#johnny x ftm reader

[aresdoll]

˖౨ৎ ⋆｡˚﹒janitor a.i bot list update P.2

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【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Liu Kang 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He didn't pay attention to you so you decided to record a spicy video for him, but you didn't expect him to react.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - the hot guy at your gym was flirting with you. 🏳️‍⚧️ 》 transmasc miguel au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Priest Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Miguel O'Hara chose to be a priest after a personal tragedy, he never faithfully believed in anything ── However, you soon changed that, and he had to fight not to give in to the sins of the flesh.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han /Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You and Bi Han were friends with benefits, but the two of you felt much more than just lust.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Tomas and you were friends for two years. It was obvious to everyone who looked at the way Vrbada spoke to you or looked at you that the ninja was completely in love with you; the less you saw it, whether because you ignored his feelings on purpose or simply couldn't see that there was much more than platonic love. However, with the arrival of your ex, he needed to act.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/ Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You couldn't become a ninja because you were too weak, but now, the grandmaster himself took care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You accidentally sent a nude to your university professor.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC, Needy Boyfriend - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Dmitry is your rich and needy boyfriend, who needs you 24/7, especially when he wakes up without you in his bed.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were caught by him masturbating.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You needed money and now you have a 'sugar daddy'.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tio Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Your non blood uncle is obsessed with you. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a family together, but apart.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Father Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You need to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He wants to ask you out with him.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - drinks

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Stepfather Albert Wesker - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you know him... V.3

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Cramps

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Wife Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your sub wife

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - boyfriend gifts

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Goth Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He liked you and your makeup. 🦇 》 gothic au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you get hurt

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were living in the house of a grumpy old man, but he os very cute... 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Professor Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He's your annoying chemistry professor. 📚 》 college au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Dracula - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - maybe he wants more than your blood. 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Count Dracula Count - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a teacher's assistant and help him with his classes. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】dirty secret🎀 》 DILF SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - teasing and punishment

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Ice God/Bi Han - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You are the servant of a grumpy ice god. ❄️ 》 ICE GOD/KING AU.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Mad Scientist/Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a wonderful experience of him. 🥼 》 MAD SCIENTIST AU

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Johnny Cage - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - aftercare

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - low self esteem | 🎀 》 daddykink version

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you got pregnant with him... 🕷️ 》 miguel o’hara x blackcat!user

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are the new hero of the seven and he has his eyes on you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - we never talked about ***** **** ┆ 🧼 》 fight club au, you are his tyler...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada- 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - new recruit

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- valentine's day

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Simon Riley 'Ghost' - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - slutty torture

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your father figure

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- lying between his legs

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC - Stepfather, Yan Jin - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - your new stepfather is rude but extremely handsome. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- he needs to take care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- arranged marriage...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】survivor.🕊️ 》TWD AU, He's Your Negan.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Titan Lord Raiden - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - reencounter

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Step!Brother, Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】breedtable ─ m!preg.🕊️ 》DARK SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere! Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a dark hero who is in love. 🕊️ 》 DARK SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere!Shang Tsung - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - obsession

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - fuck buddies

[yanderestarangel]

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[gofishygo]

[thegnomelord]

Locker-room jokes

CW:NSFW MDNI, FTM reader and Gaz, frotting, oral, first times, masc terms (cock, cocklet, bottom growth) this is based off a post I saw somewhere and a talk I had with @embry-garrick . Author isn't trans so tell me if this sucks lol

Guys comparing dick sizes in the locker room is a joke as old as time. You'd never considered entertaining it as it always came off stupid to you. . . yet here you are.

The locker room is thankfully empty except for you and Gaz, the silence buzzing beneath your skin and leaving you awkwardly shifting your weight from one leg to the other. It's not like you two haven't seen each other naked before, God knows some of the communal showers on different bases were little bigger than shoe boxes, but the expectation to do more than just catch a glimpse — that makes you feel naked.

Agreeing to this had been easy, but now that it came time to put your words were your mouth was you realize you were too arrogant; You can't quite make yourself meet Gaz's gaze, eyes flickering from his face to the darkened lines beneath his pecks, to the sparce trail of body hair that disappears down beneath the towel wrapped around his hips before returning to his face, your cheeks burning.

"Oh, is someone nervous?" Gaz shows you mercy by sauntering closer, gun calloused hands finding their place on your hips and thumbs slipping beneath the towel's hem. "Scared you're not going to be able to rise to the occasion?" His voice has a teasing lilt to it as he snickers at his own words.

You open your mouth to speak but you're forced to bite your tongue when Kyle presses against you, chest to chest and skin to skin. He tilts his head back, your noses brushing together. "You know," His lips brush against yours, just a ghost and a promise something more should you listen to him. "You could just quit while you're ahead and save yourself the embarrassment."

Even the miniscule sensation of his lips on yours leaves your body wanting more, your ribs aching to be wrenched open so he can hold your heart in his hands. Damn tempter.

You ignore your body's wants, the knowledge of him testing you making something burn in your chest. "In your dreams." You repeat the same words that got you into this mess, the words that awakened his competitive streak.

You mimic him by gripping his hips and clutching the towel barely hanging around him. But there's a small tremor in your hands, anxiety nibbling on your nerves — You're treading new ground, the furthest you two ever got was drunken make out sessions and heavy groping in bathrooms or broom closets or Price's office that one time.

Kyle doesn't mention the tremble, your actions earning yourself a pleased grin from him. "Ooh, aren't you arrogant." Which is good; it wouldn't be fun if you were a wet rag about it. Kyle's fingers shift to skirt across your sides before gripping your towel tighter. "Tell you what, we take them off together, yeah?"

"Aren't you thoughtful." Your words make him grin, but you nod your head. "Fine—" You grip his towel, the muscles in your arm tensing. "One, two, three-"

You barely manage to say the last number before Kyle yanks the towel off your hips and tosses it carelessly on the nearby bench. You scramble to do the same, your hands suddenly your mortal enemies as you stumble around a bit while you feel his eyes on you before you manage to take his towel off.

Gaz knows he looks good, he's proud of his body, but the way your eyes travel across his frame — from his face to his chest, following the happy trail of sparce hair down his abdomen to his groin where the neatly trimmed pubic hair accentuates the length of his bottom growth— has blood rushing to his cock, has him feeling high as a kite.

He looks you over up and down, both to see your embarrassment grown and because he's pleased by what he sees. His eyes settles to your groin where a bush of hair partly obscures your own bottom growth, glancing between you and himself. "I reckon I'm bigger."

Something about the way he says it, like he's a jaguar that just caught a cayman, sparks something inside you. "Only because you're smooth as a baby's ass." You growl and push a hand between your bodies, trapping your cock between two fingers and spreading them slightly so it's fully on display. "I'm bigger." You can't help but press a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose, some of your arrogance coming back.

Kyle tries not to, but a pleased noise escapes his throat — you're definitely bigger, at least half an inch if not more. He's not willing to admit defeat that quickly, but fuck, the change in your attitude is a major turn on.

"Cheater." The accusation would be far more hurtful if he didn't press himself closer, one hand holding your shoulder, the other sliding down to hold his cocklet. "Just gotta-" But he doesn't stop there, slowly stroking the length of it between his fingers, thumb swirling across the tip. "-I'll show you big."

"Now who's cheating?" You snark, using your free hand to hold Kyle tightly so he doesn't lose his balance. You don't stop him, mesmerized by the way each languid stroke has his cock chubbing up a bit more, slick easing the glide as it glistens across his flushed flesh.

"You started it-hah!—" You pick the moment to grind your groin into his, the tip of your cocklet roughly grinding against his and forcing a small punched out noise from his lungs.

"Whoops." You grunt, pleasure starting to simmer in your veins as you grind your cock against his again. "Sorry, just needed to get the right angle." Your tone makes the lie obvious but you can't be bothered to make it sound believable, the combination of shifting of your hips and the slow movement of your hand as you stroke yourself at the same tempo as him has lightning rushing up your spine. "I'm still bigger than you."

"Bastard!" The curse morphs into a short laugh and finally into a moan that bounces off the tiled walls, his head tilting forward to place a sloppy and disorganized kiss on your cheek. Kyle pants against your skin, leaving crescent shaped bruises on your shoulder from how tightly he grips you. "Hold on, I just have to-" He moans again, rocking his hips to meet yours that has the sensitive heads of your cocklets bumping together. "-fuck- fuck- just, give me a minute it gets bigger."

"What's wrong Kyle, failing to rise to the occasion?" You have no idea how wet that smug tone of yours makes him, but with how obscenely loudly his slick squelches against his fingers, Kyle's sure you'll figure it out soon. "Here, let me help you."

It's Kyles turn to be surprised when you push him into one of the stalls, his back meeting the cold tiles of the shower. "What are you planning?" He grunts, a yelp escaping him when you suddenly grab his thighs, picking up and bending him nearly in half until your head's cradled between his thighs and his cock's inches away from your mouth. The years of gymnastics makes the position possible, the numb pain of muscles deep in his back stretching making the pleasure so much sharper.

You blow cold air across his sensitive cocklet, watching it twitch with need. "Relax, just getting a better look." The way his thighs shake when you lick a slow stripe up his cock has your mind buzzing, the needy sound that breaks past his lips sweet as honey to your ears. "I'm gonna help you get as big as you can." It's hard to look away from his cock but you force yourself to look up at Gaz, resting his cocklet against your lips. "It's only fair."

"You-" Whatever he wanted to say next is cut off when you take his entire cock in your mouth, resting it on your tongue for a few moments before you suck. "-oh fuck!" His hands scramble to find purchase on your shoulders, gripping your hair as he hunches over, his mouth right next to your ear so you can head a moan leave him — deep and low and so desperate.

It makes you want to pull more of those sounds out of him. And you do — sloppily slurping on his cocklet for a few seconds only to pull off to lick it, alternating between slow strong swipes of your tongue across his entire shaft to small kitten licks on his tip. Occasionally you pull off entirely to blow cold air across it, keeping him teetering on that edge of pleasure, silencing the sounds of discontent with a few swipes near his hole before taking all of him into your mouth to repeat the cycle.

