#johnson reprisal x reader

[how-serene]

Do You Need The Sandman?

Pairing - Johnson (Reprisal) x Fem!Reader

Summary - It's midnight and all Johnson wants is to hear your pretty voice on the other end of the line.

Word count - 497

Warnings - smoking, so many uses of pet names, yearning, Johnson being slightly horny for you

A/N - Love how I'm literally only writing for Johnson so far. Inspired by the song Evangeline by Stephen Sanchez.

Johnson took a long drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke coat his tongue. In his other hand he held a sleek black phone that was connected to a barely kept together phone booth. A stream of live band music spilled into the streets whenever someone walked inside the bar, reminding him he wasn’t alone. 

Pick up, baby.

He cradled the phone to his ear, holding onto it as if the device might disappear in his hands. Maybe you were asleep, or simply weren’t home-

“H-Hello?” your sweet voice came through the receiver, stalling his thoughts. A strange sense of relief washed over him. 

“It’s me, angel.” he said, plucking the cigarette from his lips. He could hear you shuffling around, turning on the lamp beside your bed. 

“Well hello, lover boy.” you eventually said, giggling in his ear. His heart fluttered at the sound, as he firmly pressed the phone against his cheek. The time on his watch read 12 a.m.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he apologized, flicking the cigarette. “Just wanted to hear your voice.” 

His stomach twisted at your silence, tugging at the phone cord as some mease distraction as he waited. 

You sighed into the phone, “It’s fine, I wasn't getting much sleep.” You fell silent again, weighing something in your mind. 

“Too busy thinking about you anyway.” 

He perked up, snuffing out his cigarette as he propped his arm up on the phone stand. People continued to filter in and out through the bar door, drunkenly making their way past him without another thought. 

“Been thinkin about you too, angel face.” he confessed, his voice nearly a whisper. He could picture you lying there right now, phone held up to your ear, hand grasping onto it like a lifeline. The mattress hugging the curves of your body, the sky blue nightie you adored rising up over your stomach whenever you moved around. Your own hands running down the sides of your soft body, teasing him over the phone. 

“Been thinking about you a whole lot,” he muttered, the sight of you in his mind vanishing. You giggled again, amused. He closed his eyes, greedily drinking in the sound. 

“I’m curious to know just how much I’ve been on your mind, Johnson.” 

Your sugary voice was almost mocking, causing his heart to wince. 

He glanced back at the bar door, contemplating. The minutes ticked away on his watch, yet it felt as if time didn’t move at all. The sight of you appeared in his mind again, all blue and all soft. 

“Stay awake for me, doll.” 

You hummed, “Will do, doe eyes.” before promptly hanging up. 

He hung the phone back up, flicking his cigarette on the ground. The warm night air brushed against the nape of his neck. He began walking, the mere thought of you in his mind pulling his body toward your presence. 

Behind him, the lively sound of bar music and laughter filled the parking lot.

So, don't go to sleep, don't rest your head I'll be the pillow, and I'll be the bed Holding your dreams as you lie to rest

[06stryker]

pov : you’re on a date with johnson

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Possibility of a Johnson thing with a plushy reader based on the song Crush by Cigarettes After Sex?

Feel Your Love Crush - Johnson/Reader

Warnings: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader, the reader has self-esteem issues but they're overcome, oral sex, brief fingering as prep, sex.

Wordcount: 3436

Summary: He was always surrounded by the most beautiful people you'd ever seen, so what made him look only at you whenever you were with him? You couldn't figure it out, but thanks to him you were beginning to.

Notes: I can't believe I'm 22 requests in and this is my first Johnson, how is that even possible OTL but aside from that and the Lester sequel, all of my old queue is now finished! When I saw this one I actually gasped, since I myself am plushy 👉👈😖 so while writing I kinda ended up doing it for myself, channeled my own insecurities in there, I hope that's okay! It still ends up cute, I just wouldn't be able to believe it if Johnson asked me out on a date when I'm me heh

Once again, you were thankful for the chill of the night as the southern heat died down for the day, a golden ticket in your hand as you waited in line behind the other eager patrons of the Bang-a-Rang. Johnson had told you to just come around the back, someone would let you in if you'd just mentioned his name, but you didn't feel like you were there yet, the constant worry that someone else would come along and steal him away always on your mind. It returned again as you were allowed inside, the beautiful dancers around you drawing the gaze and keeping it hostage until the money flew, but you had just one man in your sights again tonight, the back of his head just visible over the crowd as he headed for a table.

His friends were there, the ones he worked with and were rarely without, but he'd leave them for you again the moment he saw you, he always did. His back was still to you as you approached his booth, the blonde one, Matty, noticing you first and giving him a nudge and a smirk. He turned in his seat to see what had him smiling so wide, his eyes shining in the neons the moment he saw that it was you. He grabbed his drink and stood, his jacket slung over his shoulder as he left them as always, but you didn't feel like going out this time as you placed a hand on his shoulder, not after that week's ticket had cut into your grocery money.

‘Can we stay? I just got here,’ you murmured, not wanting to make him choose but also not wanting to waste all that money so soon. He was fine with it though, again he always was when it came to you, and the others made room as you sat down with them for a drink. You didn't talk much, just like him, the other two doing all the talking for you as the music blared on and the dancers kept drawing gazes, and when a particularly pretty one with red hair and an untamable smile came over to try and rile up Matty you couldn't help but feel that familiar comparison to everyone around you arise once more without fail. 

