#atta boy johnny

[shotmrmiller]

soap taking ghost home to show off his girlfriend except she's not there at the moment so it's cool, they'll just go visit her at work and when soap pops into the cafe around the corner with a grin and starts with "there's me lass," ghost instantly knows who she is even though there's about 6 people behind the counter.

it's clearly the one who's mouth is set in a firm, straight line, leveling johnny with a flat, dull look.

[moon-my-beloved]

neighbors (tf141 x fem! reader)

part II: company

tw: a bit of obsession and touches from the boys but nothing sexual!! possessiveness. mentions of reader fitting ‘snug’ in a dress but nothing too specific. that’s it. - xoxo

the ride back home was quiet.

silence stretching over the small murmurs of the radio warning people of temperatures dropping along with the sound of the engine running as you drove, grocery bags shoved into the back of the seat.

it really wasn’t until you made it home that you had snapped out of your momentarily dream-like state that you realized what you have done.

you still couldn’t believe it. why couldn’t you just have come up with something, anything to avoid making a fool of yourself with how bad you’re with people.

“oh god,” you groan to yourself. pressing your forehead against the steering wheel with embarrassment taking over your senses. why of all times did you just have to coincidently bump into them?!

you really would’ve preferred it if you had encountered them on a free day and not when you’re trudging around the damn store with your dingy old work clothes. then again, kyle and johnny seemed.. trustworthy at first glance. not to mention how beautiful they were.

they carried an air to them that felt friendly enough but dangerous as well. your brain going blank for a moment when you were surrounded by the two men. an invisible thread luring you into their trap. you don’t know if it was kyles sweet voice or the smell of amber from johnny’s cologne, but they had left you with a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. leaving you in a trance for a split-second before uttering the only syllables you could think of.

blood rushes to your face with shame thinking about them in such ways. how long has it been since you’ve experienced this? clearly long enough from the looks of it. your palms are sweaty, breath a bit short, and your heart is practically beating its way out of your chest like you’re some sort of high school girl being forced to confess to their crush.

you jolt a bit at the sound of a small “buzz” coming from your phone. your eyes almost bulging out of your skull when you unlock your screen— it’s a message from johnny and kyle.

< made a small group chat to make it easier. hope you don’t mind luv.

< we’ll see ye tmrw night, right bonnie?

your fingers hover over the keys, chewing at your bottom lip anxiously as you contemplate how to respond. kyle had mentioned meeting the rest of the team, ignoring how just the thought of talking to them made you want to curl yourself up into a ball until you became invisible. it really wouldn’t hurt to meet them. it will be okay. they were your neighbors for god sake.

taking a deep breath, you typed out what you were going to say.

> sure! sounds good. :)

you barely managed to calm down your nerves before your phone vibrated again.

< atta girl. we’ll see ye at 6.

what did you get yourself into.

you had nearly forgotten how much effort it takes to get ready.

you really weren’t one to wake up early, especially during your off days but today was an exemption. hopping into the shower to shave, exfoliate, moisturize, and pretty much scrub off every crevice from your body as soon as your alarm went off. practically stumbling your way out of the bathroom with how lightheaded you felt by the end of it.

your makeup was next. trying your best to copy a look off of pinterest and almost calling it a day with the many times you had to redo your eyeliner. nevertheless, you had successfully overcome that obstacle. which brings you to your own little dilemma: you had nothing good to wear.

all the clothes varied from old band t-shirts, jeans and sweatpants you wore to laze around. you rarely went out and when you did, it would only be for a short period of time to run some errands or to visit the old bat.

“come on closet, give me something, anything!” cursing to yourself in desperation as you rummaged through the pits of your closet.

after what seemed like forever, your hand grazed against a soft material, pulling it out to reveal a dress. it was no fancy dress but it definitely looked like the better option to wear. it was off-the-shoulder, had long-sleeves, and was long enough to cover your thighs but a bit small around the edges with how snug it felt against your body. it must have been lying around in your closet for who knows how long considering how you have no clue why or when you even bought it.

it felt weird, and new as your ran your hand against the fabric. hesitation soon clouding your mind as you look at yourself in the mirror.

maybe this was a bad idea. you should have said no. you’ll just look weird, now you’re going to make a fool of yours—

—catching glimpse of the time you gasp. shit. no time to mop in your own feelings. quickly and gently pulling the sheer material of your tights over your legs and tying the laces of your boots once you get to the door, doing a quick once-over in front of your mirror before you were out the house. wine in hand as a last minute resort to bring something. a courtesy on your part really.

they were just across from you, why are you so nervous to meet your neighbors? neighbors do this all the time. this is completely normal.

a chill running down your spine with the sudden cold gust of wind brushing over your face even with your coat on. you stood there in front of their door for a bit, subconsciously shifting your weight on each of your legs as you swayed in apprehension.

you can do it. it’s okay, just knock.

taking a deep breath in, you lifted your hand up, planting three solid knocks against the wood of the door and quickly pulling it back once you hear the heavy footsteps of someone coming.

you stiffen once you hear the click of the door opening, your breath catching in your throat as you crane your neck a bit to see the man in front of you.

skull face.

it takes you a moment to recognize who he is now that he’s not wearing a balaclava. instead, he has a black surgical mask adoring his face, just enough to cover most of his features but revealing enough to see the small details. he’s a dirty blonde that’s for sure, making him look less intimidating than when you saw him for the first time. his dark eyes are roaming over your figure, leaving you standing still in fear of some way offending him if you even dared to move just an inch.

he’s wearing a grey long-sleeve shirt, along with a pair of grey joggers. you hope you hadn’t interrupted his sleep with how disheveled his hair looks. he looks comfortable though, questioning your own choice of attire. you might have overdressed.

before you could open your mouth to introduce yourself, a booming voice can be heard from behind the man.

“don’ be scarin’ off our guest, simon!” a toothy grin on his face as he slides next to the taller man. arm wrapping around simon’s waist before letting out a low whistle that makes your cheeks warm in embarrassment. “well look at ye. so bonnie, m’ glad ye could make it lass, come in. gaz is just finishing up makin’ us dinner.”

nodding, your eyes flicker back at simon as you extend your hand for him to take. “it’s nice to meet you, simon. I, uh, live across from you guys.”a throaty grunt coming from him as he engulfs your hand in his, firmly shaking your hand in return.

they let you in once introductions are over, johnny’s hand hovering over the sole of your back as he follows you into the living room, telling you to get comfortable.

“don’ ye worry, simon doesn’t bite.” looking over at the man with an expression only him and simon would understand as he grabs the wine from your hands, disappearing into the kitchen.

it was awkward to the say the least. silence stretching over the two of you as simon sits across from you on an arm chair, book in his hands and eyebrows scrunched up in concentration.

it went on like that for about a few minutes before simon’s gravely voice cut through the stillness of the room.

“you like it so far?” he asks. the question catching you off guard before realizing what he means. “oh, yes! everyone’s been so nice and welcoming. especially auntie lottie.” a small smile forming on your lips as you recounter your many little dates together.

simon’s eyes crinkle at that, setting the book down beside him as he crosses his arms over his chest. sleeve rolling up a bit to reveal some ink. “‘s there a particular reason why you moved here?”

alarm bells ring in your mind at that. for someone who’s quiet, he sure likes to ask personal questions. you’re new to the neighborhood though, you could understand if he’s wary of you.

“I had some ‘issues’ with my roommate. now ex-roommate,” you say. a deep hum coming from the man across from you as he tilts his head to the side. “can’t say i don’t know what that feels like. have to deal with these muppets all the time.”

you can’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head in amusement. “for some reason I doubt they’re any worse than the person I lived with.”

“must have been a hell of a roommate then. you’ve peaked my interest sweetheart.” simon’s shoulders relaxing from their tense position once he heard the sweet sound of your laughter.

he had to admit, he was wrong about you. you were not who he envisioned you to be. his own skepticism plaguing his mind when gaz and soap came through the door with news about the new neighbor. johnny gushing about how much of a sweet thing you were and kyle nodding in agreement as he listened. price leaning against the wall as he watched the whole thing with a raised eyebrow.

“we have tae invite her over ghost. you’ll like her, ah promise.”

he was ready to decline the offer. ready to scold johnny for even suggesting inviting a stranger over, especially one he and price hadn’t met before. yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. seeing how johnny eyes practically screamed please and how kyle’s own head leaned against his chest as he stared at him.

“I don’t see a problem with it.” price said, giving simon a small shrug as he sipped on his tea.

jaw clenching, he sighed.

“fine.”

now looking at you, he understands why the boys took interest in you. you were gorgeous. a nervous thing. you reminded him of a scruffy kitten with how skittish and bad you were at holding eye contact. your fingers picking at the fabric of your tights that will surely leave a rip by the of the night. he had a feeling price will love a pretty doll like you.

he knew you lived alone. johnny and kyle had suspected you did and it didn’t take long for him and price to figure out you had no one to come home to with how much of a chatter box auntie lottie could be.

and for some reason the thought of you being alone left him with an annoying itch in his brain. an itch that had his fists curling until his knuckles turned white as he stared at you. who would leave such a sweet thing like you all alone?

“simon?” your voice cuts through his thoughts. eyes flickering towards you as your warm palm lays against his knee. eyes furrowing in confusion as you stare at him with those pretty eyes. “are you okay?”

“‘m fine. don’t worry, luv.” your lips turning into a small smile as you retreat your hand, fighting the urge to grab you and hold you against him forever.

silence falls between you again. your palms sweating a bit as you feel simon’s eyes on you.

your attention is soon ripped away from your hands as you hear the door opening, revealing the older man from a few days ago.

mutton chops.

he looks better up close. beard nicely trimmed and kind eyes as he stares at you. he has his winter clothes on. beanie on top of his head along with a jacket and cargo pants.

placing the grocery bags he was carrying on the counter next to the door as he makes his way next to simon.

“and who might this be?” he asks, staring down at you as you scramble to stand up and walk towards him. stuttering a small introduction as you extend your hand which he takes and brings closer to his face. staring wide-eyed as he presses a small kiss against the skin before he lets you go.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you. the boys have been talking about you.” he says, letting out a gruff chuckle as he takes the beanie off his head.

“i hope good things, sir.” you return with a tight smile. a small snort can be heard next to him as simon tilts his chin down to hide his laughter. mutton chops sending him a hard glare before returning his attention back to you.

“just call me john, darlin’. we are all friends here, right?” you can only nod, muttering a small apology before kyle and johnny come walking back to the living room, announcing that dinner is ready.

kyle brings you into a hug, pressing a small kiss against the side of your face between your jaw and neck that has you sucking in your breath.

“I’m so glad you could make it. I hope you’re hungry, i made a big feast.” his hands lingering a bit before johnny slides next to him, pushing him a bit to the side.

“kyle an’ simon are our little chefs of the house.” sending a teasing look at their direction as simon just rolls his eyes while kyle pulls johnny in for a quick kiss. your face heating up as you’re smushed between their bodies.

