately trying to adjust. He imagined it would hurt more if he stayed stationary inside you. He moved his hips back slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you. He moved his shoulder away, pressing his forehead against yours. You were uncomfortable, the sight making his alpha restless.

He pushed back in, the friction making you squirm.

“John,” you whined. He rolled his hips back and forth slowly, adding more distance with each thrust. He was halfway buried inside you, rolling his hips forward in one swift motion. Your eyes fell shut, your mouth parting with a moan of his name.

“That's it, pretty,” he groaned, repeating the action. The stretch that had made it almost unbearable was causing pleasure to scorch through your veins with every thrust. “Fuckin’ made for me weren’t ya,’” he groaned. It wasn't even a question at this point, it was a fact. Your cunt molding to fit him. Your heels pressed against his back, hoping to lessen the time he wasn't buried inside you.

You opened your mouth, the words you were wanting to say being ruined by a sloppy moan.

“What, pretty,” he pressed. “Talk to me.”

“Feels so good,” you whined pitifully.

“Yeah?” he growled, his strong hips snapping against you. His pace had picked up, his thrusts becoming more and more purposeful. His thumb skimmed across the corner of your lip, swiping away your drool. “What feels good?” he questioned. You could hardly think, let alone voice those thoughts.

“Your cock,” you managed, your whole body flushed from pleasure and embarrassment. He held your chin gently, moving your head so you had the perfect view of him rolling in and out of you in the mirror. His pace had slowed down again, not wanting to rush this moment in the slightest. “Alpha,” you whined, your hands gripping the wrist that was still holding your chin.

“Look so good with my cock in you, don't you?” his voice was tender, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear.

His hand left your face, his thumb finding a familiar rhythm between your legs.

“Too much,” you gasped, but made no move to stop him, your body becoming more and more addicted to this new euphoric high. “Cum in me,” you pleaded, causing his hips to stutter against you. “Please,” you begged, looking up at him through wet lashes. He wasn't deep enough in a rut to give you a knot, but that doesn't mean he couldn't fill you to the hilt.

“Whatever you need, love,” he soothed. You were shaking. Your claws had already shredded the sheets. “Gonna be a good girl and come on my cock?” he asked. The only thing you could do was nod. You were focusing on it too much, your brows furrowed waiting for the tension in your stomach to release. He smacked your bottom, catching you off guard for the wave of your orgasm to finally wash over you. You gushed around him, a shriek leaving you as your walls spasmed around him eliciting his own release. He came with a booming groan, his vision spotting from the intensity.

His arms giving out from under him sinking both of you into the mattress.

It took ten minutes for both of you to calm down.

“You alright?” he checked, his fingers running over your heated cheek.

“Yeah,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his still-twitching form. “You?”

“Gonna be honest, sweetheart. Never had anything like that,” he panted, placing kisses against any skin he could reach. You believed him. While this was your first time, you knew this wasn't the standard. He had softened out of you, his cum leaving you in a puddle. “Let's get you cleaned up,” he soothed, hoisting you up.

He decided on a bath this time. His hands working against your skin to clean away the mess he had made. You had fallen asleep against him in the tub, happy omega filtering through the air, making him purr. He stayed there till your skin began to prune. It has been a long time since he's been this content. Not that his boys didn't make him happy. You were different, you were his omega. The missing piece of the puzzle. The piece that held peace, safety, and comfort. Kate was right when she said she could smell it on them- their need for an omega. He had been a fool for going this long without one. But if he had done it too soon he wouldn't have ended up with you.

He tucked the two of you in, curling himself around you hoping to get some purrs out of you. Even in your sleep, you could recognize the safety of his arms, a purr of appreciation rumbling through your lax body.

“I love you,” he murmured against the crown of your head, slowly slipping off into his own hibernation.

“Something I need to talk to the two of you about,” Kyle sighed. The three of them had moved outside just after the first few muffled moans vibrated against the door.

Johnny opened his eyes, looking up at Kyle whilst his head was resting in his lap. Simon grunted in acknowledgment.

“You looked at her tracking app lately?” Kyle questioned, causing both of them to shake their heads. Of course not, you had been with them for the past two weeks. “I thought it was a glitch at first, or maybe the app had accidentally connected to someone else's chip, but it was labeled under her name,” Kyle explained. Johnny sat up.

“What was labeled?” he urged, his heart falling into his stomach. He and Simon shared a look.

“Another chip,” Kyle clarified. Simon's jaw clenched.

“What does that mean?” he snipped. “She has another chip?”

“She said she never had one,” Johnny reminded, his stomach growing uneasy. He had always been the quickest to jump to emotions.

“Or she has one she doesn't know about.”

Hi everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! See you in two days for chapter 23!!!! 🧡

[sorrowfulmuse]

honey, could you write headcanons of tomas (smoke) in love with mileena and kitana's little sister? If you can and want to, of course.

♡:: tomas vrbada (smoke) x fem!reader hcs!

> i will be yelling my man my man my man!!! until the day i die!! 😩 i am so obsessed with this man you don’t understand!! i am so glad they brought him back for this timeline i missed him so 😞

> update (10/07/23) i am sorry for taking forever with requests! just been busy with life!! i will update all the requests today and tonight pls look forward to it!

thank you for requesting love!! i hope you enjoy! pls don’t forget to like & reblog! ☺️

are your requests open?: of course! read this before requesting!

♡:: mentions/warnings: none!

tomas is the DEFINITION of love! oh man oh man oh man, when i say he’s in love, HE'S IN LOVE!

he would adore you until the end of time if you would let him, he would worship you as if you’re the only girl in the world

this trope is like how he fell first and you fell harder! or for tomas, its both.. he craved to be in your presence and savor it every time he got to be with you

you were the sun, your eyes held the universe within them.. he looked at you as if you hung the stars and the moon.

it is no lie that tomas is a kind soul, he is genuine and very caring with everything he does with you. he cherishes the time he gets to spend with you and gets sad when he has to return to his clan while you are off to your royal duties.

or also.. his favorite times with you would be walking along the rivers of edenia, talking about your day and what’s been new since your sister became empress..

though talks wouldn’t last long since he would stare at you for so long that he would forget what you’re taking about which would end with scolding from you and makeup cheek kisses from him

he would openly show his fondness for you! seriously no amount of teasing from the guys would stop him from doing so.

though mileena and kitana aren't exactly fond with your relationship with tomas, you're an outworlder while he was an earthrealmer so the relationship was doomed from the beginning they said.

you both never saw it that way despite your sisters doubts, "it's just a small obstacle, nothing more." he would whisper to you.

tomas is VERY protective of you, he lost his family and a brother.. there is no way he ever wants to lose you and dreads the day if it were to come.

visiting earth realm? expect him to be your side 24/7!! he is YOUR bodyguard wether your sisters like it or not, he doesn't trust anyone else to protect you expect him and his brothers clan

he LOVES cuddles and no, you never will leave his arms per his request (not that you wanted to anyways)

he loves to traces his fingers along your arms and sides to help you relax after a long day

or he would help bathe you, gently scrubbing your head and massaging your shoulders as you rant about anything on your mind.

imo marriage doesn't really cross his mind until kuai lang's was announced and THEN he would have a field day imaging you walking down the isle and living the married life with you

he wouldn't bring it up at first until you do tbh, he's scared of your sisters disapproval if he were to purpose the idea to you or them

although he would go look for rings, you did deserve the best of course so finding the right one was pressuring enough

tomas would def daydream about your future together

little mini yous and hims running around your home, teaching your children how to read, write and especially how to fight in order to protect themselves

he would do very romantic things for you, leaving earth realm flowers for you on your bed.. love letters and drawings of you from the last time he saw you

he does idolize johnny cage so he would try to get some advice on how to wow you on your next date together (johnny would give him ideas from old rom-con movies which he appreciated v much)

tomas would vow to himself to make sure you that you know in every possible way that he loves you and only you, nothing can cut the string of fate between you both

darling, tomas wants nothing but you, give him some love and reassurance in return and he's yours until the end.

[cottagecheese1]

Chapter 2

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new begging's, but what happens when your new begging comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them. paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

Series master list right here

The day was new, sadly, after last night you didn’t know if leaving your room was a good option in the first place, well of course you’d live, but the embarrassment you felt at the moment made you feel like the world was ending. You always felt a little sensitive and awkward towards every little situation that came your way. When you say it in your head it always sounds like a bad thing even though there are worse things in the world, and you shouldn’t even come close to feeling unfortunate in any situation–or thats what your mother would tell you, at a point your life your mother used to make you feel vain–blaming you for your fathers death saying it was your fault, of course you knew your mother had loved you, I mean she was also going through the grief of losing her husband, you shouldn’t be selfish–thats what she would also tell you.

After a long two hours of laying in bed, you rolled in bed and looked at your alarm clock that read 9:23am, and you could already hear the shuffling and laughter of the boys in the kitchen, deciding to just suffer through it and just hope nobody brings up the previous night, they all probably forgot about it by now, right? You could only hope because you sure haven’t forgotten.

Making your way down the hall where the chuckling and the sizzling of bacon started to make itself more present as you stepped into the kitchen, your head automatically goes down towards the floor when the chatter abruptly stops–the awkward sizzling of bacon mocking you as you walk towards the bread.

Andy stops and turns toward you with a small smile while leaning on the marble countertop, finally deciding to break the silence, “good morning honey, I made breakfast if you’re interested, bacon and uh maybe some pancakes if Johnny will save some for the rest of us.” he says the last part while turning towards a shirtless johnny stuffing his mouth full, mumbling out a “sorry”.

You tilt your head up toward Andy, and grab the bread, “no thanks Andy, maybe later–thanks though–well not that I don’t want any it's just-” you stutter out, until Andy interrupts you with a soft chuckle.

Andy walks behind you–tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before he leaned down to press a small kiss to your temple, “Oh pumpkin, what am I gonna do with you hm? With your cute self.” your cheeks tinted red, and besides that you could hear Johnny, and Colin snickering–probably making fun of you.

Not really knowing how to respond, but suddenly another thought comes to mind–where's your mother? Now curious, you turned and asked Andy, face still red as a beet, “um- where's my mom?” Andy half listens to you as he plays with your hair softly.

“She’s on a business trip, won’t be back for a few weeks, so you get to spend some alone time with us.” Andy says as he smirks.

You advert your gaze back to the toaster and give him a quick “okay”, before turning back around he huffs dramatically grabbing his keys swiftly, but before he heads out, he stops before the two chuckling boys.

“You boys be nice, treat her good until I get home, okay? Oh honey, if you need anything just give me a call, okay? Johnny should help you with anything, if not, I’ll be back around 11:00. Be good you two.”, and at that Andy was out the door, now it’s just you and them.

Johnny sighed and got up dramatically, “I’m gonna go take a shower, you kids have fun.” he said as he walked toward his bedroom.

Now it was just Colin and you, but as soon as you heard the toaster pop up, you scurried to your room–not even bothering to grab the butter–once you got to your room, closing the door you sighed and switched your phone on for the next hour.

💼

After another 30 minutes of contemplating if you should leave your room or not, you do. Opening the door slowly, and walking down the hall to the living room, where you thought watching TV would be an option for you, but Colin seemed to be taking up the couch and the entire atmosphere, and God was it intimidating.

Before you could turn away, and advance to the comfort of your own room–Colin stopped you abruptly. He threw his head back over the back of the couch, and called your name out.

“Hey!- don’t leave, come join me, I’m watching 21 jump street, I want you to come watch it with me.”

He sounded so demanding, but maybe that's just his way of expressing himself, so you watch as he scoots over a tad, and pats the spot next to him. This is when you seem to notice he doesn’t have a shirt on under his thin jacket, but you still sit down awkwardly next to him.

Suddenly he scoots closer to you, and wraps an arm around you, pulling you to him slightly as he says “relax baby, just getting comfortable, you wanna lay on me?”

“Oh, well I’m ok right now, I wouldn’t wanna-” he cuts you off by his own words, “cmon baby, I don’t mind, it's just some friendly cuddles, don’t gotta be all shy about it.” he says the last part chuckling.