She was beautiful, she was lively, she was thin and fit and looked so pretty in her outfit, and the moment Matty finally sent her away with a, ‘Don't you have something better to be doing tonight?’ you felt Johnson lean in to whisper in your ear.

‘She's like a sister to us, you don't gotta worry about her,’ he reassured you with a smile, and while you tried to take comfort in that, you still couldn't help but notice that his friends were also beautiful and lively and thin, your thicker legs pressing together so you wouldn't take up too much space at your end of the bench. As if reading your mind, he motioned for Matty to lean over before whispering something in his ear, the blonde giving him a quick nod as Johnson then nudged you to stand. You did, fearing that maybe he'd caught on that you didn't fit in around here at last, but instead of telling you to go he instead led you to a nearby door.

It led to his bedroom, two king beds, three dressers, two nightstands complete with matching lamps, one small table, and three comfy chairs filling the room, a bathroom to your left cutting into the room and just barely obscuring the mess of clothes that were gathered on the floor in the remaining space on the other side of the wall.

‘Ignore that,’ he chuckled casually when he caught you staring, and you did the moment your eyes caught something else; it was the dresser by the door, one third of it a gather-all for their junk and empty bottles, the other two thirds housing a row of old books, while the wall above was decorated with photos. They were all pinned directly to the wall, only a couple having frames, and when you moved closer you saw that they were all of you.

You during your various drives with him, you when he brought you to his favourite shops, you that day by the river when you'd felt brave enough to not only swim but ditch the clothes you wore overtop of your suit; he'd said you'd looked amazing as he'd snapped the photo, but the camera was so old you'd honestly just thought he used it as a joke the entire time, because who'd ever want any pictures of you when they were surrounded by people like this?

‘I keep every one,’ he told you as he slotted himself against your back, his arms coming around you and making your plush tummy feel warm under his palms. ‘Ethan got the camera for himself, but I keep borrowing it whenever I know you're comin’ around.’

‘Why would you want these?’ You didn't mean to ask it, to question his tastes, but he didn't take offense at your words at all, just chuckled in your ear as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head.

‘Because you're the loveliest one of them all.’

Your breath caught in your throat as he spun you around to kiss you for the first time, your heart beating faster at his confession; you'd been seeing him for a few months now, he'd been the one to spot you in town and ask you out for drinks to your complete and total surprise, but you hadn't actually believed that this was real until now. He'd always seemed genuine in his friendship with you, and Matty and Ethan never once made jokes about how different you were, but it wasn't until he gave a gentle tug to your pants that you knew he actually wanted you as much as you wanted him. You let him lead the way to the nearest bed, it must’ve been his as he nodded for you to sit down, get comfy against the pillows, their softness luring you in and letting you sink in as you looked up at him in a new light.

‘They won't bother us, Matty's gunna bring Ethan up the river for tonight,’ he told you as he started to strip, the sight of him shedding layer after layer making the room feel much warmer than it actually was. 

‘And you really want-?’ you asked nervously, the way your thighs then rubbed together making him stare as he crawled onto the bed in front of you. 

‘Just as much as you want me, I’d like to think,’ he confirmed, a knee coming between yours to part your legs, ‘unless you don't want this?’

‘I do,’ you were quick to say, Johnson chuckling at how honest you were once you stopped trying to convince yourself you weren't good enough for him, a hand cupping your cheek when your face then turned red over your eagerness.

‘You gunna trust me when I say I've fallen for you, then?’ he asked softly, your throat tightening as you gave him a small nod. ‘Good, cause I've been dyin’ to get my hands on you ever since you walked in.’ He kissed you again as he straddled you, his taller form boxing you in against his pillows, and you helped him start to strip you as the music went on outside. You wore a bit less than usual to combat the heat of the wait, and it seemed like he enjoyed what you'd chosen as he hummed to himself, kissing each new part if you that was revealed. 

You had to help him tug your pants down your hips, your cheeks flushing again when it proved to be a bit difficult, but he just smirked and yanked them free in one quick movement, your body jolting down with the movement and making the both of you laugh at how strong he was. It was just what you needed to not only feel more comfortable with baring yourself to him, but to set the mood as well as he ran his hands up your thighs until he settled on your hips. 

‘So soft, I'm gunna love holding you,’ he growled lowly, his desire for you making it harder to keep your own hands at bay as he rocked his hips forward just once. ‘You looked so good that day by the river, I wanted to push you in, tear that suit off…’

‘Johnson,’ you moaned, unable to keep yourself from imagining it, knowing full well that you hadn't been able to help yourself after seeing him sweating in the sun in just an undershirt, his jacket and button up left in the car.

‘So many nights I pictured myself between these thighs, wanted to know how it felt when you held me in place, I'm so glad you said yes to that drink.’ He was confessing everything to you now that he could, more talkative than you'd ever seen him so you knew just how much he felt for you, the sound of his rarely used voice only making you want to hear more. ‘Lay back, I can't wait any longer…’

You shifted down with his help, his mouth finding your thighs as promised as he tugged at the waistband of your underwear, his hands everywhere the moment he freed you of them as well. You made sure to give him space, spreading wide the further he traveled until you were squeezing on instinct, the pleasure of his mouth on you making you gasp and clutch his head. 

He didn't complain, only groaning against you as he wordlessly urged you to do more, want more from him, and you rolled your hips as he pressed light bruises into your skin. He worshiped you until he was satisfied, his eyes dark as he forced himself to stop before you came, because there was more he wanted, and you wanted it as well as you gently took him by the chin and guided him back to your mouth. 

