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unreliablesnake · 7 months

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Note: I'm sorry, Simon. Also, IDK who came up with the idea of Ghost breaking his own jaw, but kudos to you.

You stopped breathing the moment you noticed the wound on Ghost’s exposed forearm and when your gaze moved up to find his face, you saw the shock in his eyes for a fleeting moment when he registered what just happened. Soap muttered something under his breath as he began to pace behind you, and his footsteps were the only sound in the abandoned house at the time.

“Go,” Ghost suddenly said in his usual authoritative voice.

“I’m sorry, LT.” Before you could say or do anything, you felt Soap’s hand wrap around your wrist and he began to pull you out of the room, but you definitely weren’t about to leave him there. “Don’t make this harder than it already is,” the sergeant asked you, his voice never breaking despite the gloomy look in his eyes.

But you stood your ground and yanked your arm away from him as you took a few steps closer to the lieutenant again. “We can’t just leave you here. There must be something we can do.”

Ghost shook his head as he reached out to take your hand. “I’m sorry, baby, there’s nothing you can do,” he began as he pulled you closer. He raised his other gloved hand to wipe away your tears, then placed a soft kiss on your forehead through the fabric of his mask.

You wrapped your arms around his giant frame and buried your face into his chest. “I can’t lose you, Simon,” you told him quietly.

“Go with Johnny, he’ll keep you safe.” When you looked up at him with a worried look, he let out a sigh. “I love you. I wish we had more time, but my luck ran out.”

“I’m not leaving you here.”

“You have to.”

“Please, don’t make me leave.”

He drew in a sharp breath before looking over at Soap, as if he was silently begging him to step in and drag you away from him. Luckily, he knew better than to approach you now. He waited until Ghost handled this little problem himself, convincing you that being bitten meant he was as good as dead.

So he told you again and again that he would soon turn into one of those monsters you were fighting out there, his voice trembling by the end from a mixture of sadness and fear. Eventually, you accepted it. When he pulled up his mask so he could give you one last kiss, you finally believed this was goodbye.

Hesitantly, you took a few steps back, slowly building enough distance to get out of his gravitational pull. It was heartbreaking, knowing there was nothing any of you could do to stop the process. “Even if I commit suicide, I’ll just come back. You need to leave me here, locking me into this house so I can’t hurt anyone,” he had told you.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” you heard Soap from behind your back.

Ghost nodded in agreement, and you could tell he had a sad smile on his face under that mask. “I love you. I will always love you,” he said as a goodbye before turning around and reaching for a heavy statue that was sitting on a cabinet near him.

“What are you doing with that?” you asked, having a terrible feeling from the way he was holding up that object.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t turn around, and you couldn’t even ask again because Soap forcefully dragged you out of the room and closed the door after himself. You barely reached the end of the hallway when you heard Ghost shouting in pain, and when you instinctively turned around to run back to him, Soap grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face him.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t think about it, just walk, all right?” he asked.

No. It wasn’t all right. “No, what the fuck just happened?”

Soap licked his lower lip and ran a hand through his mohawk. “The LT and I talked about the possibility of being bitten, about what we want the other to do in this case. This is what he wanted. He wanted me to get you away from him before he could hurt you.” He fell silent for a moment when he noticed the way you were watching him. “He just broke his jaw so he wouldn’t be able to bite anyone. He told me he would do it if it came down to it.”

“Simon,” you whined quietly, once again fighting your tears.

Shaking his head, Soap put his hand on your back and began to guide you outside again. “Pull yourself together, we need to get out of here in one piece,” he told you once you reached the front door.

How could you pull yourself together when Ghost… When he… It just wasn’t… Fuck. At the moment you’d rather be bitten and locked up with him. Leaving just didn’t feel right. He wouldn’t have left you behind. Without thinking more about this, you pushed Soap away and ran back inside, heading straight to the room Ghost was in.

“I’m not leaving. I’m sorry, I know that’s what you wanted, but I can’t. I’ll stay until the very end,” you told him matter-of-factly.

You heard him groan under the mask, unable to speak with the broken jaw. For a while you were just staring at each other, but then he looked at something behind you and shook his head. It must have been Soap, but by the time you turned around, he was already gone.

After a few minutes of awkward silence he sat down with his back against the wall and patted the floor next to him. You sat down as well then took his hand and rested your head on his shoulder. If he was going to die here, you would stick around to either die with him or end his suffering. There was no other option.

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hecateslore · 2 months

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💌

supervisor!Simon

posting another ch. in a couple, so sorry for the double tag 😬

But it was a Friday, there was no work tomorrow. You thought about it for a second and smacked yourself in the forehead. You open the phone app, and go to the call log. Your finger hovers over his number. You could call him back, but he’s probably in the shower.

So you make him a contact on your phone. Was it weird, sure. Did you feel weird for it, oh absolutely. But he found your phone number throughout the files, so you were good. If you could keep score of all the crazy shit Simon has done just to talk to you. Yeah, he’s number one on the leaderboard.

You begin to type, Hey. You then delete the three letter phrase, “It’s friday lmfao” you type. A response not even a minute later, “Just realized.” You smile at his message, and that smile fades once you realize you’re texting your Supervisor on a friday night on your dinner table.

“Did you take your luxurious bath?” you chuckle at your cheesy message. “It was a shower. Don’t like baths.” he responds. Three dots are on your end, you wait for his message. Then they disappear. You can almost hear his voice in your mind, just like his emails, short.

You place your phone on the table, and get to cleaning your kitchen. Trying to rid him of your thoughts. Scrubbing the dishes from earlier this week harder than usual. You get a ping from your phone and your head snaps, looking at the tiny screen light up, a notification from your messages.

“Any plans this weekend?” the text message read from… Johnny? Your heart jumps a little bit. Your expectations lowered when you realize it wasn’t from Simon, not that it would be, he wouldn’t ask about your weekend. Not that you know, anyway.

“None so far 🙃 why??” you respond, putting your phone back down, and picking up your recently used plate. Soaking it in the scalding hot soapy-water. Checking your phone for his text message, “You want to grab dinner on Sat.”

You look over the message, thinking of a response, you could lie and say you do have plans, or you could just go and be a nice person for once. “Sure. Where are we gnna go?”

“New place that opened up next to my house 😁”

“Who uses emojis like that?” you cringe aloud, laughing off the second hand embarrassment, “I’ll see you saturday 🤪” you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. You finish cleaning the kitchen. And go back to your room, plopping on your bed, face first of course.

You wanted to ask how his shower was, did he shower with warm water? Probably cold, military habits. He uses 785 in one, you bet. He has residency in your brain at this point. It was getting annoying. He’s been polite and you’ve just been lusting over him for almost a week.

You almost wore out the battery in your vibrator last weekend. After the valentine's day party you definitely had a lady boner, there was something so sexy about Simon eating a goddamn grape, opening your chips, and let's not forget the rain incident. You were gonna combust. And it’s all his fault. He’s so smug, so handsome and that damned dimple.

“I needa stop.” you say, face stuffed in your blanket. You lift your head up, and check the time on your phone. It was getting pretty late and you needed to get ready tomorrow, you also needed to buy a new outfit for dinner.

You get up around 10:30, brush your teeth, make yourself presentable enough to be with the rest of the population. A sweater and some sweats with your slides. Keeping your sunglasses on.

You go to the Giant mart, having to buy some necessities for your apartment. Getting some soil for your baby plants, a couple bags of cat feed for the strays, some laundry soaps and an outfit for tonight. You stopped by the coffee shop in the plaza getting a drink (fuck starbucks!!). You drive to the giant parking lot, cussing at weirdos who don’t let you in or who are constantly taking parking spaces you were looking for.

You finally find a space, farther than you would like, but hey, You found one. You get out of your car grabbing your things and making sure your sunglasses are on your face, trying to make yourself as unapproachable as you can , hoping you won’t see anyone from your past, present or job. You grab a cart and thank the teenager who’s been busting his ass in the sun all morning.

You go and get the necessities first, so, catnip. Checking the prices for which was the cheapest so you could buy the most for the poor little kitties. Settling for the store's brand you buy two big bags. Laundry soap was next, but you got caught up talking to some random guy who had brought his cat in.

You get to the laundry aisle, rolling your basket, you see a familiar figure standing holding two different types of dryer sheets. You peep the shoulder brace on, “What’re you doing on this side of town?” You joke rolling your cart closer to him, he snaps his head quickly then laughs and meets you halfway. “I live around here.” he informs, “Me too,” you say enthusiastically, which makes you clear your throat.

“I see you're in your civilian clothes,” you note his gym wear, “I just came from the gym," he nods, “You got cats?” he asks. “Uh no. These are for the strays.” you pat the large bags, he nods again. “You look like you were having some trouble,” you nod to the dryer sheets.

He holds both boxes up, frowning at each label, “My favorites got discontinued.” He says. “Poor you.” you chuckle, “I know.” He sighs.

“Those ones are the ones I use.” You point to the green box with flowers. “Ah, I used to use those ones.” he says as place the two boxes back into their spots, picking up the other box.

“Guess I'll go back to what I know.” he shrugs, and you shake your head at him, “You’re an odd man.” he only shrugs at your words. “So, are you getting groceries?” he asks, “Uh I have a couple things I need to get but I also need an outfit.”

“An outfit?” He raises a brow. “I have dinner.” you say grabbing a bottle of detergent, looking for the softener. “Johnny finally grew some balls, I see?” he snickers. “It’s just dinner.” you shrug, “Can you grab that?” he looks at you and points to his shoulder, “sorry.” you blurt, reaching for the big bottle. “He’s gonna propose.” He laughs. “He’s not.” you say organizing your cart so the new edition can fit. You start walking out to the laundry aisle, heading towards the outdoor section. “What are you getting now?” Simon asks, walking at your side. “You’re a part of my errands now?”

“Guess so. Can I put this in here?” he asked, holding his box of dryer sheets over the cart. You nod and he drops it in, not caring where it lands. “I need some soil.” you say aloud reminding yourself. You both get to the soil section looking over the types and picking up two new planting pots.

“So you and Johnny huh?” he says snapping you out of your soil reading session. “Me and Johnny huh?” you say in return. “You guys, you know?” he winks and you roll your eyes, “No,I don’t” you snort. “You’re stingy.” He jokes, “I’m private.” you point at him. “You're a pointer, that's what you are.” he points back at you, causing you to laugh at his actions.

“We’re just getting dinner, nothing more, nothing less.” you shrug, Simon narrows his eyes at you, “ Yeah, yeah.” he sighs. “I’m serious.” you giggle. “I am too, just don’t invite him in.” He smirks. “Gross, Simon.” you groan and he cackles at your distorted face.

“Well I better get going” he pats your shoulder, The warmth of his hand making you feel feral enough to eat him whole. You frown, “Thought you were gonna be a part of my errands?” He smiles lightly, “Some other time” He says, “Wouldn't want your boyfriend to get mad at you.” he jokes one more time. “Oh god!” You exasperate. He laughs, “I’ll see you monday.” he winks, he grabs his box of laundry sheets, and pats your shoulder again and walks back inside, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You wanted to watch him walk back to the door. A part of you wished it was Simon who’d text you. You felt guilty for it. You felt even guiltier for fondling your bits at the thought of him. You grab a bag of soil and throw it in the cart lazily, pushing it through the automatic doors.

Your back in the car waiting for your phone to connect to the bluetooth. Staring ahead. “Don’t invite him inside.” You’d invite Simon in if he’d let you. “Don’t be gross.” you say as you look in the rear view mirror. You needed to get something, “Kind of fancy” Johnny’s words, not yours. So you go to the mall, it's a 30 minute drive and luckily you have so much time to spare. The reservation is set at 8 and it’s barely 2.

When you finally get there, you hit up the usual stores. Go to sephora, buy a couple things and finally get a cute dress. You stop at the candied apple shop and buy yourself one. Sitting at the food court alone, you watch couples eat chinese food, or buy drinks from the boba tea shops.

‘The mall would be a cute date’ you think to yourself. You’d never been to a fancy restaurant on a first date. You weren’t into fancy cuisine and you don’t really understand the culinary arts. But if foods are good, foods are good. That’s all that really matters to you.

Johnny’s a fun guy, right? Maybe you’ll have fun tonight, maybe a little more of his personality will show. You get up from your seat and throw the rest of your apple away.

On your way home, you started to stress a little bit, were you really doing this? You tried your best to brush off the feeling of dread. But it was still there, and so were those feelings of Simon.

When you get home you fill the two bowls of cat food, putting one bowl in your small front porch and the balcony in the back. The regular black and white cat already perched on the back balcony’s railing, “Hi there, baby.” you say softly reaching to pet the top of its head softly, “am I having a day?” you chuckle scratching behind its ear. The cat jumps and heads for the bowl, taking a couple of bites and then runs off to go back to god knows where.

You go back inside, switch some plants into the new pots and then decide to get ready. You jump in the shower, do your hair and makeup, waiting a bit to get dressed. You open up a small bottle of Rose that had been chilling in your fridge for a couple of days. Sitting on the couch in just your robe, you feel bored and you want to bother simon. Ask him what he was up to, what else did he get up too. You wanted to tell him all the things about today, what you saw at the mall, what you brought home, what you were wearing.

You stare at your reflection on the tv. All prettied up. You sat until you had an hour to wait for Johnny, putting your dress on, body butters and creams so your skin would be smooth, glittery and glowy. You put your jewelry on, making sure to stack your rings, and fix your anklet and toe rings. 15 minutes until Johnny comes and you're barely putting your perfume on, taking pictures of yourself and choosing which one to put on your instagram story. A bunch of mirror selfies, and pictures of your face makeup to see if it matches, you get a text message that he’s down the street, You rush running around the house barefoot searching for the new shoes you found at the thrift, Prada kitten stilettos. You grab your purse, ID and pepper spray just in case.

“I’m here!” The text reads. You spray yourself on more time with perfume, and rush out the door, you can see Johnny's headlights from your front door. You lock your door and do a speed walk to his car, you open the passenger door and get in. “Hi.” you smile, “Hey!” he says, looking at you “You smell good.” he adds. “Thank you, I bought the perfume today.” You answer.

“You look handsome.” You compliment and he smiles lightly, “You look good.” He keeps his eyes on the road and your eye almost twitches. Everything was just, good? “So did you find this restaurant yourself?” you ask hoping for more conversation, and trying to be better than good.

“Through a friend.” you nod. “Through a friend,” you repeat, “What’s the menu like?” you question. “Just a mix of things.” he shrugs. You hum and stare out the window. This night has to be over quickly. “Can I put some music on?” you ask, “Uh sure.” he points to the aux cord in between the seat and middle console. You grab it and plug it in, hitting shuffle, letting it play whatever.

The car ride to the restaurant was more awkward than any encounter you’ve had with an old man hitting on you, And that’s very awkward.

“I’ve never been to a restaurant like this.” you say looking around, “Really?” He says, looking at the menu. “It’s pretty in here.” you look at all the other couples around talking, laughing, drinking wine. “Should we get some wine?” you perk up. “Sure.” he shrugs.

You both order a glass and you almost down yours. “So, johnny?” you chuckle at yourself. “So.” he says. “What have you been up to?” you ask. “Nothing really. Work is all.” he chuckles.

Johnny’s so handsome but, poor guy. “That’s it?” you say in disbelief, “Oh kay. So what's your favorite color?” You take a sip from your drink. “Blue.” another sip.

“Do you have siblings?” “Just a brother and two sisters.” Another sip.

And that’s how it went all night, trying to pull information out of him. For twenty minutes until you both ordered. “Why’d you leave early on friday?” He asks, mouth full of food. “I had a really bad headache.” you answer, trying to hide your grimace. “Oh.” he takes another bite and then sips from his glass. “Did you miss me too much?” you try to tease. “Uh no?” your smile drops, “I was joking.” you say, and then clear the discomfort in your throat.

“Well I am just stuffed.” you say, with one of your sides still on your plate. You pick up your third glass of red wine, and down it. Johnny’s eyes on you. “You a big fan of wine?”

“I’m a big fan of anything that makes me have a good time.” you smile sarcastically.

Johnny pays and you excuse yourself to the bathroom. Feeling slightly buzzed, you check your own location, you are on the other side of town. So 45 more minutes of awkward conversation and just weird subliminals. You look at yourself in the mirror. You look good, you smell good.

Everything's good. The food was good. The wine was good, that song choice was good, everything was good, not great, not pretty, not beautiful, not even cool, just good.

You sigh and open your messaging app, and your thumb hovers over Simon's contact. You stare at it for a long time, maybe you could call him up, and complain, he’d listen. Johnny doesn’t, everythings good to him. He sure does pay attention to the cute little server in her cute little hostess outfit. You noticed. You didn’t say anything, just sat there and ate the splatter of whatever vegetable that was decoration on your plate.

You’d felt like this before. When you were young and the boys overlooked you for your friends, they were prettier. You understood the boys, your friends were and still are pretty and have beautiful personalities. Your eyes started to water, you grabbed some tissue and cleaned your eyes. A knock on the door interrupts your little moment. You opened it and there Johnny stood, “you okay?” he asks brows furrowed, “Yeah” you nod.