“stop hovering’ over the bird and let’s eat. we all are hungry.” price says, gently pulling you close to him as he leads you to the dinner table. the boys following behind them as you hear johnny and kyle wince at simon smacking them on the back of their head.

dinner goes smoothly. the men talking amongst each other where you stay quiet for the most part but are quick to shoot a response when they ask questions.

oblivious to the way their gaze never wavers every time you speak.

your tummy full with all the delicious food kyle made that had you moaning with every bite. kyle biting his lip to hide the small grin forming with how he preened in satisfaction.

with everyone occupied with their food, you took the moment to analyze all of them. there’s definitely a strong relationship between the four men.

price reaching out to squeeze kyle’s hand in appreciation by the end of dinner as the younger man just sends him a fond look.

johnny and simon were practically glued by the hip. soap naturally brushing his hand against simon’s thigh every time he talked or made a horrible dad joke which you couldn’t help but laugh every single time. they all fitted with one another like a puzzle. a small glow coming from them with all the gazes and smiles they shared.

at times you felt like you were an intruder watching from outside the glass, and maybe it was envy you felt. not towards the men but towards the love and devotion they had for one another. they were all beautiful and you were the ugly duckling of the group.

you had gone quiet without you realizing it, price touching your shoulder as you jolted in surprise. turning your head towards him as you’re met with a soft gaze. “we lost you there for a minute, love.”

“i.. I’m sorry. I kinda got lost in thought.” you say, offering a little laugh as you gulp down the last of your wine. god, how much have you drunk to get this emotional over something so meaningless?

if john notices the way your voice wavers or the way you eyes gloss over, he doesn’t comment on it. instead, asking kyle and johnny to take you to the couch to watch a movie as him and simon clean the dishes. ignoring your protests in helping and shutting you up with a stern look.

johnny pinches your cheek as you sulk like a child for not being able to help. “you’re our guest silly. would be rude tae make ye work.” setting you down on the comfy couch, blanket in hand as he sits to your right and kyle to your left. squished between their warm bodies.

“get comfortable, princess.” kyle murmurs beside you, the hairs on your neck standing with how close he is. wondering if they could hear goat fast your heart is beating.

the boys insist in you to pick the movie, settling on watching the “elf” with christmas just around the corner. you try your very best to stay focused on the tv screen, ignoring the way johnny ever so often lightly brushes his fingers against your shoulder with how he rests his arm around the back of the couch. or the way kyle brushes his leg against your thigh, sending you an innocent simple every time you look his way.

at some point in the middle of the movie, your eyes grow heavy. your body fighting the urge to shut down after a long week of work. you soon lose the battle, the mixture of both kyle and johnny’s warmness, their scents, soft touches and way of making you feel relaxed win over your consciousness.

you think you feel a soft blanket drape itself on you along with your shoes being removed. the faintest touch against your cheek before you drift to sleep.

“goodnight mo luaidh.”

a/n: I’m not very proud of this one but i tried my best. 😓 please let me know if there’s anything i should fix/improve on. love ya! <33

[charliemwrites]

Part 3 for mean!Simon

Content: Consensual dom/sub between Simon and Johnny; dubcon interactions with reader and Johnny. Simon is a dick per usual.

When Johnny comes home, the first thing Simon does is set him back to rights. He's been gone a bit, long enough to need a refresher on how things are done. Just in case he's gotten some silly ideas about who calls the shots.

So once he's through the door, squeezed a little "oof" out of you, and stuck his tongue down your throat, Simon hauls him off for a "reintroduction."

Simon gets him off fully-clothed, whining and panting on his boot, before he's satisfied that Johnny's not forgotten any of his manners. He's rewarded by getting to suck Simon's cock unguided for a little while, drooling and moaning and choking himself to tears. It makes such a pretty sight, Simon is almost tempted to save his discipline for another time.

Almost.

"Up."

Johnny's flushed face twists with dismay, but he drags himself away.

"What have I always told you about your toys, hm?"

Cock-drunk, it takes Johnny a moment to understand the question and develop an answer.

"Tha' I hafta earn 'em," Johnny answers, voice ruined.

Simon hums, carding his fingers through Johnny's sweat-soaked hair.

"And to keep 'em?" Simon prompts.

"Take care of 'em."

Such a smart, well-trained boy... mostly.

He yelps as Simon twists his fingers into his mohawk and wrenches his head back, exposing the vulnerable line of his bobbing throat.

"Then you want to explain what the fuck you've been doing with that pretty pussy I got you?"

Johnny's blinks, sputters. But it's obvious he doesn't understand what Simon means or why he's in trouble. Simon sighs in disappointment, knowing that'll just upset Johnny more.

"'S my fault, I s'pose. Thought you were ready." He shakes his head, eases his grip on Johnny's hair. "Thought you knew how to take care of such a nice toy."

He remembers the unmarked skin of your plush thighs, your round ass. Tsks and shakes his head, watching Johnny paw wordlessly, pleadingly, at his pants.

"M'sorry, sir," Johnny whimpers, puffy bottom lip wobbling. "M'sorry, I'll do better."

"Fuckin' right you will," Simon growls, curling a hand around his vulnerable throat. "Because you're not getting her back 'til I've taught you better. Understand?"

Johnny only just bites back a whine. But he sees the way Simon's eyes narrow and quickly nods, leaning into the hand on his throat, body going lax in submission.

"Yessir," he slurs. "Understood."

Simon strokes his thumb over Johnny's pulse, rumbling with approval. "Atta boy. Your first lesson: if you don't mark something as yours, it's free for the taking."

He hauls Johnny up and throws him face down on the bed.

"Let's begin."

--

By the time he's done with Johnny, the sun has gone down and the house smells like food.

It seems you haven't been idle while they've been preoccupied. Dinner is simmering on the stove and you're just finished turning the dishwasher over.

You turn as Johnny enters the kitchen, expression carefully neutral when you notice the slight limp in his step and the new, dark marks on his neck. He comes right up to you, slinging his arms around your waist and burrowing into your hair.

"Missed you, bonnie," he sighs. "Didnae say so earlier in all the excitement."

From the doorway, Simon watches you blink and carefully circle your arms around him in return. But your body stays rigid, slanted ever so slightly away. Would maybe even be leaning back if not for the counter against your spine.

"It's alright, I um... I got it from the kiss," you assure, patting his shoulder.

He nuzzles in a bit and you seem curious, confused. "Everything okay, Johnny?"

"Aye, jus'... LT says I cannae play with you for a while."

Your eyes dart to Simon, going big and nervous when you realize he's observing.

"Ah. W-well... uh, we can worry about that later, right?" you soothe, gently pulling away to look him in the eyes. He's bit sniffly still, even though Simon made sure he was good after "lesson." You just seem to comfort him like a favored stuffy. "Let's get a proper meal in you for now."

Johnny nods, clutching onto yours hand as you lead him around the kitchen. Collecting serving bowls, spoons, ladling out stew in generous portions - at least for two of the servings - all with one free hand.

Johnny is quiet, drowsy. You keep glancing at him, but he only sways into you whenever you stop moving, rubbing his cheek against yours.

"Havnae been takin' care of you right," he mumbles as you're reaching for tumblers from the cabinet. "LT is gonnae teach me better, though."

You freeze, blood draining from your pretty face. Your eyes flick fearfully to Simon, right where you last saw him. He doesn't so much as twitch, staring you down until you visibly swallow and turn away. There's a little tremble to your hand now as you finish getting the glasses.

"That should be... interesting," you manage. "Ready to eat?"

"Aye, m'hungry. Missed your cooking."

You muster up a shaky smile and gently hand him a bowl of stew.

"That's good to hear, Johnny. C'mon, before it gets cold."

You send him off to the dining table. In his absence, you draw in a deep breath. Then pour Simon a glass of bourbon, taking both it, and his bowl of stew to his customary spot at the head of the dinner table.

He stalks from his place in the kitchen doorway, purposefully crossing you at the corner so that you're forced to flatten yourself against the wall and sidestep. While he seats himself, he hears you getting yourself a water, collecting your own bowl.

When you return, you try to sit next to Johnny as usual, who's sat at Simon's right. This way, he acts as a buffer between you two. But Simon clicks his tongue and you pause, turning to him with a curious blink.

"Over here." He gestures to his left side, putting you across from Johnny.

"Oh... um, okay."

You shuffle around to the other side, still shaky as you set your bowl down and take a seat. Simon watches you for a long moment as you studiously avoid his gaze, eyes on your water glass.

"This is your spot from now on. Understood?" he asks.

You tilt your head enough to make it obvious you're answering him. "Yes, sir."

"Look at me when you answer," he corrects.

You twitch a bit, shift uncomfortably as you force your eyes to look at his chest.

"Yes, sir," you repeat, soft and conciliatory."

"Atta girl," he gruffs. "Now fuckin' eat, the both of you."

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[spookypete-94]

Continuation of Choices have Consequences

Taking care of a baby is hard. Simon tries to assist you while Johnny takes care of the baby.

GhoapxFem!reader

CW for lactation kink

Probably one of the strangest things I've thought of 😂 Can read without the first one, but if you would like more Ghost content here's the first part.

Spending quite a bit of time on your own since Simon and Johnny still are active in their military roles, waking up in the middle of the night to take care of your shared child was not a problem to you.

What was causing the issue was the strong arm around your waist not allowing you to get up.

"Si, lemme go, the boys hollerin'." Sleep was still heavy in your speech, tongue heavy, but the cries quickly sobered your slumber.

They both surprised you this evening, coming home early from their deployment. Already you were exhausted from celebrating their welcome home.

"Johnny boy has got 'im. Let him take care of feedin' 'im." The arm already around you pulling you closer, a vice and lock you for sure were not escaping from.

You were lucky, your milk had come in and came with a mighty force. Filling bottle after bottle and bag after bag. A nice stockade already in the freezer.

"If I don't feed him or pump, I'm gonna be sore."

"That so?" A question that was rhetorical, condescending sounding almost. That arm that had locked you in now pinned you at your ribs, a large hand kneading and massaging your swollen tit. Milk already leaking from your baby's crying.

"I can help with that." He grumbled into your ear, igniting goosebumps and a shiver down your spine.

"You can't be serious..." The thought is almost taboo to you, surely he couldn't be implying.

"Oh, but I am, Luv."

Pinned to your back, you were already under him, night shirt being pulled off and over your head.

"Simon!" You gasped, startled.

Again he pushed and pulled, massaging them first before kneeling over and wrapping his tongue around a nipple. Lightly he tugged on his, sucking. The sensation is completely different from actually breast feeding. This actually felt soothing.

Unable to help it you began to squirm under him, needing and wanting more. Managing to slip a leg around one of his large ones, you grinded into it creating friction.

A laugh happened above you, Simon breaking the seal from your breast.

"Atta' girl. Take what you need. It tastes so sweet by the way. No wonder why my son's so big and healthy. Feedin' him so well."

All of his words rushed and quickly before moving on to your other breast, continuing his prior practice. It made you feel hot, a sweat breaking out across your skin. His warm tongue moving back and forth on your bud, pushing his thigh up higher into your pussy.

The bedroom door opening back up caught your attention, but what fully broke it was Johnny's voice.

"Wot's goin' on here?" He asked fully aware he was missing out on something.

"Gonna make a second." Simon replied trying to be cheeky.

"Nu uh mate, that last one was yours, this one's going ta be mine." Johnny replied back eagerly, throwing his shirt to the floor before leaping to the bed. The idea of a bright blue eyed baby this time filling his delight and hunger for you.

So much for sleeping when the baby sleeps...

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[zablife]

Hey, I would like to place an order for a one shot from Johnny Davis that something like him getting jealous and ending up in a smut with him angry or violent or something like that

And I will gladly fill it bc I still can't get enough of Johnny!

Ring of Fire

Johnny Davis x gf reader

Johnny Davis Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, unwanted advances, fighting, mention of a weapon, mention of blood, arson, smut

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably as you watched Johnny and the guys standing at the bar, his promise to return with your drink echoing in your ear even as the mounting stares of a couple of greasy looking young men turned to catcalls.

