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Ok 1 I love your Halloween theme, and 2 can I request a delightfully unhinged threesome between estranged twins, jackson and Dr. Crane đ
oh my i wonder who could've given you such a ridiculously thirsty idea!!! definitely wasn't me ummm anyways this turned out to be another full length fic, so. yeah.
đđđđđđ | jonathan crane x reader x jackson rippner
length: 3.6k
warnings: NONCON SMUT (dark as fuck, 18+ only, read the warnings), kidnapping, implied stalking, yandere!jonathan, threesome with oral m receiving and breeding kink, housewife kink, slight corruption kink, possibly inexperienced jonathan??
It was eerie, seeing his twin on the other side of the doorway; it wasnât quite like looking in a mirror, but it was closer than anything else was.
The differences were obvious, and had only become stronger over time: the hair, the glasses, even the way they dressed. But the biggest difference between the brothers was their smiles⌠in fact, Jackson was wearing that tilted, toothy grin already. âWell, look at you,â he greeted smugly, âDoctor Crane.â
âI wasnât sure youâd really come,â Jonathan admitted quietly.
âI wasnât sure if youâd ever call me again,â Jackson laughed as he stepped inside, despite never actually having been invited in. âNice place, Docâ guess they pay you pretty good at the looney bin.â
âWe, uh, try not to use that term,â Jonathan mumbled as he watched Jackson roam the apartment, getting a little nervous that he might break one of the more expensive decorations or artifacts.
âSo, whatâs this problem you needed my help with?â Jackson wondered as he spun on his heel to face his brother. âMust be a pretty sticky situation youâve got yourself in if you have to ring up your big brother.â
âYouâre only fourâ"
âFour minutes older, yeah, I know,â he rolled his eyes, âbut somebody had to be first.â
âI need⌠advice,â Jonathan finally answered, âregarding a sort of⌠sensitive situation.â
âYou can spare the foreplay, Jonny, this isnât my first time,â Jackson smirked. âJust tell me what happened.â
âNothing⌠happened, really,â he sighed, âI just⌠thereâs someone that needs to be⌠dealt with.â
âIf you want a hit, I donât actually do that,â Jackson explained, âbut I can call somebody for youââ
âNot a hit, no,â Jonathan shook his head, âthe opposite, really⌠I need her kept alive.â
Jackson raised an eyebrow. âOh? A ladyfriend you want protected?â
âUh, sure,â Jonathan mumbled awkwardly, âbut Iâll take care of that. Itâs her, um, footprint, if you will. Her old identity, and all thatâ I need her to disappear, so to speak. W-well, she already disappeared⌠I just need people to stop looking for her.â
âYou know, youâre always full of surprises, Jonny,â Jackson laughed. âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd think you have this woman in your basement.â
âI donât have a basement,â Jackson replied.
âThatâs⌠not the part I was expecting you to denyâŚâ
Soon enough, Jonathan escorted Jackson to his bedroom, where you were tied to one of the bedposts by your wrists, curled up in a shaking little ball, watching with wide eyes as the two men entered the room. Jackson realized you probably hadn't seen anyone other than Jonathan since getting here-- that, or you were just thinking oh fuck, there's two of them?!
âWhyâd you dress her up like that?â Jackson snorted, admiring the vintage-style dress and heels, with a matching set of pearl earrings and necklace. âI didnât know you were so⌠traditional.â
Jonathan cleared his throat, his cheeks tinting a bit pink. âCan we just focus on the present issue, please?â
"And what a lovely issue it is," Jackson cooed as he stepped closer to you, admiring you with a tilted head.
You watched him approach with wide eyes, finally speaking in a broken whisper. âPlease,â you choked out, âhelp meâ heâs keeping me here, I think heâs gonna kill meââ
âOh, Iâm not worried about that,â Jackson smiled, âheâs real sweet on you. Iâd just be worried about whatever freaky shit heâs into.â
âWell, as you can see, sheâs not adjusting very well,â Jonathan sighed. âI thought my drugs would helpâ and sheâs pretty obedient when sheâs been given a large dose, so I was sort of rightâ but I canât keep her high all day, sheâll build a tolerance. And I know her case is going to get a little too much attention, if there isnât some kind of closure for the police or the family sometime soon. I mean, a beautiful, promising young medical student? Gone without a trace? Itâs cable news catnip.â
âYouâre right about that,â Jackson agreed. âThereâs a pretty face perfect for the papers.â
As Jackson reached to tilt your chin, petting the line of your jaw, Jonathan slapped his hand away. âHey, hands to yourself,â Crane warned, âsheâs mine.â
âOkay, Mr. Defensive,â Jackson widened his eyes, raising his hands like he was perfectly innocent. âHow sloppy were you? Are they gonna find any evidence that brings them here?â
âI donât think so,â Jonathan sighed, âbut you canât be too sure. Even without evidence, she took one of my classes, so if they get desperate enough they can certainly trace her to me.â
Jackson sighed. âThatâs tricky,â he nodded. âAnd it gives us two options.â
âWhich are?â
âThe happy ending, and the sad ending,â Jackson explained. âHappy ending: I get one of my little computer nerd friends to fake a plane ticket to somewhere exotic. Send a postcard to a friend. Just like that, sheâs absconded from her old life, escaped the pressure of med school, and everyone thinks sheâs off somewhere getting her groove back or whatever.â
âAnd the sad ending?â
âBloody clothing planted by the woods, with a tip that somebody saw her hiking,â he shrugged. âBig bad wolf got to her. Simple as that. That oneâs handy because no oneâs gonna expect her to come back⌠and you can have her all to yourself, forever.â
Jonathan bit his lip, obviously excited by the idea. âI'm guessing that will require taking a sample from her?"
"Not too much," Jackson promised, "you're a doctor, you can do it safely."
"She's scared enough of me as it is," Jonathan sighed. "I thought she would... take to it a little faster."
"What, you thought she would like getting kidnapped?"
"I thought she would appreciate how well I can take care of her," Jonathan clarified.
"Oh, Jonny," Jackson laughed, "you haven't learned a thing about women since the last time I saw you, huh?"
Jonathan didn't even have the heart to deny it.
"When they ask if they look fat in something-- you just say no, don't even look, okay? It's like DARE: Just. Say. No." Jackson informed his brother sternly. "And when they say they're not hungry and don't want anything, just order some fries anyway or she's gonna end up with half your entrĂŠe. And most of all-- you can't forget this one-- they really dislike being kidnapped and held in captivity."
Jonathan crossed his arms. "I knew that," he announced defensively.
"Let me ask you this," Jackson began with a twinkle in his eye. "Have you used her yet?"
Jonathan shuddered a little, looking embarrassed as he looked at you and then to the floor. "J-just once..." he admitted. "That was... a lapse in restraint. I had wanted to wait until she was more comfortable, but..."
"But you just couldn't help yourself with a sweet little thing like this in your bed, huh?" Jackson finished. "I get it. And she looks cute when she's scared."
You shuddered under Jackson's hungry stare, and he winked at you. "So, you'll take care of it?" Jonathan reminded him. "Happy ending or sad ending, whatever you think is best."
"Well, I'm always a fan of a happy ending," Jackson smirked. "You know speaking of: I figure I can give you a good deal on this whole thing... you know, since you're family."
"Alright," Jonathan nodded.
âIâll make sure her case is closed⌠if you let me take her for a spin.â
It seemed to take Jonathan a moment to realize what that meant, before he laughed incredulously. âNo,â he asserted, âabsolutely not.â
âOh, donât be so insecure,â Jackson pouted, âsheâll still be yours when Iâm done with her. You can keep her for the rest of your lifeâ Iâm just asking for one night.â
"I can pay you very well for your time, Jackson," Jonathan promised.
"Eh, money's boring," Jackson shrugged.
"If I recall correctly, women tend to bore you pretty easily as well," Jonathan accused with a frown.
"Sheesh, you kidnap one woman and you start getting all judgmental that I haven't settled down," Jackson rolled his eyes. "I don't have a lot of time for anything serious, that's all. In fact, I barely have time for anything these days. That's why I figure I can help you break in Mrs. Crane over there."
"I don't need any help," Jonathan promised.
"Except for the part where, if I don't help you, you're probably gonna get caught with a missing woman tied to your bed," Jackson reminded him.
Jonathan sighed, clearly realizing the choice he had to make.
âC'mon, just a little favor for your favorite twin brother? You can stay and make sure I donât do anything you wouldnât⌠approve of,â Jackson rolled his eyes, âyou prude.â
"She's innocent," Jonathan breathed, "that's what I liked about her-- it's why I had to bring her here. You'll... you'll ruin her. I can't let you do that."
âSeems like you donât really have a choice,â Jackson noticed, lowering his voice and leaning in closer to Jonathan.
There was a pause, and finally Jackson turned to leave the room as he patted Jonathan on the back.
"Get a good lawyer, buddy," he offered as his final piece of advice.
But before he could take another step, Jonathan relented with a sigh: âMake it quick.â
âHey,â Jackson shrugged with a grin as he shed his jacket and tossed it aside, âno promises.â
He all but leapt onto the bed, crawling up to you as you whined and shrunk away.
âDid yâhear that, babydoll? Jonny said itâs my turn to play with you,â he purred.
As you tried to shrink away, he grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you down, forcing you onto your back and keeping your tied wrists above your head as the rope when taut.
He growled as he laid on top of you, leaning in to kiss your neck. âI can make it good for you,â he breathed, âif you behave. Itâll be so much better than whatever my idiot baby brother does to youâ promise.â
Jackson's hands crawled up your skirt, and he bit his lip as you kicked your legs in protest.
"Be good, baby," he warned you sharply. "Good girls get a treat... you know what bad girls get?"
You didn't seem that invested in an answer, but he continued anyways as he lowered his voice and spoke by your ear.
"Bad girls get fucked up the ass," he whispered, giving a quick little kiss to the side of your face; suddenly, you relaxed a bit under him and stopped resisting so much. "That's a good girl," he praised, spreading your legs a bit and petting them until he reached higher and found you totally bare under the dress. "Oh my, Jonny didn't even give you panties to wear? Poor baby..."
Jonathan shuddered and crossed his arms, looking away with his head and yet unable to actually look anywhere else but the bed. He was trying to figure out how his brother had gotten you to behave so quickly... when Jonathan had given in to temptation and forced himself on you, it was a constant battle to keep you down as you kicked and screamed and begged him to stop. Whether it was the sight before him now, or the memory of that night, Jonathan felt his cock twitch in his trousers.
Jackson sat up a bit, opening his own pants and sighing as he wrapped his hand around himself. "Fuck, look at that pretty pussy," he purred as he held your legs open wide with his other hand. "Oh, we're gonna have so much fun together, sweetheart."
