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partycatty · 4 months

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i am so desperate to top dark star!johnny he makes me so horny mad, like someone humble that son of a bitch. it so doesn’t fit him to be topped but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

UGHHH UR SO ME FR!!!! LMFAOOAAO i love pathetic men!!!! i love projecting my kinks onto my fics — WHAAAT WHO SAID THAAAT????

for those unfamiliar with dark star!johnny

dark star!johnny cage > payback

you have had it up to HERE with the white man's utter nonsense.

warnings: you humble evil johnny sexually. 😀 no but fr this is nsfw, bratty johnny and he hates it, he says "stop" and "no" but we all know he's lying and he loves it (afab reader)

notes: i was so excited to write this i don't even think it's coherent i'm literally barking gnawing frothing foaming i crawled to my pc to boot up the game to make gifs of him for future use bc i know DAMN well i will come back to this clown

masterlist <3

i will microwave him.

part 1* / part 2* / part 4* / part 5* / part 6*

•lord have mercy where do i even begin.

•alright, so let's paint a picture here.

•dark star!johnny may have stupid amounts of money, but he's a fucking idiot. he didn't spend a single cent on you for christmas! he'd argue with you for hours, saying both "i am the gift!" and "i buy you enough shit the rest of the year and now you want more?"

•when you argue to the point of running out of new things to bring up, you decide to angrily drop the topic entirely and move on with life. that is, until you hear johnny's muffled voice call from you from upstairs as you begin to prep dinner several days after the holiday.

•"sweet cheeks, a hand would be nice!" he shouts, a suspiciously evident grin in his tone of voice. you roll your eyes as his persistent cocky nature, but your frown turns into a little gasp when you open the bedroom to your shared door.

•this absolute idiot is sitting face down ass up on your silk sheets, tied down nice and tight with a thick red ribbon. a bow rests on his neck and broad chest. The Coat is discarded on a chair beside the bed, but everything else is still on. he smushes his cheek against the sheets as he desperately tries and cranes his head to look at you.

•"heeeey babe," he'll meekly greet you, shimmying his shoulders. "i, uh. i was going to surprise you. but i kinda fell forward and couldn't get back up. it was supposed to be a sexy pose but i tied my arms down before anything else and i can't prop myself up."

•"you're a dumbass," you reply back with a frown, not entirely amused as much as he is. "you think this makes up for your fuckup?"

•"...yes?"

•"no! and you know what? i'm gonna fucking enjoy this whether you like it or not!" you sigh with exasperation, slapping his clothed ass pretty hard, the sound of contact echoing in your large bedroom. he lets out a whiny shout, trying to tug his hips away from you out of desperation and ending up flopping onto his back.

•"hey! not fucking funny. i hate when you do that," he'll complain with a scowl, but his protests are hard to take seriously when he flips over and reveals an angry boner throbbing against his pants.

•"yeah, that's why you have a raging hard-on," you reply with a dramatic groan, grabbing a handful of his thick shaft through his dress pants. he yelps again, twitching his hips upward as you feel his heartbeat through his cock. "i'm not helping you up, johnny. this is payback. for christmas."

•you climb on top of him, hovering your lips right above his in a sickeningly sweet way. johnny, like the needy whore he is, tries to lift his head up and capture your lips, but you cut the attempt short when you expertly undo his belt in a swift one-handed motion and squeeze his dick through his boxer briefs. his once puckered lips open to let out a deep, strained whine, and you feel a warm wetness in his pants as you milk the pre-cum from his tip with your grasp alone.

•ohhh he is in AGONY. ds!johnny literally HATES when he's not in control, and even though he feels his dick get impossibly harder, he's still writhing at the thought of not being the leader.

•"come on, dollface," he'll try to protest with furrowed brows, but you see the way he bites his bottom lip. "don't play mean. that's not how this was meant to go."

•you don't even reply to his annoyance, you just stick a finger between his neck and the ribbon around it, tugging it and sending a wave of pressure on the sides of his neck. his eyes involuntarily roll back as you temporarily choke him with his own doing.

•"you're gonna take it, aren't you? the torture?" you ask, palming him through his underwear and holding his face close to yours. his expression contorts instantly at your roughness. "how are you gonna fucking like it when i treat you like shit?"

•"you'll regret it," he groans out in an attempted threat, but it ends up sounding more breathy and gravely than intended. "you'll fucking regret crossing me like this."

•he's literally the one that had the genius idea to tie himself up. he's a Grade A idiot for putting himself in the situation to begin with. or maybe he likes it :)

•you hastily tug your own pants off, shaking your leg to throw them aside. once you're free of the fabric, you pull down johnny's pants too, since he hasn't got the ability to do it on his own. sure enough, his underwear is already definitely stained, and yours is getting there. the sight along made a wetness pool in your panties. something about such a cocky, annoying man finally being put in his place was starting to drive you a little wild as you straddle his hips.

•you shove your panties aside and settle them in the crack between you pussy and thighs, and return the gesture to your boyfriend by tugging his waistband down and unleashing his little jonathan (sorry). his pink, angry cock springs free and slaps against your tummy. you giggle.

•"ha, ha. very funny. untie me now," johnny whines again with a frustrated tone, but there's a hint of blush on his cheeks as he looks away from your body on top of his. his anger contorts into needy moans when you wrap your fingers around his dick, stroking at a medium pace and coating himself in his own precum. "ngh, fuck — stop it, i'm not fucking playing around — aah —"

•his back hopelessly arches as you lazily stroke his dick. when you decide he's hot and ready enough for the real thing after he turns into a blabbering mess, you hover above his dick and grab two fistfuls of the ribbons; one on his neck and one on his chest. his pretty lips part as he catches his breath from the sudden movement, eyes darting across your features.

