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The Ghost Next Door - Chapter 8

Prompt: After suffering an almost lethal injury in combat, Simon "Ghost" Riley expected a dull, and uneventful leave back at his shitty apartment. His new next-door neighbor ruins his plans. Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (named Riley Thomas for plot purposes)

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Disclaimer: slow burn; neighbor!Simon; explicit sexual content; unprotected sex;

Chapter Summary: In which Simon and his neighbour exchange confessions (and bodily fluids).

Word Count: 3.9K

Come Monday evening, Simon Riley found himself facing his hardwood floors, strong, firm biceps holding him steady in a strong plank.

The heavy rain splattered loudly against his windows, the howling winter wind unrelenting against the building’s edges. He had turned the small heater on hours ago, but he knew if he wasn’t settling his daily score of push-ups he would be freezing regardless.

Johnny had left the previous evening, taking the overly excited pup out of his neighbor’s hands, and Simon had busied himself with deep cleaning the flat, finishing the day with some much needed exercise to take the edge off. He both loathed and yearned for the anxious nerves bubbling in his stomach everytime he thought about his last encounter with the young woman next door.

He had found no relief in the familiar touch of his own hand, nothing nearly satisfying enough to keep his mind from wandering back to her kitchen, and the wetness coating his fingers inside her warmth.

He felt his cock twitch in his sweatpants once again, permanently hard with the worst case of blue balls he had ever experienced, since he first felt her eager grip around his base, and the languid strokes that had almost brought him over the edge. Johnny hadn’t shut up about having caught them in the middle of something, despite Simon’s unyielding denial and threats to dump his corpse over the canal, and he knew he would never let it go.

He pulled himself off the floor, joints popping semi-painfully as he checked his watch.Simon couldn’t deny the unsettling concern twisting in his stomach as he checked the time again: Riley should have been home at least an hour ago. He admonished himself for having studied her routine so well, knowing she would most likely find it creepy, but as soon as he pulled his hoodie over his head, he heard her keys jiggle in the hallway.

As per their usual routine, he waited for her to be ready to spend some time with him, putting on his face mask and walking over to the stove, beginning to heat up dinner as he heard her move about.

Was that…sniffling?

He knew something was off the moment she meekly knocked on the door, and he wasn’t surprised to find tears rolling down her freckled cheeks, hair messy from the wind, still in her oversized scrubs reeking of cat piss.

“Bloody hell…” He recoiled from the stench. “Wha’ happened to you?”

“I had the worst day ever!” She cried weakly, shoulders slouched in defeat as Simon softly pulled her inside.

“I can see that, love.” He cocked his head to the right “Wanna talk about it?”

“I had to put down a puppy.” She sobbed into her hands and his heart broke at the pain in her voice, the way she trembled. “Then we got two feral cats to spay and one of them pissed all over me, I stepped on dog shit on the way home, got soaked from the rain because I forgot my umbrella and my hot water isn't working.”

She sighed, exhausted, and Simon waited patiently for her breaths to slow down, stepping closer carefully.

Then he wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, engulfing her in a loving embrace that had her head buried in his chest. At first she had resisted, palms pressed against the muscled span of his broad shoulders.

“Simon…I stink.”

“So do I, love.” He muttered into her hair, holding her tighter until eventually she relaxed, sighing deeply at the comforting touch, her hands holding onto his hoodie as if she was afraid he would let go too soon. He wouldn’t.

“I ain’t very good with words.” He admitted, arms still secured around her back as she inhaled his scent, his chin propped up on her head. “But how about you take a shower here while I fix yours, and then we eat some dinner, yeah?”

“You can’t always be the one cooking, you know.” She frowned, lifting her head up to look at him.

“Nonsense. M’ home all day anyway.” His thumb wiped away stray tears, a gesture he had so quickly become accustomed to. “Besides, we both know I do it much better.”

“Asshole.” Riley giggled, wiping her nose, and Simon smiled under his mask in genuine happiness.

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Riley Thomas crossed her arm over her chest, fully naked in her neighbor’s bathroom as she reached for the fluffy towel he had arranged for her. Her scrubs and underwear were discarded on a messy pile on the impressively clean tiles, and she grimaced at the view.

She shivered, freezing, despite the heater Simon had bothered to move to warm up the small space while she washed, quickly realizing she had forgotten to ask him to retrieve some of her own clothes.

“Simon?” She called out nervously from behind the door, but got no response. She sighed deeply before walking out into the hallway, towel wrapped tight around her body as she walked around the flat, trying to find him.

The decorations were overall scarce, most of the rooms in desperate need of a woman’s touch, but she couldn’t help being surprised at how immaculate he had left his home, so in contrast with the constant layer of dust and pet fur in her apartment.

She slowly walked into the last room at the end of the corridor, feeling vulnerable as she found his bedroom, just as tidy as the rest of the house. Simon was nowhere to be seen, but she felt oddly watched as she noticed a picture on top of a dresser, the dim light coming from the window barely enough to make out the silhouettes. She stepped closer, curiously.

Two very young boys smiling brightly, sitting on a young woman’s lap. A scrawny, odd looking man behind the three of them. The father, she figured.

Riley marveled at the chubby blonde boy’s face, frozen in permanent happiness, big brown eyes so innocent and endearing. She lifted a finger absentmindedly, eager to touch the family portrait.

As her skin neared the cool glass, cased between the frame, a deep, gravely voice spoke, like a ghost in the shadows:

“I was 8. Tommy was still a little lad.”

She startled, eyes snapping back to him, gripping the towel closer to her frame.

“I was looking for you.” She muttered, as a form of apology, but he didn’t seem even remotely upset.

“Just fixed your shower.” He lifted her apartment keys, turning on a small lamp and stepping closer, setting them down on top of the dresser.

“Did you check on Milo?”

“‘Course. Big geezer. Sleeping on your pillow.” Simon kept a respectful distance, but frowned at her bare feet on the cold floors.

“I forgot to ask you for my clothes.”

“Thought about’it. Didn't wanna touch your stuff without your permission, though.” He shrugged apologetically before pointing at his dresser. “Make yourself at home, take whatever you need.”

Riley turned away from his gaze shyly, looking over her shoulder at his room.

“Your bed is huge.”

“I’m a big man.”

“That you are.” Her eyebrow rose in delight as she quickly looked him up and down, and Simon didn’t miss the mischievous glint in her eyes at the double meaning of her words.

He blushed, trying his best to keep his eyes on her face, taking the initiative to pick warm, comfortable clothes for her to wear.

“Your mother is beautiful.” She spoke softly, careful of what her words might trigger.

Simon froze, silent for a whole minute, before he replied:

“That she was.” His heart ached at the thought, but Riley’s presence seemed to somewhat soothe the deep, unforgiving pain of grief.

She went quiet, afraid she had overstepped some unspoken boundary, but Simon was quick to dismiss it as he passed her a pair of thick woolen socks.

“Put those on, before you catch yourself a cold.”

“You know…I didn’t expect you to own face wash.” She tried to change the subject as she sat on his bed, dismissing his command.

Simon turned, offended.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, you know…big, broody, mysterious guy…just didn’t seem like the type to worry about skin care.” She shrugged, teasing him.

“I’ll let you know I have wonderful skin.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Who taught you about skin care?” Riley leaned back on her arms, less worried about holding the towel as she relaxed further into his bed.

“Why? You jealous?”

She pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Maybe.”

“Hm.” Simon stepped closer, slowly kneeling in front of her bare legs. Her heart skipped a beat as his calloused fingers casually wrapped around her cold ankles, grabbing the socks and pulling them gently over each of her feet.

“I’m not the one going on dates.” He fired back, and she felt her cheeks heat at the accusation, removing a foot from his grasp.

“Never thought it’d bother you.”

“Never said it did.” He countered, heavy gaze challenging hers.

“Well, did it?”

“Did it what?”

“Bother you?”

He cocked his head to the right, considering his next words carefully. He was about to stand up, but she pressed her foot into his shoulder, holding him down. Simon’s breath quickened at the bold gesture, fingers digging deeper into her calf, teetering on the edge of self control.

“You’re a single woman.” He grumbled, noncommittally. “You’re free to do whatever you please.”

“That right?”

“Of course.”

“What if I want to do you?”

The tension between the two only deepened as she leaned forward, chest heaving under that damn towel he couldn’t wait to get rid of.

“Choices have consequences.” He muttered, gaze unfaltering as he gently grabbed her ankle and slowly lowered it from his shoulder. Instead, he yanked it forward, pulling the young woman closer to the edge of his mattress. If he so much as looked down he would have the perfect view of her naked sex, kneeling there so menacingly between her parted knees. His eyes, however, wouldn’t leave hers as he awaited for her next move.

Riley’s breath caught in her throat as she quickly held the towel against her breasts, legs trembling slightly. Goosebumps littered her skin as she bit her lip, considering his words.

“I want you.” She whispered, as if afraid the words would force him to retreat and hide behind his cold and detached demeanor. “I don’t care about anything else.”

“You should.” He leaned closer, fingers trailing up her calves and the back of her knees. “There’s lots of things you don’t know about me.”

She cradled his face carefully, looking down into his eyes so adoringly Simon felt his heart skip a beat. And then her fingers were hooked on the sides of his mask, pulling it down ever so carefully. He saw her hold her breath in anticipation.

A strong nose, probably broken one too many times, Riley noticed as she traced the small bump with her pointer finger. A massive scar that went all the way from his left ear to the underside of his chin, splitting the side of his chapped lips in a pinkish and white trail of skin. She felt her hand tremble as she softly grazed it with her nail, feeling his fingers gripping her legs tighter. Her thumbs caressed the sides of his stubbled, strong jaw as she admired his features in a trance.

“Then tell me.” She begged, face so close to his they were sharing avid breaths.

“For starters” His dark brown eyes finally moved down to her lips, incapable of facing her potential judgment “I’m 35 and I ain’t never been in a serious relationship. Not that there haven’t been any deserving women. I just thought they deserved better than me.”

Riley opened her mouth to speak, but he shushed her with a gentle finger to the lips, silently willing her to listen.

“Don’t have much of an education either. After I was done with school I was a butcher’s apprentice, and then I joined the army. All I was ever good for was a night of quick fun. No strings attached.” Simon admitted, large hands now back on her legs, rubbing soothing circles on the cooling skin.

“I don’t care.” She whispered, joining her forehead to his, fingers delving into his blonde locks.

“You’re not listening.”

“I am! I just-”

“I’ve killed people, Riley.”

Simon could physically feel the change in demeanor. He expected it. He noticed how her shoulders slouched, how dozens of questions flashed through her mind and her fiery persistence was considerably doused when faced with reality. People always preferred to ignore what being a soldier actually meant.

“I’m damn good at what I do.” Her fingers tightened in his scalp. “And my performance solely relies on the premise that I have nothing to lose. If I allow myself to indulge in this, as much as I’d love to - and trust me, I fuckin’ want to - I won’t be able to keep doin’ my job. And the job is all I know, all I’ve ever had.”

A long minute of silence ensued, their foreheads still joined together.

Simon’s stomach twisted with anxiety, and he could feel cold sweat starting to bead on his back. He was trying to mentally prepare for her rejection, but he realized he couldn’t. He had never cared this much about anyone before.

What he wasn’t expecting was the feel of her soft, tentative lips pressed against his own, cold on warm skin as her fingers locked him into place in a determined kiss. Simon groaned into her mouth, blood immediately rushing down as her tongue slowly explored his parted lips, fingers pulling on his scalp.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t fight it any longer as Riley pulled him impossibly close, hands descending into the hem of his hoodie and tentatively roaming under the fabric. She sighed contently into his lips, feeling the firm muscle and the soft trail of hair she was so eager to explore.

She gasped, tilting her head back as his warm lips moved to her neck, calloused hands secured around her thighs, kneading the flesh slowly. With eyes shut, thoughts lost in the bliss of finally feeling his tender touch, Riley pulled down the towel, baring her round breasts and letting it pool on her navel.

Simon’s lustful gaze darkened, descending his trail of wet kisses all the way down to her collarbone, lovebites marked upon her cooling skin as his hand reached up to knead her tit.

“You sure about this?” he murmured against her skin.