You stay silent as he speaks again, “Here–I’ll help you.” Coin grunts a bit as he pulls you on top of him, and pushes your head onto his chest, softly stroking your hair. As much as you’d hate to admit it, it did feel kind of nice, maybe because he was nice and warm, and solid–Colin interrupts your train of thought when he speaks again.

“Isn’t this nice baby? All nice and relaxed…You're such a good girl, you know that?” he says with a mischievous glint in his voice while stroking your back, his voice still vibrating off of you he continues, “So, so quiet. Bet you're a virgin huh? All pure and untouched, from the way you're grinding on my dick and acting all innocent about it, you have to be.”

You feel stiff all the sudden, like you can’t move, now you're overly aware of the fact that his dick is poking your thigh. Then to make things worse he leans down toward your ear, “You know me, and Johnny talked about fucking you last night? Or how adorable you would look trying to wrap your lips around our cocks–and the tears that would run down that pretty face as we both fucked you till you couldn’t walk–or talk–bet you're a cock drunk bitch when you have the chance, huh?”

This is when you really started to freak out, trying to shove away from him eagerly, “Stop! Get off me! Andy will come back any time.”, and Colin just laughed at your plea, which made you slightly confused.

“Oh Baby, you poor girl, Andy’s the worst of both of us, if you knew all the dirty shit he’s said about you, you’d be crying–or well you already are–your new daddy just wants to pound you into his mattress until you're crying honey, and so much more.”

Your eyes widened at his statement, that couldn’t be, Andy cared about you..right? The thoughts that ran a million miles in your head suddenly got interrupted by another presence entering the room. Johnny.

Crying out for him as Colin licked and sucked on your neck, making you whimper pathetically in the process, “Johnny, please get him off of me..” you said pleadingly.

Johnny stared at you mockingly as he bent down to your level, where you still laid beneath Colin helplessly. He stroked the side of your face teasingly before he said, “Now why would I do that hm? Not when you’re whimpering so sweetly baby.” Colin then let up off you, leaning back into the couch, pulling you into his lap in the process as you felt your thighs subconsciously rub together.

After Johnny made his way beside you and Colin–sandwiching yourself between them as result, he stroked your thigh up and down, slowly making his way to your clothed core, “Look how fucking red you are, just from some teasing hm? you wanna feel me sweetheart? Don’t even try to hide how wet you are–bet you haven’t even had your first kiss yet.”

You had to be slightly surprised at his forwardness, no you haven’t had your first kiss yet, but you just told yourself that you're waiting for the right person. Colin chuckled at Johnny’s antics, this is also when you noticed that Johnny was not wearing a shirt–or pants for a matter of fact, this realization made you feel hotter all over.

Colin leaned over and looked at Johnny, “You know the old man won’t like it if we take her first kiss without him being here."

Johnny rolled his eyes and scoffed, still stroking your thighs, “Fuck that old geezer, I'm taking what's min-” Johnny got cut off by a loud slam of a door and jingling of car keys jingling. You three looked over toward the door to see Andy in the doorway, his arms crossed intimidatingly.

“what's going on here fellas..trying to break her in without me?” Andy said with a smirk as he reached the end of his sentence. He walked over to you slowly, and took your small face into both of his large hands, “And what about you honey? Having fun without daddy, hm? Good thing I’m here now.” He ends the last of his words with a chuckle.

Pleading for help wouldn’t even save you right now, after what Johnny and Colin just confessed to you–especially Andy–all you can do is hope for the best.

A/n: sorry for the short late chapter ya'll (I edited it at the end because the order was fucked up for those who were as confused as me.)

[hornyjorny]

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮!

goro takemura x afab!reader. 18+, mdni plz, blowjob, top!takemura, sub!v, slight angst at the end?? also riding + creampie

“I need you, V. “

Fuck. 

He’s got you there. 

Goro-Fucking-Takemura, the cold and calculating ex-Arasaka operative, was a contradiction you couldn't ignore. Takemura represented fucking everything you possibly could’ve stood against— and now here you are— on your fucking knees, with Takemura towering above you, eyes furrowed shut as you tug away at his belt. 

How the fuck did you even get here? Shit, you just wanted to invite the poor fucker out to get hammered and just maybe, just maybe take a moment to relax from the city’s constant chaos. 

You’d made up your mind— and despite Johnny’s dissent, you mustered the courage to finally as the old fucker out for a night on the town. Afterall— he deserved it. You didn’t actually expect Takemura to say ‘yes’— but shit, you were thrilled. You ended up choosing a dimly-lit bar— and as you two sipped on your drinks, Takemura's rigid demeanor seemed to melt away, revealing a man who had been burdened by the weight of his past. 

And for once, Goro Takemura seemed content with the ways of the world.

As the evening continued to progress, the alcohol continuing flow, even fucking Johnny could sense the growing sexual tension simmering beneath the surface. With a sly grin and a fuzzy mind you suggested you two continue the night at your apartment, inviting him in for a night. Takemura hesitated, and his icy gaze locked onto yours. The unspoken tension hung heavy, and in a rare display of vulnerability, he nodded with a wolfish grin.  

And now here you are— gazing up at Takemura’s piercing icy eyes as you attempt to undo his belt, before chucking it to the floor below. He told you to kneel, so now here you are, perched between his knees like a bitch, following his every command. 

He’s so fucking cute, you swear it— his normally neat, pulled-back salt-and-pepper hair is now messy and frizzy. His cheeks are pink— and his pretty eyes immediately flutter shut when you tug down his pants, wasting no time in freeing his already hard member from his pants. 

Shit, does he take your breath away. He’s fucking perfect. 

You’re just barely able to wrap your hand around the base— he’s decently sized, not too big—just enough. He’s perfectly groomed, honestly just as expected, and his tip is already leaking against your hands. He sighs deeply for a brief moment— his fingers intertwining in your hair just for a moment— forcing you to look up into his cold stare. 

You say nothing. Your heart’s hammering in your chest as he just stares blankly, his lips slightly ajar, cheeks flushed pink. 

You finally muster the courage to place a kiss to his leaky tip, looking up into his piercing gaze. His pretty eyes flutter shut— and a soft groan exits his lips. Fuck, he’s cute. Before he can recover, you wrap your lips delicately around the head of his leaky cock. You can feel him shiver beneath you, his thighs shaking for just a moment. You lower yourself then, happily taking in more of him into your mouth before he hits the back of your throat. 

You swear you hear him faintly curse.

Your lips leave his cock with a lewd ‘pop!’ and a string of salvia connects your lips and his tip. 

Takemura groans deeply— the soft noises he makes just send waves of heated desire through your veins, which only fuels the fire that is your horny gonk-ass brain. Unable to help yourself,  your tongue retreats to him, licking up his shaft before placing a sloppy kiss to his leaky tip.

Goro looks down at you with such malice in his eyes— and it almost terrifies you as much as it excites you. Your lips continue to gently suckle at his reddened tip, before one of his large hands rises to hold your jaw, pulling you off of his cock by your hair with the other. He’s looming over you—his dark hair spilling over his shoulders as he glares down at you, icy eyes staring into yours. 

“Open.” 

His voice is hoarse— deep. And so you comply, you don’t think twice. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth upon his command. 

Goro’s left hand entangles itself roughly in your hair, using his other hand to guide himself into your mouth again, pulling a little weakened whimper from your lips as he pushes himself down your throat, slowly guiding himself in. Aww. At least he’s being nice. 

Drool smeared on your flustered cheeks, tears glittering among your lashes, and your lips trembled with each pant as you took him in when he breaches the back of your throat. His fingers tighten their grip on your scalp as he forces your head down until his girthy cock entirely inside of your pretty mouth. You look up at him—your jaw beginning to strain a little bit, and you blink up at him with widened teary eyes. 

For Takemura, there’s just something about seeing your cute face nuzzled all the way down on him, something about such a dangerous mercenary being such a fuckin’ compliant little toy for him. He loves it—whether he’d ever actually admit it aloud or not. 

“Good, V..”  he mumbles quietly, his nostrils flaring. 

You can’t help the quiet moan that escapes from your lips in response. You take him in again— feeling Takemura begin to shove you down, before he hits the back of your throat again. You pull back with a gag this time, your breathing heavy and spit dripping down your chin. 

Goro’s grip on your scalp tightens— before he pulls you down again on his cock, refusing to give you even a second. He guides his cockhead into your mouth, before bottoming out in the back of your throat. 

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

You whimper against his aching cock as he begins to thrust into your mouth, fucking himself slowly in and out. “Mprrrrrmmmphhhh…” you groan against him, and at this point, a few tears have started to fall from your fluttering lashes, because fuck, Takemura was relentless. His hips thrust with a slow pace, but fuck, are they harsh. His metal fingertips dig into your scalp— and his deep grunts and occasional whispered curse only encourage your own arousal. 

As he continues to use you, you notice his hips are beginning to falter— his thrusts become more erratic, more unfocused, and through your blurry teary eyes, you look up at him— noticing his head is tipped back as he softly groans to the ceiling. 

But fuck, you can’t take it anymore. The slickness dripping from your thighs tells no lie— you need to fuck this man like you need to breathe fucking air. His throbbing cock in your mouth just isn’t enough— you need him. 

“Gorrrooooo…” You whine, noises muffled by him pulling you down to his groin. Fuck, he can’t resist your little begs and moans. He chastises himself internally for giving in, and he pulls you off by your hair— allowing his cock to pop out of your mouth. 

“What?” He glares down— teeth bared, eyebrows furrowed. It makes you shudder. 

“Wanna ride you..” You moan, pressing his wet cock to your cheek— looking up into his icy eyes as you press a kiss to the tip. “..Please?”

He towers over you for a brief moment, eyeing your quivering form below. You just look so fucking cute, salivia dripping from your lips and chin, face red, hair messy, on your knees— fuck. It takes him all he has to muster a response.  

“Not yet.”

You whine— and you’re regretting being so obedient for a moment, before he reaches down. pulling you harshly by your wrists, before ripping off his loose tie. He wraps the fabric around your wrists— tightly securing them, before hoisting you to your feet. 

“Now you may.”

You can’t believe your fucking ears. You immediately clamber into Takemura’s lap— wrapping your restrained arms around his broad shoulders. He’s so warm— the scent of his cologne is subtle, but god it fucking drives you insane. Your eyes trace from the black and grey hairs among his lower stomach, to his chiseled chest, to his cybernetic jaw, his scarred lips open slightly ajar in a pant. You lean in— your saliva covered lips grazing his. He leans back, his hands immediately trailing slowly down your body to lift up your hips. 

“Now, V.” He commands, and you obey. You position yourself above his stiff member, before allowing your hips to sink down. He angles his hips— and presses just the tip of his pretty cock in, before bottoming out in one swift movement. 

You’re immediately taken out— reduced to a whiny, moaning mess when he’s fully inside of you, and he moans back. Takemura remains still as you situate yourself, attempting to bring yourself back together after his initial entrance. He oh-so graciously allows you to rest your head in the crook of his neck, even though the tough metal poked into your skin. 

When he’s had enough of your panting, tired of your cunt clenching so deliciously around him, his metal fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips as he begins to rock your hips back and forth on his length, guiding your ass. 

“Fuck, Goro…” 

You moan, head pressed to the metal plating of his neck. You whine at the sharp smack he gives your ass, the stinging sensation vibrating through your body as he urges you to speed up. 

You swear you’re not usually this compliant. 

You’re fucking V. A fucking dangerous merc— the toughest of them all. And now here you are— moaning and drooling over Goro Takemura. It’s fucking laughable, but you can’t find it in yourseld to possibly disrespect or disobey him. He makes your heart flutter— makes your thighs clench together whenever he shoots you a glare. The least he deserves, and the least you deserve, is to let him have his way.  

Your hips crash into his, and for just a moment, time seems to slow around you. It’s a surreal moment— reddened neon lights frame your bodies, Takemura’s hair is splayed across his shoulders and back, sweat dripping down his face as he groans so so deeply, his fingertips digging into your hips as you desperately grind on him… it’s fucking insane. The room is basked in a sultry deep red, and it’s all but silent except for the lewd sloppy sounds of your wetness, and the pitchy, embarrassingly high moans you let out. 