He spit straight down onto you, smearing it around your opening with his tip, before pressing right up to your hole. He groaned loudly as he slid inside-- one long, slow stroke as he filled you. You whined and shut your eyes tight, but otherwise resisted the urge to struggle.
"Fuuuuck," Jackson purred, holding on tight to your hips as he simply buried himself inside you for a moment. "So tight, honey, Jesus."
Beginning to move, he laid himself down over you and kissed your neck again, moaning against your skin. You whimpered, back arching slightly under him, and he smiled when he felt you tense up as he thrusted into you just a little harder.
"Oh, baby, feel how deep I am?" he grunted. "Feel how good I'm stretching out that little hole? Fuck, keep squeezin' me like that and maybe I will make this quick..."
He grabbed your hips and yanked them up a bit, holding you right where he wanted you-- and sitting up again, so he could get just the perfect angle as he started fucking into you again. Normally he would build up a little more naturally before being so rough but, well, you weren't going anywhere... he could just use you and chase his own pleasure. That said, he still grinned proudly when you moaned suddenly, your head falling back and your back arching. That was when he decided that, even though he had no real obligation to make you come, he was going to anyways-- if for no other reason than to know that he could take total control of your body, and force you to an orgasm even unwillingly.
"Right there?" he taunted as you whined, giving you fast and hard thrusts right into the place that made you bite down on your lip. "Yeah, that's it-- you're getting so wet, honey, you feel that? Gonna soak my fucking cock, aren't you?"
He tilted his head back and shut his eyes, letting himself bask in the feeling for a moment. You made little sounds, obviously trying to hold yourself back, but the longer it went on the less you were able to fight it-- soon you were properly moaning, arching your back deeper, your walls clenching on him rhythmically as you came.
"Fuck, just like that," Jackson praised as he watched you give into it. "Just like that, baby, fucking cream all over me-- good girl."
Jonathan watched in astonishment as you quivered all over, nervously clearing his throat as he tried to conceal the throbbing erection in his pants-- and it seemed to remind Jackson that his brother was still standing nearby.
"What was that about your girl being innocent, Crane?" Jackson laughed. "'Cause she seems like a desperate fucking whore to me."
âH-howâd you make her do that?â Jonathan asked with a shaky whisper, licking his lips a bit as he watched you writhe against the mattress.
âNothing to it, really,â Jackson smiled, âjust gotta find that spot and beat the hell out of it. Here, Iâll show you.â
You whimpered as Jackson pulled out and slid his fingers inside you, curling them against the place that had become more sensitive than ever.
âRight here,â he explained, âyou try it.â
He took his fingers out as Jonathan approached the bedâ and you felt Jonathanâs fingers slide in a second later, a bit more hesitance to his movements. He let out a wavering sigh, and Jackson smiled.
âFeel the swollen part? Rub her thereâ hard.â
He curled his fingers slightly and you bit your lip.
âHarder,â Jackson instructed.
âI-I donât want to hurt herâŚâ
âWell, she needs it rough,â Jackson laughed, âso man up and make her come!â
You yelped when Jonathan harshly pressed into the spot, making your whole body shake as he started to thrust the digits in and out of you. âWow,â Jonathan breathed as he watched you, his brother smiling proudly next to him.
"She can probably come again pretty fast," Jackson assumed, "you should try. See how fast you can make her scream again."
Jackson, meanwhile, moved to kneel by your head, slapping your face a little to cue you to open your mouth. He groaned as he rubbed his tip over your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself alongside his salty precum.
You unintentionally clench on Jonathan's fingers, and he smiled wide. "Like that?" he asked eagerly. "Are you gonna come again?"
"Just keep doing it," Jackson urged his brother before speaking to you again. "C'mon baby, you can take a little more."
Holding your hair, Jackson started to fuck your mouth a bit more earnestly, making Jonathan frown at him after you gagged a few times. "Be careful," he warned him, "don't hurt her."
"I know, I know," Jackson rolled his eyes. "But look at that mouth, Crane, don't you think it's just made to take cock?"
Jonathan couldn't exactly disagree, he'd fantasized about your mouth plenty of times. But now, he was much more focused on your pussy-- he was watching it closely, enraptured by the way his fingers moved in and out of it... and the way it responded, gripping him tighter and tighter.
"Go on, suck it," Jackson ordered you impatiently, smacking you on the cheek again to try to encourage you. You whimpered and hollowed your cheeks, blinking up at him as he grinned down at you. "Oh, pretty eyes-- I can tell why Jonny couldn't resist you..."
You moaned again, and Jackson raised an eyebrow as he looked down for a moment at what Jonathan was doing-- which was moving his fingers faster inside you, watching you whimper and writhe as you reached the edge again.
"Show me," Jonathan begged, "come for me-- come on my fingers."
It happened pretty quickly, and Jackson let you take a break from sucking him for a second so they could both enjoy your pretty moans as you creamed around Jonathan's fingers.
"O-oh, fuck," Jonathan gasped, "I can feel her... pulsing."
"Yeah," Jackson grinned, "really something, isn't it?"
"Fuck," Jonathan said again, taking his fingers out and suddenly climbing onto the bed. "Need to feel that on my cock."
"Atta boy," Jackson praised with a laugh.
Jonathan moaned loudly as he pushed inside you, your own reaction a muffled groan around Jackson's cock which he shoved between your lips again. "Oh, god," Jonathan whined, "you feel even better than I remember, angel-- fuck, I missed you so much."
He was even more desperate and impatient than before, fucking you quickly and eagerly even though you were far too sensitive for it after coming twice in a row.
Jackson pulled back out of your mouth, but held your head steady as he stroked himself rapidly. âGonna coat that pretty face,â he growled, âkeep your mouth open, baby, Iâm closeâŚâ
You whimpered and tried to keep your throat shut, afraid to choke on his come while laying back like this, and after a few more moments he groaned loudly as ropes of come fell over your face and onto your waiting tongue. You grunted a little in surprise but just tried to squint your eyes in case some got too close, but the vast majority went into your mouth or over your cheek.
"Fuck," Jackson purred, milking his cock for every drop before finally taking his hand away and sinking back, looking down at you with a new redness and sheen of sweat to his face. "Good girl. You can swallow now baby-- oh, wait, let's make sure you get it all first."
He swiped up the come on your cheek with his thumb, feeding it to you as you closed your lips and swallowed his salty spend.
"I told you good girls get a treat," he grinned.
Jonathan, meanwhile, was panting and whimpering and clearly trying to hold himself back-- but the way he held you tight enough to bruise gave away how close to the edge he really was. "I can't wait," he finally admitted with a groan. "I need to come, angel-- I need to come inside, get you pregnant. Then we can be happy together."
Suddenly, he started to rub your sore clit with his thumb; and you jolted again, pulsing around him as he sighed and dropped his head onto your shoulder.
"Fuck, beautiful-- just like that, let me feel you come again, please. Then I can fill you so deep..."
"You can make her come one more time," Jackson assured, "she's so sensitive-- go on and come for him, baby, let him feel how hard you come..."
Though Jonathan was a little irritated by the way Jackson made it seem like a favor you were doing on his behalf, he couldn't complain when he felt you coming around him, slick walls pulsing so perfectly around him that he had to come with a loud, broken moan. He kept moving until he was sure he'd given you everything, heart racing as he imagined and hoped that he'd properly bred you this time.
Then, there was a silence. Not very long, but plenty nervous as the three of you caught your breath.
"Well... mazel tov," Jackson offered with an awkward laugh, getting up off the bed and getting himself back in order. "I'll call you when it's all taken care of, Jonny. You, uh... you have fun with her, alright? Call if you need anything or, you know... feel like sharing again..."
"I wouldn't hold my breath for that, Jackson," Jonathan sighed.
"Don't miss me too much, honey," Jackson winked at you as he slipped his jacket back on. "But feel free to think about me so you can get off while this guy's fucking you," he joked, motioning to his brother with a tilt of his head.
"Don't listen to him, angel," Jonathan cooed at you as Jackson finally left the room. You shivered a little as he trailed kisses all over your face and neck, holding you a little tighter. "You're all mine-- you finally know that now, don't you?
#jonathan crane x reader#scarecrow x reader#jackson rippner x reader#jackson rippner smut#jackson rippner dark smut#jonathan crane smut#jonathan crane dark smut
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hiii!!! if your up for it could you write something for johnny kavanagh like maybe something fulffy? itâs totally okay if you dont want to though!!!
Anon you have no idea how much I love and appreciate youđđ I have been waiting for a request on Johnnyđ #numberonebookboyfriend
Shannon doesnât exist in this fic and the reader basically takes place of her (I love my girl shannon though donât worry!)
Sick Day
Warnings: none besides mentions of feeling sick!
I laid in bed covered by blankets and yet I was still shivering. I felt horrible and havenât slept a wink all night. I knew that I had to leave for school soon but I just couldnât find the strength to get up.
I was about to cry from my headache and exhaustion I heard a soft knock on my door. âBaby you awake?â I hear Johnnyâs voice softly ask behind the door. I found comfort in his voice and all I wanted to do was curl up into him. I heard my door softly open and close before feeling the bed dip down beside me. Johnnyâs hands softly rubbed at my scalp before he leaned down and kissed the side of my head. âItâs time to get up babyâ He softly whispered into my ear as he started to rub soothing circles on my arm. All I could do was groan. My whole body hurt and the thought of getting up made me want to cry. âCome on babyâ Johnny whispered as he softly sat me up. âThereâs my sleepy girlâ Johnny smiled as he brushed my sweaty hair away from my face. I let my head fall into his chest as I breathed his comforting scent in.
âWhatâs wrong baby?â Johnny softly asked as he rubbed my back. He gently moved me away from his chest before kissing my forehead. He immediately pulled back and frowned and then moved the back of his hand to my forehead. ���Jesus youâre burning upâ Johnny said. âStay right hereâ He instructed me as he quickly left my room. I would have gone down and eavesdropped to what he was talking about to doing but I just didnât have the strength to.
about 5 minutes later Johnny came back in with his mom Edel this time. âOh pet you donât look like youâre feeling wellâ Edelâs soft voice said. âIâm notâ I confessed. Both Johnny and Edel gave me a sympathetic look. âWell you just stay home and rest todayâ Edel said. âIâll let Johnny stay home as well to take care of you.â Edel said smiling. That brought a smile to my face. âNow I know the rules I have set but I have faith that my son wonât get any notions while youâre in the condition youâre inâ Edel said smiling and sending Johnny a look. âJesus ma!â Jonny said while looking horrified. âCan we not talk about sex while my girlfriend is on the brink of deathâ Johnny said, the pitch in his voice getting higher. âI was just saying that I trusted youâ Edel said defensively. âWell thank you Maâ Johnny grumbled.
30 Minutes later I was in Johnnyâs bed with a cold washcloth set on my forehead and a movie playing on his tv. âIf you want to move somewhere else like the living room or back to room let me knowâ Johnny whispered as he kissed my forehead. I didnât, I loved the comfort of his room and his bed that smelled like him.
