#only for johnny to get bored of playing with them before he goes in for the kill to get you back

[syoddeye]

You got a new dog, do you remember me? She walks around on my old lead You got a new dog, do you remember me? Is she just as good as me?

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Temporary Fix. || cheater!Johnny

Rating: E + TABOO Words: 5K with the bonus (this one got away from me, I'm sorry) CW: cheating (on Johnny's part, Reader doesn't know), smut smut smut, a bit of BAD dirty talking, oral sex (m!receiving), protected piv sex, breath play (if you squint), praise kink (lots of 'that's it' + 1 'good girl'). Tags: afab!reader, fat/chubby!reader, you/your pronouns, one-night stand but more like one-week stand. Summary: Johnny's a dog who cheats on his girlfriend, unbeknowst to reader. a/n: this is for my chubby gals and also for my @/☠️ anon, who motivated this with a DM of hers (spot the DM at the bottom of the post).

The thing about soldiers… Is that they tend to have lovers. As in, for as long as they stay deployed in a country, they’re bound to get themselves a toy they can have a shag with. Sometimes it’s prostitutes. Sometimes it’s regular women.

Even those who have a family, a wife, a partner of any kind, waiting for them at home do it. It’s an open secret. Your buddy might be cheating on his wife… And you might know your friend’s wife, hell, your wife might be great friends with his wife. But you’ll never tell her. All things considered, she might already know and be turning a blind eye.

This is a lot more common for enlisted soldiers in the Army. The types that get deployed for 9 to 18 months at a time, fighting in a way that keeps them far away from home for so long that they “can’t help” but seek affection on the side.

But that’s not to mean Special Forces soldiers, especially those kept on ‘stand by’, always ready for a quick deployment that, at most, lasts a month or two, don’t do it. They do.

John Alistair MacTavish has a bird at home. He does. He really does. But you wouldn’t think that, seeing as he cheats on her as often as he breathes.

He goes on and on about his bird every chance he gets, has phone and video calls with her whenever he has the time, coos at her as she talks about her day, tells her how much he misses her…

Only to end the call and leave base with his team to end up at some bar or club in civvy clothes, find a nice bird or bloke (he’s not picky) and go home with them.

A dog, any normal person would call him, a womanizer, a skirt chaser, a player, a cheater.

He’s not above calling himself that. He knows it’s wrong. That doesn’t mean he’s stopping. Hell, that doesn’t mean he even feels guilty. He doesn’t.

It’s not that his girl back home is bad in bed, or boring, or that he feels trapped or… It’s simply that he has an itch that he wants scratched… 

And as useful as his fist is, he’s not a sixteen-year-old anymore, rubbing one out in his bathroom during a quick shower. That just doesn’t cut it anymore. If he has the option to shag someone, why wouldn’t he?

Now that he’s in the 141, the philandering just gets much worse. Whenever they have downtime on a foreign location somewhere, a night free before they return to England, a night before they get the go-ahead to go on a mission, what have you… He’s out getting himself a shag.

And, worse of all, he brings Gaz along. 

Gaz doesn’t have the same issue, he’s not got a partner at home, so he can do all of this with a clear conscience. Maybe that makes Gaz a bit bad too, because he knows that Soap has someone at home, and he still goes out with his mate and they both get wasted and laid without a care. 

Maybe Gaz doesn’t think it’s his place to intervene, or maybe he just doesn’t care enough to.

Camaraderie and all.

That’s how they ended up in a club downtown, flashing lights all around them, loud reggaeton playing through the speakers, men and women around them with more skin on display than they had covered rubbing their bodies, sipping drinks, spilling them over each other… Oh, the wonders of a Colombian night club.

They saw you before you saw them. Kyle tapping at Johnny’s shoulder as their eyes perused the space individually, then, he drew the Scot’s eyes to you, standing with your friends, laughing, drinking, softly swaying to the music. 

Soft curves in a copper-colored dress that left little to the imagination, clinging tight to a round ass and a thick belly, the hem constantly pulled down by your hands, as it insisted on rolling up, up, up, exposing more of your smooth thighs than you wanted it to. 

It didn’t stop you from still rolling your hips to the music, however, turning the fixing of your dress a near impossible task, repetitive, useless, and maddening, Sisyphus-and-his-stone.

Turning to each other, the two sergeants hands shot to the middle of their bodies, a quick rock-paper-scissors ensuing… which Johnny won.

And that’s how you ended up turning around to the sight of a foreigner with the broadest shoulders, thickest arms and pecs, and bluest eyes you’ve ever seen… As well as a mohawk, something you didn’t often see on… anyone, really.

He was a soldier, you could tell, even out of uniform. Not your first time seeing one, this being a city with a military base attached, and certainly not your last time being approached by one.

Oh, how soldiers seem to love fat women. You’ve experienced your fair few, many of them assuming your weight would equal desperation for love and affection, which would result in you accepting a rushed wedding for the sole purpose of getting him out of the barracks. 

But you’re not desperate. Other than for a good lay, maybe.

“Erm… Hola.” The soldier in front of you says, blue eyes locked on your face for a surprisingly respectful amount of time considering the sinful cleavage that this dress and your bra give you. 

His Spanish has the thickest accent you’ve ever heard, meaning he’s not American… But his pronunciation is off, so he’s clearly an English speaker. Though he’s not English either, you can tell.

“I speak English. Hi.” You told him, watching as he let out a little sigh of relief. Then, the corner of his mouth popped up in a dirty little smirk. 

“Well, tha’ makes it easier. Hi.” He replied. “I saw ye from over there… Was wonderin’ if I can buy ye a drink?” He offered. Only then did he allow his blue eyes to slither down, down, down, trailing every inch of your exposed skin down to the black ankle booties you’re wearing, thick, square heels to prevent your hamstrings from feeling the pain of stilettos the next morning.

“Why?” You decided to ask him with a cocked brow, forcing his eyes to shoot upward to meet your face again, locking onto yours with a surprised expression.

“Why, what, pretty thing?” He replied, his own brows, thick, straight, rising up to meet his hairline. He’s confused, his eyes blinking a bit. His intentions had been clear as day. Obvious enough for you to pick up on, but you’re playing dumb, or maybe hard to get. 

“Why do you wanna buy me a drink?” You asked him as you dipped your head to the side, your eyes slowly trailing over every inch of his handsome face. Those blue eyes of his are locked on you, pupils slightly dilated, hands hanging off his hips, fingers looped onto the belt loops of his jeans.

“Because you’re proper beautiful.” He replied. Your cocked brow and unimpressed glances up and down, cause him to continue. “And I’d love to take you home, find out what you’ve got on under that dress, and make sure your neighbors hate you from today onward.”

His words are crude, his voice loud and crass, disregarding the public space you’re in, the fact that there are others around, not just your friends, but complete strangers too. Maybe he’s hoping they won’t understand English. But they do. Hell, your girlfriends look at you and exchange coy looks with you, before them, and you, break into a fit of giggles.

He looks at them, noticing they caught what he said, even through the loud music, but then looks at you again. “So? What do you say?” His brogue is getting easier and easier to listen to with every word he says.

Rolling your head to the side, your squint your eyes at him and then shrug. “Do you have to buy me a drink for that?” You challenge him, your eyes snapping back and forth between his own, almost taunting him with your inquiry.

“Not if you don’t want to.” He tells you, eyes lit ablaze and a smirk on his lips.

So, you simply grab him by the arm, bid farewell to your friends, with a wave, and grab your clutch from the table, before dragging him out of the club.

Johnny was expecting a flat, a home, maybe even a university dorm room considering your age. What a surprise it came to him to find you taking him up to a hotel. Not that he’d complain when he noticed the large king-sized bed and the large view, providing a beautiful view of the illuminated city of Cartagena.

His hands were on your broad hips before you even got to closing the door, his mouth clashing onto yours as he pushed you against the wall by the door, calloused hands already sliding over the slinky fabric of your silky dress, tugging it up, so they could slip underneath.

His tongue pushed into your mouth, wet and drooling, saliva traded between your mouths as his strong fingers caught hold of a greedy handful of your ass, digging into the supple flesh and groaning in delight at just the feeling of you at his fingertips.

Your own hands already slid up and around his torso, feeling him up through the fabric of his t-shirt, before sliding down to pull the navy blue fabric out of its tuck into his jeans, rolling it up to expose a strong, bulky body covered in a generous amount of body hair.

Your lips broke apart for a moment, only long enough for you to take off his shirt, tossing it onto an armchair in the corner, and for him to unzip the side-zipper of your dress, taking it off you too.

Then, he grabbed you around the thighs, causing you to shriek, as he bounded for the bed, dropping you so hard onto it you almost swore you’d bounce off. Still wearing his jeans, he slotted himself between your parted thighs, his body bending over yours.

His stubble scratched your neck as he kissed you all over, licking stripes of your skin as his hands pulled off your boots, unfastened your bra… They were surprisingly nimble for such a hulking man. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Johnny cooed as he let his eyes run down your body.

He dragged his mouth down from your neck, across you clavicle, over one of your breasts, and caught your nipple between his teeth, beginning to suck on it, noticing how you hissed a bit, leaning back on your elbows as he did so.

One of his hands caught your other breast, grabbing and carefully kneading it between his fingers, as his eyes shot up to your face, blue irises beneath a pair of dark eyelashes, fluttering slowly as his pupils blew out from how horny he was. His other hand found your black panties and pulled them aside, (more so ripped them with how aggressive he pulled on them), the rough and calloused pads of his fingers catching your lips immediately and beginning to slide up and down, running over your slit.