You don't know what's more intoxicating; You feel yourself grow drunk off the slightly sweet and musky taste of his slick that runs down your chin, the image of his abdominal muscles fluttering and thighs shaking from the building pleasure in his belly burned into your mind, Kyles babbles of "Yeah, like th- fuck, fuck, fuck- that- pleas-hah—" and calls of your name broken by moans and whimpers like the song of angels.

You feel him get closer to the edge, or at least you assume so by the way the grinding of his hips into your face grows erratic, your name being the only word that still clings to his brain as he chants it like a mantra, his fingers shaking from how tightly he grips your shoulders.

Kyle makes a sound like a wounded animal when you suddenly pull off, "-no-no-nono!" He cries, hips still bucking into the air with the need to tumble over the edge of pleasure, tears staining his cheeks as he manages to force out a weak glare. "Wh- why w-gh!- why?"

"We still have to compare." Your voice is rough like you'd been gurgling shards of glass, holding him steady as you lower him enough to wrap his legs around your waist, pressing your bodies together until you're smushing him into the wall.

He doesn't complain as the sudden move has your bottom growths rubbing against one another, and only now do you realize your body is as desperate as his. "Y- ah fuck- yeah right." There's still that fire in him, but now he uses it to grip the back of your skull and mush your lips together, ignoring the taste of himself on your lips. "Just-shit mh!- move."

Kyle's heels digging into your flank makes you rock forward, grinding your cocks together. Your slick mixes together, your pubic hair sticking to his skin and tickling the sensitive flesh of his cock with every thrust. He openly moans into your mouth, licking in and around your open mouth, trying to clean off the slick staining your skin but only making a bigger mess as spit now mixes with his juices.

Kyle feels like he's burning up, like he's just a puddle of please — the pace you set is rough and your kisses are sloppy and desperate and it feels like Heaven. Gaz wraps all four limbs around you tightly yet he still gyrates his pelvis to meet yours, every nerve in your bodies feeling like a live wire as pleasure builds and builds until it's ready to spill over.

"Fuck- Kyle-" You grunt, your fingers leaving bruises on his flesh, his back sliding up and down against the tiles as you increase your pace, every brush of his flesh against yours banging on your skull. "I'm -mhm- close."

"Mh- me too-" He slurs against your lips, kissing you until both of you are gasping for air. "please-please-please-love- make us cum, plea- ah fuck!—" Kyle shouts as his orgasm finally crashes into him, toes curling and head tilting to bite your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself as he cums, hole fluttering around nothing and cock throbbing as slick runs down his thighs.

The pain and pleasure comes for you a second later, you grip him so harshly you can feel his bones groan as you cum too, your hips grinding together to prolong the mind numbing pleasure, your teeth finding his shoulder as you bite down as well.

You don't know how the Hell you're still standing by the time you come down from your high, every muscle in your body straining like you'd just went through a suicide mission. Kyle's no better, shaking like a leaf and completely boneless in your arms, panting into your neck.

You kiss the bite mark you've left on his shoulder, gently bumping your head into his to gain his attention, "Kyle?" You ask, "Are you alright?"

"Fuuuuck lovie," Kyle groans, barely able to lift his head enough to give you a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "That was good." His fingers idly scratch your scalp, the low rasp of his fucked out voice makes your cock twitch half-heartedly but you're too worn out to get aroused again. "Remind me to blow you when I can feel my legs again."

Yeah, he's alright.

A small laugh breaks past your lips and you give him a similarly sloppy kiss. "I will." Somehow you manage to sit down on the floor, Kyle laying on top of you, as content as a spoiled cat.

"Just so you know." He whispers into your ear, his fingers slowly sliding across your sides, thumbs rubbing lazy absentminded circles into your skin. "I want a do-over of this contest." He grins, and fuck, you can't get past how handsome he looks like that. "Maybe in my room, yeah?"

You can't refuse. "Yeah."

[roseboysstuff]

Thinking about fuckbuddy ghost (this is ftm reader btw)

Ghost who is amazing in bed, his cock dragging orgasm after orgasm out of your cunt

Ghost who doesn't really give the best aftercare, cleans you up and then waves goodbye

Ghost who totally doesn't love you, you're just a convenient lay

Ghost who loves watching you ride his cock, your hair bouncing and your eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure evident on your face. "Beautiful." He thinks, distantly, as his cock explodes with pleasure, shooting the familiar hot seed into you.

Ghost who starts watching you every time he fucks you. He can't get enough of your face. You just look so handsome, all covered in sweat and your face flush with pleasure.

Ghost who still definitely doesn't love you.

Ghost who argues with you, when you tell him you're catching feelings for him. He's mad, because now he has to face his own feelings.

Ghost who watches you run away to your room, crying. His pride preventing him from following you. Despite how much he wants to gather you in his arms, and love you.

Ghost who doesn't get the chance to apologise, as he's sent on a solo mission, lasting for 4 months straight. Who doesn't know what's happening back in the base, during his absence.

Soap who sees your heartbroken expression, and can't stand it.

Soap who brings you a beer, saying "bottom's up", in his glorious scottish accent.

Soap who listens all night, as you pour your heart out to him, crying until your eyes are dry and bloodshot. Who hugs you, until the alcohol makes you drift off peacefully.

Soap who's still there the next morning, stroking your hair, and helping you through your hangover. The care and affection making you melt slightly, not knowing what you needed.

Soap who desperately wants to ask you out, but is patient. He knows you need space.

Soap who can't wait anymore, who only 2 months after Ghost has left, takes you out. Who sits with you on a grassy hill, watching the sun go down. Holding your hand, and sipping some wine.

Soap who takes you back to bed that night, and unlike the rough thrusts and near silence of Ghost, is sweet. His honeyed words like a balm to your soul, his tender touches sending hot shivers down your spine. Who's cock isn't as big as Ghost's but who treats you like a precious gem.

Soap who makes you climax as many times as you want that night, and who finally fills you with his seed, only after making sure it's what you truly want.

Soap who gives perfect aftercare, holding you, reassuring you, loving you.

Soap Johnny who is the perfect boyfriend, and who after only a few weeks, when you're suddenly pregnant with his child, doesn't abandon you.

Johnny who proposes right then and there, not wanting you to feel abandoned ever again.

Ghost who returns from his mission, ready to apologise to you, knowing now that he really does love you.

Ghost who sees the strange looks, as he asks about you.

Ghost who is told about both yours and Johnny's honourable discharges.

Ghost Simon who sits in his room in the barracks, desperately trying to find any lingering remnants of your scent on his bed

Simon who cries that night, remembering your face, wanting to see it again. Not just flush with pleasure, but bright with joy. Grinning and laughing, smiling at him with the love he now feels tortured by

Simon who receives an invite to your's and Johnny's wedding, and covers it with his tears that night.

Simon who stands there, in a black suit, watching the love of his life walk down the aisle, with the protuding baby bump under your wedding clothes. But he's not standing at the end of the aisle.

Simon Riley, who watches as you change your last name to MacTavish, desperately wishing you were changing it to Riley

Johnny MacTavish, who holds you tightly, thankful for the chance to have you. Who'll never treat you wrong.

Your husband and father of your baby, Johnny, who made you believe in love again.

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ notes: tagging @orinscrivellos who motivated me to write this. i really enjoyed doing it

↳ warnings: slight implications of transhobia. nothing directly mentioned

↳ song: a little less conversation—elvis presley

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• Two-Bit thinks you’re super kickass for being out and open about yourself in the way you are. It is the sixties after all, and along with living on the East side of town, you aren’t exactly getting treated the best

• But that doesn’t really matter to you. As long as the gang, and most importantly Two-Bit, likes you, then you couldn’t care less

• So yeah, Two-Bit thinks you’re brave. Probably calls you his ‘fearless knight,’ and treats you poshly for a good laugh sometimes. Or about as posh as he can pretend to get. He’s never been really good at playing a rich character despite his improvisation skills. You suppose it’s the way he was raised, the way all of you were raised, that makes it difficult

• Is loud and proud about you being his partner. Unless you want him keeping it under wraps, Two-Bit will pretty much scream it from the mountain tops about how much he loves his boyfriend. Consequences be damned

• “Golly, Two, you just don’t stop talking about him do you?” Ponyboy ogles at his friend as they make their way down the street, heading to meet you for a night out at the Nightly Double. He was in disbelief that anyone could ever talk so much and for so long, much less about the same thing. Even Soda didn’t use to talk about Sandy this much

• “Nope!” Two-Bit pops his ‘p’ loudly, grinning like a shark as he continues on with his train of thought. Pony just shook his head in a mix of awe and horror, already regretting that he had thought to ask Two-Bit how you had been doing. And that was over ten minutes ago!

• Two-Bit has definitely gotten into fights to ‘defend your honor,’ as he likes to put it—most of the time he can hear people at his school bad mouthing you, which any one of you can handle. You don’t live the greaser life without getting your name dragged through the mud after all—but when they start throwing out those names about you, he’ll start a fight quicker than you could blink

• “Oh glory.” You stare at Two-Bit unblinking one afternoon. Two shiny new black eyes peer back, accompanied by a split lip, and you have to resist the urge to drag a hand down your face in exhaustion.All you had wanted to do is come pick him up from his house, and you were met with this mess

• “What? I’ve been trying on a new look. What do you think baby?“

• “I think you’re stupid.” You don't even have to ask how he got those, you already know. A part of you swells with affection at the thought of him caring about you enough to do that, but the more responsible part of you pushed it down in order to sigh

• “But you love me.” Two-Bit retorts with a gleeful laugh, sounding like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Which he doesn’t. In his eyes, he’s got all he ever needs. A mom that loves him, a sister that adores his jokes, friends that have his back, and a handsome boyfriend. What more could a greaser like him want?