“Are you gonna make me beg?” She sighed deeply in pleasure as his thumb and pointer finger rolled her peaked nipple carefully. He licked a long stripe between the valley of her breasts, humming softly with eyes shut as if he was savoring her taste, before his lips left sloppy kisses along her other mound.

“Maybe.” He teased, tongue darting out to circle her left nipple, wetting it for a few seconds before retreating as soon as he felt her fisting the comforter, a strangled moan barely having left her pretty lips. “I think I’d enjoy the sound of that.”

“Simon, please…”She whispered as he licked the other one, this time for longer, before suckling on it, a deep groan rumbling in his chest.

“I was right, I do enjoy it.” He taunted before sucking her tits patiently, and agonizingly slow.

Riley trembled under his touch, trying not to seem too desperate as warm slick pooled between her naked thighs, fingers tangling in his scalp and pulling roughly as he reached a particularly sensitive spot that made her walls clench.

“Fuck” She moaned as his mouth parted from her chest, thumbs rubbing circles on her nipples, coated in his saliva. “Please…”

“Please what, love?” She sighed in desperate frustration, grinding her hips into the air when he pinched her sensitive skin.

“I need more.” She pawed at his hoodie, trying to pull it over his head.

“Greedy little thing.” Simon rumbled as he helped her strip his torso, a mass of muscle, scars and tattoos that left her breathless as her hands eagerly reached for his abdomen. But Simon wasn’t done yet, palm pressing against her chest, softly coaxing her to lay back down on the mattress.

“Simon…”

“Hm.” He grunted, lips already pressed into her inner thigh as he lifted her knees, placing her calves on each of his shoulders. He felt her legs tremble uncontrollably as he removed the towel from her lower body at once, exposing her glistening cunt, and making his half-hard cock twitch in his briefs.

“You don’t have to” She muttered as he sucked a hickey into her supple flesh, nearing the apex of her thighs, stubble tickling her sensitive skin. Riley’s fingers dug into the comforter, eyes shut in anticipation and nervousness as she felt his open mouthed kisses almost reach her folds.

“Don’ worry, love. This will be the best meal you’ll ever serve me.” She smiled shyly, cheeks heating at his gravely words.

Simon stuck out his tongue, but instead of placing it where she needed him most, he gave a series of slow, calculated licks to the delicate skin right next to her folds, as if he mimicked what he would do to her bundle of nerves in a few seconds. Riley whimpered at the tease, trying to wiggle her hips to reposition them under his mouth, but his hands held her down firmly.

“Where were we?”

“Huh?” She groaned in frustration, and he chuckled against her skin.

“With the begging.”

“Simon!” She whined as he licked around her folds once again, humming contently as he avoided the center of her sex. “Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please, eat me out!” She sighed deeply, cheeks bright red at the filthy words, but the embarrassment was quickly forgotten as he placed a delicate kiss on her clit, slowly building it up with languid movements of his tongue, side to side, as if he was making out with her cunt.

Riley let out a strangled moan, slack jawed and back arching from the bed as he carefully kissed, licked, and sucked on her soaked folds, tongue circling the small bud expertly, before moving down and teasing her entrance. Her hand reached down blindly, and he was quick to hold it with his own, fingers interlacing as he lapped at her sex hungrily.

The young woman was burning up under his touch, breath quickening too soon, too easily, and she felt embarrassed at how fast she’d crumble if he kept up his ministrations.

“Simon..”A warning.

“Hm.” He grunted into her, lost in her pleasure before he aimed his tongue lower and licked her from hole to hole, and then hole to hole to clit.

“Oh fuck.” She moaned loudly, and he hummed in approval, repeating the action again and again until he felt her tightening her grip on his hand, the other hand firmly gripping his locks.

“Please.” She begged, and he couldn’t refuse, using his thumb to collect the wetness at her entrance and sinking it into her tight hole slowly.

“I’m gonna cum.” Her voice broke, chest heaving.

“I know.” He latched his mouth onto her swollen clit, tongue gliding on it from side to side in quick movements as his calloused thumb slowly massaged her inside.

The pleasure blinded her as she reached her peak. The way her whole body trembled at once, toes curling and breath caught in her throat, back arched as she fisted his hair painfully tight. Simon didn’t care, he didn’t stop for one second, even when his tongue began cramping.

At last, Riley grabbed his shoulders, still panting as she reached for him, and he made an effort to get off his knees.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He groaned as his joints popped painfully.

She was already grinning and giggling as he held her gaze.

“Not a word, kid.” He warned and she laughed even harder, reaching her arms up for him to join her.

Simon pulled down his sweatpants and briefs, rock hard cock springing free before he carefully placed his body on top of hers, forearms bracing his weight.

“Hello, love.” He kissed her nose tenderly, before kissing her cheeks, her chin and her forehead, as she had once done to him on that drunken night. She smiled happily, before pulling him in for a passionate kiss that tasted like her pleasure, legs spread to accommodate him.

“Hello, Lieutenant.” She teased and he nibbled on the side of her neck playfully, making her giggle. “Getting a little too old to stay on your knees for so long?”

“I didn’ hear ya complainin’ two minutes ago.” He taunted, hands rubbing the sides of her thighs as her nails grazed his muscled back.

“Fair enough.” She reached down between their bodies, pumping his thick cock with a lustful gaze.

“Still up for it, love?” Simon tried to not act as eager as he felt, so close to his peak that he’d be lucky if he gave her three good pumps.

“Get inside of me.” She commanded firmly, spreading further.

“Yes m’am.”

Simon Riley obeyed, always good at following orders.

He rubbed his leaking tip on her sensitive clit, eliciting a low moan from her pretty lips, before trying to sink it in slowly.

“Bloody hell…you’re so tight.” He groaned into her ear, stopping slightly as he heard her hiss in pain at the stretch of his thick shaft.

“You okay, love?”

“It hurts…” She whispered, legs trembling at the intrusion once he penetrated a few inches deeper deeper. “It’s okay, I’ll get used to it.”

“If you need to stop, we stop, yeah? No questions asked.” He reassured, kissing her sweaty brow.

“Please don’t stop.” She begged, readjusting her hips for a smoother entrance.

Simon kissed her neck tenderly, letting his cock sink into her wet heat a little deeper, feeling her breath quicken with his own.

“Relax, love. It’ll make it easier.” He coaxed into her ear, feeling her nod against his skin as her body slowly loosened up under him.

He began a series of shallow thrusts, working his way inside her tight hole inch by inch, feeling his meaty length get progressively wetter, movements becoming sloppier as he finally bottomed out, the sound of skin slapping on skin almost drowning out their moans.

“Oh. My. God.” She whimpered in between thrusts, Simon’s pace quicking as he felt her moving past the pain and into that fucked out expression he had dreamt of seeing so many nights.

“If you keep moaning like that, this is gonna be over sooner than expected, sweetheart.” He panted, body now slamming forcefully into hers, her tits bouncing with each rut of his hips.

“I hope your pullout game is good” She blurted out, eyes rolling back as he hit a lovely spot inside her walls, wrapping her legs around his hips.

“Yeah, princess, me too.”

Simon couldn’t take it anymore. Her breathy moans, the headboard slamming, his heavy sack sticking to her sweaty skin each time he moved, the tight grip of her walls around his fat cock and the vulgarity of her spread legs were sending him spiraling.

But it was the adoring way in which she looked at him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him intensely, before looking at him with hazy eyes and uttering the four most terrifying words he had ever heard, that made him shoot a load inside of her.

“I love you, Simon.”

Fuck.

He came apart.

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iliektehhaxs · 5 months

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Celebrating Thanksgiving

Description: You should’ve known that celebrating the holidays with Johnny would lead to this.

Tags: John “Soap” MacTavish/Reader, no use of y/n, AFAB pronouns/genitalia

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Authors note: yeah I wrote this in 45 minutes with no editing this stupid scottish man gives me life-threatening brainworms, sorry

Celebrating the holidays with Johnny is always a spectacle in the best kind of way. You never found yourself to be overly excited when the holidays came around, mostly just treating it like another day, but that all changed when a certain blue-eyed Scotsman came barreling into your life.

Suddenly you found yourself anticipating the days when it’s just you and Johnny enjoying each other’s company.

You could spend the rest of your life in this moment and never grow tired, from putting up early Christmas decorations to cooking dinner, the latter of which you were currently occupied with as Johnny set the table.

“Smells like heaven in there lovie!” He says from down the hall. Like clockwork you can feel him take up space behind you, watching you diligently as you prepare for dinner.

“I’m not letting you have a taste Johnny,” you reply, holding in a laugh when you feel him pout against your cheek. “Wait until I’m done, then you can eat as much as you want.”

You should know by now to be more careful with your words, especially when you know how insatiable Johnny can be. “Now hen, it feels like you aren’t talking about the food.”

“Johnny.”

His hands find their way to your hips, holding you gently as he kisses your neck. “Just saying, the turkey isn’t the only thing that has to get stuffed tonight.”

“Jesus Christ,” you laugh, turning around to witness his shit-eating grin. “I think that’s the worst joke you’ve ever told me.”

“Gimme a couple days, ‘m sure I’ll think of something worse.”

God awful joke aside, you’d be a liar if you said the idea wasn’t intriguing, and the way he’s looking at you is definitely not helping.

“I can see it in your eyes hen, come now,” he kisses at your face, once, twice, before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. “You’ve been at the stove all day, let’s take a break—promise I’ll make you feel good.”

That’s not a promise you’ve ever known Johnny to break, so when he drags you down to the nearest couch and sits between your legs, you happily let him.

Legs dangling on his shoulders, licking at his lips as he pulls your pants down and grins wide when he sees you exposed and waiting, not taking a second to hesitate before he’s face first into your pussy. Immediately it’s as if a weight has been taken off your shoulders, the stress of preparing for the holidays melting away and slowly being replaced by the pleasure that is Johnny’s greedy mouth against your sex. He laps at your cunt like it’s his job, moving against you until his face turns red and his chin is soaked in your juices.

“Christ, didn’t even need to prep you huh?” He mutters between kisses. “Like she’s made for me, huh bonnie?”

His eyes flutter shut when you tug his face closer, nose deep as he eats you out. Johnny treats your pussy like it’s royalty, talks you through your orgasm when your legs close tight around his head and goes right back to devouring you the second your legs stop shaking.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got ya—she’s begging me for it you know, she’s just waiting for me to put my mouth back on ‘er—“

He puts his thumb right on your clit, watches as your pussy twitches with each rub, mesmerized at the view. “See bonnie? She wants me so badly, she’s gaggin’ fer it, needy little cunt she is.”

You’re so dazed that you can barely register his belt being undone to free his aching cock, thrusting against the cushions with barely any care to his own pleasure so long as his mouth is filled with your taste. You nearly cry from how long he keeps you like this, whimpering for a break that he doesn’t give you.

You beg, heels digging into his back as tears build up in your eyes. You can only take so much pleasure before your first reaction is to pull away, an idea Johnny doesn’t entertain before he pulls you back down and holds you firm.

“Oh no hen, don’t run now, not when your pussy’s practically calling my name—she needs me y’know? Don’t try to take her away from me.“ he rambles before diving back in to explore your pussy. The way he talks to you, or your pussy rather, it’s like an addiction he can’t quit.

He spits into your wetness, spreading the mess with his tongue before going back to whispering praise between your legs with a reverence unheard of. “She’s so wet fer me, so fucking delicious—I bet she can take another one, yeah? Yeah, I think she can—“

As he wrings another orgasm from you, you question whether or not the two of you will even make it to the dining table this thanksgiving.

#john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x you #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish smut #cod smut #soap x reader #I’m 1000% certain I could actually write this better but do I want to?#no #robo writes #also this is for that thanksgiving challenge thing so YAY

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lil-spider · 8 months

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So Damn Pretty

Chapter 2

Part 1 : Part 3 :

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: Okey I’ve changed some stuff so here’s some context. I like the idea of Johnny being a bit of an sex addict and he’s really good at sex (he can find the clit type of good) cause he’s made himself a hobby fucking the pretty female victims and going out to the local bar when he actually gets free time. He’s a basically massive man whore, but he can’t help it that women find him sexy (super cocky). But Drayton later finds out he’s been fucking the food (lmao) and has temporarily banned him from going out by himself and keeping the female victims away from him. So a sex starved Johnny who’s heavily attracted to the reader sees an opportunity to use her like a maid so he can constantly keep fucking her. I’m still gonna keep the baby momma thing but that will come later in the story. Oh and I’m turning 21 on the 17th! So happy birthday to my fellow September babies!