âIâll be right backâ Johnny said before getting up. When he opened his door Sookie ran in and laid on the bed next to me. âHi sookieâ I smiled and petted her. âKeep her company Sookieâ Johnny smiled down at the old sweet dog and give her a little pet before quickly kissing me on the forehead.
When Johnny came back he had some medicine in his hands and a bottle of water. âHere baby you have to take theseâ Johnny said. He handed me the water bottle and medicine and I took it, feeling grateful for the way the cool water soothed my sore throat. Sookie got up and went and laid down at the end of the bed so Johnny could sit down beside me. Before Johnny could sit down I softly grabbed his hand. He looked up at me âyou ok?â He asked before moving hair away from my face. âCan I wear one of your t-shirts?â I asked softly. Johnny smiled before moving to his dresser and pulling out a T-shirt for me. âThis one ok?â He asked me, holding up the shirt. I nodded softly. Johnny walked over and helped me out of the hoodie that I was wearing, and sweated through, before helping me put on his shirt.
Johnny sat back down beside me before he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and softly pulled me into his chest. âJohnny youâre going to get sickâ I whispered. âDonât careâ he replied. As much as I didnât want him to get sick I still nuzzled my face into his chest, I mean iâm sick so I should get a free pass on being a little selfish.
A wave of exhaustion hit me as I curled up into his warm chest some more. I felt Johnny dip his head down before placing a kiss at the top of my head and pulling the blanket up. Before I fully fell asleep I head Johnnyâs voice whisper âgoodnight my little darling sleep wellâ and pulled me closer into his chest. I finally let the sleep that iâve been craving for so long finally take over.
I donât know how long I was asleep for before I woke up but when I did Johnny wasnât in bed with me. I frowned and searched his room for him. When I saw that the his bathroom door was open and he wasnât in there I decided to get up and look for him. My whole body ached as I stepped out of his bed but I came to the realization that It didnât ache as much as it did this morning and smiled at the thought that I was getting better. I softly went downstairs and headed towards the kitchen when I heard movement.
When I stepped into the kitchen Johnny was there making me soup. I softly smiled at the sight of him stirring the soup in the pot. I walked over and wrapped my arms around him. âYouâre supposed to be in bedâ Johnny said, though I could hear the smile in his voice. âYou werenât in bed with me when I woke up, wanted to see where you wereâ I whispered into his back. âIâm making you soupâ he said with a big boyish smile on his face.
After a few hours and 3 bowls of soup later we all heard the chaos of my little brothers coming home from school. I smiled as you could hear Tadgh and Ollie arguing. After a few minutes there was a soft knock on the door and Edel came in, âHow are you feeling pet?â She asked me, giving me a sympathetic look. âIâm feeling a lot better thanks to Johnnyâ I replied, smiling at the boy whose chest I was currently resting my head on. âOh good!â Edel said smiling before leaving the room and closing the door.
âI love youâ I told Johnny as I looked up at him and smiled. âI love you tooâ Johnny said before kissing the top of my head for the thousandth time today. âThank you for taking care of meâ I said. âIâll always take care of you my little darlingâ Johnny said smiling. I nuzzled my face into his chest feeling tired once again and as i let sleep take over me I felt a feeling that I could never get sick of.
I felt safe.
i did not mean to make it this long but iâve been wanting to write for Johnny since like August so I got a little carried away, oopsđ
I didnât know if you wanted Fem reader, gn reader, or Male reader so if you want me to change the pronouns or anything please let me know!!
as always thank you so much for your request đ sorry it took a couple days Iâve actually been sick LMAO which is what inspired this story in the first place đ If you want me to add or change anything please let me know!! I appreciate you anon!!
#johnny kavanagh x reader#johnnykavanagh#johnny kavanagh#johnny kavanagh imagine#binding 13#keeping 13#boys of tommen#saving 6#redeeming 6#taming 7#johnny kavanagh fluff#chloe walsh
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thoughts thoughts college student!reader finally gets to meet the 141. turns out she's price's daughter. they're shocked. price is like 'when you said you didn't need money from me anymore you meant you were dating someone?? you're dating my LIEUTENANT???'
it's just very funny to me idkk. like he wasn't attracted towards reader when simon was yapping about her but he did have a sneaking suspicion that she sounded very similar to a certain daughter of his
Okay so this was not the original direct i was gonna take the âseriesâ in and itâs probably not gonna be how it goes down in the official pt.2 but ohmygod im dying thinking about it actually. Seeing as Ghost and Price are relatively close in age itâs probably surreal for themđđ
- Price never actually looked at the photos that Gaz and Soap begged Ghost to see. Just listened to the three of them be horny toads over some sweet young thing. Of course not all of the things Ghost talked about were vulgar, he clearly cared for whoever this sweet little bird was.
- He ignored the similarities, or rather tried not to think about them. Any hint or implication he brushed off as sheer coincidence, the alternative not a pleasant one to consider.
- You were nervous about meeting your boyfriendâs team, how could you not? You barely knew anything about them âitâs Garrick and Jonny, and the capânâ was all he told you (well he also told you the first two found you awfully pretty) So you put on your nicest dress for the dinner and joined Simon at the restaurant dutifully
- the other boys got there first, clearly eager to meet the little bird. Your nervous jitters slowly dissipate clinging to your boyfriends buff arm as you walked through the restaurant
- however, any sense of serenity and casualty go out the window when you finally walk up to the table. Before Simon can get anything introductions in Captain John Price is saying your name and your calling the man sat across from you âdadâ
- it was in this moment Price regretted keeping his personal life this much of a secret, maybe if he hadnâtâŚwell even if he hadnât you still probably would have fallen right into the arms of his Lieutenant
- the rest of the dinner goes surprisingly smooth. Though you have to complain that Simon isnât nearly as handsy as he usually is when you go out to dinner, and any flirting you expected from Gaz and Soap doesnât happen. Probably for the best though, with your own father sitting there watching the four of you
- Gaz and Soap are constantly about five seconds from bursting into the most atrocious fit of laugher for the entire dinner. Neither of them can really believe what theyâre witnessing
- Simon probably brings you home after and you two playfully get into it, accusing both of you of being blind to the glaringly obvious truth that day in front of you, and of course as soon as youâre dropped off and Simon drives home youâre getting a phone call and an earful from your dad about dating an older man like Simon
- even though he gives you shit for it, Price is secretly glad Simon is the older man youâre dating. Heâs someone on his team, someone he trusts, if anyone is gonna take proper care of you itâs Simon
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Kinktober 2024: Day 28 Fucking machine/phone sex
Warning: Reader is gender neutral, Soap is strapped to the fucking machine with implications that he's been on it for a while, cutting off a scene for health reasons (Soap is, again, on the machine for a while)
Youâre washing dishes when the phone rings, catching your attention easily. Drying off your hands, you pick it up and chirp, âHello, Handsome.â
ââEllo, Lovie,â Simon replies, the sound a little tinnier than usual, probably due to mild interference that all the bases he ends up in seem to cause, ââOwâs our Pup?â
âOh, you know,â you tease, walking out of the kitchen, toward the room where Johnny is whining and whimpering, âActing like a dog, humping things he shouldnât. Got him hooked up for punishment right now.â
âIssat right?â Simon asks, as you open the door to the room. You hum in confirmation, leaning on the door frame as you watch Johnny take his punishment like a good boy.
Heâs positioned with his head down, ass up, and a ball gag keeping his mouth full. Teary, hazy blue eyes blink at you, barely able to even recognize that youâre in the room with him. Especially as the fuck machine shoves a dildo thatâs barely smaller than Simonâs cock abusing his cute ass.
âHeâs taking his punishment well,â you praise, brushing Johnnyâs hair out of his eyes with your free hand, âHeâs being so good right now. You wanna give him a treat?â
âPut âim on,â Simon growls. You bite your lip and comply, putting your phone on speaker for both you and Johnny to hear.
âYouâre on speaker, Simon,â you tell him, settling beside Johnny.
âJohnny,â Simon rumbles, catching Jonnyâs attention, âWhatâs this I hear âbout you not behaving.â Johnny immediately whines again, trying to protest and defend himself from Simonâs mean words. However, Simon sighs, âWhy canâ you behave like Lovie? They said yâ were humpinâ on thinâs yâ shouldnâ âave. Naughty Pup.â Johnny whimpers and blinks up teary eyes at you.
âOh no, Iâm staying out of this,â you remind him, patting at his fluffy mohawk, making note that youâll need to shave it back down soon. Johnny nuzzles into your hand, fluttering his lashes over those bright blue eyes.
âI need yâ tâ be my âands, Lovie,â Simon says, âNeed yâ tâ turn down thâ machine a notch.â You huff, but comply, clicking down the machine from the five to a four. Simon continues, âActually, turn it down tâ one.â Again, you comply, watching as the machine slows to about one thrust every ten seconds.
âNow, letâs go through oll thâ thinâs yâ like tâ hump,â Simon rumbles through the phone, âDid yâ hump undies? Either or both oâ ours?â
âOne for one, two for both,â you instructs, smiling when Johnny whines twice. Simon clicks his tongue disapprovingly.
âNotch it up two, Lovie,â Simon orders. You follow the order, clicking it up twice to speed up and watching as Johnny takes it like a champ, jerking as the oversensitivity starts to build back up. Simon continues, âNow, did you hump on the pillows?â
âHeâs shaking his head,â you tell him, before smirking, recalling what Johnny actually did, âHeâs lying.â
âOh?â Simon asks, the sound of typing coming over the tiny speaker, âWhen?â You easily recite the day and give Simon an idea of time. He hums, the typing filling the room before he clicks his tongue again.
âOne more, Lovie,â Simon tells you. You do just that, shrieking when Johnny cums suddenly.
âHe came for the fifth time today,â you tell Simon, âIâm getting him out.â
âMake sure âe gets liquids,â Simon pipes in as you pull out Johnnyâs gag after stopping the machine.
âFeck, Bonnie, Lt,â he rasps, blinking at you before a goofy grin crosses his face, âLeâs dae thaâ âgain.â
âNot anytime soon,â you argue, undoing the bonds that holds Johnny in place. He rolls his arms and legs to help circulation before fluttering his lashes at you.
âWill yeh help me up?â he asks. You laugh while Simon chuckles.
âLet âim use yer shoulder, Lovie. Donâ let âim put âis âole weight on you,â Simon orders. You turn and wave at the camera set up while Johnny sticks out his tongue.
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jschlatt nsfw visuals part l
summary | porn i associate with jschlatt bc iâm a whore for him
pairing | jschlatt x fem!reader (kinda ft. chuckle sandwich & friends)
warnings/cw | porn, smut, choking, slapping, spanking, daddy kink, getting caught by your friends, rough sex, edging, public sex, fucking in someone elseâs bed, degradation, praise, humiliation, orgasm ban, anal, overstimulation, drunk/high sex (with consent), car sex
!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!