The moment his cracked fingertips grazed your clit, you whined, your legs spreading apart even more, your body jumping a bit. “Fuck…” You grumbled under your breath, your eyes locked on his face and the way he eagerly played with your nipple. 

“Relax.” Johnny told you once he let go of your nipple. Then, he rolled his tongue around in his mouth, collecting some saliva, before letting it drip onto your slit, his fingers catching it and spreading it quickly as he resumed playing with your clit, hand craning in order to push a finger inside.

“Oh fuck…” You moaned softly, hips bucking up against his hand, following his ministrations as he pushed a second finger inside of you and hooked them up to graze your g-spot, pumping them in and out, the rugged feel of his cracked fingertips drawing a surprisingly pleasant sensation of pleasure from the depths of your soul.

His other hand moved away from your breasts in order to undo his belt, leaving it to hang around his waist as he also undid his jeans, sliding them and his boxer briefs down one-handed, in order to allow his cock to spring free.

Your eyes lock onto it as he continues fingering you, a bit sloppy and rough, his palm pressed to your clit and his fingers constantly drawing a ‘come hither’ motion inside your wet walls.

His cock is stubby, shorter than some of the men you’ve been with, but so thick you can’t help but wonder just how he’ll make it fit inside of you, and how straining the stretch of it will be. It’s heavy too, uncut, hanging down even while already full-mast, too heavy to spring back against his belly button. His balls are heavy too, full, round and strained as he continues to play with you, watching your reactions to his touch.

“You like what you see, huh?” He asks you, noticing the way your eyes don’t slip far from his cock before returning to it, watching it lay against one of your smooth thighs, the ruddy color and constant twitching only bringing more attention it as it rubs against your skin, dripping pre-cum over your stretch marks.

“Mhm…” You reply softly as your hand reaches down to tug at it, carefully wrapping around it and drawing it up and down over his length, only letting go to cup his taut balls and fondle them a few times.

“Tha’s it…” He murmurs and hisses under his breath as he looks you right in the eyes. “Wanna be good f’r me?” He coos at you, and you nod in reply as you bite your lip. “How about you get on your knees and let me see how you suck me off, hm?”

Nodding, you untangle yourself from around him, his fingers slipping out of you, as you took your spot on the floor, the soldier having been caring enough to toss a pillow from the bed onto the floor to cushion your knees.

He sits on the edge of the bed, strong, muscular thighs spread open, as you sunk your mouth onto him, without so much as a second’s worth of hesitation. The stretch as you tried to swallow as much of him as you can tugged at the corners of your mouth, making them feel a bit sore, your jaw already protesting at the size of him. But that doesn’t stop you.

You start lapping at the underside of his cock eagerly, wetting him as much as possible to make sure you could continue taking him down your throat. The sounds he was making were sinful, low groans and grunts, hissing through his teeth, one hand carefully fisting the bed covers.

He carefully gathered your hair away from your face, gripping it one handed. “Tha’s it… Greedy thign you are, wanna take all of my fat cock in your mouth, hm?” He goaded a bit as he looked down at you between his legs.

Any other time, any other place, any other man, you’d already be pulling off him, getting dressed, telling him to fuck off… But something in this soldier’s voice, in his accent, the growl behind his voice, the spark in his eyes… 

Maybe you are just desperate for a good lay with the thickest cock you’ve ever seen… But you don’t complain. You simply nod at him and bobbed your head even more enthusiastically, lips struggling to glide up and down his length, spread open sinfully to accommodate his size.

“Tha’s a good girl…” He praises, his free hand coming to grip you at the back of your neck, tugging you slowly, forward, to make you swallow more of him down into your throat, making you gag and sputter on his length, sloppily drooling around the size of him, saliva drooling down your chin and onto the carpeted floor of your hotel room.

“Pretty fucking thing… Gonna make that make-up run, hm?” He offers as he pulled you off and back onto his cock, moving your head for you. “Show some attention to that pretty pussy of yours, go on.” He demands, causing you to nod.

One of your hands found your wet slit between your legs, sliding two fingers inside, which felt like not nearly enough after having had his own, and considering the fat cock that would soon replace them, but you’d make do. 

“Both hands, don’t be coy now.” He added. Your eyes widen, already anticipating the loss of balance that’d come from the lack of support from your free hand holding you up on the bed. But you do as you’re told, trying your best to keep a perch on your knees as your other hand starts slowly padding at your clit, rolling circles with it.

When you inevitably lose balance, as you knew you would, the soldier simply pulls you forward against him, making you bury your nose against his pelvis, swallowing his cock in its entiry, causing you to choke and gag, trying to catch a breath through your nose. He, in turn, lets out a loud groan of delight, eyes rolling back, as he feels the warm wetness of your throat.

“Keep your hands where they are.” He demands of you, preventing you from trying to pull away and find balance again with your hands on the bed or the floor or his thighs. You can barely do much more than nod against his hip.

He hooks a leg over your shoulder, pinning you close to him, while his hips begin to rock into your mouth, blindly and sloppily, making you gag more and more, more saliva slipping down from your parted lips, making a mess of him and yourself. “Tha’s it… yeah… just what I fuckin’ needed… Such a good girl f’r me…” He grunts as his hand swipes your hair out of your face as it slips from his grip.

“You like this?” He asks you as he abuses your mouth and your throat, while you sputter and try to fruitlessly breathe between each thrust of his into your throat. Nodding pathetically, mouth to full to speak, you whimper against him, making him shiver and shudder. “Of course you do… greedy fuckin’ mouth…”

He only pulls you off him after another couple of minutes, which felt like an eternity, allowing you to catch your breath only for long enough for him to pull you onto the bed, bending you over at the hips, presenting your round ass to him.

“Mmmmm, look at you…” He grunts out as he ruts his cock between your ass cheeks while tugging your head back at the scalp, causing your back to arch ever so slightly, your tits still pressed against the bed covers. “Round fuckin’ arse… Gonna love see it jiggle f’r me…”

He lets go of you again for a moment only to paw at your ass cheeks with one hand, while the other blindly looks for his wallet in his jeans. “Find me a condom, will ye?” He asks as he tosses the leather wallet next to your head, while he steps out of his jeans, underwear and boots, finally.

While looking for the little clip pocket containing them, you spot his military identification very briefly. It makes you realize you didn’t even ask him his name… Nor did he ask for yours. A green and white striped card titled ‘British Army’, with the name ‘John MacTavish’ and some extra info you don’t really pay attention to. John. That’s his name…

Once you pass him one of the silver wrappers, Johnny rips it open and puts on the slick condom quickly, barely waiting a moment before slipping himself inside of you, down to the hilt in one swift motion. You find yourself squirming against the bed covers with a whine, while he groans loudly behind you.

Although the stretch was still wildly bigger than any other man you’ve been with before, it didn’t feel as uncomfortable as you expected it too… probably because you were wetter and more eager than you expected.

He starts rutting inside of you immediately, huffing through clenched teeth as his big hands grip your ass cheeks and keep you spread open. His fingers dig deeply onto your extra fat, squeezing and kneading it, his blue eyes glued to the way your puffy lips part and stretch to swallow him whole. “Beautiful fuckin’ sight…”

“Fuck… Just like that… Don’t stop…” You beg him and whine loudly, fisting the white bed covers and digging your nails into them, your face resting on them sideways, sliding back and forth with each thrust of his.

You’re sure the hotel staff is going to have a field day washing the duvet, your make-up already staining the white fluffy fabric, sliding down with the sweat, and dragging across with each motion of your head.

You can barely speak or think, moaning in turn with him, each thrust of his causing you to croon and whimper in delight, his fat cock hitting you at every possible angle and rubbing every inch of your walls, the veins dragging against your g-spot, the condom barely there.

“Yeah… ye like tha’? Huh? Ye like it?” He coos at you, already slightly out of breath, hips barelling against your plump ass, making it jiggle as he bounces himself off them.

“Oh, fuck yes…!” You whine loudly. His hands slide up to find your hip, pushing you down against the mattress so he can shift more of his weight onto you, pumping at a downward angle, causing you to shriek desperately.

“Oh yeah…” Johnny grunts and starts huffing atop you, leaning all his weight atop of you as he pounds his hips against yours, his breath ragged against your shoulder and hair. “Fuck… Yer cunts feels so fuckin’ good…” He murmurs in your ear, his thick accent becoming.

“Oh, God…” You whimper, shuddering beneath him, feeling the familiar knot tightening in your stomach, each of his strong thrusts rattling every fiber of your being. “John…”

“Oh… tha’s it… Moan my name…” He orders as one of his hands suddenly shoots up and grips you by the back of the neck. “Moan my name…” He insists as he throws his hips down onto yours.

“John!” You call out, doing as you’re told, panting for air as he pushes your face harder into the mattress, slowing his thrusts down and bottoming out inside you each time at a slower pace.

Good thing he did too… Because the knot in your stomach only tightens more and more and more, and then snaps, making you cry out loudly with a choked moan that gets half-caught in your throat as your walls suddenly clamp down around him, tightening the grip on his fat shaft.

“Oh fuck…” Johnny grunts and picks up the pace again, grasp your hip as hard as his hands can, a bruising grip that’ll definitely leave a mark, as he pounds into your weeping cunt again and again and again…

He finally comes, losing his balance and landing on his elbows and forearms on either side of your body, his chest against your back, out of breath, as much as you, even though you feel like you barely did anything other than take him.