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

Catchy music was blearing out of the front speakers of the minivan; my friends Jessica and Nate were singing along to the tunes. I was sitting in the back, relaxing into my seat, enjoying the fact that college was finished and summer holidays were just beginning. We decided this summer we were going to experience camping for the first time. We had all grown up in the city and never got the chance to enjoy the country side of Texas. I’m excited to finally cross camping off my bucket list, and make this summer memorable.

My bubbly blonde friend Jessica turned around in her seat. “Two hours left, and we should be at the campsite before night.” She said this, grinning at me and turning back to kiss her boyfriend, Nate, on the cheek. Nate, being the protective type, only tagged along with us as he didn’t like the idea of two ‘pretty girls’ camping by themselves in the middle of nowhere. They have only been dating for a few months; he’s the classic teen heartthrob with dazzling eyes and short, dark blonde hair, and Jessica is the overly cute blonde. They were perfect for each other. I smile at the both of them, they were great friends.

“Oh fuck!” Nate is panicking as black smoke starts coming out of the hood. He pulls over to the side of the road, and all of us get out to see what’s wrong. “Can’t it be fixed?” I ask, looking at Nate, worried. His face contorts in disappointment. “I've got no idea, Y/N; cars aren’t my speciality.”

We all look at each other, uncertain of what to do; we’re in the remote countryside without any sort of help. “We might have to walk back if no one drives by.” Nate tells us regretfully: But as soon as he said that, we saw an old blue Ford truck honking and driving up to us.

“You need a hand?” The unknown driver asked Nate. “Yes please! Our van just broke down with smoke coming out.” Nate explained to the man. He nods his head and parks his truck in front of us. The trucks door opens, and out climbs one of the best-looking guys I have ever seen. He wears a black sleeveless top that shows off his muscular arms and a pair of blue denim jeans paired with dirty yellow gloves. He has dark brown hair slicked back with a few strands falling over a scar; my cunt embarrassingly throbbed at the sight of him; I must have gone red in the face as he smirked looking at me. I quickly turned my head to look at Jessica, who was also a little red in the face. It’s not every day you see a hot country boy.

The handsome stranger introduces himself as Johnny Slaughter. “Good to meet you, Johnny. I’m Nate, over there is my girlfriend Jessica and my friend Y/N.” I did a little wave at my name, hoping I wasn’t still blushing. He shakes Nates hand and nods his head to us. “Ladies. Damn, he has a deep voice; it’s making me all hot and bothered. “Alrighty then Nate, pop the hood and let's take a look.”

Johnny stared at the engine, arms pressed against the van, leaning over while shaking his head. “I’m going to have to get my tools for this.” He said, looking over at us. ‘’Ah, shit! That bad?" Nate asked. “Yep, but don’t y’all worry, I’ll get this baby fixed in the morning. For now I can take you guys back to my family’s home, get some food, and sleep?’’ Johnny offered. “Wow, that’s so nice of you, Johnny.’’ Jessica replied, smiling at him, being a little too flirty.

I feel a little uncertain about trusting Johnny, we have only just met him; but he is helping us and I would rather not sleep on the side of the road. Jessica and I nod to Nate in agreement with Johnny’s offer. “Okay, yeah, we’ll go with you.’’ Nate tells him. He smiles, slamming the hood of the van back down, and turns, leading us back to his truck. He opens the back door, and we three slide in. As Johnny hops into the driver's seat, we are greeted by a woman sitting in the passenger seat. Was she here the whole time? “Hi y'all, I’m Sissy.’’ She introduces herself with a wink, but before we could reply, she blows this white powder in our faces. My vision starts to blur as I hear strangled coughing from my friends, and everything quickly goes black.

The next thing I know, I’m waking up tied to a meat hook, covered in dry blood, and desperate for freedom. At that time I had no idea where Jessica and Nate could be, but now as I stare at their lifeless, brutalised corpses, I regret not trying to find them. Jessica's blonde hair is tangled, and her body is covered in slices, with a massive cut on her stomach. Nate's handsome face was shredded up by a chainsaw. They are getting wrapped in a blue tarp, by a larger man with a very human like mask on his face. Johnny takes a drag of his cigarette while holding me, and he shoots me a grin, seeing my legs wobble from the hard fucking I endured. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you? So slutty having an orgasm while your friends get murdered.’’ He taunts quietly in my ear, guilt-tripping me.

“Johnny, why is she still alive?” Asked the small woman who blew white powder in my face. It’s Sissy, I think, trying to remember her name. “This pretty little thing is going to help us cook, clean, and do all the daily chores around the house. We’ve been needing extra hands around the farm since Ma is gone and Drayton busy with the chilli carnivals.’’ He explains to Sissy. She looks at me up and down, smirking. “Oh, I’ve been wantin’ some female company for ages now, and you're so beautiful too! I have these pretty ol’ dresses that would look lovely-,” she didn’t finish her sentence as she’s cut off by Johnny. “That’s enough, Sissy; you can talk to her later; we've got sh*t to do.’’ She rolls her eyes at him but goes to help the larger man.

Johnny pats the larger man on the back, “You did a good job, Bubba.’’ So Bubba is his name. He just lets out these happy groans. So he’s nonverbal?Johnny turns back to me. “Were you listening before? Tomorrow, Sissy will show you how things get done.” With a cig in his mouth, he grabs me again, pulling me out of the slaughterhouse and bringing me to his parked truck. “I’ll cut off the zip-tie when we get back home.’’ He opens the passenger-side door, waiting for me to hop in. He shuts the door after me and flicks away his burned-out cigarette, reaching in his back pocket for another one. Johnny walks away as Sissy plops into the back seat. “Hi again sugar.” She says gleefully behind me.

Johnny and Bubba walk back, carrying each body on their shoulders, I swallow a lump as they chuck the bodies carelessly in the tray. Johnny, with another cigarette in his mouth, gets into the driver's seat, Bubba sits next to Sissy. Johnny chucks his packet of smokes and bloodied gloves from his back pocket onto the dash. He starts up the engine and changes gears, leaving the slaughterhouse behind. The drive is silent except for Sissy’s humming; Bubba stares out of his window while Johnny drives one handed flicking his finished cigarette out the window. I look back to the front, watching the high beam lights brighten up the dark landscape.

We turn onto a long dirt road leading up to a white, two-story house. Johnny parks the truck at the front and helps Bubba unload the bodies. Sissy goes to unlock the front door, leaving me alone. I thought of running when they took the bodies into the house. But I’m still zip-tied, so my chances of escaping now are extremely slim.

Johnny comes back to open my door and yank me out. He roughly drags me inside. I look around and notice a lot of bone decor, similar to the hanging bones in the slaughterhouse. I really hope it’s not human. I’m brought downstairs to a basement, Johnny opens this metal door, it makes a loud awful sound. He takes me to a small prison; Johnny stops to cut off the zip-tie, and I rub my sore wrists, trying to bring the blood to flow back. Johnny pushes me into the room, locking the door. It’s smells disgusting and damp.

“I'll be back to bring ya’ dinner.’’ He leaves upstairs, slamming that awful metal door. I sit down on the dirt floor and bring my knees to my chest. Dried-up cum is all over my thighs, making me feel gross. I started to cry. The last few hours have been horrid. I wish it was just a nightmare. The basement door slides open again. Snivelling, I stand to see who's down here. It’s that large man with the mask, Bubba; he walks over to the end of the basement, where I see Jessica and Nate’s hanging bodies, stomachs sliced open with their organs dropped into a metal tub. My hands shake as I cover my mouth in shock. Oh God! Bubba unhooks Nate and carries him over to a workbench littered with dirty tools. He grabs a hacksaw and begins to dismember Nate. I walk backwards into a corner, sliding down the wall. I started to breakdown. Is he harvesting them? Are these murderers cannibals? God, why did this happen? From sheer exhaustion, I lean my head back and pass out.

“Hey! Wake up!’’ My eyes shot open, searching for the yelling voice. It’s Johnny; he’s holding a white bowl with a spoon. He crouch’s down to my level and hands out the bowl for me to take. I hesitate because I am sceptical of the ingredients. “It’s pot roast; Sissy made it.’’ It does smell delicious, but I don’t wanna eat it. “I’m not hungry,” I told him in defiance. His eye twitches in annoyance, not liking my response. He grabs my hair roughly, craning my neck to stare at him. “Listen, I’m being really fucking nice here, so I ain’t gonna take any disrespect! You may be pretty, but I can easily get another woman who is just a tad more obedient to replace you.’’ His threat worked. I snatched the bowl and dug in, It was tasty. “Good girl.’’ He smiled, patting my head as I ate. He waits until I’m finished and leaves. Did I eat someone? Will I have to eat my friends? I have so many questions but right now the only thing that matters is staying alive. I don’t want to end up like Jessica and Nate.

Sometime later, Johnny comes back to let me out. “Follow me," I obeyed him, leaving the basement and following upstairs. He brings me to a bathroom. It has white broken tiles, a large bathtub with a shower head. He locks the door after I enter and turns the water on, letting it heat up. He throws off his top, giving a new view of his muscular body. I couldn’t help but stare. He has old scars lingering over his body more noticeably on his large pecs, he’s has light definition on his abdomen, and a defined v-cut. His body represents the result of hard work. He smirks at my staring, continuing he unbuckles his jeans, pulling them down. I quickly glance wanting to get a good look at his cock. It’s only semi-hard yet it’s still intimidating, how did it managed to fit inside me?

Johnny doesn’t move as he waits for me to undress. Not wanting to anger him again, I take off my dress, dropping the tattered material. I shiver in my naked form. He gently takes my hand and helps me into the shower. I hiss as the hot water makes my cuts sting. He grabs a plain bar of soap and starts lathering it up and down my body. Enjoying my little gasps as he squeezes my tits and glides his hands everywhere. He swaps us around so he goes under the water, his muscles flex as he relaxes, his head falling back, closing his eyes, while his hands run through his dark hair.

I won’t lie; just the sight of him is turning me on. Shit, why does he have to be so sexy? A murderer shouldn’t be sexy. Startling me out of my thoughts, he grabs my hand that’s holding the soap and moves it to his body, wanting me to wash him. Nervous, I don’t refuse, but I start out slowly around his stomach, leading up to his chest. This small action makes him rock hard. I see it pulse against his lower stomach just above his belly button, I bite my tongue scrubbing his body with both hands, massaging his chest and arms, feeling his muscles. The hot look he gives me sends a throb straight to my core. Water gently running down his handsome face. He brings my right soapy hand down to his cock, tugging it. “Come on baby, jerk my fucking cock.’’ I hesitate for a second, he squeezes my hand hard as a slight warning not to disobey. Wincing, I start to tug at his cock up and down, jerking him off. Groaning, he rocks his hips, shifting them into my hand, following my rhythm. “Good girl, play with my cock, just like that’’ He’s a head taller then me so when he grabs my chin to look at him I have to bend my neck back. “I bet your pussy’s dripping.’’

He swats my hand away and grabs my hips, bringing me in closer under the water so the soap starts rinsing off. He places his fingers below and, feels up my pussy, “I fucking knew it; you're such a needy whore, getting wet from jerking my cock off.’’ I grow shy at his words, wanting to hide my face from embarrassment. Johnny places his hands on the sides of my head and shoves his tongue down my throat. Heavily aroused, I kissed back, holding on to his shoulders. We start making out, our hot tongues wrestling with each other. His strong arms pick me up and shove me against the shower wall. I wrap my legs around his waist for balance while he lines his cock up thrusting it in my cunt without warning. I groan at the sudden intrusion: “Shhh, it’ll only take a second.’’ He says impatiently pounding into me. His hard cock reaches new places, making me moan desperately. The running water muffles the sounds of flesh clapping together. He grips my hips hard as he thrusts upward at a brutal pace. This time only focusing on his own release.

He leans back to watch my chest bounce. “Fuck, I love your tits.’’ He says with admiration as he slows down to suckle on each nipple. His obsession with my breasts is going to be the end of me. I start getting closer again until he stops, suddenly cumming inside me. “Ah,’’ he lets out a little moan as he fills my throbbing cunt. I look at him in disappointment, I was so close to cumming. He grins playful at me. He places me down as we go back to washing, I silently fume as my pussy and clit pulse from neglect.