You get back in the car and sit with your body turned to the window. “Food was good.” He says breaking the silence. “Mhm.” you hum. “You got a buzz?” he chuckles, “No, I'm great.” you say quietly. Looking at the lights on the street. You can see a gas station coming up and an Idea pops up in your head. “Actually, can you stop at the gas station?” He looks at you confused but switches lanes to turn in anyway, “Is there a reason?” He questions you. “I’m gonna get another ride, I have something else after this.”

“I can drop you off-” you cut him off quickly, “No need!”

He pulls into the gas station and you get out, waving at him, you walk to the entry. A lady with bright blue eyeshadow works the front counter, “Nice shoes.” you look down, “Thank you” you smile. You open your contacts and click on Simons, not thinking at all.

“Hello?” his deep voice picks up. “Hey.” you say softly, “Were you sleeping?”

“I was laying down.” he says, not confirming or denying. “I’ll call some other time-” he stops you with a hush, “What’s wrong?” you suck in a breath and that makes him sigh. “What happened?” he asks, concerned.

“I’m at a gas station.”

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nctsplug02 · 8 months

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okay but like smth i’ve been having on my mind is that johnny LOVES when he’s gets to have ur thighs around his head ,,, like that man is in HEAVEN especially with thick thighs…

(♥️)

GENRE: fluff, smut, hot dilf next door, older male!mc and younger fem!mc (age gap).

WARNINGS: age gap; (41-25), thick thigh reader, kissing, flirting, possessiveness, praising, thigh fuck, face sitting, oral sex (F receiving), and cum eating!

you rub your eyes with a yawn while you walk down the staircase.

“oh, hey there.” you gasp, biting back a scream when seeing your 6’2 giant boyfriend in the kitchen, half naked and holding a coffee mug with the labels; “i♥️my girlfriend.”

“i’m so glad my throat is worn out, otherwise i would’ve woken up the whole neighborhood.” johnny laughs and grabs your waist, pulling you in and giving you a kiss. “i’m pretty sure you already did last night.”

you smack his chest. “i’m kidding! maybe,” he mumbles. “g’morning, princess.” you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him once more before pulling away.

“morning, love. how’d you sleep?” you ask and fix his messy bed hair. “slept like a perfect baby. especially after eating your pussy.. slept amazing.”

you giggle and hide your face in his chest as he cups your ass cheeks.

you pull away and press a kiss on his jaw. “can you make me a cup of coffee, love?” johnny nods with a soft hum and taps your thigh.

you jump and instantly johnny catches you. he brings you over to the counter next to the coffee maker and sits you next to the machine.

“how are you feeling after last night?” johnny asks, grabbing your matching mug (i♥️my boyfriend) and pouring the black coffee into it.

“sore; my thighs, hips and clit are so sore, right now.” you rub your hips while watching johnny add creamer into your coffee. “aw, i’m sorry, princess.” johnny hands you your mug.

you take a sip and nod, groaning at the sweet taste. “you make the best coffee, i swear.”

“well, i do own the best café in the city.” you set down your mug and nod. “mhm, that’s where we first met. i’m sorry, again.”

johnny laughs and shakes his head. “it’s fine, princess. i know you didn’t mean to spill coffee on me.”

johnny, your boyfriend of four years who owns a small coffee shop and is a CEO at one of his parents companies.

“that reminds me. what time is it, don’t you have to get ready for work?” johnny shakes his head and spreads your legs, wedging himself between them and picking up his mug.

“it currently is,” he looks behind him and turns back to you. “ten in the morning and no, the meeting i was supposed to have at the company was postponed for next week.”

you frown, “that sucks but yay, another day for us!” you say with a small cheer.

“mhm,” johnny sets down his mug. “and, what would you like to do today since it’s a day for us?” johnny rubs your thighs and bites his bottom lip.

“you think we can go to ikea? i need a dresser for my guest room.” johnny groans and rolls his eyes. “can’t you just move in already?”

johnny, your boyfriend of four years, who’s also your next door neighbor.

“love, we’ve already talked about this.” you cup his face and smoosh his cheeks so his lips pout. “i love you but i don’t know if i’m ready to move in yet.”

“baby, you’ve moved almost all your stuff into my house already. i think it’s kind of a waste to be paying rent on your own place when you’re over at my house 24/7.”

you bite your lip, he was right.

“i’ll think about it, alright?” johnny nods.

you set your mug down. “what should i make for breakfast?” you ask after hearing nothing but silence.

johnny smirks and it was a smirk you knew. “i’m craving for something sweet and juicy.” johnny plays with the end of your shirt.

“you want stake for breakfast?” johnny presses his lips together and glares at you. “i’m kiddingg,” you giggle and kiss his lips.

“you want my pussy, you gotta use your words and ask.” you wrap your legs around his waist and rub his bare chest. “c’mon, baby. just a little taste. i’ll order you waffles and boba?”

“extra boba?” johnny nods. “i promise.”

you pull off the oversized shirt and toss it on the ground behind johnny. “fuck, you aren’t wearing anything under?” besides a thong, you were bra-less. “i got a little lazy.” you shyly admit with a shrug.

“you’re so sexy.” johnny groans and grabs your hip, pulling them a bit forward and then slowly pulling off your thong.

johnny lowers himself onto his knees. “have i ever told you how much i love your thighs?” johnny smacks and watches the recoil from your thighs. “always.”

you gasp feeling his mouth come into contact with your inner left thigh. “n—not a day goes by without you telling me how much you love my thighs.” you sigh in relief when his nose brushes against your pussy.

“you smell so sweet.” johnny sighs and smears your folds. “i love your pussy so much.” johnny bites his bottom lip and then ghosts his thumb over your clit.

“stop being a tease and eat me out!” johnny chuckles at your impatient cry. “please?” you add.

johnny chuckles, again and shakes his head. “so impatient.. it’s pathetic.”

johnny presses a kiss on your folds and pulls back. “while i eat your pussy, i want you to think about you moving in with me, got it?” you nod in a hurry. “okay, okay! just.. please hurry?”

you moan in a dreamy way when feeling johnny mouth your pussy. his tongue laps your folds and flicks your clit.

your hands find themselves tangled in johnnys hair. moans pour from your throat and groans spill from johnny as he laps up your juice.

“j—johnny,” you gasp and pull on his black locks. “y—you’re a menace.” your gasp pitches up when he sucks your clit.

johnny pulls away and licks his lips. he looks up at you through his lashes with hungry eyes. “i just.. mm.. love how sweet you taste.” johnny licks your right inner thigh and begins sucking a hickey where he’d just licked.

your legs hang from johnnys shoulders, toes curled, thighs suffocating your boyfriend who doesn’t mind.

your fingers tighten around johnnys locks as he goes back to eating your pussy but this time his fingers are slipped inside you.

your chest is lifting heavily and falling back at the same pace. your moans are filling up the perfect sized kitchen. your eyes are shut tightly to keep this as a memory.

“mm,” johnny pulls away and wipes his chin with the back of his hand. “gonna cum yet, princess?” johnny asks, looking up at you through his lashes.

you nod with an uncomfortable face.

“c’mon,” johnny sucks on your clit and groans, “cum on my tongue, baby.” your legs hanging off his shoulders begin to tremble, johnnys fingers had hit the best spot causing you to fall weak.

with a cry of pleasure, you cream on johnnys fingers and tongue.

johnny pulls away with one last kiss on your clit and comes up with his fingers in his mouth, he groans as he sucks them clean.

“mm, boy am i full.” johnny smiles and rubs his bare belly. “tch,” you sit up and allow your legs to slowly shut. “lucky you.” johnny helps you off the counter and holds you by the waist.

your chest pressed against his bare chest, you on your tiptoes and your face making a fake angry face.

“i still want my breakfast, suh.” johnny lifts you so you’re off your feet for a split second and kisses your neck. “of course, it’s what i promised and i don’t break my promises.”

johnny grabs his phone which is on the counter behind you and begins ordering your breakfast. “babe, can i get a side of hashbrowns and eggs? i really like the eggs, they have cheese in them!” johnny chuckles and nods.

“anything for you, baby.” he rubs your thighs and ass while confirming the order.

“babe,” you clench your thighs together and hold onto johnnys arm. “yeah, baby? what’s wrong?” he holds you up in front of him. “my thighs—the baby powder isn’t working anymore!”

you and johnny were at the club with his friends and yours combined.

while getting ready, you were torn between two dresses; a barbie pink thigh cut dress with the straps tied around your neck or a black and nude dress with a long v-cut in the middle.

johnny being the fashionista he is and picks the barbie pink dress, saying it fits the club better and saying how you’d outshine (glow) everyone like you always do.

“what’s wrong with your thighs, baby? are they starting to chafe?” you nod as johnny rubs the peeling skin. “okay, let’s go home. i’ll take care of you, baby, don’t worry.”

johnny finds one of his buddies and tells them to tell the rest that you and him were taking off because he wasn’t feeling well.

your heart melted by how he took the blame.

“i think i have some vaseline and bandaids in the car somewhere but i’ll have to look as soon as we get to the car.” johnny says guiding you out the club.

you wince and stop when reaching a stop sign. “dude,” you laugh in pain and grab the pole that holds the stop sign. “my thighs are absolutely killing me!”

johnny laughs and watches with his hands now in his pockets as you rub your inner thighs. “my skin is peeling, i can feel my skin burning and my thighs scraping against the other.”

“alright, baby. take your heels off.” a bright glow outlines your body when hearing johnnys command, you knew exactly what he meant by that.

“yay!“ you clap your hands and do little hops before undoing your heels. “piggy or shoulder?” you shrug and hand johnny your left heel. “whichever is easiest for you.”

johnny smirks, “both are easy but there’s only one of you and i’d like to keep it that way.”

with one hand, you hold both your shoes while johnny picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder. “you alright, baby?”

“perfectly fine!” you say with a giggle and a little kick.

“this is absolutely perfect.” johnny says as he begins to walk. “how so?” you ask while hanging lifelessly. “because, my face is facing your thighs and i fucking love your thighs.”

“you love my thighs or you love fucking my thighs?” johnny stays silent. “both, of course.” you roll your eyes.

“that reminds me,” you hum. “how are your thighs now? still hurting—? oh, look. our car!” you grab your bag and dig around for the keys, holding them out by your ass when finding them.

you close your bag and let it hang lifelessly with your arms. “my thighs are fine for now. i can feel the skin just.. absolutely stinging.”

johnny sits you in the passenger seat after unlocking the car and opening the passenger side. “can we get food on the way home?” you ask while seat belting yourself. “sure, what are you in the mood for?”

“i don’t know.” johnny glares at you. “i’m not really craving for anything specific, i’m just hungry.” johnny doesn’t say anything and shuts your door. “uh, rude!” you shout.

“figure out what you’re in the mood for and i’ll take us to go get some.” johnny says when entering the drivers side and buckling himself in. “i’m feeling beef tacos right now.”

“beef tacos it is! let’s go to our favorite taco truck?” you look at the time, 11:23PM. “it’s almost midnight, i’m not sure if they’re open.” you look at johnny with a sad pout. “we can go check and if they’re not then we can go find another place to eat at or something else to eat.” you nod and johnny drives off.

“c’mon, babe. it wasn’t bad last time, we loved it.” you shake your head and toss the folded jean on the jean pile.

you pick up johnnys barbie pink boxer and sigh. “babe, for the last time. we’re not doing anal tonight! the last time we did anal, i could barely sit for a week straight!”

johnny giggles and scratches his head. “i know, i’m sorry. but, hey! you told me i could go at whatever pace and you just felt so damn good, i couldn’t resist.”

“please, baby.” you look back at johnny with a glare. “maybe another time, johnny. tonight is not the night for anal.”

“can we thigh fuck, then?” you snort.

you look back at johnny who stands against the door frame with his arms crossed. “i’ll think about it, okay?”

johnny goes silent and stays silent for a few minutes. “okay, can you hang up our shirts?” you ask johnny and fold the last pair of shorts. “of course, baby.” johnny takes the basket and goes into the closet.

you finish shoving all the neatly folded clothes into a drawer and you walk into the closet, watching as johnny hangs the shirts in a color coordinated way.

“johnny,” you wrap your arms around his broad chest. “you still up for a quick thigh fuck?” johnny tosses the shirt that was in his hand back into the basket and turns, grabbing you and guiding you to the bed.

you sit in the bed with johnnys tap of demand and watch as johnny pushes down his sweats. your eyes widen and blinks repeat several times when seeing johnnys cock spring free.

“i will never pass on a thigh fuck with you. your thighs are my favorite body part on you.” johnny says in the softest yet nastiest tone ever.

it was mixed with both honey like and sultry.

johnny goes for your leggings. “what happened to my boobs being your favorite?” johnny pauses with the leggings scrunched on your knees. “that was yesterday but today it changed to your thighs.”

he pulls off your leggings and tosses them behind him. “does that make me look sexy?” johnny asks. “you’re always sexy, john.” he laughs. “i know but, did me throwing your pants behind me make me look sexy?”

“yeah, i’m so wet from that.” johnny groans and reaches down, rubbing your pussy through your damp panties. “fuck, baby.”

“nuh-uh, no mind changing. stick to what you wanted and fuck my thighs already.” johnny clenches his jaw and glares at you.

his stare is subtle and dark.

you gasp when johnny lands a slap on your pussy. “don’t tell me what to fucking do, brat.” he lands another slap on your pussy and this time you don’t make a sound, only barely whimpering and pouting at his meanness.

johnny stands straight and grabs the bottle of oil from his nightstand, spreading your legs a bit and dropping a few drops of oil on your thighs.

johnny snaps the oil bottle shut and tosses it next to you. he rubs the oil in between your thighs and uses the leftover oil on his hand and rubs his cock with it.

“fuck,” johnny whispers when feeling his hardness and rubs the precum from his tip.

just as if it was your pussy, johnny slips between your thighs. “shit,” johnny sighs when feeling your warm thighs around his cock.

you let out a wince when johnny slaps your thighs.

johnny has your legs propped against his shoulder while he fucks your thighs. you watch as his tip disappears and reappears from between your thighs.

“fuck, baby.” johnny hisses and moans.

you raise your arms above your head and rest your arms on your forehead. you only look up when your thighs don’t feel johnny thrusting anymore.

“johnny—?”

johnny pulls your lavender pantie so that they’re stuck above your knees. “i can’t resist your pretty pussy, baby.” johnny says and enters you, you gasp and grab his hand on your thigh.

“god, you’re so big, johnny!” you mumble and moan as he fucks you.

johnny lets out groans and pants as he thrusts his hips like there’s no tomorrow. “you feel so amazing, baby.” he hugs your legs and lifts his shirt, peeking at how well you take him.

“you’re so good for me, y/n.” johnny pauses and reaches down, grabbing your shirt and lifting it, pulling up your bra after not succeeding the first time. “fuck, you’re so, so, good for me.”

your breasts bounce every time his abdomen hits your ass. “you’re just perfect, baby. so fucking perfect. too perfect.” he spits out.

“look how well you’re taking me. you’re taking me so fucking well, baby.” johnny groans when seeing his cock being swallowed by your glistening pussy.

“urgh—i’m gonna cum!” johnny growls and tightens his grip on your thighs.

johnny reaches forward and grabs your large breasts, fondling and pinching your nipples.

“c—cum in m—me, johnny.” you grab his hand. “my baby wants me to cum in her?” you nod and slip his finger in your mouth, placing the finger pad on your tongue and suckling the saltiness.

“fuck me!” johnny groans and pulls his finger away, hugging your legs tightly.

his thrusts grow sloppy as he grows closer to his climax. you gasp and clench the bedsheets when johnny shoots ribbons of cum on your walls.

johnny chants a few curse words before spreading your legs and falling between them, laying his heavy breathing body on top of yours.

after sitting for a few minutes, you strike a conversation. “i’m hungry, are you?” you rest your hand on johnnys back. “a little, yeah. i could go for some food.”

“can we go eat out at a restaurant?” johnny lifts his head. “sure, why not.” johnny stands and pulls out of you, his cum slowly spills and a satisfied grin appears on johnnys face.

“i hope i don’t get mistaken as your uncle or dad, again. that shit is so fucking embarrassing.” you laugh and sit up. “it’s so funny whenever they mistaken you as my dad or uncle but, i can’t blame them. we are fourteen years apart after all.”

johnny rolls his eyes and stands, running his hand through his sweaty hair. “let’s take a quick shower and then we can go, okay?”

“uhh, i still have to do my makeup, do my hair and then pick out a pretty outfit that’ll make you wanna rip it off in the middle of the restaurant and fuck me on our table.” you pout.

“so, my pretty girl needs her time getting dolled up, i get it. but, every outfit you wear always makes me want to rip it off and fuck you on every surface.”

johnny slams the door after you stumble in, full on dying of laughter. your body shakes as you attempt to quiet yourself.

“it is not that funny, y/n.” johnny sighs and yanks off his tie.

“it is so funny!” you hold the wall for support as you die from laughter.

“i don’t get why people can keep their comments to themselves. i mean, seriously. do i really look like your dad?” johnny points to his face.

you laugh even harder and you cross your legs. “i’m gonna pee my pants!” you let out a cry and continue laughing.