“Fuck… I needed that…” He grumbles under his breath as he speaks against your shoulder blade, before leaning up and biting at your earlobe. “That feel good f’r ye?” He whispers in your ear, an earnest question, receiving a little nod from you. “Good…”

Slowly, he pulled himself up, slipping his softening cock from you and rolling the condom off. “So… how long are ye and yer friends stayin’ here?” He asks you nonchalantly while tying off the condom.

“Are you trying to make small talk…?” You ask him, surprised that you can even find a voice or string together a coherent sentence in the aftermath of that. You try your best to drag yourself up and over onto the bed, and once you succeed, you look at him languidly.

“No. I have a reason to ask.” He assures you as he tosses the condom into the paper bin under the desk in the corner, before shuffling back over to you on the bed, lying lazily next to you, an arm behind his head, the other on his stomach.

“Four more days.” You tell him, and he nods at the reveal of information. You roll your head to the side to look at him, both of your bodies sweaty and sticky, your make-up undoubtedly a mess, not that he shows it in the way he looks at you… And even if he did, he’d likely only show pride at making you look like that.

“Well… I’m comin’ to pay ye a visit every night until then.” He tells you, before wrapping his free arm around you, pulling you close. “I plan on gettin’ that tight cunny wrapped around my cock fer as long as I can.”

Bonus:

cw: phone infidelity (Johnny's gf calls Johnny while he's fucking reader), lying, cheating, and reader is also not a good person.

It’s the dawn of your last day in Cartagena. And, as promised, Johnny has come to see you for the last four nights, fucking you well into the early hours of the morning, before disappearing while you sleep it off in the morning.

Your friends have been so excited for you this whole time, making you tell and retell all your sexual escapades with him, as you sightsee, go to the beach, go shopping, go out for lunch and dinner…

Meanwhile, Gaz already knows of what Soap's been up to... as do Price and Ghost. Kinda hard to miss the way he disappears every night and comes back every morning, with a smug smile on his lips and the signature walk of someone that just got laid. Ghost even took to calling Johnny 'the town bicycle'™️ every morning, not that Soap minds it.

And you definitely should be sleeping… It’s about to be 6 A.M. after all, your flight due to departing at 1 P.M., your bag already packed in the corner other for the dress Johnny stripped off you when he arrived, and the clothes you prepped for the flight. 

But it’s your last night here. Your last night with this British man - Scottish you recently found out - you’ll never see again. How could you spend it any other way other than getting your guts rearranged and your thighs so sore that you’ll undoubtedly be wobbling past airport security and into your flight?

Just as he’s rutting desperately against you, murmuring about how good you feel underneath him, eyes locked on the way your breasts and stomach jiggle with each furious thrust of his hips, a phone’s ringtone comes from somewhere on the floor.

It’s a cheerful little tune, one that immediately makes his face harden into a grimace. “Fuck.” Johnny grunts atop you. “Don’t move. Don’t move…” He tells you before he rushes off to find his phone. 

You assume it’s work. After all, he sun is already rising in the horizon. Isn’t that when work tends to start for soldiers? You find the idea of it dreadful, waking up so early, to work out?

But the realization washes over you when his voice becomes affectionate and sweet, calling whoever is on the other side ‘baby’. Johnny presses the phone to his ear, before rushing back onto the bed, slotting himself between your thighs. 

Before you can say anything, maybe protest at what he’s doing, he’s back inside you, one of his palms clamping over your mouth as he throws his hips against yours.

“I just got up actually… Am at the gym.” Johnny lies as he pounds into you, a great excuse as to what he sounds out of breath. “Oh yeah… hip thrusts, love.” He continues speaking, his eyes locked onto you.

“Mhm… Definitely…” He grunts out. “Let me put you on speaker so I can keep going.” He adds and quickly does so, setting the phone next to your head on the bed.

“I miss you, Johnny…” A woman’s voice, sugary sweet and soft, comes from the speakers, right next to your ear. An accent similar to his, but less rugged, a bit more polished. 

“I know, love… Miss you too…” Johnny says above you, eyes locked on yours as he grunts a bit and presses his hips harder into yours. “Can’t wait to finish here and go back to you…”

You don’t know what it is… You should be disgusted. You should be bucking him off, yelling at him, exposing him to this girlfriend as a cheater… But the way he looks at you, the way his cock throbs inside you, the way this feels, so forbidden and wrong… You can’t help but like it.

“What are you up to now, baby?” Johnny asks as he continues rutting against you, eyes lowering to watch the way your cunt swallows his fat cock.

“I’m about to have lunch, that’s why I called early, going with Anna and Delilah for work, just wanted to say a quick hello!” Johnny’s girlfriend says.

Johnny grunts when your walls flutter around him, tightening around him, a sign you were close to your limit. “Oh… fuck…” He grumbles and pants. 

“You okay, love?” Johnny’s girlfriend asks, concerned, when she hears the way he sounds. “You’re not injuring yourself, are you? Am I distracting you?”

“No, no, baby…” Johnny grunts. “I just… love you so much!” He tells her, his face screwed into an expression of pure delight, eyes rolling a bit and eyelids fluttering as he feels you continue to squeeze around you. “Yeah… I love you and miss you… so… so much… God…”

“I miss you too, Johnny!” She says, naively, as her boyfriend lets out a grunt under his breath and comes inside of you, blowing a load inside the condom as he rests his head against your chest.

[barcodeboyz]

Top 10 Mortal Kombat 1 Animalities

As it goes, I generally don't find myself getting super excited about announcements when it comes to media I love. I get happy about it, but there's a different level of excitement that comes out of those announcements that's just not common for me to experience. I experienced this excitement when Khaos Reigns was announced, and alongside it, animalities. I LOVE animals, and I love Mortal Kombat specifically for the fatality system. So, pairing them together just makes an amazing combination for me. All that being said, this list was really hard to put together, and a character being absent from this list is no indication that their animality is bad, in fact they're all very good! But I have to pick 10, and here are mine.

10. Baraka

My standard for fatalities and animalities alike are that they play into the gruesome factor. I love creativity when it's added, but it's not necessary to me. I love the blood and gore, and we're starting with a good one. This animality sees Baraka turning into a monstrous porcupine, shooting quills at the opponent and landing them on his back spikes. Personally, I would have preferred to see Baraka turn into a walrus, but for the animal they chose it is extremely fitting.

9. Mileena

This was the first animality revealed to us, and it did not disappoint. We see Mileena turn into an elegant orchid mantis, and honestly, it suits her character. Something so fierce and beautiful, eating the opponent and ripping them in half like only Mileena would do.

8. Kenshi

I really like the animalities in the game that utilize aspects of a character in their fatality, whether it be their appearance or other attributes. This animality nails that concept beautifully by turning Kenshi and Sento into wolves that work together to maul the opponent. You'll see more maulings on this list because I think that really fits the animalistic nature of these kills, and Kenshi does it amazingly.

7. Johnny Cage

Was I hoping for Johnny Cage to turn into a kangaroo? Absolutely. Am I disappointed he didn't? Not necessarily, because this is an amazing reference to the film Jaws and it completely fits Johnny Cage's character, being an actor and all. The animality itself is alright, I really appreciate the camera angles but besides the flair, it really doesn't a whole lot else for me. But I think they really nailed this one for Johnny regardless.

6. Noob Saibot

Going back to what I said about Kenshi, it is great having these animalities utilize aspects of the character. Seeing Noob Saibot turn into 2 alligators, which then grab the opponent and rip them apart makes for good viewing. My only wish is that they had the two alligators death roll the opponent, twisting them in half. But for what we got, this was great.

5. Havik

This is one of the best animal designs in the game in my opinion. It perfectly fits the rotting nature of Havik. And the animality itself shows the absolute brutality that hyenas can really show off, as Havik mauls the opponent to death. Brutal death, and one that starts the top of this list.

4. Kitana

Growing up, my family has always had hummingbird feeders in the summer, so I've always gotten to see the elegance of the bird. And the hummingbird was a perfect choice for Kitana. On top of that, they also recreate Kung Lao's Flowerpot fatality from MKX, which is one of my favorite fatalities in the game. Turning the opponent into a hummingbird feeder that she feeds from before the action shot of her flying at the screen is just so great to me.

3. Geras

We are now getting into animals I love, which definitely put a little bias into this list. I love hippos to death, and Geras' animality goes the extra mile to show the true strength that they have in the wild. Crushing the opponent to death in his mouth like they're a big watermelon is just a refreshing take on an animality that could have taken a boring turn, like Reiko's or Sektor's. Not only that, but they made the hippo design so reflective of Geras' own design, and that is extremely cool to me.

2. Kung Lao

This one is complete savagery at its highest peak. Kung Lao turning into a tiger and not just mauling the opponent but pulling a Sub-Zero and ripping their spine out is a completely gruesome watch, but such a cool one at that. This one almost took the number one spot, but one other animality in this game takes that title.

General Shao

I promise that when I went into my blind reaction of all animalities, I had made it a point to not choose character's animalities based on how I liked them. It's the reason why characters like Kitana or Kung Lao, who I don't really care about, made the list while characters like Reiko didn't. It's no secret that General Shao is my favorite character in the game. So why did I put him first then? Simple. They made him a fucking GRIZZLY BEAR. My favorite animal paired with my favorite character in the game? Not only that, but the animality is absolutely grizzly, pun intended. He grabs the opponent and mauls them before crushing their head in his jaws, before this final shot of him roaring holding the opponent's corpse. Such an amazing animality, and one that I'm happy we get to end the list on.