We dry ourselves, and he puts on new, clean clothes similar to his older ones, but the shirt is blue. He hands me a white summer dress. “One of Sissy’s.’’ He tells me, “any underwear?’’ I question. He just sends an amusing smile and shakes his head. “That's a privilege, sweetheart.’’ Great; it wouldn’t have been bad if the dress wasn’t so short. If I bend over too far, I’ll flash my goods.

Johnny leads away to what seems to be his room. Everything is old and wooden; including a worn-out bed barely big enough for two people. He lays down on it and pats his side, signalling me to sit. I lay down on his bed as he sits up going in between my legs, pushing up my new dress. “I like the easy access.’’ He tells me right before sucking on my swollen clit. “Nnnnh.’’ I moan breathlessly finally having some relief. His two middle fingers slide in and set a steady pace. I spread my legs wider for him, still turned on from the shower fuck. He shoves his tongue flat against my nub, licking it up and down. I push his head further into me, thrusting against his face; this spurs him on as his fingers speed up. I cum on his face, my head thrown back, as my hands grip the sheets tight. I rut into him as he licks up all my juices.

Just when I thought we were done he thrusts his fingers back into me. I try to close my legs and wiggle away from the overstimulation but Johnny forces them open. He lets out a deep chuckle at the tears rolling out my eyes, I clench on his thick fingers as he puts his thumb on my sensitive clit, rubbing it in slow circles. I still hold onto the sheets while lifting up my hips, trying to chase my second release. He hears my needy whines and speeds up, swapping to his other thumb to rub my clit faster while his opposite hand continues finger fucking me. “Fuck, Johnny please don’t stop.’’ I beg him as I cum around his fingers. I gasp at the abruptness of my second orgasm. My legs shake from the intensity. Johnny pulls his hands away from me as I turn to the side, squeezing my legs trying to relieve the sensations.

He casually stands up walking to the desk across the room grabbing a cig, lighting it. Cig in mouth he undresses, getting ready bed. I watch him smoke, flicking the ashes in a tray on the desk. When I finally calm down he’s finished the cigarette, he turns of a lamp comes to lay down behind me, getting comfortable. He wraps one arm around my waist and helps me take of my dress letting it drop to the floor, So both of us now naked. “I'll set up a room for you soon; for now, you’ll stay with me.’’ He speaks softly. I try to get comfortable on the small bed wiggling slightly. “You keep moving like that and I’m going to fuck you again.” He threatens squeezing me tight. I freeze, too sensitive to test his patience.

“Hey Johnny?” I gently whisper his name. The only response I get is snoring, now left with no distractions I go back to my thoughts. I feel guilty knowing I’ve been enjoying Johnny’s company too much, I shouldn’t feel this comfortable with him but the more he cuddles into me the more my eyes feel heavy, I start to fall sound asleep in the arms of a killer.

#johnny slaughter #johnny slaughter x reader #smut #texas chainsaw game #texas chainsaw massacre #fanfiction #tcm fanfic #johnny slaughter fanfic #Texas Chainsaw massacre fanfiction #fanfic

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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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Hellooo again! I come once more with more Gaz thoughts. Seriously, bro, I am DROWNING in Gaz everything right now. Like.. I need to breathe him, need to intermingle our souls.. And intermingle from behind, from the front, from between- AHEM. Anywho~~

Kyle is a nerd, a geek, a total goof. I cannot for the life of me get that out of my head that he would take every opportunity he could to bring up stuff like Dungeons and Dragons. "You, uh.. You mentioned that a new movie came out? You wouldn't happen to be talkin' about the D&D movie, would you? You are! So I've heard-" And then he'd spill facts and lore and stories and "Oh! I have the newest edition manuals. I've read them and memorized the rules. Would you like to learn? I can be Dundeon Master!" Of course, it's the literal written law to say yes to him no matter what, so you obviously agree.

Well, as it turns out, the geeky little one-on-one that he would have thoroughly enjoyed with you during a solo campaign would be completely ruined by a boisterous Scotsman and a grumpy skull-face. Price would have joined, but he was busy(he really just wanted to take a nap like an over-exhausted single Mother running after said boisterous Scot and too-serious, overly-sarcastic skull-face)

With Kyle's plans utterly foiled,(he had PLANS, damnit!) he went on to begrudgingly teach Johnny and Simon what each die did, what each roll meant, how to write up a character and all the rest of that.(seriously, he really had plans for a solo sesh..)

"No.. Ghost, you cannot roll insight on a newborn Elf just because they might be the next bad guy.. This is the third time you've asked that, man, just leave it!" It was literally only the third session within the campaign, and Ghost was already on the highway to becoming a murder-hobo. It didn't help that Ghost had made a complete edgelord rouge with the backstory conforming to the stereotype. Opening the dictionary of stereotypes, Ghost's character was the single definition of it.

"Soap! Fucks sake, bruv, stop messing with me! Just because you want to hit on the made-up barmaid doesn't mean you physically have to act it out on me.. Soap!" Soap was also the definition of horny bard. Actually, Soap tried taking it up to an entirely higher extreme and physically attempted time and time again to act it all out. "Bu' think o' it, Gaz! It's all made up, why no' act it ou' as well?? It's fookin' genius!" "For the hundredth time, Soap, that's LARPING! Get your bloody hands off me, you git!"

And then there was you. Sweet, innocent little you. You were fairly normal, had done fairly normal actions that were consistent. Just a simple, happy, normal half-Elven fighter with a simple, happy, normal half-Elven fighter backstory. However.. His mistake was gifting you your first set of dice. He had bought the set specifically for you, bought it the moment he saw them, and immediately thought of you, that you would love to have them. He didn't know that that action, that simple little gift, would turn you into a dice Dragon.

"Bloody hell, what 'ave you done???" Session seven came around, and he was standing in your barracks dorm after getting a few complaints about your.. problem. There, spilling over your bunk and onto the floor, over the small little stand beside the bed, was several upon several sets of dice. "Beautiful, isn't it? Behold my treasure, for I am a Dragon! I have ascended to the heavens and have become my ultimate self!" "Bleedin'... Bleedin' hells, love.." He'd created a monster, but he couldn't be bothered to really care when it seemed to make you happy. He never had to worry about misplacing his own set now that you had so much to spare.

(I may or may not be a dice Dragon... It's not a problem, it's HAPPINESS)

I'm gonna be honest.

I have never, in my entire 29 years of unwillingly existing, have I ever seen one game of DND. I have no idea what it's about. When I ask people, they lose me in the details because they get too excited (i just get a wide look in my eye and nod every once in a while, because they're speaking with so much passion i'd never ruin that for them) or they give the sorriest explanations known to man because they don't have the patience to teach.

it doesn't help that i don't know anyone that plays it either.

now. I'd be doing exactly that as Kyle went on an explanation turned soliloquy, because it feels like he's now in a play, and i'm the audience with the way his hands gesture his words.

His eyes are bright, his face is lit up with joy and i have no idea what he's saying but he looks so good in his element.

And then he hands me a die.

It's one of the best things I've ever seen.

I'd look at him and ask him if he'd be willing to buy me more. The way he smiles at me has my cheeks burning.

Now I'm collecting all kinds of dice and hoarding it like Smaug.

He'll step on it, and yelps because it feels like a lego under his foot, but once he realizes it's something he's bought for me, he'll carefully place it back on the little bookshelf.

In anticipation of any more scattered treasure, he now drags his feet on the floor.

"Come along! Help yourself; There's plenty, and to spare!"

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arrow-luv · 3 months

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Daddy Issues

Warnings: none. js fluff and comfort, little bit of angst

Pairings: Dally Winston x fem!reader

Summary: After Dallas starts noticing little things about Y/N, he eventually finds out she has daddy issues

Extra Notes: i aged Dally to 25 in this and reader is 18, and reader lost her dad as a kid 🥲

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Everyone noticed it.

It was obvious.

Y/N had daddy issues.

It didn’t take rocket science to find out. She was always trying to get validation from the teacher in her last year of high school, specifically the male teachers. She was instantly attached to any older person who gave her attention, would always walk away when she saw a happy and healthy relationship between children and their fathers, and when any of the Greasers uttered the word “proud” to her, she would get overly excited.

Plus, the fact she lost her father as a kid, so she grew up with a lack of a proper father figure.

Dallas, on the other hand, had noticed it later than the rest, even though Y/N had grown attached to him the most out of the whole group.

It finally hit him like a freight train when he came to the Curtis house late at night to find her already there, curled into a ball on the couch. He wasn’t one to really show sympathy to a lot of people, but his tough demeanour instantly cracked when he saw her.

“Hey, kid. What’s wrong?” he asked as he walked over, his tone softer than usual. Y/N looked away, sniffling slightly as she tried to hide the fact she was crying.

“It-…” she started, but she couldn’t finish. She wiped some of her tears, not meeting Dallas’ gaze.

His brows furrowed in confusion and concern. “Calm down, darlin’.” he said softly, sitting down beside her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. At first, she tensed, almost hesitant to touch him, but she eventually calmed down. Her body trembled as she tried to choke back her sobs, burying her face in her hands.

Dallas felt his heart ache at her pain. He only felt this close with Johnny- why was he caring so much about Y/N?

“Fourteen years…” Y/N finally breathed out, her voice strained and choked as she spoke. At first, Dallas was confused. What was she saying? Then it hit him.

How long ago her dad passed.

He sighed softly, pulling her into his lap so she straddled him, his arms draped around her waist.

“Oh, sweetheart…” he murmured, not really knowing what to say or do, but just wanted to comfort her. He felt his stomach flutter with butterflies slightly when she buried her face in his chest, nuzzling more into his touch. Dallas pressed a small kiss to the top of her head, his cheeks tinting a light pink.

When Y/N opened her mouth to speak, Dallas shushed her, his fingers lightly combing through her hair. “Just go to sleep, darlin’. You’re alright. I know it fuckin’ hurts, I know it sucks, but you’re alright now.” he whispered, repeating it in her ear over and over again to try and calm her down, his hands running up and down her back. Every time she tried to speak, Dallas would just shush her, cooing soft praises and other sweet words in her ear, hoping she would eventually fall asleep, which she would after a while.

After a few hours, when the sun was rising, Dallas looked up when he heard a door opening, seeing Darry walking out of his room. When Dallas saw the look of confusion on his face, he spoke up.

“Don’t tell anyone. She had a rough night.” he said before Darry could speak, his tone firm.

Darry put his hands up, shrugging slightly. “Alright, alright.”

am i aware this is shit? yes, yes i am. it’s a short one and i had like, zero motivation and i was lazy, soo… 😀

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sweet-child · 10 months

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Fireworks

a device containing gunpowder and other combustible chemicals that causes a spectacular explosion when ignited, used typically for display or in celebrations

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In which we see what it is like at the L/n house during the Fourth of July

Pairing - N/A

Word Count: 834

A/n - Happy Fourth of July!

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“Hey Dallas, can you light this for me?”

It was the fourth of July, Y/n’s favorite holiday. Watching fireworks, lighting sparklers, lighting the black-cats in the street and watching them explode, making loud popping sounds and putting black marks in the road. For them, it wasn’t just about the day the United States passed the Declaration of Independence. It was about the memories made by lighting off fireworks with family and friends. Fireworks put a smile on their face, and they were more enthusiastic about the fourth than any other holiday. For them, it was something that they were passionate about, like how some people are with Christmas and Thanksgiving.

Dallas nodded, and took out his lighter. He lit the punk, to which the friend quickly thanked him for before going over to Ponyboy. The blonde, fourteen year old put a black-cat in the mud, to which Y/n quickly lit and stepped back from. When it exploded, Ponyboy jumped since he wasn't expecting it to go off in the mud, he thought it wouldn’t explode. They laughed, and grabbed the whole pack of black-cats and put them in the street. He steps back as his h/c-haired friend lit them. Getting a few feet away, they watched as the firecrackers exploded with a smile on both of their faces and a gleam in their eyes. Maybe it was the explosions, but for some unfathomable reason they loved the holiday. Quickly, Y/n picked up the trash since there were cars coming around the corner. They waved to the car as the car pulled into the grass to the side of the house.