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not proofread, sorry for any mistakes !!
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quickies
â§ âsuch a slut for me, arenâtcha sweetheart? yeah, youâre so goddamn easy for me.â
â§ fucks you like he HATES you during quickiesâŚespecially if you were being a brat or teasing him beforehand
â§ heâs going all out for the short amount of time given..give him 5 minutes or 5 hours heâs gonna have your legs shaking by the end of it.
â§ that man is gonna choke you, slap you, spit in your mouth, and still have time to fuck your throat with his dick thatâs covered in your cum.
in an unlocked room of a nye party
â§ you did not see yourself ending up hereâŚon some dudeâs bed at a nye streamer party your boyfriend invited you to
â§ but schlatt doesnât tolerate disrespect well. so when the hostâs roommate started flirting with you as soon as he disappeared to get you two drinksâŚyou knew he ur pussy was done
â§ he watched in amusement as you tried to let him down easy at first, but when he started calling you a bitch and grabbing at you it took schlatt all of three seconds to be between you two
â§ his fist clenched the manâs collar as you tried to calm him down
â§ âbaby itâs okay- iâm okay!â
â§ âheâs not worth it, jonny!â
â§ âb-baby please just let it go!â
â§ he dropped eye contact with the man when he felt your nails digging into his shoulder
â§ he knew he had to push him away when he saw the worried look on your faceâ tears threatening your waterline
â§ but big guyâs gotta get his frustrations out somehow, and he knows the perfect way to get revenge and make you feel better
â§ so with a sigh, he releases the douchebagâs shirt with a shove and grabs your hand to lead you upstairs
â§ âyeah i bet you like gettin fucked on this prickâs bed knowing he could walk in at anytime, huh? like knowing the closest that bastardâs ever gonna get to this pussy is the fucking stain on his sheets.â
â§ youâre praying to the almighty man himself that jonny doesnât notice the way your stomach twists up with the flames of an orgasm building..
â§ but godâs not listening and heâs laughing along with your boyfriend..whoâs grinning down at you as he leans in to your ear
â§ âoh i felt that, sweetheart. felt this slutty pussy tighten up on me when i said that. knew you were nastyâ but fuuuuuccck.â
â§ heâs g r o w l i n g his words out at this points
â§ teeth pulling on your earlobe followed by his hot breath fanning against it
â§ âmâgonna make you squirt all over this fucking comforter, doll. leave him a gift to push his face into as he jerks his sorry excuse of a dick off.â
â§ safe to say you two left a wet spot the size of russia and a lasting impression on twitter.
(bonus)
â§ âand to think you kept whining about some dumb kissâŚshoulda known i always go above and beyond for my girl.â
giving you a punishment one two three
â§ âcount or im startin over, understand?â
â§ donât even think out nodding your head..
â§ cause heâll put his fingers in your hair and yank your head back to meet his eyes as his other hand lands the first smack on your ass
â§ âuse your goddamn words..you know better than that, angel.â
â§ ây-yes sir!! i understand! iâm sorry wonât happen again..iâll listenâ promise !!â comes tumbling out in a high pitched whine
â§ âya better or youâre not cumming at all. gonna bruise this ass and leave ya all messy and unsatisfied like a whore. you want that, y/n ?â
â§ as hot as that sounds you definitely donât want that..too horny and too pent up to be able to breathe without cumming
â§ so you fall into submission easily, counting out each spank he gives you
â§ thanking him profusely after heâs satisfied enough to slide his big fingers into your cunt
â§ âdonât thank me yet, i still havenât decided to let you cum.â
â§ he can sense the frown spreading across your face at the whine you let out, so he picks up the pace of finger fucking you
â§ his unoccupied hand returning to giving you more harsh slaps across the ass
â§ âdrop the attitude, toots or mânot gonna let you cum. just gotta keep being a good girl for me, can ya do that? can ya reach back here and give daddy a kiss?â
â§ so you gather all your strength as you strain your upper half to face him, tears falling down your cheeks as you reach for his lips
â§ itâs anything but what youâre expectingâ slow and passionate. full of the love and softness as he batters your pussy and letâs you moan into his mouth
â§ âsuch a fucking good girl for me, knew you were in there somewhere. my pretty doll just needed to be reminded of her place, huh? fuck your self back onâ thaaaatâs it.â
â§ but every time youâre about to cum heâs pulling his fingers out and spanking your pussy
â§ the frustration builds as you thrash around
â§ whining that âsânot fuckin fair!â
â§ âkeep strugglin and iâll really give you something to cry about.â
â§ his harsh tone makes you come to a halt, eyes red & legs shaking from being pulled back from the edge so many times
â§ and as soon as you still and meet his gaze heâs bullying his digits back into your sore pussy again
(bonus)
â§ âgo ahead and cum for me, baby. been so goodâ yeah, cream all over my fingersâŚgoooood fuckin girl.â
â§ sometimes instead of edging you jonny gives you exactly what you wantâŚheâll let you cum and heâs not gonna stop till you canât cum anymore.
â§ âkeep on fucking whining like you didnât ask for this, y/n.â
â§ your chest is pressed against his and heâs got a death grip on your waist
â§ the only sound in the room is your loud cries and the sloppy fucking of his fingers into you
â§ your ass high in the air as he drills your pussy, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your tired body
â§ âkeep still-stop goddamn squirmin!â
â§ itâs barked into your ear, chops scratching your skin as he roughly grabs your jaw and forces your eyes to meet
â§ âi swear to god if keep moving iâll strap the hitachi to your clit and leave you here all night.â
â§ before you can respond heâs setting a lightening quick pace, pussy spasming round him once again
â§ âfuuuck give it to me, darlin. you can keep going, come on and show me how good this pussy cums for me.â
â§ he only does it as an end to an orgasm ban (when you break a rule so he doesnât let you cum for a certain amount of time..not even by yourself)
â§ you have to seriously piss schlatt off for him to ban you (he loves your pussy too much)
â§ but when he doesâŚ
â§ heâs not touching your pussy at all
â§ not gonna let you touch it either
â§ not even allowed to have your clit played with when itâs a punishment fuck
â§ you have to get off from the anal alone and if you donâtâŚthatâs not his problem lmao
â§ maybe next time youâll listen and behave for himâŚ
â§ till then heâs using your ass as a fleshlight and lettin your week-long neglected pussy leak out so much it covers your thighs & all of his lower half
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â§ âoh goddamn it, babydoll. didnât know i could get you to squirt without even touching your pussy..imma have to do it again.â
late night car shenanigans one two
â§ it started off so innocent đĽ˛
â§ jonny asking if you wanted to ride around and listen to music with him at 3 am
â§ itâs a usual thing you two do together when you couldnât sleep so you didnât think much of it
â§ so you slipped on a tank top & a cardigan with a cute new mini skirt to match
â§ little did you know that skirt is your boyfriendâs new found kryptonite
â§ so now the skirtâs bunched around your waist
â§ your backâs pressed half against the door half against the passenger seat with your boyfriendâs fingers deep inside your pussy as he speeds down the interstate
â§ the loud bass thatâs usually filled the car is silent
â§ schlatt wants to be sure he can hear his favorite symphonyâ your noises accompanied by the sounds of your wet pussy
(bonus)
â§ âwhatcha want to eat, love? i know cumming like that had to make you work up an appetite.â
â§ âdonât worry about me iâll eat my favorite meal at home. itâs hot and ready whenever i want.â (yes heâd make a little caesarâs joke about ur coochie tell me iâm wrong)
â§ camping with chuckle sandwich seemed like a good idea
â§ till you were drunk in the woods and only 10 feet away from your friends in tents
â§ âj-jonny we canât..not with them right there.â
â§ âcome on doll, they wonât even notice.â
â§ âyou and i both know i canât stay quiet enough for that..baby please.â
â§ as tipsy as he is he knows youâre right..so he sneaks you two out of the tent
â§ he grabs two new beers and leads you back to the parking lot of the forrest
â§ once youâre in the car itâs game over
â§ youâre both insatiable as you make out on his lap
â§ in your drunken kiss you knock the sun visor down and a pre-rolled blunt falls between you two on your laps
â§ you bite your lip as you look between the blunt and your boyfriend..hoping he catches your drift
â§ he catches that shit.
â§ so now your getting railed in the passenger seat as schlatt leans over you and shotguns the smoke into your mouth
â§ the feeling of being cross faded adds so much to being fucked
â§ youâre so sensitive itâs insane
â§ schlatt swears heâs never heard you making these types of noises before
â§ doesnât even care about the carpet burn thatâs starting to form on his knees
â§ the feeling of being crossed and inside of you is enough to make him speed up is thrusts
â§ youâre so lost in each other you donât realize the sun starting to rise
â§ so lost in the sauce jonny just turns his phone off to stop it from ringing (he doesnât even check to see who it is RIP)
â§ or hear the footsteps and calls of your names nearing the parking lot
â§ or when your friends finally knock on the car door theyâre met with a porn star level performance from you both
â§ youâll blame it on the substances later because right now nothing is gonna stop you both from covering the seat in another load of your almost future children
(bonus)
â§ âdo you think they know?â
â§ schlatt gives you a small smile and kiss to the forehead
â§ âof course not, dollâ
â§ you settle at the news, anxiety leaving your body
â§ âwe DEFINITELY know.â
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~Hangover~
Synopsis: Titles pretty self explanatory.
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The next morning you were happily cooking away, watching the minutes pass by on the clock. Usually the boys would have been up half an hour ago. You would have to wake them up soon, though. You all had a mission briefing soon. Now you are a good person. But last night they did have you running across town and dealing with police because of their antics. So you set up a speaker in the hall, turned it on full blast and played an obnoxiously loud âCan Can Danceâ song. Hearing the cacophony of groans, you smile, returning to the kitchen. You watched as Gaz, Jonny and Price all dragged themselves into the wreck room heads bowed and pinched nose bridges.
âWell good morning sunshineâs and daisies!â you made sure to hit your voice with a slightly higher and louder pitch, making most of them flinch and groan.
âShhhhhh,â Price hushed in your general direction. Hearing the speaker suddenly die out, you peeked around the corner to see Ghost standing there with his eyes barely open and a now impaled speaker on the end of his knife.
âGood morning,â you smirked. He looked at your smile, giving a grunt before walking to the table, throwing his defeated opponent upon the table, the bang making them all wince.
âWell well well. What happened to you guys' last night?â you asked, placing two large plates on the table. Full of food they might or might not want to eat.Â
âWe, uh, we had a few drinks,â Price said.
âOf, a few?â you asked, piling up your plate and beginning to eat.
âYeah, I think,â he murmured, grabbing a plate for himself.
âHow's your chest Jonny?â you asked. Jonny looked up at you with an accusing look, wondering just how you knew about the bald patch on his chest.