"Looks lonely over there, sugar. C'mere and sit in my lap."

Attempting to avoid their hungry eyes, you stared at the opposite wall, wondering if this stop along your route had been a good idea. While technically still in Vandals territory, it was quickly being overrun by newer, younger members who didn't play by the rules.

These boys clearly fell into that category, sneers crossing their lips as they turned to crueler taunts upon suffering your rejection. Sliding his chair closer to yours a wiry looking kid with a mustache teased, "What's it like fuckin' a corpse, sweetheart? Or can he even get it up for ya?" You turned away in disgust, but he captured your wrist, forcing your hand toward his crotch. "I ain't got that problem," he smirked at you with twisted delight.

You spit in his face as you jerked your arm away, reeling backward as he let go at the same time. His low chuckle rumbled against your back as you stumbled for the exit with tears pricking your eyes.

Before you reached the door, Johnny was calling to you. "Where you goin', baby doll? I didn't forget about you," he smiled warmly, handing over a shot glass. Without caring what it was, you sunk it quickly to steady your nerves, eliciting a cheer of "atta girl" and a little toast from the table behind you.

Face full of thunder, his jealous streak emerged as he watched younger men eye you like their last meal. "Stupid fuckin' kids," he muttered through gritted teeth. With a low growl, he tucked you beneath his arm and escorted you to a table away from their prying eyes. Perching you on his lap, he massaged the exposed skin of your thigh in soothing circles asking how you wanted to spend the weekend. It helped calm you momentarily, but then you heard the whispers rise once more.

"Tell her to come back here and spit on your dick," a voice snickered, beer bottles clinking in agreement.

The remark caught Johnny's ear as well, the hairs on his neck bristling as he asked, "What the fuck did he just say?" His eyes lingered on the table of men testing his patience, but you stroked the coarse hairs of his beard gently to bring his attention back to you.

Knowing how quickly his temper could get the better of him, you attempted to keep him rational. "They're lookin' for a fight, don't give 'em one, okay?" you urged.

Although he continued to eye the room warily, Johnny relaxed into his chair as your fingers massaged his shoulders, a quiet hum of satisfaction emitting from his throat.

You needed something more to keep yourself feeling free and unbothered so you quickly downed another round of drinks. A fact which didn't go unnoticed by Johnny.

"Slow down, darlin'. Wanna be flat on your face 'fore the nights over?," he warned, pulling a cigarette from his pack of Marlboro Reds.

"More like flat on her back," a voice behind you wheezed with laughter. "Little whore's achin' for it," he muttered, gulping down the rest of his beer.

Johnny's shoulders tightened beneath his leather jacket, a nearly imperceptible signal that he would attack even as the slow exhale of smoke obscured your view of his expressive green eyes.

Seconds later his body was in motion, hoisting you from his lap in one fluid motion to dive for the man who'd dared insult you. Although you hid your face in your hands to keep from witnessing what would come next, the sickening crunch of bone told you everything you needed to know about the swift and merciless justice Johnny was exacting on your behalf.

Another loud crack and a rush of wind sent you scrambling against the wall, opening your eyes just in time to see a chair being broken over Johnny's back. However, he recovered more quickly than his drunken opponent, grasping the switch blade from his boot and raising up to swipe at the man's cheek.

A sharp gasp left your mouth as blood spattered across Johnny's front, a sharp metallic scent cutting through the acrid sweat soaked air instantly. As the man doubled over in pain, Johnny turned to Brucie shouting gruffly, "Get her out of here."

"M sorry," the pathetic figure sputtered, blood pooling in his mouth as you shuffled past. "I didn't know she was your lady..."

Johnny rolled his eyes at the blatant lie. "Now you fucking know," he hissed with a swift kick to his ribs, watching the man fall to a heap at his feet.

As the chaos subdued the owner rounded the corner, shoulders hunched in submission as the fear coursing through his veins caused him to ramble apologetically. "If I told him once, I told the kid a hundred times, he's gotta watch that mouth of his. He's like that no good father of his. But he's my sister's boy so I try, you know? Please, Johnny, he's learned his lesson. He's gonna remember it too," he swore earnestly as he helped the kid off the floor, eyes still trained on Johnny's blade.

"Is that right?" Johnny asked with a raised brow. His eyes roved the bar slowly as he pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket to clean the blood from his knife. "Well, I know my girl's gonna remember this and that don't sit too good with me."

"He'll apologize," the owner spoke up as his nephew groaned in protest.

Taking a step forward to hover over his bloodied victim, Johnny seethed in a low threatening tone, "He's not coming anywhere near her."

"I don't understand....What else do you w-want?" came the frightened reply.

Tucking his knife back inside his boot, Johnny shrugged. "Make it go away."

A sliver of light cut into the darkened bar as Brucie cautiously entered, finding Johnny standing motionless amidst the broken glass and bar stools. Even in profile, he recognized the crazed look lingering in Johnny's eyes. As he drew his lighter toward the waiting cigarette on his lips, the bright orange flame flickered in his pupils, illuminating the murderous desire that still lurked within.

Brucie gulped before asking, "What about the bar?"

"Burn it down," Johnny answered without hesitation, turning on his heel to find you.

When he caught sight of your trembling form, he captured you in his strong arms. "How's my doll? You hurt?" he asked, hooking his chin against the top of your head protectively, his hand caressing your back.

Crushing him with your eager embrace, you took the first deep breath you'd been able to draw since leaving his side. "I'm fine," you assured him as you broke away, lacing your fingers with his.

He hissed in pain and your eyes fell to his bloody knuckles, fingers tracing the rapidly swelling joints as you accessed the damage. "Needs ice," you commented, placing a tender kiss to his reddened skin.

He visibly shivered beneath your touch, hand clasping the back of your neck as he confessed, "I only need you right now, sweetheart." Dipping his head to capture your lips in a searing kiss, he tore away long enough to urge, "C'mon." The desperation in his eyes being the only explanation you needed, you allowed him to take hold of your elbow and pull you into the alley across the street.

Stolen away from anyone still lingering outside the bar, nothing could stop him from ravishing you in the inky twilight. The crushing grip of his hands yanking your hips toward him, fingers pressing into the flesh of your ass before wandering upward to squeeze your waist, then seek the heat of your body beneath your cropped shirt. It was as though he couldn't decide which part of you he wanted most and greedily took you in by the handful.

As you caressed his cheek, he finally tangled his fingers in your hair, tugging slightly to tilt your chin up at him. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip with a look of famished desire before he leaned in to devour you, sucking and biting until your lips turned puffy and swollen. The pleasing shade of ruby red making him groan.

Still feeling the adrenaline of the past hour coursing through your veins, you couldn't help but give in to his feral intensity, especially as you glimpsed the fresh spatter of blood on his shirt. Pushing his jacket from his body, your fingernails clawed at his muscular shoulders, leaving scratch marks through the thin white fabric of his t-shirt.

He smirked at your eagerness, pinching your nipple harshly through your top and eliciting a whimper from you that made his cock strain in his pants. Tapping your thigh, he indicated for you to jump into his arms and you quickly found yourself pinned between his sturdy frame and the cool concrete wall behind you. He pushed the air from your lungs as the weight of his chest settled over you in an act of raw domination.

Leveraging your position against the wall, you began to rock your pelvis against the growing bulge in his jeans and he relinquished his hold on you to concentrate on the delicious friction.

A give and take of pleasure began as he leaned forward to suck a bruise into the tender flesh of your neck, a growl ripping from his throat when he could no longer stand his confines.

"Gotta have you, baby doll," he ground out between huffs of breath.

"I'm yours," you promised, looking up at him through your lashes as you helped free him to the cool night air. Locking eyes with him, you spit into your palm before grasping his throbbing length with enthusiasm.

You watched his eyes roll back in pleasure as you began to pump him, biting your lip at the enticing way his jaw went slack whenever your wrist flicked on the upstroke. He moaned as your thumb grazed his weeping tip, more than ready to bury himself inside your warmth.

Moving your underwear to one side, he dipped two fingers inside you without warning, making you clench down around him as he praised, "So wet for me."

The rough callouses of his fingers dragging against your sensitive walls created a wave of uncontrollable panting, a voice you barely recognized as your own issuing forth to beg for his cock.

"Need you Johnny, please," you mumbled into his shoulder as he removed his fingers to brush the head of his cock against your slick folds, teasing another round of wanton moans from you.

Your pleas severed the last shred of his self control, strong hands repositioning you to cup your ass tightly and begin pistoning up into you.

You clung to him as best you could, ankles locking around his lower back to accept each powerful thrust. As your breath came in short bursts, Johnny could feel you begin to flutter around him with the tell tale signs of your impending release.

"That's it, sweet girl, cum on my cock. Just for me," he coaxed, knowing just the sound of his voice could push you over the edge.

"Johnny, Johnny, I'm gonna..." you whined and he slowed his pace slightly to tilt his head, watching your face contort in pleasure.

"That's it, pretty. Feels good, huh?" he asked, beard scratching against your cheek as he nibbled your jawline. "Go on, say it again. Who makes you feel this good?" he prodded arrowing his hips into you with skilled precision.

"Ugh...you...you do, Johnny!" you squeaked, fingers scrambling to find his face with your eyes screwed shut.

"Open your fucking eyes when you say that," he growled, large hand encircling your neck and giving a squeeze to demonstrate his seriousness.

Your eyelids flew open, meeting his piercing stare just as your orgasm crested, the intensity of it and the lack of oxygen making you dizzy.

He released his hold moments later to press his lips to yours, breathing life back into your shaking body as he continued thrusting into you, words of devotion tumbling from his lips. "Such a good girl for me."

You could sense his own end approaching as he began to lose rhythm and you murmured against him, "Finish in my mouth."

With a nod, he lowered you onto shaky legs, watching as you steadied yourself against his broad thighs, parted lips waiting for his seed. Johnny held the back of your head as he fisted his cock roughly, unable to believe the admiration shining in your dewy eyes. He came with a grunt, thick pearlescent ropes falling onto your tongue as a loud explosion erupted just over your shoulder.

Swallowing harshly, you leaped up to the safety of his chest, heart crashing against your ribcage.

Johnny waited for a moment before raising your chin away from the crook of his neck with his thumb and forefinger. He slowly turned your head to face the direction of a loud crackling sound and you flinched watching the flames leap into the night sky.

"Is...is that what I think it is?" you asked breathlessly, barely able to comprehend the heat rising at your back.

"All for you, sweetheart," he confirmed. "I'd burn this city to the ground for you," he whispered, scattering kisses along your collarbone.

You had no doubt because that's the kind of man Johnny was. His love was like a burning ring of fire which had gone wild in every sense of the word.

[baka-bakeneko]

Pretty Boy - Johnny Silverhand x Fem!V Reader

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Johnny Silverhand has a body, Johnny Silverhand and V have a happy ending, rockstar/groupie roleplay, pet names [princess/baby], foreplay, dry humping, d*ldo sucking, cl*t suction, double c*ck handjob, love bites, an*l fingering, missionary pegging, n*pple biting, oral sex [V receiving]

Summary: You and Johnny try something new and you turn out to like it.

wc: 2.7k

a/n: i'm biting my knuckles, silently screaming, keanu reeves, johnny silverhand i'm your biggest fan

You came out of the shower, drying your hair with your singular towel as Johnny lounged in the bed in his leather pants.