‘I'm not letting you go home tonight,’ he whispered as you undid his belt, his need to be with you now very apparent as he rocked against your waist. ‘I wanna fuck you slow, love.’

‘Please…’ You'd never wanted anything more in your life, your mouth going dry as he took himself out and started to stroke. It looked like it pained him to have to part with you now that he had you on his bed, but it was a necessity as he got up and went to the nightstand next to the other bed instead of to his own. He pulled open the drawer, quickly shifting around until he found what he was looking for, and when he kneeled down next to you, his pants now on the floor, you swallowed hard when you saw that it was a nearly empty bottle of lube.

‘How did-?’

‘Why d’you think there's only two beds?’ was all he had to say, your face going beet red as you then understood why the other two were so okay with you stealing their room for the night. Your thoughts about it were quickly pushed away when he then laid down next to you instead of straddling you again, the lube popped open and his eyes only on you as you turned to him in confusion. ‘Take them off for me,’ he didn't ask, his head nodding towards his boxers as he palmed himself, and you fit perfectly between his legs as you returned the favour. He was stroking himself again the moment the fabric left his hips, the lube already spreading over his length and making him let out the odd groan just at seeing you before him. ‘I want you to ride me, love.’

‘But… won't I be too heavy?’ There was that nervousness again, you didn't want to ruin this for him even though he was a grown man and could certainly handle you, and he made that very apparent as he reached forward, cupped your ass with a bite of his lip, and pulled you forward until you were completely seated in his lap.

‘I've wanted to see you like this for months, you gunna let a little thing like that get in the way of this?’ He didn't say it to be pushy in the face of his own needs, or to get you to continue even if you were uncomfortable, his words instead making you see that when he said he wanted you he truly meant all of you; while you were out there comparing yourself to the people in his life, he was only thinking of and looking at you, and suddenly you didn't feel so self-conscious as you gazed down at the man who wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

‘No,’ you said honestly, and he kissed you again as he started to finger you open for him. You grinded down on him, let him touch you without reserve as you did the same, your hands becoming acquainted with his strong arms, stronger chest, and the bit of softness around his own belly from all the drinking and diner foods. He arched against you until you could feel the muscle underneath, he could probably pick you up easily he was more than likely trying to get across, and you almost wished you had the courage to ask him to fuck you against the wall.

Maybe next time.

You whined at the loss when he was satisfied once again, although you didn't have to wait this time as he lined himself up to you, his silent plea for you to move showing in his eyes as you slowly sank down until you were seated on him again. You shivered as you adjusted to him, Johnson losing composure for just a moment as he brought you to his chest, his mouth sucking marks into your skin as his hands trailed southward over you until he found a comfortable place on your hips. 

He didn't ask you to move, just waited patiently for your strength to return, and you didn't want to keep him waiting any longer as you started to ride him. It was good, damn better than you'd dared to imagine on the nights where you were lonely and fantasized about what this could be like, none of them comparing as he helped you along when your legs already started to get tired.

‘Don't stop,’ you pleaded with him, and he gladly took over for you as you let out a broken moan and braced yourself against his chest. You both panted into each other's shoulders, desperate to be close after so long of being silent about it, the pictures on his section of wall once again catching you off guard as you realized you could see them pretty clearly from his bed. Just as you'd been thinking of him, you bit back a surprisingly lewd moan when you imagined him doing the same, staring up at you from afar as he got off-

‘Every time you'd go I'd come back here,’ he murmured against your skin, his eyes also on the wall as he got you to roll your hips along with him. ‘I'd put up a new picture, and I'd think about all the things I wanted to say and do to you when you were looking at everyone else.’

‘I was afraid, you're too good for me,’ you finally admitted, the stimulations from the slowness of your movements starting to make you keen.

‘Now I'm gunna be good to you.’ He got you to sit back so you were on full display for him, a bit of energy coming back to you as you ran your hand down your chest to your stomach before touching yourself. He loved the sight of you feeling so good, the way you clenched around him making him thrust up a little harder each time you sank down on him again, and when he went from mouthing the words to finally saying them you couldn't hold it in; you rode him in earnest, Johnson fucking you through that final stretch until you came, and even as he followed after you and you collapsed against his chest he didn't stop, his arms tight around you as he kissed you despite the need for air.

‘I love you,’ he repeated even though he’d said it so many times, but you could gladly hear it a hundred times more as you said them back to him. ‘Just a little more, don't want this to end,’ he breathed, and you let him go until he was satisfied for the third time, although this time you undeniably were too, if you did say so yourself.

‘I don't either.’ You laid your cheek against his chest, your thighs shaking from the effort as you let them rest, his hand rubbing up and down your back as your heart rate went back to normal. ‘...Why didn't you ever say anything? I mean, I did think you were joking at first when you asked me for that drink, but even when we kept hanging out you never told me.’

‘I thought me bringing you on all those dates was tell enough,’ he figured, and you had to admit that they were pretty date-y locations most of the time, since they were all personal to him and the others never tagged along, but you hadn't wanted to hope this tall, very handsome stranger was choosing you. ‘Matty did say I should suck it up and spit it out, his words,’ he chuckled, and you laughed as you tried to get off of him. ‘Where d’you think you're going? Already told you I'm not letting you go tonight.’