Dallas and Steve were standing as they watched from the concrete porch of the L/n house while Johnny sat on the concrete porch. “They really like fireworks, huh?” Steve asked, taking a drag from a cigarette. “Y/n does, that's for sure,” Dallas replied, watching as the two friends started to light a parachute. Johnny nodded in agreement as he got up from sitting on the porch steps. Even though Y/n was about to turn 16, she acted like a child. Always smiling, laughing along to everything, and overly excited about things. The three boys watched as kids ran up and jumped into your arms. You laughed and swung them around before the kids, you, Johnny, and Ponyboy started to light off cherry blossoms. Two-bit then came running down the street, a white bag in his hand. “I brought some more stuff!”

After a few hours passed, Darrel and D/n had started to try and figure out what they should light first. Of course, Y/n overheard them talking about it so you made your way over to the two. “I got it figured out,” they grinned before explaining, “Fountains, since it's still a bit light out, then artillery shells and cakes. The cakes are the order I want them in. You go from top to bottom, then move over and repeat.” D/n nodded “Thanks kiddo, you’re good at this.” “Learned from the best!” Darry watched as his younger friend walked away, a small smile on his face.

As the kids ran around the yard with sparklers, Y/n watched with a smile on their face. They were at peace. With fountains, and the booms of fireworks going off at other people's houses in the distance. The smell of firework smoke in the air was of comfort, and even though Y/n might get burns due to the punks, they still loved it. Suddenly, they were pushed to the ground by a big, black, and loveable dog. Two more followed behind, also wanting attention. Laughing, Y/n petted their family’s dogs while Sodapop hurriedly walked over to help them up. He extended a hand with a smile, “Here, let me help.” Of course, they weren’t about to deny Soda’s help. They grabbed his hand and he pulled them up. “Thanks, Sodie.” “Yeah no problem,” He paused for a moment “Thanks for inviting me..and the gang, by the way.” Their eyes lit up, more than they have been in the past few hours “Yeah not a big deal! I'm glad you, and the gang, came!” They exclaimed, embracing the boy into a quick hug. “Means alot to me,” Y/n smiled.

Y/n, the gang, and the 3 dogs were all on a large blanket. It seemed like all of them were staring up at the sky as fireworks of all different colors exploded. All of them watched as the fireworks were launched into the air before exploding, and falling to the ground. Greens, reds, blues, whites, purples, pinks, all sorts of different colors were lighting up the sky and the world around the group. Taking their eyes off the fireworks, Y/n looked to each side of herself with a smile. “Guys?”

The boys turned their attention to their friend, all eager to listen to what their friend had to say.

“Happy Fourth of July.”

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #x readers #x reader #steve randle #ponyboy curtis #two bit mathews #dallas winston #johnny cade #darrel curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #fourth of july special #fourth of july

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 years

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hiii!! i rly hope u're doing well rn :]] i just wanted to request maybe some headcanons on how the gang kiss their s/o?? like what their kisses feel like, do they give some in public or just in private, how often they give them, and just general stuff like that heh ^^

A/N: Have I used this gif before? I feel like I have? Bonus point to whoever can find the other fic I used this on *shrugs* Thanks for requesting Nonny!

DARRY CURTIS

Darry’s kisses are usually pretty chaste, he bases a lot of his affections off what he saw from his parents, he’s old-fashioned like that

Because the boys are always hanging around and are so quick to make fun of the two of you, most of Darry’s kisses are short, usually on your lips, your cheeks, or your forehead

When they aren’t around, his kisses are a little longer, his hands holding onto you a little more

He’s only twenty years old guys, he’s still young and you make him excited; he loves kissing you, he loves holding onto you

When it’s just the two of you, Darry’s much faster to pull you down into his lap so he can kiss you

Good morning/right before one of you have to work kisses, welcome back home/i’ve missed you today kisses, goodnight/i hope you’ve had a good day kisses

SODAPOP CURTIS

He gets so excited whenever he kisses you, hands on your waist that slide up to hold the sides of your face to keep the kiss going

Soda’s laid-back attitude means that he’s not overly afraid to give you kisses in public but he doesn’t give you the same kind of kisses he’d give you when it’s just the two of you

He’ll press kisses to your cheeks and pepper kisses across your face but he’s not as quick to just start, like, making out with you in front of everyone

Kisses in public aren’t as lingering as the ones he gives you when you’re alone, they’re sweet but shorter

But like I’ve said, Sodapop’s favorite activity is kissing you, he’d spend his whole day trading kisses with you if you’d allow for it

Out of all the boys, I feel like he’d be one of the best kissers, I don’t know why but I feel like it would be him

PONYBOY CURTIS

Ponyboy’s kisses are probably pretty shy, at least towards the beginning of your relationship; you guys are both young and probably you were each other’s first kiss

Kisses in public from him are very rare, he’s too shy for that, he’d much rather just hold onto your hand or have his arm around you

Kisses around his brothers and the rest of the gang are very minimal, quick pecks to your cheeks mostly

Pony blushes whenever you kiss him, no matter how many times you do it, his cheeks flush bright red when you kiss him

Kissing in the back row of the movie theatres once you guys get a little further along in your relationship

At first Pony was a little hesitant because you guys came for the movie but he found that he enjoyed kissing you more than actually watching it; you should’ve seen the blush on his face when Soda asked him about the movie later that night

DALLAS WINSTON

I swear, this boy acts like he’s going to die if he doesn’t have his lips on you at all times

You’ll be doing something, talking to one of the boys or just sitting on Dally’s lap, and he’ll kiss up and down the sides of your neck and your shoulders, pressing kisses through the material of your shirt or jacket

Dally is not shy, he will kiss you anywhere in front of anyone, he really doesn’t care and it doesn’t bother him

I’m not even joking, he’ll pull you into a kiss anywhere; he wants a kiss, he’s going to get a kiss and you know you want to give him a kiss

It’s sort of rare to get softer, gentler kisses from him but that’s how he kisses when he’s upset or he’s trying to get you in a better mood

Most of the time Dally’s kisses are pretty intense, always going to take your breath away and leave you gasping for air after he pulls away

JOHNNY CADE

Nose kisses! Johnny’s learned a quick and easy way to show affection is to press a kiss to your nose

You should see the way he gets when you kiss his nose, a little blushing mess who’s unable to string words together into a sentence

He’s another one of the ones who doesn’t kiss you a lot, especially when you’re out and about

It’s just not Johnny’s style, y’know? Doesn’t mean he doesn’t kiss you, he’s all for sharing a few sweet kisses while you guys are running around town

Slower, lingering kisses are usually what you’re going to get from him, he kisses you like he’s afraid he’s going to mess something up

But when he’s excited? Feeling a little more confident? The kisses are a little more sure, a little more solid against your lips

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Lots and lots of kisses, so many kisses to every single patch of skin Two-Bit has access to

He’s like an excitable puppy, always so eager to give you kisses, every hour of the day, no matter what’s going on

When you’re in his lap, Two likes kissing your collarbones and then the underside of your jaw

They’re just really intimate spots that give him a really good feeling when he kisses them

Although he instigated a lot of the kisses in your relationship, Two-Bit secretly loves when you kiss him first, especially when you just come up out of nowhere and kiss him

Is the king of trying to distract you from something else by just kissing you over and over again

STEVE RANDLE

I’m telling you now, the main way he shows affection is physical: kisses, hugs, touches

Steve isn’t the cleanest (cake on his face, oil on his fingers from work), but he really likes to hold your face when he kisses you so expect a few smudges of who knows what

He’s going to kiss you whenever he feels like kissing you, that’s just what it is, my boy has no hesitations about pulling you in for a kiss

I think I’ve mentioned Steve’s proud to be yours? So it’s sort of like, he’s kissing you all the time because he can and loves it

You guys go to drive-in a lot for dates and stuff, Steve is hardly ever interested in the movies and would much rather spend the time kissing you

Very fast paced kisses, it’s rare that he’ll give you a soft and slow kiss unless the situation calls for one like that

TIM SHEPARD

Demanding, rougher kisses are usually what you’re going to get from Tim when you are in public, especially during the late-night parties at Buck’s place

Long and bruising kisses with his hand on your jaw when he feels that someone is looking at you for too long

But not all of his kisses are that heavy, he’s quite gentle when you’re alone, especially if something happened

Every time he kisses you, you get butterflies, every single time and Tim is very aware of the effect he has on you

He’ll do this thing, where he’ll trail kisses along your jawline from behind you, making sure his last kiss is right behind your ear

Quick kisses pressed to your temples after he’s whispered something in your ear, he’s already that close to you, just a little *mwah*

CURLY SHEPARD

Again, I don’t know why, but Curly’s a good kisser, there’s no logic behind it, he just is

He loves kissing your hands when you’ve got some time alone, the pads of your fingers, the lines across your palms

Gentle kisses pressed to your knuckles with his eyes closed because that calms him down, just holding tightly onto your hands

Curly definitely stole this from his brother but kissing behind your ear happens a good bit, behind your ear and then down the back of your neck

If you’re alright with it and don’t mind it, Curly is all for kissing you everywhere and anywhere in Tulsa

Tim, ever the protective big brother, will give him a light smack on the back of the head of Curly gets a little too carried away

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Okay, I remember there was a discussion happening about elves and their little bikes. I recently found this, it really screams elf Steve imo. If it isn’t too much to ask, could I please request a Drabble based on it. Thanks a bunch if you answer

have a great day ahead ❤️❤️😊😊

hey baby! have a great day too💗

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Steve drives into the room the other elves reside in, smiling wide as he honks his little horn. “Guys! Guys! Look what our boss got us!!!” He giggles, clumsily driving the mini pastel yellow moped around, nearly sliding off a few times as he gets overly excited. “Isn’t it cute!?”

Frank and Jake perk up, eyes wide and mouths open. “What?! Where’s ours? That’s so sweet!!! Do we all get different colours as well?!” They yell at the same time, running over and alongside Steve.

Steve nods. “They’re outside! And yeah! I got yellow! And there was a cute little bow on top of it with my name and everything!” He drives over to Ransom. “Ransom, look! Isn’t it cute?!”

Ransom grunts. “Not really.” He watches a frown appear on Steve’s face, sadness filling his eyes. “I mean… it’s cute for you. Yellow just… isn’t my colour.” He nods, crossing his arms and ignoring the three dickheads snickering.

“Thank you! I agree! There’s a light blue one out there for you!” Steve smiles again, no longer sad.

Johnny drives in at full speed, his black moped with flames covering it. “Weee! This is sick!! Look at mine!” He skids to a stop in front of the elves.

Lee grumbles, annoyed that Johnny made him drop his doughnut. “Watch where you're going, ya idiot! Made me drop my fucking food!” He huffs and pouts, sadly staring at the food he was looking forward to eating. He sticks his chubby little hands in his mouth and sucks off the icing.

Lloyd rolls his eyes, walking toward Johnny's ride. “It’s okay.” Steve pouts as the grumps don’t seem interested in his.

“What about mine? Do you like it?” Lee is too busy staring at his doughnut to care. Lloyd looks over and shrugs with an uninterested look, and Curtis grunts, fiddling with his beanie.

“We don’t care about yours. I’m gonna go see mine, coming?” The three nod, heading off with Johnny following behind in his little moped.

Steve pouts, slumping into the seat. Jake pats his head, “It’s okay, Stevie. We think it’s sweet, right guys?” Frank and Ransom nod. Steve smiles softly before deciding to ride around for a bit, even giving the others a small ride.

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nctsjiho · 1 year

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Happy Birthday To... Me

cw: none || era: 18 December 2014

❀ Having to spend her birthday alone, Jiho doesn't expect much of it, but suddenly someone comes along and promises to make her biggest birthday wish will one day come true OR the official start of Johnny and Jiho's friendship

“Happy birthday to me,” the girl sang. She was crouching in the corner of an empty room with two long birthday candles in her hands. “Happy birthday to me.” She pressed her eyes close as if she was preparing to make her wish already. “Happy birthday dear Jiho.

“Happy birthday to… pathetic me.”