You’re just bouncing on his length— he’s stuffing you full, and you just moan and whimper softly. You feel almost dizzy— your mind is fuzzy as he fucks himself into your tight hole with no remorse, and the stretch he made just felt so fucking good, you swear your brain’s on fucking fire. 

“You can take it, V.” He rasps, his hips ramming into yours. You’re beginning to lose the little strength you have left in your hips— he’s just too fucking good. Each hit comes to you like a shockwave— your mind beginning to simply malfunction from the pleasure alone. 

“I—ah—need..m-more..”

You whine, your tied hands still wrapped around his neck. He complies with a wolfish grin— using his right hand to reach up and cup your jaw. 

“More?” He repeats, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he forces you to meet his gaze. You nod as his icy eyes glare maliciously into yours. He’s fucking intimidating— he’s going buck-fucking-wild, his hips hammering up into yours as his fingernails leave scratches and red cresent-shaped marks, leaning foward to kiss your neck and collarbone to leave a masterpiece of blue and purple splotches. Who knew Goro Takemura could be so fucking dirty?

You can’t take it any more. You nod. The sounds of your sweet whines and moans for more echo off of the apartment walls, and Takemura lets out a little “s—shit” as he hits deeper, and the tight band building within your tummy is ready to snap at any moment. You’re truly just dumbfounded by him— dumbfounded by the sheer amount of pleasure and satisfaction he’s able to provide. 

Takemura can feel every fucking squeeze, every little defeated moan that reverberates throughout your body as he presses his lips to yours. It drives him insane— he’s needed reprise for so long. He’s needed this, needed you, just somebody— for so fucking long. 

And for in this moment, he wants for that to last. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull when Takemura angles his hips particularly deep, and you nearly allow yourself to just fall limp in his arms as he fucks you through your stupor. The way you pant against his skin, drool starting to fall from your lips, it drives him insane. 

He uses his strength to hold you down on his cock as he buries himself deep inside, an occasional whimper escaping his scarred lips. And every time he does, it’s like music to your ears— causing you to clench even tighter around his girthy length. You feel completely full as his spit-glazed cock tenderly rubs against your walls, hitting and jostling against the best and deepest of spots. 

The thick head of his tip rubs so deliciously against your insides, you can’t help but to drool and whine. You try to place little kisses along his metal plating, up to his cheek— purely unable to help yourself. 

“Goro, m’ close..”

You’re barely able to utter the words, and he stares up at you with his icy eyes as your hips continue to crash and roll into his. A little semblance of a smile escapes him, and his fingers entangle themselves in your hair once more as his other hand guides your waist.

“I know.”

Your mouth falls ajar at his words, soft “ah-ah-ahs” escaping your saliva-covered lips as you gush onto his lap. His hips continue hammering into yours, his cock beginning to throb inside of your pulsating wals. The sound of your sopping cunt echoes of the apartment walls, along with your weakened high-pitched moans and his deep grunts. He almost loses his cool when your tight cunt seals around his cock when you cum, but he refuses to slow the battering of his hips against yours. 

“I’m not done yet.”

Jesus fucking christ, did this old man have some fucking stamina. More than you, apparently. 

It’s easy for him to lower you to the bed, his nimble form sliding over yours, towering over you once again. His hands reach for your ankles, pulling your legs over his shoulders as your slick and remnants of your own cum continue to drip onto the sheets below. 

Takemura’s cock twitched, and with a deep groan he came inside. He had shoved his cock inside of you so deep, letting it press against your cervix before his cum spurted out, thick, warm, and milky. 

You look down at your swollen puffy lips enduring his abuse before he ultimately slows and finally hunches over you— a loud moan escaping his lips as his cock pulsates and throbs inside of your walls, finally letting you have it all, filling your cunt with hot and creamy cum. 

“Thank you..” You sob, remnants of your makeup sliding down your tears in blackened streaks as he continues to dump his load inside. 

He finally collapses then—his body weight was pressed against yours, making sure to keep your pretty ass filled. Ever so delicately, Goro, he rolled his hips against yours as he came down from his high, his breathing was heavy and so was yours.  

Your brain practically short-circuited, all you could possibly think about was him. Goro, Goro, Goro. Everything about him drove you fucking insane. 

Takemura finally pulled out, his eyes tethered to your stomach bulge, gaze lowering to your oozing cunt, just observing his seed dripping down from your tiny abused hole, dripping down to the curve of her beautiful ass. Fuck, he swore you looked so fucking cute; all naked, tears down her face as you whimpered and whined still. Goro pulled back from your trembling body, his gaze still on your sopping cunt, with two fingers he pushed his cum back inside before shoving himself back inside his pants, buckling his belt. 

As you flop over, he swiftly removes his tie from your wrists, before slipping it back around his neck. You’re too fucked-dumb to think— you just lay on your side panting, completely taken aback at the situation. 

“L-Leaving so.. hah… soon?” You hiccup. 

The shadow of a man says nothing. He straightens out his collar and tie, before bringing his hair back in one swift movement. You lay there, just staring back at the handsome man in front of you. 

He leans down, his cold, icy eyes just inches away from your own. 

“This is just business, V.” 

He turns away, adjusting himself as he immediately exits your apartment. 

It was immediately what you expected. 

He wasn’t obligated to stay. You knew he would immediately leave afterwards. 

But you’ll be damned, it still hurt. 

You expected it, and yet your heart still ached when he shut the pneumatic door with a swipe of his thumb— leaving your body alone in the dimly lit red room. 

But that’s just business, baby.

[lizzy019]

𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝐼𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃?

Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader [Reader is described as confident… for the plot]

cw -> light praise, fingering, p in v, light cum play

Word Count -> 1.2K

Sitting in the house aimlessly flicking through the TV channels, your eyes flutter lazily from exhaustion. It’s only 11:30 in the night, almost midnight.

The channel you’re watching currently shows nothing other than some drama show, but it tends to the ache of your boredom for the moment.

A sudden knock at your door has you jolt upright in bewilderment, but you shut off the TV and begrudgingly arise from your comfort on the sofa to go check who wanted your attention so late in the evening.

You unlock the door’s lock, swinging it open to see Johnny with a tired expression. Instantly, your back straightens as you look more presentable.

“Johnnycake! I didn’t expect to see you tonight. What’s up?” You asked benevolently, posture straight to push out your chest.

His eyes trail over your body mistakenly, taking in your lovely form in such comfy and careless attire. You’re so beautiful.. even with confidence oozing out of you.

“I- uh.. my parents are fightin’ again, wanted me to be the middleman and take the hits. Can I hang out here with ya, sugar?” He asked so politely, hands obviously fiddling in nervousness in his pockets.

You nodded with a warm smile, hand on his back as you pulled him in from the cold of the night’s wind. 

The way he so gingerly stumbled in from tripping over the little ledge on the door made you smile as you gently stabled him. 

You gently sat him on the sofa, replacing his jean jacket with a blanket to properly warm him. The next minute, you were cuddled by his side and let him use your chest as a pillow.

The two of you were all warm and snuggled, his hands occasionally coming to squeeze the flesh of your breasts.

This had you snickering occasionally, but also a tad bit nervous. To be honest, you were a bit of a prude.

“Johnny? What the hell are ya doin’?” You asked curiously, instantly reddening and panicking when he pulled down the shirt you were wearing just enough to have a breast pop out for him to access.

A surge of mortifying worry consumes you as he mouths your nipple, licking and sucking like it’s his damned lifeline. And honestly.. it was in a way.

All you provided for him was comfort and love, a place for him to stay in the midst of his life’s chaos. You were his everything, more than just physically, but also mentally and emotionally.

He wanted to pay you back.

Even if he was nervous too, you two started slow. Little kisses out of shyness until you both worked up courage to go farther.

You pulled away to tug at his shirt, signaling you wanted it off as he did as told. While he was scared to show bruises from his parents’ beatings, he loved and trusted you wholeheartedly.

A smile came to your lips, hands running all along his torso to simply admire him. Even if his ribcage was prominent from the lack of food in his household, he was still so handsome.

Johnny’s hands came to your shirt to take it off, but your hands flung to stop him. He got confused real quick.

“Huh? Baby, what’s a’matter? Somethin’ wrong, sugar?” He asked so softly, with so much concern too.

You could only give a shy chuckle, stumped but inevitably giving in to his word. You were embarrassed. Sure, you had confidence, but he was out of your league!

“I.. I’m fine, I promise! I’m just a bit nervous..” You assured him, one hand on his cheek while the other held his wrists from getting your shirt off.

Oh, his expression couldn't get sweeter. Eyes once filled with fear were now warm and comforting, hands moving to gently cup your hips and press the sweetest kiss to your soft mouth.

“Baby, I took mine off n you know how I feel about my body.. Can I see yours too? No judgment, promise.” He assured you with the sweetest tone.

How could you possibly say no to him of all people?

With a hesitant nod of your head and that benevolent smile on your lips, he gently took off your little tee and let his eyes widen.

“Damn sugar, what a sight.” 

Your face gets hot with embarrassment, a soft giggle escaping your throat as he kisses you more emotionally. Not lustfully or passionately, more like he feels lucky and cherishes you.

Kisses have turned into hickeys and love bites, his hand meticulously massaging your swollen clit as your hand comes to play with his cute pink nipples.

This lasts for who knows how long, and eventually he can’t take it anymore and chucks his pants off.

Your face gets hot in embarrassment and fear, what if he doesn't like it? What if it doesn't feel good for him?

You were shy and nervous, worried about things you knew you shouldn't worry about. Before you could protest, it was like a sword was sheathed on a pedestal, and his cock was inside your walls.

It was sharp pain for a moment, a cry escaping you before everything seemed to get better.

“Oh baby, yes! Feels so good, oh God-!” Johnny hiccuped through moans and gasps, hands finding your waist and holding you tight.

Writhing in the pleasure, you squirm and moan, lash out and cry, it was mind numbing how good this felt.

Sure, your mortification was prominent, but Johnny’s words did a lot to assure you of your preciousness. He was moaning your name, how could you feel otherwise?

The cord in your stomach began tightening, and it was doing the same to your inner walls. Pussy cramping his cock had him shivering, a guttural groan resonating deep from his throat.

“Oh sugar, I’m gettin’ close! Where do ya want it? You on the pill?” He asked in a flurry, eyes nearly spewing tears from the pleasure.

His question made your mind tense in worry, but you were on birth control so it wouldn't be bad. You nodded your head to signal that you were indeed on the pill, hands finding his shoulders while your nails dug little crescent shapes into the flesh.

“Inside.. it’s okay, do it inside! Oh fuck, Johnny!” You cried out, with what little energy you had left as your orgasm hit you like a wall.

The pleasure had you dizzy, lightheaded from so much emotion and physical enjoyment that your mind just couldn't keep up.

Your orgasm obviously made him climax as well, and he shot his load deep to paint your walls white. It was nice in a way, being so close with someone other than a friend.

Johnny looked at your core oozing his cum and your own, and as if it was instinct, he scooped some out with two fingers and smeared it on your makeup.

While this had you stunned and a bit disgusted, the look on his face showed pure amazement and joy from such a sight.

It was now 1 in the morning, you two cuddled up in your bed after a shower that you shared together. It was cramped, but it was cozy.

Johnny was constantly smiling at you, even with his damned eyes closed. You were so gorgeous, how could he resist a few peeks of his loveliest?

You’d fallen asleep, too tired from such a pleasure filled night to care about anything anymore.

“Sweet dreams, sugar.” Was all you heard before you fully drifted off into a heavenly sleep.

[asskickedbygirl]

Hello I have jealous Knoxville brain rot and I was wondering if you could write a Knoxville x fem!reader where the reader is bams best friend and they grew up skating together attached at the hip but Johnny is fully into the reader and she’s into Johnny (he does not see this) but he thinks she and bam are going to date because everyone thinks they would make the perfect couple. It can take whatever direction you would prefer from there I just would die for some pining jealous Knox 😭

Going Up

[Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]

Desc: Anon covered it but I made it smutty! As in elevator sex smutty...