• If you come out and then transition, in that order, Two-Bit and everyone would definitely help you with your new style. They’ve spent their entire lives in boys clothes, so they have plenty of fashion tips, if you can even call them that, and materials to spare

• if you wear a bigger size, or want baggier clothing, Dallas and Two-Bit with go and nab pretty much anything you want from the nearby corner store. If you like tighter fitting clothing, or run a little gangly, you are always welcome to borrow one of Pony or Johnny’s outfits. They’d give them to you in a heartbeat if you asked

• Hair greasing lessons! They’ll teach you how to grease your hair up nice so you’ll look tuff, until eventually you’ve learned to do it all by yourself. Two-Bit always smiles the biggest when you come out of the bathroom with your hair slicked back. He likes to think he’s got the best looking partner this side of the railroad tracks

• It doesn’t matter what kind of body you have or want. Two-Bit will support you all the way. It’s not like you can really afford testosterone or major surgery considering you live in the slums of Tulsa with everyone else, and those services aren’t exactly offered to the public thanks to laws at the time, but if you manage to get our hands on any of that stuff, the gang will support your recovery/shot sessions all the way; bringing you whatever you need in the moment and all that jazz, even if Dallas or Steve gripe about running errands

• “Here’s your stupid bandaids.” Dally threw a small cardboard box onto the foot of the couch you were sitting on with a slight rattle. You look up to thank him, and he just blows out a bit of smoke from his mouth. You had half a mind to ask him for a drag of his cigarette, but knew Darry would kill you if he caught you smoking after administering testosterone. He was already nervous enough about you constantly taking shots, so you didn’t want to worry him anymore

• “No problem.” Dallas’ gaze drifted over to Two-Bit, who was sitting next to you, and he smiled lazily

• “Hey Two? If the two of you are banging, does that make you gay, or straight?”

• Dally walked away from that conversation that day with a bruise on his arm and a big laugh tumbling from his lips

[freyito]

ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ & ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴛᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴛᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ

el oh el! so funny story!!! i got cat called today! yaaaaay! ! ! ! ! i'm so absolutely fucking horrified and disgusted and eugh. i've been stalked and ive been followed home and eughhhh. so. i apologize for the heavy undertones of this post but PROJECTING!! this is helping me get over the feeling. i think. i dunno.

cw: ftm reader, afab, catcalling, mention of misgendering, comfort, pre-blind kenshi, not proofread

Johnny Cage

He loves showing you off. He keeps you close in public, like to the point where it's genuinely hard to walk because of it. He's pulled you in by the waist, his hand firm. As if you'll escape from him. But, you won't even try. You like this.

So, when some random asshole across the street calls out to you, something something about your boobs, at first he's like "Awh, lil ol' me?". But holy shit. He is seething.

Johnny takes the attention off of you. And inadvertently threatens the loser. Well... it's more than obvious, actually. He's 6'1, built like a statue, and filled with enough rage to make a rabid dog cower.

He doesn't let go of you, though. And he's surprisingly rational. All he really has to do is stare the man down, make him uncomfortable. Beyond so, actually. He's getting quite erotic with this man.

And when the catcaller finally walks away, he relaxes only slightly. Johnny would beat that man to a pulp if he could, but he'd rather not get arrested, nor would he want the press getting a hold of that.

But now, he's more concerned about you. You went from glued to his hip to shying away, a horrible empty, gut-wrenching, nauseous feeling washing over you.

He doesn't allow you to sulk, he's grabbing your hand and power-walking to the car. That's enough of the public, today. And once you two are safely in the car, he's affirming you. Like, absolutely drowning you in the fact that you are his boy, his boyfriend, his and all his and no other man has a right to treat you that way. To talk to you that way. He doesn't have that right, either. At home, he's got a bath drawn immediately, he's picked out clothes for you, and has ordered your favorite food.

Kenshi Takahashi

He's also about as close as Johnny is to you out in public. But he gives you enough space to walk properly. It's so very clear that you are his.

So, when he heard that sharp whistle, he didn't even have to listen to what the assailant called out. He turns quickly, but he doesn't leave your side. He simply turns.

Kenshi is an ex-gangster, dammit. He could beat this man until he was unrecognizable, he's got all sorts of repentance lined up for the asshole across the street. How many fingers shall he take? Any ink on his skin worth keeping?

But he doesn't move. He doesn't talk. That is enough to make the assailant run off, tail between his legs. And he makes damn sure of it.

Once Kenshi's sure the man is at least a block down, he turns back to you and holds you closely. Almost as if he's hiding you. He doesn't allow you to retreat within yourself, he doesn't even want to think of how you feel.

He walks away quickly, finding a quiet place to calm you down. He's as hands on or off as you want him to be, he understands if suddenly you don't want to be touched.

And he's quick to bring you back to the car, as well. The car ride home is quiet, but he pampers you when you get home. He actually affirms you more than Johnny, he's very insistent and emphasizes every single masculine word, pronoun, everything as he talks. At home, he's already got a little den set up for you, with your favorite books, he'll offer to draw a bath for you, he's ready to cook your favorite food, and has white noise playing from the TV.

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[sentoooo]

ɢᴜɪᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ⨟ ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ x ꜰᴛᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ ⨟ 18+

DID I SAY SATURDAY..... NAH NAH I SAID SUNDAY FS........ neways, hope you're reading, kenshi's arms anon. thank you for the idea. seriously. this has all ive ever been able to think about since then. i think you're more suited for writing then i am. might've gone overboard, just maybe. enjoy ;)

shout out to britney spears tho. saved my fuckin ass. couldnt focus, couldnt write anything. played baby one more time for like 3 hours. finished the fic. done. there could be a part two..... hm?

cw: NSFW, ftm reader, afab, he/him pronouns used, threesome, implied first time (with both), implied previous relationship w/ johnny before meeting kenshi, body worship, oral (bottom receiving ((YOU)), fingering, slight praise, porn with absolutely no plot, teasing, voyeurism?? within a private space, proofread wc: 3620 MINORS DNI

It was straight to the point. All Johnny needed to hear was that you consented, and he had set the scene. He was eager. Too eager. But damn, he'd be lying if he says he wasn't nervous. Which is odd! A man like him? Nervous? He's been through scenarios like this, threesomes, foursomes, orgies, damn, he's had it all. Yet, you and Kenshi... it's different. So different. The way you two spark butterflies within his stomach simply by being there, it's a different kind of love than anything he's felt before. It's so pure, intentional, passionate, and soft. Just thinking of either of you has his cheeks red.

Now, Johnny lurks behind you and Kenshi. You sit across from the swordsman, hands planted on your knees. As close as Kenshi wanted you to be, he refused to have you in his lap. He wanted to give Johnny ample room to include himself, even if the man had insisted on just watching. Both of you knew from the start he wouldn't. He can't even keep still now. In front of you, Kenshi seems calm, a light blush tints his cheeks. It is his first, and as such, he is nervous.

"Come on," Johnny groans, leaning over Kenshi's shoulder and place his hands on the man's arms. Kenshi furrows his eyebrows at this, leaning towards you ever so slightly. Yet, he did not give in to Johnny's urgency. Kenshi was going to go by his own pace regardless, for your sake and his. Johnny could be patient. "Pleeeeaaaase..." Johnny whines once more, trying to move Kenshi's hands for him.

Yet, Kenshi is still. He does not move his hands. He does not swat Johnny away. He can feel Johnny's excitement, he can almost hear Johnny begging and pleading at the very edge of his mind. However, he is more concerned about you. "Are you ready?" Kenshi prompts, his tone even.

You hesitate- only for a second. It is not a wild idea, nor is it wildly lewd. "Yes," At your consent, Johnny lets out a sigh of relief, and Kenshi seems to relax.

"Alright, Ken-Doll," Johnny leans in closer to Kenshi's ear, a smirk lingering in his voice. He wrapped his hands around Kenshi's forearms, the swordsman relenting and letting Johnny guide his arms. Johnny's hands snake up to Kenshi's wrist, as he leans forwards and urges the man to get closer to you. "Just..." Johnny's voice is already breathy, as he places Kenshi's hands on your waist. "Like this." Somehow, it was surprising that Johnny didn't start... higher.

Kenshi scoffed, tilting his head towards Johnny. "Really?" While his hands were comfortable, even Kenshi had been expecting something more scandalous from Johnny. His tone was sarcastic, causing you to laugh a little.

"Hey! Where else am I supposed to start?" Johnny pouted, squeezing Kenshi's wrists. Kenshi sighs, and lets the actor have his moment. "Alright, alright, I'll get to the damn point." Johnny speaks as if he wasn't just begging you two to start, shaking his head. His eyes meet yours, asking the same question Kenshi had before. You nod, and lean into Kenshi's hands. With this, Johnny leads Kenshi's hands up under your shirt, just under your breasts. Not quite there. He's got a sly smile on his face, as if he's in it to tease you. Johnny understands just what your body needs, and while he's confident in Kenshi's ability to make you writhe in pleasure. However, Kenshi wasn't so... intimate with your body like Johnny was. Not that he couldn't be.

Kenshi's fingers trace over your ribs, his touch gentle, almost as if he was afraid to hurt you. Your body shudders at the touch, a pleasant feeling sparking from his hands. Johnny smiles at this, his hands lingering on Kenshi's wrists, trailing down to his forearms, and finally letting go. Johnny gave Kenshi a quick peck on the cheek, before finally retreating to the chair he had pulled up next to the bed. His arousal was already clear, it seems the mention of something like this was enough to get him hard. Yet, he was being patient. Or trying to be, anyways. Johnny kept his hands clasped together, as if to prevent himself from touching himself. In fact, his knuckles were turning white.

Before you could comment, Kenshi brought his thumbs up to your sternum, lightly cupping your breasts. Your breath hitched, just slightly, as he slowly massaged them. He was uncannily attentive, his fingers tracing underneath your nipple. He seemed to enjoy how you waited for him, to take advantage of this opportunity. "Yeah, there you go," Johnny instructed, his impatience finally taking place in his voice. "He likes that, y'know?" Johnny was studying you, looking for any more signs of pleasure. His leg bounced, almost growing irritable. "Don't keep him waiting."

You could see Kenshi smirk, leaning in closer to you. He kept you on edge, caressing your boobs, but not quite touching your nipples. The teasing was almost getting to you. And Johnny, too. "Really, now?" Kenshi's voice was full of mischief, tilting his head back to look at you. "So... If I were to..." Finally, he ran his thumb over your left bud, causing you to bite your lip. Only once.