“you aren’t even wearing pants, you dummy!” johnny glares at you with a pout.

johnny yanks you by the waist and stares down at you while you continue laughing. “y/n,” you look up at him and attempt to shut your laughter up.

you fail with snickers breaking your silence. “i’m sorry, it’s just so funny!”

after johnny holds you up for another good minute, you’re able to calm yourself.

“i appreciate and love that you find humor in a younger man asking for your number and assuming i’m your dad when finding out that we’re dating but, i find that rather disturbing and disrespectful. do you like younger men, y/n?” you look up at him with a now worried face.

“tell me, y/n. do you like younger men rather than older men? do younger men hitting on you give you better satisfaction than i do? can younger men please you the same way i do?”

johnny smirks when hearing no response. “that’s exactly what i thought. please go to the room and strip on the bed.”

“you party pooper.” you mumble while walking to the bedroom with your arms crossed and lips all pouty.

“what was that?” johnny shouts, cuffing his sleeves and undoing a few buttons of his button up.

“i said you’re a party pooper!” you shout back and pick your pace up while going up the stairs when hearing johnnys sarcastic chuckle.

oh, this was gonna be an amazing night.

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partycatty · 3 months

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I can't get enough of young Johnny MK11! I love him, god!🥵 How do you like this topic for fanfic? Fem!reader put his jacket and glasses on his naked body, and took sexy selfies.😎❤️‍🔥 Johnny saw this aaand here I’m already giving way to your fantasy hehe~

Thank you in advance! I like the way you write! Well done💕

i'm not sure if i read it right ?? lmk, but i went with my interpretation

johnny cage > call me

johnny's out late working, as usual. you've had enough of waiting and decide to bait him into coming home early

warnings: PHONE SEX TEEHEE

notes: do you guys also like genuinely tweak out wishing he was real? he's so perfect? peak malewife? wishing u were [REDACTED] his [REDACTED] rn?

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• you were often left to your own devices when it came to living with johnny. he, after all, was a star constantly running around on new projects. any studio would be at his knees for just one contract. he was hollywood's richest man, and you were lucky to call him your boyfriend.

• sure, it had it's moments. the paps stealing upskirt shots from you wasn't ideal, neither was the bush stalking. but you could see past that. what was hardest was when johnny would be gone all through the night, dressed in that stupid ninja mime getup that you learned to loathe since it pulled him away more than his other works. does the world really need a ninja mime trilogy? yes, apparently.

• boredom overtook you, since browsing on your phone for eight hours was now becoming a horrible habit on your neck - and mental stability. you took to mopping the floors, tidying the countertops, dusting his awards. finally, you settled on your walk-in closet.

• it was spacious, big enough for you to each get a side. your side was always decently organized to your liking, but johnny's was... atrocious. jackets hung on one sleeve, some on the floor. the only thing that was neatly organized on his side was the giant rack of sunglasses. he always had a pair to match the outfit and occasion. he probably had about three pairs on him at work.

• as you tried to rearrange his clothing, his distinct, classy scent filled your nose, sticking to the inside of your nose and you couldn't help but feel heated. you missed him, him and his dick. you took a deep whiff of his iconic blue and purple jacket, the one he left at home knowing he'd have to get in costume anyway.

• you threw it over yourself, embracing your torso and spinning in the mirror. it fit him perfectly, but on you it was like a blanket. the sleeves sagged off of your arms and your midsection was swimming. his size was impressive, his form shaped like a greek god.

• you couldn't help yourself, the memories of him and scent turned you on. blame pheromones, dammit! but, you realized you could take advantage of this.

• throwing your shirt off, you donned the jacket again, wearing it like he does - chest exposed. a purple pair of sunglasses practically screamed your name from the rack and you put them on. you looked just like him...! no, not really.

• touching yourself in his clothes was not a new idea, but there certainly was a new idea blossoming in your head. you pulled your phone out and snapped a mirror selfie, trying to flex like he does but your muscles were muffled from the loose fabric.

• how's this for the next cagecon? you text johnny, attaching the photo. you didn't expect him to reply right away, considering he was at work. but before you could lock your phone for the moment, his name popped up within milliseconds.

• don't take me away from work, baby! johnny replies with a winking emoji.

• what if i want to? it's so lonely in your mansion, you reply with an angel emoji, sitting on the edge of your shared bed as you fight a grin. you angle the phone downward, capturing your bare chest. your nipples brush against the jacket, making them stick out through the front. johnny takes a moment to reply, but you feel your phone vibrate once, then twice, then three times.

• fuck, you're so hot in my clothes.

• i'm taking my break early. can't work with a boner.

• the third message was a short video of him palming himself through that stupid costume. the only thing you can thank that outfit for is how prominent it makes his bulge.

• phone sex through texts was also nothing new to you two, considering the distance. as your fingers sink under your panties, assuming that's where things will go before you get a fourth message.

• call me. please.

• you sit up straight, biting your lip. his desperation always got you going. you kicked your pants and panties aside.

• you send one last photo, your body spread out on the bed in his clothes. your hand conceals your dripping pussy playfully.

• why should i? you shoot the message out, giggling at your own words.

• johnny doesn't even reply, he opens your message and calls you. you eagerly accept his call. his voice is echoey and rough. you realize he's hiding in the bathroom. his breathing is heavy.

• "are you proud of yourself?" he asks in a low rumble, trying to stay quiet but his flustered huffing makes his voice whiny. "look at what you did."

• he sends a photo. his cock is eager and out, and you see a teardrop of precum on his tip. you happily exchange that photo for another one, a short video of you gingerly touching yourself. he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

• "i couldn't wait til i'd get home," he admits, and you hear the slick sounds of him jerking off. "i want to, i want to come home and fuck you like that, but i'm here for another two hours."

• "you couldn't have waited?" you ask in disbelief, circling small loops on your aching clit.

• "no." johnny's reply sounded so sure of himself, so convinced in his words. he was as firm as he would've been if you asked him if he killed someone. he knew this to be a fact, he could not wait. "i can't help it, sweetheart. you're just so... god."

• his breaths get heavier and needier, you can sense he's speeding up on himself. you try to match what you assume is his pace, one that he confirms through another video. he held the phone below his dick, giving you a delicious view of his abs and bobbing adam's apple as he swallowed hungrily.

• his arms were painted white, but his hands were his usual flesh tone since he wore gloves for the costume. even still, his veins were incredibly prominent and really helping you reach your climax.

• "we gotta make this quick, baby," he grumbles into the phone, muffling his moans through bitten lips. you're a little louder due to your privacy, much to his delight. "people'll start looking for me."

• "johnny," you whimper out, back arching up off of the bed. "i'm already close." through your haze, you get a video of you masturbating wildly, the jacket now sliding down to your sides and fully revealing your tits as you fuck yourself. "i-i need you, i need you so bad-"

• "i know, baby," he breathlessly replies, straining himself to avoid moaning out your name and attracting attention. "let me hear how badly you need me."

• you could only spew out utter nonsense at this point as your orgasm is dangerously close. he seems to get the memo, though, and gives you permission to cum with him. your needy cries and his muffled grunts make a perfect chorus that you only wish were in person.

• when your breathing slows, as does his, you hear him chuckle to himself. a new message appears in your chat.

• his weeping dick was cradled in his palm, as was a entire handful of semen dripping down his fingers. he wanted to show you just how hard you made him cum from phone sex alone.

• "round one was now," he mumbles as you hear him tear a piece of toilet paper to wipe his hand. "round two is when i get home. you gonna be ready for it, princess?"

• the phone rests on your bare, damp chest as you fixate on the ceiling. you take the sunglasses off and wipe your face with a smile.

• "i'm always ready," you reply with a giggle.

• "that's my girl. see you in two hours. i love you." and with that, he hangs up, leaving you a naked, sweaty mess that's only concealed in his jacket.

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jensengirl83 · 8 months

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Dirty Dancing

Dean x reader

Word Count- 3885

Warnings- SMUT, idiots in love, mutual pining

A/N- I was listening to my playlist, and "Cry To Me" by Solomon Burke played, and this whole fic played out in my mind, so I had to write it! I really hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

Dean was walking through the bunker, wondering where Y/N had disappeared to. One minute she was sitting at the table in the library, and when he came back in from the garage, she was gone. It wasn’t uncommon for her to disappear somewhere in the bunker, but he needed to do a supply run and wanted to ask her if she needed anything.

He caught himself wanting, no, needing to make sure she was okay lately, checking in with her before he even asked Sam if he needed anything. He knew why but didn’t want to admit it out loud. Dean was ass over tea kettle in love with Y/N. How could he not be? She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, not to mention that she could hold her own on any hunt put before her. She was smart. As he would put it, she was Sammy smart. She knew her lore just as well as his brother, and that was impressive, considering Sam was a giant, walking encyclopedia.

He and Y/N had been friends for years. She had moved into the bunker with them not long after he and Sam had discovered its existence. But they had known each other long before that. Bobby had introduced her to the brothers shortly after John’s death. Her father had been a hunting buddy of Bobby’s, and he had taken her in when her father had gotten killed on a hunt. Granted, she was twenty-four when her father died, but Bobby didn’t want her to be out there on her own. Dean had been smitten from the first time he had seen her but never acted on it, happy to have her as a friend until lately. Now, she was all he could think about, and to be honest, it was scaring the shit out of him.

His thoughts were interrupted as he walked upon her door. What sounded like her TV on had gotten his attention. He peeked in her cracked door and couldn’t help but smile at the sight before him. Y/N was sitting cross-legged on her bed, her hair up in a messy bun, her eyes glued to the movie playing in front of her. Even in her old pajamas, her hair a mess on top of her head, Dean had never seen anything as beautiful. His heart fluttered in his chest as he looked at her, a smile pulling at his lips as he knocked on her door to let her know he was there. He could stand there and watch her all day, but he didn’t want her to catch him staring and think he was a creep.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m heading out on a supply run. Do you need anything?” he asked, smirking as her eyes never left the TV to look at him.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Movie that good, huh?” he laughed, finally making her break her eyes away and look at him.

“Damn right it is,” she exclaimed loudly, a small giggle leaving her, making Dean’s heart flutter yet again, “It’s one of my favorite movies.”

“Really? Dirty Dancing is one of your favorites?”

“Absolutely! It’s a classic!”

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckled, trying to aggravate her. He loved when he could get her flustered. It was the cutest damn thing.

“Are you serious right now?! It’s so romantic. Especially this scene,” she sighed dreamily as she turned her attention back to the movie.

Dean looked up to see it was the scene where Johnny was dancing with Baby in his cabin. Yes, he knew this scene, as he had seen this movie before. Swayze always gets a pass!

“Women really find this stuff romantic?” he questioned, watching her reaction closely.

“Yes,” she replied softly, watching the scene intently, “And a man that can dance is just sexy.”

His heart almost stopped when she smiled and winked at him, her gaze swiftly returning to the movie. He watched her as she continued to watch, her expression was soft, and did he see want in her eyes as she watched the two on TV dance together?

Little did he know that he was right. Her heart beat faster as she watched the scene, her imagination running wild as she pictured it was her and Dean dancing together that way. Her chest felt tighter as the sadness that it would never happen washed over her. All she wanted was for Dean to want her as badly as she wanted him, but he would never see her that way. She sighed softly as she looked over to see him still looking at her, and she smiled, trying to cover the hurt she was feeling at that moment.

“Actually, could you pick me up some ice cream? I feel like just being lazy and eating junk while I watch movies all day,” she asked, knowing she needed to be alone the rest of the day. It was getting harder to hide her feelings for him, and she didn’t have the strength to fight it today.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

It had been a few days since she had spent the day by herself. She was glad Dean had left her alone, considering she had watched, as he would call them, ‘chick flicks’ and cried at the longing to be with him, knowing it would never happen. Luckily, today was a better day. She had cried out all her frustrations and was happy to be in the library with the boys. She smiled as she looked around her, grateful that she was where she was. A hunter’s life can be very lonely, and even though she wanted to be with Dean other than his friend, she had to accept that it could be worse. At least she had them in her life at all. The sound of a chair scraping the floor broke her thoughts as she saw Dean standing and walking out towards his room.

“What’s that about?” she asked, looking at Sam for an answer.

“No clue. Who really knows with him,” he shrugged, returning to the book he was reading.

She looked between Sam and where Dean had disappeared down the hallway. She sighed as she stood to go to her room. So much for spending time with Dean today, it seemed. He had been acting off since he left her room the day she was watching movies, now that she thought about it. She couldn’t figure out what happened that would make him distance himself from her. The more she pondered on it, she realized he had been holed up in his room a lot since that day. She felt her phone buzzing in her pocket as she reached her bedroom door. Taking it out to see that Dean had texted her asking her to come to the Dean cave. Maybe she would get to spend some time with him after all.

As she opened the door to the room, she saw Dean standing in the corner beside his record player, a shy smile on his face. Curious, she walked into the room, shutting the door behind her as she approached the man she longed to be closer to. He looked nervous, which wasn’t a look that she had seen on Dean very often. Once she was standing beside him, she looked up to see him staring down at her, his hand reaching out for her.

“Dance with me?” he whispered, terrified she would deny him.

She stood in shock momentarily, wondering if she had heard him right or if her ears were deceiving her. She looked between his face and his hand, frozen in disbelief. Before she could say anything, a look of hurt and rejection crossed his features as he started to pull his hand away. That jolted her out of her stupor, quickly grabbing his hand before he could put it in his pocket.

“I’d love to,” she smiled shyly, squeezing his hand gently.

His smile lit up the room. She hadn’t rejected him after all, and now, he hoped this would work as he had planned. With her hand in his, he picked up the needle to the player, sitting it on the record, turning to wrap her in his arms. As the music began to fill the room, she was stunned. The song played in the scene from Dirty Dancing she was watching when he came into her room that day. He began to sway with her exactly how Johnny was dancing with Baby. She couldn’t contain her giggle as he held her to him.

“Seriously? Damn it, woman, I’m trying to be romantic here,” he grumbled, looking at her with his best bitch face.

“I’m so sorry. Please continue,” she answered, not able to contain her smile.

He rolled his eyes dramatically but continued to sway her body with his. Her smile disappeared when he pulled her tighter to him, leaning down to rest his forehead on hers, his breath fanning her face. The look in his eyes made her gasp. She saw what she had wanted to see for years, desire for her. She felt light-headed with want for him. She had wanted him like this for so long, and now here she was, wrapped up in his arms, as he danced with her.

The song had ended, but he was still swaying them slowly, unable to let her go, afraid she would disappear if he released her from his arms. She wasn’t in a hurry to move, though. She knew she was where she was meant to be, in the strong arms of the green-eyed hunter that had won her heart a long time ago. Reluctantly, she pulled back, looking up to see him smiling down at her, and without hesitation, closed the small gap between them, pressing her lips to his in a barely there kiss.

She had imagined kissing Dean so many times, but even in her most vivid dreams, she couldn’t have foreseen how good his lips would feel on hers or how much the little whimpers he made as she deepened the kiss and ran her tongue across his bottom lip would affect her. The feeling of the muscles in his shoulders moving under her fingertips as he moved his hands all over her body made her ache with desire. She had never wanted anyone so badly in her life, and it was finally happening, making her head swim with the idea of what was still to come.

Dean walked them back over to the couch without his lips ever leaving her, laying her down cautiously, watching her expressions to make sure she wanted this as much as he did. When he found no signs of hesitation, he leaned over her, slotting himself between her legs, his lips going to kiss and nibble her neck. He was in no hurry tonight. He was going to find every little spot that made her cry out, make her feel like she was the only woman in the world, because that’s exactly what she was to him.

Y/N was a withering mess beneath him. The way his body was pressing her into the couch, his lips on her neck, his hands gently caressing her would be the death of her, she was sure. She needed more, needed to feel his skin against her, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses all over her already sweat-sheened body. She pushed his flannel down his shoulders, letting him shrug it off before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it up his back as she tried to remove it. Dean chuckled as he sat back on his heels, pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor behind him.

“Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?”

She bit her lip as she nodded, a little embarrassed at how carried away she was becoming. No man had ever made her feel the things she was feeling at the moment. Maybe it was because Dean was just so fucking handsome or that she was so irrevocably in love with him, but whatever it was, she had never been so turned on in her life. And he hadn’t done anything but kiss her.

“Hey…” he whispered, getting her attention. He knew that look. She was in her head again. “This will only go as far as you want it to. I want to touch you, feel you, make you feel so damn good, baby, but only if that’s what you want,”

“I want you, Dean. I need you,” she whimpered, quivering in anticipation.

“Are you sure? We’ll stop right now…,”

“Don’t you dare stop,” she groaned, earning another chuckle from Dean.

“Whatever my girl wants,” he winked, leaning down to capture her mouth again.

He moved his lips down her jaw, kissing and lightly nipping her skin as he trailed down toward her ear, licking the spot right behind her lobe. The sound she made was between a moan and a whimper, and fuck him if he didn’t want to hear her make that noise over and over.