A/n: need to put eyeliner on johnny rn. also I'm trying to do something different in all of my smuts so they don’t get boring or repetitive to write so lmk if you like it!! comments and reblogs make my day fr <3

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, public sex (sort of), alcohol

3.4k words

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Bam and you were fucking around on your boards, doing stupid tricks and just wasting time until you were called to set. You always thought it was stupid that your call times were so early when you were never really needed until the afternoon at least. Nonetheless you showed up, bored and hungover. 

“Fuck I’ve almost got it.” You bitched, irritated that you couldn’t succeed in the easiest tricks when your head was throbbing from the night before. Bam laughed, 

“Yeah, sure you do.” This earned him a prompt thump on the arm from your fist, your teeth grinding. 

“Shut up, dickhead.” He still laughed, only holding the site of injury this time. He looked up behind you and raised his eyebrows. You spun around to see who he was looking at only to see Johnny Knoxville staring over at the two of you, quickly shifting his gaze once you spotted him, pretending he wasn’t looking. 

“Hmmm.” Bam hmmmed. 

“What?” You asked, skating in circles around him. 

“He’s got the hots for you.” 

You rolled your eyes, “You think everyone’s got the hots for me.” 

“Because they do!” 

You scoffed, “Your ego for me is bigger than my own. No one even asks me out anymore.” 

“That’s ‘cause they think we’re dating.” 

You pouted in contemplation. “I guess. Well why won’t you date me then?!” You brought your arms around Bam’s neck in mockery as you skated past him, laughing as he attempted to shoo you off. You planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek like a drunken aunt. 

“You’re gross. You’re like my sister, freak.” You giggled as Bam attempted to wipe your spit off his face, arms still wrapped around him.

Johnny swallowed thickly as he observed you acting all coupley with Bam, sipping the crappy cup of coffee he got from the catering table when Ryan wandered over to him and looked to see what he was gawking at. He sighed, 

“You know they’re not dating, right?” Johnny was snapped out of his daze upon hearing his voice. 

He cleared his throat, “What? Oh, uh. Yeah.” He scratched the back of his head, feeling caught. He bit his lip, looking back over to you, his heart beating a little faster the wider you smiled. 

“She probably likes you dude. There’s not many women that don’t.” Johnny took another sip from his styrofoam cup, eyes still on you, shrugging. Ry just shook his head, chuckling under his breath. He patted Johnny reassuringly on his shoulder and walked away, leaving him to yearn a little longer. You glanced up to see Johnnys eyes still drinking you in. You smiled and waved at him jokingly, causing his cheeks to flush as he hobbled off. Maybe he does have the hots for you after all.

“She probably likes you dude. There’s not many women that don’t.” Johnny took another sip from his styrofoam cup, eyes still on you, shrugging. Ry just shook his head, chuckling under his breath. He patted Johnny reassuringly on his shoulder and walked away, leaving him to yearn a little longer. You glanced up to see Johnnys eyes still drinking you in. You smiled and waved at him jokingly, causing his cheeks to flush as he hobbled off. Maybe he does have the hots for you after all.

A few days later you were in your hotel room applying your makeup, ready to go hit the bars after filming on location in New York. Bam and you were sharing, not the same bed but still, it didn’t help the rumours. You carefully lined your lips with liner as Bam lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, bored out of his tree waiting on you. 

“The bars are gonna be fucking closed by the time we leave.” You rolled your eyes, rubbing your lips together and tousling your hair. 

“It’s not even eleven yet. We’re gonna be early freak.” Bam pushed himself off the mattress,

 “Fuck this, I’m leaving with Ryan it’s too late to be this sober.” 

He grabbed his jacket and key card and swung the door open only to be met with a tall figure, hand raised and ready to knock. 

“Johnny.” Bam spoke, leading you to snap your head to take a look at the supposed man at your door. 

“Hey.” The often confident man’s voice wavered awkwardly, as if he had been caught in a trap. Bam leaned back to look at you, then back to Johnny, smiling like an idiot.

 “I was about to head with Ryan, you can come if you want or uh…” Bam raised his brows suggestively, something you didn’t spot. Johnny cleared his throat and swallowed thickly, contemplating for a moment whether or not he wanted to let it out that he’d rather stay with you. 

“I can stay with her while she gets ready. Bring you down if you want.” He called out to you, biting the bullet. You flicked your hair away from your face, grinning, 

“Sure. I’ll be ready in a minute anyways.” Bam shrugged and left the two of you to it, Johnny stumbling in and seating himself on the edge of your bed, observing you through the mirror as you smudged some more eyeliner in your waterline.

“That looks like it hurts. Is it not going into your eye?!” Johnny gritted his teeth together while you giggled. 

“I’m used to it. Here let me put some on you.” You held the eyeliner pencil between your fingers and turned to face him though his hands were already raised up, refusing.

“Oh come on! It doesn’t hurt and you can wash it off if you really hate it!” You flashed your best puppy dog eyes which ultimately worked as he simply couldn’t say no to you when you looked like that. He rolled his eyes as you grinned, moving closer to him. His breath hitched as your knees brushed against his, hands holding himself up as he leaned back slightly, eyes peering up at you. You took your bottom lip between your teeth in concentration and rested your hand against his cheek, Johnny swallowing right after. You used your thumb to pull his eye down just a tad, enough to see his waterline and went right in to apply it, accidentally poking him straight in the eye. 

“Ow!” The jabbed exclaimed, pulling away from you and holding his hand over his eye dramatically. 

You rolled you eyes. “Alright sorry. It was only a poke! C’mere it didn’t even get in your waterline.” Johnny was about to protest but felt he couldn’t once you pulled his face forward again forcefully, tongue poking out of your mouth as you concentrated on the task at hand.

He looked up to the ceiling and pretended the situation wasn’t incredibly uncomfortable as your raised leg kneeled on his lap in order to get the job done, face so close to his own as you tediously worked on coating his under eyes with black eyeliner. He couldn’t help but let his eyes drift to take you in, somehow you looked even more beautiful when you were in concentration. Your eyes met his and you smiled with your brows knitted together, a little unsure on why he was gawking once again. Well not really unsure, you were fairly sure. As you got back to it, Johnny posed a question,

“So you do this with Bam a lot huh?” You rolled your eyes at the insinuation of it. 

“Well yeah, ever since he saw Ville with it he begs me to do it all the time. He fucks it up whenever he tries to put it on himself.” You pulled the pencil away to admire your work as the first eye seemed done. 

“Looks good.” You smile, Johnny trying to move his head to take a look in the mirror but your hand pulling his face away. 

“Not yet. Lemme do the other one.” You repeated your movements of pulling his eye down slightly with your thumb to do the next one, brows knitted together.

Johnny looked up to you, sunken eyes boring into your face. 

“So you and Bam huh?” You scoffed, that was a sentence you heard practically everyday. 

“No. Not me and Bam. How long have I known you at this stage?!” 

Johnny smiled. “I dunno. You’re sharing a hotel room so.” His southern voice drawled. You continued penciling in the makeup. 

“Different beds idiot. MTV’s budget must be tight this year.” 

Johnny bit his lip. “So there’s nothing going on there.” 

You shook your head, “Nothing.” That’s when you finished the job, pulling away to admire your work. 

“Not bad huh?” This time you allowed Johnny to look at himself, standing up to get closer to the mirror. 

“Christ I look ridiculous.” 

You laughed, “No you don’t! This is so in right now.” You folded your arms and came up to the mirror as well to look at his face through the reflection. 

“Yeah it’s in for twenty year olds. I’m old remember?” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re only like nine years older than me.”

Johnny flashed you a ‘careful’ look, but you smiled it off. He looked fucking hot if you were being honest, and that little crush you had on him was coming back in full force. You bit your lip as you and Johnny stared at each other for a little too long until he bustled off to the bathroom to attempt to scrub the liner off. His efforts were almost futile, a faint black still present in his waterline. 

“That’s hot! No, seriously it looks good like that.” Johnny sighed as he realised he’d have to go out with a trace of makeup on his face. 

“Are girls gonna think I’m gay?” 

You laughed, shaking your head. “Well you’ll have me on your arm so, hopefully not.” Johnny raised his brow at you but you ignored him, grabbing your purse, ready to hit the bars.

The bar everyone was meeting at was busy and bustling, a live band playing. You and Johnny arrived together of course and hit the bar immediately to get some drinks, already far too sober compared to the likes of Chris and Steve-o. You sat together in slightly close quarters, chatting amongst yourselves. You were enjoying his company, he smelled nice and the more you drank the more flirty you got. You had already punched Steve-o square in the arm when he made a dumb comment about Johnny’s ‘new look’ and an hour later his arm was draped over you. That was until Bam stumbled over to you all, clearly very drunk. 

“You have to come dance with me. Now!” He reached out and grabbed your hand, forcing you up and away from your arm candy. 

“Hey!” You called out but Bam was already pulling you onto the dance floor, hands grabbing your waist to dance with you.

You reluctantly pulled your arms up around Bam’s shoulders. Sure you loved to dance but when you did with Bam and you were drunk, the rumours were only set ablaze. You tried to catch Johnnys eyes as you swung your hips, only seeing him grit his teeth and practically glare at Bam. Was he… jealous? You looked at your dance partner who was too inebriated to have any sort of spatial awareness, simply blindly moving you around. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted an attractive looking girl dancing by herself and so you hatched a plan. As Johnny continued to glare you pushed Bam off of you and practically shoved him towards the other girl. 

“This is Bam!” You called out to her and she looked rather thrilled, must’ve been a fan. 

As the new couple began to dance once more you strutted over towards Johnny who was now looking at you like a deer in the headlights.

“Come on. You wanna dance with me right? Well dance with me now!” You slipped your hand in his and pulled him up, dragging him behind you as you set off for the floor. 

Johnny was in slight shock, his hands finding their way to your waist in a daze as you brought your arms around his neck, moving your hips with the beat. You looked up to Johnny and flashed a smug grin, 

“Were you jealous Knoxville?” 

Johnny blushed, laughing and shaking his head.

“So what if I was?”

You smiled even wider, taking Johnny’s hand from your waist and moving it down to cup your ass.

“You don’t need to be.” 

You chewed your lip as his hands felt you up on the dance floor, not caring that people might see your skirt riding up and exposing your ass. Johnny looked especially attractive as he appeared almost flustered, cheeks burning red and eyes blown out. As the music changed you moved yourself around so your back was pressed against his chest, letting his arms drape around you and push you closer to him, feeling the outline of his dick press into your ass. You grinded to the beat of the loud music, feeling his breath on your neck and his stubble grazing your skin. It felt almost too intimate right there in the middle of all the bodies, sweaty and drunk, but god did you want him. You placed your hand over Johnny’s as it pressed into your stomach to hold you there and turned around so you could whisper in his ear,

“Wanna get out of here?” 

Johnny only nodded, allowing you to lead him away from the crowds and out of the bar towards your hotel. Boy were you glad it was so close by as the desperation was radiating off of your hot bodies, clammy hands holding each other as you made your way through the streets, no talking necessary. 

You both smiled politely at the receptionists as you wandered inside the hotel, trying to act as if you weren’t as desperate as you’d ever been, silently praying no stranger would join you in the elevator on your way up. Alas you were left alone, standing side by side as the doors shut. One second later Johnny flipped himself around and slammed his lips onto yours, forcing his leg between yours so they were parted and making out with you roughly. Your hands flew up to hold his face, letting out quiet whimpers as he took you with such force. His hands were already roaming over your body, fisting the fabric of the back of your skirt in his hand and pulling it up. If you didn’t know him any better you’d think he was about to fuck you in the elevator.

That’s when you felt it jolt, stopping on whatever floor you were on. You opened your eyes and pulled away from Johnny’s mouth in a panic, thinking something had broken but instead you were met with his hand over the emergency stop button, manical grin on his face. You covered your mouth with your hand, half shocked but entirely bemused.

“Are you serious?!” You laughed, completely bewildered.

“Couldn’t wait any longer.” is all he said, immediately diving back in to kiss you once more.

As your skirt had already been pushed up over your ass, in fact bunched up around your waist, Johnny’s fingers were smoothly tucked into the band of your panties, waiting for the moment he could finally pull them down. He took the opportunity as soon as your hand reached down to palm him over his pants, pushing your body against the wall of the elevator at the same time. You let out a groan as you frantically unbuckled his pants, him eventually giving in and shoving them down to pool around his ankles instead. 