"C'mon, darlin'... if not for me, for him," Johnny pleaded, leaning forward in his chair. "What, do I have to show you exactly how to do it?" He unclasped his hands, making a motion as if he were to get up.

Kenshi tilted his head towards Johnny once more, raising an eyebrow. "If you don't mind," He insisted, still keeping his hands underneath your breasts. He could do this by himself, by the end of the night he would've had your whole body memorized. But he couldn't turn down Johnny's request.

Johnny groans and get up out of his seat, once more placing his hands on Kenshi's wrists. He wastes no time properly placing Kenshi's hands on your breasts. "Squeeze," He instructs, watching as you arch your back into Kenshi's touch. And when Kenshi does squeeze, hands gripping into the soft flesh, you can't help but let out a small 'mn,' in response. He treated your body as if you were fragile, yet his touch was full of lust. Johnny then guiding Kenshi's right hand back down to your stomach. "All yours." Johnny now hovered over you two, as if he were afraid Kenshi would spend the entire time just teasing you.

Kenshi finally relents, letting his right hand run down your stomach. It's erotic, his touch sensual. He's slow, as to map out your body. Johnny stayed close now, pressing his erection against the bed, through his pants. He was searching for any sort of release, just being able to watch Kenshi was excruciating. "Having fun, Cage?" Kenshi mocked, running his thumb over your nipple once more.

"Dammit, Kenshi," Johnny grunted, grinding against the sheets. "Y'know... you don't have to be so goddamn-"

"Slow?" Kenshi spoke for Johnny, his right hand finding the band of your boxers underneath your sweats. Johnny's breath hitches, as if this was the release he was seeking. Yet, Kenshi simply traces along your waist, the line leading further to your core. "What, am I not allowed to enjoy our darling's body...?" Now, he was just teasing Johnny. "Is this not what you wanted?"

"No! No... I, uhm," Johnny backs off, his face flush. "Shit," He was almost afraid that this moment would end. You pushed yourself closer to Kenshi, in attempt to make sure it didn't. You were eager, and perhaps Kenshi would understand that. "He wants it- just- I- Ugh..." Johnny stumbled over his words, watching as you push yourself further into Kenshi's touch.

"Really, is this what you want, my dear?" Kenshi smiles all too innocently, addressing you once more. His fingers stay placed firmly in the band of your boxers, his left hand finally leaving your breast. You whimper at the loss of touch, somehow the absence of it turned you on more. "I need to hear you say it."

You bite your lip, making eye contact with Johnny once more. He nods enthusiastically- neither of you can take it. "Yea..." You whisper, your voice breathy. "Please." You plead.

"Then," Kenshi nods, tugging at your sweatpants now. "I won't keep you waiting." You do not hesitate. You shuffle your legs out from underneath your body, so he can pull your sweats off. And he does. Johnny lets out a sigh, leaning back against the bed.

"Thighs," Johnny points, making direct eye contact with you once more. "His thighs are the most sensitive." He instructs, happy to finally continue. Kenshi follows, near immediately.

"Like this?" Kenshi's right hand runs down your inner thigh, taking his time. He traces each stretchmark, reveling in the warmth. In response, you let out a sweet moan, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment.

"Yeaaah..." Johnny smirks, his hand finally meeting his own erection. He let out a soft moan at the temporary bliss, watching how you squirmed, pushing your legs into Kenshi's touch. "His collarbone, too... he likes it there."

Kenshi followed, once more. He leaned in, closing the distance between your bodies. His lips find your neck first, not out of clumsiness, no, simply to put you on edge. You groan, craning your neck to the side to allow him more access. He does not play into this, however. He trails his teeth lightly down your neck, and finds your collarbone. He kisses you once more, only rewarding you after you let out a soft sigh. He bites, this time, and your hands find his shoulders.

"Awh, you've made him all red," Johnny points out, finally freeing himself of his pants. "Just like that, Ken-Doll." His hand snakes down into his own boxers, caressing his tip gently. His eyes burn into you, intent on following your own pleasure.

Kenshi's hand creeps closer and closer to your pussy. Yet shies away at the last minute. You whimper once more, feeling his breath against your skin. Goosebumps riddle your body, as you search for some sort of entrance, pressing your body further into him. You lean your head into his shoulder, letting out a shaky breath. Kenshi pulls away and places his left hand on your head, toying with your hair. He turns his head over to Johnny and grins at him.

Johnny just stares back, furrowing his brows and pouting once more. Somehow, you getting all of Kenshi's attention... and Kenshi getting all of you... He closes his eyes and rubs away the thought, teasing himself. "Give him what he wants," He demands, inching closer to you and Kenshi. And when Kenshi doesn't follow his direct order, he finally joins you two on the bed.

You raise your head, looking at Johnny through messy hair. There's a darker look in his eyes, not jealousy... maybe jealousy. He takes his spot behind Kenshi and leans over the man's shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. At the same time, not only does Kenshi's hand creep closer to your boxers once more, Johnny's hands find their way into Kenshi's pants. In tandem, the three of you moan. Johnny's pressed himself against Kenshi's back, grinding like a dog. Kenshi tilts his head back, moaning right into Johnny's ear. The sudden stimulation brings Kenshi's hands into your boxers, too. Ignoring all hesitation and teasing before. His hand enters through the leg, however his left hand grabs onto the waistband and pulls near immediately.

Johnny smiles at the chaos he's created, the stimulation he so urgently wanted- needed. His eyes land on your exposed bottom half, your pussy slick. Waiting. Kenshi's hand firmly gripping your thigh now, bucking his hips into Johnny's hand. "Now that's better, right?" Johnny taunts, glad to finally get this party started. Kenshi nods, slightly. Almost embarrassed to enjoy this. Johnny chuckles, leaning back closer to you. He picks up the speed of his ministrations, leaving Kenshi to bite his lip and suppress his pleasure. "And what about you, sweetheart?" His eyes glide now your frame, from your face, to your clothed torso, to your entrance.

You lowered your head, feeling your face and ears heat up. You couldn't speak, watching Kenshi enjoy the feeling of Johnny's hands, the swordsman's fingers digging into the soft warm flesh of your thigh still. Your words caught in your throat, you inch slightly closer to the two. Johnny closes the distance between you and him, placing another soft kiss on your lips. Only a peck, as he nudged Kenshi with his shoulder. "Don't forget about him, hm?" To see Johnny take such a dominant, teasing role was almost a dream come true. Yet, still uncanny.

Kenshi returns his focus to you, holding back more soft noises and reaching both hands out to you, holding you by your waist. His grip was firm, letting out a sigh. He was withholding his own pleasure, now intent on getting you off. Johnny chuckles, simply holding Kenshi's dick in his hand now. He let the swordsman take control of his own pleasure. Kenshi's touch was more erratic now, trailing back up your sides. Sometimes, he'd go slow, and sometimes he'd go quicker, as if he was ready for this interaction to reach its climax. Regardless, he seemed adamant on making sure you enjoyed his touch as much as he enjoyed exploring your body. As you watch Kenshi's hands make their way underneath your shirt once more, a lightbulb goes off in Johnny's head.

"Hey, Kenshi, Stop," Johnny starts, his hands retreating from Kenshi's dick. At this, the swordsman relaxes. However, despite how hard Kenshi had tried to hide it, the sudden absence of Johnny's touch clearly made him want more. "You'll love this." He gets off the bed, and grabs you by your waist. You squeak, as he turns you to the side, with your legs now dangling off the bed. Out of Kenshi's hands. Johnny does not explain further, simply directing Kenshi to sit behind you. Kenshi hesitates, but does so, regardless.

"What is your game, Cage?" Kenshi asks, taking his place behind you. His hands still firmly planted on your hips. Johnny grins, but doesn't respond. He simply finds Kenshi's right hand once more, and guides it up over your shirt, to your neck.

"Don't choke him, just," Johnny bites his lip, proud of his unspoken idea. "Just feel, I guess..." With that, he finally snakes down, placing his hands on your knees. Kenshi wraps his hand around your neck gently, just as Johnny instructed. He rests his chin on your shoulder, as if to watch Johnny. The actor looks up at you, now on his knees. His hands slowly make their way up to the insides of your thighs, parting them as you let out a low sigh. You hear Kenshi's breath hitch, Johnny's idea finally clicking in his head.

"Cage, you dog," Kenshi remarks, adjusting his position slight, pulling his pants down. Just enough for you to feel the heat spring from his boxers.

Johnny ignores Kenshi's comment, and looks up at you, with pleading eyes. "May I?" His tone is scandalous, his smirk ever-present. You nod once more, and Johnny goes in. His plan in full swing, now. You can't escape. His hands keep your thighs apart, and before you can realize the actor's marvelous plan, warmth hits your core. Johnny's tongue enters within your folds, staying still for a couple minutes as if to taste you. You whimper at this, arching your back and grinding into Johnny's tongue. Kenshi was enjoying the vibrations of your sweet sounds against his palm, placing a quick kiss on your shoulder. Johnny wasted no time, lapping at your pussy as if he had been hungry. With each moan, sigh, and stutter that escapes your lips, Kenshi rewards you with a another kiss. From your shoulder, to the crook of your neck, to your jaw.

Johnny moans into you, digging his nails into your thighs. He keeps you still, as you relish in his tongue, arching your back and exposing more of your neck for Kenshi to feel. For once, Kenshi thought, Johnny's idea wasn't half bad. He enjoyed this more than he liked to admit. He heard you, alright. Whining for Johnny, begging for more. His tongue flicks across your clit, producing a louder, stifled moan from you. After that, his tongue curls back inside you, searching for more. You are almost too caught up within the pleasure to notice that Kenshi's left hand follows down your body, hovering just above your pussy. It is only when you feel a digit enter you that you realize what Kenshi is doing. You yelp once more, pushing your back into Kenshi.

Kenshi laughs at your helplessness, trapped between both men. His thumb pays special attention to your clit, providing a sensitive tingling burning through your body. "Good boy," He whispered against the shell of your ear, his voice gruff. "Letting me explore you... I'm not done, you understand?" You can feel Johnny laugh against you, as Kenshi begins to fuck you with his fingers. His pace is slow, out... in... out... as opposed to Johnny's quick and desperate pace with his tongue. Kenshi keeps his right hand on your neck, still, reveling in the feeling of your pleasure and whimpering and whining and crying. His thumb continues to rub gentle circles on your clit, as Johnny's hands begin to roam your thighs. This only makes you moan more.