All of the animalities in this game were great. But these ones were special to me, and so that's my list. What are your favorite animalities?

[siriusleee]

i'd imagine i don't fit into your view

a/n: this is really just my attempt at using different prompts as a way to write when I'm bored and they all take place in the same universe find the other drabbles in this series here

This is the last place he expects to see her - some run-down fuckin pub in the middle of Ireland. The place is packed, bodies pressed against each other, beers held high to avoid getting spilled.

She looks different - of course she does it’s been years - but he knows it’s her. Her hair is longer, longer than she used to ever be comfortable with, and she’s dressed differently than he’d ever seen her dressed: in a tight dress with the back open, a trace of ink peeping out at her rib cage.

Beside him Johnny is speaking - something about being ready to get a fucking break from Price and his overbearing training - but Simon can’t pull his attention away from her to give Johnny any attention.

When she moves through the crowd, he moves with her. He hears himself tell Johnny something about grabbing a drink. She slips through the crowd easily, turning to laugh at something someone says to her. His heart is beating so fucking loud in his ears he can’t hear the shitty music playing over the speakers, can’t hear Johnny shouting after him -y’ok Ghost?- he can’t focus on anything other than trying to figure out why she’s here of all places.

He nearly loses her as she slips out the door, a black coat slinging over her shoulders. The sidewalk is nearly empty as she walks- there’s a voice inside his head screaming for him to turn around, to go back to the bar, to forget her. He remembers the way she looked at him the last time he saw her - broken and angry - and knows that no good can come from following her, from seeing where she’s going.

But his feet don’t listen to his brain as he tails her. She never looks back once, never worried that someone might be behind her. She turns left, turning into a dark staircase that goes overtop a set of shops. Simon lingers on the street, eyes scanning, looking for a sign of life on the second story, for something - there. A light comes on in the flat upstairs. He’s not sure how long he stands there, waiting, watching as the light flips off. It must be hours before his feet move, his boots heavy on the wooden staircase that feels as if it’ll turn to a pile of match sticks beneath his feet.

The staircase dead-ends at the door. He thinks about knocking; thinks about what she might say if she opened the door, if she would even recognize him under the mask and layers of Ghost over Simon - layers that she’d never seen before. His hand rests on the door before a horrifying thought strikes him: what if she’s not alone in there?

He doesn’t think before he tries the doorknob; it turns easily beneath his hand, the door swinging open with a quiet snick. His feet are silent on the carpet - the room is lit up with the light filtering through the window. It’s clean, but not tidy - everything is thrown around everywhere. Across the room is an open bedroom door, his feet carry him silently across the room.

A picture on the wall stops him in his tracks. It’s the two of them - taken when he was on leave his first few years in the military. They’d gone to some stupid carnival in town and she’d kissed him for the first time, her mouth sticky with cotton candy - some stranger had taken the photo for them on a film camera she’d carried with her everywhere back then. Simon can’t remember when they took the picture, but they couldn’t have been older than seventeen.

Underneath it another photo of the two of them - Simon in his dress uniform, a fresh-faced soldier on his graduation day from the academy - her beaming beside him, their hands interlaced. She’d been the only person sober enough or who cared enough to show up for him even though it had drained everything in her bank account to be able to afford to come. Simon traces his fingers over the photo, over his face. He can’t remember the last time he took a picture without the mask on.

The sound of stirring from the bedroom pulls him out of his reverie. The sound of bedsheets moving, a stir in the tranquil bubble of her house. The sound rips through Simon - what the fuck is he doing here, in her house and she doesn’t even know it. Shame burns through him, and he backpedals across the living room, slipping out of the front door. Before he leaves, he turns the lock so the door locks as it swings shut behind him.

His ears are roaring with the shame of being a fucking creep - intruding on her personal space without even letting her know he had seen her. He’s rattled on his way back to the hotel, his hands shaking around the cigarettes in his jacket.

[zappedbyzabka]

Soooo listen

Little bit after tkk3, Barbara throws a Good Friday party (bunny ears required) and invites Daniel, which he ends up miserably bored at and pondering all the crazy shit that’s happened in his life the past few years.

She told him no one he knew would be there and he could be brand new (as if he wanted that again.)

Except, there are people he knows there because 2 drinks and one dance with a girl in, he sees the Cobras walk into the party.

He avoids them like the plague but keeps watching them out of curiosity, wondering why Johnny isn’t with them. Wondering if they’re still crazy assholes.

He steps out on the porch for some air and sits on the swing chair, debating whether he should go back in and call Miyagi or not.

Some headlights shine, and a familiar red car parks in front of Barbara’s place.

Daniel doesn't recognize the car in his tipsy state though and pays little attention to the newcomer until he hears heels clacking closer and a soft grumble.

The first thing he notices when he looks up is legs.

Mile-long, ivory, fishnet-clad legs. The kind of legs you want to spread apart.

The next thing is a lovely little waist hugged by a sleeveless black bodysuit.

And at the top....Johnny?!

Johnny Lawrence, with fluffy blonde hair much longer than it used to be (think Equalizer era) and black bunny ears on his head.

He stomps up the steps pink-cheeked and looking pissy, not even sparing Daniel a glance. Not even seeming to notice another person nearby.

Daniel’s too open-mouth enamored with the puffy, white bunny tail sewn right above a very plump bottom to take it personally.

Johnny puts his hand on the doorknob and takes a shaky breath, and Daniel realizes he might have mistaken nervousness for irritation.

He stays outside for a couple more minutes after Johnny goes in before he follows, almost willing to get sucker punched for the chance to ask him what the hell he’s doing.

But what he finds is that the four coyotes got to the big bunny before he did.

The four boys surround Johnny near the backdoor, slipping their fingers through the holes in his fishnets and snapping the fabric on his skin. Prodding his cleavage and twirling his silky hair.

All while Johnny weakly slaps and pushes their hands away and protests, but it’s all useless when they’re one after the other.

Voices talks over each other over music, the only things Daniel able to discern being “Pretty bunny” “Relax, doll!” and something about a lost bet.

Daniel steels himself and is just about to play hero when Johnny laughs and says something that finally gets them to stop, making a smoking gesture and nodding in the direction of the basement door.

Daniel ends up stealth following them down into Barbara’s really sick basement that has a lounge room, spying as Johnny gets passed around like a lap warmer with the blunt that Tommy cheerfully assisted him with.

They blow smoke into Johnny’s pink mouth and linger for too long. Shamelessly patting his ass and telling him he looks straight out of a Playboy magazine.

He soaks up the attention.

Then he locks eyes with Daniel and stares for a long, surprised pause before he kisses the Cobra holding him while keeping that eye contact.

Daniel can’t stop watching.

Johnny beckons him closer, raising his brows as if to be reassuring.

And that’s how Daniel ends up absolutely destroying a golden bunny with the bros in Barb’s basement (after some glaring and damn near growling from Dutch when they all were made aware that he was there.)

If Johnny wants that worm’s big wang, he’s getting it.

(maybe sprinkle a/b/o in there for extra seasoning.)

[darksxder]

Okay darling, I have another request but with a hint of tomfoolery involved! Can I get some headcanons for Ghost and Soap on how they'd react if you tried playing a prank on them but it goes awry? 🤣

the prank war (one sided)

a.n.: of course! anything for my lovely belle! ily! <3 hope you enjoy the last bit ;)

pairings:

ghost x gn!reader

soap! gn!reader (wearing a dress)

fem!reader x ghost x soap (poly!)-an extra treat ;)

ghost

pranking ghost was a dangerous game so you’d stick to small things like moving everything on his desk one inch to the right

everything BUT his stapler 

 and everyone else thinks this prank is stupid, but que ghost ABSOLUTELY losing it

like him drenched in sweat after training, entering his office and stopping completely once he sees his desk. squinting at the perfect change

it was subtle. but enough to have his eye twitching

he knew it was you. you were the only other person with a key to his office. but he gave you one warning once you mentioned pranks a week ago 

he said he wouldn’t start the prank war, but he’d end it

so now he knows you're aiming for a prank war, and he is on the lookout, overly careful and cautious

honestly it takes you another week to make another move

ghost made a pot of coffee, pouring it into his favourite mug (you gave him a skull one :,) before he's called away to talk to soap

and he'll give you credit, you did it all in seconds, very covert, and quiet, but he saw it

he watched you pour salt instead of sugar into his coffee and he choked on a laugh

this was going to be good

he waited for you to scatter away and sit at a table nearest to the door, saying goodbye to soap before reaching his tainted coffee

and you watched so closely as he picked up the mug and happily sipped at it

your jaw dropped as you watched him down the black coffee topped with an obscene amount of salt

he turned to you, the light in his eyes making it clear he was smiling as he lowered the balaclava again

“this pot came out super good, wanna try?” 

you know you're caught, heart racing and palms sweating but you just sigh, and give a weak nod

better to get it over with

he hands you the mug, and a silly part of you is almost convinced you messed up the prank, that maybe it truly was sugar and not salt

but one sip had you choking and sputtering coffee all over the table as ghost laughed deeply

after the slew of swears and coughs, you confess to your crime

he just laughed, leaning back in the chair across from you 

“i know, kid. just messing with you.” and the warmth in his eyes and in his voice dims as he leans towards you