Your face flushed deep, you had thought that had been only his way of talking dirty to you in the moment, but you were starting to catch on that Johnson was just very open about what he wanted, there was no second guessing here. ‘I don't really like the idea of sleeping next to where your friends constantly have sex, especially not if I’m seeing them tomorrow morning,’ you confessed quietly, your eyes avoiding the bed like they were already there, and he chuckled deep from his chest as he kissed you quickly and helped you sit up. 

‘Then we'll go out, don't gotta hit the river til next month.’ You felt empty again as you parted, but his hands leading you to the bathroom to clean you up after your sudden but very much enjoyed activities helped you feel a little better. The shower was quick, Johnson washing you carefully and whispering everything he loved about you as he worked, washing away every insecurity that’d plagued you all your life. When you were done you almost ended up pressed into the tiled wall, like he really couldn’t keep his hands off of you now that he had you, you were his.

While getting redressed, you didn’t have much of a choice but to wear the same clothes from the floor, so you sat down and pulled your shirt back over your head as he pulled out a fresh shirt from his drawer. It was mesmerizing watching him dress just as much as it was to undress, every curve of his body drawing you in more than any Pinup ever could; you couldn’t believe that he was all yours, since when were you ever that lucky? You couldn’t be sure, but you were very certain that the sight of him looking down at you while he did up his pants and tucked in his undershirt was pretty equal to winning the lottery.

‘Where do you want to go? If they’ve got the car for their own reasons, you can’t really take me for a ride tonight,’ you wondered as you stood, Johnson leaving his shirt unbuttoned as he sauntered over to you and pulled you close.

‘We could always take your car,’ he suggested with a small grin, the idea sounding wonderful as he grabbed his pack of smokes from his dresser and lit one up, ‘could grab a drink or two, go to your house this time.’

He tasted like nicotine as you went in for another kiss, the hand on your waist giving you a gentle squeeze as you pulled away and blew his stolen smoke out of the corner of your mouth. ‘That sounds like a perfect date.’

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

𝑬𝑩𝑰𝑬'𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

Hello, everyone!

First of all, before the list begins, I feel that I need to warn you that English isn't my first language, so might happen you find some writing/grammar mistakes, I also don't have a beta reader, again I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Most, if not all my fanfictions are 'x ofc/c', however, I write them as reader fics. That means that the only differences from a 'x reader' fic is that the character will have a name and the narration will be in the third person. But no details about the embodiment of the character will be given, with a few exceptions in a couple stories, but I'll be warning in the notes and warnings of the piece when that happens.

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Update: ALL my fanfictions are on indeterminate hiatos. But, I'm not abandoning them, I promise 😘

Update #2: Some changes in the Masterlist, I'm reorganizing the whole thing to get a better view of what I'll be doing, hopefully I'll be able to post something soon.

𝔖𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔤 𝔇𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝔇𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔢

𝐉𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔩 𝔅𝔯𝔲̈𝔥𝔩

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐨 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐄𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑳𝒆𝒏𝒛 𝑴. 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏

𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓

𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒐 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐

𝔇𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔡 𝔇𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔞𝔫

𝐀𝐛𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 [𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐚-𝐃𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐧]

𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒅

ℌ𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯

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𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐡 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐊𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒚 𝑮. 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘

𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔰

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[godspeedviper]

Crash - Johnson x Pinup!Reader (+18)

𖤐 Kinktober Prompt: Car Sex

𖤐 Synopsis: Johnson convinces you to try out a wild fantasy

𖤐 Word Count: 451

𖤐 Rating: Explicit

𖤐 A/N: Inspired by Crash (1996) and by this infamous scene from Titane (2021). Also the car in question looks like this.

   She didn’t know how he managed to talk her into this but she was far too invested to back out now. She sat in the back row of his glossy black 1958 Cadillac series 62 convertible, arms wrapped tightly around the red seatbelt straps, helplessly whimpering as she tried to grind the protruding end of the dildo against the cherry red leather seats to stimulate her insides. His eyes remained fixated on the rearview mirror which reflected her anguished state. She wore a tight black corset, lined with pink tassels, which framed her assets just right. Strands of her perfectly coiffed hair now clung to the skin of her cheeks and sides of her neck as the air grew thick with lust. Her grip on the seatbelts tightens instinctively as the car’s hydraulics activate, throwing her back against the seat with vigor. The rear-view mirror afforded her a quick glance at him – his wicked smile is enough to electrify her spine while simultaneously cluing her in on his intentions. 

   Johnson spit the cigarette butt out through the window before tightening his grip on the steering wheel before activating the hydraulics again, causing the vehicle to drop back onto the pavement. He revved up the engine, watching through the rearview mirror as she begged him to hold the car still long enough for her to reach an orgasm. 

“Johnson! Oh Johnny baby please!” 

 He wordlessly acquiesced, the engine’s purr vibrating through their bodies, activating their erogenous zones and reminding them that underneath the flesh they were just as much machine as the car itself. Johnson watched closely as her pleasure mounted, choosing to start the car into a full gallop to throw her off, and prolong the moment. The three seemed to share a current of electricity as they raced through an empty parking lot towards their own finish. He swerved erratically through the neon lit concrete, splashing through puddles of leaked oil, water and booze. The whole time, Johnson’s eyes remained fixed on her reflection, watching every leap and bounce as he edged her closer to the edge of insanity through his manic maneuvers. Lust ultimately drove them directly into a slight ditch at the edge of the Bang A-Rang’s vast tarmac lot. Johnson pulled himself out from behind the deployed air bag, rolling onto the small patch of grass covered in scratches, bruises, and blood. She soon followed suit, sliding out of the rear passenger door and onto the moist earth alongside Johnson. 