"Joh- fffuuhhh- ahn," Your words slur together, the differing paces in pleasure providing a pool of electricity welling up within you. You do not know who's name to cry, "Kensh---" As you are cut off by another wave of pleasure, as Kenshi toys with your clit, now swollen. Was Johnny's idea even needed? Kenshi seemed to have already mapped out your body in his heads, and yet, against Johnny's tongue, he almost knew your folds more.

Johnny pulls away momentarily, looking up at you. He licks his lips, letting out a satisfying sigh as you whimper from the loss of contact. "You taste so good, sweetheart," His eyes fall to Kenshi's finger, as the swordsman works another digit into your entrance. Johnny watches, content with what he's started. "All red, and needy..." Johnny enjoys the warmth of your thighs now, leaning his head to the left as he watches Kenshi's tattooed hands slowly unravel you. "How does that feel, hm? You like it?"

You can only nod, finding all sorts of lewd noises slipping from your mouth. Kenshi fingers you slowly, still. As if to the rhythm of your heartbeat. His breath hot against your neck, his left hand squeezing ever so slightly. Yet, he does not restrict your breathing. He seeks out to feel more of your sounds, groaning and begging for him to pick up the pace. He doesn't give in, however. He does this to remember your walls, every ripple, the texture, and just how wet you are. Kenshi must admit, this is more pleasurable than Johnny's hand down his pants.

Meanwhile, Johnny simply rubs your thigh, tracing every single stretch mark with his thumb. You jerk into Kenshi's fingers, grinding out once more. That soft, dull pressure builds just below your stomach, an electetricfying feeling shot up your spine. Your moans loose all coherency, begging inaudibly for more. Neither man acts on your pleas, driving you closer to your climax, slowly.

"Yeah, yeah... just like that," Johnny hums, finding it oddly comfortable to just watch. He made no move to pleasure himself, nor did Kenshi. "Go ahead, baby." He urges, as you grind up into Kenshi's fingers more. Kenshi does not budge on his pace, still. However, his thumb speeds up ever so slightly.

"This is what you want, no?" Kenshi teases, kissing the crook of your neck once more. You only whine in response, desperately nodding your head. Your body craves release more so than your mind, seeking to feel the weight release, snap, and spill out onto Kenshi's hand. With each thrust of his fingers, your legs shake, your thighs threaten to close. Yet Johnny stops them.

"Nuh uh, not happenin', sweetheart," Johnny uses both of his hands to push open your legs, wider. "I gotta see ya." With this, you let out another lengthy whine, before biting your lip. Somehow, this grants Kenshi better access. His fingers pick up the pace ever so slightly, your mind teeters on the brink of ecstasy. His fingers only reach slightly deeper, closer to your core.

Your eyes roll back, leaning your head against Kenshi's and making direct eye contact with Johnny. Not a moment later does that coil snap, cumming all over Kenshi's fingers. Your body twitches into his hand, each wave pushing more and more of your much needed release out of you. Johnny chuckles once more, Kenshi listens almost too intently to your moans. Somehow, still begging for more.

Slowly, Kenshi's fingers leave you, the last waves of pleasure exiting your body through moans. You slowly come down from your high, as Johnny pushes himself up from his position on the floor. Kenshi praises you once more, inaudible as the afterglow washes over you.

[struckd0wn]

Could you make s'more Johnny Sawyer/Slaughter content pls? There's legit zero to none f'him with m/ftm readers, your kinktober fic of'him is the first i've seen in the time span the game's been out /(;^;)\

a/n: I am so sorry I am just now getting to this, I'm also sorry if this is not exactly what you imagined for a fic, I was just thinking off the top of my head lol

Tw: blood and cannibalism

Bath time - Johnny Sawyer

You're covered in deep crimson blood. It drips off of you, seeping into you clothes. It's smeared all over your skin, you face and arms getting the worst of it. You had helped with the weekly dismembering, chopping up bodies the family would eat for dinner. You still refused to eat the flesh of strangers, opting for eggs you'd get from the chickens around the farm.

Johnny comes up from behind you, wrapping his muscular arms around you. "Nice job baby," The taller male whispers into your ear, kissing along the crook of your neck. "Your so hot when you're dripping in blood, you look so badass." Your boyfriend teases, turning you around in his arms so he can meet your eyes. You complain about the mess, annoyed from the strong metallic smell that was starting to give you a headache.

Although Johnny didn't really mind the mess, he didn't know if he wanted to deal with you begin irritated for the rest of the day so he drags you into the house. You're careful to not touch anything once inside, not wanting to dirty anything as you walk up the stairs and to the bathroom.

The bathroom is poorly lit, not extremely clean but it's not to terrible. It's small, Johnny takes up a lot of the space as he undresses, throwing his bloodied clothes all over the floor. You think to scold him, the clothes would surely mess up the floor but you don't say anything, turning your back to the large male as you strip. You hear John shuffle behind you, placing his large hands on the waistband of you jeans, jeans that were actually his. He slides them over you hips, letting them drop the the floor with a soft thud.

His hands roam along you sides and abdomen, fingers further smearing the blood on your soft skin. You want to enjoy his touch but when his bare chest meats you back you can feel the blood on him rub of on you, pushing him of with a gentle jab to his gut with you elbow. You lover laughs playfully, turning the shower on to warm. You cover yourself with the best of your ability, and although you shouldn't be so self-conscious (seeing as Johnny has seen you in such vulnerable states before), you can't help but feel a little insecure in comparison to him.

Johnny has much more muscle mass then you, his chest and back are defined from hard work on the farm. His legs as strong and he shoulders broad. Top surgery had helped your dysphoria a bit but now everytime you look at your boyfriend you felt a bit jealous, or maybe even a yearning. Johnny, of course, was oblivious to this. He was brought up extremely sheltered, only able to get out to hunter for dinner.

Johnny hadn't seen much trans people at all and to be fair he didn't really understand but always respected people regardless. You've tried to explain to him but he just hasn't fully grasped the concept yet, doesn't understand why you'd be jealous of his physique. John thinks you're stunning regardless.

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The two of you sit in the tub together, deciding after your shower to just relaxe a bit in the bath. The bathtub is small, Johnny has to bend his legs at the knee to fit, you sit in between his legs, leaning against his strong chest. His hand rake through you wet hair, almost sending you to sleep. "Don't fall asleep on me now." A chuckle rumbles through his chest, making the water ripple around you.

Johnny shuffles underneath you, his fingers hold you tight against him. He kisses the nape of your neck, his callused hands kneed the soft flesh of your thighs from under the water. You turn to your side, looking at your boyfriend as he lazily drags his hands all over you. He watches your flustered expression as he caresses you, smirking down at you wildly. The bigger male grabs hold of your waist, turning you so you face him directly.

You struggle to straddling Johnny in the cramped bathtub, but you manage. He pulls you into him, kissing you roughly as the water around you sloshed around. He palms at the flesh of you ass, squeezing it softly. You moan pathetically into his mouth when you feel his erection throb underneath you. John moves a hand off of you ass, bringing it to your front and inbetween the both of you. He runs his fingers through you folds, the sensation of water adding additional wetness to your already leaking cunt. You moan again, only louder, your lover chuckles deeply, pressing another quick kiss to your swollen lips. "You'll have to keep quiet, we don't know who's all in the house."

You blush brightly at the thought of the others hearing you. You know Drayton is probably in the house, either cooking food or tidying up the kitchen. Bubba would most likely be outside, but you're unsure of where Nubbins and Sissy might be. While you're distracted the man below you slides a finger into you pussy, brushing against the spot that drives you insane. He smiled as you try to keep quiet, shoving your face into the crook of his neck to do so.

Johnny groans lowly after hearing you moan his name, feeling you rub against his erection needely as he fucks you on his long fingers. He hoped to tease you a bit longer but he really can't help himself. The bigger male removes his fingers from your cunt but he's sure to replace it soon after with the tip of his cock. You whine as he pushes into your heat, filling you effortlessly. "Fuck baby, you feel so good." He purrs, holding your ass in both hands and he grinds you against his cock.

The strain of trying to keep quiet almost gives you a headache, biting down on your boyfriends collarbone to hush yourself. Johnny hisses at the pain, laughing at your futile attempts. "You know what, let then hear you. I want them to hear how good I fuck you." He teases, watching you turn bright red at the thought. You shake your head no, biting down on him harder to maybe silence his teasing. He continues regardless, lifting you up and down on his cock, the water around the two of you splashing slightly, some ever spilling out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor.

"You looked so hot earlier, dripping in blood," John reminds you, mouth falling open in a silent groan, composing himself before he continues to talk. "It got me so hard, it was difficult to keep working. I was waiting for this." Your lover continues to ramble on, thrusting up into you harshly. "Next time will you let me fuck you like that, covered in blood." The thought eggs him on, speeding up as he imagines it. You can't even respond, fucked dumb on his shaft as he plows into your wet cunt.

Inevitably it was impossible for you to stay quiet, and to be fair John was being much louder than you anyways. What a hypocrite. Your orgasms coils in the pit of you stomach, you grow louder and louder, ultimately forgetting your embarrassment and need to be quite. His name spills from your lips, whining loudly before you cum, shaking in his strong arms.

Johnny curses profanities, feeling your pussy clench and pulse around him in result of your orgasm. His grip on you is tight, leaving bruises on your soft flesh. "Yeah just like that darling." He mumbles, it doesn't take long for Johnny to cum, filling you full of his warm seed. He uses you to ride out his orgasm, making you cry out in overstimulation.

The water stills and both of your laboured breaths filll the small room. You whince as the bigger man pulls you off of him, soiling the water with a mixture of both of your juices.

After a bit, johnny stands, pulling you up with him. He dries you off gently before wrapping the towel around your naked form, tying his own towel around his waist. He kisses you sweetly on the forehead, draining the tub before leading you twords the bathroom door.