“touch my coffee again and I'll make you regret it, private.” 

you nod hard and fast, wiping coffee off your flushed face

he had certainly ended the prank war

soap

he was easy to prank honestly 

but he always returned fire with something much worse

one day where task force 141 were marked to be on ‘standby’ (still on mission but with no clear objective) you get overly bored

bored and very hot

the air conditioning had crapped out a week ago and now it was 40 degrees, a dry heat

you're sweating, fanning yourself as you organize the rec room closet, dusting off your flowy dress that you heaved from the bottom of your bag

(again you’re bored)

but you come across a gold mine in the task riddled with spiders and cloying dust

a sealed package of 200 water balloons

you drop every pretence of organizing and practically sprint outside with an empty blue bucket, beside you-laughing softly (no one really questioned it-they were all getting a little stir crazy)

rounding the building you found the hose and started building your army of watery, latex covered death traps

you would absolutely pelt johnny with them after he came back from his run

he might even thank you, honestly, the water was nice and cold

instinct even had your sticking your face under the cold silky spray before you even considered using your procured prank materials

a half hour of slippery hands and muttered curses ends as you tie off the last one, crouching near a bush by the dorms and wait 

on mission you were a stealth operative, you had to have patience, but you were also a restless and heat exhausted person currently

so soap got one step around the corner before you threw a red water balloon at him, a direct hit

it slapped against his chest on his gray tank top, leaving a wet mark, but it simply fell to the ground

only breaking once it hit tarmac

you stand, a blue one in your grasp and hurl it at him trying again

all whilst soap tries to talk around his laughter “why you attackin’ me lass?” 

the same thing happens and you sigh, rolling your eyes, stepping out from behind the shrubby bush and collapsing on the hot tarmac, defeated and burning as the sun beat down on you 

thankfully a very sweaty and beautiful soap blocked the sun from your eyes as he stood over you 

“a solid try.” he sighed, holding a hand out to you

“thought they would break.” you whispered, cheeks burning, wiping the cold water from the balloons from your hands all over your heated cheeks

“figured that.” his scottish accent thick as he leaned down

“should use those as condoms.” you joke, gesturing back at the bucket. eyes firmly closed despite the tall shadow he gave you

he just laughs, suddenly pulling you up, and dusting off the sides of your dress. 

“if only your parents used them.” he quipped

que you hitting this man and him laughing, weakly dodging the blows, but failing to pin your arms to your sides

and as the sun burns down around you, finally setting, in a layer of peach hued gold, the weather is forgotten

the touch of him enough to handle the embarrassment of a failed prank

fem!reader x ghost x soap (poly!)

you had been dorm mates with soap and ghost for an age on base

It was nice and you were all close

truthfully it had once awkward and tense, you spent most time training to stay out of their space

but after saving each others asses many times, it was now warm and cozy

it was truly a home for you all away from your home countries

a stable place of safety and no judgment

like you and soap shared body wash (his smelled so good) 

and simon felt safe enough to remove his mask around you, but you still made it a point to turn away whenever he did (just in case)

no matter how much he assured you that he trusted you 

anyways now you were here, a lack of energy having led you to avoiding doing laundry on your only off day this week (today)

so the only sleeping clothes you had was a soft silk slip your mother snuck into your pack before your deployment once she heard you would be again rooming with the ‘beautiful and tall gentlemen who were very polite to her over the phone’

It was a deep green, a nice emerald shade that made your scarred skin look lovely

with a bright white lace trim along the v line neckline and the hem and slit driven up the right thigh

you figured to aim for a joke instead of letting it be awkward when they came in

apart of you wanted them to see you out of your casuals, your uniform, something that showed off the pillowy curves and muscles you worked hard to maintain

so here you were, on ghost’s bed, on your left hip, your hand propping your head up as you posed, hearing footsteps get closer and closer, your heartbeat echoing the sound

soap comes in first, his blue eyes going wide as he sees you, the long lines of your lotioned legs and the soft silk hugging your waist

he whistled a low and deep tone that had you laughing, nearly falling out of the pose as ghost came in behind him before stilling

“you’re in my bed.” he says, british accent thick, raspy

“yeah? come join me. there's plenty of room.” you coo, voice a low purr you barely recognize, “for both of you.” you say, looking over to soap, who's jaw is currently on the concrete floor

then you're moving up and throwing your legs over the side of the bed, leaning back on your hands, chest arching softly

it was a joke, truly, but everything was so hot in the room now, so still-buzzing

you barely get to blink before johnny is throwing off his tactical vest and stripping off his boots

ghost joins him as you choke on a breath, words failing you in any other way than mumbled jumbles of sounds that only translate that you're confused and flustered

when they're half dressed they walk to the bed

these tall and horribly deadly men falling to their knees on either side of you as your heart beats so hard you're scared it will shoot out of your chest, ripping past your ribs

“i-i was joking.” you stutter, body flushing with waves of heat, swallowing hard 

and its ghost that leans in, stealing a quick look over to soap before placing a gloved hand on your cheek. “doesn’t have to be.”

[socdarlings]

contact names for the gang + socs

quotes are my perspective on the person and why i chose that name

ponyboy: ballad of a thin man - bob dylan, 1965. “song revolves around the mishaps of a boy, who keeps blundering into strange situations, and the more questions he asks, the less the world makes sense to him.”

johnny: johnny b. goode - chuck berry, 1958. “the song is about a semi-literate "country boy" from the New Orleans area, who plays a guitar ‘just like ringing a bell’, and who might one day have his ‘name in lights’.”

dallas: insight - joy division, 1980. “this song is almost as depressing as the eternal. giving up on life and hope and looking back at the past and wishing you’ve done something different. describes dallas before his life ends.”

twobit: cupid - sam cooke, 1961. “keith just reminds me of a doughboy and a loverboy, always picking up soc girls and dumping ‘em later.”

darry: the eternal - joy division, 1980. “This song just digs down into the deepest, most dank and dark recesses of tortured, unyielding depression. darry curtis is never going to ever leave tulsa and will die in tulsa. It’s just in the cards for him. This song also goes for dally.”

sodapop: little red corvette - prince, 1983. “This song is about casual dating and the fear of being replaced. It’s a sad but realistic song about the dangers of getting too attached to someone who isn’t ready for a commitment.”

steve: isolation - joy division, 1980. “A fear that never goes away. You wake up with it, you get into bed with it. You're afraid of things that are weeks in the future and of things that are tomorrow almost equally. You feel inferior to everyone, but you don't look up to them either because you just aren't like them. Steve has a hard time understanding people emotionally, and that isolates him from everyone.”

tim: cold, cold heart - hank williams, 1951. "Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?"

curly: behind blue eyes - the who, 1971. “‘Behind Blue Eyes’ is written from the perspective of a man who is hated and shunned. He's asking for empathy, but is clearly unhinged and seems to have anger issues.”

angela: wildflower - skylark, 1972. “She's faced the hardest times you could imagine. And many times her eyes fought back the tears. And when her youthful world was about to fall in, each time her slender shoulders bore the weight of all her fears.”

cherry: cheri, cheri lady - modern talking, 1985 “tbh I misheard this song and thought it said ‘cherry, cherry lady’. regardless the song’s about a girl who’s lost in the world, both emotionally and spiritually.”

marcia: sunday girl - blondie, 1978. “I think a happy go lucky song describes marcia best. doesn’t really show her other side with people, except cherry.”

evie: cherry bomb - the runaways, 1976. “a tough grease girl who’s just trying to survive day to day life in tulsa. does not have a good relationship with her parents. lets her soft side show around steve.”

buck: alone and forsaken - hank williams, 1952. “I just figure buck is just that kinda guy who’s always gonna be alone and can’t connect to people.”

sylvia: jolene, dolly parton, 1973. “Your beauty is beyond compare, with flaming locks of auburn hair, with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.”

bob: the figurehead - the cure, 1982. “a depressing song about keeping up appearances and acting tough despite suffering on the inside. the man in the song is on the verge of suicide and yells out his frustrations, but nobody helps him.”

randy: heroin - the velvet underground, 1967. “this song basically describes randy turning to drugs in ‘that was then, this is now’ after everyone around him either leaves him or dies. it reinforces his idea that the warring sides of both greasers and socs will only leave more people dead and there’s no point in fighting.”

[sleepystawbie]

Fic idea I’m never actually gonna write No.1

The concept:

Ghost was drummer for a metal band he and his brother set up, Tommy was guitar and vocals and there were a couple other members but it all imploded after Tommy died of an overdose. Ghost never wants to be part of a band again but the only thing he was ever good at was drums and he loves it too much to quit, so his old buddy Price offers him a steady gig as his house drummer at his recording studio. It’s easy, it’s mind numbing, it’s boring but it gets food on the table and keeps Ghost in good drumsticks.

Soap is the former heartthrob frontman of a Disney kid type boyband that broke up after a scandal or a member goes off to make it big doing other shit. He’s taken all the heartbreak and the burnout and turned it into a solo album that just *might* make his career. He gets the attention of producer god Price and is told to get his arse in the studio ASAP so they can make this happen before next summer.

The plot: (under the cut)

Johnny walks in and his eyes are immediately drawn to the absolute MOUNTAIN behind a frankly fucking gorgeous drum kit. This guy looks like Thor got pissed and fucked a bear. Head to toe black, black covid mask (Ghost is asthmatic, this is why he didn’t join the army in this au) black tattoos, black everything except for the blonde hair and dark green eyes.