After some more hot and heavy making out, you felt Johnny’s hard cock press into the inside of your thigh and so you took matters into your own hands, freeing the member and urging him to fuck you against the cool metal walls of the box. You moaned as he entered you, his stubbly chin grazing your neck and lips kissing the skin tenderly as he began bucking his hips forward. He dug his thumbs into the skin of your waist to hold you still, your arms wrapping around his neck to brace yourself the faster he went. 

Johnny’s grunts and your whimpers echoed around the elevator, it even jolted slightly with every thrust and it almost felt surreal that heart throb Johnny Knoxville was fucking you in a hotel elevator. You hid your girlish grin in the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking on it all the while. 

“You think Bam could fuck me like this?” You whispered into his ear.

Sure it was evil but god did you love provoking the men that fucked you, it just makes everything more fun. Johnny laughed, more of a ‘fuck you’ sort of chuckle but he laughed nonetheless.

“You gonna talk about Bam while I’m balls deep inside of you?”

Johnny pulled his lips away from your neck to look you in the eye, yours as blown out as his. You grinned playfully.

“Well this means you don’t have to be jealous anymore. Your eyeliners fucking hot by the way” 

Johnny laughed.

“Shut up.”

He continued to fuck you hard, his thrusts only increasing in pace and his moans only getting louder along with yours. It wasn’t long until he got you to that familiar place, head leaning back against the wall as you were worked to the edge.

“Fuck I’m gonna come.” You managed to get out between pants, holding onto your breath as you felt the sensation creep forward. 

Johnny continued his relentless pace until you came hurtling down, the wave of pleasure washing over you and making your legs shake. The feeling of you tightening around Johnny made his breath hitch as you brought him closer to the edge.

“Can I come inside you baby?” 

You nodded, head still reeling from your orgasm. Johnny gripped your hips tightly, pushing even further into you as he came with a loud groan into your neck, the hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

The two of you remained in the same place, panting and fucked out, sweat dripping from your foreheads. Johnny’s head was still buried in the crook of your neck.

“You alright there?” You laughed, poking his cheek.

He pulled away grinning.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” 

You both laughed until Johnny kissed you again, your heads all foggy.

“You know we can do this again once we’re out of this elevator right?” You pulled away once his kisses got more needy, practically ready for round two already when his dick was growing soft inside you. 

He laughed as he pulled out of you, the sensation making you wince slightly. 

“Sorry.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

He bent down to help pull your panties back up and smooth your skirt out after buckling up his own pants. He fixed himself up a little more before pressing the emergency stop button once again as well as another button.

“Shit.” He muttered. 

“What?!”

Johnny bared his teeth.

“I accidentally pressed the reception floor.” 

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“Christ I hope those poor workers don’t see us again.” 

Just as you attempted to fix up your hair the doors opened to reveal none other than Bam Margera himself, arm sleazily hung over the same girl you threw him at on the dance floor. You and Johnny must’ve looked like a deer in headlights right then but Bam was far too drunk and oblivious to notice just yet.

“Oh hey guys!” He grinned, entering with his new chick, her hand dragging over his chest.

“Weird the elevator wasn’t working for a minute. What were you guys doing already in here, I thought you left like thirty minutes ago?” Bam asked but his face dropped once it dawned on him.

He observed the pair of you, your makeup all messed up with tangled hair, skirt all wrinkled and Johnny with his messy hair and lipstick stains coating his neck and collar. 

“Oh.” 

“Let’s not.” You interjected before Bam could say anything that would make your skin crawl. 

The rest of the elevator ride was painfully awkward and silent, even Bam’s girl noticing the horrible tension. Once you finally reached your floor after what felt like forever Bam spoke up.

“So uhh... can we take our room or do you want to-” 

“Take our room.” You sputtered, leaving the damn elevator as soon as possible and darting towards Knoxville’s room, desperate to escape. 

End.

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[prettyyoungandbored]

Needy - Johnny Knoxville

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Fem!Reader (goes by Babydoll)

Warnings: This chapter contains sexual references and alludes to sex. There is also a v slight Daddy kink. It’s a touch spicy. Read at your own risk.

Author’s Note: Without giving too much away, the following was inspired by a real life prank that aired featuring Johnny.

NOT MY GIF

Johnny had no idea what was going on with Y/N. She kept shifting in the passenger seat and looking out the window. Her hands were buried in between her thighs.

Whenever he asked if she was ok, she’d hum and nod her head.

Maybe she had to go to the bathroom? Maybe she was getting sick?

“Need me to pull over, Babydoll?” he asked.

“Nope. I just wanna get to the hotel.”

“Ok then.”

He tried not to think too much of it, chalking it up to maybe she was just tired.

Meanwhile, Y/N was struggling. It took every ounce of her being not to throw herself at him. She’d been that way for the last couple hours.

She and Johnny had gone to a bar where he was teaching her how to play pool. He was in his element and sweet Jesus, was it a turn on for her. She watched as he flexed his arms while holding the pool stick, tongue peeking out in concentration.

He had been working out a bit at home. Nothing major, just lifting weights. It’s results dawned on her tonight and it took everything in her not to want to pounce on him right then and there.

Instead, however, she responded with touches to his arm and kisses on his cheek. He didn’t respond much, with the exception of rubbing her lower back.

It was easy to hold back in public. Now that they were alone, she just wanted to get him into the hotel room.

Her heart raced as she pulled her lips back. Her restraint was killing her inside.

The second they would get into their hotel room, she would pounce on him. She could feel it.

They pulled into the hotel parking lot and Johnny put the car in park. She went to open the door when she felt his hand on her thigh.

“What’s really going on with you?” Johnny asked. His eyes were laced with concern and slight fear that he’d done something wrong.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

She grabbed his face and smashed her lips against his. For a brief second, he didn’t kiss back as he tried to process what the fuck just occurred. But somehow, he picked it up and began kissing her back a little harder.

She crawled over to him, straddling his waist as she continued to kiss him. The way she sat down on his groin elicited a groan out of her, releasing a bit of tension that had built up inside.

She whimpered which caused Johnny to pull back. “Babydoll, what’s-.”

“I need you to fuck me,” she exhaled. “Either in here or in our room. I don’t care where.”

Johnny’s smirk widened. “You mean to tell me you were horny this entire time?”

“PJ, I’m not fucking around here.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s take this inside so we don’t give anyone a show.”

She groaned but nodded. “Let’s just hurry.”

They got out of the car as she hurried toward the front door. Johnny fought back laughter as he followed her closely behind.

They darted toward the elevator as Y/N silently prayed they would have it to themselves. Once she got a taste of him in the car, she found herself craving his touch again.

Luck was on her side when it was clear they would have the elevators to themselves. The second the doors, closed she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again.

This time, however, he did not hesitate. He grabbed a handful of her hair on the back of her head with one hand as the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him.

He could feel his pants growing tighter by the second. Hopefully no one was hanging out in the hallway.

“Jesus you’re needy, baby,” he mumbled in between kisses.

“Is that a problem?”

He softly chuckled. “Not at all.”

Johnny kissed with a sense of urgency, which Y/N loved more than anything. He treated every kiss as if it was both the first and the last kiss they would share.

When he was in the kind of mood he was currently in, the kisses were desperate.

Just as his tongue was about to ask for permission, he pulled back. “Shit! I forgot to get more condoms.”

She waved her hand. “It’s ok. You can just pull out tonight.”

His dark eyes grew wide. “You serious?”

“Baby, please don’t do this to me,” she whined, throwing her head back. “I need you so bad.”

Johnny tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her back so they were eye level.”

“I know, cutie,” he said, hunger in his eyes. “I’m gonna take real good care of you.”

The elevator door opened and he led her through the hall. He opened the door to the hotel room.

“Get in there and get undressed for Daddy,” he purred.

She giggled and ran toward the bed when she let out at big scream.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Johnny hurried over to find a shirtless Don Vito lying on their bed. He not only wore his own underwear but he also had a pair of Johnny’s now torn boxers. The man was also surrounded by wing bones and wing sauce that was splattered all over the previously crispy white sheets.

“Hiya sweetheart!” he greeted with a big smile.

Johnny threw his head back laughing. “Holy shit, man!”

“Look, I’ve got your boxers on!” Don said, positing to the fully stretched out white boxers that clung onto his thighs.

Johnny continued to laugh as Y/N stood there, enraged. She normally didn’t mind their antics, but tonight was not the night.

“GET THE FUCK OUT VITO!” she screamed.

“Whoa! Hey now!” the man said as he got off the bed. “No need to yell.”

Just then, Johnny grabbed Don Vito’s wallet off the counter and ran out of the hotel room.

With the room all to herself, Y/N sighed in defeat. She walked over to the phone on the nightstand and dialed the front desk.

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you, but we need clean sheets and pillows in room 304.”

Real life video: https://www.reddit.com/r/jackass/comments/10gckak/johnny_knoxville_vs_don_vito/

[hawkepockets]

okay now i am introducing my v for real 👇😡

📋 full name: vi shui tao

vi is her family name, but enough americans misunderstood that she got sick of it and “v” is more intimidating for a merc to go by than “taotao.”

👩🏻‍💼 backstory: corpo

born in shanghai to a large family employed by kang tao. v’s parents, who were bodyguard and stylist to the kang tao ceo’s wife, brought her along for an extended work trip to night city as a child. they sold out to arasaka, releasing a cyberware-frying daemon into their boss’s hotel room, in exchange for a full ride at arasaka academy for their daughter. both parents succumbed to the virus along with their employer, and v was left alone in california with nothing but the scholarship they’d applied for with their lives.

her relatives back home encouraged her to stay in america and use the opportunity, so she rose to deputy head of arasaka counterintel at a young age (though not as young as “canon” V—she’s in her 30s!) and doesn’t have many detailed memories of china or her extended family. though when they do surface, she tends to get red-faced, teary, and sullen… SHE’S FINE ON HER OWN!

🐭 she is a professional thief, a coward, and a rat and has an awful case of internalized misogyny, but also a strict code of honor, in her own way. it’s not often legible to people who don’t know her well - but she doesn’t kill anyone but scavs if she can help it and considers the relationships between clients, mercs, and fixers sacrosanct.

when he wasn’t calling her chica, or “corpo-rat” out of abject disappointment in how she’d turned out, jackie called her “mousie.”

🔧 +20 technical skill! a talented combat netrunner and huge know-it-all about tech.

🎹 used to be the keyboardist and tech for a band while in school. the other musicians all flamed out or left night city as they were serious about the anti-establishment messaging in their songs, while v stayed behind, locked in on her career and determined to sell out. she never found another band, unless you count samurai, but put her speaker-whispering skills to use a few times as a roadie for extra eds. has always thought frontmen were full of shit and annoying. ESPECIALLY rockerboys. ick.

cannot sing at all.

she really admires nancy/bes isis, which makes johnny reconsider how much he’s overlooked samurai’s pulitzer prize winning keyboardist, the only band member with the skillset to make a material political difference in the city.

💬 socially inept, runs very hot and cold. will be unavailable, blunt, and short-spoken for long stretches, then suddenly say smth florid and intimate or pull a brutal cold read on someone out of nowhere. known for her offputting signature maneuver of kissing a friend on the cheek then immediately exiting the conversation. a smug, sourpuss skeptic in all things.

⛩️ neighborhood: japantown

❤️ best friends: takemura, alex, judy, mitch, and RONALD “RONNIE” P.T. MALONE!

🚩 got together with river mostly just to antagonize johnny by fucking a cop. quickly realized she found river boring and felt worse about using him than she’d thought as he was actually kind of a relentlessly good guy. cheated on him with judy, never told him, let him think his terminally ill gf died a saint and never ever mentioned the silverhand thing. she adores judy’s company but ultimately it’s all silverV triangulation. sorry.