  They lay there in the dirt trying to catch their breath. The three of them were left a complete wreck, but ultimately satisfied in their destruction, hissing and groaning in a symphony of pleasure, pain, and adrenaline. 

Ao3 || Kinktober List || Ko-FI

[embodyingchaos]

would you share general dating hcs for Johnson (ღ˘ω˘ღ) he is so special 2 me

❥ hi, sweetheart! i must give a heads up that i have only watched compilations of johnson on youtube because i do not have the streaming services to watch reprisal so i apologise if these hcs may be ooc!

dating johnson(reprisal) headcanons warnings: drinking, kissing, light implications of intercourse

okay, so, johnson's not that talkative, we all know this, so i’d imagine on dates he would just listen to you talk on and on about whatever you’re passionate about and he’d just watch with pure fondness and love in his eyes

he would take you on very simple dates (that probably involve alcohol cause that's like the only thing he eats), like for dinner or maybe a walk around the park, he just wants to be with you honestly

it wouldn’t matter if you guys were even in your apartment for your date, he’d be so happy just to spend time with you

he definitely does little things like, gives you a bouquet of flowers or ties your shoelaces and just takes care of you in general

you’d have to remind him to eat, THEN HE WOULD GET THE IDEA TO MAKE YOU SPOON FEED HIM AND YOU’D ROLL YOUR EYES AND SAY “okay, as long as you eat, you big baby” WHICH IS SO CUTE AAAAAA

when it comes to nicknames, he probably calls you pretty girl/boy, or princess/prince, OR OR ANGEL EHEHEHE

for pda i’d imagine he’s a bit shy at first but then after a while he doesn’t give a shit at all, you guys could be making out in public and matty and ethan are just next to you guys like “yes, this is normal” 

when things get rough for you, i feel like johnson wouldn’t really say anything but just give you hugs or get you whatever you needed because he HAS NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK TO SAY, emotionally awkward things

though, i’d feel like he’d have some sort of attachment issue because he’s fallen for a lot of people and they never ever felt the same towards him so he’s scared you’d fall out of love with him or that you’d leave him

this sort of makes him possessive, and jealous, especially if you’re a worker at one of the bang-a-rangs and he’d just literally SEETHE at the sight of other guys looking at you, admiring you

every time johnson would get into fights, you would totally lecture him a tiny bit and then tend to his wounds and remind him to take care of himself

he would try his best to keep you out of all the gang stuff, all the illegal shit he does because he doesn’t want you to get involved and get in trouble

when johnson’s gone for a long time, you guys would probably constantly text and check up on each other and when johnson comes back you guys would stay in bed for like the entire damn day, doing whatever

I WOULD LIKE TO WRITE SOMETHING NSFW but im a minor so i can’t BUT ALL I CAN SAY IS aftercare galore

and you would definitely constantly wear his button up shirts(cause he has so many of them like dear god) and it would make him feel so giddy inside, and he’ll just wrap you up with his arms and kiss you

he tells you how lucky he is to be with you every single goddamn day, he praises and appreciates you so much to the point you can predict every little affirmation he'd say to you

[indieboysarehot]

hiiiiii i’m still working on fics for the dastmalchian characters and the scream franchise the dc universe annnnnnd being human uk !!!! im obsessed with all of them ughhhhh

[jackdelroys]

hey yall, inbox is now open for requests as well as prompt requests!

[renhaswritersblock]

NSFW Alphabet Masterlist

NSFW Alphabet

David Dastmalchian characters:

Abner Krill: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Bob Taylor: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Coco: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Johnson: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Lonny: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Murdoc: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Watch Dogs characters:

Wrench: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Richard Malik: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Pascal characters:

Joel Miller: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Frankie Morales: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Miscellaneous:

Matty (reprisal): | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Corey Cunningham: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Laszlo Kreizler: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

(More to coming soon...)

[fxckin-polkadots]

Okay

This is kinda stupid, but

The dastmalchian boys dating a reader who is related to The Addams Family?

love this request so much it made me come back to tumblr

Abner: considering how often he’s around strange people, he doesn’t think much of you, or your family, though he is terrified of your younger sister Wednesday. He spends half of his time cowering behind you like some lost puppy when she’s in the room. However, when he first met your mother, Morticia, she took to him right away, caring for him and making sure he ate. When you asked why she just shrugged, guess she could see the look in his eyes

Kurt: oh. my. god. As soon as Kurt met Pugsley they were already making up schemes to blow stuff up. You even commented to Gomez that you think your boyfriend just got stolen. With kurts hacking background and Pugsley’s…well….love for explosives, you feel as if you have to babysit them, always making sure to give kurt the “don’t blow things up at dinner.” talk every time you were invited to a family gathering

Murdoc: it goes without saying that he fit right into the family, being an eccentric black wearing man himself, you actually believe he’s the reason that Wednesday learnt new creative ways to almost get you killed, though he’d never admit it.

Lonny: at first, he’s anxious to be around your family, specifically your house, he felt like his nervous nature wouldn’t vibe well with them, though they welcomed him in with open arms. anyone their kid loved was now part of this freaky family!

Thomas: He’s used to the joker, he’s probably not even anxious around them, he fits in quite well

Bob: it’s….Bob he will not go near ur family and if he does you ARE holding his hand, he does ask you if you’re a vampire because when he met your mother she gave off those vibes

Piter: he pretty much already looks like one of you, he offers to do your mothers eyelashes and you have to make sure he isn’t attempting to poison her, and when you all go out on the town? by god.