Fuck. Soap is in LOVE.

Potential for kidfic too. Ghost is left to raise Tommy’s son after his death. Simon comes in the studio with a little boy holding his hand and Soap is heartbroken - of course this guy has a wife and kids, no one in their right mind would pass on this man.

Turns this pain into the breakout single of the album, a song about being in love with someone who’s taken and has a great life ahead of them so the singer respectfully bows out and nurses their heartbreak from the sidelines while wishing them well. It’s “I will always love you” and “Jessie’s girl” but hella gay. Simon hears it and thinks “woah, someone broke this blokes heart, poor guy” no clue it’s HIM.

Then he’s staying back late because the boy is taking piano lessons from the session pianist at the studio and he’s wasting time playing shit from his old band days and Soap is there too and is like “hold on a tick, I know that beat!” because he was a massive fan of Ghosts old metal band and shit, didn’t he hear one of the guys died? Yeah, and his brother is raising the kid. The one who wore the gay pride flag on stage despite the booing… OH SHIT I STILL HAVE A CHANCE!

So Soap walks into the room and starts singing the lyrics to the song Simon is playing but it’s all wrong, he never wanted to hear the words again. Especially not from this cutesie, clean-cut boy next door lookin ass kid and he takes this the wrong way, like he’s being mocked and storms out in a huff and refuses to talk to Soap until he says the heartbreak song is about HIM!

THEN THEY SMOOCH OVER THE DRUMKIT!

[deke-rivers-1957]

ECU High - Vince's Attitude

A Lincoln Town Car drives up to ECU High's front door.

"Jeeves stop here. I wanna get out now." Vince orders.

"Yes, Master Everett," his chauffeur says as he stops.

Vince gets out of the car with his Ralph Lauren backpack wearing high end clothes.

"You better be back at 3:15 or else." he says as he closes the door.

Jeeves drives away as Vince walks into the school.

"What's up poors!" Vince yells as a flex.

"Ah shut up, Vince!" some of the boys yell as he walks by.

"And a good morning to you too Charlie, Steve and Walter. I know you're all so jealous but oh well. We can't all appear on MTV and land a huge recording contract." Vince starts to laugh and walks away.

Walter has to hold Charlie and Steve back. "He ain't worth it. If there's any justice in this world, he'll get his one day."

Vince keeps laughing as he walks to his locker.

"Vince you really need to end this state of hubris and narcissism."

Vince rolls his eyes as he opens his locker. "Ah what do you know Scotty boy. You ain't got much room to talk with that silver spoon shoved in your mouth. Beat it."

Scott just sighs and walks away. Vince turns to his left.

"What ya got something to say to me Chad?"

Chad just chuckles. "You know, Vince. I never thought you'd be the kinda kid who becomes a complete ass just because he made a million bucks. Didn't anybody tell ya to be nice to the people on the way up? If they did then you'd know that you're only gonna run into them on the way down. Keep it up and -"

"Ah shut up!" Vince interrupts.

Chad just shrugs as if to say "Can't say I didn't warn you." and walks away.

Vince groans in annoyance as he grabs his books to put away. He looks at his schedule and finds that he has American Literature as his first class. When he walks into the classroom he immediately gets annoyed.

A teacher is talking with her student about a project. "What did you want me to help you with, Johnny?"

"Ms. Xana, Ah'm tryna write a story about a man who performs on riverboats in the 1860s. Where should Ah look?" he asks sitting at a desk.

She thinks as she goes through some books at her desk. "I think I have just the book for you, Johnny."

She pulls out "Life on the Mississippi" and hands it to him. "This is a memoir by Mark Twain. He used to work as a steamboat pilot before the Civil War. This should help you get started with your research."

Johnny takes the book smiling as Vince rolls his eyes. "Are ya done with the theatrics Johnny? Nobody reads your damn plays."

Ms. Xana gasps. "Vince watch your language. I won't have that type of talk in my classroom."

Vince scoffs as he sits down and waits for the bell to ring so class can start. His mind starts to wander and thoughts become sour.

"Why'd my stupid parents decide to keep me enrolled at this stupid school with these stupid kids and naggy ass teachers? I'd rather go to a private school or drop out all together."

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AN: Also shoutout to @xanatenshi as the literature teacher. I hope I did you well.

[iamveronica]

i can go for weeks feeling a great deal of affection towards Johnny but then he will say something that irks me and my goodwill goes out the window and i remember people snidely calling him Johnny Marrtyr and “boring guitar nerd” and laugh 

Seymour Stein. Legendary record man. Signed me to Sire Records in 1984

what do you mean “me” what do you mean YOU

Johnny loves calling other people straight and squares but Set the Boy Free post-Smiths was a slog to get through for the most part. congrats on your straight-edge lifestyle, marathon man. genuinely happy for you but wrap it up. out of his post-Smiths work, i mostly just like The The and his solo stuff. not that the whole throwing tomatoes at passersby with Matt Johnson story impressed me either. it just made me go wtf. i was horrified and horribly disappointed by how pedestrian guitar rock The Cribs record was. don’t get me started on Modest Mouse’s singer’s voice. that is to say, i’ve given most of his contributions to music post-Smiths the old college try. ok so you lied to Noel about listening to his tape, ok why. did you not want to hurt his feelings or will you say anything to ingratiate yourself with people? out of Johnny Marr was born the evil that is Oasis, possibly his most unforgivable sin (i am KIDDING btw none of this is serious). the jamming sesh with Paul McCartney that went nowhere. love that for you anyway 

not that Morrissey was much better in roughly the last quarter of Autobiography with the whole rundown of the venues and crowds he played to but he still managed to make me laugh or sit there agape, like his little anecdote of graciously supplying a homeless lady with the entire stock of his hotel room’s mini bar only to be chastised by an unnamed band member with the suggestion that she might be a recovering alcoholic, and Morrissey having nothing to say to that except “Yes, well...” MORRISSEY! or the kidnapping attempt in Mexico that i’m still not sure if i read it in Morrissey’s autobiography or if it was a Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul subplot or both. also:

My nightly walks with Jesse would begin at the tip of Villa Borghese where Via Ulisse Aldrovandi lines up its glossy array of roadside prostitutes – mostly male, hard-bitten heroes fastidiously attired as sons of Eros. Their eyes are darts of desire, standing in the trees beyond, with legs wide apart. Every single night they are there, like a soccer team awaiting the club bus, and we are struck by how none of them are identifiably emasculated; they are just manly sons of mothers in search of others.

his Every single night they are there made me wonder whether it was a safe assumption on his part or his testimony to also being there every single night, gawking. a stunning passage either way 

credit where it’s due, Johnny was very engaging in his descriptions of his child/teenagehood and his road to Morrissey’s doorstep. Set the Boy Free is worth it just for that

i did remember the origin of the Rolling Stones’ Angie tidbit that i mentioned, as it relates to Johnny’s wedding and of COURSE it was Simon Goddard, writing for Pitchfork:

Even his wedding to lifelong girlfriend Angie leaves best man Morrissey on the cutting room floor, similarly robbing the reader of the spooky coincidence that as the newlyweds climbed into a car after the service, the Rolling Stones’ “Angie” magically piped up on the radio. The handsome devil is in such details. Without them, *Set The Boy Free *is the drabbest of plain Janes.

so unkind

but it also reminded me of another IRKSOME thing Johnny did: 

When he dismisses Morrissey’s godhead Oscar Wilde, whose “talent was spoiled by his smug self-regard and pomposity,” the eyebrow needn’t arch very high before registering the inference.

it didn’t make me raise my eyebrow so much as roll my eyes

anyway, i can’t believe it’s 2023 and people are talking about a Smiths reunion again and it’s all down to a few charitable lines Morrissey let slip in the last 24 hours:

If you could go back in time, right back to the 80’s, and start your music journey over again, is there anything you would change or do differently, or are you content and satisfied with your journey and how you have traversed the entertainment world?

I absolutely love it.  I think the songs are magnificent and after all of the prejudicial crap from the press … my soul is still my own.

That’s good to hear.

To have the Smiths as your distant roots gives me pride, and the reasons why we were ridiculed and rejected have now become the precise reasons why so many people love the Smiths in 2023. It’s on the rise!

outside of tumblr, being a Moz fan who likes, nay, loves Johnny, makes me feel like an oddity

anyway 

Do you find this as utterly confusing as the rest of us, that they claim to dislike you, yet can’t quite manage to leave you alone?

It comes across mostly as sexual obsession.

when he’s right, he’s right

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Tourist (2010)

With names like Angelina Jolie and Johnny Depp, you’d expect a steamy romantic thriller from The Tourist. Unfortunately for anyone who gets suckered by the trailer, this is anything but. The stars are like two cold, dead fishes in a plastic bag hanging off the back of a garbage truck. They might be rubbing up real close but it’s not because they’re attracted to each other.

While under police surveillance, Elise Clifton-Ward (Angeine Jolie) is given instructions by her lover, Alexander Pearce. “Find a man about my height and build on the train to Venice, Italy. Convince them it’s me.” Pearce is wanted by Scotland Yard’s Inspector John Archeson (Paul Bettany) and the mobster he stole $2.3 billion from, Reginal Shaw (Steven Berkoff). Alexander's recently had cosmetic surgery so no one knows exactly what he looks and Elise goes along with his plan. On the train, Elise selects Frank Tupelo (Johnny Depp). He’s smitten by the beautiful woman, unaware of what kind of adventure he’s about to embark upon.