🚬 in love with johnny, since he apologized for the initial violating behavior and she stopped thinking of him as a parasite. (it was a particularly sensitive subject for this v, who had already contended emotionally with an unwanted pregnancy while at saka and had a hard time separating her feelings about the engram from her regrets about the fetus.)

they never ease off the negging, but can both feel each other’s rush of affection at the sound of an irritating voice in their head, so it lacks bite. she’s wanted him to survive and take the body for far longer than she’d admit to herself, to him, or to any of the people who want her to make it out of night city. she’d rather be him than herself, though. but he doesn’t want to be himself alone.

it’s weird. they’re weird. i actually hate them.

🏯 after arasaka fired her, she took very little convincing that the corporation deserved to burn. that johnny was actually competent enough to burn it, and achieve more than just a forgettable murder-suicide? took a lot more convincing.

she never once fully believed in one of the cures offered to her, though. she just had to go through the motions of self-preservation.

🏍️ cannot drive a car. never learned. she exclusively drove jackie’s arch until getting johnny’s porsche back from arasaka, by which point johnny’s muscle memory had bled into her body enough that she could handle just that car. exclusively just that car. please stop making her drive other people’s vehicles.

🕶️ at first, it was obvious who was controlling the body because although both were smokers and both had a mean smirk, johnny always wore reflective aviators while v had her oversized kitschy red sunglasses. later, they started wearing each other’s sunglasses while fronting, to feel less alone and separate. johnny still has hers to this day of course. and doesn’t do anything weird while wearing them…

🍶 endings: king of cups + temperance

[vince-linder]

Christmas Exchange!

As part of the lovely cyberpunk xmas exchange, I got to write a lil piece for @mango-parfait :DD Hope my little idea suits what you was picturing :3 _________________________

Still early in the morning, the household of V and Johnny was already awake and getting ready for the day. Johnny, as so often, sitting in the living room on the couch, his guitar in his lap and a cigarette dangling between his lips. He was just scribbling some notes to a song down, before he tried another riff on the guitar, crossing out the previous notes just to try it another way once more. V was in the bathroom, styling himself up and deciding what he was gonna wear for today. It would probably, as so very often, end with him wearing his favorite red jacket, which was fitting so nicely to his bright yellow optics.

“It was at 8 pm, right?” V's voice echoed through the apartment, hoping his partner would hear or answer him, even when the rockerboy was busy on his guitar. And it only took a moment before the answer came. “Yeah, that's what Kerry said.” V nodded to himself, taking a short look into the mirror and brushing once more through his hair. 8 pm, at Afterlife. More than enough time to do a lot of stuff together. He left the bathroom, fully dressed in his usual gear, placing a soft kiss on Johnny’s bearded cheek as he passed him. Just as he wanted to say something else, his phone was ringing. Seeing that it was Regina who called, made V accept the call with a worried expression, while he started to pace through the room. Johnny made only an unhappy grunt, watching his partner pace through their shared apartment, he could tell from his frown alone, that this was no ‘Merry christmas, enjoy the holidays’ call. After all, they were living in Night City, and Night City was always busy with Merc work, even just before christmas. Maybe also, because most of its citizens wouldn’t really celebrate this old holiday. In the end, it was Johnny’s fault that he and V would celebrate with the rest of their friends, there was still a somewhat nostalgic feeling towards Christmas at Johnny’s end and with that he invested all around him to spend the holidays together,letting work be just for a few days at the end of the year. V was doing his best to shift all his work away from the next few days, but sometimes, things went different than planned, especially in Night City. “A fucking what now, in City Center?”, Vs gaze shifted to Johnny for a moment, making a grimace, before he listened again to the caller. Whatever it was Johnny was really hoping V would decline this dumb gig and hold up to his promises. Slowly Johnny stood up from his place on the couch to get closer to V and may pick up one or two pieces from his call. Lazily he slung an arm around Vs waist and tried his best to understand what was going on. “... a Cyberpsycho. Rambling through … stores.” A deep sigh left the rockerboy, V wouldn’t deny that case at all. He would always take serious gigs like that, at any time of day or night. They discussed over and over again, that it never could be more important than his night sleep, or planned meetups with their friends, only to always end it with V being clear about it. Gigs like that always had top priority for V. Crossing his arms in front of his chest he watched V closely with an annoyed expression. “Yeah sure, I am on my way, Regina. Give you a call once I get him down.”, V ended the call and looked over at Johnny, an apologetic smile on his face. “Don’t look at me like this, J. It’s not a big thing for me, but maybe could save a bunch of people in his hood.” “We were clear with this.”, Johnny turned his back to V, his arms still crossed and his voice showing far too well his annoyance “Not a single gig on the holidays. For once.”

“I know, Johnny. But come on. I cannot say no in a situation like this. I promise, it will go smoothly and I will be back right in time when we head out to the Christmas meetup.” A deep sigh left the rockerboy again, as he looked over his shoulder at V. He couldn’t really voice what was making him so uneasy about this all, but the feeling just wouldn’t leave him. Still, he nodded it off. “Fine. But I swear to god, if you are not on time, I'm gonna punch you in the dick.” “Damn it, fine!”, in a playful attempt to surrender, V raised his hands and smiled at Johnny. As always he felt the concern from Johnny, but they wouldn’t talk about it, they never did. “I promise I will be back in no time.”

Hours went by, and still not a single message or call from V. This wasn’t the usual way V handled stuff. But today pretty much nothing was really usual at all. Johnny's gaze was glued to the windows as he really couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was snowing. Here in Night City, just as if this was some cute little Christmas Wonder. But with all the years without snow, this unusual weather turned the city into even more chaos. Drivers weren’t used to handling their vehicles in this weather, nor did most people have anything good to wear for the sudden cold. A slow sigh left the rockerboy as he shifted his gaze from the window to his phone. Still no message, no call. Johnny was worried about V, but coped it with being angry, like he always did. V promised to make it in time and was already late, of course he was. “Fucking snowfall. Bet that’s just some marketing gig from a Corp. Disgusting, they really use everything to make their sales go up. Fucking corpo rats.” 

He searched through their wardrobe, picking up a few sweaters and jackets that look somewhat warm, but neither he nor V had much clothes against the cold, as it was pretty unusual by now. In the end he picked a black sweater without much on it and a fur-lined leather jacket he found deep down behind all the summery clothing. Another quick gaze on his phone, still no message from V, and he headed out to meet up with the others at Afterlife. Hopefully V will join him soon. If not, he would have to search for him. A sudden wave of negative thoughts, what may have happened to V hitted Johnny, as an especially cold wind gust blew into his face, making him feel the freezing cold far too well. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the bad thoughts. As he was slowly walking through the city, watching the snow settle on everything and lulling the city in a certain kind of silence. Johnny could remember his childhood days, before all this chaos emerged in his life. Just playing in the snow, throwing snowballs with his friends or building a snowman with the most goofy design. After a short walk, that was surprisingly refreshing, Johnny reached the Afterlife. Without much problem he got inside and already could spot their friends at one of the big corner tables, sitting together and talking about whatever. Johnny took a deep breath before he slowly headed towards them. “Hee Johnny, you finally arrived. Where’s your better half?” Kerry asked towards him in a mocking tone and made room for Johnny to sit down next to him. From Rogue he got a mug with steaming hot cocoa, he took a long sip and noticed the sudden silence around him. “What?” “Is V.. not coming?” Misty’s voice already showed deep concern. It wasn’t usual that one would appear without the other. Johnny made an annoyed huff, placing the mug back on the table. “Dumbass is just late, like always. What else do you expect from him?”, his voice was snarky and angry, hiding far too well his own concern for V and his well being. “Did you hear from him? The kid will absolutely not be used to this weather.” “Nah. And not gonna call after him, not his babysitter.”, Johnny fumbled for his pack of cigarettes and lit one up, taking a long deep breath from the cigarette. He never asked for permission for doing so, and got angry gazes for it. But his mind was filled with concern for V. An hour. V was an hour over the time, and with every passing minute Johnny got more agitated. He couldn’t really follow the conversation anymore, his leg twitching nervously up and down. Only Kerry seemed to notice his behavior, but also kept his mouth shut about it. Still not a single message from V. Johnny only picked up several accidents and problems the news were talking about in the background, more than usual, because this weather was pure mayhem for Night City. Finally the door swung open, echoing against the wall with a deep thud and made once more fall everyone silent. Without any word V came to the table of his friends and partner and sat down next to Johnny. He looked exhausted and like shit, here and there stains of the works he just did.

“Where the fuck have you been?”Johnny lowered his voice but the anger was clear in it. 

“Eh. After the Psycho, there were a bunch of problems because of this… this white shit. People are going crazy in the city. Trying to eat it, sell it, telling stories how this is a sign that the world is ending. You know the drill. I helped to get a few hoods back under control.”, V gladly took the hot cocoa from the table and took a few thirsty sips, before he looked at the faces of his friends. A small, tired smile grew on his face. “You dumbass had your friends worried! And that's all you say? Could have called, you know?” Johnny flicked against Vs head, looking at him, but all the anger from his voice wasn't visible in his gaze, there were a bunch of other emotions. “Sorry to let you wait. Somehow all my calls or messages couldn’t connect through. I guess another problem with this fucked up weather.” Johnny was dumbfounded and for a rare moment felt silent. The thought that the weather may be the reason for V not texting or calling him never occurred to his brain. Of course, the net as it was by now, would have problems with stuff alike. He sighed and nodded it off, deep down happy that V was finally here. V took another long sip from the cocoa, breathing out the hot steam with a content demeanor. Now after they got this out of their systems, he scooted  closer to Johnny, leaning his head on the rockerboys shoulder. Johnny gulped down the urge to say something nasty and was deep down really glad that his partner finally was here at his side, in one piece, without bad injuries. “You are a fucking idiot V.” “And you are an asshole.”

An amused huff left the rockerboy as he slung his arm around Vs back, pulling him a bit closer and sharing the warmth with him. With a raised brow, Johnny noticed how very calm and silent V got, taking the cup of hot cocoa out of his hand and placing it back on the table. He only got an approving hum with his Merc, who cuddled deeper against the rockerboy, fully ignoring that they were in public and both Rogue and Kerry were watching this scene with puzzled emotions. A small smile played around Johnny's lips, watching his Merc dozing off in his arms. He would never say it openly, but this was exactly what he was always craving, just a moment of peace with his beloved. Johnny’s hand rose up to carefully brush through V’s hair, while his gaze shifted back to Rogue and Kerry, picking up the conversation with them again.

[sheischerrybomb]

The other night I had a dream of V finding a way to get Johnny his own body so he can live again. It’s purely synthetic but he feels totally real. His body has warmth, put your head to his heart and you can hear a beat.

(My V is female so I’ll be using she/her pronouns when referring to V)

Imagine the first time V wakes up, because the surgery to get the Relic out of V’s head was a danger all on its own so now she’s recovering, she sees Johnny but is so blurry in the head she thinks he’s still just in her head before going under again.

Then it’s one of those in and out of consciousness segments CP77 does when V is Going Through It. She sees Johnny struggling to walk, looking at himself, going to a mirror, then she blacks out for the longest point and when V wakes up she sees Johnny sitting right next to her trying to talk to her.

Let me tell you the second they have physical contact, the absolute moment V feels Johnny touch her arm or her face and feels his warmth she is going to launch herself at him. Johnny not into mushy shit might try to talk V down (because she also just woke up from a surgery that had a HIGH chance of flatlining her) but he caves into the emotions and sentiment and hugs V back- no

No he fucking holds her. This is the woman who had him in her head as a ticking clock thanks to the Relic, a woman that put up with all his nagging and bullshit (don’t forget in the beginning how you wanted to kill and hijack her body Johnny, don’t forget that). Then after all this time you two grew a bond, became friends, then became more than friends. Wanted more but Johnny was just a bunch of cancerous code in V’s head. Every day she was getting close to death’s door with no happy way out. Either V died, or Johnny vanished. (Obvi excluding some endings but stay with me here)

Neither of them would accept that answer, so they found a way. They found a fucking way and that how and why Johnny is able to hold this incredible fucking woman.

Fuck yeah Johnny lets a few tears slip, he's a big ol' softie under all that Rockerboy grit. Fuck yeah he holds V closer, able to feel the sensation of her hair and the warmth of her skin. He’s alive again, really alive. And it’s all thanks to V.