âDon't know what you mean, doc,â he grumbled.
âAha sure. How's the head Simon?â you asked.
âFine,â he muttered. Everyone looked at his head and to the slight bulge on his temple that the mask failed to hide.
âGot to say didn't pin you as a booty shorts type of man Gaz,â you added turning to Gaz. His face paled as he recalled the pink bedazzled pants he had quickly thrown into the bin. Your smirk widened impossibly wider. You were having way too much fun.
âAnd sir,â everyone went silent as you turned to Price. He looked up at you with a slight warning.
âI'm sorry about the hat,â you said. Everyone was silent for a few moments as they took in your smug grin.
"I'm to fucken old for this shit," he grumbled reaching for his tea.
âAlright you know what happened last night don't you?â Jonny asked.
âWho me? How could I know? I wasn't there remember,â you said. They pondered. That's the thing. They couldn't remember a damn single thing other than starting a drinking competition with the airforce boys.
âDid. I um d anything embarrassing?â Gaz asked bashfully. You pretended to think.
âWhat do you define as embarrassing?â you asked. He groaned, and Jonny chuckled.
âWhat are you laughing about Jonny?â you asked, taking a bite of food. His smile fell as he quickly shut up.
âYou came to get us?â Price asked. You nodded.
âSo, what happened?â Gaz asked.
âYou know I don't think you would believe me even if I did tell you,â you hummed.
âTry us,â Ghost said.
âRight, ok,â you cleared your throat pushing your plate away.Â
âSo I get a call at 2 am in the morning. You rang me from a random phone, at a phone booth, that you didn't use and you have my contacts up on Gaz phone that you also didn't use. You were all just sitting on the curb eating a shit ton of Maccaâs. It was an event to get you all in the car. Then when I did get you all in we went to a bar to pay of your tab. A bar that takes away your left shoe to make sure you don't run out on a tab. Which you guys did. Oh, wait sorry. I forgot the part where you all took a dip in a fountain to save ducks from drawing. Well Simon saved the ducks, Jonny tried to help but somehow started to drown in knee high water. Gaz tried to save him but couldn't and then Price apparently saved you both. Anyway so across from this bar is a police station. And you brilliant geniusâs tried to pick a fight with a whole police force. Because apparently one of them tried to arrest Gaz. And the only reason why was because Gaz stole a stun gun. Then when I threatened you with lazwell finding out you all legged it down the street. Ghost almost took out a low hanging beam and Jonny and Gaz took out each other. I then had to track you all down again. You all put up a fight thinking I was working with the police. I had to tie you three up and put you in the back. Captain you were in a fucking tree. Honestly don't know how you got up so high. And Simon was in the trunk the whole time. So half way back to base you somehow managed to convince yourselves that you were kidnaped and jumped out of said car. I looked for you again and you called me to inform me you all had been arrested. Lucky for you I'm a sweet talker and got you guys off with a warning. Then I got you back and had to lug all your asses back to your beds,â you finished of the story with a smile. The boys all stared at you, first processing your words and then flat out denying them.
âBull shit,â Jonny said in denial.
âWell, have a look at this and say that again,â you pulled out your phone and showed them the photo. Their faces fell as they took it in.
âDelete it,â Ghost ordered.
âWhat? Fuck no. Do you know the shit I had to go through last night? I earned this,â you stated.
âSargent, I order you to delete that photo,â Price commanded.
âCaptain, can i just say you have the cutest sweetest little giggle I've ever heard in my life,â you cooed. Price's face snapped into a glare.
âGiggled?â Jonny smirked.
âCaptain's a giggling drunk,â you nodded.Â
âDelete it,â Ghost ordered again.
âMake me,â you challenged. A scream left your lips as they all pounced on you, successfully pulling the phone from your grip and deleting the photo.Â
âYou all assholes,â you grumbled, taking your phone back.
âNot a word about last night to anyone,â Price ordered, pointing at you.
âYes sir,â You gave a mock salute, grinning ear to ear.
âWhat's that?â he asked, pointing to the smile.
âWhat's what sir?â you asked innocently.
âThat smile. What have you done?â he asked.
âNothing sir,â you smiled, batting your eyelashes before walking away.Â
Across the base, Laswell had just entered her office, tea in hand. Sitting down at her computer, she opened her emails going through the more important once before finding one from you. Reading the topic of blackmail, she moved closer, taking a sip of her tea.
As she opened it her eyes went wide at the picture she saw spitting the tea out in a mist.
Later that day you found Ghost sitting on the couch rubbing his temple.Â
âHere,â you said, holding out some tablets to him with a drink of water.
âWhat's this?â he asked.
âDoes it matter?â you asked with a smirk. He shrugged, hiking his mask up to his nose and taking the tablets. You were slightly taken aback seeing the half of his face. And from the half you could see he was handsome. What you loved more was the stumble he wore. Yep he was definitely blond.Â
âHuh,â you hummed.
âWhat?â he asked, pulling his mask back down.
âKnew you had a stubble. Jonny owes me a tenner,â you smiled. Again, the Dajuvu washed over you. Ghost thought back to the time you were in the hospital. To the time you held his face so tenderly and looked at him so softly. He wished you would do it again.Â
âHey, wanna hear something worth its weight in gold?â you asked, your cheeky grin taking over. He nodded, and you slotted yourself next to him, your arms pressed against each other. You opened up your phone going into your recorder. Shuffling impossibly closer you held the phone up between your ears.Â
âWhat?â
âShhhhh,â you hushed him, your hand unknowingly dropping to his biceps to pull him closer. He leaned down, his head gently knocking on the top of yours. It was comedic really. His whole upper body was bent over while you were just sitting there.Â
Softly a giggle sounded from your phone.
âWhat the hell is that?â Ghost asked as he continued to listen.
âThat is our dear captain giggling,â you chuckled. Simon couldn't help the laugh that burst from his mouth. And not one of his half chuckles. No it was a real laugh. I mean, who wouldn't be amused by it. Your smirk turned into a warm smile as you looked up at him.Â
âFuck, Thatâs hilarious. That's really Price?â he asked. You loved it, the way his smile reached his eyes.
âYeah, but not as amusing as you tighty whities,â You grinned, patting his leg and getting up. He froze. Sure, he wore tighty whities when he was in civics. They were comfortable.Â
âSo you took advantage of me when I was drunk and unconscious?â he asked teasingly.
âOh yeah definitely,â you grinned back with a wink. You went to leave but paused, stepping back to face him. âI didn't see your face if that's what you mean. I kept my eyes closed when I took your mask off,â you added.Â
âI know,â he muttered. You frowned and were about to ask about it when Price called the two of you for the briefing.Â
âCome on,â he said, walking up to you and putting you in a headlock. Which wasn't hard. He practically dragged you out.
âDon't go telling anyone about my tighty whities. Copy?â he asked.
âSure thing, Sir,â you grinned tapping out. He smiled, releasing you. You walked side by side. Something you hoped one day you would always do.
âYou owe me a speaker by the way,â
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warning: wow. This one's lengthy, kinda dark! Johnny "Soap" Mactavish, implied older Soap, also implied age difference, he's in his forties while you're in your twenties, Soap being a pervert, Soap being the pettiest person on the whole planet, noncon/dubcon
Hmrmrmrmrm. Jus' thninkin bout' Pervert Johnny who you turn down at the bar. Rejecting the drink he's offered you, saying that you're not really looking for anything like that since your focusing on your studies at the moment.
Pervert Johnny who's just as stubborn as you are. He shouldn't have been shooting his shot in the first place, he's already got weird stares from the other patrons all cause his drunk ass was obviously hitting on someone that's probably young enough to be his kid.
Pervert Johnny who angrily beats his dick to the the thought of you after. He got rejected, that much was obvious. But s' not going to stop him. His pace is fast, and cruel all cause he thought he could get a cutie to spill into by the end of the night. Cums his brains out, and almost passes out. Wakes up the next mornin', and almost immediately does he have a plan on how to get back at you for bruising his ego.
Pervert Jonny who you thought you'll never hear from again, till all of a sudden theirs a cute guy your mom's been talking your ear off about. Saying about how, he's such a ladies man, the charming soldier that's aged like fine wine. You've always just laughed at it, happy that your ma's finally starting to get over your asshole of a dad who broke her heart. But you did find it oddly suspicious that they've already had plans about marriage, so soon, you thought. Too soon if you ask me.
Speaking of their wedding. You missed it. Total bummer. But it wasn't your fault when the date of it inconveniently clashed with your exam week. Everyone, not just you, were nose deep in books, spending the day away in the library. You apologized to your mom, and her boyfriend via letter. The guy must be extra shy or something because he refused to video call like you suggested to your mom. Anyways, the exam passes by like a breeze, and so does the wedding. You didn't really see both of them after. Your mom calling you and saying that they're already in their honeymoon. You don't worry too much, considering just how much the week's already taken out of you, so let's just say that this was a much needed rest.
Besides. You'll finally get to meet your mom's boyfriend, well, husband now, you guess. And what's the worst thing that could happen, right?
...
Never in your life did you expect to see him, again. Pervert Johnny, who turns into Pervert Step Dad Johnny. You just got back from your classes and there he is, rough hands on your mom's ass, and they have the audacity to act surprised. She excuses herself from him, giggling wildly like a school girl while she takes your face in her palms kissing it, and talking about how much she's missed you. While you can't help but look away from the man that's standing in your kitchen. But unlike you, he stares. And you don't miss the way he licks his lips at the helpless expression you have on.
Pervert Step Dad Johnny that likes to walk around shirtless. Always just in his gray sweatpants. You think he's doing it on purpose too, never wearing boxers so you could see the imprint of his cock. Doesn't even bother hiding the erections he get from you, always teasing, and saying "Eyes up here, lad/lass.." when you weren't even staring.
Pervert Step Dad Johnny who you hate with a passion. This has got to be the prettiest attempt at revenge you've ever seen, but you don't have it in your heart to tell your mom about her new husbands real intentions.
Pervert Step Dad Johnny who near pounces on you the moment your mom leaves for a business trip. Your bending over when all of a sudden he's behind you. Frothing his dick on your ass, and you don't even have the chance to scream or run away cause he's got one of his rough palms over your mouth. He pulls you close to his chest, and he pants like he's in heat, whispering the filthiest words to your ear.
Pervert Step Dad Johnny who magically convinced you to try his dick at least once. And that's how it starts :(.
Pervert Step Dad Johnny who gets you addicted to his dick. Knowing you'll come around in no time. He's always knew you'd be the prettiest whore. And he takes advantage of the fact that your mom, well, his wife, is out of the house. You learn so quickly too. Morning head from you's got to be his favorite part of starting the day.