Forgetting to make a wish, Jiho opened her eyes and blew out the candles. She set them down and wiped off the melted candle wax which accidentally burned her whilst she was holding the candles. It was dark in the room now that the candles were blown out, but Jiho still had enough vision to make out the tiny cupcake she had gotten from the bakery earlier on her way back from school.

The baker she had gotten in from had given her a sad smile when she handed her the cupcake. The old lady had asked her who’s birthday it was—since Jiho asked for candles she knew it must have been someone’s birthday—Jiho had answered with a simple “mine” before handing the lady the money she owed. At first, the baker wanted to refuse the girl’s money, but instead she handed her a cookie and called it a birthday present. It was the first and only present she had gotten that day.

“Hey, Lim Jiho,” she started talking to herself. “No need to feel sorry for yourself, you should be happy with your cupcake and free cookie.”

Taking a bite she quickly frowned at the overly sweet pastry and sighed once more. “Ahh… the cakes mémé makes are so much more tasty.” Pushing herself up from the floor, Jiho started collecting her things to leave, but as she fully stood up, a tall dark shadow engulfed her.

A little scared by the sudden presence, Jiho took a step back before looking up to find a friendly face smiling down at her. “W—What are you doing here?”

The tall person chuckled, finding the flustered state of the girl rather adorable. “I saw you here all alone and— I’m Johnny by the way. A friend of Doyoung.”

Jiho nodded. “I know who you are.”

“It’s your birthday? Are you celebrating it alone?” Jiho nodded once again in response. “Don’t you want to celebrate with friends?”

Jiho stuttered rather awkwardly. “I don’t really have any friends,” she confessed sheepishly. “But, it’s fine. Since my parents couldn’t come, I think I would rather celebrate alone.”

Johnny nodded, trying his hardest to hide the sad smile on his lips. “Hmm, I understand. Did you at least get a present? Or make a wish? I saw you blow out those candles.”

“You saw?” Jiho’s eyes widened, afraid that Johnny might have also heard her sing for herself. She would be so embarrassed if he did.

“Yes, but don’t worry no one else saw you. So did you make a wish?” Jiho shook her head from side to side. “Is there anything you want to have?”

Jiho thought about it for a while before answering, “once I’m old enough I want to get a car.”

“A car?”

“Yes, in my neighbourhood I learned to drive a car and a tractor. They said I was pretty good at it, but once I’m old enough I want to learn to drive properly immediately and buy a car!”

Johnny chuckled once Jiho started to sound less guarded and more freely excited. “You want to buy one, or get one as a present?”

“Well my dad doesn’t actually want me to drive at all. He thinks it’s too dangerous so he said I won’t be allowed to buy my own car. So I must wish that one day I’ll get a car as a present. But now… I forgot to wish for it this time.”

Johnny put a hand on Jiho’s head, patting her head adoringly. He noticed, though, that JiHo flinched a little at the sudden touch, so he quickly pulled his hand back. “Don’t worry, if you ever need a ride you can always ask me to drive you around,” Johnny offered.

“Really? You can drive?” Jiho’s eyes had widened twice in size causing Johnny to chuckle as he nodded.

“And once I get my own car and you have your licence and drive safely, I’ll allow you to use mine.”

“Really?” JiHo repeated and this time Johnny couldn’t stop himself from laughing out loud at her excitement.

“Yes, really,” he assured. “Now you should probably head to your dorm, it’s getting late.”

Jiho nodded as she grabbed all her stuff. She was already heading out the room when she remembered something and stopped in her tracks. She turned around and pulled something out of the small paper bag she was holding. It took a few seconds for Johnny to make out what it was since the lights in the room were still off, but when he did a smile broke out on his face. “Here, this is for you.”

“Thank you.” Johnny took the cookie from Jiho’s hands. “Are you sure you don’t want to keep it to yourself?”

With a shake of Jiho’s head she answered, “it’s for you. It’s a token of your promise to let me use your car once I get my licence.”

With a playful smile Jiho ran out of the room, leaving Johnny speechless. “Wow…” Johnny chuckled to himself once he came back to his senses. “You really are an interesting character Jiho.”

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frusciantehoe · 1 year

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Lay me down in sheets of linen

You were standing near the stage during the chili peppers gig, and although John was one of the best guitarists you had heard, this gig wasn’t his best.

First, his guitar strap broke off his shoulder, in the middle of a solo. He had gone from being tilted back, eyes closed and lips parted, to an awkward, fumbling man in the matter of seconds. Not the worst thing to happen, but you wouldn’t have liked it.

Next, his pedal board stopped working. you could see how frustrated and upset he was becoming, he seemed so excited for this gig, and you were so happy for him, pressing kisses all across his face backstage before they started playing, it hurt to see this all go wrong for him, you knew how much of his soul and energy he put into every single performance.

Lastly, a string snapped on his main strat he was playing, it was like he snapped too. You could see the rage in his eyes as he stormed off stage, ignoring the pleas from Flea, Chad and Anthony. The crowd began booing him and the band, or begging for them to come back. It was too much.

You followed after him, trying to catch up to his giant strides. You were extremely worried, your mind racing with thoughts of what he could do, or more specifically what he would. You were never scared of john, no one was once they really knew him, he was such a gentle man, even though he was apart of a band full of overly macho men, and their macho fans. Once you got to know him, he was the sweetest and kindest man you had ever met, he would do anything for you, and you would do the same for him.

“John-“

“Just go away y/n, please, i need to be alone”, he replied, leaving before you could answer and locking himself in his dressing room.

You stood outside for a few minutes, alone, once again. You didn’t know what to do. Should you knock? Should you leave him be? Should you go get the others? Your thoughts were interrupted by loud footsteps and yelling.

Anthony was fuming, obviously. When would he ever miss an opportunity to criticise your boyfriend? He pushed past you, practically shoving you against the wall!

“Greenie, get the hell out here, now, you fucked up our entire set!”, he yelled, pounding on the door.

“Man, calm down, his guitars acting up, you’d be pissed too in his situation”, flea retorted, “John, come out, we can still go finish the gig”

You knew how much John hated when Anthony called him greenie. At first you thought it was just a playful nickname, like how everyone calls Michael ‘flea’, but you soon realised it was a way to make John feel small and inferior. Anthony would often do things like that, he would call John weird, or a freak, or just be a total dick to him, because he knew he could get away with it. It enraged you.

After more yelling for a few moments, from anthony mainly, John opened the door and pulled you inside, before quickly shutting and locking it again. He looked so frustrated and upset with himself, it broke your heart a little.

“Johnny, it’s okay, it was just a few mistakes”, you spoke softly, cupping his face with your hands and kissing his forehead.

“No, its not, i’m such a fuck up, i cant even play properly anymore”

“Don’t you dare say that”, you quickly countered “you’re an amazing musician, even bowie made mistakes, it’s natural and human, johnny”

He pulled away again, for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight, you hated when he shut you out, all you wanted was to help him feel better.

He was quiet for a bit, while you awkwardly stood at the door, once more not sure what to do, why was this so complicated?

Slowly, you walked over to him, putting your hands on his shoulders from behind and resting your head on his back. neither of you spoke, you didn’t need to.

Your hands slipped down his back slowly, feeling his skin and muscles. You always loved the way he looked without a shirt, who wouldn’t? The way his muscles gleamed from his sweat and the reflection of the lights on stage, or how soft his skin looked while you lay on his chest after the two of you made love.

“Let me help you”, you whispered to him, moving so you were standing in front of him. He nodded slightly, and if you weren’t so focused on him, you wouldn’t have noticed at all.

His hands came to rest on your waist, and yours were in his hair. Slowly, you leaned up and kissed his jaw, then both his cheeks and finally your lips met in a soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed and you kissed for a few moments, relishing in the moment.

People might think that being with a “rockstar”, you were constantly fucking, which wasn’t true. Being on the road you rarely had any time to even kiss for more than a few minutes, and fucking in a bathroom or very quietly while Anthony Kiedis is snoring on the bed beside you gets old very quickly.

His lips moved more firmly against yours, and you backed towards the vanity, hands moving out of his hair and down his chest.

“John..”, you whispered against his lips, squealing as he picked you up suddenly and gently set you on the vanity. You instinctively spread your thighs so he could come closer, your dress riding up over them. His lips moved from yours to your neck, pressing kisses to your skin and sucking bruises into the muscle.

“You’re so beautiful, especially in this dress, baby”, he whispered, pulling the straps down your arms and the neckline down past your soft breasts. John always knew how to make you feel good about yourself. About the size of your thighs, or the curves of your hips and waist, or your nose. He made you feel like the most prettiest girl in the world.

“I know, it’s your favourite”, you smiled at

him, your lips parting as his wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking it into his mouth. Your hand rested on the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked on your tits. He slowly moved down, kneeling in front of you and pushing your dress up over your hips. He looked at your panties, seeing you had soaked through them in the centre.

“You’re soaked”, he cheekily stated, looking up at you with a grin on his face.

“Please, John”

“I know, sweetheart, I’ve got you ”, he leaned down so his head was between your silky thighs, pressing his tongue flat against your clit through your panties. You gasped sharply, trying to stay still at the sudden contact, your hips failing miserably as they instantly bucked up against his tongue, causing him to let out a quiet groan.

He slowly slipped off your panties, his eyes falling onto your pussy for a moment, then back up at your face. His eyes were full of intensity, that you couldn’t put your finger on what he was feeling. Suddenly you felt very small and insecure.

“What? Is something wrong?”, you quietly whispered, worried that you had done something wrong.

He quickly shushed you, bringing his hand up to your velvety smooth folds and pressing his thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles over the bud.

“You’re so, so beautiful, it makes me go crazy”, he whispered back.”I can’t wait to see you cum”

Your breathing picked up a bit, hands flying into his soft brown locks as he buried his face between your thighs, teasing your entrance with his tongue while his thumb continued to rub your clit. You bucked your hips up again, closing your eyes and whimpering quietly as he pulled his thumb away from you and slowly flicked his tongue over your clit.

John always put your pleasure before his, not just sexually but in every day life too. He would have you cumming on his fingers for the third time before he even had his boxers off, which you both loved and hated. By the end of him fucking you, you would be completely exhausted, barely able to cuddle for a moment before you practically passed out in his arms.

He rubbed his tongue over your clit in slow circles, holding your hips down as you rutted up against him. John brought his fingers up your thigh towards your entrance, rubbing over it with his fingertips in time with his tongue.

Your moans grew louder and higher as he applied more pressure, fingers gripping onto his hair while you whispered his name just loud enough for him to hear, loud enough so he was the only one who would hear you say it this way.

“John, I’m-“, you moaned out, arching into him as his lips sucked on your clit. Your thighs trembled and you threw your head back, the pressure in your stomach becoming to much to hold back

John didn’t pull back for a second, letting you ride out your high on his face. After a moment, slowly he pulled away, pressing kisses up your inner thighs, stomach, breasts, neck all the way to your swollen, plush lips. You kissed him back weakly, already tired from him eating you out.

He slowly pulled away, looking at you with such love and affection it made you feel weak.”I’m sorry for being such a dick earlier, it’s just.. well, you know how much this means to me.”

“I know, it’s okay, i would’ve done the same probably”, you softly whispered back, reaching up to cup his face.” I love you”

“I love you too, sweetheart”, he replied.

He leaned down and rested his forehead against your cheek, his hands caressing your bare waist while yours moved back into his soft brown hair. For a moment you were both quiet again, bathing in each other’s presence and warmth. You wished it could be like this all the time, that you could both live in your shared bed, with only a guitar by the nightstand to accompany you two, that’s all you needed. Each other and music.

Your hands moved down to his shoulder blades, hand’s caressing his skin while your lips found his again. You sat up from the vanity and held his hand gently, leading him over to the couch by the door. He sat down and pulled you to him so you were standing between his legs, stroking his hair as he rested his head on your chest. “You okay?”, you questioned quietly, moving your fingers through his hair soothingly. He nodded, humming in response to you and burying his face in your chest. You moved onto his lap and held the back of his head, kissing his lips.

John melted into you completely, his hands wandering down your body to your hips, pulling them to his own. This is just what he wanted needed right now, the tour was putting him under so much stress and pressure, playing shows night after night. All he wanted was to be in your arms, to feel your soft, tender hands in his calloused, hardened ones.