~

Or conversely, it’s Johnny who wakes up. Maybe he thinks this is a dream, or that he’s taken over V’s body, or perhaps a memory (because c’mon this guy has absolutely woken up in a hospital or Ripperdoc’s clinic many-a times before). He’s looking around, feeling strange, then he sees V standing nearby with her arms crossed, they meet eyes and she quips at him “well look who finally woke up”. Her head has bandages, the Relic was successfully removed.

Johnny is trying to process everything, he’s sitting up and feels. Feels the bed underneath him, feels the sheets, feels how fucking weird his body-

His Body!!

That’s when he looks at himself and sees he has a body again, a synthetic with no spare of detail (Yes all details. The First thing that man would do is check his impressive co-) no one would be able to tell the difference. That man would motion for V to come on over, sit by his bed, and she does. The first thing Johnny noticed were the bandages, he moves his hand to touch the gauze only to change his mind at the last second and touches V's cheek for the very first time. No longer a ghost, no longer in her head, he is here with her. He feels the soft warmth of her cheek, the wisps of her hair that tickles the back of his hand. That man pulls V into a kiss so quick they almost clash teeth but do either of them care? Fuck no! That ticking clock of doom that hung over their heads is gone. No longer does V need to race death, no longer does Johnny have to see V struggle, suffer, and stumble every time the Relic was malfunctioning and pulling her closer to death's door. They were told Death was inevitable, but they found a way to beat that motherfucker. Cyberpunk loves to use the arcana for a lot of theming. So the name for this ending? The Lovers. (Which is the trophy you get from stealing the Relic) OR Since Cyberpunk already uses the Lovers as a trophy The Devil Reversed.

[the-voice-of-silent]

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔/𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒚 / 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏

Pairing: ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs ᴏғ 141 + ᴀʟᴇᴊᴀɴᴅʀᴏ + ᴋᴏ̈ɴɪɢ

Warning: ᴘᴜʀᴇ ғʟᴜғғ , ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ , ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋs , ᴀɴɢsᴛ , ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ <3

Simon "ghost" riley

- we all know that he isn't a man of words he is much more a man of action

- instead telling you how much he loves you he would quietly do things that makes you so much happy

- after one day Simon knew that you had a very hard time that day and felt so low

- so he planned to go out and get you a box of you favourite chocolate and would just replace them on the table with a note

- there was a note on it that said "everyone can have a though night, what's important is that Im always there for you"

- that was enough to make you scream and Simon would panic thinking something bad happened to you while he rushes to you

- you would just run to his arms excited and hug him tight and thank him for the chocolate and the letter "I always love you my big boy" he says while cupping his face

- this man is a touch starved man and almsot lost the control but he would just gently stroke your back and control himself "of course" he says with such a gentle voice then he would place a quick peck on your forehead

- and then you snuggle onto him while he rub his back you guys watch movies and fall asleep on his arms

Johnny "Soap" mactavish

- he would immediately notice that you were so down and being a bit moody

- but he was a understanding man so he would sit next to you "babe what's up" he says with his thick Scottish accent

- you would just cry quietly without saying anything and put your head on his shoulder

- it would break his heart seeing you like that, so broken so he had an idea

- "now come on babe how about you get up so I can make ya a pasta aye?" He says as he stands up looking down at you

- his words made you smile and wipe your tears away "okay let's do that" he smiles and grab you hand and get you guys in the kitchen

- let's just say the recipe did not go well at all but you didn't care you were happy with him laughing at him and throw meat balls at him and he would just throw parmesan at you and would laugh at you

- after the mess you guys cleaned up and just ordered a pizza while playing cards and every time he would cheat just he can see you frustrated

- he would laugh at your cute face pinch your cheek and you guys continued eating pizza, thanks to him your day got way better after feeling a lot down

Alejandro Vargas

- your day goes so wrong cause your boss was really upset at you even though you really tried your best

- after work you would call your boyfriend and explain everything that happened and he patiently listen to you

- he would comfort you about it and after going home your eyes widened at the roses and candles on the floor that it lead to the bathroom

- "welcome home mi amor I've been waiting for you"

- you give him a kiss and he would carry you to the bath that was full of roses and candles he gently put you on tub then he sit behind you and start placing kisses on your shoulder

- he would gently whisper through your hair he loved the smell of it and it gave him so much peace "don't you worry about anything now I'm going to take care of you mi amor"

(After that he also calls your boss needing and explanation for yelling at you making them answer in fear LOL)

John price

- You guys dated for a while now so of course he knows so much about his partner and he knows that you sometimes panic through even little things

- after a 2 months he finally came home to you and surely you were happy to see your man again but sadly your job audition didn't go well as you planned

- it made your body all shaky and you could feel your heart getting out of your body anytime and you started to gasp

- luckily he would rush away to you grab your shoulders and make you look at him "love love look at me" he says with such a calmness in his voice he knew that it make you feel so much better

- "take breath with me inhale exhale" he would say so you can do the same breathing style with him "that's it love" he smile kindly at him and give you a hug and pat your back "I will help you with it"

- he is a soldier not only that also a captain who always needs to stay calm in every situation that happens so he can think of solving the problem

- And a good partner he is he also teaches you how to deal with your panic attacks and how to stay calm during it like he would say they will fade away immediately and how much a strong person you are

- But you just couldn't thank him enough for that but your existence in his life is all that it matters to him

Kyle "Gaz" garrick

- He didn't mention that but he got your calender of your red day cause he thought that you would find it weird

- but he would have it just to make you feel better in your red days when you are feeling so down and the pain all over your body causes you to do not let do the tiniest things at all

- he would feel really bad for how much pain you have in those days and he also does not want to bother you so he would just get your favourite snacks and literally anything that you carve for and help with your undone works

- he also when you want to sleep he sneak behind you hold you gently against him and massage the sore parts of your body and his massages my lord you always swear that you always see heaven when he massage you

- and even though he is still a soldier and sadly sometimes he has to leave you like this for mission he would call his friends to be careful with you and if anything that happened you can say that to them

- "Hey sweetie what are you doing?-" He would saw you doing your laundry and he would run to you and grab your clothes "no no y/n I will do these myself" "but babe you are so tired-" he would hush you and stroke your hair "you are even mire tired than me I can handle that"

- he kisses your cheek and you would do the same thing and say how much you love him and he would chuckle softly at you

- "I love you too sweetheart" he says with his thick British accent and leaves you alone so you can rest while he does the little works

König

- König knows that you are a future planner for your life and he is really proud of you being like that

- but it makes him so sad seeing you see the negative sides of the future and just worry about things that almost never going to happen

- he understands the pain that you have cause of having social anxiety and somewhat know what to do to make you feel better

- one day you just didn't had any motivation for doing any work but it was fine for having a break for a day

- and your loving boyfriend was back from work like a day ago and he would just see you with huge bags under your eyes not only that but see your pretty eyes all red while you sit on his lap

- he cups your face "Maus i understand the amount of stress of you have I just think it's better if you take a break from your work"

- you hug him tight and he do it aswell you murmur "I just want some cuddles" he plays with your soft hair "as you wish mein engel"

- he knew that you needed some quiet time before speak about your problems with him

- "könig I really thought about it I'm just really trying my best with my future and I just think I need a break from it" while saying those words you start to tear up making man's heart turn into tiny pieces

- "maus I know" he says still cupping your face and whipping your tears away with his thick thumb "du bist die beste und ich bin stolz auf dich"

- his words made your heart very warm and you just smile at him "you really think so?" He nods at you "you are mein angel and I'm not gonna let a shitty work mess you up"

- After comforting you would just fall asleep while sitting on him lap cause of his soft voice and könig notice you fell asleep so he places you to your shared bed and then fall asleep with you in his arms

[darlingicarus]

to happy days, now and forever

wrote a lil something for johnny's birthday <3 it's fluffy and cute enjoy <3

also on ao3

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A moment of silence. The hot breath on her shoulder. His chrome arm lay loosely around her waist. V loved waking up in the mornings, next to him. Johnny Silverhand - fully alive and real and warm.

V knew he was busy, helping Kerry with music stuff, helping Vik with the clinic since he saved Johnny’s life, and helping her with any of her merc work if needed. He’s been thriving since being back in his own body. He even stopped smoking - for her, he said - and it shows, his face having rounder cheeks and his body filling out more after he stopped with the cigs.

V loved these quiet mornings when he was still asleep. She loved looking at his face, all the little scars and marks, and just seeing how absolutely peaceful he looked. She couldn’t help herself, so she placed her palm on his cheek, rubbing gentle circles with her thumb.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she whispered.

Johnny groaned in response, “Don’t wanna.”

V moved some of the hair that fell into Johnny’s face as he talked, “C’mon, old man. It’s an important day.”

“It’s my day and I wanna spend it sleeping.”

V laughed and untangled herself to get out of bed, he may wanna spend the day in bed, but she had important stuff to do, more specifically - important stuff to do for him.

“Where ya goin’? I thought I said to stay in bed?”

“You only said you wanted to stay sleeping, I got stuff to do, old man.”

“Do you have to call me an old man?”

“Today? Yes.”

He let out another groan, “Go do your stuff, birdie, I’ll be here.”

“You’ll come to the Coyote when I call?”

“Course. Not doin’ anything else, today.”

“I’ll see you tonight then.” She blew him a kiss before the door shut.

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Johnny received her call around seven in the evening. He left the building and got into his car. Thank fuck too because damn, he was bored. Ever since he was back in his own body, he hated the thought of being alone. When he was just an engram on a chip, V was there all the time. Now? Sometimes he felt a sense of loneliness and dread when he didn’t have company.

He enjoyed keeping busy while she was handling merc work without him. He helped Kerry a little with anything music-related and sometimes they just chilled and jammed out together. He was excited about Kerry’s new tour, but that meant more time on his hands so he also started helping Vik.

His work for Vik was a bit more - the guy saved his damn life after all. Johnny helped him sort any new medical supplies or cyberware that would arrive, mostly busy work, but Vik was a good guy. Sometimes, on lighter days, he’d teach Johnny boxing too. Misty wasn’t all bad either. He remembered Jackie saying in V’s memories how sweet she was and he was right. She’d help Vik out with patients sometimes or just come down and chat with them. Even all her tarot talk was tolerable.

Before he knew it, he was in front of the El Coyote Cojo. It seemed dark, like it was closed. V did say to go to the Coyote, right? He wasn’t sure, but then he saw a little sign in front of the door saying “private party.” Guess that must be for him.

He walked in, the bar was the most dark and quiet he’d ever seen it. A little chilling, actually. That is until he walked a few more steps in - 

All the lights and music turned on, along with a shower of confetti and a chorus of “SURPRISE,” from people getting out of their hiding spots.

He took off his aviators, tucking them into his shirt. A big smile plastered on his face. Everyone that he knew and cared about was here. He saw V way in the back, a smile on her face. He started making his way towards her, but was stopped by a hand hitting his shoulder.

“Lookin’ good, man! Happy birthday, Johnny!” Kerry had a big grin on his face, something that was becoming more normal for him, which in turn made Johnny happy too.

“Thanks, Ker. You look good too. Tour prep almost done?”

“Yup, leavin’ in a week or so. You gonna be okay?”

“Yea, Vik’ll keep me busy.”

“You know, Johnny… It’s really good to see you doing good.”

Johnny didn’t know what to say to that, but Rogue came up from behind before he could come up with something, “Kerry’s right, Johnny. It’s nice seeing you do so good. V’s been good to you.”

“She’s the best.”

“Mhmm. Just know, if I ever hear about you making her cry, it’ll be me coming after you.” She had a playful, but stern expression on her face.

“Think she’d kill me before you even get a whisper of something happenin’, Rogue.” They both let out a chuckle.

“True, but you came back from the grave, didn’t you? I’ll find a way to kill you again. Happy birthday, Johnny.”

Johnny looked towards the corner where he saw V standing before, but she wasn’t there anymore. His eyes traveled through the party, Mama Welles was talking to Vik and MIsty at the bar, but Pepe wasn’t in his usual spot behind the bar.

As he walked up to them, Mama Welles got up from her seat.