Pervert Step Dad Johnny who dresses you up in the prettiest lingerie money can buy. Corsets, and laces. Stockings, and bows. You have a collection of all of them right now. Be careful though, tease him enough and your getting your cute little panties pulled to the side. His throbbing dick rearranging your guts, and you see it poke through your tummy. The perv definitely rubs at the bulge, talking about how happy he is, because his baby's giving him a baby too.
a/n: I don't know what possessed me to write this. I just wanted some older soap content, kinda, this is just my second post for the day so m' sorry if it's not enough to feed you guys đ but there's a project that's been needing some finalizing and because of that this might not be my finest work. But I'm hoping that your having a better day than I am, my loves! Remember to always take care of yourself!
Yours, truly,
âdolly
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When Jonny Comes Back pt.2
A/N: Thank you all so much for your likes!!! WOO 100 notes in like 2 days?! I'm so honored!! =D
I know this one is short but that's because of the change in tone of part three. Which will be made soon after this is posted
Edit: I added more to the story
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Ugh!
You checked the mail again
Nothing!
Why nothing? Was it the contents? Was it the postage?
Youâre upset at this, more than youâd like to be. You sigh and growl. Fine! youâll go home, write another stupid letter to that stupid handsome bastard. You stomp home and sit at your desk. You pull out a piece of paper, upset, antsy and confused.
Why hasnât Johnny written back?
Should you write him another or ask him about it when Johnny comes back?
You sigh, you miss him.
When will your precious Scotsman come home? Youâre really looking forward to watch some movies with him!
SighâŚ.maybe the package was cancelled after they caught the scotch. YeahâŚyeah that makes sense. Itâs not his fault. No heâs just sitting there awaiting a word from you!
You pull out a piece of paper and start writing to him again, this time your tone is a bit softer, asking him how are things, how is he? Is he okay?
You finish it up and make it a proper letter.
And for added bonus, you send a picture of the cat Simon and yourself in his clothes on the couch you two watch movies on, with the words âSimon canât wait for you to come back :)â written on the back.
AndâŚ.wellâŚyouâre not wearing any lipstick butâŚ.for good luck, you kiss the picture. You feel stupid now but you have a feeling youâll be a lot more okay with it when Johnny comes back.
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A letter came in! No hold on. Two letters came in! Good! Serves him right to write two letters after you wrote two. You hurry to your living room and eagerly read it.
Reading the letter was worse than waiting for it somehow. You rolled your eyes at his words till they were sore, it sounded just like him with all the flourishing to match, the handwriting shows heâs someone forced to be neat and legible but it paradoxes his doodles. He even drew little hearts.
You chuckle, forgetting heâs even in the military. No way the same people that wake up at 5 AM to exercise to defeat regimes contain the guy who just told you the shampoo was shit and made his base think he smuggled alcohol -_-
But you can believe itâs the same people who contain the guy who asked you to send your underwear next time -_- Being surrounded by men probably just does that to you.
ButâŚstrangely enoughâŚthe letter justâŚ..cuts off? Like it doesnât seem like he finished writing it? The letter wasnât even full and he never signed off as âYour brave babygirl, Johnnyâ Maybe the second letter explains it? You look down at it and itâs addressed to you butâŚâŚthatâsâŚthatâs not Johnnyâs handwriting? The pen seems to dig in the page a lot more and without a heart doodle in sight. You open it andâŚ.itâs not written by Johnny. Itâs by his Lieutenant.
âThis is Sergeant Soapâs Lieutenant talking about the situation on his behalfâ
Oh shit. Are you in trouble? Is Johnny in trouble? You frantically read it.
Hey at least it starts off well with âI know who you are."
Good? You mean no harm.
"You must be the barnacle that he canât shake off right?â
Nvm it starts off awful.
âAnd also the catâs mom, he showed us the picture of his so called son.â
Oh god Johnny is talking about you. Was it seriously not enough to embarrass you in front of your friends?! Now heâs gotta tell the world that, what? Your the president of his fan club? If his ego gets any bigger itâll be nicknamed Tsar Johnny or Soap-o-Nova.
âSergeant Soap didnât continue his letter so Iâm sending the draft.â
Why couldnât he finish it?
âThis isnât an official statement but heâd want me to tell youâ âŚ..thisâŚdoesnât look good
âUnfortunately-â
oh oh
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Forever ago I said Iâd write this oneshot for Johnny, but I havenât been in the headspace to write for a while. Today I randomly felt the inspiration to write a bit. I apologize if it doesnât read well, I may or may not have written it while high af. It took way longer than I thought it would to lead into the actual sex part of the story, so thereâs not really any smut in this yet. Iâll try to return later and write the actual smut later, but in the mean time enjoy whatever this is đ¤Š
Johnny x male reader
General summary: Johnny jerks you off after practice as a reward for getting through a really long day despite being super sore from yesterdayâs activities
Reader is having a really hard time keeping it together with all the stress of being an idol
Johnny has been mentoring him and helping him get into shape
Johnny drags him to the car straight after practice seeing that reader is on the verge of breaking down
âFuck this is exhausting!â you exclaim pushing back your hair thatâs sticking to your forehead from all the sweat. âI donât know why this choreography just isnât getting through my head. And Iâm tired and sore and I just wanna be done for the day so bad!!â Your throat stings from all the cardio youâve been getting and your thighs shake under you, threatening to give way and send you collapsing onto the floor. Youâd been obsessing over looking perfect for the performance thatâs quickly approaching. Every free second of the day was spent in a practice room or with Jonny at the gym. Heâd been so patient with you the last two weeks, really taking you under his wing. Johnny had made it his personal mission to get you whipped into shape before the upcoming reward show stage with the rest of NCT 127. The two of you had spent a lot of time together recently and you were of course naturally becoming closer. Johnny was harsh on you though, always manhandling your body into the correct form whether you were lifting weights improperly at the gym or doing the choreo slightly wrong. It had left you feeling a weird mix of admiration for the man mixed with a slight fear of his stearnness⌠and maybe, just maybe, it made you feel a tiny bit turned on feeling his harsh glare and his strong hands around your body guiding you to where you needed to beâŚ
âYou done complaining y/n?â asks Johnny from his place on the floor in front of you. He sits in front of the practice room mirror where heâs been for the last 3 hours straight helping you drill your choreography. âI know youâve been working hard all day baby. But I think you can nail it if you go one or two more times y/n.â Fuck did he just say baby? Did you hear him right?. Maybe the tension youâd been feeling between the two of you the last couple weeks wasnât all in your head after all. Too exhausted and sore to get your hopes up just yet though, you respond in a whining voiceâJohnny I canât. My whole body hurts and I can barely even move anymore. Whatâs the point? The performance is so soon anyways Iâm not gonna get any better.â You expect Johnny to scold you and tell you to run it again, but instead you see a glimmer in his eyes and the start of a smirk spreading across his face. âKeep going until I tell you itâs satisfactory, and Iâll surprise you with a reward baby. How does that sound?â There it was again. âBabyâ. You were certainly intrigued to say the least. Before you even have a chance to respond, Johnny hits play on the music again and you get back into position for another shot at the choreo.
Your legs are still shaking, but you do your best to keep it together and run the song again. Every ounce of your concentration goes into perfecting the dance, hoping that this will finally be the last run through. You put on your best show and move with every bit of energy youâve got left, sweat spraying across the room as you move to the beat. Finally, the songâs end comes to an end and you finish and then fall to the ground. Rolling over onto your back, you peer up at the ceiling through hooded eyes and Johnny moves into your field of vision. His head hovers over you, making his necklace dangle over your face. âI wonât lie to you, you still have more work to do y/n. But youâre getting better for sure. You worked hard today and you looked good doing it. Come onâ he said, holding a hand out to you to help you off the floor. You ignore his outreached hand and instead meet his eyes and ask âJohnny. Is it really still bad? Be honest. I need to know if it suckedâ. Tears prickle at your eyes and Johnnyâs smirk down at you on the ground quickly fades. He scoops you up onto your feet and places his hands on your shoulders. âY/n. You donât suck at all. It was really fucking good! Iâm just being hard on you because I wanted you to keep improving. I didnât mean to make you cry.â
Somehow Johnnyâs words of encouragement make you feel worse, as if heâs lying to you just to make you feel better. âBaby donât worry about it ok. You looked really good. Like I said before. How about that reward?â He tilts your head up at him and you notice that same glimmer enter his eyes again. It hits you too that heâs got his hands on you again, manipulating your movement the way he so often does. You let him grab your hand and guide you toward the door to finally leave the SM building. The two of you walk toward his car in the parking lot to go home, but to your surprise Johnny leads you both toward the back doors of the car instead of the driverâs and passengerâs seats. âAre we not going home? Johnny Iâm so exhausted and I just wanna lie down and cr-
Your words are cut off as Johnny shuts the door and aggressively presses his lips against yours. Youâre a little caught off guard at first, after all you didnât even know if he was gay, but it doesnât take any convincing for you to kiss him back passionately. Johnnyâs hands waste no time exploring your body, and settling around your waist where he can easily control your small body against his. Pulling back a little, Johnny is the first to speak. âYou have no idea how long Iâve been waiting to do that y/n. Watching you train at the gym and in the studio has been turning me on for the longest time.â You smack his chest and ask him âwhy did you wait so long to do anything about it? You think Iâm not thinking the same thing staring at your muscles every day? Or feeling your hands around my waist while we work on the dance? Iâve been spending all this time worrying and feeling stupid and you were interested in me the whole time??â
âI was waiting until I was sure you felt the same wayâ He shrugged. âWhat the fuck Johnny. Iâve been trying to hide a boner like ten times a day because of yo- He cuts you off again with a kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring a bit, while one arm wraps around your lower back. He lowers you down on your back in the backseat while continuing his attack on your lips. âYou taste saltyâ he whispers as he pulls away slightly to remove his shirt. The sight of Johnnyâs impressive muscles makes your dick jump in your pants. For once, you do nothing to hide it. You want to fuck Johnny. And it looks like he wants to fuck you too
To be continued.
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If I Should Stay
Part 1 | . . . | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11
Nancy gets back with Jonathan not too long after. He barges in and makes a beeline straight for Steve. âYou know where Will is?â
Steve nods. âThereâs a lot to explain.â
âThen youâd better start soon.â
Robin, his savior, steps in. âCâmon, Jonny-boy, letâs go for a walk.â She leads him outside, and Steve can hear her start. âWhat do you know about time travel?â
He smiles and looks around. He can hear Eddie upstairs, practicing the song. The boys are occupied with planning, Nancyâs looking over Mikeâs shoulder, and Elâs watching him with big brown eyes. He focuses on her and lets his smile grow. âWanna help me make dinner?â
Her eyes widen a little, but she nods. âWhat are we making?â
âProbably sandwiches,â he shrugs. âIâm not sure what else I have. Can you find the bread in the pantry? And thereâs butter knives in that drawer over there, weâll need two.â He winks. âOne for you, and one for me.â
She does so, and he pulls out the condiments and lunch meats, as well as the jelly. âAnd the peanut butter, if you can find it,â he calls from where his headâs stuck in the fridge. He looks around for anything else he might need and grabs the pickles before closing the door.