Johnson: it’s johnson, he doesn’t care who your family are, he loves you and that’s all that matters

[how-serene]

Tell Me You See Me

Pairing - Johnson (Reprisal) x Fem!Reader

Summary - It was mornings like these that kept him coming back to you.

Word count - 607

Warnings - Angst, unrequited love

A/N - Inspired by the song Be More by Stephen Sanchez.

Your body laid bare beneath him. The patterned coral dress you wore last night was left on the carpeted floor, forgotten. Outside, muffled voices could be heard out in the hallway of the hotel room. The cleaning lady was arguing with one of the guests again. 

Johnson grunted, feeling you shift in his arms. He blinked, his bleary eyes straining against the harsh sunlight that spilled through the open curtains. You sighed, eyes still closed as you nuzzled deeper into the pillow. 

He watched the swell of your breasts slowly rise up and down beneath the sheet. Your plush skin was soft against his rough hands, as he gently trailed his fingers down your arm. 

It was mornings like these that kept him coming back to you.

The quiet moments, when you were still off dreaming away in his arms. He took these moments to really look at you, without feeling as if he were doing something wrong. Even though he knew it was. You weren’t his to look at. 

He watched your full lips parts as you drew in a deep breath, slowly beginning to wake. Soon enough your eyes would blink up at him, resisting the urge to drift off again with a wistful smile growing on your lips before saying-

“Mornin, doe eyes.” 

You rotated, the sheet slipping down your body as you propped yourself up on your side. A pattern of plum colored bruises were littered against your collarbone. He let his hand travel to your waist, gliding against the skin to rest against the curve of your back. 

“Mornin, doll.” 

You hummed, running your painted acrylic nails through his dark hair. His once carefully styled elephant's trunk was now a mess of loose curls (thanks to you). He watched, in silent adoration, as you tenderly brushed the curls back from his eyes. Johnson sighed, as he felt his body compulsively lean forward and into your touch. 

The soft tips of your fingers trailed down, where you traced the scar on the bridge of his nose. A deep seated panic rose in his chest, as you delicately traced the outlines of his face, as if trying to commit him to memory. You always did this, before you inevitably left. 

And he let you every time.

Your hand fell against his chest, smiling at him like always.

This is how it was. 

“I better get going,” you said. No excuse followed it. No poor explanation. Just your body pulling away from him. 

His hands followed after you, gently trying to coax you back to bed. You giggled, it rang like soft wind chimes in his ears. The morning sun splashed over your body, as if trying to swallow you. He fell back against the pillows, knowing it was better not to chase after you. You pulled the dress back on, the tight fit hugging onto your curves. He made out the dimples in your lower back before they too were covered. You placed your white pumps (with scuff marks on them) back on, your purse hanging off your shoulder. 

Johnson thought if he closed his eyes and re-opened them, he could go back to last night. When your body was tangled with his, his hot breath against your skin as he bit and marked any space he could. If only to fool himself. 

You turned, your bright face peering down at him. 

“I’ll see ya later, Johnson.” you said, before waltzing out of the hotel room. 

He leaned back, tucking an arm beneath his head as he stared up at the poorly painted ceiling.

The sheets were beginning to grow cold. 

Just like always. 

If words could just hold you Tell me you feel me Oh, just to know you Tell me you see me

[you-didnt-see-that-cuming]

someone tell me why I can’t stop thinking about this man

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[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

📖🚬🩹 I absolutely adore your writing and was super excited to see you opened requests back up!

Cas <3

Here We Go Again - Johnson/Reader

Warnings: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader, canon violence but just a little.

Wordcount: 2172

Summary: When the Phoenixes enter your bar right on the edge of Ghoul Territory it usually meant they were looking for a brawl and to prove themselves. But when a single Phoenix walks in alone with no desire to do anything but fight without talking, it makes you almost concerned for him even though he's supposed to be the enemy.

Notes: A shorter one this time, but I can seriously see myself writing more for this one thanks to the ending 😏 Thank you so much for requesting my favourite man, you already know how much I adore your writing so I was very happy to see this one as the start of my new batch ;w; 💗💗💗

To say that you didn't expect him to show up again would be a lie, his presence slowly becoming a familiar one in your bar. He shouldn't be here, you both knew it, and Gary knew it too as he turned to the door and sighed; he'd warned him before to stay away, this was Ghoul Territory and he'd already had to kick his ass when he and the other Phoenixes didn't take it to heart, but this was now becoming a recurring problem, almost like clockwork at this point, and it was starting to concern you even though he was the enemy. 

‘Back again, Johnson?’ Gary sighed as he stared at his beer, the other Ghouls gathered around the bar around him also becoming aware of his return, a couple of them already starting to stretch for the upcoming fight; you stayed out of it like you always did, the Ghouls provided you with a steady income since your bar was within their turf, this kind of thing just came with the paycheck.

Johnson didn't speak, he never did, especially when he was alone, the scrappy blonde one usually did all the talking for the both of them, but there was something about him tonight as he rolled his neck and stretched out his arms. He wanted that fight this time, he was impatient for it, and it would only be his death wish as Gary downed the rest of his drink and stood. You made sure to collect everyone's glasses and bottles before stepping back, the last time you'd been too close and a bar stool leg had nearly clipped you, and Johnson shot you a quick glance that you almost missed as he made sure you were safe as a bystander. You let the fight proceed, and even though he was always able to hold his own, five on one was never very much of a fair fight, and it wasn't long before Gary had him on the ropes while two of his buddies advanced to hold him down. This wasn't fair, it never was when he came alone, at least with the other two around he stood more of a chance, and you wanted to call it off when he was held down against the pool table and punched relentlessly by the other three.