“Mijo, you’re looking healthier.” She grabbed his face in her hands, “I’m glad. Come by anytime for some food, huh? We’ll get you filled out in no time. Ah! Tell V she’s welcome as well."

“Thanks, Mama Welles. I will.”

A gentle look crossed her face, “You two make a good couple. I’ll be off then, more people to talk to.” She left with a tap on his arm as she went.

He took the seat next to Vik

“Ah, birthday guy himself.” He clapped him on the back, “Happy birthday.”

Misty poked her head up, Johnny could only just see her over Vik’s head, “Happy birthday, Johnny!”

“Thanks, you two. We got another shipment comin’ tomorrow, right?”

Vik let out a laugh, “Thinkin’ about work right now? It’s your fucking birthday! Forget it. I’ll handle tomorrow, sleep in with your girl, ‘kay?”

Johnny couldn’t help the smile, “Thanks, Vik. Speakin’ of party, where’s Pepe? Kinda wanted a shot.”

“Dunno,” was all Vik said as he reached behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of tequila and a shot glass, “He can yell at me later if he wants, have a shot.”

Johnny downed it, the familiar taste sliding down his throat. Drinking was more of a special occasion for him now, his birthday being one of them.

“Thanks, Vik, Misty. Gonna go find V now, take care.”

Vik nodded and Misty smiled as he got up from the bar stool. His eyes roamed over the party searching for his birdie as the lights dimmed.

The first notes of the happy birthday song started as he saw V coming down the stairs, a cake in hand, sparklers coming off of it, and a few candles on it. He also saw Pepe behind her, so that’s where he ran off too.

V stopped in front of him, cake in hand, the song everyone was singing blurred into the background as he focused on her, “Happy birthday, Johnny. Make a wish!”

The cake looked beautiful, strawberry shortcake, a favorite of his, and made with real strawberries too. Not any of that gross synthberry shit. Must’ve cost a lot, explained how busy V had been lately - more jobs for more eddies to get him this beautiful cake.

He kept staring at the cake, no wish coming to mind - until, finally - he closed his eyes for a second before blowing the candles out.

V set the cake down on the table that was beside them. She got a little bit of the frosting on her thumb and before he could react, she put it on his nose with a laugh.

And she looked absolutely radiant.

Johnny grabbed some of the frosting with a finger and put it on her nose while she was still laughing.

Her gasp was exaggerated, “Hey!”

“You did it to me!”

“It’s your birthday, old man!”

Johnny chuckled at that, “Fine.”

And then he was looking at her again, and thought about what he wished for, and he had to say something.

“Valerie?”

“Yea?”

“I love you.”

The look in her eyes said everything he needed to know, but she still responded back - 

“I love you too. Happy birthday, Johnny.”

[cottagecheese1]

Hey, I wanna start by saying I love your work.

My guilt pleasure is your Unhinged Worlds series. A lot of Chris Evan’s characters don’t get much attention and I love that you cater to all and the spice is just amazing.

My request is if we could get more Johnny Storm x reader smut fics. Either outside of the series with a Friends with Benefits types situation where the reader has to be all serious with the avengers and Steve and so they go to Johnny when they wanna blow off some steam (or make some 😏) and they have have together but also smutty. Or if it’s within the Unhinged Worlds series maybe a standalone chapter with just Step Brother!Johnny and the reader, like after everything that’s happened he gets a bit jealous/possessive and while everyone else is out decides to fuck them ‘the right way’ and ravishes them with some extra hidden emotions, like he says sweet things while ruining them physically.

Idk, my brain has gone to a filthy place and your writing is just so good. Feel free to take your own way cause it’s your writing after all but I just need me some more Johnny smut, he needs some more appreciation.

Thank you so much, we love you.

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a/n: I wanted you to know that your request motivated me to keep writing this series :) I just didn't think people were reading it, thank you! And I also agree, not too many good Johnny reads out there!

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new beginnings, but what happens when your new beginning comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea. warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

Series master list right here

Another day you have to go through this. Another day except you lay in the guest bedroom with Lloyds arm draped around your waist, his breathing light as his bare chest is pressed to your back. You sigh, but at least you finally have a moment to yourself. You think as you slowly roll onto your back, desperately hoping not to wake the sleeping man beside you. Lloyd groans as he feels you shift under his embrace, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, you feel his breath on your neck. It's annoying in a way, with your mind racing and with no way out at 7:00 in the morning.

You feel his arm tighten around you as he lets out a small huff, you glance over and see his eyes flutter open. He leans over a bit to press a small kiss to your temple and you swallow nervously, with your heart racing as his lips curve up in a small smile, his expression looking more than awake now.

Lloyd hums in amusement at your expression and leans a bit more over you, “morning pumpkin, I’m surprised you’re up this early..I did wear you out nicely last night didn’t I?”, he jokes as you cringe at his dirty reference.

You can’t help but scoff at the cheesiness of his words, which doesn’t seem to pass him easily as he suddenly grabs your face, forcing your lips into a pout. Lloyd strokes your cheek softly and chuckles gruffly, his morning voice still slightly present, “What? Not in the mood for a joke princess? That's alright, you're probably just hangry hm?.”, your stomach seems to grumble on cue, and you push his hand off your face with a whine, already frustrated by his teasing.

He laughs and gives you a playful scolding look, “aw, that's not very nice now is it princess? How about you use your words like a big girl, so we can start this day off on a good note.” You sit silently in protest, but your stomach speaks loudly to you. He smiles smugly and lays back against the pillows, “Or, we can sit here for as long as I like until you use that pretty voice”, you sit up and look at your chipped nail polish in a silent thought. Should you break? Give him what he wants so he knows you're weak?

You sit in thought, but your need for food takes your mind over as you sigh in defeat, looking over at Lloyd hesitantly, “Can we please go get some food.?” You state rather softly, and he perks up in amusement at your voiced request.

He sighs dramatically and reaches over to tuck a stray piece of hair out of your face, “We can..but I deserve a kiss first don’t I? For being so patient, since you were acting like a complete brat”, you sigh and close your eyes, not understanding why you guys can’t eat first and deal with this later. Slowly you lean over and press a small kiss to his cheek, but he pulls back with a laugh and a head shake, “now I said a kiss sugar. Not a cute little peck on the cheek, try again or I’ll teach you the right way.” He states more firmly, which makes you lean in a bit more hesitantly as you rest your hands on his broad shoulders and press your lips against his this time. In a hope he won’t make you do it again.

He puts his hand on the back of your head, pushing you deeper into the kiss as you let out a small whimper. You can’t help but melt into the kiss a bit as he supports your head gently and presses your body against his in a silent want. He pulls away and presses his lips against your forehead softly in satisfaction, “good girl, see? It wasn’t that bad now was it?”, you nod slowly as your cheeks flush at his pet name.

He hums in acceptance at your silent answer as he gets another quick glance at you before reaching over to grab his shirt to pull it over your head. You put your arms through the holes and turn away from him to get out of bed on weak legs, and get your shorts from yesterday off the floor. As you slide them up your legs, Lloyd comes up behind you and grips your hips gently as he pulls you against him, and leans down to pepper kisses on your neck gently which makes you shiver.

You walk through the door, and through the hallway, entering the kitchen. Lloyd follows behind you and you look up to see everyone doing their daily tasks until you two make your appearance, Andy perks up at the entrance and he chuckles, “Looks like you two are finally up..did you have fun honey?” He asks condescendingly as Lloyd walks past you to the fridge. You scoff a bit and look the other way, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him, he walks over slowly and tilts your chin up, “I’m not gonna be so nice next time you give me attitude, so how about you start behaving now hm?” you swallow nervously and nod slowly as your lips part slightly, “sorry..I..It was alright I guess” That was a lie. You hated every second in that room with Lloyd, but you couldn’t say that.

Right as Andy is fixing to respond, Johnny prances over with a smug smile and wraps his arm around your shoulder. This action weirdly made you feel a bit better, especially when Andy towers over you. Johnny hums, “why don’t you spend the day with me sweetheart, besides, everyones leaving this morning and it’ll just be me and you” Andy rolls his eyes at Johnny's words, looking at both of you before sighing, “Well, your not wrong, I have to go to work, and Lloyd is coming with me so it’ll just be you two”

I mentally sigh in relief and Andy leans in to kiss your forehead, “Be a good girl and listen to Johnny..” he then turns to look at Johnny, “you too, behave.” He chuckles and nods, pulling you closer to him, “Oh, we will..won’t we sweetheart?” You gulp and nod, forcing yourself to give a soft smile. At that Andy smiles in satisfaction and takes his leave out the front door, along with Lloyd following behind.

Johnny turns towards you and his eyes darken a bit, you take a step back and he follows right with you, he sighs dramatically, “You know..I’ve wanted you all to myself for so, so long and this is finally my chance. Those assholes can’t take you away from me now” You whimper at his words and keep backing up until you feel your back hit the wall, and he chuckles darkly while blocking you right against him.

He leans in closer and presses gentle but rough kisses on your neck, biting and marking you in the process. You try to look away while your voice cracks, “please don’t hurt me..” you plead softly. Johnny laughs and shakes his head, his lips right against your ear, “Oh no, no baby, the last thing I’m gonna do is hurt you tonight. I’m gonna fuck so good, but I’ll be nice and gentle, because I know thats exactly how my precious little angel likes it.” He coos mockingly and your cheeks can’t help but flush at his crude words.

“You're so cute you know that? I hate when those assholes treat you like a thrown around toy..but maybe I just want you all to myself you know?” He says more to himself than you, but still you gasp and keep quiet. He leans in to kiss you passionately and slowly leads you to his bedroom, taking your shirt off and groping your chest roughly as you whine at the sensitive pressure.

He lays you down gently on the bed as he pulls his sweatpants down, you glance down to see his thick cock bobbing against his stomach and you get a bit nervous. Johnny sees your expression and chuckles, “I know it's nothing you're used to but I told you I would take care of you angel, we’ll go slow okay?” His words make you feel a bit better as you nod, he moves his thigh between your legs to spread them apart.

You take a deep breath as he slowly inserts myself inside you, he groans in pleasure as tears brim in your eyes from the burning stretch from his cock. Johnny looks down at you and leans down to coo and wipe your tears gently, “Shh, it's okay Angel, it’ll feel good in a minute just give it time..You're being so good for me you know that?” You take a deep breath and nuzzle your face into his neck, his thrusts become a bit faster and deep. The pain slowly fades away and you let out a soft moan.

He smiles and pants a bit more as he groans in pleasure when he feels you squeeze around his cock, “Holy shit..you feel like heaven baby, I’m gonna keep you all to myself. Take you away from this place and fuck you whenever I want, because your mine. Hear that? Say it. Say your mine.” At this point the coil in your lower abdomen is slowly coming undone, and you moan loudly as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“I’m yours! I’m all yours just please let me cum..” You plead desperately and Johnny moans in pleasure at your words as he comes closer to his release, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum angel..you want me to fill you up hm? Stuff you full so I can steal you away, so you can have my babies and take care of me? You’d fucking love that wouldn’t you?” His dirty words only make you whine in satisfaction as you finally unravel around him, gushing around his cock as he rocks into you, chasing his own release.

He slumps against you and you wrap your arms around him as he pants in satisfaction, “Good girl..that was amazing, you did so good for me too.” He praises you as you stop to catch your breath, the air lingers with sweat and sex, but you actually don’t seem to mind. Actually you seemed to enjoy this way more than you did with anyone else.

Johnny rolls next to you and pulls you to his chest, and you relax against him, for once you actually felt comfortable with someone in this house and who knew it would be Johnny. He reaches down to stroke your hair softly as he hums, “This is nice..just me and you, and I don’t have to share you with anyone, fucking fantastic right?” He chuckles and you nod. I guess he was right, You had way more of an enjoyable experience with Johnny, then anyone else, maybe this wasn’t as bad as you thought it was.

At Least with Johnny. You snuggle into him, and he smiles softly at your affections, he kisses your forehead before getting out of bed and he turns to look at you, “I’m gonna go get you some water..don’t miss me too much, okay?” he winks playfully, and he can’t help but smile at his lighthearted banter. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.