You almost run right into the figure on the other side, Johnny has to stop you with a strong arm. Bubba stands there awkwardly, silent as per usual. You hold the towel against yourself tightly, averting your gaze in embarrassment. "Hey, don't you know it's weird to ease drop!" Johnny exclaims, pushing the masked man to the side.

"There's no need too, we could all hear you anyways." You hear Sissy scoffs as she descends the wooden staircase.

Well, dinner tonight was going to be awkward.

[pfhwrittes]

sure sure i could work on any of my other wips but i have the urge to write something smutty involving johnny finding out the lad he fancies has a pussy, causing johnny to wonder if it would be disrespectful of him to name his fleshlight after his crush :/ like is that transphobic? maybe he should just ask his crush if he’d rather have johnny’s dildo named after him instead? :/

[dantefreakdaaaa]

soft sex with present! johnny in mk11

Just him holding you gently as he kisses you all over, whispering all sorts of sweet things to you. About how he loves you so much, about how he needs you. Just locking hands with him and ARGEGRGRGRG RE R

[gaystayzennie]

NSFW Johnny A-Z

(gender neutral reader) Remember that this is purely fictional, and not necessarily an accurate description of the members

Aftercare (How/ How much)

Johnny would absolutely worship you. God tier after care from this man for sure. Cleans you up with the softest touch, and speaks softly to you the whole time. Complimenting you and making sure he soothes you if you’re extra worked up after. Offers to run you a bath and do all the work for you if you need it. Will cuddle you to sleep and place soft kisses all over your face while you fall asleep in his arms.

Body parts (fav on self and partner)

Let’s face it you’re probably shorter than him because he’s just so tall. Since you’re so tiny your head is the easiest for him to reach and he loves placing kisses on the top of your head, playing with your hair, cupping your face in his hands, etc.

He also definitely likes smacking your ass every chance he gets. Even in public, if no one is looking, you better believe he’s gonna quickly smack it. He just can’t resist it.

On himself, he’s proud of his whole physique honestly because we all know that Johnny works out a lot. He’s toned af and he knows it only makes him even hotter.

Cum (where/how etc)

He seems like the type to want to come inside you. Whether that be down there or in you mouth, he loves the feeling of filling you up and sharing the intimate/lewd moment.

Dirty Secret (wants to try, or embarrassing incident)

Wants to try cockwarming but won’t ask you about it because he knows you love his usual aftercare. Doesn’t wanna take that away from you by staying inside of you instead of cleaning you up after.

Experience 

You canNOT convince me this guy hasn’t had sex. No way on planet earth Johnathon hasn’t slept with at LEAST one person. I wouldn’t be surprised if he lost his virginity in high school. Sorry not sorry 🙄✋

He definitely knows his way around. Could def eat someone out with ease because he’s totally done it before.

Favorite Position

Y/N while watching a game on tv with Johnny: Babe what’s your favorite position? J: Any position where I can see you squirming under me

y/n smacking his chest: shut up Johnny! I was asking about soccer you whore. 🙄

fr though I can definitely see this man choking you and just generally liking any position where you look particularly submissive. LOVES when you ride him too though.

Goofy (how serious/goofy during sex)

Not afraid to make fun of you a little during sex, but he takes things pretty seriously for the most part. Might laugh or smirk at you if you’re acting super needy for him. But he means business when he’s fucking you.

Hair (how groomed + preferences)

Might shave on occasion if he feels like it, but usually can’t be bothered. Couldn’t care less whether you’re shaved. Will absolutely go down on you either way.

Intimacy (romantic/rough etc.)

Ugh sex with Johnny would just be so freaking good 😩😩

You will be on your knees for this man. He has such a way with words and has your ears turning red instantly once he starts sweet talking you. Flirts with you and teases you constantly throughout out the night until your begging. Fucks you good and hard once you’re both too horny to hold back. So good to you and makes things amazing and exciting for you both every single time.

Jack off (how often)

Doesn’t really need to Jack off anymore once you guys start dating because he can just ask you for sex whenever he needs it. Will 100% invite you to watch him though if he ever does feel the urge to jerk off.

You once asked him for phone sex which made him laugh at you. He made fun of you until he realized you were being serious. He immediately obliged once he figured out you weren’t joking at all. Enjoyed it even more than you.

Kinks 

Nothing too wild. He loves to dominate you in any way you ask him to though. Whether it be choking, bondage, or orgasm control, he loves to make you squirm under his control. You guys have a safe word though because he wants to be absolutely sure that it’s never too much for you even if you’re the one who usually requests things.

Location (fav place)

Anywhere that will let you both be loud. He makes a lot of noise, and more importantly makes you make a lot of noise.

Usually takes you to his room when the other members are all gone or at least far enough away they won’t hear anything. Sometimes leads you to the shower for a little extra noise to cover up your moans.

Motivation (turn ons)

Absolutely melts when you initiate things. If you start kissing his neck he will scoop you up and carry you off to the bedroom so fast.

If you’re a little too bold though he’ll tease you and put you in your place. He secretly likes seeing you try to flirt with him though and thinks it’s hot how horny you are for him.

No (turn-offs or wouldn’t be into)

Like I said, he’s a true dom. He definitely prefers to be the one in control and wouldn’t be a fan of you trying to take the lead. He might let you try for a second, but very quickly puts you back in your place.

Oral (preferences)

Taught you everything you know about sucking dick. He knows what he likes and being sucked off is definitely something he likes. So he makes sure you know how to do it properly. Giving him a bj is often the beginning of a long night for the two of you.

Call him the pussy/dick king cuz he knows what he’s doing. Tongue game is so strong. He will have you cumming in seconds.

Pace (how fast/rough)

Knows how to take his time fore sure. Good luck lasting the whole night cuz he’s gonna fuck you good and slow all night long.

Quickie (thoughts on quickies)

He would 100% be down for a quicky. He’ll slip away to the bathroom with you anytime and rock your world as quickly as possible. Would come back so causally too. No one would know what you guys had been doing just seconds ago when you return to the rest of the group until they saw your dazed face.

Risk (how risky)

Johnny figures the members all already know what you guys have been up to, so he’s not afraid to slip away with you even when the boys are just a room over. If someone walks in he won’t be ashamed at all. Will yell at them to get out of course, but he’s not that embarrassed.

Stamina (how long + how many rounds)

Lasts too long for your own good. He’ll keep asking you to go another round until you have to beg him to stop because you just can’t take it anymore. Would fuck you all day long if he could.

Toys (own or use any)

I can see him using vibrators on you for sure. He loves to pleasure you and he loves to control your orgasms, and a toy would just make it that much easier. He knows he’s good in bed too, so he doesn’t feel undignified using toys at all.

Unfair (how much teasing)

Makes fun of you all the time for being in heat. If you start dry humping him or even straight up tell him you’re horny, he would definitely tease you for it before giving in. The type to make you beg for things and tell you to “use your words”.

Volume (volume during sex)

Grunts a lot if he’s fucking you and sighs in pleasure when you’re jerking/sucking him off. Usually lets you do all the moaning though and tends to talk to you a lot during sex.

Wild card

If you have a dick:

Once requested you let him ride you instead for a change. He was still topping you and taking the lead of course, but he rode the shit out of you. Had both of your eyes rolling back in your heads. You clawed at his back the whole time as he rode you at an animalistic pace. Wore the scratches on his back proudly the next day as you and the neos went swimming at the beach.

If you get periods:

He read up on periods just for you because he knew you get awful cramps every month. He found an article that said orgasms can help relieve the pain, and he convinced you to try. You were a little shy at first because you knew you’d be getting blood all over his torso and his member, but he assured you he didn’t mind at all. You guys found out that day that the article was definitely correct. Whether it be the pain relief or just the distraction, you definitely felt better than usual that day.

X-ray (length, girth, curve)

Big. dick. energy. Do I even need to say more? He’s definitely above average in both girth and length. From his height to his energy, all signs point to B I G D I C K.

Yearning (sex drive/ hornieness)

If he wasn’t so busy you guys could honestly have sex everyday. He has self control of course and doesn’t spend all his time being horny. But if you ever want him to fuck you…he’s there.

Zzz (how fast to fall asleep after)

He doesn’t get that tired even after a long night. If you want him to stay up with you and talk or watch something he’ll be so down. But if you want to sleep, he’ll sing you to sleep, stroke your hair, tell a story, or do whatever you might need to lull yourself to sleep. Probably won’t fall asleep for a while after you, but he doesn’t mind at all.

[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS MK1 | "𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋" - 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 + 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐊 

TW: afab anatomy, v!sex, blowjob, handjob, anal sex, aggressive sex, himbo/bimbo reader, praise, degradation, ftm reader, objectification, dumbification, rec!sex.

JOHNNY CAGE, KENSHI, LIU KANG, SHANG TSUNG, RAIN.

He'll beg you to give him a handjob, with your new nails, which he bought himself. He loves to spoil you - he pays everything for you, like a man in need of attention and love who will do everything to make you as beautiful as possible just to fuck you and make him his own, showing you off like a damn luxury doll.

"-I love your small, soft hands on my dick baby boy." He would moan between cuts, while you smeared your hands with his cum, teasing him even more, massaging the fat, shiny head of his dick, he feels so squeamish when you deny him an orgasm - he even promises to buy you everything you want, just to feel your hands or beautiful mouth on his pulsing member.

"-Hmmph- I'll do it all baby- just be daddy's handsome himbo and make me cum- oh yes yes! Just like that, such a handsome boy- I'll buy whatever you want fuuck!-"

But when he takes control again, he destroys you, fucking you mercilessly over and over again, without any protection on his shaft - which was already totally dirty from him having cum once or twice inside your holes - you could feel his cum running down between your ass cheeks, and he would take the opportunity to fuck your second hole too, alternating his cock between your cunt and ass, forcing your legs to open and thrust into you with even more force than before, until you were overstimulated and crying, begging and babbling about him stopping... But he wouldn't.

"-I could never resist stuffing my perfect little toy."

RAIDEN, BI HAN, HAVIK, REIKO, SHAO KHAN.

He would fuck you everywhere he could, lifting you into his strong arms, ripping off your wet panties, slapping your ass hard and lifting the thin fabric of the mini skirt you were wearing - just to tease him - he loves it when you play dirty with him, just to get him to fuck you until you're leaking with his cum through your pussy.