You can see what the film wants to do. Elise is stringing along this man, this “regular guy” (we’ll get to that in a bit), keeping him out of harm’s way only so those in pursuit can become convinced that he’s Alexander Pearce. In the process, they fall in love. In theory, it would be romantic, exciting, and dangerous.

The first problem comes from the stars. Whenever Jolie and Depp kiss, you swear they’re about to wretch. They have no chemistry, whatsoever. It makes her sudden infatuation with him completely unbelievable. The casting's the problem. Depp has been named World’s Sexiest Man TWICE. It doesn’t matter how much he tries to bumble his way around stray bullets and cartoonish Russian mobsters, he’s unfit to play an everyman.

To compensate for the lack of sparks, director Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck makes the villains into cartoon supervillains. The idea is you'll hate them so much your brain will latch onto the “good guys” and cheer for them to succeed. It’s done with all of the subtlety of a grenade stuffed in your mouth. After Shaw finishes strangling one of his own minions for failing his mission, we’re told how he tracked down all the men who slept with his wife before they met, killed them, then killed his wife. Why stop there, movie? Have him kill their mothers and family doctors too! Oh, he says that he did? My mistake. The police are just as bad, with Inspector Archeson taking his obsession with Pearce to an inhuman extreme while the rest of the police fumble and stumble around this operation so poorly it’s a wonder they can manage to get their shirts buttoned all the way up.

Advertised as a travel romance (you bet it is, there are so many lavish shots of Venice here it’s like the city sponsored the movie) with thriller elements, what this is actually is a whole lotta nothing. Venice must the worst city to set an action movie. All of the boat chase scenes are slow, unengaging, and agonizingly long. The movie’s so dull you’ll be begging for it to end but it takes forever to get to its twisty conclusion: a surprise reveal so obvious its predictability is only surpassed by its convolutedness. So much of this film makes no sense or would’ve fallen apart completely if the characters hadn’t behaved in a very precise but illogical manner. You might think the movie is good but just kind of boring up until that moment. After the shocking conclusion, it’s pretty obvious this is little more than a vanity project gone way, way wrong. Can you believe this cinematic soporific cost $100 million dollars to shoot?

The funniest thing about The Tourist is that it was nominated for Best Musical or Comedy at the 2011 Golden Globe Awards. Only the beautiful imagery throughout and the beautiful performers manage to elevate this picture above a 0-star rating. It’s that dull and fails that spectacularly. (May 15, 2021)

[jaymber]

1,40 and 46 for the 3 bbs? 🥺👉👈

(Going full SilverVdyne cause I know you won’t mind uwu)

1. Who fell for the other one first?

Well, simply put: Kerry fell first, both for Johnny, of course, but also for Vaea. And Johnny only knows when he realized he had fallen for Vaea, but their minds were too merged to tell the exact moment they fell for one another.

Johnny was Kerry’s teenage crush, that never went away. No matter how many outputs or inputs he went through, no one could erase his feelings for Johnny, but his friend was never quite ready for them… And then Johnny was gone, but those feelings weren’t.

If Kerry got closer to Vaea for the engram in his head at first, he quickly saw him as his own person. Around him, he felt heard, seen. He felt alive, for the first time in a long time. Vaea brought spice into his life, just like Johnny had, but with a sweet aftertaste he hadn’t known before.

Johnny realized he cared about Vaea a little too much at the Oil Fields, but didn’t accept his feelings until after Vaea was gone behind the Blackwall, thinking at that point it was too late, that he’d never come back. He was felt alone in the world, Kerry the only other person who could understand his loss. He sought to reconnect with his old friend, and realized his heart still race seeing him now, despite Vaea’s feelings for Kerry gone from his mind.

And Vaea? Well, as a man who thought he couldn’t fall in love for almost 20 years of his life, it was harder for him. When he came back form beyond the Blackwall, it took him some time to accept his feelings, accept the fact he wouldn’t love them the same way every day. It took him some time to understand that they were alright with that fact, and reciprocated those feelings, romantic or platonic. But, since his feelings fluctuate, he falls in love with the both of them over, and over again.

40. Who tries to distract the other when they’re trying to do something else?

Both Vaea and Johnny, but only one of them tends to success in their distractions.

When Johnny’s bored, he has to make it everyone else’s problem. Except Vaea’s pretty immune to his tricks, since he pulled them over and over again in the few months they were one. Nothing Johnny does can distract him anymore when he needs to do something. As for Kerry, well, he grew some spine in their 50 years apart from one another, and more importantly, knows what tone to use to make him stop.

When Vaea wants attention, he’ll do anything to get some. Anything. He’s a lot more open about his needs since coming back, and Johnny isn’t used to his tactics just yet. Also, he can be cute af when he wants to, and who wouldn’t melt to his puppy eyes? If Johnny grumbles and calls him a pain in the ass, he can’t resist his charms. Same goes for Kerry, though he’s better at multitasking and get still give Vaea some attention while working.

46. How do they make each other laugh?

Johnny relies on nostalgia. Though he doesn’t remember everything, he does remember Kerry and himself had their embarrassing moments and other crazy stories. “Remember when-” he’d start, when Kerry’s had a bad day and needs a smile. He does the same with Vaea, expect he likes to remember moments he wasn’t there yet, memories he kept from their time as one.

Kerry relies on stories as well, but some both his inputs don’t know about. He’ll never tell how much of that tale is true, but he will either make them as absurd as he can, as as boring as possible just for Johnny or Vaea to mutter “bullshit!” for the joke.

Since he still has a hint of an accent, Vaea likes to play the “clueless foreigner” around them. He either distorts idioms, one of his favorite being, “Well, yeah, it’s not rocker science”, or pretends he doesn’t know certain words, like he points at an ad and says, with the thickest, fakest French accent he can muster: “Ouat iz ‘Milf’?”

[radicalrascals]

The Lost Son

Original Character | FC: Wagner Moura

Threads | Headcanons | Aesthetics | Open Starters

NAME: João Oliveira

AGE: in his 30s

SPECIES: human (or plot dependent)

PROFESSION: Corporate Tech

Short Bio

João was born in Brazil but moved to the US when he was a teenager. His father was absent from his childhood, potentially just another punter of his mother's. João worked hard to build his own life, and though he loves his mother dearly, he doesn't want to be associated with her milieu. He pursued a career in the corporate tech industry, and doesn't shy away from engaging in corporate espionage and sabotage, blackmail and manipulation to have his way. Eventually he managed to find his father, aiming to take him down as a way to repay him for all the years he didn't give a fuck about João and his mother.

It's very plot dependent who João's father is. He can play a tiny role, or a big one. He can be related to your muse, he could be supernatural, anything goes. He might have other children who got to grow up with him, so João might have more targets for his vendetta. If we're shipping, please note that I am NOT comfortable with incest.

Relationships

tbd

Playlist

The Devil Within by Digital Daggers from Close Your Eyes (2013)

E for Extinction by Thousand Foot Krutch from Welcome to the Masquerade (2009)

The World is Not Enough by Garbage from The World is Not Enough (1999)

You’re Going Down by Sick Puppies from Tri-Polar (2009)

The Invisible Plan by Kidneythieves from The Invisible Plan (2011)

Detailed Profile

FULL NAME: Caio João Oliveira Novaes

KNOWN AS: João Oliveira

NICKNAMES: Johnny, Joca, Cai

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SPECIES: human (or plot dependent)

RESIDENCE: plot-dependent

PROFESSION: Executive Technical Assistant in Corporate Tech

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AGE: in his 30s

DATE OF BIRTH: July 21st

PLACE OF BIRTH: Salvador da Bahia, Brazil

NATIONALITY: Brazilian-American

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PARENTS: Bruna "Bambi" Oliveira Novaes & [unknown father]

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FACE CLAIM: Wagner Moura

HEIGHT: 5ft 11 (1.80m)

NOTABLE FEATURES: ?

STYLE: João wears a suit in his work environment and switches into a boring t-shirt and jeans combo in his free time. He doesn't have a real interest in fashion, but he knows he looks good and can definitely show it.

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LANGUAGES: Portuguese (native), English (fluent)

SPEECH MANNERISM: He has a strong Baiano accent when speaking Portuguese and a very generic "standard" American accent with no hint of a Portuguese lilt when he speaks English, albeit a tendency to pronounce "s" as "sh" before plosives.

STRENGTHS: cunning, tech savvy, strategic, profound coding skills, ambitious

WEAKNESSES: jealous, petty, vindictive, overly emotional, conceited, reckless

INTERESTS: revenge, swimming

VICES: compulsive liar, vengeful

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NSFW

João is romantically and sexually attracted to men and women. He's not interested in a long-term relationship, as he thinks it would only get in the way of his plans. Should he fall in love after all, he'll try to find a middle ground between his love life and his machinations, and perhaps even involve them if he trusts them enough.

Bonus points for muses with the following face claims: Selton Mello, Lazaro Rámos, Camila Pitanga, Alice Braga, Clemens Schick

[thebonerpit]

I finally finished Cyberpunk 2077 and wanted to share some thoughts on it. My beautiful baby girl V welcomes you in to this rambly post ✌️

First of all just as an fyi I don't have the Phantom Liberty DLC yet. I know it's recommended and that it adds a lot of fun content but I wanted to see what the game was like as-is first.