‘How many times we gotta tell ya that we ain't giving this place to the Brawlers?’ Gary grunted as he hit him, each one punctuated with more and more of a sound until you finally heard his voice when a hard jab to the side made him grunt loudly. ‘We thought you learned that lesson when we threw all three a’ ya outta here!’ Another hit as the rest of the bar ignored what was happening, and you were about to turn your back on it when you saw the way dirty metal wrapped around his fingers and caught the light. ‘This is your last warning, you stay outta here or we'll kill ya, you understand?’

Johnson sat up as much as they permitted, and he looked ready to answer when instead he just spit onto the floor, blood and saliva mixed together from the beating, and he grinned up at Gary and dared him to do it with reckless abandon. You swore under your breath, he'd regret this, and all it took was Gary pulling back his arm to stick him with the spiked brass knuckles he sported before you finally cracked.

‘Alright, that's enough for tonight, you don't gotta bring it that far,’ you spoke up before he could strike, and all five Ghouls stared at you before Gary took a step back towards the bar.

‘If we don't teach this sonofabitch a lesson then he and Matty are gunna keep coming back around here, you wanna break our truce for him?’ he demanded, and you looked at Johnson all spread out and looking the worst he'd been so far before setting your rag on the counter.

‘No, but I can still keep this place in Ghoul Territory with you banned from it,’ you warned, and it was not an empty threat as Gary flexed his fingers and eventually relented. 

He approached you before slamming the brass knuckles on the old wood, the sound filling the place as he made a warning of his own. ‘Bartenders are replaceable if there's any chance you might be workin’ for the Brawlers,’ he said lowly, and you kept eye contact until he motioned for the others to let him go. ‘Let's get outta here, it stinks like Phoenix shit in here now.’

The others snickered as they grabbed some drinks for the road and followed him out, Johnson sitting up on the end of the pool table before hopping to the ground and rolling his neck again. He gave his back a quick crack and flexed his sore fingers before giving you a nod, he was done for the night, and you waited until the sound of the Ghouls’ bikes disappeared into the distance before leaving the counter to follow after him. He pushed open the door and casually strolled out just like he did every other time he'd come there, and he didn't make it to his car as you threw open the door and called out to him.

‘Hey, uh, it's not busy and they're gone now, I can serve you a drink if you want one?’ you asked as he reached for the door, and when he looked over at you you could swear that maybe he'd been waiting for that. He lit the cigarette he'd placed in his mouth and accepted your offer, the Phoenix following you back inside to the other patrons’ surprise. ‘Don't say a word and drinks are on the house tonight,’ you told them seriously, and the pact was sealed as he sat down on Gary's seat. He looked at your stock before motioning towards the bottle of Thorndrip to your left, and you went to pour it into a glass when he motioned again for you to just hand it over.

He really was quiet as he drank, and you weren't used to anyone other than a Ghoul sitting across from you as you busied yourself with work, this enemy of your employers just relaxing and drinking until the bottle was empty. He was all busted up, and while it looked like his healing nose hadn't been broken again it still bled along with his lip, cheek, forehead, as well as every single knuckle from the punches he'd managed to get in. You didn't want to know what state he was in under that thick velvet jacket, but at the same time you did as he set down his bottle and you grabbed him a second.

‘Why do you keep coming back here? You know they're never going to give this place up,’ you couldn't help but ask as he popped off the top effortlessly, and he took another long drink before shrugging.

‘Got my reasons,’ he finally spoke, and you shivered involuntarily at the sound of his voice.

‘Yeah, well next time I might not be able to stop them, this place has been in my family longer than the Ghouls have been around, y'know, I'd hate to lose it over a bar fight,’ you muttered as you cleaned the same glass for the fifth time, and he watched your hands work before staring at your face.

‘I can handle myself, ain't just Matty that can fight for what he wants,’ he said mysteriously, and you had to wonder what he meant when you noticed that he was getting dangerously close to getting blood on his jacket. 

‘Here, come to the back with me, the place will be fine without me for a second,’ you told him as you reached out with a tissue, and he actually flinched away from you when you got close after all the fights of never once backing down from the Ghouls. You recoiled in surprise, maybe he really did have a personal bubble after the fighting had stopped, but he was back to normal again as he grabbed his drink and stood. He headed for the back without you, so in charge and sure of everything that he made you forget this bar was yours, and you quickly grabbed the first aid kit and hurried after him before you allowed him full access to your office without you.

You called it your office but in reality it was more of a bedroom with a desk; after you'd inherited the business you just sort of moved in while you searched for a place nearby that wasn't your father's, but over time you ended up just staying since the Ghouls tended to drink late into the night and this was easier to do than drive back to any potential home at 3AM. He admired your things before sitting on your bed instead of at your desk, and you swallowed before grabbing your chair and rolling it over to him so you could work. He shrugged off his jacket and took another drink before allowing you to begin, and you wondered if he'd ever had anyone other than his fellow Phoenixes to do this for him as you carefully dabbed at his forehead.

‘What's it like, over at the Bang-a-Rang? I've never been in before, obviously,’ you asked just to make small talk to fill the small room, and he thought about it before switching back to the cigarette he'd snuffed out and tucked behind his ear before walking in.