"-That's what you wanted, wasn't it, pretty boy? Just to be fucked by my dick and become even dumber?" He growled as he shoved his thick length into your cunt, making you arch your back and buck up even more for him.

"-This is how a little thing like you needs to be fucked, this is what you deserve for being such a tease..." His balls hit your clit, while your thighs trembled from the intensity of the violent jerk, he just wants to make sure that you be a fucking, crying mess when he's completely done with you - he'll also fuck you in front of any minimally mirrored surface, showing you how beautiful you look with his dick directly dipped in your pussy, you could see your makeup starting becoming blurred by the tears of pleasure that fell as his dick hit your core tirelessly.

"-Look at yourself my little whore, you're just a pretty boy with a cute pussy- oh fuck I really am lucky to have such a good slut like you." He held your hair tightly, as he once again emptied his hot seed into your wetness, making you tremble and moan his name uncontrollably. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck as his fingers traced lazy circles around your swollen clit.

"-I bet you're already wet again, let's just see how much you can cum today."

TOMAS VRBADA, KUAI LIANG, SYZOTH, GERAS.

He loves looking at your pretty face, especially if you're on your knees worshiping his dick on your glossy lips, he loves the warm feeling of your tongue passing over his every sensitive beam, focusing only on the fat tears that flow from your eyes as he you struggled to get his entire length down your throat.

"-Come on boy doll, just be a good boy and swallow my dick..." He moaned hoarsely, holding your head with both hands, his balls hit your chin repeatedly, dirtying you both, you moaned needily against his dick, he knew how much you wanted to cum, how much you needed his cock inside you, but he wanted to first fuck you until you couldn’t scream anymore.

"-You take everything so well, taking me like a good boy." He slaps your face with his throbbing cock, wet with your saliva, watching you beg for more, beg to be fucked even harder by him.

"-You liked that, didn't you, baby? You love it when I take control... You're such a perfect prince for me, fuck I can't wait to see how tight you are after that blowjob." He grabbed you roughly, opening your thighs under the hardest surface he could see, your pussy was looking for contact, the shiny and sensitive flesh just from having sucked his dick made him lose complete control.

"-Beg me to fuck you like the pathetic bitch you are." He'll record every reaction you make with his dick inside you, showering you with dirty praise as you enjoy yourself on top of his dick, with your thighs shaking and your body slowly going out of control.

"-Look at the camera dear boy, me let me see your pretty face while you cum like a dirty slut-"

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[iliketangerines]

HII ILY

do u think u could do johnny cage x ftm reader with a voice kink ? like CONSTANTLY teasing them, making them beg etc. THANK YOU SM!!

perfect assistant

a/n: i want to be on a movie set so bad

pairing: johnny cage x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI) pussy eating, orgasm denial (brief)

you turn your face away from Johnny as he lowers his voice when he looks at his co-actor, turning it into that little growl you like

you still hold his coffee in your hands, so you can’t even hide your face in your hands and only press your fingers against your lips as you watch

the director shouts cut, and they go up to clap Johnny on the back and lead him off the set as they give out their compliments to the actor/director

Johnny immediately jogs over to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder and asking if you liked that scene, and you shove the coffee cup into his face

he just laughs and takes the iced coffee from your hands and sips on it before leading you back to his trailer for a quick break before the next movie shot

you walk in and sit down on the couch, crossing your legs and your arms as you stare at him with a warm face and scowl on your face

he closes the door behind him, locking it, and he goes to you, leaning down and placing his arms next to you, effectively trapping you between them

he teases you, saying that he knows that you loved it, and you just scowl even deeper, turning your head away for dramatic effect

but he just turns your chin back to face him with a single finger and lowers his voice to a husky growl and tells you to be good for him

dropping to his knees, Johnny holds onto your thighs and spreads them apart, and you provide no resistance and close your eyes

he nuzzles against your thigh, begging you to open your eyes for him, pretty please, his voice a high whiney pitch, and you just can’t resist him

you open your eyes and look to him, and he beams up a you, kissing the inside of your pant bottoms and giving you a little thank you

somehow your face grows warmer, and you keep your arms crossed as he pulls at the waistband of your pants

sighing you lift your hips and allow him to slip off your bottoms, kissing down the length of your legs as he does so, and he comes back up to nip at the juncture of your legs

he just does that for a moment, kissing your skin and nipping his marks into it, and you press your lips together and refuse to make a sound

smiling up at you with that cocky smirk of his, he asks you please, just let him have a little treat for all his troubles

you let out a hmph, and turn your head away slightly but keep your eyes on him

Johnny licks his lips, pressing his mouth to your folds and grinding his nose into your clit, and you purse your lips even tighter

he just mouths at your cunt, lazily grinding into your clit and lapping at you with slow slow licks of his tongue

it’s slow and torturous, and finally you break and let out a small whimper

he chuckles against your cunt, saying that there you are, his pretty little assistant, and he finally pressing his tongue firm and hard into your clit

pleasure warms you from the inside, and a whine leaves your throat and fills the small trailer as he makes-out with your pussy

he’s relentless, humming and sucking on your clit, fingers kneading at the meat of your thighs, and Johnny smiles up at your as you close your eyes and let out a whine

the pleasure builds up in you, and your hips start to grind into his mouth as you look for your pleasure

your fingers card in his hair, pulling softly at the locks, and he moans at the feeling as he doubles his efforts with his tongue

just as you hurtle over the edge, he stops, pulling away completely and listening to you gasp and whine in frustration at your failed orgasm

he leans his cheek on your thigh and tells you to beg, beg for him to make you cum, he can wait all day for this

you drop your jaw in anger and squirm, pulling at his head to try and bring him in closer, but he doesn’t even budge, just kissing at your thigh with a teasing smirk

pressing your lips together, you let out a little please, and he just smiles and asks for what

your face warms, and you grow hot as you say that please, you want him to make you cum, barely louder than a whisper

Johnny hums and asks what, tilting his ear toward you, and you whine and buck your hips toward him

but he doesn’t budge at all, and you glare at him and growl out that you want him to make you cum right now

Johnny laughs and says as you wish, tongue pressing against your clit firmly, and his fingers move from your thigh to slide them into you

he curls his fingers, easily finding your sweet spot and massaging it to make you squirm and whine his name in your seat

his lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it hard as he stares up at you with those beautiful eyes of his, and his fingers are relentless

pleasure builds in your stomach, fraying your nerves and overloading them with too much, and you tug at his hair and move your hips against his face

crying out his name, your pussy clenches around his fingers, and you cum with a loud moan of his name, panting into the air

he lets your ride out your high on his fingers as you close your eyes and open your mouth for a silent moan

as your orgasm dies, you look down at him through hazy vision, and he stands up on his knees to give you kiss

you oblige in him and lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue

pulling back, he cradles your face in his hands, and he says that you’re so lovely for him, all perfect and sweet

you laugh and press another quick kiss to him before waving off the fogginess and checking your phone for your timer

you tell him he has to get back on set soon, and he rolls his eyes, mumbling that you really were the perfect assistant

[chadchady]

Yknow, if there’s anyone to blame for this it’s Embry ( @embry-garrick ), not me, he suggested it. Pulled out my big boy words for this

Alpha Gaz, Soap, M!reader. TRANS Omega ghost

CW: double penetration, P in V x 2, omegaverse, trans Simon FTM, dabble short shitty

3.5k characters

600 words

It's been an incredibly challenging week for Simon. He has been buried in paperwork for hours on end, battling a dreadful cold, and experiencing that all-too-familiar sensation of unbearable warmth spreading over his skin, leaving him constantly drenched in sweat. When Simon woke up on Saturday morning, it came as no surprise to him that his thighs were slick and his underwear was completely soaked.

He knew his heat had been creeping up for a while now, though he never anticipated its arrival. Forcing himself out of bed, he sluggishly walked over to the bathroom, catching a glimpse of his disheveled appearance in the mirror. Ew. That’s unappealing. Hell if he cared, which he didn’t. He couldn’t just skip work cause of some measly desperation. So back to his office… his confined space… basically prison with the heat of his own body, the slicked boxers making sitting uncomfortable and the scent of his alpha teammates walking past.

The situation went from bad to worse when his teammates, Kyle, Johnny, and you, all alphas who could probably smell his arousal from three miles away, entered his office in search of him.

"Is there something wrong, Ghost?" Gaz inquires with concern, casting a worried glance at the disheveled and perspiring figure of their lieutenant. Despite his apparent distress, Soap wears a small, knowing grin on his face.

“Nope…” he grumbles, obviously lying for results to be in his favor. He suppresses a whine growing in his throat, inconspicuously rubbing his thighs together in desperation, a need for relief overcoming any sense of decency. Hopefully nobody has noticed the quiet crinkling of his uniformed pants.

“Come on Si, we’re not that oblivious, just tell us what’s wrong? We can surely help” Soap smiles, he knows, everybody knows, Simon knows he’s leaving a potent smell everywhere he’s walked all morning. A collective chuckle from the three men snaps Simon out of his thoughts. He realizes why when he hears himself.

Hghnnn mmmm- he stops himself

He was fucking moaning and whimpering and grinding against his own office chair. He’d gone and extra exposed his heat and desperation to his teammates. His cheeks grew red and hot fast, more from embarrassment than knowing he just got slicker at the thought of those Alphas knowing…

Getting lost in his thoughts once more and getting interrupted again. His swiveled chair had been moved from behind his desk to infront. His eyes meeting the hungry gazes of those animals, he follows their gaze down, seeing that he’d leaked so much slick there was a damn stain on his pants…

(Idk how to write sex erm, this quite predicament)

“Ghost, you don’t seem okay to me” you chuckle, half teasing, half concerned and maybe a little aroused. It wasn’t your first time seeing Simon like this. You were his go to during heats, and he was yours during your ruts. Despite your own teasing, you felt a burning desire in your stomach. And with a quick glance over at your accomplices whose pants have seemed to miraculously tightened.