He raised a brow at you, taking in the clean damp of your body. "Why don't you come sit on my lap, princess?"

You grinned at him, tossing the towel into the basket by the door. Johnny rested on his back, folding his arms behind his head. "Come on, lil' groupie. I promise to treat you right."

Scoffing at him, you kneeled onto the bed then hitched your leg over Johnny's waist. You sat carefully, rubbing against the hard crease of his leather pants.

"Val, you're so fucking hot," he slipped out, a hand roaming from your thigh, admiring the curve of your body before grabbing onto your breast.

You arched your back at his touch, tossing your damp hair over your shoulder before touching Johnny's chest; his tattoo decorated his side, his scars on the other.

"Mr. Silverhand, I'm such a big fan," you breathed out, raking your nails up Johnny's chest.

"I bet you are, sweetheart." Johnny's hand trailed down your naked chest then used his thumb to flash your clit at him. "You're wet for me, aren't you?"

You haltingly nodded, earning Johnny's fingers wedging under your pussy. You panted, rocking your hips up to earn Johnny's fingers sliding into you.

"Very wet. I love easy groupies," he teased, tilting his chin up with a smirk. "They're needy to please me."

You raised your brows at him, meeting his smirk with your own. "I'll do anything you want."

Johnny raised his brows as if to test your theory. From behind his head, his other hand produced a bundle of straps dangling from a clear dildo.

"Anything," he repeated, offering over the bundle of straps to you. "Let's see it on, baby."

You quirked at him, taking the strap from him and untangling the straps. It took a few seconds to slide over your thighs, strapping it snugly around your bare ass.

As soon as you secured the final strap around your waist, you giggled. Staring down your body to see the mid-size dildo below and between your breasts.

Johnny released a heavy exhale, reaching around to spank your ass. "You look good like that, princess. You know how to use that thing?"

You shook your head. "No, but I'm willing to learn."

"Atta girl," Johnny praised, leaning up to take your breast in his mouth. "You're gonna do great."

You groaned, running your hand through Johnny's greasy hair. Nosing at his hairline, you watched as Johnny tenderly mawed at your nipple, his other hand caressing your other breast equally.

He freed his mouth from you, kissing at your breast bone then down, leaving little licks in his wake before wiggling himself into a precarious position just under your silicone cock.

Johnny carefully dragged his tongue in a long stripe down the length of the toy, his spit decorating the tip with little bubbles and a string that dangled his bottom lip.

You bit your lip, staring down at your man so confidently opening his mouth to welcome the silicone tip. You blushed, your hand in his hair, guiding him onto the toy with a satisfied groan.

"You're easy too, I see," you teased, your hand in his hair sliding to caress his hallowed cheek. "You like that cock, don't you baby?"

Johnny agreed with a hum, meeting your eyes as he sank a bit further. His hands gripped at your hips, sliding his mouth forward and back and giving you a show. It was definitely hot, you couldn't lie, watching this man take down a cock without making a big deal.

When he pulled off of you with a satisfied smack, Johnny tilted his head back at you. "You got that thing on, right?"

You quirked a brow at him, your fingers tapping the straps to make sure it was secure. "I think so?"

Johnny smirked, taking a hand to wedge between your mound and the strap base. "Here, baby, not all the way on."

He carefully slinked a thin silicone tube down to meet your clit before suctioning it. You groaned in response, feeling the short nub of silicone cupped around your clit. Johnny smiled, smacking your ass with purse of his lips.

"Let's try that again," he taunted, returning to your silicone cock with a long lick.

This time, you felt it through your body. You gasped at the caress of Johnny's nose to your tip before taking the toy into his mouth again.

Your eyes widened, groaning and tilting your hips to chase the warmth of Johnny's mouth. He attempted at a smile, holding your hips steady as he sank his mouth on your silicone length.

"Johnny," you moaned, your hand returning into his hair. "Fuck, that's good."

He pulled off of you with a chuckle, leaning back to undo his pants. You shifted off of him, watching as Johnny gracefully peeled his pants off his legs, tugging them off of his ankles before shifting onto his side to grab a bottle of lube.

Johnny spread his legs before you, his cock at-attention, as he popped the lid of the lube and held two fingers before the pucker of his ass.

"Stroke it, baby. Give me a show," Johnny purred as he dripped lube onto his fingers and slowly pushed them into his ass.

Your eyes widened softly, interest taking over at the new sounds emanated from Johnny's throat. Without hesitation, you sidled closer between his spread legs, taking grip of your silicone cock and Johnny's in your outspread hand.

You both groaned, your lengths matching up at the head as you ran your fingers down Johnny's. He moaned, his cock twitching as he worked his fingers in and out of himself.

"Good boy," you teased back, narrowing your eyes at him as your lips pursed after speaking.

Johnny met your eyes, his eyebrow piquing in minute pleasure, his chest going hot at your words and fingers gracing his strained cock.

"Readying yourself for me?" you asked, running your free hand down from your neck to flirty-touch your own body to tempt Johnny further.

Johnny nodded, rushing his fingers in and out of his softening pucker. You licked your lips, running your hand back up Johnny's cock and down again while pressing yours against his.

He whined, raising his hips to chase after your fingers as his fingers plunged deeper into his hole. "Fuck, V."

You moaned, leaning over Johnny to tease your nose against his.

"You're such a good boy," you repeated, stroking Johnny's length again as his lip trembled before he bit it.

He hissed as he pulled his fingers from his hole, using them to deliver more lube to the pucker of his ass. Johnny attempted to steel himself, gritting his jaw to meet your sultry eyes.

"P-put it in, princess," he muttered, looking down both of your bodies as you rutted your silicone cock against his.

You purred, lowering your body against his; you hand snaked up his chest, touched at the burnt mend of his arm then to the nape of his hair. Clutching at his hair, you tilted his head back and ran your lips down his throat, still rocking your cock against his.

Johnny melted, a pleased gurgle leaving his throat as his metallic hand gripped your hip. You hummed, suckling at his skin in lines, leaving reddened splotches.

"Just a minute," you whispered, reversing up his throat to meet his parted lips.

You dove your tongue into his mouth, drawing another moan from Johnny as you pulled your hips back and lined up to his lubed pucker.

You nudged your tip between his cheeks, taking up a bit more lube before taking the bottle set against his hip. Still keeping his mouth occupied, you lathered your silicone cock and stroked at it once.

You hiccuped a moan into Johnny's mouth, pausing to glance down as you guided into him. Just as your tip found its slight ease in Johnny's pucker, you kissed him again.

Johnny parted from you to throw his head back into the pillow, both of you sharing a shuddering laugh that devolved into a moan. Your clit pulsed in tandem with Johnny's tight ass trying to adjust.

You braced a hand to his stomach, resting your lips to his chin. Johnny managed to bob his head down to meet your mouth again. Your hand slipped to his hip, holding him steady as you panted against his mouth once.

"Relax, Johnny," you cooed, pushing an inch into Johnny's ass.

He squirmed, grunting with grit teeth before you. You pursed your lips in an 'o', guiding Johnny to breathe. His nose scrunched but he slowly followed your lead, pushing a hard breath down your neck.

"That's it," you praised, pushing another inch in and watching Johnny's face break down, even as his lips remained in a 'o'. His breath left him with a steady blow at your neck. "That's my good boy."

Johnny's eyes rolled, resting his head into the pillow again. He twitched slightly, his body stretching out beneath you. You raked your eyes down his body, his cock shifting against his belly leaking precum.

"You are so fucking hot," you hissed, taking soft grip of his jaw to make you look at him.

Biting his lip, Johnny's eyes struggled to stay open as he glanced down your naked body to your straps then back up. "So are you."

He ran his hands up and down your sides before settling them at your hips. You felt grossly inflated with power, seductive, as you turned your boyfriend into a whimpering mess.

Just as he did you so many times. You grinned at him, kissing down his throat again then to his collarbone. Sucking at his skin again, you were enlivened by every moan that left Johnny's melodic throat.

Your grin turned to a smirk, bending further to circle your lips around his nipple. Glancing up at Johnny, he crooked his neck to meet your eyes. Your tongue flattened to his nipple, then lowered your mouth to it and suckled.

Your teeth tempted at his nipple, then tenderly bit around it.

"V," Johnny tried, his voice barely holding ground.

You parted from Johnny's nipple with a satisfied smack. "I aim to please you, baby."

You innocently rested your cheek to his chest, allowing Johnny to rest his hand at the back of your neck. As you sat up again, still holding onto his hips and sank the rest of your length in Johnny's ass.

He shuddered again, dropping his hand from the back of your neck. You slowly pulled out of him, angling your hips to pump into him at a mild rhythm.

Johnny was frozen, moreso broken, as you worked your cock into his ass and watched his brain slowly scramble. His cock twitched against his stomach, leaking more precum against his navel.

His hand clutched into the bedsheets, his eyes lulling with whimpers escaping his beautifully damp lips.

"Pretty boy," you purred, raking your dull nails up and down his torso. "A good, pretty boy on this cock."

Johnny's head writhed on the pillow, wanting to retort though he was devolved to moans and whines of pleasure. You licked your lips, naturally turned on by his beautiful and pitiful noises.

"What a little pillow prince," you cooed, running your hand up to drag your thumb along his bottom lip. "You turn me on, baby."

Johnny managed to lift his head an inch, meeting your eyes from his lounged state. "Y-yeah?"

"Fuck yes," you drew out, reversing your hand back to his chest.

You teased your fingers over his reddened cockhead, his cock straining with veins to hold on. Swirling your fingers in the soft puddle of his cum, you drew them up to your lips and licked the tang from your fingertips.

"Ho-ly," Johnny trembled, throwing his head back again as he white-knuckled the sheets.

You quirked a brow at him, reaching to stroke his length. Johnny's knees buckled from their bend, writhing up and down with finding no escape of the pleasure.

Your hand on his hip steadied him, shushing him to relax again. Johnny's chest reddened as he hiccuped, still trying to hold on.

His neck, decorated with your love bites; his nipple sporting a dull red bite around it. His light skin reacted to your dull nails, showing long thin red lines along his chest. Johnny was a messy collage of your love.

He finally swatted your hand away from his cock, his back arching as your thrusts became longer. You lifted Johnny's hips off of the bed, shortening your thrusts to angle them at his prostate.

Johnny squirmed further, whining and whimpering until he hyperventilated. You paused, easing his hips back down to the bed. Looking at him, you saw his eyes watering.

"Aww, baby," you coaxed, leaning over to kiss Johnny's soft eyelids. "Too much?"

Johnny shook his head, his chest stuck in big breaths before you reached a hand out to the middle of his chest. "Deep breath, you're almost there, baby."

Johnny growled mutedly, tilting his chin up to beg for your kiss. You gave in, your hand slinking down to stroke his cock again in tandem of your soft thrusts.

He whined against your lips, his muted cries of pleasure lost in the chasm of your mouth. Johnny's hand mirrored his other at your hips again, attempting to still you as he broke away with a loud shudder.

His groans echoed through the cave of your room, making you lick your lips at the beautiful sounds. You felt Johnny's cum decorate his stomach, your stomach as well to the close proximity.

You slowed your hips to rest your silicone cock in his ass, allowing Johnny to run his hands up to your tits.

He groped them heartily, ducking his head to decorate both of them with wet kisses. You straightened your back, rocking your hips further into Johnny's ass and earning jostled groan.