“I love you, I love you, I love you”, he said, over and over again, moving his hips against yours the tiniest bit. You could feel how hard he was getting in his pants. His hand’s pulled away from your hips to unbuckle his belt and pull down the fly of his jeans.

You glanced down at his cock, it was leaking tiny beads of precum, the tip was almost red.

John lifted you up a little bit so he could line himself up with your entrance, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he did.

“Ready?”

“Mhm, please, johnny”

Slowly and gently his cock slid into you, causing you to wince at the stretch. You and John had sex many times before, but it always hurt a bit, he always made sure to be as slow and careful as you needed, he didn’t want to hurt you.

“You okay?”, he whispered against your ear, pushing his hips up a little bit more until he was fully inside, biting back a groan.

“Yeah.. god, you can move now, johnny”, you practically whined back. Your hands moving to grab onto his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin. John slowly moved his hips upward into you, drawing a moan from your lips. John rested his head on top of yours, quiet pants falling from his mouth as he slowly moved faster.

Your bodies moulded together perfectly, like you were one, two souls faded into each other. You both knew everything about one another, every thought, secret, idea. You were the reflection of each other, in good and bad.

Your mind came back to the present, to his body against yours and his cock inside you as he moved a little harder. He kissed your neck and gripped onto your ass gently. You moaned his name, hands running through his hair and fingernails scratching over his scalp lightly.

“Look at me, sweetheart, cmon”, he moaned out, wild strands of hair sticking to his forehead. You looked up at him, trying desperately to keep your eyes open.

“So pretty, so good, so beautiful”, John breathed out, his eyes locking onto yours as he started fucking into you faster, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough for you to find small circular bruises on them the next morning. You tossed your head back and moaned higher, eyes closed and lips parted. You felt the familiar warmth in your lower stomach building up, causing you to grab onto John’s shoulders to steady yourself, whining out about how good he made you feel.

“Let go, baby.. fuck, cum on my cock”, John groaned and snapped his hips up into yours, his jaw dropping as he felt you clench around him. He looked up in awe as he watched you hit your peak, hands cupping your waist to brace you.

He moved his hips faster, satisfied that you had your own release but now he was craving his own (although he would’ve loved to see you cum all night).

“Cum inside me, please John”, you whispered against his shoulder, sweet moans escaping your lips as his cock hit all the best places.

His eyes practically rolled back once he came, jaw clenching and grip tightening on your waist, groans and moans coming from his mouth. You kissed him and he kissed you back with all the love he had in his soul. Slowly you pulled away and rested your head on his chest, tracing the tattoo on his left arm with your fingertips, like he was a painting. He was all art and music, even his body was covered in it.

After a few moments of soft words and kisses, you got off his lap with shaky legs. John quickly got up too and grabbed a few tissues, kneeling in front of you and holding you steady as he carefully cleaned you off.

“Thank you”, you spoke, biting your lip as you looked down at him, shivering at the feel of his hands caressing your thighs.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart”, he smiled up at you, pressing a quick kiss to your thigh, causing you to giggle before he got up and kissed you on the lips.

Your hands cupped his face once more and you pulled away from the kiss, looking at him with a small smile.

“Wanna go fix your guitar string?”, you said.

“Sure, as long you let me play later”, he replied, a grin on his face again.

“Hm, maybe”

Of course you would.

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kimbappykidding · 1 year

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Part One Here

Many drinks after you’d left with Jeonghan, a pretty drunk Yuta was on his way home with his members and some doubt had crept into his stone-cold resolve from earlier. "I just don't understand why she's pushing me away like this" Yuta said "I know she wants me but she keeps me at arm's length". "Well have you asked her?" Doyoung asked and Yuta paused "what?". "Have you asked her why she's so unsure of you? Maybe you've done something without realising?". "You can be quite intense" Johnny admitted and Yuta shook his head "no she's the most confident woman I've ever known! There's no way she's cautious, she's just playing with me but I'm going to get her to crack". The guys shrugged figuring they'd leave this up to Yuta and he began crafting the perfect plan.

Yuta decided to go back to basics with something tried and tested, so he started running topless down the beach again. He spotted you one morning and you were alone reading. He came over and sank into the sand beside you, looking over your shoulder "good book?". You closed it and looked at him "yeah but I don't know why that concerns you". Yuta laughed "someone's feeling feisty today". You smiled "how's the run?". "Invigorating" Yuta said putting his arms behind his head, flexing his abs. "I love the energy and adrenaline but then again you knew I was into all that right?". You looked at him "really you get that pumped up pretending to run when you see I'm here? Your move of running through the waves to pretend you’re sweaty is a good touch". Yuta froze and you smiled making him laugh. "Okay you got me but can you blame me for wanting to see you?". You shrugged and laid back down going back to your book. Yuta didn't get up though, he laid down in the sand and watched you on his side. He stole your water bottle and drank some water while you side-eyed him. "Want some?" he asked gesturing for you to come close but you shook your head "nope, I'm not as thirsty as you". Yuta smiled and came to hover over you "see but I know you are" and he trailed a hand up your leg aiming for your lips when a ball hit him in the head.

You both jumped and shot up to find a couple staring horrified. "We're so sorry! Our dog got overly excited" they explained as a labrador leapt onto you both trying to retrieve said ball. You shrieked and Yuta went to move the dog away from you when he realised you were laughing. "It's okay" he smiled at the couple and you continued laughing as you stroked the dog. "They're gorgeous, what's their name?" you asked and the couple told you she was called Shiva. Shiva sniffed you and Yuta for a while before moving on. Yuta saw the smile on your face and laughed "you look so cute right now". You looked at him and then blushed "who sees a dog and doesn't smile?". Yuta nodded "I agree but it's still cute, fancy grabbing an ice cream with me?". You paused, caught off guard by the change in conversation before nodding "okay" and you headed off down the beach together. Yuta insisted on paying for both of yours and the man selling them gave you a cherry on top saying "something extra for the young couple". Before you could correct him Yuta put an arm around you and pulled you closer "thank you, we're very happy together" and pressed a kiss to your cheek. When you were out of sight you pushed him and Yuta laughed "what? If we didn't play along we might not have gotten the cherry for free". You shook your head "I'm sure that was the main motivator" and Yuta smiled.

"Want to walk down the beach to see some dogs?" Yuta asked and shot him a look, wondering how he'd get some flirting in this. He sensed this and raised his hands "it's just a beautiful day and I think a walk might be nice. I promise not to do anything". You raised an eyebrow at him but nodded and the two of you set off together. There was silence for a few seconds before Yuta broke it with a question you weren't expecting. "So you like dogs huh?" he asked and you nodded "I love them. Had them as a child but since becoming an idol I haven't had the time for one". Yuta nodded "I get that" and you turned to him "what about you? Big fan of dogs?". He nodded "I've never had one but I love them. I've always wanted a dog the way people want kids but those never interested me" he chuckled. You smiled because Yuta wasn't doing anything to overtly make you attracted to him but that sentence would do it.

You carried on just chatting casually about lots of different things and it was nice and comfortable...which worried you. Typically with you and Yuta it was all flirting and physical attraction but here you were just talking and not trying to sleep with one another! This was starting to feel less like a fling and more like a date which was something you didn't do. When you and Jeonghan broke up it really affected you. It was definitely for the best and you'd remained good friends but you created a rule not to get attached to other idols. Flings were okay but nothing more. However Yuta was challenging that. You'd initially only pursued it to prove him wrong but now you weren't sure what was going on. You were attracted to him and wanted him but you were always on guard with him, trying to prove a point and keep your guard up. You felt like you always had to be mean to him to keep him at arm's length which wasn’t you. You weren't yourself and did even know what game you were playing anymore.

"You okay?" Yuta asked noticing your mind had wandered somewhere and you blinked. "Yeah I'm fine" you nodded to him "I just remembered I'm supposed to meet Sana for something". Yuta nodded "okay no problem" and he smiled so sweetly it made your heart speed up rapidly. "Thanks for the ice cream" you said and were heading away when Yuta called after you "Y/n I meant to say, it's Mark's birthday in a few weeks and we're having a party. I thought I'd invite you and the girls if you'd like to come? There will be a few other idols there and the food is going to be amazing". You instinctively wanted to spend more time with Yuta so nodded, ignoring the part of your brain telling you to claim you were busy. "That sounds good, why don't you text me the details?" you asked and Yuta's eyes widened. "Yeah? Okay I will" and he beamed at you "later Y/n" and he rushed away, actually jogging down the beach for once. You watched him go with a smile before feeling guilty.

That feeling persisted but by the time you got home you managed to convince yourself it wasn’t all bad. One cute interaction didn't mean you and Yuta were dating or anything. This didn't have to change anything. You were sure once you and Yuta were in a party environment things would go right back to how they were before. All physical and no substance.

When you told the girls about the invitation Nayeon smiled "so even though Mark's invited us I guess we should thank you for the invitation?" she asked. You shook your head but Jeongyeon smiled "oh come on y/n we know this is all an excuse so Yuta can get you near his bedroom again". You smiled and pretended you weren't nervous about seeing Yuta again even though you were. You went along with your members, taking their suggestion to wear something Yuta would like and got ready for the party still acting like the confident seductress character you'd been playing with Yuta with. If you acted like this was all physical surely everything would follow suit...right?

When you saw Yuta you realised you'd been worried for nothing. This was definitely a sexier more shallow environment and anything that happened here would be just that. It wouldn't have to be anything more. So you viewed this as an opportunity to establish this was just a physical relationship and waited for Yuta to find you, it didn’t take long. "You look absolutely delicious" Yuta said appearing and you blinked "you're not wearing any shirt". He smiled "it's fancy dress and I decided to go as that jerk who walks around shirtless, what do you think can I pull it off?" he asked gesturing to his tones tanned chest. You wanted to scream yes but just shrugged "maybe". Yuta smirked "how about a drink". You knew with your emotional state drinks wouldn't help but you said yes anyway.

Shortly after you’d gotten your drink, Mark was going around for some photos and he asked for one of the group you were in. You and Yuta were together together in it and had to move in closer. Yuta didn't miss the chance to put his arm on your lower back and moved it slowly down as people asked for more photos or joined in. You glanced at Yuta and he was smirking so tried not to react.

After that you took a seat at a table with a few other people when the photographer found you again. You all leaned in together for the photo posing. Remembering what he did earlier, you placed your hand on Yuta's thigh and gently ran your fingers down it. Yuta tensed and looked at you but you didn't even look at him just focusing on the camera. Once the photo was done everyone stayed where they were and you did too. Yuta leaned in close and whispered "lost something in my lap huh?". "I was going to ask the same thing about your hand on my ass". You smiled and went to move your hand when Yuta put his own on top of it stopping you. He held your hand against his thigh and carried on chatting to the others like nothing had happened.

After several drinks, Yuta asked you to dance and you said yes. It didn't take long for the dancing to become close and intimate...or for Yuta to kiss you or for you to kiss him back. He asked if you wanted to go upstairs and you nodded, ignoring the voice in your head telling you this wasn't just a fling and you actually liked the guy. To try and distract yourself from those feelings you kissed Yuta the second he closed the door and tried to speed things along. Yuta noticed and laughed "no chase tonight?". Yuta had no idea what was going on so unknowingly said the worst thing possible. He leaned over you with a smile and whispered "what, have I finally caught you? Got you to admit you like me? You’re not catching feelings are you Y/n?". It was too much and you froze going all tense and nervous. Yuta noticed and looking down at your face immediately stopping "Y/n?". Everything was just catching up to you and you felt overwhelmed. "Are you okay?" Yuta asked and you nodded "I just need a second" and Yuta nodded "of course" and got off you. He opened a window and then came to sit across from you.