Secondly, I had tried to play this game about 4 separate times in the past and every single time I just could NOT get into it. I had tons of fun in the character creator but I found the opening of it kind of boring and confusing and even just running around Night City and trying to build my character I was like...??? What am I doing lol.

I'm not really sure why this time clicked for me tbh. Maybe because I've had the experience of those past attempts? Idk. But in any case, I still found the prologue part a little bit slow and I kinda wish the game was introduced in a different way but once I really got into the meat of things in Act 1 I was having an absolute blast. I love doing stealth in games if I can so I was basically just using netrunning to hack things and bopping people with headshots with my knife and silenced pistol.

The main story and most of the bigger quests were genuinely fantastic. It was actually surprising to me that I just wanted to continue with the main story rather than go off and do side quests like I normally do! But the side quests were also really fun so it was a good balance. I will say that as much as I loved Night City and the world in general, I barely read any documents laying around. Usually if I really adore a game I will sit there for hours reading lore (like Dragon Age or Control) but it didn't grab me as much in this one.

With respect to the romances (aka the most important part of a RPG lol) I'll admit I was a little disappointed. I made a female V and when I met Panam I was immediately in love with her but sadly she's only a male V romance. I never connected with Judy in more than a friendship kinda way so I wasn't interested in her. I ended up romancing River and even though I read he's the least picked romance and I guess a lot of people don't like him, I was SO thrilled with his romance. He was super sweet and genuinely felt like he cared for V, his quest (while horrifying omg that farm) was so cool with the detective angle, and I found his ending super satisfying. Like it really seemed like he understood who V was and although he loved her and wanted her to stay, he trusted her to do her own thing? I definitely cried during their last phonecall before the final mission ;_; And then I was thinking during the game ok well I know Kerry is a male V only romance so maybe I'll make that my next character but then I met Kerry and was like... no thank you lol. I don't like him much at all?? And you meet him SO fucking late in the game which is really disappointing. Like I didn't even finish his missions because I had done everything else and couldn't be bothered waiting around for him to call to continue them. I feel like the male romance characters got really shafted in this game, like you don't meet River until later too and he's missable if you don't do that specific quest. Judy is there from the beginning in the main quest and Panam has a whole-ass ending option!

And speaking of the endings, I didn't look up anything until afterwards about them and just went with my gut. I got the Sun ending and I was satisfied with that one. My girl goes to space lol! And MY personal headcanon is she goes and completes the mission and Mr. Blue Eyes has a cure for her so she survives and lives happily ever after with River in their bomb-ass penthouse THE END. It kind of sucks that there's no real "happy ending" confirmed unless you headcanon it that V is saved later on, but I kinda get it. The whole game is pretty grim. I think I could have gotten the extra ending where you and Johnny storm Arasaka together because we were friends by the end but I'm happy with this one.

Ok and a little about Johnny. I hated his section the first time I was forced into playing as him. I was like what is this?? I want my V back, I don't care about Johnny, this is annoying. And he was such a dickhead at the beginning so my V was really antagonistic and they bickered all the time but holy shit their relationship grew so naturally as the game went on and even though they still bickered lol they did actually become friends and it felt really, really good. I ended up caring for him and it was really hard to choose to send him into cyberspace with Alt because I don't feel like that's a "happy" ending for him either. Alt was clearly not herself anymore but maybe Johnny changes too? But at the same time I did not want to give him V's body and I don't think he would have made that choice either.

Anyway this has gone on long enough lol but overall it was actually a really great game. I didn't connect to it as emotionally as I did with some other games (like the only time I teared up was during that River phone call) but I think I would play it at least one more time with Phantom Liberty installed. I want to do male V nomad and go the whole Panam route with her ending too.

And to end it off, here's another shot of my V posing with a cat she found that opened a safe for her after she fed it. Amazing.

[teabiscs]

just thinking about gian x olivier.

like my past posted headcanon, but delving a little more into it. idk if anyone is gonna read this but like tw religion and internalized homophobia

gian realizing his feelings for olivier and them scaring him. one because its his teammate. and two, olivier is a not a woman. it goes against EVERYTHING he was brought up on. a relationship is between not a woman, these feelings are wrong. he wants these unnatural feelings GONE. and in his mind the easiest way is to leave.

so he dips off to north america bouncing around from city to city finding its less of a hassle to just chill in canada if he wants to get drunk, trying to drown out these feelings.

he flirts and hooks up with as many pretty woman as he can pull (because sex before marriage is less of a taboo than these feelings) and in the heat of the moment its fine. he could see himself like this, next to a beautiful woman, settling down and starting a family.

but once the afterglow fades, it all feels wrong. he's wondering if olivier snores and how he sleeps, what he sleeps in. if olivier's hair fans out around the pillow like the nameless body softly snoring next to him.

its a self destructive six months, and his liver hates him, (And one too many std scares. two pregnancy scares which is two too many when he's wearing protection.) and he hates himself. hates that he's still thinking of his green haired teammate back over the pond. he misses blading, but he left griffylon back in Italy. he knows he's missing out on events. he sees articles and replay videos on news sites. he exits out of them the minute he sees a flash of green hair.

his parents are pissed at him, his mother constantly scolding him that he's too old to be doing this. He has expectations of him, and he should be coming home, not doing this. And he better figure things out soon or theyre cutting him off, and he can figure things out on his own.,

so he tucks tail, way too soon, (because these feelings are persisting) and gets on a flight back home. he cant blame his parents, because he's sure theyve been tight lipped, but somehow his teammates are there grand entranceway, ralf and johnny look bored, and unimpressed when their eyes land on him.

at first gian feels disappointed that olivier is not there but then he emerges from behind the other two. and gian hates the way his heart pounds in his chest, the way his face feels hot. how the rest of his vision blurs and all he can see is olivier.

but once the surprise is done, he hates the way he feels. six months of running away, and thrusting his feelings into nameless woman and all it takes is one look.

same events as other post, but the hug from olivier has him feeling so conflicted. he can't stop playing back that moment and he hates it more and more and more. he shouldnt be having these feelings. he likes woman.

continuing with the other post. but more self loathing. and confusion, self discovery. delving into religion. self acceptance. he can have these feelings for a man. he's allowed to have feelings for olivier. but he refuses to ruin their friendship. he's so fine with their dynamic of following olivier around, even if it feels selfish and like he's taking advantage of olivier's kindness.

(even though olivier thinks their dating)

I like to think that Gian's mother knows there's something going on there but its not her place to ask. she just wants 3-5 grand children she's not picky. it's the 20th century and her only son's happiness is the most important thing to her. his father just wants his son to grow up (mostly because i can't mentally deal with this ship having more angst with homophobic parents. though that is something that could be explored by someone who is not me) [but also gian being so scared to tell his parents ANYTHING]

and honestly going forward its just shenanigans. of gian just falling more helplessly in love with olivier not realizing things are reciprocated, and olivier acting more and more affectionate and touchy.

and im running out of steam so. just follow the ohter post, and ill add more to it in another 15 months.

[zappedbyzabka]

Started thinking about younger Johnny being Daniel’s “special assistant” at Larusso Auto. It’s the time of the year that Daniel is doing performance reviews so Johnny’s task is just to keep himself busy, unfortunately. Johnny mostly just hangs around the building, sometimes goes to get coffee, and sometimes “takes notes” of performance reviews which is really just him admiring Daniel. Johnny gets bored though and occupies his time with a wonderful plan.

Daniel’s finally done with performance reviews, exhausted from having to spend all day lecturing employees; mostly his family. Either way, he’s excited to get back to business: tending to Johnny’s every need. The only problem is that he can’t find Johnny.

“Mr. Larusso?” The door opens slightly, a head of blond hair peeking in.

“There you are.” Daniel smiles, relaxed by Johnny’s presence; he loves seeing his boy.

Johnny steps in with a satchel and dressed in a formal button up with tight khakis. He sees the confused look on Daniel’s face and grins. Johnny walks over to Daniel and goes behind him in his chair. He runs his hands down Daniel’s chest as he leans closer, kissing under Daniel’s ear before whispering:

“I’m here for my performance review, sir.”

“Bend over the desk.” Daniel says in his commanding boss voice, sending a shiver through Johnny. He undoes Johnny’s pants and slides them off, reaching to tease Johnny’s hole before realizing he has no lube. Johnny must catch on because he points at the satchel and sure enough there is lube in it.

Daniel begins fingering Johnny, opening his tight hole and drinking in the whimpers leaving Johnny; he always loved how sensitive Johnny was down there.

“Fuck, you’re so good.”

“Thank you- ah- sir. You’re satisfied with my work so far?” A gasp leaves Johnny as he feels a cock breach him. It’s filling him perfectly and he’s trembling.

“So satisfied baby. I should give you a promotion for all your hard work this quarter.” Daniel hits Johnny’s prostate and makes him cry and almost scream at the absolute pleasure. While Johnny almost blacks out, Daniel finally rips open the button up and plays with Johnny’s nipples. Johnny screams as he cums from the stimulation, shaking and gripping anything on Daniel’s desk to ground himself. He comes back to reality and feels Daniel dripping down his thigh, completely clueless to when Daniel finished inside. With the last bit of energy inside him, Johnny turns and grins at Daniel.

“Thank you for my performance review, sir.”

Daniel laughs. "You're welcome, honey,"

He swipes his fingers through the come leaking down Johnny's thighs. "I made you so messy." he comments, getting on his knees behind Johnny, "- I should probably clean you, don't you think?"