He bore his weight on his hands, stiffening his arms so he could look down at her, and the unbridled passion he saw looking back at him took his breath away. She really wanted him, and it made him want to drown himself in her, completely let go and show her just how much he wanted and loved her. He made it his mission right then to show her how special she was because, god damn if she wasn’t perfect.

“Can I?” he asked, pulling the hem of her shirt up slightly, smiling when she nodded at him somewhat shyly.

Once her shirt had been thrown behind them, he dropped himself down on his forearms, placing soft kisses on the swell of her breasts. Her hands entwined in the hair on the back of his head, pulling him to where she wanted him, and he couldn’t contain the groan that spilled past his lips. She was starting to relax and enjoy herself, and if that wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, he didn’t know what was.

She was writhing underneath him as he took her nipple in his mouth through the fabric of her bra, her back arching with pleasure as her pussy clenched around nothing. She could feel him smirk against her skin as he kissed his way down her abdomen, stopping at the waist of her leggings. He looked up, silently questioning if he could continue. He smiled wickedly as she nodded in approval, sliding them and her panties down in one pull.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered as he ran his hands down her legs, spreading them slowly so he could see all of her.

Dean sat back, taking a moment to just admire the woman lying there before him. He could never express his gratitude for being here with her like this, and it wasn’t about just the sex. He knew what she was giving him and how special it was, and he wouldn’t take it for granted. He wanted to give himself to her wholly, but he had never been so happy and terrified. This wasn’t some one-night stand that would walk away in the morning. She was his best friend, and that scared the shit out of him. What if he couldn’t make her happy? She deserved the world, and he didn’t know if he could be the one to give that to her.

“Dean, stop,”

His eyes shot to hers. This was it. She had finally realized that she was making a mistake. He hung his head, knowing she was too good for him. He should’ve known that he would never deserve someone like her. He turned to reach for her shirt to give back to her when he felt her hand on his cheek, making him look at her.

“I can see what you’re thinking, and I want this. I want you, Dean. I’ve wanted you for so long...Please...Please, Dean, make me yours,” she said, tracing his bottom lip with her thumb, “Make me your girl.”

The dam had broken. Every emotion he had kept bottled up where it concerned Y/N was now at the surface, and it was overwhelming, to say the least. She wanted him, was begging for him, and who was he to not give her what she wanted.

In a flurry of limbs, he had his jeans and boxers off in record speed. He nestled himself back between her legs, caging her in with his arms, his mouth crushing hers, trying to show her exactly how he felt without words. She slid her arms down his back to his hips, pulling him to grind against her, both of them groaning at the feeling. He moved his hand between them, running a finger through her soaked folds, teasing her entrance with the tip of his finger.

“So wet for me, sweetheart,” he groaned in her ear, “I haven’t even tasted you yet.”

“Not this time, please! I need you inside me,” she begged, not wanting to waste another second before she felt him.

“I have to get you ready for me first.”

He pushed his middle finger deep into her heat, slowly dragging it in and out before adding his index finger. The way she was moaning and clutching for him made it hard not to slam home right then, but he also wanted to make her come on his fingers. He moved his thumb to slowly circle her clit as his fingers moved inside her faster.

“D, please! I’m gonna...I’m…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence before she came hard on his fingers, soaking his palm with her juices. Her body shook with her release as she cried out, grinding her hips down on his hand. She swore she had seen stars. No one had ever made her come that hard with their fingers. He slowed down his pace as she came down, going limp, eyes shut tight and breathing hard. She could hear him sucking her taste off his fingers, making her shiver.

“Fuck…,” she huffed, finally opening her eyes to see him smiling down at her.

“There she is…,” he chuckled, leaning down to kiss her softly, “You okay?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she rolled him over to his back, straddling his hips. She didn’t wait as she grabbed his hard cock, lining it up with her and sinking down. The feeling of being so full, him stretching her so good, almost had her coming again. His size made her have to adjust for a moment. He was bigger than anyone she had ever had, and she could feel the difference.

She pressed her hands to his chest for leverage and began moving, riding him slowly and making him go deep. Her moans soon drowned out the song playing in the background as she felt the coil in her belly tighten again.

“That’s it, sweetheart, take what you want,” He growled, fighting hard to stave off his release.

“Dean...Oh, God…I’m so close.”

“Let go for me,” he said, reaching up to cup her chin in his hand, forcing her to look him in the eye, “Come, baby girl.”

It was almost like her body was at his command. The coil snapped as soon as the words left his mouth, sending a white-hot heat coursing through her. Her body collapsed on his chest, his arms holding her to him as he thrust up into her, working her through her high. He captured her lips as he rolls them over, placing her leg over his hip as he drives himself deep, whispering praises in her ear.

“You feel so good, Y/N. So wet and tight for me.”

“Dean, please…” she begged, unsure what she was begging for anymore.

“I’ve got you. I’ll always have you, baby girl,” he growled into her shoulder, fighting back his orgasm. He refused to let go until she came around him again, “Touch yourself for me. Come again.”

She whined at the sensitivity as she circled her throbbing bud. She didn’t think she could come again, completely blissed out from the two times she had already, but to her surprise, the coil started to wind tight again, her release right on the edge. Dean thrust in hard while he pulled her nipple in his mouth, and that’s all it took to send her flying off the edge. She came with his name passing her lips in a chant as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her pussy clenching around him threw Dean over with her, stilling deep as he filled her up, whispering her name in her ear over and over.

Neither wanted to move, both enjoying the post-sex haze, but now also scared of what would happen next. Dean was the one to break the stillness as he rolled away, pulling her back to his chest as they lay on the couch. He nuzzled his face into the back of her neck, breathing in the smell of hair as it cascaded across his face. If this ended up being a one-time thing, he wanted to enjoy this little bit of peace that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Hell, he didn’t know if he had ever felt peace like this.

“Dean,” she whispered, breaking the silence between them.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“What happens now?” her voice was so soft that he barely heard her.

He stayed quiet for a moment. Seriously thinking of how he wanted to answer her. He knew for a fact that he couldn’t go back to being her friend now. He was absolutely gone on her, and she needed to know it. He pulled her tighter against him as he began to speak.

“Well, I’m not sure how you feel, but Y/N, there’s no turning back for me now. I’ve wanted you for so damn long, and now that I have you, I can’t be just your friend anymore. If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m head over heels for you, sweetheart, and I’m all in. That is if you’ll have me.”

“All I’ve ever wanted was you,” she smiled, squeezing his hand that was resting on her stomach.

He kissed her head before he started to laugh softly, “I’m so damn glad I took the time to learn that dance.”

She turned in his arms quickly, looking at him in shock, “You learned that just for me?”

“Well, you said that a man that can dance is sexy,” he chuckled, kissing the tip of her nose.

“You didn’t have to learn that to be sexy, Dean.”

“Well, then, I don’t have to worry about having to dance again,” he smirked at her.

“No! I never said that. You were already sexy, but that dance made you extra sexy,” she giggled as he tickled her side.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he chided, grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch and covering them.

That night, they lay cuddled on the couch, stealing kisses and never taking their hands off each other. Both of them eventually fell into a blissful sleep. The first night of many that they slept in each other’s arms.

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no because why was I listening to futures song called rich sex and thought maybe I could request you to make a sex scene for the influencer wife x rapper Eren cause it just…goes so well with the song , cause like…imagine Eren was on tour right? And y/n is with him too , don’t you think it’ll be a GOOD ASS SMUT if they fuck WHILEEEE on tour? And then Eren is dressed up all in his expensive jewelry such as y/n and then he decides to fuck y/n for a lil adrenaline rush to hype him up before he gets on stage. So don’t you think that would be A GOOD ASS SMUT cause I think so too.

Oh. My. Goddddd!! This is perfect likeee, your mind. I’m biting my fist so hard thinking about this. 😩 say less, I got you bby!

(btw, I hope y’all ain’t sick of this storyline yet cause it’s fr my fucking fave and the only thing I’ll be talking about for the next week!)

“Baby, let's go have rich sex”

themes: riding, 69, choking, mentions of drinking and smoking, exhibitionism (if you squint), mirror sex, collapsed back shots, they just be fucking nasty fr so anything goes

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another day, another dollar as the saying goes but it was another night, another city down in the instance of the international recording artist…going from state to state, pouring his heart out on the stage in the form of his wonderful music. Although it had been some time, he still had it like he never left and the proof was in the form of not only his massive ticket sales but all of the tweets and tagged pictures, praising the rapper for his performance and love of his fans.

now, he was on his tour bus..headed to the next location on the docket of his North American leg. Surrounded by his crew, band and of course, the love of his life, (y/n) (l/n); having not too long ago celebrated the joyous occasion with those he cherished most as they all raised champagne glasses for a toast to Eren.

now the musician could be found in the luxurious master bedroom of the bus..lying atop the California King, shrouded in blue silk Versace bed linen, which was discreetly embroidered with the designer logo and his initials on the other side. A black robe from the same maker swaddling his freshly showered body..

mindless background noise could be heard playing from a fifty inch flatscreen mounted on the wall. Currently, he was blowing clouds of smoke into the air from the spliff placed between his lips..using it to ironically come down from the high of the evening. It was always his ritual of sorts to decompress after being on stage. A time of quiet reflection except now…

“You mind if I join you?..”

he had much to look forward to afterwards. That sweet, sexy voice he’d never grow tired of hearing, perking him straight up from his position. He’d be greeted by the pleasant surprise of his beloved bride-to-be, taking off your robe and standing at the foot of the bed in all white lace lingerie..contrasting that almost ethereal umber complexion. Like the smoothest Godiva and his biggest weakness, among other things..

those pretty ass titties sitting up perfectly in that bralette and cascading down your back were the forty inches of Brazilian bundles; black with honey blonde highlights at the very front. Those baby hairs styled and laid to perfection.

you truly were a goddess in the flesh.

“..and I was just wondering where your pretty ass was..c’mere, baby.”

the sentence followed by a wave of his finger, signaling you to climb on top of him. And with that deep, drowsy..sexy voice, you wouldn’t waste another second doing so. Immediately gliding a hand up his chiseled, tattooed chest and targeting his neck with gentle kisses;

flicking around his ear and hitting those giant studs in them. Your soft lips slightly brushing the diamonds of the customized ‘EJ’ chain, courtesy of famed jeweler Johnny Dang. A piece he acquired after the success of his very first album..a good luck charm of sorts, worth over ten bands..

but the collection didn’t stop there. A Patek scattered with VVS’ that could pay someone’s car note, grazed your bare ass as he gripped it with both hands amidst your make-out session.

(Y/N) slowly grounded on his lap to drum up the impending hard on that quickly formed at the sight of you. How could it not when his baby was adorned in matching pieces that glowed like fluorescents under the ceiling’s lavender lighting? The Cuban Link encrusted with pink diamonds and your name plate, a Rollie with the same color scheme and a glistening choker and anklet with his name on it.

all reminders of his rampant success and the fact that you were all his..taking pride in the fact that he could afford to not only splurge on himself but ice his girl out as well. One look around that bus and anyone could see how much he loved the lavish life..even if he didn’t flaunt it for the world to see.

“Y’know, I’m so proud of you, baby..I swear I’ll never get tired of hearing you perform.” the muffled words uttered in a sultry tone and one that made him feel better than any comment could. You really were his number one supporter and now, you wanted to give him a reward that no one else had to offer. Staring at his beloved with those gleaming green eyes that you loved so much, he’d crack a faint smile. “Yeah? I did a good job, huh mama?” that nickname always sending chills and tingles to unseen places…

honestly, being the perfectionist he was, he’d had doubts. There was no way he’d be able top his last performance or draw out another crowd like that. But you were going to remind him every time that he still was every bit of the star they said he was. And that was all the validation he needed.

you’d continue touching and licking all over him, trying to render that pretty physique of his completely nude. “…mmmm, yes and you looked sooo fucking good on that stage tonight..couldn’t wait to come fuck on you..”

admitting bluntly with your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, suckling on his skin and surely leaving a hickey or two. Meanwhile, you’d rub the thin seat of those panties against his erection, that was growing larger. The tiny wet spot forming as a result of the friction…which made him claw at the sheets. There was no way he’d ever survive this tour without you here! Months on the road without his girl?

FaceTime would’ve never sufficed but truthfully, you were turned on the second you saw him up on that stage..so confidently spitting his lyrics, commanding the crowd and talking his shit. What really done you in was the final song when he became shirtless;

black cargos hugging his waist and faintly exposing the waistband of his boxers..chains shining and sweat glistening from his ripped muscles as he was performing one of his more risqué joints. Looking direct at you when he rapped about fucking like he wanted to give you his child. Of course, his horny fangirls would probably disagree and say the message was meant for them..hence why they all began grabbing at his crotch.

“Yeah? ‘Cause I been needing some of that pussy too..”

..but rest assured, you were the only thing on his mind. That much confirmed by the way he was sucking his teeth and moaning. Pawing at your g-string to peel it back and expose your dripping center. Once that cool air hit your warmth, his cock was next; allowing you to tease yourself against his shaft as he opened up that bathrobe. So helplessly grinding and whimpering with his tip grazing your clit..leaning up momentarily only to align with your entrance..gliding down on it until you both heard the slight pop of it being inside. Almost immediately, Eren tossed his head back and moaned at the sensation of your tight grip.

“Oh fuck..” meanwhile, you were getting into position; planting both feet on the bed and a hand across his chest. Something about staring down to see him with that chain on as you bounced on that dick just made you wetter. And he knew you loved fucking him with that jewelry on so he wouldn’t dare remove it..neither of you could sit idle though so once you gathered your bearings, (y/n) began moving, slowly propelling yourself up and down on it just to get a feel.

the visible tightness of your insides gripping him with each one..it was because of that, this man would buy you the whole world if you asked. That pussy was worth billions as far as he was concerned! So once you started to add a little rhythm and speed to your riding, he’d glare up at you in amazement. Smacking noises erupting as you had already slathered him down in your slick from that previous teasing.. “..yeah, just like that, baby…’fucking me so good.”

it’d be a miracle if you didn’t wake the rest of the passengers on board with his loud moaning but you weren’t too far behind as that tip reached your spot. It never took much from this angle. “Just lay back, daddy..and let me do the work. You deserve it…” nothing made him feel better. Having this bad bitch fuck his brains out..a little buzzed from the alcohol and weed he consumer earlier, it was bliss.

“Mmm..thank you, baby. Oh my God..you feel so good right now..”

but you were struggling a bit, trying to gain your pace because no matter how many times the two of you made love, his massive size was still your weakness. But you took that shit every time like you owned it! Eventually, (y/n) was full blown fucking him..balancing perfectly on those tip toes and bouncing.

even deciding to throw a few tricks into the mix with that big voluptuous ass, twerking and dancing on that dick whilst you grabbed at his chain as a leash of sorts. That’s when you felt him pulsate inside of you and felt the sudden clutch of his heavy hand on your backside, followed by encouraging slaps to your cheeks. “yeah..let me know how good that pussy feels..how much you love when I ride this dick..” without a doubt, he was your bitch at the moment! Eyes stretched wide and mouth agape with loud moans as you clamped around that shaft once again.

a sheet of slimy, sticky arousal being the only barrier between your clashing flesh. It made no goddamn sense how messy you got.

“I fucking love that shit, mama…about to make me come in that pussy..she so wet f’r me too…fuuuck!” sounding so hot and helpless with those high pitched cries. You loved when he became submissive like this.

he was exhausted after moving around on stage for two hours and not too long ago, he was drained but right now, it was taking everything in him not to fuck up into you..but he knew you could handle it and soon, it would pay off. Continuing to ride until you felt your legs begin to weaken, you’d eventually lie flat against his torso and slam that round ass entirely on him; burying that cock until it hit your core. From there, you two met in a sloppy, passionate kiss..exchanging strings of saliva and sexy whimpers.

your mouth eventually meeting his ear, only to fill it with sweet cries. “I’m ‘bout to come, daddy! Fuck..I c-ca—“ your sentence coming to an abrupt halt as you felt a ping in your tummy and suddenly, couldn’t go another second. Your wobbly legs shot straight up as you reached your climax first. Which he wasn’t too mad at, considering the fact that he always wanted you to get that nut first and also, you were flooding him and his sheets with squirt.

not to mention, it gave him just the opening he needed to take control for this next position. “Nah, don’t run. Sit on this fucking face.” With a grin on his features, Eren reached over and clutched behind your thighs, bringing you down to his face to let some remnants fall into his open mouth. He loved your taste..drinking it in like it was the finest FiJi. His freakiness knew no bounds and you loved it.