âYâknow the best part about making dinner?â He asks her, impish grin growing on his face. She hums inquisitively. âWe get to make ours first and eat while we make the rest.â
She giggles and accepts the high five he holds out.
They get to work assembling sandwiches. She pauses, mayonnaise slathered halfway onto a piece of bread. âSteve?â He hums. âIâm scared.â
He sighs and puts down his knife. âI am too, El. Terrified, if you can believe it. But I have faith in us. I know we can do it.â He wipes his hands off and rounds the counter, taking her hands in his. âYou are the strongest person Iâve ever met in my life. Even stronger than Vecna. And this time he wonât know weâre coming. Weâll have the element of surprise on our side, and we will defeat him. Weâll find Will and Barb, and after this weâll never have to worry about it again.â He strokes a hand over her head and sighs. âThereâs something else, too. I know where Papa is.â
She pulls back, eyes wide, posture stiff. âWhoa, hey, itâs okay,â he soothes. âIâm not going to take you back there. Ever. Okay?â
She nods hesitantly, but allows him to pull her closer again. âI was going to ask if you want us to take care of him,â he murmurs. âLock him inside and set the building on fire, or something.â
She shakes her head. âHe loves me!â
âOh, El,â Steve whispers. âI thought the same thing of my parents for a long time. No matter how mad they got, how much they yelled, how much they hurt me⌠they said it, so it must be true, right? They must love me. I must be the problem.â He shakes his head. âThatâs not love. You fear him, El, and for good reason. He made you into what you are, but you never asked for this, and itâs okay to be angry about it.â She looks up at him with wide eyes, and he sighs. âIâll give you some time to think about it,â he murmurs. âIf the answer is still no, thatâs okay. But if you change your mind, thatâs okay, too.â
She nods, steps out of the hug. He lets her go, feeling like heâs almost knocked a vase off a table. His heartâs still thumping oddly, eyes wide, scared to make the wrong move.
But then she looks up at him and offers him a small smile. âThank you,â she says. âI know the way you treat me is different from how Papa treats me. I do not know yet if they are simply different forms of love or if you are right. I think you are, butâŚâ
âYou need to see for yourself,â Steve nods. Moves the metaphorical vase back from the edge of the table. âLet me know if thereâs any way I can help prove it.â
âI will,â she says, and picks up her butter knife again, spreading mustard onto a piece of bread. He goes back to his side and smiles at her.
âSteve?â She asks after a second. âWhen my hair grows back. What does it look like?â
He thinks for a second. âItâs fluffy,â he says. âVery soft and light. Like cotton candy.â He puts his head to one side. âFloofy,â he decides, and grins.
She giggles. âLike you!â
He opens his mouth to tell her no, sheâs wrong, except⌠he canât. âYours is even more beautiful,â he tells her. âAnd kids in school nicknamed me âthe Hairâ. Thatâs how famous this was.â He tilts his head her direction, and a lock of hair falls in his face. He splutters and shakes his head, grinning when she laughs again.
âI am very glad you came back, Steve,â she says suddenly, seriously, a little at odds with the smile still quirking her lips up.
His heart breaks and mends all in the same second. It feels like absolution. âMe too,â he says, and means it.
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Imagine this⌠jonny âsoapâ mctavish
( angst )
You moved to Scotland soon after finishing high school so you could attend university there. In your first year, you meet John Mctavish, but he prefers if you call him Jonny.
He isnât enrolled in the university, he just likes to wander around the grounds. He tells you of his plans to join the army and you tell him about your brother whoâs a sniper.
The two of you become best friends (maybe even more) and even when he joins the army and you barely see him, the two of you exchange long letters. Whenever Jonny gets a well-needed break, he always returns to Scotland to see how youâre doing.
He tells you about joining Task Force 114 and about a man named Simon Riley, call name Ghost, who wears a skull mask to cover his face. He describes his experiences in detail, of course leaving out information he canât share.
He shows his task force pictures of you, rambling on and on about your hobbies and your personality and how your accent is so different from his Scottish one but he likes it.
âHeâs in love.â Gaz whispers to Price as they listen to Jonny rant about your perfume.
Price hides a chuckle. âObviously. Knew it from the moment he pulled out a picture of his lass.â
Task Force 141 has never met you but Jonny was arranging it⌠until he got shot in the head. Ghost feels sorry for you. It was clear whatever relationship you had with Jonny was special. He knows neither of you had confessed yet and in his opinion, that hurts more. Now, you would constantly be asking yourself what if?
The team know how important Scotland was to Jonny so they book a flight to spread his ashes, half hoping not to run into you so they donât have to face your crumbling expression.
âSleep easy, soldier.â
âSee you down the range, brother. Weâll take it from here.â
âRest in peace, Jonny.â
Unfortunately, luck isnât on their side. As they slowly stroll through the streets, they see you. You were beautiful in the pictures Jonny showed them but it didnât do you justice. You were smiling widely at a friend, pushing a vase of flowers towards them.
Then you turned your head and spotted Ghost. You found it strange how a man was wearing a skull mask until it clicked. This was Jonnyâs friend.
You wasted no time in sprinting towards the three men and they didnât have enough time to change courses.
âHey, youâre Ghost, right? Jonnyâs LT? He talked about you a lot. Mainly âbout that mask.â You grinned, staring up at Ghost. âIs Jonny âround? He hasnât written since last month. Startinâ to get worried.â You laughed as if to reassure yourself.
Gaz and Ghost exchange a look until the latter slowly holds up the urn. You pause, eyes wide. âYou⌠you put him in that?â Suddenly, your face scrunches up. âWhy is it shaped like that?â
Gaz canât help but let out a small laugh. Yep, youâre Jonnyâs alright.
âHe talked about you often.â Price piped up, âEven wrote a few letters he never sent.â The older man handed you a stack of thick envelopes. âThink he was in love with ya.â
âWell, I appreciate that you came all the way to Scotland just to spread his ashes.â You softly sighed, blinking away tears. Ghost handed you the urn before digging around in his pocket, pulling out Jonnyâs dog tags.
You stared down at the words inscribed into the metal, running your thumb over the neat writing. You flipped the tag over, lip trembling at the five words on the back.
I love you, Y/N - Jonny.
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curtain call
The Mechanisms are uncharacteristically quiet as they walk off the stage. Even Jonny doesnât know what to say as the remaining eight space pirates file into the dressing room of the venue they booked for their last ever show on Earth.Â
The first one to break the silence is the Toy Soldier who sniffles, gasps tremulously, and then wails, âIs all that really going to happen? With theâthe black holes and the bar fights and the octokittens and everything?âÂ
Jonny stifles a groan. This is exactly why heâd locked it out in the first place. Whatâs going to happen is whatâs going to happen, and they all might as well accept it.Â
To make matters worse, the Toy Soldierâs sniffling has set off some of the more sensitive Mechanisms. Ivy pats it on the shoulder with a forlorn look, eyes glassy with unshed tears, and Mariusâ fragile expression suggests that if Ivy starts crying, heâll follow suit.Â
Tim has his arm around Ashesâ waist, as if worried they might disappear, and though his metal eyes betray no sadness, the firm set of his mouth worries Jonny more than anything else.Â
âThe odds of us changing the future now that itâs been written are over three hundred million to one,â Ivy says sadly. âItâs statistically impossible that we will live forever.âÂ
âB-b-but we have so many more songs left to sing!â the Toy Soldier weeps. âTales to tell! Wars to wage!âÂ
âAnd we will,â Jonny says shortly. âNone of us are instantly about to keel over, are we?âÂ
âN-no?â the Toy Soldier says.Â
âEveryone seems in decent health to me,â Marius says quietly. He holds Ivyâs hand in both of his.Â
âSo donât worry about it,â Jonny says.Â
âThatâs easy for you to say,â Marius says. âYouâre not dying for another millennia. I could get eaten by octokittens tomorrow.âÂ
Jonnyâs stomach twists, and he wrenches his mouth open to retort, but someone interrupts him.Â
âNo,â Raphaella says sharply. âYou will not. We know for a fact that we each die alone. Iâm not letting you out of my sight, and youâre certainly not going to check on the octokittens any time soon. Iâm planning to have Ivy feed them when we arrive back at the ship.âÂ
âItâs not the same now that I know they eat Marius,â Ivy sniffles.Â
Mariusâs expression shatters. âDonât hold it against them, Ivy! Theyâre just hungry! They canât help it! Donât be sad!â he pleads.Â
Jonny feels sick as Ivy starts to cry harder, expounding on the hunting habits of felines, which only makes Marius more upset. He throws himself into a chair and starts taking his makeup off with a wet wipe, trying and failing to ignore them as Raphaella attempts to comfort them both.Â
âYouâre being awfully callous about all this,â Tim says, still with one arm around a stony-faced Ashes. Brian and the Toy Soldier have joined the fray, and Brianâs platitudes about everything coming to an end in time are almost as unhelpful as the Toy Soldierâs weeping and wailing.Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Jonny snaps.