When you had your fill of Johnny's mouth praises, you slowly pulled your silicone cock out of his ass. You watched with sick intrigue at how your gummy dick was covered in now bubbly lube. Johnny's used hole gasped, making you feel a bit keen to using him again.

Johnny was slow to move onto his knees before you, grabbing your face to kiss you harder. You were paused in the middle of the bed with Johnny's hands reaching down to undo your straps.

His fingers fumbled blindly to unbind you from your strap, earning a pleased his when the suction came off of your clit. The harness slid down your knees to rest on the bed between you.

"That's my good fucking groupie," Johnny taunted, his fingers finding your pussy and sinking two of his metal fingers into you. He threw his head back at the feeling of you; you gripped onto his shoulders, leaning against him as he pumped his fingers into you quickly.

"And still so fucking wet, goddamn." Johnny's eyes rolled at the feeling of you, turning into your neck to sloppily kiss your skin.

You stayed suspended in his praises, your chin resting against his collar. "Did I do good?"

"Oh baby," Johnny began, his knees wobbling as he leaned you back to the foot of the bed. "You did phenomenal. Let me return the favor."

You hummed, greeting the bed as Johnny unstrapped the harness from around your legs and tossing it away. Sitting up on your elbows, you watched Johnny stretch his body out after you, spreading your legs and curling his arms around your thighs.

You giggled at the ticklish feeling of Johnny's beard on the sensitive skin of your thighs. Raising your hips, you wiggled in his hold before he settled you down with a tender pull.

"Eyes on me, princess," Johnny muttered, keeping your gaze as he descended on your pussy. "Eyes on me."

When Johnny delved his tongue into you, you bit back an eager trill. His fingers dug into your thighs, keeping your legs apart as you rested your hand to the back of Johnny's head.

"Good boy," you taunted back, your chest rising in heavy breaths. "Good, pretty boy."

[crimsonbubble]

Stop… imagine mk11 Johnny calling you a good girl/boy for the first time, and he notices by your expressions and body language that you like it, but you’re too embarrassed and shy to say anything, so he gradually starts using it more in a teasing manner to try and get you to fess up 😵‍💫😵‍💫 and when you finally do he rewards you. THIS MAN IS DRIVING ME INSANE…

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, heaping handfuls of praise, oral *not proofread, just pure horny

[I want him SO FUCKING BAD 🛐🛐🛐🛐]

As soon as he noticed your reaction to being called a good girl/boy he was floored

He seized any opportunity to press himself behind you when you were doing something, just to reward with a few honey words of praise

Helping him chop up veggies for dinner snc he simply mutters "good job, baby." and kisses your forehead as he continues to cook

When you're standing in front of the mirror while getting ready, he'll stand right behind you maybe even wolf whistle at you as you put the final touches on your outfit "getting all dolled up for me, baby?"

When he wants to do smth for you but you wont let him so he tries to compromise with you by saying "just be a good girl/boy for me and let me take care of ya, 'kay?"

Okay change of pace

Johnny calling you a good girl/boy when you've got his dick down your throat

He can't help but blabber on about how good you're being for him

Def the type to say "atta girl/boy."

Gives you all the pleasure in the world

This is about you, not him

"Be a good girl/boy and come for me, yea?"

"You can give me another one, can't you, pretty boy/girl?"

[blingblong55]

I hate cigarettes -141

Ghost and R/N dislike smoking

Ghost: smoking Johnny?

Soap: Got to blend in Lt

*Gaz lights Soap's cigarette*

*R/N passes by coughing loudly*

R/N: you cunts will kill me lungs

*takes both Soap and Gas's cigarettes and throws them on the ground and steps on them*

Ghost: Atta girl/boy

Price in the distance enjoys his cigar

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#368

“Where are you off to?...  The mall?  Well, your friends will need to wait.  We have something to talk about. 

“I have looked after your step-dad, my brother, for his entire life, and I have gotten to know your ma just these past few years.  I trust Doyle with my life.  So when he and your ma ask a favor to have you live with me while they work out their problems, I can’t say no.  I told them that I don’t expect any problems from you.  And they assured me that you are a good boy and that you would follow my rules.  Well, after a long twelve-hour day at the job site, I want to relax with a Scotch Whisky and a nice Macanudo cigar.  Well, imagine my surprise that the bottle of Johnnie Walker, that I opened earlier this week, is well over half gone.  I know how much I drink; that bottle would last me a month and a half at least.  Care to explain?... 

“Well Vinny, don’t ever insult my intelligence again.  That is a battle you will never win.  You drank my Scotch.  Now you have to deal with the consequences. 

“C’mere!...  I said ‘Come here!’  Lay your sorry ass across my lap; you’re getting a good old fashioned ass whooping. 

“…I don’t give a shit that you turned 18 only a few months ago.  You ain’t too old to be put in your place….  Don’t you dare head to the door….

“…I told you not to underestimate me.  Hold still.  I was a state champion wrestler in High School.  I was also a cop before my heart problems.  I know how to take down a bitch like you.  Quit squirming.  Let’s get these sweatpants off you….  Going commando, hunh? 

“…What?  Don’t have something stupid to say?  It’s time for you to pay for your fuck up.  This is a nice ass.  So smooth and pale pink.  Too bad I have to welt it up.

“That’s one.  One of twenty… on each cheek.  Two…  Three…  Now this cheek.  Fuck yeah.  My hand is going to be sore for a while, but I don’t care.  Six.  Seven.  You are starting to go red here.  Boy you got a hot ass!  Ha! Literally it’s very warm. 

“Your crack needs some color….  What the fuck?  You are wet in your crack.  It doesn't stink.  Fuck!  This is lube!  What the fuck?...

“Ha! You were going commando to the mall in sweatpants and your ass is lubed up?  No, you have something lined up to get fucked.  Ha! Ha!

“And I bet…  Don’t try to fight me on this, you have enough lube here for me to easily glide in my finger… like this.  Oooh, there’s your prostate.... I can tell you are cleaned out.

“So, let’s start this conversation over.  Stand up….  I thought that’s what I felt.  Your pecker is hard from you being spanked.  Ha!  I love it.  Look I am totally fine with you being a sperm burper.  Fuck, get laid whenever you want.  So want to tell me where you were really going?

“Have a hook up?  That’s nice.  Is it from one of those apps?...  Let me see his profile….  Give me your phone….  Which app was it?...  Let me see.  This him?...  So you like 43-year-olds?  That’s cool.  I’m a little bit older than that.

“Oh, your chat with him is interesting.  Very interesting….  So you like sucking on ‘Daddy’s toes?’  This is fucking great…. Quit protesting.  I do love it… all of it.  I love that you are rock hard. 

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret.  I am rock hard too.  Yeah, I’ve played with boys before. 

“Here let me take it out for you.  Boy you got me leaking.  Grab a hold of it.  It’s a sizeable piece hunh?...  I see you licking your lips.

“Shut up….  One moment….  There!  I just sent him a message saying that you are going to be twenty to thirty minutes late because your uncle needs some help unloading some things.

“On the bed….  I don’t give a shit.  You got me hard; you are going to take care of it.  I want that red ass of yours.  Atta boy.

“Spread your legs as far as you can.  Just lay there.  I prefer when my holes don’t move around.  And if you can, don’t moan.  Just be the hole you are destined to be.

“Fuck!  It is like silk in here.  I am going to enjoy using this hole daily….  I said don’t say anything.  You live in my house with a hole I can fuck, you better believe I’m going to beat and breed this hole.  You got that?  Beat and breed.  Beat and breed.  I hope your mouth is as good as this pussy hole of yours.  If not, I’ll train ya right.

“Oh man, I’m gonna cum.  I’m gonna flood your guts.  Here it cums.  Here it fucking cums.  Get ready boy.  Uhhh!  Fuuuuuck!  Hell yeah!  Fuck!  Goddamn!  Fuck!

“Goddamn!  I love your ass.  Clamp down as I pull out.  Fuck yeah.  I can tell this isn’t your first fuck….  Don’t worry, I won’t tell your ma or my brother.  They don’t need to know. 

“Get up.  Clean me off….  What?  Look at my cock.  It needs to be cleaned up.  Get your mouth on my dick now.  Don’t question me on this….  Atta boy.  You are going to learn that living here requires you to follow my rules.  Rule one, you are getting beat then seeded when I want.  Rule two, you clean me up after yourself.  My cock rules this house and those in it.

“Ok.  Get dressed.  No, you cannot use the bathroom.  You are going to your hook up with a messed up ass, loaded up good.  If he should ask, tell him your uncle unloaded a week’s worth of baby batter in your pussy.

“Now go.  I want to hear details when you get back.  Oh and Vinny, in the future, if you want some Scotch, just ask.  Considering I’m going to beat your ass one way or the other, you kinda earned it.  Now go. 

“And take care of my babies.”

[theheartcollecter]

GHOUL

Fem!Reader x Monster!141

Chapter 5: Carmine

Warnings: masturbaition, eavesdropping on sex, some fighting (lmk if I missed any)

A/n: this one is a bit longer, hope you enjoy🫶🏻🫶🏻

Over the next few weeks the hybrids trained me, mainly Simon and Kyle. Johnny was too eager and John normally had paperwork to do. Simon was harsh but effective with his training and Kyle was more patient. The boys taught me code words to use on the comms and how to use a basic pistol in case of emergencies. I trained wearing a bulky tack vest full of knives and other things. The uniform they gave me was a long sleeve black shirt paired with cargo pants and boots. By the end of each training day I was caked in sweat.

“Gonna need to give ‘er a code name soon, sir.” The dragon hummed in response to Simon, the two men watching as Kyle once again tackled me to the ground. I’ll admit, having the feathered man on top of me was nothing to complain about. “Ugh,” I scrunched my nose at Kyle, who just grinned down at me, pushing him off. “What if I pick my own code name?” I suggested, “What’ll it be then?” Said John before taking a drag from his cigar, one that always seemed to be lit. I thought for a second before settling on “Carmine.” John nodded, “Alright, from now on you’ll be called Carmine in the fields.”

Later that night we discussed the mission, only two days away now. I had a bag packed and everything, the reality coming down upon me that in two days I’ll have to kill or kidnap Dain. I shouldn’t feel pity for him, he’s the one that got me into this.. mess. Although, this ‘mess’ might be the best thing that ever happened to me.

I laid in my bed, tossing and turning. I let out a groan as I eventually sat up, staring at the wall. I couldn’t sleep no matter what. I looked around me room until my eyes fell on a tiny book. I picked it up and sat back in my bed, the title was something old and classic. I read a few pages until rhythmic thumps were heard on the wall opposite my bed. I got up, book forgotten as I pad across my room, curious as to what the noise was all about. Johnny’s room was the only one near mine, Kyle’s beside his, John’s across from mine and Simon’s beside his. I thought Johnny might’ve fallen, the wolf had a clumsy side.

“Shite, Simon,” I let out a small gasp, my hand covered my mouth. Oh my god. I run back to my bed, crawl under the covers, but then.. “Tha’ feel good, Johnny?” Followed by the slap of skin, and sloppy kisses. I wondered if Kyle and John could hear it, or if they too were having their time together. It had been so long since I last got any relief, my core practically gushed at the sound of them. I shook my head, trying to forget about it and go to sleep.