‘Loud,’ he decided, and you let out a small laugh as you finished cleaning his forehead. ‘Energetic, wild, it's hard to describe, you gotta be there to take it all in.’

‘I don't think they'd let me through the door,’ you chuckled a bit sadly as you moved on to his cheek, and he blew some smoke towards your open window as a courtesy before thinking again. 

‘If you come in with me they might,’ he said casually, and your hand stilled as you soaked up a bit of watery blood. You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, his face remained serious but his tone had been easy, and you stared at him curiously before starting to wipe up the blood around his mouth.

‘Why do you keep coming back here?’ you asked again, and he waited until you were done before putting out his cigarette on his tongue and washing down the burn with the rest of his drink.

‘Because you're here,’ he said simply, and your hand froze midair as the smallest of grins tugged at the right corner of his mouth. ‘Can't seem to getcha outta my mind since we brought Ethan over.’

This was dangerous, the enemy couldn't be saying this kind of thing to you, but you still wanted him to as he took over and wiped down the rest of the blood himself; he licked his lips when he was done, his eyes on you before he gestured towards the kit in case he needed it, but you shook your head after a quick observation.

‘Better not, they'll know someone else cleaned you up,’ you pointed out, and he shrugged again before pulling his jacket back on.

‘They won't question it if you come back with me,’ he figured, and it felt terrifying but also thrilling as you looked around your small room.

‘I can't.’ This bar was your life, you didn't know anything outside of it and didn't know what to do if either side knew you'd accepted his offer and took all of this away, but you almost wanted to find out as he took your silence as your answer and stood. He didn't push it, he was happy enough seeing you when he came in for these fights, and you let him leave as you continued to sit there and stare at the space where he'd been sitting. You didn't move until you heard the front door slam shut again as he strolled through it, and in a flash you were on your feet and hurrying after him. ‘Bar's closed, please leave,’ you said quickly as you shut off the lights and grabbed your keys before anyone could even stand, and sure enough drinks were still on the house as you left the mess behind for tomorrow and ran out.

He was waiting behind the wheel as you locked up, and he looked almost smug as you climbed into the passenger seat and strapped in.

‘I can't believe I'm doing this,’ you said as he definitely didn't strap in as well, his bottle still in hand and the engine revving to life.

‘What's life without a little bangarang? he asked before pulling out of the gravel lot, and your heart pounded as you started off for the wild side with the enemy of your employers, the promise of this being your own secret recurring problem following you the entire way there.

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

𝔇𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔡 𝔇𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔞𝔫

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐀𝐛𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 [𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐚-𝐃𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐧]

𝑰 𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒌𝒂-𝑫𝒐𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝑺𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒅!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

After years seeing only the traumatic face of his mother, something changed when Abner was designed to be part of the suicide squad, and he meets you. After a dangerous moment in the beach in Corto Maltese were Spectro pushes him far from an explosion, he starts to really see her. He doesn’t understand why, only after that moment he looks at her, and she’s the only one who don’t look like his mother. He also doesn’t understand why she’s so kind to him, or even what is she doing with that group. The reader has a codename, so mostly she’s called by Spectro.

𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑲𝒏𝒆𝒘 | 𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒄 𝒙 𝑨𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄]

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒔𝒔 | 𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒄 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 | 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 | 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒅

Vampire OC inspired by this photoshoot.

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒆 | 𝑯𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒅 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

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@stardustandgunpowder

[godspeedviper]

Godspeedviper's Kinktober || 2024

Hello everyone! I decided to make my own Kinktober prompt list as it is my first time partaking in this annual tradition. Below is the list of prompts that I will be regularly updating 5 days out to keep some of the surprise. Links to each fic will be added daily. 🎃

Blasphemy - Euronymous x Reader

Surgery - Martin Whitly

Dacryphilia - The Corinthian

Car Crash - Johnson (Reprisal) x Reader

Feet - BatCat

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Ao3 || Ko-Fi || Masterlist

[embodyingchaos]

(ㅅ´ ˘ `) david dastmalchian masterlist

last updated: 22nd july, 2023 newest: latest heart to heart update

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

abner krill/polka-dot man(the suicide squad 2) dating abner genre: abner krill x gn!reader, headcanons, fluff, light angst warnings: mentions of abuse, panic attacks, ptsd, a bit suggestive at the end HEHEH abner with a s/o that has a symbiote genre: abner krill x gn!reader, headcanons warnings: mentions of intercourse, very short bc i am pooped out of ideas for this one

yandere abner genre: abner krill x gn!reader, headcanons warnings: yandere behaviour, suggested intercourse, stalking, mentions of murder, abner being a creep, abner being DELUSIONAL heart to heart genre: abner krill x fem!oc, best friends to lovers warnings: mention of experimentation, murder, abuse, manipulation, ABNER'S MOTHER synopsis: after escaping an illegal lab where she was experimented on constantly, number 037 found a new life for her in gotham city, in a quaint little cafe. everything seemed to look up, she even met someone dearly special to her. who knew it would all go bad so fast? kurt goreshter(ant-man) - none yet. johnson(reprisal) dating johnson genre: johnson x gn!reader, headcanons, fluff warnings: drinking, light implications of intercourse lester billings(the boogeyman) - none yet. alonso "lonny" crane(the belko experiment) lift, laugh, love genre: lonny crane x named!fem!reader, fluff, friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers warnings: reader is emotionless-type character, reader’s name is quinn, panic attacks, reader used to smoke, sorta emotional, making out sorta cause i can mUAHAHAHA synopsis: you and lonny get stuck in a lift and a few confessions happen.