“Mmmm, baby! Fuck!” (y/n) crying out as he slurped your juices and that swollen clit. You’d look back to see his manhood still standing at attention and twitching on its lonesome as he tongue fucked your pussy. But you didn’t have to miss out on the fun either as he instructed you to flip around so that you were locked into a sixty nine position. He hadn’t come yet so he wanted make sure to fill your pretty little throat with all that nut instead..

he was already enjoying his feast, flicking his tongue between your folds and even your asscrack when you managed to get acclimated with you began suctioning those plump lips around his shaft. Sucking him off and tasting yourself in the process..soon, your bodies were like a well oiled machine; working in tandem to give each other oral pleasure..the only thing heard from either end were soft whimpers and loud slurping.

putting his dick seven inches down your throat until you coaxed out spit bubbles to further lube him up with before jerking him off for a minute. The cold steel of your chain gently brushing past his balls which caused him to thrust up into your throat. He had a knack of not playing fair when it came to you sucking his dick. He always wanted to test your limits and see how far that cock could fit, even sometimes touching your uvula when he done so. He couldn’t help himself when you were so skilled at giving head..even jokingly saving you in his phone as throat goat.

the way you didn’t care how messy it got, if you fucked up your makeup or even choked, you’d eventually end up swallowing his nut in some form or fashion. And right now, you were well on your way to doing so. Softly massaging his sack, you’d continue working his member, pumping it to inevitably make him climax. But the more you suckled at his tip, the further he shoved his tongue into your entrance and made you yelp. He’d be getting a second orgasm out of you if he wasn’t careful.

and he wasn’t letting up until that happen. However, he wasn’t too far behind and in one swift move, (y/n) spat those strings of precum and saliva back down on to his length and cleaned it all up with one big suction motion that nearly took him off the bed.

“F-fuck!” drumming those cries out of his mouth as you did the same to his cock..milking that warm, white fluid from his balls to the back of your throat. Almost like clockwork, you too released yet again, all over his tongue. He’d lap it all up with no hesitation also..

“You’re so fucking nasty…God, I love you..”

Eren choked out from the back of his throat, head tossed against the silk lined pillow case. You’d look down to see his toes curling and legs trembling..a job well done if you could say so yourself. But the two of you weren’t finished by a long shot. He needed to be inside of you..and this time, he wanted you both to watch! Finally coming to, he’d smack your ass a couple times to get your attention and move you once more.

placing you at the edge of the bed, he’d command you on all fours and to face the giant mirror in front of it. Your nude, sweat slicked bodies on full display in the reflection…it was something so sexy about it. Planted firmly in the mattress on your hands and knees, you’d stare straight ahead, winding those hips in a fluid motion and slowly making that round ass jiggle. The curve could be seen as you folded your arms and pressed your perky titties further into the mattress; making that back arch as far as it could go.

it was that type of thickness men made full songs about. That had the whole industry hating on this man for no reason..other than the fact he was the one lucky enough to beat your back in every night. But you doubted there was anyone else who could ever put that dick on you the way he did! And he was about to prove why.

“Look back at me when you do that shit, mama..” twisting your head around, you’d give him a doe eyes expression with those big brown orbs, subtly tossing it against his pelvis as he bucked up against your ass; smacking on it for encouragement. “..so goddamn fine, I swear..”

flicking your tongue over your lips, you’d continue throwing it on him until you felt him clutch your waist, resting that wristwatch on the cute dimples in the small of your back. Around your hips hung a bejeweled belly chain, and he was about to use it to his advantage. Now, he had tugged your face forward again, making you watch as prepared to give you that pipe for the second time..it was his turn to be in control so you knew he was about to go crazy…

gently tapping that head against your sticky center, he’d make you draw a few light huffs, mainly out of frustration. That little hole was spasming on air and asking to be filled so you couldn’t take anymore of the teasing. “Mmphmm…quit playinggg. Give me that dick.” It was so adorable how antsy you got that quickly. Because you looked so precious when begging, he wouldn’t hold out any longer.

“Alright, alright…I won’t. You know what to do, open that shit up then.”

immediately, you’d place your palms to your round cheeks and spread them apart. Your diamond tennis bracelet and long acrylics laying on your smooth skin..like a work of art. Suddenly, you’d see a long trail of saliva trickle from his lips onto his cock head, where he’d massage it in before stuffing it back in your needy cunt. Damn near sucked in by those folds. You obviously needed him pretty bad..

so he’d never keep his princess waiting. His manicured fingers clutched that little accessory to keep you reigned in as he began feeding you deep strokes to the center of your core. Not exactly rough yet but damn sure not slow..enough to have you creaming with only a couple in. Meanwhile, you could see him fixated on the motion of your ass, moving with each one. Back shots with you always went fucking dumb..the sound, the collision of skin..it was perfect.

“Feels good, huh baby?” Taunting in a soft moan as you’d look up and see him chewing at his lip, trying to concentrate on his rhythm. You didn’t have to worry about him because he’d be handling it soon enough. Chuckling, he’d just smack your bottom again and speed up. “You just bouncing that shit on me…don’t stop, baby.”

and you’d gladly obey, letting him tug you back as he impaled you on his shaft..fitting it past the hilt, shoving it in and then all the way back out. Soon, he was rocking you back and forth with complete dominion over your body. You’d fuck him back, meeting those thrusts for as long as you could until you found yourself trembling and he took control again. No need to stress though because he was more than capable of fucking you just fine on his own.

“..tapping out on me already, princess? I’m not even close yet.” Now it was his turn to tease you and with one hand still on your ass; thumb pressed into your puckering asshole, the other reaching for that long hair; not giving a fuck if he messed it up because he’d pay to get it redone, he’d pound your little pussy like he was trying to make good on his promise during the concert. That platinum chain slamming his chest and the few untamed brunette locks scattering around that handsome face, he’d tap into another speed and keep going for you.

the glistening diamonds of all your collective jewelry practically glowing underneath the now dimmer fluorescent lighting…such a pleasing aesthetic and fuel to keep going. At this point, he had you clawing at the bed sheets, trying to keep your head up but drool was seeping from between those pretty lips and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head..he was beating your shit up so bad, you could feel it touching the inner corner of your cervix. It was unfathomable how big that shit was and how well he wielded it. That’s why you’d gladly display his name on you.

“Hhngh! Daddy, fuck! Yes—oh my gosh! I can feel it…’s so deep..” Tears beginning to swell and fall from your eyes at this point because you couldn’t take it. His palm slowly circulated your throat, applying slight pressure to asphyxiate your breathing and give you even more stimulation. Undeniably, he was the best dick you had ever had and to think, you’d be getting it in every city and for the rest of your life. But that was perfect because he’d train that pretty little cunt to only conform to his shape. So much so, you’d never want to leave…

“I know, baby…but you taking that dick so good for me. I don’t wanna stop.” And that much was apparent when he slowed only for a second because you were frozen before clamping down and releasing a stream of squirting juices. It happened so fast, that you couldn’t even time your orgasm.. “ahhh, shittt! Mmmphm!” full blown fucked to tears as you rubbed it out onto his jumping member, which made him so proud; even slapping it against your slit to drum more out. Until you finished and collapsed on your stomach.

“You look so pretty when you come…I love it.”

but the fun wasn’t over quite yet! Keeping his palm planted to the center of your back, Eren held you down and continued drilling into you..rutting his hips into your cheeks and shoving his cock as far as he could go. “It’s alright, mama. You did so good..but let me handle the rest. I got it..lemme take care of you.” his voice completely soothing and comforting as he massaged your back. To be so delicate after making you nut for a third time was nothing less than to be expected of your man.

however, he’d be joining you shortly and you’d both be on that climatic cloud together. His voice began to crack and you’d hear his breathing become faster..he was definitely reaching his peak and before long, those thrusts slowed drastically and only came in shape jolts, signaling how close he was. That grip was a little too much now and with his shaft swollen inside of you, he’d have no choice but to stay in it. “Ha!-f-fuck!..I’m ‘bout to come, baby..”

and with those final words from his beloved (y/n)..

“Come in me..nut in this pussy, daddy. I want it..”

he’d fulfill your request by dumping every drop and inkling of his warm seed into your womb. Pinning you to the mattress before collapsing over onto your entire frame. Whining so helplessly, that it was so attractive. Being the one to witness his most vulnerable moments was so amazing, especially when you were responsible.

lying there in complete shock, you were pretty sure everyone on that bus had probably heard the two of you creating a chorus of chaotic love making. But none of it matter. In that room, it was like an entirely different planet where only you both existed and you didn’t want to come back down anytime soon..

brushing your hair off the nape of your neck, he’d place a couple soft kisses on it and your spine before bringing your face back around to let your lips crash together again. The slow kisses after fucking like animals was always the best.

“I love you..” “I love you more..” the words exchanged through pressed lips but you both meant it clear as day. For a minute, he’d just gently caress your back to soothe you. Watching you cry, even if from pleasure didn’t sit right with him! “How you feel? Are you okay?” Whispering against your ear as he gently pecked it. All you could do was giggle because after that, you had no complaints. “Much better now..you?”

and of course, it was no question: “Let’s just say I feel like I can go do a hundred shows now.” Making both of you break into laughter. It seems that your motivation was doing wonders for him.

but first, a little bit of actual sleep wouldn’t hurt! One thing was for sure though..cars, jewelry and bags aside, what you done to and for him and the love you gave was completely priceless. Something not even money could buy.

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purity ring | johnny suh

nsfw, mature content, minors DNI! (ftm friendly)

ship: seo youngho(johnny) x male reader (reader's genitals are referred to as pussy/tits)

desc:(name) has always been big on not having premarital sex, and Johnny understands.

But when he's roaming around in a tight dress, high heels and cleavage on display, his husband might not stay a strong solider. OR Having had enough of his teasing, Johnny destroys (name)'s pussy.

Johnny loves (name). The younger didn't want to give in to premarital sex, in order to make their first time together more special. Now on their honeymoon,(name) wears a tight dress and Johnny can no longer hold back from absolutely devouring those tits and pussy. "You've made me wait too much, baby." Johnny murmurs, his eyes filled with lust. (name) can feel his own lust bubbling in his stomach, but he can't help but laugh at the sight of the giant all impatient.

"It's not my fault. We needed to get married first." He says, leaning up to peck his husband's lips. The other groans, his hands roaming the younger's body.

"You've been teasing me the whole wedding ceremony, showing off those beautiful legs and this sexy ass in front of me, but not allowing me to touch them." He says, his hand reaching up to grope his ass. "Not allowing me to have a taste of your delicious pussy. You've been so cruel to your husband, my love."

(name) giggles, grinding down against his hardening member. "I'm sorry, my husband. How can I make it up to you?" He asks, batting his eyelashes innocently. The older groans, kissing him passionately, his tongue exploring the warm cavern.

"By not wearing anything underneath but only this dress and allowing me to fuck you whenever I please." Johnny whispers huskily. The younger shivers, pulling the man in for a kiss again. The older wastes no time, pushing the dress up and off the younger's body. Johnny groans at the sight, the other only wearing stockings and heels.

"You look like a dream." He mumbles, pulling his own clothes off. (name)'s eyes widen, the other being ripped with muscle. Johnny's cock is straining against his dress pants, making the younger salivate.

He grabs his husband and brings him over, laying him on the bed. He pushes the younger's legs up and apart, licking his lips at the sight of the pussy glistening with juices. "My darling, so wet already." Johnny whispers, rubbing his fingers over the pussy. (name) moans softly, biting his lip. "You're not fair. You're still wearing your pants." The younger complains, tugging the belt. "You're so desperate, baby. We haven't even started." Johnny laughs, unbuckling his belt and tossing it aside. He takes off his pants and underwear, stroking his thick member. "Do you like it, baby?" He asks, kissing the younger's neck. "Yes.." The other whimpers, looking at the throbbing cock.

"Then I'll let you have a taste. Be a good boy and suck it for me." He mumbles. (name) nods, sitting up. Johnny sits back, stroking the other's hair. The younger leans in, licking the tip and tasting the precum. He wraps his mouth around the tip, bobbing his head.

"That's it, baby. Suck your daddy's cock." Johnny moans. (name) whimpers at the nickname, the vibrations making the older groan. The younger bobs his head, taking as much of the cock as he can. He sucks the older, looking up at him with innocent eyes. "Such a good boy.." Johnny growls, tugging the other's hair and forcing him to take the whole length. He thrusts his hips, fucking the younger's mouth. (name) gags and chokes, but doesn't resist, letting his husband fuck his throat.

"Your mouth is so warm and wet, baby. It's a shame that I can't cum in here.." Johnny says, thrusting faster. "I want to fill that tight pussy up with my cum."

He pulls his dick out, stroking it as he watches the other gasp for air. Johnny smirks, pulling the younger close and kissing him roughly. He gropes the plump ass, his hand moving to play with it. "Johnny, please.." The other moans, arching his back. "Please what, my darling?" Johnny asks, pinching the sensitive nipples. (name) gasps, whimpering. "Please fuck me, daddy. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk." The younger begs. The older groans, his cock throbbing. "How can I say no when you beg me like that? You've got such a dirty mouth, my love." Johnny laughs, pressing a finger against the other's entrance. The younger gasps, whimpering as the thick finger enters him. "Johnny.." He whines, arching his back.

"Shh. It's okay, my love. Daddy is here." Johnny shushes him, kissing him passionately. He pushes another finger inside, stretching him open.

"You're so wet, baby.." He mumbles, rubbing the younger's clit. (name) whimpers, wrapping his arms around the older. "I want you to cum from daddy's fingers. Can you do that for me, baby?" He asks, rubbing the spot faster. " Y-yes..!" (name) gasps, his nails digging into his husband's back. Johnny adds another finger, thrusting his fingers. "J-Johnny..!" The younger moans, his legs shaking. The older bites his ear, thrusting his fingers. "Come on, baby. Cum for me." He murmurs, rubbing the sensitive nub. (name) lets out a loud moan, squirting onto the older's fingers. Johnny chuckles, watching the other tremble. "Such a good boy. I'll give you a reward, baby." He says, spreading the other's legs. "D-don't! It's too sensitive." The younger says, trying to close his legs. "Don't be greedy. Daddy hasn't had his turn yet." Johnny growls, grabbing the younger's legs. He holds them open, positioning his member.

"Relax for me, my love." He whispers, entering the other. (name) moans, gripping the sheets. Johnny groans, the warmth and wetness almost overwhelming him.

"So good.. Fuck.." He moans, slowly thrusting. "Fuck, Johnny.. It's too big..!" (name) gasps, clawing at the man's arms. The older groans, leaning down to kiss the other. "Relax. You can take it, baby." He whispers, thrusting faster. (name) wraps his arms around the other, his nails scratching the older's back. "Johnny.. Fuck.. You're so big.." (name) gasps, biting his lip. The praise strokes Johnny's ego as he gets unbelievably aroused, triggering the monster he was in bed.

He squeezes (name)'s tits hard, with his large hands, pulling them harshly. "I'm gonna fucking devour these tits till they're sore". He latches his mouth on the flesh, sucking hard. (name) cries out and squeezes him tighter, digging his nails into the older's back.

Johnny rubs where his bulge shows in (name)'s stomach. "See this? Say it. Scream. Let everyone know who's fucking ripping you apart."

(name) screams, "Yes! Fuck yes!"

"Take this cock," he groans, pumping his cock inside of (name)."Ahh, fuuuck," the younger moans, the sensations becoming overwhelming. Suddenly, a slap lands on his cheek.

"Say thank you. Thank the cock that's making you feel so good." "Thank you, thank you," (name) moans.

Johnny continues to thrust into his husband, his body pressing against the smaller's. He holds (name)'s legs in the air, going as hard as he can.

"Gonna fucking come in this tight little cunt," he grunts. (name) is so close, but knows Johnny can't be far behind either .

"That's it, cum for me, cum for daddy."

(name) finally had his first time, and it was the best feeling in the world.

He finally reaches his orgasm, squirting all over Johnny's dick, his juices spraying everywhere.

Johnny keeps slapping (name)'s pussy with his hand hard, not giving a damn about his hysterical cries since he knows the honey-skinned male secretly loves it so much. "That's right, take it. Fucking take it. Come all over my dick. Come for me. "He buries his face in the younger's cunt, devouring it. "Fuck, I wanna devour this whole thing. This is the best tasting pussy I've ever tasted."

"I'm not done yet. You think I'm gonna leave this hole empty? No way. He pulls his dick out, and spits on it, lubricating it even more, then pushes it back inside.

(name) cries out, the feeling of being filled so quickly overwhelming. "Yeah, fucking take it," he grunts. He continues to thrust and the younger moans, his mind going blank.

By this time, (name) has lost all connection to sanity. He starts talking shit, like a real slut, just to rile Johnny even more.

"Is that all you can do? Come on, do it like a real man. "

Johnny growls at that and grabs (name)'s throat, slaps never ending on his pussy. "Fucking whore, you wanna know what a real man can do? I will fucking destroy this little pussy."

And then he does just that, fucking his husband harder than before. "Fuck yes, fuck yes," he moans.

Johnny now ignores (name)'s desperate cries of pleasure and mercy, shoving two fingers inside him besides his cock.

"I'm gonna bust this pussy open, bitch. You'll be leaking for weeks. I'm going to wreck your womb."

The younger is in such a state of ecstasy that he can't even speak. "That's right, take it," he growls. He continues to fuck (name) with his cock and fingers, pussy stretched unbelievably wide, and (name) can tell he's close to coming.

"Gonna fucking bust, gonna fill you with cum," he groans."Yes, yes, give it to me," the younger begs.

He gives one last hard thrust and fills (name) with his hot load, the feeling overwhelming.

"Shit, baby. That's fucking it. Take it, fucking take it. Take my cum. "He keeps pumping, his load spilling out and running down his husband's legs.