I knew the boys had some kind of relationship, but I wasn’t sure of the extent. The things spewing out of Simon’s mouth were the sexiest I’ve ever heard, and Johnnys moans were like sirens. My breath grew heavy, I reached down into my sleeping shorts, my hand found my clit easily, circling the little nub. I moaned, slapping a hand over my mouth. Though it was unlikely the pair heard me over their own pleasure. Sweat slicked my forehead as my hand grew faster, my fangs bit into my lower lip, almost tearing into the plush. My cunt grew wetter with each noise they made. “Atta boy, ya close?” Johnny only garbled a moan in response, Simon chuckled, a sound that made my thighs close around my hand. I pressed on my clit harder, my hand grabbed onto my pillow, sheets, anything as I came. The grunts from the next room told me they too had reached their peak. Simon no doubt filling Johnny up. The image made my cunt pulse all over again. I sighed as I rubbed a hand over my face, before drifting to sleep.

The next morning I wake up to the smell of bacon, a food I used to love as a human, now the fried meat makes my stomach churn. I rise from my bed, throwing on some pants and a bra. I walk out to the dining room, the boys are all there except Johnny. John is in the kitchen plating food for the others, his green wing shining in the sunlight, horns look ethereal. “Mornin’ dove, want some?” He offers, I shake my head, sparing him the talk of how food tastes to Ghouls. I sit next to Kyle, who mutters a ‘Goodmorning, pretty’ before scarfing down his plate. Simon has his mask rolled up only far enough to eat comfortably, he locks eyes with me, my breath hitches. Shit, does he know? No, there’s no way he does. I advert my eyes as Johnny comes out of his room, sweatpants low and no shirt on, exposing his abs and a trail of curly dark brown hair that leads underneath. He’s rubbing his back, no doubt aching from last nights activities. I must’ve been staring too long because a sly smirk is plastered on his face when I look up. “See anythin’ ya like?” His tail wags slightly, I grumble and turn my head. “‘Nough. Tomorrow is the big day, mission starts.” John passes the wolf hybrid his food before digging into his own. Kyle’s black wings stretch out behind me as he yawns, leaning back and patting his stomach. “Mm, should cook more often, Cap.” The rest of the day is boring and long, filled with lectures and plans. My uniform is laid out on my bed, I stare at it but can’t help thinking: somethings missing. I find my mask and place it next to it, there, it’s perfect. I spend my night thinking of Dain, how will he react to me? Will it be easy to kill him if he doesn’t cooperate? Or will salty tears slide down my face when my Kagune rips him in two? Will I indulge in him? Eat his flesh?

Morning comes quicker than I expect, the sun hasn’t even begun to show and no birds chirp. I groggily turn off my alarm, a knock comes from my door, “Can I come in Bonnie? I got some coffee for yer sleepiness.” I grant Johnny access, the first time anyone’s ever come into my room, he walks over to my bed, placing the black coffee down on my nightstand. “Better get up and ready, Cap’ is kinda grumpy in the mornings.” He gives me a small smile, the bags under his eyes confirming he’s just as tired as me. I ruffle his hair, his soft ears flattening on his head. I don’t notice the faint blush that coats his cheeks. “Thanks, Johnny” I say between a yawn. He nods and leaves my room. The coffee is warm and goes down smoothly.

After a steamy shower I get ready, my uniform on, mask in hand. I put my silvery hair in a slick bun and then I grab my duffle bag and head outside my room. John tells me to load my stuff in the car outside, so I place my bag in the van and wait inside. After a few minutes I grow impatient, “What are we waiting on?” I say as I see everyone but Johnny is standing by the entrance. He comes running a few seconds later, “Okay, I’m ready tae go now!” His tag wags as he holds up a sketchbook in his hand. In the car we all settle in, John and Simon sit up front, taking turns driving. Kyle is passed out halfway through and Johnny draws in his sketchbook. I look over to see a unfinished sketch of Kyle, drool seeping out of his mouth and onto Johnnys shoulder, just like how he is in real life.

The trip in the car is long, but then we transfer to plane, and after that it was all a blur. We get to the site a few hours later, by now it’s dark out and the air is crisp. We head out of the trunk, there is a big building—like the base we came from— enclosed by fencing and guards with guns. There is few lights, making it almost impossible to see where I’m going. John makes fast movements with his hands, signaling us to follow him. Our movements are quick and quiet, I’m in front of Kyle and behind Simon as we walk. We sneak around to the back of the building, there is few guards but still some nonetheless. John hops over the gate carefully, then Johnny, Kyle flys over it, and Simon helps me up. I have to ignore the way his hands feel against my skin. The boys begin to move but I wait for Simon, who has yet to jump over the gate. To say I’m shocked is an understatement when Simon turns into a shadowy figure and passes through the gate. It must show on my face because I see his eyes crinkle, hinting at a smile. I turn and follow the rest of the boys. It happens all to fast, the boys take out the few guards, Johns gun firing, Simon turning into smoke then coming up from behind them and snapping their necks, Johnny using his claws and canines to rip apart soldiers and Kyle flying high above us. The walkie I was given is in my ear, and through it rings Kyle’s voice, “Carmine, the ghoul is inside the left wing!” This is my time to act. My time to finally see Dain. I put on my mask hastily as I run towards the left wing, Ghoul blood making me run inhumanly fast past multiple yelling soldiers, not giving them my attention, my mind focused on one thing.

In a crowd of panicking soldiers, blue buzzed hair and red eyes that mirror my own find mine. He looks surprised, confused and a bunch of other things I don’t care for as my rage bubbles inside me. My mask covers all but my Ghoul eye which encases in black as a sprint towards Dain.

Taglist: @sugarrush-blush @sleepisfortheweakpooh @caffieneaddictt18 @ghostly-fox-pawz (comment to be added/removed)

[bisexualcage]

If it’s not a problem, can I request a fluffy MK1 Johnny Cage x male reader fic where reader suffers from a lot of chronic pain? I suffer a lot from it and I’m just really in need of some comfort from my bbg Johnny. I’d greatly appreciate it if you did do this!

-🦇 anon (idk if this was taken but if not im now bat anon)

(Sorry this took a bit long!! I hope you enjoy ❤️)

A Rising (Fallen) Star ⭐️ | Johnny Cage x Male Reader

Warnings: no warnings, just very damn tooth rotting fluff!

Relationship: Johnny Cage x Male Reader, MLM

An: I didn’t really proof read so rip

It was nearly 7 pm, Johnny had a busy day but you decided to stay in while he worked. He insisted on staying to pamper you all day but you basically forced him out, he wasn’t gonna miss a directing opportunity because of you. Or at least that’s how you saw it. Every time your chronic pain flared up you felt like hell warmed over, you didn’t want to burden anyone else too much with it and that included Johnny even though he consistently told you otherwise. That didn’t stop him from spamming your phone with texts which you’ve missed in your deep pained slumber.

“Babe, u feeling better? Take ur pain killers. U looked so tired b4 I left”

2:03

“I’m gonna buy u some stuff as soon as

I’m out of this building, I think they like my script idea! Watch out! Director Johnny Cage incoming 😎 no but seriously, u ok?”

4:48

“Hello? Honey???”

5:11

“They accepted my pitch! You’re worrying me. I’m heading over to the pharmacy to pick up some knick knacks for u stud😚”

6:19

Of course, your phone was left accidentally on silent and by the time you read these with guilt on your face you already heard the front door opening and closing, heavy steps approaching your bedroom door. You groan and yawn, sitting up weakly from the bed and rub your sore back. “Ah shit…” you mumbled under your breath.

The door clicks open and you see a worrisome Johnny with bags of stuff hanging from his hands. He takes his shades off as he spots your tired pained figure on the edge of the bed and walks over dropping the bags immediately on the floor.

“Babe, are you okay? You weren’t answering me.” He kneels in front of you and kisses your nose, his eyes so big and soft.

“My back aches so bad. I’m so sorry- as soon as you left I knocked out and-“ you rambled in guilt.

“Shhh, nonsense. Now, do you want me to start a warm bath for you?” He mumbled and caressed your jaw with his hands. “Get those muscles to relax a bit?”

You blush and nod, standing up with a wince.

“Atta boy’.” Johnny smirks and guides you to the bathroom slowly, getting the bath water going immediately.

“I’ll take it from here, okay?” You said softly, you didn’t want him to see you as weak. This has happened one too many times. It was stupid, he insisted that he didn’t see you as a burden and that he liked caring for you when you were in pain yet you just couldn’t stop being stubborn about it.

Johnny made a sigh, looking over you one last time before nodding and then peeping through the open crack of the door one last time, “Shout at me, I’ll be right outside if you need anything okay, honey?” He said tenderly.

The actor had a knowing expression, the way you were trying to act tough all of a sudden and able. You knew that he could see through your facade. When the door closed you started stripping and then submerged yourself in the warm water, you sighed in pleasure as your sore muscles relaxed. About 15 minutes passed while you were soaking in there, you winced in pain as you pulled yourself up from the bath. Carefully leaning over to get a towel, you were practically shaking.

“Christ-“ you sigh tiredly as you rubbed the towel down your torso and legs. Once you were done drying and dressing up, you started to smell something as you made your way towards the kitchen.

Johnny never cooked, not if he could help it.

Oh no. He’s cooking.

“Johnny wh-“

“Don’t worry baby, I ain’t burned the house down yet.” He turned around from the stove to face you, something simmering in a pot. Johnny looked at you up and down in your cozy pajamas and wet hair, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. He started rubbing the back of your wet head as he held you in his arms and talked.

“How was that bath? Warm enough?” He mumbled against your neck with his eyes closed, very at peace to be in your arms.

You grew warm and smile softly for the first time all day, “It was good, very nice.” You whisper, overlooking his shoulder and seeing the food being cooked. “Is that…soup?”

Johnny chuckled and pulled back, “It’s canned soup I got you from the pharmacy. Among other things.”

“Are you sure you’re cooking that-“

“Honey, I ain’t gonna stink up the house like last time I promise. It’s just simple soup I’m warming up for my, baby boy.” He smirks at you and walks over to the soup, turning the stove off.

You grow warm, whenever he called you baby boy he knew it sent you over the moon. He was being purposeful.

“Before you eat…” He looks back at you briefly and starts pouring the hot vegetable soup in to a bowl, your stomach already grumbling, “…I’m gonna give you some pain killers alright? You haven’t drank any right?”

You scratch your head, you could have sworn in your painful delirium earlier that you planned on taking them but you just knocked out immediately. “No I haven’t…damn it.”

Johnny chuckles, walking over to you with the soup in hand and places it on the kitchen island, motioning for you to sit. As you do, he takes out a painkiller bottle and gives you two pills with a glass of water. “Drink BOTH.” He said a bit sternly but with the upmost care in his eyes.

You groan, “Johnny-“

“Don’t Johnny me, I know you hate pills and swallowing them.” He crosses his arms, waiting for you to swallow them.

He was right, you hated them and you always had trouble downing them. But you took a deep breath as he rubbed your arm and swallowed them easily. It’s like his presence alone made things easier.

“Good boy! Woohoo!” He kisses your cheek, “Nothing The Cagester can’t bring out of people.” He jokes and winks at you.

“Alright alright- settle down movie star.” You smirk at him as you start practically downing the soup at a crazy pace. “These are good, no burn flavor.”

Johnny rolls his eyes and watches you eat with a small smile on his face, he was like a hawk. “I know you didn’t eat all day or take your pills.”

You look at him with shyness, “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know honey, I know. I can’t imagine what’s it’s like to hurt all the time. You start to loose the energy to do basic things.” He says with an understanding face, yet he was holding something back. Biting his tongue.