"What happened?" he asked "did I...". "No it wasn't you...at least it wasn't your fault" you admitted "it's just this situation. Why do you want me?" you asked "you seem like the type to like a chase but is that the only reason we're both here?". Yuta sighed "honestly I don't know why we're here..." making you laugh at his honesty. "I mean of course you're beautiful and hot and sexy but in answer to what I want from you, I suppose I don't have an answer. All I know is you captured my attention from our first meeting and haven't given it back since...so really it's all your fault". You laughed again shaking your head and Yuta took that as a good sign. "Now my turn, why have you been rebutting me so much? If I'm not mistaken you enjoy this with me and very much enjoyed our night together". "Says who?" you asked and Yuta smirked "says me, I heard the way you called my name, saw the way you looked at me and felt the way you grabbed me. I know you enjoyed it as much as me. So I can't work out why you've been giving me the runaround. At first I just thought it was some fun but now I'm thinking it might be a deterrent...y/n is there someone else? If you need me out of the way so you and Jeonghan...". "It's not Jeonghan" you said and he nodded "well would you like me to stop is my question. If my feelings are unrequited I will never bother you again". You hesitated and Yuta continued "or if I have offended you in any way". "Your feelings aren't unrequited and I guess that's the problem amongst other things" you admitted "see after Jeonghan I promised I would never date again and just have flings. So when you came along all tanned and gorgeous I was happy about that but then I got in my head about our first meeting and how you called me a princess. I've heard that so many times in my career. So many guys have this idea of me and think I'm some subservient naive little girl but I'm not. I'm strong and smart and have my own mind. This cute youthful look I present is my stage character and nothing more...but I constantly feel like I have to prove that to men".

Yuta was stunned and didn't know what to say for a few seconds. "Y/n I'm so sorry" he said and you shook your head "I know you didn't mean it to hurt me but answer me honestly...you expected me to be different, didn't you? To be more naive and innocent". Yuta nodded his head "based on your appearance yes but then when I found out your true personality that's what kept me coming back". You shook your head "that's the thing I don't even know what my true personality is. I'm either cute for the cameras or overly strong and cold when they're off to combat everyone thinking I'm a child...I'm so tired of it. Even with you I was holding back because I didn't want to admit I like you and it's all just a big mess!" you cried.You drew your knees up into your body and buried your face against them. Yuta could see you shaking slightly and hugged you, staying with you while you got rode out your emotions.

Once you'd stopped crying Yuta spoke. "Y/n I never want you to do anything that stresses you out or makes you uncomfortable and I'm so sorry I made you feel that way". "It's okay" you said and Yuta gently touched your arm "I know you're a strong impressive person and no matter first impressions I want you to know I like and respect you". You almost cried again hearing him say that and nodded "that's nice to hear". "I also want to say that I like you, a lot and I don't want to hurt you in any way. I've enjoyed this game with you but I also really like the real moments. After that day on the beach I couldn't stop smiling and the guys all commented on how happy I seemed. I'd love to have something more regular with you but if you're not ready then that's totally okay". "It is?" you asked "I thought you'd be angry I messed you around". "Not at all" Yuta said and you paused "I don't know what I want, my head hurts" and Yuta nodded "that's okay too, you can have a think about it and let me know, yeah?". You sighed "you're such a good guy, thank you Yuta". "No worries" he said and asked if you wanted a hug. You said you did and he gently held you for a few minutes before letting you go. You both got re-dressed and then went back downstairs together. You found Tzuyu and asked her to drive you home and looking at your face she agreed, sceptically assessing Yuta but you quickly told her he hadn’t done anything. You left with a small wave to Yuta and he watched you go with mixed feelings of hope and sadness. He had no idea if he'd ever see you again.

1 month later and quite a bit had changed. You went home and decided you needed to work out how to be your authentic self and had a meeting with your manager. You told them you wanted to stop being the cute girl and wanted a more mature look. They listened to you and agreed to adapt, letting you dress more authentically and tonight was the first night you'd be showing your rebrand and honestly it felt as if you were debuting all over again but this time as yourself.

You were in the wings of the stage with your girls and they all knew you were nervous and were being extra protective of you. "You okay?" Nayeon asked before you went out and you nodded. Dahyun who was next to you squeezed your hand and you smiled at them all "really, thanks to all of you I am". You had no idea what the new version of you would be but knew they'd help you figure it out. "You look amazing" Jeongyeon said and Chaeyoung nodded "so good y/n!" and you smiled.You were in jeans and a crop top and hadn't felt this normally performing...ever. Your hair free of its ponytails and cut a little shorter. Your members also knew there was another reason why you were nervous...Yuta was here. You hadn't spoken since that night. You sent him one text saying you needed to figure yourself out for a while and he'd texted back telling you that was fine. You now felt more comfortable as yourself but had no idea if Yuta was even an option. You'd been avoiding him for that reason, fearing the rejection but that wasn't an option anymore as you were called onto stage and into the spotlight.

Yuta figured you were done and he was over you...but when he saw you walk out on stage he sat up straight. Your cute look was apparently in retirement and you looked amazing. This looked more like you and he loved it. Some of his members noticed him perk up and smirked at one another but they were happy really. Yuta hadn't told them what you'd said but they knew he was worried about you. He was so relieved to see you looking healthy and happy. No matter what happened between you that was the most important thing.

The performance went well and you enjoyed yourself. You came off stage buzzing and joined all the members for a hug. Later as you were walking back to your dressing room you passed NCT 127 who were heading from theirs. Taeyong immediately saw you and turned to tell Yuta. He knew Yuta wasn't over you no matter what he said so wanted something to happen so, at the very least, Yuta could get some closure. You spotted all of this and Nayeon grabbed your hand ready to march right past them but you paused. Seeing Yuta actually made you happy. Sure your heart was going crazy and you felt like you might pass out but not in a bad way, you were pleased to see him and so you patted her arm telling her it was okay and approached Yuta. “Hi” you said and Yuta smiled at you “hi”. Both your groups paused before moving away, Twice telling you they’d be in the dressing room and Taeyong telling Yuta they’d be in their seats. You both nodded and watched them walk away.

"So you looked really great out there" Yuta said and you smiled "thanks...it felt really good". "The pigtails are gone" he said and you nodded "yeah and hopefully they're not coming back". Yuta smiled "I'm pleased for you, you look happy". You shrugged "I wasn't unhappy before just...restricted but now I feel less so". Yuta nodded and you carried on "I want to thank you for giving me time to figure things out. You never pressured me or made me feel uncomfortable”. Yuta shrugged “of course, I care about you Y/n”. You blushed “that’s really nice to hear. I still care about you a lot and have given this much thought. I used to always trust my instincts but after Jeonghan I didn’t think I could...I thought my head was more reliable but I don’t want to live that way. I want to trust my heart again and if you still want me...I’d like to be with you”. Yuta grinned “yes” he said without even hesitating and you laughed “that was reassuringly quick”. Yuta shrugged “ I was drawn to you for a reason and I'm not questioning it. The more I'm with the more it makes sense and I can't wait to meet more of you. Also I love how vulnerable you’ve been with me and want to thank you...and tell you I think it’s really brave and hot”. “Hot?” you asked and Yuta nodded “of course! Bravery is so hot” and you blushed. "This is when I should respond with something cool but honestly? I just want to kiss you". Yuta grinned "then what are we waiting for?" and kissed you.

The kiss had the same intensity as before but there was also a tenderness and understanding there. You felt safe and trusted Yuta completely this time. Even the way he ran his hands down your body so carefully made you sure you'd made the right decision. The two of you ended up pressed up against a wall, completely oblivious of where you were. Until someone reminded you.

"Y/n?" someone asked and you opened your eyes to see Jeonghan watching you. "Jeonghan" you said and felt Yuta stand up taller when he heard that name. "We were just...forgetting we were in a public place" you laughed. Yuta was relieved to see you smile and lock eyes with him. You didn't seem to have any feelings for Jeonghan but still he wrapped an arm around you. "I think he can understand why anyone with you would" he said making you blush. Jeonghan smiled "I'm glad you worked everything out but maybe postpone it for after the show?". "We will" you said surprising Yuta but he beamed nonetheless. Jeonghan said goodbye and you watched him go. "So after the show, would you like to get a drink?" you asked "I think it's about time i buy you one". Yuta smiled "it's a date".

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Wrote this for all you lovely Cobra Kai fans here on Tumblr (if you are reading this, hello, happy holidays, this is for you! 😊❤) Johnny's Christmas miracle in '83 (Gen, no warnings except for Sid being his usual shitty self)

It's been on Johnny's mind all week. Sensei Kreese's offhand remark about not having any Christmas plans. Johnny can't help but feel bad for him, which is stupid because Sensei probably enjoys time to himself, where he can do whatever he feels like. But still, even at their lowest, dirt-poor point, his mom and him have always been able to celebrate Christmas together and make something special out of it. He thinks Kreese deserves something like that too.

A light bulb goes off in his head. The idea fills him with equal amounts of restless anxiety and excitement. He agonizes about the right way to ask his mom and Sid. (Let's be real, it's still Sid's house and he's the one who makes all the final decisions around here. It's already a miracle that he allows them their 'silly little tradition'.) At the same time he tries not to think about the very real possibility that Kreese will turn down his offer in the end anyway.

The next day, when Sid returns from the country club in one of his rare good moods, Johnny decides that the timing is as perfect as it will ever be. During dinner he fidgets in his chair until he finds to courage to ask for what he wants.

"Mom? Sensei Kreese said he'll be all alone at Christmas, and well, I was just wondering, wouldn't it be nice to invite him to Christmas dinner? If it's okay with you and Sid," he blurts out.

"Christmas dinner with your karate teacher? Hah, that's the stupidest thing I've heard from you yet."

His mom, bless her, tries to counter Sid's mocking words.

"I think it's sweet of you honey, that you don't want Mr. Kreese to be alone during the holidays."

Sid grumbles and is probably about to cancel the whole thing just to spite them, but Johnny prepared for this.

"What about a Christmas lunch instead? That way he won't stay for very long."

He can hardly believe his ears when, after a pleading look from Laura, Sid says, "Fine, he can come over for a quick luncheon. We'll see what he has to say about you and if he agrees that your karate lessons are a waste of money."

Johnny is so excited he barely registers the threatening second sentence.

Though when he tells Kreese about it the following day, he is so fully convinced his offer is about to be rejected—already thinking about having to face his stepdad's ridicule when he tells him the lunch is off—that when Kreese accepts the invitation with a bemused look on his face his first reaction is a "Huh?"

He quickly recovers, beaming up at his Sensei and shoving a nervously crumpled piece of paper into his hands. "Okay, great! Lunch is served at 1 PM. Here's the address, it's easy to find. See you then!"

The day of the lunch has arrived, and Johnny has already checked his hair, outfit and decorations a million times. Just like his commitment, movements and performance in the dojo, everything has to be perfect. The doorbell chimes right when he gets sent out of the kitchen for hovering. He walks to the door as quickly as he can without messing up his hair or making him seem out of breath.

It's still weird seeing Kreese in anything but a gi, he'll never get used to the sight. And these are definitely the nicest-looking clothes he's ever seen his Sensei wearing. Not overly formal, and Sid will probably think Kreese didn't make an effort, but Johnny can tell that he did.

The lunch is slightly awkward but nice, with Johnny providing entertainment by blabbering excitedly about anything and everything, his eyes bright and fixated on their visitor. Whenever Johnny has to pause to take a breath, Laura asks Kreese polite questions. Everything is going smoothly.

Leave it to Sid to find a way to ruin it.

To be fair, Johnny gestures wildly during one of his tales and knocks over his glass of water. Sid is quick to scold him for it, starting a tirade about how Johnny is good for nothing, always making messes, always screwing around and making a fool of himself.

Johnny can feel himself shrink with every word coming out of Sid's mouth. He stares at the festive table cloth. Usually he would have teared up by now, but the presence of his Sensei at least ensures that his eyes remain dry. Anger and shame well up inside him in lieu of the usual misery. Before he has time to decide how he's going to react to Sid's scorn, Kreese speaks up in a voice he usually reserves for his students.

"You and I have a very different view of Johnny, Mr. Weinberg. He's my best student, and recently became the first ever two-time back-to-back All Valley Under 18 Karate Champion, all without losing a single point. But I guess Johnny only excels under the right kind of guidance, so of course you wouldn't know what the boy is capable of."

Sid silently seethes during the remainder of the lunch, and even though Johnny knows what to expect once Kreese leaves, he still glows warm inside, like being near a bonfire. At the end of the lunch his cheeks hurt from smiling.

#hope y'all like this! ❤#(if anyone even sees this...)#it's my way of showing my appreciation for this lovely and fun fandom during the holidays 😊#(since Secret Santas are too stressful for me 🙈)#dining writes #johnny lawrence #john kreese #laura lawrence #sid weinberg #the karate kid #cobra kai

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