He finally collapses on top, completely spent. They both lay there for a moment, catching their breaths.

Johnny rolls off of the younger, his cock slipping out. "I'm gonna have to change these sheets," he sighs. (name) chuckles. "What, can't handle the smell of sex?"

"Fuck no. It's my favorite."

The duo lay in bed, enjoying the afterglow, when Johnny speaks up.

"So, how was your day?"

The younger turns to him, grinning.

"Pretty good, actually," making them both laugh.

"So, are you going to do this again?" (name) looks at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Only if you wanna do it too."

He smiles, nodding. "Okay, we're doing this again."

(name) snuggles into Johnny's strong, protective arms, resting his head on the taller's chest.

He has never felt more content. He's looking forward to spending the rest of his life with this man.

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peachesofteal · 11 months

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Combat Baby

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Ghost/Soap/female reader 2.7k words 18+ Minors DNI. No smut but this fic contains mature themes. Feelings of fear, sadness and anxiety. Discussions of blood and injury. Medical inaccuracies, hospitals. Comfort and fluff. Angst. Established throuple. You get a phone call in the middle of the night. This takes place sometime before Chapter 1 of Dead Disco. It can be read as a standalone.

It’s the middle of the night when the phone rings. It vibrates against the nightstand, the rattle slowly bringing you to consciousness and you blink a few times to shake free the fog of sleep.

The screen displays a blocked number.

Your stomach becomes a pit.

“Hello?” A British man says your name on the other line, the accent different from Simon’s, but still heavy, still thick. You don’t recognize it, and that lone fact has you sitting straight up.

“Yes?”

“This is Captain Price. I’m the commanding officer of the 141 and on scene at St George’s hospital.” Your body jolts, heart stopping dead in your chest. Oh no, god no please. Don’t let them be dead, don’t- “Ma’am?”

“I-I’m here.” You half swallow the words to try to prevent the panic from spilling out of your mouth.

“Soap asked me to call ya, see if you could come down here.”

“What’s going on? Is he okay? Where’s Si-“

“I can’t tell you anything else, just that he wants you to come down.” Your fingers fly onto a web browser to look up the hospital, a tiny sliver of relief twisting in your gut when you see it’s not incredibly far away. Not close, but doable with a few trains. The sleep that has been trying to spring free has completely evaporated, leaving your eyes wide and pulse racing, fear rapidly spreading through your veins while your mind conjures every single worst case scenario it could come up with. “Okay?” The captain’s voice is gentler now, encouraging, and you nod in the dark.

“Okay… y-yeah. I’m on my way.”

The hospital is bright. When you run through the lobby doors, it’s the first thing you notice. The walls are white, too white, and well lit, illuminating everything, every person in the giant room. You search their faces hurriedly, throat tight with worry while you decide that none of them are Johnny or Simon, and you practically throw yourself at the front desk.

“Hi, uh, I’m looking. I’m looking for my partner? He’s-“ A British accent calls your name and you whirl to see a man in uniform standing behind you, his hand waving the receptionist off and gesturing for you to follow him through a set of double doors.

“I’m Captain Price, we spoke on the phone.” Of course.

“Yeah, where’s Johnny? And Simon?” You blow past his pleasantries because you honestly don’t care. You want to see your guys. You want to know what’s going on, and you want to know right now. The captain considers you thoughtfully for a moment, a short second that feels like an hour, before another set of doors is banging open to reveal-

“Darling.” It’s Johnny. Johnny’s here. Johnny’s standing a few feet in front of you with his arms open. Johnny’s wearing his uniform that has a giant stain on the front. Johnny’s wearing his uniform that has a giant red stain on the front.

You launch yourself into him without a second through, without a care about anyone watching, and press your face into his neck to take a deep breath.

“Are you okay? Where is Si? Is he okay?” You babble, pulling away to get a better look at his face. He looks exhausted, and weary, and sad and you want to fold him into you again and never let go. Johnny is strong, he’s so strong even when he doesn’t want to be and right now, you can tell, he doesn’t want it. Doesn’t want to be in command, doesn’t want to hold everything up. Guilt burns into your brain when you realize it’s for you, the strength is for you, even though he’s off balance, off kilter, he’s holding it together in this moment for you. “Johnny.” It’s a whisper, soft and raw, and he brings you back into his chest, arms wrapping tightly around your body and holding you to him while he presses his nose into your hair, shuddering a barely contained exhale. You hold him back, desperate to wrap your arms around him, stroking a hand up and down his spine slowly while you take deep, measured breaths. You bite your tongue against the overflowing bounty of questions you have, pausing to just be here, in his arms, his face buried in your neck. You try not to push him, try not to force it out of him. He’ll tell you, you know he will. He speaks every love language that exists between the three of you, communicates clearly when your head is a mess and your thoughts are all jumbled, sees you when you’re lost and pulls you back to shore. He makes Simon tea at one in the morning when he can’t sleep, he forces you to put your sneakers on and then pushes you out the door in the middle of the day so you can enjoy the sunshine. He gives you more than you could ever give back, and this moment is a dark, glaring reminder of that fact.

He pulls away, giving someone a nod, you assume the captain, and leads you over to where a group of chairs sit.

“Where is he?” You haven’t let go of him, gripping on like he’s your lifeline, and he lowers you into a chair before sitting down in the one next to you.

“He’s in surgery.”

“Okay. Is he going to be okay?”

“Love.” You slam your eyes shut. No no no. “The doctor thinks there is a good chance he’s completely fine, but it was a very serious…” he pauses, and you know it’s because he’s trying to choose the right words “injury, and he had to go into surgery right away. He wasn’t conscious.”

“A good chance.” You repeat it and he nods. A good chance. You try to fight the emotion that wells up inside your heart, but it’s no use, and you’re choking out a sob within a second, Johnny nestling you back into him, palm rubbing up and down your back.

“Shhh. Everything’s alright now. Ye know he’s a strong bastard.” You bob your head in a halfhearted nod, but it’s hard to keep yourself afloat when you think about Simon alone in an operating room, with “a good chance.” Your lungs suddenly feel tight, the air in the room becoming a flimsy, feeble thing you’re not even sure exists. A good chance. A good chance? That’s… a chance. A chance he will be okay. A chance he will live. Not a given. Not even the starting point, just a chance, a good- “Darling.” Johnny’s fingers pull your chin upwards, until he’s forcing you to look at him, a warm palm moving to cradle your face when he’s satisfied he’s got your full attention. “I need you here, with me. Stay with me.” He doesn’t need to say anything else; you know. You know what he’s asking. You know he’s coaxing you to stay present, to not go down a long dark path, to keep yourself with him, and not below the cresting waves of your own heart, your own brain.

You swallow the saliva that’s building in the corner of your cheek and squeeze his hand. You can do it. You can do it for him. For Simon. For them. For all of you.

“Hard to kill right? Like you’re always saying at home?” The whisper brings a glimpse of a smile to Johnny’s face.

“Thas’ right, love.”

You wait for a long time. Johnny holds you, and you alternate between rubbing his shoulders and clutching his hand, your anxiety turning you restless as you shift relentlessly in the uncomfortable chairs. He slowly starts to tell you what he can about what happened, how Simon got separated from the team he was with, how he ended up outnumbered in an impossible situation, how he fought like hell and won. He recounts how he heard Simon calling for him over the radio in a moment of desperation, a pure loss of control, a last-ditch effort to hear his voice, and vice versa. He tells you that Simon made him promise in the helicopter to call you, as soon as they landed, because he wanted to see your face before he went in for surgery. He knew you’d be scared if Kyle or Price was the one to wake you up, and he didn’t want that.

“He was still… talking, in the helicopter. I didn’t think… he was in that bad of shape, on the way. I think he was bleeding. Internally. And that’s why he faded out when we got here.” You nod, tracing a pattern of dirt on Johnny’s forearm methodically, timing it’s ups and downs with your own breathing. “Everything changed so fast. I’m sorry I had Price call. There was paperwork and they needed it as soon as possible and I didn’t want to wait to get ya here, I didn’t do as he asked but I-“ His voice chokes to a stop abruptly, and there’s a tear, on his cheek. Just the hint of one, shining beneath the awful ceiling lights of the hospital and you press your lips to it, trying to keep them from trembling against his skin.

“It’s okay, Johnny. It’s okay.” You’re about to tell him to forget it, that he didn’t let Simon down, that everything is alright, when a doctor in a white coat comes through the doors with a smile on her face, her long legs carrying her over to stand before the two of in a blink.

She’s smiling. The chance was good. It’s good. He’s good.

“Mr. Riley?” She says, and you choke on a surprised gasp before you look to Johnny with a raised eyebrow. Uh… what? He pats your thigh affectionately before nodding and pulling you to your feet alongside him.

“Yes, is he okay?” He spits, over eager, anxious and rushed to hear whatever it is she has to say. He too, has no time for pleasantries.

“Your husband is out of surgery and stable. He should make a full recovery. We’ll go over discharge instructions and he’ll be here for a few days until I’m comfortable with his progress on antibiotics but, he’s in good shape.” Your husband. You bury the word deep, covering it with a whole mountain of other thoughts before you dwell on it. They would have told you, right? They wouldn’t have gotten married without you, would they? On a mission? The notion makes you feel nauseas, and then the guilt swallows you whole. Get a fucking grip. Simon is hurt.

“When can we see him?” You blurt.

“He’s still in post op right now, but I can bring you to his room to wait for when he’s settled in, how does that sound? He’ll probably be asleep for a while, but you can be there while you wait for him to wake up.”

“Yes, please. Thank you.” Johnny wraps an arm around your shoulder and presses his lips to your temple with a fierce intensity. “Thank you, so much.” She gives the two of you a smile before leading you down the hall, and Johnny holds you close to him the entire time.

Simon’s okay. He’s going to be okay.

He looks too big in the bed. His shoulders stretch the width of the mattress, his hospital gown not even snapped closed, just draped over his torso, covering the white bandages are wrapped around his ribs. You stroke the side of his cheek, fingers tracing along his jaw line gently, pushing some strands of dirty blonde hair from his face while you whisper lowly.

“We’re here, Si. We’re right here. Everything’s okay.” You’ve been trying not to watch the clock, trying not to count the minutes, over eager and impatient for Simon to wake up and finally open his eyes. You want to see him, blinking, breathing, speaking, before you finally feel at peace, and you can’t stand to see him unconscious, immobile, in a bed. He’d hate it. You know it, you know he’d hate it if he was awake, know he’s going to hate it, when he does wake, and you’re anxious to soothe him, even in his sleep. Anxious to lay your ear against his heart and count the heavy thumps of the muscle, eager to wrap yourself around him so he knows you’re here. You’re anxious to see his wry smile, see the flutter of his lashes, hear his voice. He’s so beautiful, so… unearthly to you that sometimes when you look at him you think you might be in a dream yourself. He’s your rock, your immovable force that never falters, never fails you, or Johnny. Holds you both steady. He looks so peaceful, so serene in this moment, even though you know in his mind, it’s far from the reality, and you hope he’s not dreaming in hell, experiencing his nightmares trapped in sedation. We’re here, I’m here. It’s okay.

On the other hand, you’re not eager to wake Johnny, who’s asleep in the chair opposite you, Simon’s hand clutched in his, his head sideways on the bed next to Simon’s thigh, mouth open with a slow drip of drool pooling from it. He’s exhausted. Hasn’t sleep in 29 hours and he stayed awake for four hours after Simon was brought back to the room, trying for as long as he could until he just couldn’t keep his head up anymore. He needs rest. Your heart flutters when you look at him, the scruff of his mohawk laying against the white blanket wrapped around Simon’s leg, his features blank as he drifts in a dreamworld far away. He’s so sweet, so perfect that it makes your heart hurt, like someone’s emptied ice into your chest cavity and you can’t help but reach across and stroke a thumb across his knuckles in time with your other against Simon’s cheek.

An hour later, Simon’s hand spasms, and you watch his eyelids start to twitch, body tensing in the bed as both you and Johnny jump to your feet so you can see his face.

“Simon? Hey.” You stroke your fingers along the inside of his palm gently, trying to ease him into consciousness, while Johnny hovers closer, knuckles white against the rail, his free hand on Si’s shoulder, the touch gentle and reassuring. Simon slurs your name, then Johnny’s, then Johnny’s again before groaning:

“Darling.”

“We’re here.” You rush out, the swell of your emotions rising up the back of your throat while you wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand. “Right here.”

“Are you in pain?” Johnny asks, but he’s already pushed the button, and you both step back when the nurse comes in so she can give him pain meds and check the monitors. When she’s finished, the two of you surge forward, retaking your places and you finally get to see that crescent moon smile on his lips, the ghost of his happiness surfacing from beneath everything else going on, the pain, the trauma, the sedation.

“You’re here.” He whispers, eyes moving between the two of you. Johnny lowers himself to touch his forehead to Simon’s, before tracing the lightest kiss across his lips.

“Of course, we are, ya mad bastard. Don’t ever fuckin’ do that again.” He says and Simon grunts, hand shooting out to grab his with a squeeze while his other palm presses to your cheek. You hold it there with one of your own hands, tears dripping from your eyes while his thumb strokes back and forth across your skin.

“’m sorry I scared ya.” He grits out and you break into a soft, relieved smile.

“Don’t be. We’re just so happy you’re okay.”

“I’m alright, darling. Can’t be leavin’ you two alone anytime soon.” His eyes droop, lids trying to shut and you know the pain medicine is pulling him back under, where he can sleep and heal until it’s time to wake again. He fights it, but it’s a losing battle.

“It’s alright, Si.” You soothe him. “Go back to sleep. We’ll be here while you rest.”

“Y’promise?” He sounds a little spacey, a little loopy, and Johnny smiles while you stroke his hair in a rhythmic pattern, just how he likes at home.

“We promise.”

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goodday-goodmorn · 4 months

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Rahhhh it’s Christmas and i’m back! Today’s feature (feature? Should i start calling them that? Sounds kinda cool-) is the amazing @charliemwrites, specifically a little drabble (unedited as always), based off of their Keeper/Kept AU. Not thier most recent stuff- (I think it’s Neighbor Johnny or the Woof Woof series-) You know what? Just- Here. Everything they write is gold <3

Anyhow, i present: Domesticity and Devotion

“Oh to be a wild bird…”

You sigh, chin in your palm as you leisurely stare out at the window.

“Or a stray cat.” You muse, watching as one of the kitties of the neighborhood walks along outside.

“Those fuckers have it good. No shitty job. No rent to pay. Just free pets and wandering the world… and if someone’s being a dick they can hiss and bite all they want.”

You hum, reaching for your drink and sipping on it leisurely.

“I don’t think I could survive in the wild though.”

You say after a moment, realizing how you’re cuddled up in your blanket and sipping on your wendy’s lemonade, the TV playing some random comfort show and your laptop open as you halfheartedly play Papa's freezeria.

“Can barley survive in domesticity.” You mumble, glancing towards the envelope on the kitchen counter that you got this morning about a rent increase.

You sigh.

“Maybe in my next life i’ll be lucky enough to be reborn as some rich white ladies cat. Those fuckers are livin’ better than me that’s for sure.”

————

This is not what you meant.

When you wistfully wished to never have to step foot into the capitalist hellscape that was life again- that was not an open invitation for you to be whisked away against your will.

Apparently though, the 6 foot giant of a military man named Simion Riley, heard it as one.

Because now here you were, pampered and cared for like a bloody sugar baby or pure breed persian cat. Kept at some random location and fed and groomed and meticulously attended too.

All against your will, mind you.

However it’s hard to complain because well- you’re living life good. This realization, of just how good you have it- hits you when you feel yourself getting genuinely angry at the shitty romance novel you were reading.

The Male lead was treating the MC like shit- and the MC was letting him get away with it!

You feel your face physically grimace. To calm yourself down (because you are getting genuinely heated when she lets him shove her to the damn floor over asking him for a drink-), you set your i-pad down.

(It had been a gift; something sort of like a kindle, where you could only read books and listen to music. You weren’t sure what Simon did to it exactly- but it wasn’t just published books you had access too, comics, original works, poetry, you could get all sorts of reading stuff on here.)

“This mother fucker-“

You mumble to yourself in disbelief, shaking your head before huffing and picking the device back up. You’re close to cheering as you read the MC’s internal dialogue about wanting to bite his ass- (Truely an MC after your own heart- they were one of the main reasons you were still reading this shitshow-)

And yet, what does the main character do?

They get the drink for themselves and then let him snatch it from their hand and down it.

Nope. You’re fucking done. You’re fumin’ now, irrationally angry on the MC’s behalf because they’ve been putting up with this guy for fifteen chapters now.

The audacity of men- oh my god. You can’t believe this guy.

“Who does he think he is?!”

You grumble and then just for your own purposes you yell—

“Simon!”

Predictably he is at your side in a moment, dropping everything for you.

You have your arms crossed, as you say, “Go get me a drink.”

He tilts his head slightly, eyes crinkled just a tad at your strange mood but doesn’t deny the order. Simply asks,

“Cold or hot?”

“Cold.”