“Johnny, I thank you for all of this. I know it’s not easy sometimes and I sure don’t make them easy.” You say lowly, looking down at your lukewarm soup.

Johnny looks at you with glassy eyes, or maybe that was the dim lights in the kitchen, you couldn’t tell. Nonetheless he swallowed heavily and walked between your legs on the chair you were sitting and placed both of his hands on your cheeks— looking deep in to your tired eyes.

“When I’m with you it’s like I’m a damn lovesick puppy, you make things unbelievably easy for me. I’ve told you before, I don’t care about what you got going on. You’re not a burden-“

“I didn’t say-“

“But you’re thinking it. You’re constantly thinking it. I saw it back in the bathroom. I see it now. And if I need to reassure you a billion times that you’re nothing but a star in my life then I will. I like taking care of you. I like doing these things for you. You’re my guy, you’re my boy.” He runs his thumbs across your cheeks, his eyes filled with nothing but care.

Suddenly, he leans in and crashes his lips on to yours, you’re engulfed by his warmness, his proximity, his love. He shifts his lips softly against yours, taking his time, your noses rubbing against one another. A small grunt leaves your throat and you reciprocate just as passionately. You then both pull back slightly, breathing heavily and trying to catch your breath with him. He keeps his arms around your waist, rubbing lightly at your sore back in circular motions.

“Someone’s passionate today…” you chuckle.

“For you? Always. Now eat up. After that you’re gonna lay down for me and we’re gonna try the new heat pad I bought you.” He grins with excitement.

“Another one?! I have like 5 heating pads from you already!” You laugh.

“But this one supposedly has some cotton flex technology that helps muscles or some shit, isn’t that cool?” His eyes are shiny.

“Is this what you decide to buy with your big new director money?” you laugh more with a blush.

“Hey! This big new director got his script approved today. Green lit baby! So more heating pads coming your way.” He says playfully, loving the banter between you both.

“Congratulations!” You say lovingly with a huge smile on your face, “I’m so proud of you ahh.” You squeeze him closer to you.

“Thank you, sweetheart! I told you, that Karate Zombie script was gold- wait a second are you trying to distract me from you eating your soup cause it’s cold now?” He says teasingly.

You snort loudly, clearly being caught a bit. But you were still proud of him regardless.

“Eat the soup! I will feed it through your nose if I gotta!”

[shotmrmiller]

neighbor ghoap deciding it’s time to quickly put their plan into action once they get a taste of reader’s own sounds through the walls.

Brought home some guy off tinder, and they were seething the whole time. They heard the door slam, noting that the guy had left, and your moans started again. This time they were different, real, which just made Simon start laughing.

no cuz johnny almost bit through the skin of his knuckles in fury.

see, he's the one that's nudging at simon about how he needs to have you, even if it's the once.

(it's not gonna be but what simon don't know won't kill him)

simon is a bit reluctant because he's not used to sharing. what's his is his. period.

but johnny's got a honey mouth. he can spin straw into gold.

it takes a couple of deep throat blowjobs, and a few nights of murmuring directly into simon's ear as he gets fucked into the mattress to make simon see (his) reason.

and then you've gone and brought someone home. some bawbag that sounds like a cow about to breathe it's last. he feels rage, white hot, deep in his chest. his blood is practically at a rolling boil under his skin.

the last time he felt this angry was when they had makarov in the plane.

he can't even hear your sweet little whimpers you usually let out when you masturbate.

johnny turns to simon, who's absentmindedly cleaning his gun on the table and tells him to get up.

"make sure tha' feartie doesnae come back when he leaves, aye?" he snarls.

simon tips his head wordlessly. he'll let johnny order him around, just this once. the scrunched skin of johnny's nose as he bares his teeth in aggression is adorable.

he racks the slide of the gun and places it down with an audible clack, grabs his leather jacket from the chair and shrugs it on.

"does he need to disappear?"

johnny makes a disgusted sound at the back of his throat. "i dinnae care! just make sure he goes and stays gone."

simon moves quick- light on his feet toward him and fists his hair cruelly, forcibly craning johnny's neck back to lock eyes with him.

down boy.

"watch the attitude, or i'll be fuckin' it outta ya 'n there won't be anyone tell tha' imbecile t'piss off, yeah?" simon's voice rumbles with his warning.

if johnny had ears, they'd be pinned flat to his head. "aye."

he gives a soft slap to johnny's cheek. "good. i'll be back," and is out the door in seconds.

-

the next day, johnny corners approaches you in the lift, and rubs the back of his neck, feigning discomfort.

he watches your eyes widen, mouth gape in sheer horror as he tells you that he got no sleep, some guy couldn't stop caterwauling like a cat in heat last night.

oh, you look like you're about to burst into tears. he can't help but unabashedly stare at you. that expression is moving all the blood in his head south.

please cry. he'd come in his pants if you did.

the lift pings and the moment is broken, so johnny wipes the drool from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and does that he's always done best.

use his honeyed tongue.

"grab a tea with me? i promise to not bite." he walks out and steps to the side, extending a hand towards you.

he notices your hesitance, so he amps up his charm. johnny's lips curl into a roguish smile, the blunt edges of his white teeth barely visible.

"please? jus' a tea. i'll pay." simon's always said he looks best while begging.

you must seem to think so too, because you're sliding your much smaller, softer hand in his- fingers grazing the rings that adorn his hand.

"atta lass. we'll take a cab."

-

a few days later, johnny has the tv running in the background as he cooks dinner, when he hears:

'a man crashed into the bay, possibly under the influence...'

you're all theirs, now.

only theirs.

[s0fter-sin]

soap and ghost work out together and the second they enter the gym, ghost knows his sergeant’s in a mood. he’s got a comment for everything; poking at ghost’s form and his entire routine, shamelessly checking him out in the mirrors and practically ignoring his own work out until he gets to the weight bench.

soap plops himself on ghost’s hips with a paper-thin excuse of playing his spotter and chats shit about how much he’s lifting for his entire set. “that the best you got?”, “thought you were here for a workout, lt.”, “careful, lookin’ a lil’ shaky there, sir,” until ghost finally sets the bar back on the rack and orders him to switch places.

soap settles under the bar, ghost sitting heavy and imposing on his hips as he looks down at him. he doesn’t look taunting or irritated, he’s blanker than ever and soap just smirks back and lifts the bar.

and fuck is it heavy, more than he ever lifts, but soap’s always put his money where his mouth is and he refuses to put it back up until he gets at least ten reps in. he’s pushing to hide the shake in his arms as the set crawls by, huffing out harsh breaths with every rep, face steadily turning red.

ghost doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even blink as he gets to seven, to eight, to nine-

until the final rep where he crosses his arms over the bar and holds it down.

soap’s eyes widen as he rushes to adjust to the new weight, hands almost slipping as he scrambles to find the new balance point. “christ, lt., what the fuck?” he grunts, the shake in his arms growing worse by the second.

“finish the set, sergeant,” ghost orders, expectant apathy in his voice as he leans heavier on the bar.

he locks his elbows as they attempt to buckle but he can’t move it any higher. “’m fuckin’ tryin’,” he grits out.

he just shakes his head. “i don’t want you to try,” he dismisses. “i want you to lift it.”

sweat pours down soap’s face, panting as he fights against the weight. “ghost-”

ghost stands, pushing down harder as he towers over the bar to get into soap’s face. “lift the fucking bar, sergeant,” he growls.

soap screams as he shoves against ghost’s weight with everything he has until the bar finally slips over the edges of the rack, the entire bench rocking with the force of it settling into place.

his arms flop uselessly back down, hanging either side of the bench completely numb as he pants, too breathless to think as his head spins and his cock throbs.

ghost just pats his reddened cheek as he slings his leg off him and heads over to the exercise bikes; not even sparing a glance at him as he throws out, “‘atta boy, johnny.”

[bravo4iscool]

What's up bestieeeee <3

I saw your call for request and ideas and I SHALL PROVIDE.

How would the TF141 react to getting a pet (feel free to choose what kind of pet, depending what pet person you think they are!)

And how would they behave as a pet parent? 👀

If you don't write for all of them, just do the ones you feel like!!

Have a lovely night 🩷

~ Fi 🐝

AHHH THANKS FOR THIS REQUEST!!! i love it very much🤭

i hope you like the kind of animals i gave them hahah (i’m sorry it’s so short)

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

simon “ghost” riley

“come on boy,” simon urged and patted the spot beside him on the couch. “c’mere.” riley raised his head and looked at his owner. he tilted his head and blinked.

“d’nt look a’me that way,” simon laughed and shook his head. “c’mere boy.” he patted the spot on the couch again and this time the shepherd dog complied and raised to his feet.

he jumped onto the couch and set his head on simon’s lap. “atta boy,” the man mumbled and started crawling him behind his ears. “you as lazy as i’m, huh?” simon smirked as he fumbled with the tv remote to put the game on.

once the tv was on and the game running simon laid his head back and sighed. this morning he woke up—petless—and now he had a furball on his couch, more precisely, half on his lap and life couldn’t be better.

he wasn’t alone anymore, he had company—one who didn’t annoy the shit outta him like johnny—and he had someone to talk to, even if riley wasn’t human. it definitely felt better to talk to a dog than to a wall.

johnny “soap” mactavish

“y’pissin’ with me ri’now johnny, aren’t ya?” simon blinked, staring at the animal in front of him.

“absolutely not, me frend,” soap grinned, proudly standing beside his parrot. “meet ghoapie. he’s me parrot.”

simon massaged his temple a took a deep breath. “a parrot? with the name ghoapie?” the brit stared at his best friend, not knowing what the hell to think right now. he knew johnny was…weird but not this weird.

“yea.” pride was clear in soap’s voice and his grin stayed on his face even tho simon looked like he wanted to jump through a window and get himself killed.

“imma kill y’johnny. i’m actually gon’ kill ya.”

soap faked a hurt look and grabbed his chest in a dramatic manner. “why’d ye do that?”

simon’s eyes widen and he pointed at the bird. “because ya got yourself a fuckin’ parrot! how d’ya think this gon’ work out?”

soap frowned and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “ye have a dog. why can’t i have a parrot?”

simon opened his mouth to answer but then the parrot interrupted. “ye why,” he croaked, gaining an annoyed look from simon.

kyle “gaz” garrick

“oh won’t you look at yourself,” gaz cooed as he crawled the little kittens chin, keeping her close to his chest. “oh you’re just the cutest.”

gaz sat down on his couch and carefully sat the kitten down beside him. then he looked at him. “well, what am i gonna name you, huh?”

he started crawling the kitten again, smiling when it started to purr. it looked up at gaz, its eyes fixated on the dog tags around his neck.

then, with a leap it jumped upon his chest and its claws started to toy with said dog tags around gaz’s neck. he laughed and gently grabbed it to pull it away. “i know they‘re called dog tags but they‘re not real dogs, y‘know?“ he looked at the little kitten and tilted his head. “maybe that‘s what i should call ya. you wanna be called tags?“

the name sounded stupid, it really did but it also had a certain ring to it, gaz thought. but the kitten started reaching out for his dog tags again and another laugh escaped him. “that‘s a final thing then! welcome home tags!“ gaz set tags down and reached for the real dog tags around his neck.

the kitten started reaching for it again and jumped around when gaz started to play with the tags. he held them in his hand, swinging them around in the air until the little kitten was able to catch them.

captain john price

“finished,“ the captain mumbled as he took a step back. the aquarium was all set up and now only the inhabitant was missing. he turned around and grabbed the small box which stood on his desk. “time to give ya a new home little fella.“ he opened the box and carefully lowered it into the aquarium to set the fish inside free.

then suddenly his door busted open and soap stalked in. „ye know i thought ghost was pissin‘ with me when he told me ye got a goldfish—“ his eyes feel onto the aquarium. “—but i guess he was right…“

“hello to you too soap,“ price grumbled and pulled his hand back. he wiped it dry on his shirt and set the box down on his desk again. “and yes, i did get a goldfish.“

soap blinked at his captain, then at the goldfish happily swimming around in his new home. “i always thought ye was a dog person. a goldfish is…a weird choice.“

price huffed, “says the one who got a parrot.“ soap wanted to shoot something back but then simon walked in and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“i told ya i was right. y‘know my ears may not be t‘best anymore but my eyes work j‘st fine.“ there was a hint of offence in his voice as he looked at soap, raising one eyebrow.

soap rolled his eyes and mumbled, “ye were right.“

simon grinned under his mask, “thanks.“

[spideyhexx]

jack prescott fact sheet

a list of random facts for jack (an OC), enjoy!