âWell, you could at least pretend to be sad like the rest of us,â Tim says. âI know youâre all excited to die, but that doesnât mean the rest of us are.âÂ
âGod damn it, Tim,â Jonny snaps, throwing the wet wipe on the floor. âYou think Iâm not sad?âÂ
âYouâre not acting like it,â Tim replies. âMarius had a point. Youâve got a run-up and a death youâre looking forward to. Ashes here could go at any time.â
âHey, babe, donât bring me into this,â Ashes mumbles.Â
âAm I wrong?â Tim says.Â
âYeah, you fucking are wrong!â Jonny shouts. âYou think I want to die alone in some backwater asteroid bar centuries after the rest of you are gone? Yeah, Iâm excited to die, but that doesnât mean I want to watch the rest of you disappear first!âÂ
The rest of the dressing room falls quiet, and Jonny realizes belatedly that he was shouting. Worse, he feels tears in his eyes, and he scrubs at them angrily, smearing the remains of his face paint.Â
âOh,â Gunpowder Tim says. âI guess I didnât think about that.âÂ
âYou choose how you go out,â Jonny says. âI have to wait until it finally decides to fucking stick. You know how many times Iâve been stabbed in the heart? I could go start a barfight on an asteroid tomorrow, but I guarantee it wonât stick.â
âAll the same,â Tim says quietly. âIâd prefer you didnât risk it.âÂ
âAnd Iâd prefer you wore your fucking seatbelt, but we donât get to choose, now do we?â Jonny says.Â
Tim flinches, and Ashes frowns at Jonny who takes a deep, shuddering breath.Â
âIâI mean. I donât want you to die either,â he says. âBut we have to die s-sooner or later. And I donât want to waste whatever time we have left crying about it.âÂ
Despite this, tears are dripping from his eyes as he speaks, flowing faster than he can scrub them away. No one says another for a long moment, but he feels the eyes of several of his crewmates on him.Â
âCâmere, you mean olâ bastard,â Ashes says. They spread the arm not curled around Timâs waist and gesture for him to approach.Â
âWhat?â Jonny says, standing up and shuffling closer.Â
Ashes crushes him to their chest in a one-armed hug, and Jonny breaks and grabs both Ashes and Tim as best he can. Before he can recover, he feels someone else wrap their arms around him from behind, and before he can protest, heâs at the center of a tangled mass of weeping space piratesâcolloquially known as a group hug.Â
Itâs awkward with so much metal and wood and weapons, but Jonny canât even pretend to be annoyed by it. Heâs too focused on not breaking down into sobs. Heâll be damned if he lets his crew see him cry anymore than they already have.Â
âI love you all very much,â the Toy Soldier says happily. âBest space pirate crew ever.âÂ
Jonny rolls his eyes and sobs silently. Hopefully, buried as he is in a mass of bodies, no one will notice.Â
âWell, now that thatâs been dealt with,â DrumBot Brian says, âI would like to return to the Aurora. I am concerned our parking pass has expired.âÂ
Jonny sighs. âFine, but you stay away from the damn airlock.â
âYour concern is touching and noted,â says the DrumBot.Â
The Mechanisms disperse and hurriedly gather up their things. Jonny lovingly coils up his microphone and tucks it safely away, and the band of space pirates begin to make their way back to the Aurora and off to destinations unknown.Â
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HI once again spreading the marous/aurora agenda. But now with angst >:3c
When Nastya went Out the other Mechs thought for sure she'd be back eventually. Shed get bored and need a challenge and come back. She Had to come back eventually (grief and denial :D /lh) so they didn't appoint anyone else as engineer for a while, thought it'd be disrespectful. But as time wears on and the mechanisms continue being violent space pirates, the disrepair aurora is in is well. Obvious. and needs to be taken care of. Aurora hadn't said anything in any way besides creaks and groans and other noises that none of the mechs could understand, and most of it was hollow or sobs anyway, so they had no way of knowing how bad the damage was besides just the cosmetic stuff.
However, whenever the mechanisms tried to do Anything to help or fix her up she wouldn't let them, shooting them if necessary but would just remove them from the room and get them lost on purpose. She wouldn't let anyone work on her at all.
Except Marius.
Marius whos also having a bit of a rough time post the bifrost incident, and is already quite forgetful and tends to wander and get lost, on purpose or not is up for debate
But the other mechanisms dont exactly realize that aurora has deemed Marius the only acceptable temporary engineer (because nastya has to be coming back soon. Its cold out there. She can't stay out there so long, and doesnt she miss the warmth of her family? Its cold out there. She has to.come back soon) so ashes Jonny Brian and ivy are kind of scrambling bc the damage to aurora keeps getting worse for a variety of reasons and its making space travel difficult, so they need to find a way to reason with aurora so that they can land safely and finish up her repairs but aurora won't. Let. Anyone. Touch her. And they're starting to run out of ideas when they see.
Marius. Just, sitting on the ground, digging around in a panel in the walls and organizing wires and pulling out burnt or broken ones and grumbling to himself some nonsense about how nastya never let's it get this bad. Man she was really slacking recently. No wonder the spiders seem so agitated. But furthermore aurora is just letting it happen, letting him do whatever it is hes doing, letting him help her.
When marius sees the others he jumps and stands up awkwardly stumbling over his words as he tries to explain himself and ashes interrupts like. No by all means keep working we're just surprised is all. And Marius is also confused, like, what do you guys mean by that?
Well auroras been just as stubborn as Jonny is about maintence for repairs. We didn't think she'd let anyone work on her at all until nastya gets back.
Oh. Well.. Nastya doesnt usually let Marius work on aurora, too worried hes going to mess something up and protective over her, but things were getting so out of hand that Something had to be done to fix up aurora.
And hesitantly, the others decide its probably best if Marius is the temporary (its so cold shell be back any day she has to be back soon please nastya its so cold come back) engineer.
And eventually aurora starts communicating again, slowly. First with Marius.
And she asks him if he thinks shes changed.
And Marius thinks about it for a couple minutes. And says yes, just like they have all changed. Its been millennia and eternity has worn on all of them, weathered and shaped them into something new like wind or rushing waters. So yes, shes probably changed. But in the same sense that Marius isn't the same person he was when he and raph first boarded the ship.
And aurora cries for a long, long time. And marius sits there with her, not leaving until the waves of sadness fade. Her feelings are so strong that it almost makes Marius start crying, but he doesn't. He just sits with her until she feels better.
Why didnt nastya think that, then? She asks eventually.
I dont know. Maybe she just needed some time. She'll be back soon.
Although they both know nastya won't return. The hope she does, rhough.
-⨠who didnt mean for this to get so out of hand fndfhdjdj
i love how this is half a fic may i steal this omg iâm inspired :000
agh this is so yes aghhhh
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Almost done with s2!! Will be done soon probs tomorrow but I love how Jon just has a way with women,,, like not romantically but he's just collecting these girls?? They all start out disliking him bc he's weird and creepy but before they know it they're bffs LMAO Like Basira, Daisy AND Melanie he's just got this little brigade of badass paranormal girlies??? Hello??? Like he's hardly got any friends, (the closest he has is Martin đ) but like now hes just got all these girlfriends like ok, slay Jonny!!!!
Ok help its SO ooc IK but I cant help but imagine a normal au in which shits not freaky and hes lowkey just kinda doing girls night with them and they're just shit talking all these co workers??
(Im not particularly a fan of long haired Jon, at least not this far in bc i think it makes sense with how shitty his mental health is, yk, he's so paranoid hes hardly taking care of himself but rn hes still at the lvl where his hair is getting longer but its still quite short. Honestly I dont think I could ever truly picture him with that long long hair people like to give him, yk its growing out and its def disheveled, but it's pretty well kept all things considered. But I digress; one of the girls braiding his hair? OK. I can accept that.)
Au or not, it's just a group of girls that are definitely able to beat someone's ass and are so intelligent and beautiful and they're just the coolest women you'll ever meet and then there's just Jon. Standing behind them, hunched over, eyes twitching, like the freakiest little dude you've ever seen, and you'll ask the girls if they found this guy in a bush or something at the park, but they just say, "Oh, him? That's just Jon. Don't worry about him, that's normal." And no one EVER explains who or what Jon is or where they found him and you've just accepted that he's sort of like a purse dog.
Like, that's just Jon, the homeless guy that goes with them to brunch. Nononono he's not *following* them, he's actually part of their group!! And him and Basira kind of have Sheldon and Penny vibes from that one ep where Sheldon needs to get a gift for Amy and the guy at the jewelry shop assumes Penny is his gf. Like that scene but with Tim.
#does this make sense#i hope it does#tma#the magnus archives podcast#the magnus archives#tma podcast#jonathan sims#i love you jon!!!!#melanie king#basira hussain#daisy tonner#alice daisy tonner#girl squad#jon is just. one of the girls#âheh is this guy bothering you ladies đŽâđ¨đâ#âexcuse you!! thats JON!!!â
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since landing is closing down soon, i decided to take a quick break from SUPERSTRUCTURE (although i will be back don't you worry two fans) and made some fashion moodboards for the 14 fears from the magnus archives to accompany this post there will be some notes and insight on each collage under the cut.
the buried: the buried was really underutilized in the podcast imo. some of my favorite episodes revolved around the buried like lost john's cave and we all ignore the pit. i really hope this did it justice since jonny sims did not.
the corruption: oh my god this one was so hard to make. my google search history is full of terms like "bug infested dress", "moldy clothing" and "yucky fashion" the corruption girlies really seemed to like my last post so i felt obligated to get it right. i think i did okay.
the dark: making a black on black collage look decent is really hard đ I was originally going to go victorian for this one but ended up doing nu goth instead since I thought victorian fit a lot better with the end.
the desolation: this is one of my favorites. there's somthing so satisfying about combining ashy greys and black with orange it just tickles my brain. other than that, i don't really have any notes
the end: as mentioned earlier, i went with victorian mourning wear for the end. i mean queen victoria herself was in mourning and only wore black for forty years. that era is so synonymous with death it only felt fair to work its customs and fashion into my end board.
the eye: eye avatars are legally required to wear academic fashion. it just comes with the job description. i don't make the rules. have fun being jonathan sims
the flesh: this one really took me down a rabbit hole. first:, i could only find those anti-vegan shirts that your unemployed uncle wears to the family barbecue and then i came across this fashion designer and spent like an hour on her shop trying to figure out how she got her clothes to look like that. after that it took me another two hours to find all of the accessories. pinterest has been both my best friend and worst enemy over the course of this project.
the hunt: i am so sorry the supernatural gas leakage returned to my home when i made this and I age regressed into being 15 again. when i was making this i pictured it more as the trevor and julia flavor of the hunt instead of say, daisy. god breast america.
the lonely: this one was pretty easy to make once i got a handle on the color scheme. the aesthetic of the lonely has always striken me as a romanticization of the melancholy. think wanderer above the sea of fog. So i gave this one all the things i would romantasize about my life at my loneliest, which is why there's a teacup and a heart locket. the book was also a part of that, but it also doubles as a recreation of a leitner by theponderingalpaca on reddit.
the slaughter: yeah yeah i know the slaughter is supposed to be about war as well as murder, but forgive me for not making a fashion collage about military uniforms. that's really boring. i had just watched woodstock '99 before i made this though and decided to go more for that angry punk/metalhead fashion that korn was wearing in that concert. them and limp biskit are the closest we'll ever get to irl grifters bone.
the spiral: i made this moodboard twice. i know its crazy that the fear meant to represent insanity is hard to pin down, but i think i did it better the second time around. the first one read too much as regular kidcore/decora for my taste.
the stranger: i had to do this one last. i could not for the life of me figure out how to make a circus/uncanny fashion board without just doing clown fashion. i'm still not entirely sure how i feel about how it turned out, but at least the masks are cool.
the vast: vast avatars rise up!! this is a mike crew fan blog and i only wanted to base the fashion around him. he's in the top three list of guys i'm autistic about with elliott stardew valley and daniel powell from archive 81.
the web: not much to say here except if you are a web avatar you have to wear a cunty dress. it is simply non negotiable
thank you to @artmadval for giving me the idea to do this with your amazing fashion archives art, along with everyone else who went through all my yapping to get here. love yall!
#tma podcast#the magnus archives#tw meat#tw body horror#cw blood#tw fire#tw horror#the slaughter#the spiral#the vast#the eye#the web#the hunt#the flesh#the lonely#the buried#the desolation#the dark#the corruption#the stranger#the end#the distortion#the magnus pod
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