And with that he’s gone, returning with a fresh glass of ice cold lemonade, complete with a little lemon slice on the rim of the glass. You sip it, set it aside and cross your leg, tapping your forehead.

“Give me a kiss.”

He doesn’t hesitate for a moment, gently kissing your forehead.

“Kneel.”

His eyes are crinkled now with a bit of amusement, but he drops to his knees easy. Gently holding onto your soft thighs. (Always so gentle with you.)

“Course, pretty.”

He mumbles low, head tilted up to you in a question, “Need me to take care of you?”

You hum, absentmindedly messing with his hair and ignoring the way the question sends a slow pool of warmth into your tummy.

“No.”

It’s decisive. You’re practically preening with satisfaction at his actions.

“You can go now.” You say and like that, he gets up. Not a complaint on his lips even when you notice he’s got a raging boner.

“Wait!”

You call and he pauses, looking at you with a questioning hum.

“Kiss me again.”

And he does so, this time a soft gentle kiss on your lips. When he pulls away he mumbles an ever softer-

“Dinner will be ready in 10.”

You nod and pick up your tablet with satisfaction curling low in your gut. (For the duration of your reading all you can think about is how Simion would never.)

————

“And another thing-!”

Simion is absentmindedly (as absentmindedly as Simion of all people can get anyway-) rubbing circles into your back as you rant. You’re sat in his lap, coaxed into sitting there after he asked about your day.

So obviously you started to babble about the book you were reading, which turned into a whole rant session about how stupid the Male lead was.

“That stupid idiot- that moron- you wanna know what he does simion?”

He knows it’s a rhetorical question. You’re gonna tell him anyway. Still he hums to show he’s still listening.

“This bastard shoves them into the ground. To the ground! Can you believe the it?”

He shakes his head lightly with a tsk.

“Exactly. God and then when they get the drink he has the audacity to snatch it from their hand and down it in one gulp before they can even say anything.”

You shake your head, so far into your little rant you don’t realize how much you’ve made yourself comfortable. Sitting in his lap fully, ranting to him like he’s an old friend. Your tongue is loose with comfort right now. And that must be what possessed you to say—

“Me personally? I could never. If you ever pulled that shit— God i don’t even know what i’d do but it would not be pretty

You close your eyes with a nod to yourself at your own words. Not aware of the way Simon’s eyes seem to soften. Not until he gently kisses the top of your head.

“Never.”

He says it so quietly you almost miss it. (Feverintly. Reverently. Like the very idea is absurd.)

“If i ever do something like that you run and break into my gun cabinet and bloody shoot me.”

And god his voice- he’s 100 percent fucking serious. Suddenly you feel warm and small in his lap, utterly tiny compared to the sheer size of his devotion for you.

It’s all you can do to mumble out a weak.

“Good.”

And the rest of the night is spent with you reading the rest of the book together. When the MC finally is able to get rid of the Male Lead, it is a joyous occasion that ends up with her absolutely clocking the guy in the face with a champagne glass. Which then leads into a curious conversation with you and ghost about how much damage that would actually do.

It’s a good day.

#fanfic #cod fanfic #fanfic of a fanfic #(?) kinda #reader insert #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #Look at Charlie’s blog right now.#Specifically obsessive Johnny because when i tell you i was-#GAGED #Jaw dropped #Charlie’s got such good characterization #In the case she sees this-#…did you like it?#also hello

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wordstome · 5 months

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i’m here to encourage you to please elaborate on singledad!könig

also, do any of their kids have any scuffles with each other? how do the parents and children deal with it?

This ask was sent 10 minutes after the dream daddy post went up. Anon, I adore you.

I was going to put single dad König in this same post, but then it started to go on and on, and I want to take my time with the second half of your ask as well, so all my König thoughts will go in a separate post. Thank you for enabling me :3

(also this is the post I lost 3 paragraphs worth of writing on. It was literally all of Price and Ghost's sections, so forgive me if they're not up to par).

Price: With three kids, there are bound to be spats. Brianna taking something of Alice's without asking, Clara ruining one of the older girls' possessions, etc. etc. People see Price with all girls and remark how peaceful his house must be, but Price (and anybody who has a sister) knows that is NOT true. The Price home is chaos interrupted by periods of peace. Luckily, their dad is a literal military captain, so he's able to whip them into shape. All manner of crying, yelling, and shrieking can be silenced with one singular "GIRLS!" from the man himself. Then after that comes the soothing and the stern talking-tos.

Ghost: I think Simon was great with kids pre-Roba, he had Tommy and then his nephew Joseph. But post-Roba and his work in the special forces, he's much more rough around the edges. Like I said in the main post, Caden is a pretty quiet kid, so I can't see him starting or getting into any trouble. But he is still a 10 year old, so I can see him throwing a fit when he's frustrated or uncomfortable. If this happens in public, Simon will pull him aside and talk to him quite sternly, especially if Caden is making a ruckus as an emotional outlet. In private, he gives Caden space to let it all out, and then talks to him afterwards. However, if Caden can articulate what's upsetting him, he's very gentle and understanding. One way or another, I can see Simon getting help with his PTSD, so he uses a lot of techniques that his therapist taught him with Caden.

Soap: I imagine Elodie as about 6-7 years older than Thomas, who is a literal baby, so I can't see that they get into any fights. Mostly Elodie getting cranky about Thomas getting all the attention, at which point Johnny has to reassure his daughter and give her some love as well. When they're older, Elodie is a classic older sister who fucks with her little brother. She's never truly malicious, but there are definitely times when Johnny's standing in front of them sighing and pinching his nose because Elodie's played a nasty prank on her brother. Johnny's a very picks-his-misbehaving-kid-up-like-a-doll-and-gives-them-a-noogie kind of parent. He's never raised his voice at his kids, but instead has an "if what I think is happening is happening, it better not be" tone that instantly strikes fear into his kids' hearts. I can hear it in my head. I know you guys can hear it in your head too. 'Nuff said.

Gaz: It's hard to say what it's like when Kyle's kids fight: I can see Violet being the sort of girl who is quite close with her younger brother, so I can't really imagine a lot of scenarios in which they would fight. But Elliott is a younger brother and Violet is a growing teenage girl, so there have probably been a few times when Violet got mad at Elliott and screamed at him or said something that she regretted. Kyle and Emily will both scold the kids when they step out of line, and they both do their part when it comes to discipline. Kyle in particular is a very "I'm not mad at you, I'm just disappointed" sort of parent. He expects a lot of Violet, but sometimes that pressure can get to her.

König: This man is overwhelmingly soft for his daughter. The calmest, most gentle giant. I think out of all the dads he's most susceptible to spoiling her, which obviously could become a problem. He's incredibly lucky though, because Ava is an angel. She is spoiled, being an only child on her daddy's colonel salary, but she gives more "kind rich girl" vibes than "inconsiderate little brat". I'm going to elaborate more on this in the upcoming König post, but he's got this deep sadness to him because he lost his wife. Ava is a pretty perceptive child, so she doesn't act out unless she's having a really hard time, in which case König is nothing but soothing and reassuring.

Horangi: If Ryujin (Hong-jin's daughter) has beef with you, he's kicking your ass right alongside her. When she was young, she was fully capable of both starting and finishing fights, and Hong-jin was an incorrigible enabler who was more likely to double over laughing than scold his daughter. Her mother usually had to be the disciplinarian. Hong-jin and Ryujin have a complicated relationship, but in adulthood, they're pretty even keel, and have grown even closer since the death of Ryujin's mom.

Keegan: Jason and Cecelia have been through a lot together, so they don't really fight. When they do though, it's nasty, and Keegan serves as more of a go-between than a disciplinarian role. Both of them will seek advice from him, but he understands that they know each other better than he does. Not for lack of trying, of course, but it's inevitable with older adoptions. His role comes from having more life experience, and he's got a kind of impenetrable chill that makes everybody a lot calmer.

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ceilidho · 5 months

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I’m sorry to add to the giant pile of asks in ur inbox but YES I so wholeheartedly agree that Price would use older pet names for his special someone even though he’s not that much older than the rest of 141

Like honey, sweetheart, darling, doll, Prince/Princess, Love/Lovie

and I’ll be honest even just thinking about his gruff ass voice calling me “sweetheart” has me melting a bit aijsjdakjabdnlakandskaijsks

two different anons but yeah. yeah!!!

i don't think i always nail it with the endearments/pet names, but my favourites for them are:

price -> honey, darling, wife (anything old fashioned) simon -> love, sweetheart, doll, pet johnny -> kitty, kitty cat, bonnie, hen, baby (i give johnny so many because he's my favourite sorry he's my pookie and he gets special treatment) kyle -> baby, sweetie, princess

#also my brain blue screened when i imagined price calling reader “wife”#like....o-okay ..........

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restlesswritings · 11 months

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NCT REACTIONS:

NCT 127 Reaction to you wearing their clothes for the first time

A/N: Requests are open Jagi- Honey; used as a nickname in some of the reactions Genre: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive, Cursing Masterlists : JPOP & KPOP

Taeyong

After a shower you quietly make your way into the room to see Taeyong sitting on the edge of the bed, already in his pajamas, scrolling through his phone. "Hi baby.” You say, making your way to the bed and getting under the covers. He doesn't notice you at first when he looks up to shoot you a smile but as soon as he registers your attire his head flies back up, shock evident on his gorgeous features as he looks at you with wide eyes. "Wha! Y/N.. you're wearing my shirt?" He asks shocked, stumbling over his words as he takes in how his clothes make you look more delicate than normal. "I hope you don't mind.. I forgot to grab my pjs.." You say sheepishly, he shakes his head with a smile on his lips. "I love it.. damn you look so good jagi, I can't stand it." He says, letting out a laugh with a flushed face as he lays down next to you before pulling you onto him, crashing his lips onto yours.

Taeil

You're standing in the kitchen, making dinner when Taeil walks in. "Hey Y/N, have you seen my hood-" He starts to say, stopping in his tracks when he sees the hoodie in question on you. Heat rushing to your face as you were caught red handed stealing his clothes, "Oops sorry baby.. I got cold! Here you g-" You say sheepishly as you start to take the hoodie off before his hand comes up and gently grabs your wrist. "No don't! Uh haha I mean.." He says, scratching the back of his neck before adding. "You should keep it, it looks better on you." He says with a bright smile, face slightly flushed. "Besides, I can't have you cold now can I?" He asks, wrapping his arms around you, placing a kiss to the top of your head causing you to smile at your sweet boyfriend. "Thank you baby." You tell him, slightly catching him off guard when you place a kiss on his lips.

Johnny

Johnny’s eyes light up when he notices you walking towards him but his eyebrows soon furrow when he realizes what shirt you are wearing. “Y/N, I didn’t think you’d look this good in my clothes, you little t-shirt thief!” He says with a loud laugh and snort as he runs to you, the other members now looking in your direction causing you to blush. “Yah! It looked so comfy I couldn’t not wear it!” You defend yourself while crossing your arms over your chest with a fake pout causing your giant boyfriend to smile down at you, “Damn babe.. you look actually so adorable like that” He says before pulling you into his arms, squishing you in the process. “I ca-can’t br-breath you big goof!” You say through giggles. “Well that’s what you get for stealing my clothes!” He says with a laugh before adding. "All jokes aside, I really like seeing you in my clothes." He says before placing a kiss on your forehead.

Yuta

“Come on Y/N! I’m getting antsy out here!” Yuta yells dramatically from the other side of the bathroom door causing you to roll your eyes as you finish pulling his t-shirt over your head. “I’m coming!” You tell your boyfriend as you walk out of the bathroom causing him to immediately burst out in giggles as he takes in how adorable you look. “Damn jagi! You look so cute !” He says with a big smile, squeezing the pillow in his hands. "You like it?" You ask with a giggle before he gets up, catching you by surprise when he pulls you into a quick kiss before you can say anything, booping your nose with his finger. “I really, really do.. Oh! You should try one of my button ups next! I like seeing you in my clothes.." He says before a mischievous smirk graces his lips. "And without them..” He says with a wink and a big toothy grin before finding his previous spot on the bed, leaving you blushing.

Doyoung

Doyoung walks through the door whistling, he comes to a stop in his spot as he takes in your attire before taking a deep breath. With red ears he walks over to the couch causing you to look over at him with a warm smile. "Hi baby, how was rehearsal?" You ask, sending a smile towards him, completely unaware of his stare. "Uh it was good..” He says, continuing looking at you causing you to look up at him and shift in your seat. “What's wrong?” You ask, sending a look of concern to your boyfriend. “Uh.. is that my shirt?" He asks while scratching the back of his neck. "Oh yeah! I got my shirt messy and didn't have an extra change of clothes here, is that okay?" You ask, scooting closer to him causing him to let out a stream of giggles. "Y-yes! It looks good on you." He reassures with a flushed face causing you to shake your head and pull him into a hug. "Thank you goof!"

Jaehyun

"Okay I got you the dumplings because they didn't hav-" Your words cut off by your Jaehyun. “Wow babe, you look..” He says with a smirk, pulling you into his arms. "Wha- what are you doing?" You ask, confusion evident on your features. "You look so good in my t-shirt Y/N.." He says, kissing your neck, causing a giggle to escape your lips. "Yah! The food is getting cold!” You say, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you playfully push him away. “And as much as I want to continue this we aren't doing anything in your studio big boy." You say, poking a finger into his hard chest, a laugh bubbling out of his throat as he puts his hands up in defense, giving you a big smile. "Okay, okay.. fair enough but can you maybe wear my clothes around the house next time so I can do something about it?" He asks with a wink, quickly kissing your cheek and snatching the bag of food from you, leaving you with a flushed face.

Jungwoo

You can't help the big smile plastered on your face as you make your way down the hallway to see your boyfriend, excited to show Jungwoo your outfit. You look around, smile widening when you see him running over to you, his eyes immediately widen when he sees the outfit you put together, noticing how well his cropped t-shirt suits you. "Y/N! I love it, you look.. incredible!" He exclaims, pulling you into his arms, spinning you around causing a giggle to escape your lips before he puts you back down. "I didn't think it would look good-" You start with a big smile, looking up at him as he cuts off your words. "Seriously jagi.. I can't take my eyes off you.." He says, pulling you closer to him, kissing the top of your head. You smile at his sweet affection as you wrap your arms around his waist, "I love you." You say, earning a toothy smile from your boyfriend. "I love you too." He says before his lips meet yours.

Mark

"Can I wear your hoodie, Mark?" You ask your boyfriend as you make your way into the living room, already wearing said hoodie. "Wha- hahaha you already have it on!" He says through laughter, clutching his stomach as you shoot him a smile. "Of course you can!" He adds, patting the seat next to him on the couch. "Thank you baby" You say as you plop down next to him, raising an eyebrow when you notice his eyes on you. "Wait hold on, you actually look so cute in my clothes Y/N.." He says with a giggle, turning to look down at your body in his hoodie, a small grin forms on his face. You shoot a smile at him in return before he looks up at you with a different expression. "Stop looking at me like that!" You whine, playfully hitting his shoulder, which only causes him to burst out into laughter. "I can't help it! Jagi you look so cute" He defends, pulling you closer. "Thank youuu" You coo, snuggling into his warm body.

Haechan

"Yah jagi, Johnny just invit-" Haechan says out of breath as he bursts through the bedroom door, going silent as his eyes land on you, wearing his sweater. "What?" You ask, a little confused by your boyfriend's sudden silence, “Hello?? Earth to Haechan?" You say with a giggle, looking at him, eyebrows pulled together as you wait for his response. "You're wearing my sweater?" He asks with a smirk now dancing on his lips, as he pulls the band of the pants playfully. "I didn't think this was something I needed to see.. until now.." He adds, causing a laugh to escape your lips. "So you’re not mad that I stole it??" You say, adding a wink in his direction. "No, it is completely okay" He responds with a serious expression on his face as his eyes trail your body again causing you to laugh as he pulls you into his embrace. "Wait, what about Johnn-" Your words cut off by his lips capturing yours.

A/N: Wow.. my thoughts are everywhere after that 💭

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nctsplug02 · 1 year

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ooof abs riding johnny! man gets turned on seeing y/n wearing his button up shirt, tells her to sit on him and continues to unbutton the shirt leaving it open with her tits right in his face. he leaves loads of marks on her chest

[1:59AM]

GENRE: fluff and smut

WARNINGS: ab riding, hickeys, mafia mob boss!johnny (because we love it, tf), spanking, mentions of alcohol and breast play/nipple play.

you wake up to branches scratching at your window and the wind howling. you pat around to find your giant husband only for him not to be where he was when you’d fallen asleep hours before.

“johnny?” you sit up and rub your eyes, trying to focus on the light creaking from the crack of the door. you tut and slip out of bed, grabbing the white button up johnny had thrown on the floor after coming home from a mission.

you slip your arms through the long sleeves and button up the shirt, leaving a few of them undone. you grab the door handle and drag it open until you can walk out freely.

“johnny?” you call again, arms hugging your waist as you walk down the steps.

and, there he was. sitting on the couch with the furnace on. the wood cackled and popped.

johnny clears his throat and sets his drink aside. “baby,” you appear in front of him. “hey, baby. why’re you up?” you let out a sound of tiredness and straddle him. “didn’t feel your big’ol arms around me, that’s why.” you snuggle into his broad chest.