Jack Basil Prescott

32-34 years old

Family Law lawyer with his own law firm, based out of NYC

Originally from Pennsylvania

Bday is January 3rd (so he's' a capricorn)

Went to Penn State for undergrad (majored in philosophy, minored in history & accounting

An only child

Comes from an old money religious family

Both of his parents were in medical fields, before his father became a businessman and his mother a stay-at-home mom.

Despite that, he does not have much of a relationship with either

Went to private schools growing up

is closest to his Aunt Fiona, his father's sister

Has a ton of cousins and is always invited to outings with them (if he goes depends on what the outing is)

Has been a vegetarian since he was 22

Very specific skincare/vitamin/workout routine

Rarely listens to music, but when he does, it's jazz/classical/or Morissey or Johnny Cash or Billy Joel

best memories from childhood was when his aunt and grandmother took him to Knobels.

Diagnosed with OCD and takes medication for it (deals with erectile dysfunction from the medication)

Super no nonsense. Jack can be very blunt, very blank, very stoic.

Loves to cook (his favorites are soups, vegetable stir fry, stuffed peppers)

Has a calm sort of arrogance and anger

Dark blue is his favorite color

Always is dressing professionally. Besides suits, he wears slacks, long sleeved sweaters (mostly fitted), dress shoes, sweater vests, button downs, etc. No jewelry, just a watch.

prefers quiet nights in than going out

Uses tobacco vanille cologne

Used to smoke cigarettes, but still smokes socially on occasion

Has a sex toy collection, mostly for a partner than himself

Drools in his sleep

Sometimes takes melatonin to sleep

Did get a vasectomy at 25

Schedules in his calendar the days he can jerk off

Meal preps for his week

Lives in a nice apartment in Manhattan, styled modernly, but homely

Insanely internal and has a difficult time verbalizing his emotions, but he does show it through actions most of the time

love languages are quality time and acts of service

loves being called sir (in both a sexual and non-sexual context)

"Atta girl/boy," is commonly in his vocabulary

His favorite book is Ulysses by James Joyce (big reader)

Prefers winter, even has a soft spot for Christmas time, but is also cold to the touch more than half the time

Hates Halloween

His bluntness can come off insensitive and sometimes mean

Goes on solo vacations every year in the middle of January

Has a habit of biting too much at his lips

Whistles while he does errands/etc.

Sits widely (manspreads without meaning to)

Will correct your grammar like it's a reflex

Gets pains in his thighs and calves

Gets very awkward and stiff in certain social circumstances (family events, weddings)

Used to be a fuckboy in college until a girl he was seeing had a pregnancy scare, sense knocked into him after (was sexually repressed due to his growing up, then a fuckboy, then purposely repressed himself again)

Not a thrill-seeker but gets a high/power trip off of wins and succeeding within his career

Hates hockey for no real reason

Chronically offline (he has a LinkedIn, a twitter which he only frequents once or twice weekly, and an instagram with two posts from five years ago)

A strict, responsible, no bullshit, and good lawyer/boss

Has a vacation lakehouse in Pennsylvania

[xxfaggatronxx]

Mmmmmm Price-

But this time it’s Father’s Day related.

(Update: felt there wasn’t enough Gaz, so I added a few more blurbs of text.)

Price had a semi-normal upbringing. His parents were strict Catholics, everyone was hetero, cis, and white. He was always a little nervous talking about Father’s Day with his team though, as no one else had a Dad, or at least a good one, in Simon’s case.

Johnny’s dad walked out on them, the Scot growling whenever someone asked, but then he would proudly go on about how he helped his six younger sisters and what they were all doing now, or blab about how he didn’t need a father, he was the man of the household. But Price sometimes saw the hurt in his eyes, how Johnny would never talk about why his dad left. He explained one night, after a few beers, that he came out as transgender, female to male, and his sisters soon came out afterwards, seeing that their mother was accepting.

Johnny blamed himself for their father leaving, as the man was homophobic and transphobic, it seemed.

Simon’s father was a work all on its own; a druggie with a want for living in the past, ignoring the needs of his children just to get another quick fix, achieve a high that was as impossible as touching the stars with both feet planted firmly on the ground. Simon wasn’t closed off about this, gruffly and almost openly talking about their experiences with their shit father, how the man had turned its younger brother against them, made their job seem like it was criminal and bloodthirsty. Sometimes, if they were in the right mood, with a book in their hands and the worn baclava, it would quietly talk about their deceased nephew, Joseph.

How they would help the boy make Father’s Day cards. And near invisible tears would fill its eyes as they explained the first time Joseph was old enough to make a card on his own, he gave it to Simon instead of his father. No one mentioned how that same card was framed in their office.

Kyle. Kyle, Kyle, Kyle. Kyle didn’t have a father. Well, he did, but his father was a literal sperm donor. He was raised by his two moms, lovely women who had come to drop off brownies and other treats, how they found the secretive 141 base made Price turn to Kyle, who blushed when he asked, making a meek noise. “…My Mums track my phone,” Price was amused, his sergeant who dealt with life-or-death situations, was timid when it came to his Mums, and it was no wonder, as it seemed they put the Fear of God in that boy whenever he was slightly rude to anyone.

Price had asked about his father one time, trying to seek someone who had one, and Kyle’s nose had wrinkled, confusing Price. He had talked about two parents. The sergeant had laughed: “Mate, I grew up with my Mums, not a bloke in sight,” Price was immediately shot down, apparently having the only Non-shitty, present father figure in his life.

Gaz being anxious around two of Price’s other favorites, a certain….. couple. A couple who was looking for a third. Farah and Alex. Price could see the way Kyle near fell over his own feet in his haste to get either of their attentions, Price…. Nudging him along sometimes. Giving him pep-talks and little quizzes.

“Just talk to them! Remember, Alex likes….”

Gaz would pipe up. “Specifically rainbow-dyed Daisies, the band Green Day and Nirvana or anything considered Classic Rock, but he prefers to call it just Rock, and he takes his favorite drink, green tea, with four sugars and a spoon of cream, with Jaffa cakes!”

“Good. Farah prefers…”

Gaz would smirk, and expert in this particular subject, as he and Farah were so similar. “Farah likes daffodils, any Lofi hip-hop station, but she likes the one where the girl is writing in a book and an orange cat is on the windowsill, and she only drinks espresso on Thursdays, every other day is raspberry tea, nothing else.”

“Atta boy! Now…. Do you want a smoke?” And Kyle, he would smile at the fact Price shared his very expensive, Cuban cigars with just him. They would both watch a game of Futbol, new or old, and yell profanities at the opposing team until Soap, drowsy and pissed that they were screaming at two in the morning, with his partner Simon sleepily holding his hand, would yell. “Stop yelling at the damn box! Some of us sleep, ye ken?!”

Price fixed his boys’ views on fathers, and Father’s Day.

Fixing everyone tea in the mornings, coffee for a certain Scot who grimaced at the ‘Warm Leaf Water’ served to him. It also included going out for brunch, taking the boys to a brunch at Waffle House, Kyle grinning and going on about the waffles, and Simon who would order their single cup of coffee and too much creamer as Kyle looked on in horror at the lack of waffles. Then there was Johnny, who would steal bites from Kyle’s plate, even with his own breakfast. Price would end up apologizing to the waiter, at the end of it all, leaving a big tip.

What with Simon’s near refusal to speak to strangers, Price would order for them as they glared at the poor Waffle House server, Johnny changing the song on the old jukebox in the corner to anything Scottish, making the Brits in the Manchester Waffle House curl their lips in annoyance, to Kyle’s oddly specific order about how he wanted the eggs done a certain way and the amount of sugar in the waffles and how they needed to use oat milk in the waffle and-

“Sorry my boys are being so rowdy,” Price had sighed one day, and Kyle and Johnny had beamed, Simon blinking in surprise. Price brushed it off.

Price got used to leaving fifty dollar tips.

Then there was shopping. Simon liked the clothes at Hot Topic and Spencer’s the best, as it was mostly black. Kyle and Johnny could also find shirts they liked there too. Sometimes it was chaos, Johnny trying on the most outrageous outfits, asking if the thong he was modeling looked good or made his ass look fat, always joking. Kyle would wolf whistle and Simon would grip their knees with wide eyes, Price sighing and shaking his head.

Kyle would then follow after Johnny, putting on the crop tops and near panty-like shorts, asking if he looked gay, as Kyle himself was bisexual. Johnny would howl with laughter, “Not gay enough! I can’t see your dick-print, lose the underwear!” Simon looked horrified and would blush as people turned to stare in the dressing rooms.

Often times, Simon would follow after Price, dead eyed stare and built like a brick shithouse, and Price would have to ask for double XL shirts for his…

“Excuse me, do you have any XXL shirts? It’s for my… kid,” Price settled so it wasn’t as awkward for the employee. He didn’t notice Simon stiffen, and the employee walked away to find the requested shirt in the required size. Price turned and noticed their stared, grumbling about how they acted like kids anyways, so he might as well address them as such. He saw Simon tear up and quickly wipe their tears away, and could see a faint smile beneath their mask.

Johnny took the most of these to heart, and it wasn’t long until Price sought Johnny out, hearing soft sniffling from his room. “Son, you alright in there?” Price asked with a gentle voice each time, knowing exactly what was wrong, what was happening behind the closed door. Price would open the door, seeing Johnny in his boxers, binder off and too-big shirt, that was most definitely one of Simon’s, draped over his form.

“It’s stupid, Sir, I ken it’s just mah’ head and dumb hormones…” Johnny would mutter with grit teeth, testosterone bottle and a needle in hand, the syringe not even filled. It was a weekly dance, every Saturday like clockwork, if it could be helped. Sometimes missions got in the way though, and it was now three weeks deep, and Johnny hadn’t had his shot.

Price sat beside him, rubbing his back until Johnny handed over the needle. And they would go through the motions. He would insert the needle into the vial and draw up the thick, syrupy medication. Flick the end to get the air bubbles out, then pinch, insert, press, remove, massage. Then it was about reassuring and making sure Johnny was in a good headspace, letting him know that the team didn’t care about his body, only that he was happy.

And on Father’s Day, if he took after Simon and hung up the three handmade cards in his office, proudly displayed for all to see: rookies and bosses alike, who cared? Specially if all of them said:

‘To the Best Father I’ve had,’ From Simon

‘For my Dad,’ From John

‘To my Third Parent,’ From Kyle