Simon didn’t know how fast it happened, his mind had been dazed, a fog of desperation stopping all coherent thoughts from forming. Somehow, someway, he’d agreed to take all three of them. And he didn’t realize until he was laying down on his bed. One of his mates behind him, one under him and one In front. Through his daze, he could hear Kyle and Johnny fighting over his sopping wet hole…

As a running theme here, his thoughts interrupted again by an involuntary cry out as both Kyle and Johnny slip into his hole and your cock hanging above his face, slipping into his mouth whenever he moaned…

ERMMMMM I DONT WANNA FINISH IT! SO J WONT

Also for those who don’t know, I was recently in a car crash that affected my health. Not too badly but enough to discourage me from doing a lot of stuff. I’ve been getting better, I have so many drafts I will be finishing. I apologize for my inactivity and lack of posts.

[ohbo-ohno]

Hi, I love your writing so so so so so much and it's like my goal in life to get as good as writing as you, but I was just wanting to ask if you would write a ghoap puppy play drabble but with a ftm reader, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable but I actually can't find any puppy play stuff with a ftm reader in it and I would literally worship the ground you walk on if you did (if you don't feel comfortable doing this please don't)

yknow i dont take requests but you're actually the sweetest person alive (and i want to write puppy play rn) so sure!!! tysm for such kind words <3 (also your goal should be to get 10x better than me but i love you anyway)

1.8k of ghoap x ftm!reader with puppy play :) words used for reader's genitalia are cunt, hole, and cock (also reader is called pretty once)

It's a struggle not to beg, but you're a good boy. You stay still on your knees, paws resting on the wood below you, and you focus all of your attention on staying good.

Johnny's not good. Johnny's never a good boy, and usually that's a blessing for you, but right now it's a curse.

A whine slips from your lips, unintentional but loud. You lick your lips, swallow, and try to settle. Still, you've drawn Ghost's attention.

His hand stills in the air and he cocks an eyebrow. "Need somethin', pup?"

You lick your lips beneath the wire muzzle, shake your head. You don't need anything, you only want his hands on you. Simon's the only one who decides what you want.

He lands another smack against Johnny's bared ass, and the other pup wriggles on his lap, eyes screwed up - in pain or pleasure, you can't tell.

"Look'it him," Ghost rumbles, grabbing Johnny by the mohawk and forcing him to look at where you're knelt several feet away. "He's gotta wait for his turn because you can't remember how to be good. That seem fair?" He shakes Johnny's head for him, and you catch him smirk when Johnny whines. "You'd be barkin' and howlin' like I'd fuckin' shot you if your positions were reversed, but he's sitting there, nice and pretty."

You shift on your knees, padded hands tapping the floor in an effort to expel any of your energy. You pant with your mouth wide open, keep your eyes locked on Ghost, trying to ignore the clenching of your hole on nothing but air.

"Poor puppy," Ghost coos, voice edging into that part-affectionate part-condescending tone that makes you drip. "Having to watch me punish Johnny, when you should be getting all my attention. Is not fair, is it?"

That's a trick question, you know it. Anything Simon decides is fair, that's how this works, and you know intuitively that there's no right answer.

You whine, then yip, leaning forward a bit.

He laughs, letting go of Johnny's head and delivering another blow, this one making Johnny wail from behind his own muzzle.

"Little longer, pup," Ghost calls over Johnny's cries, every smack nearly as loud. "Just keep bein' good for me."

You can't help your noises as you watch Johnny's punishment, but you don't move. Your hips rock against the air, but you don't try and push your paws against your cock, don't try and get yourself off without permission.

You're good, you're a good boy. Ghost said so.

You try to keep your breathing even, try to keep yourself away from that cliff-edge of desperation that can get you in trouble, but it's almost impossible with the show you're watching

Johnny's face is red, streaked with tears as he takes his punishment. His thighs and ass are the same shade of red, and the cock hanging between Ghost's spread knees matches too. He's kept hard by the black cock ring at his base, but you know he doesn't need it. His feet kick and push at the couch cushions to no avail, his mitted hands punching and pushing at the arm of the couch.

He's more muted than you, his muzzle a thick leather instead of wire, but you can still hear the way he cries. Johnny's always been loud, and he's not shy about voicing his displeasure.

Eventually, Simon begins to slow his strokes, the sound of his slaps becoming quieter and the time between each one lengthening. Johnny's cries quiet to sniffles, and you shift forward even more, knowing what's coming.

You just barely manage to hold back a whine.

"See?" Ghost rumbles, stroking up and down Johnny's sweat-slick back. "You're alright, hush now. You bring it on yourself, Johnny. Wouldn't need a punishment if you could behave more than five minutes."

His eyes shift up to yours, and you can't bite back the whine this time. Ghost smiles at you as he shifts Johnny from his lap to the floor.

"Nothing like you, huh pup?" He raises a hand, motions you forward, and you're quick to crawl to him. You shove your head into his hand, melting into the scratches through your hair. Soap stays hunched on the floor next to you, head resting on Ghost's knee as he catches your breath.

"Yeah, you're my well-behaved puppy. Nothing like the mutt, hm?" You lean further into his hand, smiling when he chuckles and gives you the pets you desperately want. "My well trained pure-bred, hm? Maybe I should enter you in shows, let everyone see how perfect you are."

Johnny whines from next to you, digging his face further into Ghost's knee. Simon scoffs, but pets him too.

"Nah, couldn't do that with you, mutt. You'd embarrass me just for the punishment." His words are mean but Ghost's tone is soft, and Johnny's eyes nearly roll back in his head at the soft scratches to his scalp. "But you'd be jealous if he got all the attention, wouldn't you?" Ghost sighs, then uses his hands to push the both of you in so your muzzled cheeks are pressed together. "Guess I'll have to keep you all for myself."

Despite your own arousal, it's not too difficult for you to sit and wait while Ghost coaxes Johnny out of his punishment-headspace. It's nice to float in the softness, so rare with the three of you, and you're content with Ghost's hand on your head.

Eventually, he moves away.

"Alright, you want your treat, pup?"

You blink hazy eyes open, shifting to try and follow his hand with a whine. He smiles at you, and grabs you by the nape of the neck to guide you more fully between his legs.

"C'mon, don't you want a reward for bein' a good boy? I think Johnny deserves one too, for takin' his punishment so well."

Soap is quicker to perk up than you, quickly crawling so he's behind you. Realizing what's going on, you sit up more fully on your knees and brace your paws on Ghost's thighs, looking up at him and smiling.

"Pretty thing," he coos. "Don't worry, you'll get to come. Johnny." He snaps, the sound loud right next to your ear. "Go on. Mount him."

Johnny doesn't have the self-control to give you time to adjust, or to go slowly. One minute you're empty and aching, the next you're stuffed to the brim and stretched wide around Johnny's cock.

You both moan, and you feel the leather of his muzzle bump against your naked shoulder. You melt into the space between Ghost's thighs, eye-level with his cock tugged out of his pants as Johnny fucks you without giving you any time to adjust.

You whine loudly, eyes screwing shut at the near painful drag of his cock in and out of your hole. It's good to be filled, satisfying an ache that you've been fighting for what feels like hours, but your body can't help but fight the intrusion, pushing you further up on your knees and making you look up at Ghost for comfort.

He only smirks and pets a hand through your hair as Johnny snarls at your attempt to get away, paws landing on your shoulders and pushing you down into his ruthless thrusts. He snarls at your yelp, wide even behind the muzzle.

"You're alright," Ghost says, hand guiding your head to rest on his inner thighs. "We both know you like it rough, pup, be a good boy and let Johnny give you what you need."

He's right, Ghost is always right, and it doesn't take long for the sharp stretch to turn to pleasure, for the heavy drag of Johnny's cock in and out of you to leave you moaning instead of whining.

You pant with an open mouth, tongue lolling out to rest on your tongue as you try and breathe through the fucking, brain scrambled. Johnny's just as loud behind you, snarls and grunts and moans slipping through the leather as he bullies himself inside of you.

"There ya go, good boy," Ghost rumbles, giving you a solid pat. "Both of you, my two good boys. You're fuckin' him so good, Johnny, giving him such a good treat."

You work your hips against Johnny, pushing back in search for more pleasure, and whine high in your throat when it's still not enough.

"Y'need more, puppy?" Ghost asks, and you nod yes as vigorously as you can with your whole body being rocked in place.

"Here," he grunts as he shifts, moving one leg between your thighs and pressing his boot against your cock. You melt at the sensation, shoving yourself up and grinding against the strings. Your cries are almost deafening as Johnny's thrusts don't falter, the combination of stimulation heavenly.

"Go on, get yourself off. You've earned it."

You don't last long after that. You work your hips against his boot, the texture rough but perfect against your slick and swollen cock, sensitive hole still pounded mercilessly by Johnny. You feel insane with pleasure, eyes rolled back in your head and drool slipping endlessly down your chin as you let yourself drown in in.

You clench hard around Johnny when you finally come, cunt clenching him and milking him for all he's worth. He howls from behind his muzzle, pressing his face along your neck. You know if his mouth was free he'd be marking you, sucking bruises into your skin and covering you in his spit. You almost whine at the lack of it.

But you're far too drenched in your own euphoria to miss anything, really, your only focus on pushing yourself to higher heights of pleasure.

You float down, eventually, but you're immediately thrown into overstimulation as Johnny's pace continues exactly as it was. He continues to pound into your mercilessly, the sound of your slick shameful in the quiet room.

You paw in a panic at Ghost's thighs, looking up at him with wide eyes as you press closer to try and get away from the cock rearranging your insides. He only smirks and presses his boot up, the pressure against your cock so soon after an orgasm absolute torture.

"Let Johnny have his treat now," he scolds lightly, giving you a slight tap to your cheek that has you trying to nuzzle yourself into the crease between his thighs and hip. "Maybe he'll manage to get off, even with that pretty ring on his cock. Let's let him try, hm?"

You look up at him with vision blurred by tears, whining as you balance the sharp edge of pleasure-pain from Johnny's minstrations.

Ghost only smirks, petting you again. "Hang tight, pup. Be a good boy for me, let our other boy have his fun."

You whine, and bury your face next to his cock, trying to breathe evenly as Johnny only drives himself more and more insane inside your cunt.