“aren’t you a charm.” his hands move down to your ass and gives it a soft squish. “johnny!” you squeal, jerking up and then falling back in place. “what? don’t like your butt being touched anymore? i swear, you were loving me spanking just this morning?” you whine and smack his chest.

johnny begins to lightly smack your ass with open palms. “johnny! my ass still hurts from this morning! don’t be a dick!” he chuckles and lands a harsh spank on your ass. “so, i’m a dick, now? this morning i was a piece of shit and where did that get you?”

a pout forms on your lip when the dom side of johnny comes out, again. “i got a spankin’ because good girls don’t say bad words towards their doms.” johnny hums. “and what’d you do to get a spanking?” you huff, “i called you a piece of shit for not letting me eat breakfast in bed. but, the breakfast was nice— thank you.”

“clearly your haven’t learned your lesson but.. i guess i’ll let it slide. and, thank you for saying the breakfast was good.” you chuckle and lean against his chest.

you yelp and sit up when feeling his palm land on your ass, again. “babe! my ass is sore, stop!” johnny frowns and pushes your hands away from your bruised ass. “i’ll rub it to make it feel better, yeah?”

johnny cups your ass cheeks and starts rubbing your cheek, softly pinching the meat. johnnys grip becomes tighter on your ass as he lifts you and slowly drops you down. he repeats that several times and finally, you give up and sit up with a whine.

“johnny, you’re turning me on.” johnny smirks and brings his hand to your jaw. “am i? you like feeling your pussy rub on my dick through my pants?” johnny nods your head and makes your lips more pouty.

“you want my dick, baby?” this time, you nod by yourself. “well, that’s too bad. you called me a dick so, you will not get my dick. take this as a lesson.” you watch as his eyes lurk down to your chest area.

“you look so gorgeous in my shirt.” his fingers mess with the buttons before he undoes the last four buttons in a quick motion. “johnny!” you gasp and look down to see your breasts nearly spilling out. “you act as if i’ve never seen you naked— im your husband.” you bite your lip and look away nervously.

johnny holds your hips and pushes them forward and then back. “i want you to keep rubbing your pussy on my dick, can you do that.” you nod and johnny does as well. “good.”

johnny brings a hand up to your right cheek and rubs it with his thumb pad. “keep rubbing that desperate pussy on my dick— show me how much you want me.”

your hips begin to go crazy, your jaw drops as you let out breathy pants. “j—babe,” you pant and lean back, hands behind you and on his knees, propping you up. “i—im close.” you gasp, eyes rolling back.

johnny grins and pushes the button up down your shoulders, letting it pool around your wrist. “ah, these perfect breasts.” johnny squeezes your breasts and pinches your nipples. “c’mere,” he tugs you up and ducks his head, letting his mouth wrap around your nipple, sucking onto the bud.

“oohh, johnny!” you cry out and hug his head. you feel him release your nipple and you feel him suck on the valley of your breasts. johnny sucks and allows the blood to rise to the surface of your soft skin. “i—im cumming!” you whine.

your fingers tug on johnnys hair as you toss your head back and let your orgasm take over. “j—?!” your head snaps back straight and johnny glares at you. “need you to be quiet, got it? don’t forgot how many people live in this house.” you nod and roll your eyes, again as another pulse of pleasure hits your clit.

johnny catches your head as it drops forward. “sleepy?” you nod with fluttering eyes. “let’s go to bed?” you nod, again.

johnny places his hand under your thighs and lifts you up, letting your legs dangle as he carefully carries you upstairs. “johnny?” he hums as he sets you on the bed. “can i have a glass of water? you gave me a glass earlier before you left but.. after you left, i threw it down the sink. i’m sorry.” johnny can’t help but to smile at your confession.

“i won’t punish her.” his mind says.

johnny presses a kiss on your forehead and leaves the room. he grabs a glass and fills it up like he normally does and brings it up to you, only for you to be knocked out cold.

he joins you in bed and as he gets comfortable, he phone pings. “who is up this late.” clearly, you and him but that’s besides it. he grabs his phone and checks it— it’s a notification from haechan.

VIDEO ATTACHMENT

johnny clicks the video and sighs when seeing a video of you tossing your head back and moaning while holding johnnys head to your chest.

johnny doesn’t even finish the video before shutting off his phone while rubbing his eye with a soft chuckle. “that little shit.” he exhales and cuddles with you.

“you better kick his ass tomorrow.” you mutter and he laughs aloud.

#ash talks #nct smut #nctsplug02 #anon #nct imagines #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #nct scenarios #kpop smut #nct 127 #johnny suh smut #johnny seo smut #johnny x reader #johnny angst #johnny fluff #johnny smut #johnny suh #nct johnny

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captain-mj · 8 months

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The Cure

Did this to break my writer's block. It semi worked? 09 SoapGhost with some possessive Soap and self destructive Ghost

Lot of implications to bad things in here, but nothing is really explicit.

Soap knew a few things about himself. He was territorial. Not possessive. There was a difference. Things were his. Sometimes that included people.

Like Ghost. It wasn’t that he was Ghost’s Captain and therefore Ghost was his Lieutenant, though that didn’t help. People were welcome to get near Ghost. Maybe try to catch his attention. But the moment their grubby hands would get close. Reach to grab Ghost and take him away, Soap bared fangs.

It helped that Ghost himself was not one to let others have him. Ghost was not terrible. Sometimes he would take his mask off or allow people the honor of his company. People were never allowed to ask though. Allen had been stupid enough to ask for Ghost to remove his mask and Ghost still refused to take off his mask around him.

Soap got to ask though.

Soap got to ask for Ghost to strip in front of him. To bare himself and let Soap’s greedy, dirty hands grope him. As far as Soap knew, he was also the only one allowed to fuck him. And Ghost was such a good boy. Always willing to take whatever in bed. Soap got to do whatever he wanted to him.

Tied him up, praised him, degraded him, so far his record was getting three orgasms out of Ghost, a slightly low number but it had been a manner of not having anymore time rather than Ghost telling him to stop. He was an angel that Soap loved to ruined. Seeing those giant brown eyes staring at him. They always had a vaguely blank look in them until Soap got him close, then it was hazy. Something so deep right there but unreachable. Soap wanted to. He wanted to find out what made Ghost tick. Rip him to shreds and find out what his insides taste like.

Make the jokes about him being a middle child or that he joined the military too early. Maybe it did fuck up something in his brain, constantly having to share. Never able to call his things his.

So yes, he fucked Ghost like he’d never get to again and left so many marks on him under all those clothes that every time Simon moved one of them reminded him that he belonged to Johnny.

And that was his mistake. Clearly. He got so caught up in possessing Ghost, he forgot that at his core, Simon, was… fractured. There were deep cracks, not just in his skin and flesh, but also in his psyche. There were deep rooted issues that had to be touched Lovingly. Soap had to have a gentle hand at times. To trace the cracks and tell Simon it was okay until it really was.

“Go ahead and punish me.” Ghost begged, holding him tight. His throat is bared and he’s unmasked. Stripped down.

Soap frowned. This is one of those times. He messed up. “Why would I punish you, Simon?”

“The mission failed.”

“That doesn’t mean you deserve to be punished.”

Ghost hit him. Not hard. Just a faint thumping against his chest. “I do. I do. You’re always rough when missions go wrong. Just punish me already.”

Soap winced. “No. No, mi chuisle. It’s not punishment.”

Ghost leaned into him and buried his face in his neck. He tried to press himself into him. To shrink as much as he could. “Please. I need to turn it off. I need everything to turn off.” He started to scratch at Soap’s clothing, desperate and wanting.

Soap hesitated but gave in when Ghost looked up at him like that. “Alright. How about we take it slow, yeah? Let me take care of you.”

Ghost nodded. “Alright. Please. I’ll be good. I want you. I want you so bad.” He mouthed at Soap’s throat until Soap backed him against his desk.

“Always are. Always perfect.”

“No, I’m not. Awful. Terrible.”

“You’re a gorgeous man, Simon. I tell you every chance I get.”

Ghost shook his head. “Not talking about my appearance, though that’s rather retched too. I meant my personality. Don’t know how you can stand me. Plus I’m a fucking baby during sex. Can’t fucki-”

Soap learned early on that Ghost could not be reassured like this. Only distracted until he was in a better mindset. Then Soap would tell him how much he liked him. For now, he sank his teeth into his shoulder, feeling him groan and arch into him. Ghost was already undressed, so it was easy to start to touch him. He had him on his desk with his legs around him in moment.

Soap let his gear stay on because he liked how it made Ghost seem a little smaller. He still had that inch of height, but no longer looked as bulky. His gloves came off though, relishing the feeling of Ghost’s bare skin.

“Do you want to try to make me finish four times tonight? I won’t tell you no. Or you can slap me. I know you li-”

Soap cut him off again. He kissed him to shut him up. No. Ghost deserved special treatment tonight. Gentle hands. Loving touch.

Soap used more lube than usual to open him up. He started talking him through it. Telling him before he pushed in any further and making him swear it didn’t hurt at all, rewarding him with another when he was honest for him. “Good boy. Such a good boy.”

Ghost started to flutter his eyelashes. His eyes looked wet, but Soap knew from experience that it was impossible to get tears “I promise I want to be.”

“You already are. So sweet, just for me. So tough for everyone else, but you can be nice and soft right here and now.” Soap crooked his fingers, carefully pleasuring Ghost. With all this talk of punishment, he didn’t want to overstimulate him and reinforce any terrible ideas. Especially when Ghost was pressing back and trying so hard to get more.

Soap carefully pulled his fingers out and moved Ghost so his ankles were on his shoulders. He took a moment to just… admire his cock on Ghost’s body. His skin was fairly tan and it was very noticeable against Ghost’s paler skin. His hands were the same way, a stark contrast to his lover’s coloring. He started to kiss along that Glasgow Smile as he pushed into Ghost, feeling his legs tremble.

Ghost groaned and shifted his hips, trying to let Soap get in deeper. So eager to please. To have Soap reach in his brain and remove all of his thoughts. Rolling his hips seemed effective enough. He hit Ghost’s prostate over and over again. Pleasuring him as much as he thought Ghost could stand.

“Feel good?”

Ghost nodded, eyes unfocusing. “So good. Please, sir. Don’t stop.”

Soap nodded. He imagined the conversations they’d have later. He’d have to pick Ghost’s brain and try to figure out how to take better care of him before he fell apart. But Ghost’s tight body was getting to be a bit distracting. Eventually, he could only focus on the push and pull of their bodies. Trying to wring ever bit of pleasure he could out of it for Ghost. He wanted Simon pampered. Sometimes, he thought of just keeping him in bed and not letting him out for a while. Simon would let him.

But would he enjoy it?

Soap groaned and bit Ghost’s hard, feeling him cum all over himself moments later. He shook and clenched and twisted around Soap until he was following him.

They sat there. Sticky and hot.

“Don’t you want to keep going?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I can handle it.”

Soap lifted up. “Not what I asked. Let me get you cleaned up and then you can lay in my bed and relax. Think you need it.”

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #soapghost #cod #ghoap

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writemekpop · 1 year

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Do-Over | Johnny Suh

Summary: You give your kid’s deadbeat dad Johnny one last chance to step up. A snowstorm puts him in danger of letting you down yet again.

Genre: Baby daddy!Johnny, ex boyfriend!Johnny, angsty

Word Count: 1.2k

Johnny laughed at his reflection in the rear-view mirror. In his homemade costume, he looked like a turnip.

He was determined to go all the way for yours and his daughter Rakha’s play. He would make awful jokes, he would hold little Rakha on his shoulders, he would point her out to the other parents and say, That one’s mine!

He was ready to finally step up and be a father to his kid.

The bouquet of long-stemmed red roses for you was a bit much, he now realised. They were the floral equivalent of a confession of love. Maybe he should leave those in the car.

Thick snow piled up over everything. The world looked a day old.

The dash on his bust-up Ford Fiesta said 5:40pm. He might just make it to Rakha’s end-of-term play in time…

Then he turned a corner, and cursed. He had just hit a mile-long stretch of road where the snow had not been shovelled. The land ahead of him was as blank and lonely as a piece of paper.

There was no way to get through.

He whipped out his phone and tried to call you, but there was no signal.

He let his forehead fall forward in frustration.

He would never forget his last conversation with you.

“Just one more chance. Please.” he had begged, trailing you as you strode to your car. You strapped Rakha in the backseat without looking at him, then got in the front.

He held the car door open so you couldn’t shut him out.

You looked coldly up at him. “She barely recognises you, Johnny.”

“I’ll be at the next recital. On time. Early – early, in fact.”

When he saw that glint of steel in your eyes, he remembered why he had fallen in love with you. Your words cut like razors, but even as it ached, he loved you for it.

“Go get some sleep, Johnny,” you said. Your nose curled. “And a shower.”

You tried to close the door, but he stopped you one last time.

“Y/n” Johnny said quietly. “When will I see you again?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Fine. She has an end-of-term play. But if you don’t make it to this one… I don’t want to hear from you again.”

You stood at the back of the tiny church, glancing at the clock. You kept picturing Johnny thundering through the doors, blurting out apologies in his bull-in-a-china-shop way.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

You still worried about Johnny. You would never tell anyone this, but it was true.

Every night, you would get up at around midnight, leave the bed without waking your new boyfriend Mark, and walk out onto your tiny balcony. Standing there, you would silently ask the universe where Johnny was. If he was still living in his parents’ basement. If he was eating alright.

If he still thought about you.

Then you would go back to bed, without ever telling a soul what you had done.

The curtains opened for the play, and you applauded with all the other parents. You watched Rakha’s little face fall when she realised Johnny wasn’t with you.

That was when you realised. Just like Rakha, you had still secretly believed that Johnny would show up.

Of course, he’d forgotten.

You felt like an idiot.

Johnny felt a fire burn in his belly, despite the freezing air in the car.

He would get to that recital if it killed him.

It was a blizzard now, but he was only about twenty minutes’ walk from the church.

He pushed his way out of the car and started the slow trek, using an old map to shield his head. The wind howled in his ears. Each flake of snow was a tiny blade.

He couldn’t feel his fingers, but he was determined to keep going. It wasn’t just his baby girl he was fighting for.

It was you.

“You know what my husband Mr Giant likes best? Little girls on toast,” a girl in Rakha’s class shouted. “Quick, Jackie, hide!”

Rakha, who was playing Jackie in Jackie and the Beanstalk, jumped behind a cardboard cut-out of a pot.

There was silence.

That was when you realised your mistake. Unable to resist Johnny’s pleading, you’d let him play the Giant in the school play. It was a tradition that one parent would take part in the play with the children.

Rakha’s face started to turn red. Her eyes flicked to the door and back. The sight was torture for you.

You were rigid in your seat. Should you jump up and be the Giant?

Suddenly, the double doors at the back of the church slammed open. Everyone turned around.

A six-foot tall, monstrous figure limped into the room. It was shaking, and covered with snow and mud.

Its voice thundered through the room. “FEE-FI-FO-FUM! I smell the blood of an Englishwoman!”

All the kids squealed with joy. Even the teachers were laughing.

You were the only one not smiling.

Johnny’s half-hearted attempts at parenting were almost more painful than if he just disappeared. They made you hope. And hope was a road that led nowhere.

When the play was over, Johnny lifted Rakha up onto his shoulders. She proceeded to pull his ears and try to control his movements like a puppet.

When Johnny saw the look on your face, he put her down.

Your arms were crossed. “The play started at six, Johnny. Not six forty-five.”

Johnny explained everything about the snowstorm, and how he had to abandon his car.

You didn’t want to believe him, but you had to admit he was telling the truth. And… it was a little sweet how he’d learned all his lines.

Johnny smiled.

“What is it?” you said.

“I just realised how I remember this church.”

He walked into a dusty music room filled with old pianos and organs.

He turned to face you. “Have you really forgotten? My 18th…”

You chuckled, your face heating. “Oh my god. Was it really this room?”

Johnny pretended to lay himself seductively over a grand piano. “My very first time.”

“Shut up,” you said, grinning. Then you saw that he was serious. “I was your first?”

Johnny came close and placed his hands on your waist. You placed yours on his shoulders, just as you used to do.

Johnny leaned slowly down and kissed you. His lips were unbearably sweet.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked quietly, though you already knew the answer.

“I want to try it for real,” Johnny said. “I want us to be a family.”

You wished you could be like your daughter Rakha. You wished you could love Johnny effortlessly, for love’s sake. Without having to remember all the times he had let you down.

It wouldn’t be that easy. You were a parent now.

But then, why it felt so natural so be in Johnny’s arms, despite the years you had spent apart. Johnny was your home. It was as simple as that.

“How about… we start with the Easter fair, and we can take it from there?”

Johnny was about to protest, but you put a finger to his lips.

You grinned. “Just to warn you… that costume of yours did not exactly hold up in the rain. You might want to put that jacket back on before somebody calls the police.”

Smirking, you walked away, leaving Johnny in that little hall.

They say you cannot choose your family. You could not choose whether or not to love Johnny.

You would always love him.

It was as simple as that.

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