•as he tries to make sense of your bold move, you sink down onto his throbbing cock and fully take him in your walls. he's unable to writhe and squirm as you hold him in place firmly. johnny's eyebrows knit together and he swiftly moves his head to the side, his sunglasses crooked and dropping on his hooked nose. when he finally gets the strength to look down at your pussy engulfing his length, he whines at the beautiful sight and involuntarily bucks up to relieve the strain. you immediately let out a little shout of discipline and pull his upper body toward you.

•"my pace or no pace," you warn through gritted teeth. "don't pull that shit again."

•"or what?" he replies with a cocky grin, his horniness absolutely dripping from his voice. "you don't scare me." as he tries to play right back, you slam yourself down on his cock again without warning, his tip kissing your cervix invitingly. his eyes widen and he yelps out pathetically before turning it into an angry groan. "you're such a fucking bitch. i hate you."

•he starts to spew more utter nonsense about hating you and you being a bitch as you start to actually ride him, for once at your own pace. he's typically fucking up into you but this time he's tied down and taking it like a good boy! you needed this, though, to let out your frustrations with him lately. it's incredibly funny that, yes, he could technically just start bucking his hips into you, but you take note that he's actually listening to your threat and allowing himself to be used. you remind yourself to ask him to top him more often. i doubt he'd say yes.

•your pace becomes a relentless combination of slamming his cock and grinding on it to stimulate your clit, and johnny has now turned into a whimpering mess. his perfect hair was sticking to his forehead and flying out in all directions, his sunglasses were just barely hanging onto the bridge of his nose. all the while, he's still sputtering complains about being used and begging you to stop, but they sound hungrier than disgusted. your deep moans drown out his whines and cries, and you frankly don't really care about how he feels.

•you've officially fucked him stupid. he can't even get a proper word out as he's now trying to literally break the ribbons and give him access to his hands, but he's so horny he can't find the strength he typically has.

•"b... stop — babe — 'm gonna cum if you — aah, oh you fucker —" johnny starts to twitch and whimper, thrashing his head side to side as he gets closer toward release. you don't really give a shit though, as you're now chasing your own orgasm as your grinding becomes increasingly uneven. you grab hold of his neck to stabilize yourself, and the coil in your core snaps, your body sending waves of blissful pleasure through your entire being. you're violently reminded of your boyfriend's impending load when he throws away all command you gave him and starts fucking up into your sensitive pussy, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he pathetically tries to get himself there, too.

•you're acutely familiar with how his cock throbs when he's about to cum, and you use this information to your advantage as you abruptly pull yourself up and away right as he shoots his load. he lets out a damn near cry for help as he makes a complete mess of himself. it shoots up high, painting his stomach and chest as his hips thrust into nothing.

•"YOU FUCKING —" he groans out, eyes clenched shut as his desperation makes him act out. "I WANTED TO CUM INSIDE. YOU KNOW THAT'S MY FAVORITE. AND YOU RUINED A PERFECTLY NICE SHIRT!"

•all you do is return to straddling his hips, sliding your panties back into place and catching your breath.

•"but you look better like this," you reply lowly, taking a flat palm and putting it on his stomach. "all tied down and fucked out. i could get used to it. besides, this was my gift, wasn't it?"

•as his head tilts back to regain his composure, you snap a quick photo of his cum-stained shirt, flushed expression, and weeping dick.

•"consider this payback," you chuckle, wiggling the photo in front of his eyes. "i might just post this everywhere if you don't get me anything for my birthday next."

•"delete that, you cunt," he hisses back, once again trying to free himself. "untie me now. fun's over."

•"nah, i'm good," you reply, your annoying boyfriend being restrained giving you a dangerous amount of confidence. "i think i'll just leave you here. not before cleaning up your cum with your coat, maybe."

•"DO NOT USE MY COAT. IT WAS EXPENSIVE."

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #mk1 #johnny cage smut

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lucy-gray1075 · 3 months

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Finnick comforting reader when she is on her period?

I love your work so much<33

Tomorrow Never Came

tyy love!!

context: Finnick and reader are fellow tributes from four who are both currently at the Capitol cause they were Reaped for the Games.

a/n: Yes, Finnick nicknames reader ace lol. I've been binging s5 and 6 of Gilmore Girls and Finnick is so Logan coded <3

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"Ughhh!" You hated being dramatic, but you hated things not going your way even more. "Stupid blanket!"

You let out another prolonged groan when it once again slid off your legs and onto the floor. It was a blanket for God's sake, wasn't the thing supposed to keep you warm? Instead, the threadbare fabric couldn't even stay on top of your legs.

"Now, honey, there's no need to throw things around and cause a fuss." You could place the unmistakably pouty drawl from a mile away. You felt his maddeningly hot breath on the back of your neck as he leaned over your spot on the couch.

"Go away, Odair." You fought to keep your voice calm. Seeing you annoyed only egged Finnick on like some crude form of encouragement.

Predictably, he jumped over the edge of the couch, jostling you as he landed with a thump. Leave it to Finnick to annoy you when you're in your most irritable mood.

To your surprise, he held out a throw blanket. The plushy material looked so out of place in his calloused hands, so rough from all his seafaring.

"Take it, ace." He nodded encouragingly. "I can't even imagine how hard it is being on that time of the month. Especially, being here and all, away from home, and with all that pressure on ya."

"How do you know..."

"I saw you eating like three pounds of chocolate last night." At your look of mortification, he hurried to add, "I couldn't sleep either, sweetheart. I wanted to join you, but I figured if I interrupted you, I wouldn't stand a chance at even making it to the arena tomorrow night."

You chuckled at that, finding him funnier than you'd like to admit. You reluctantly accepted the blanket he was still holding out to you.

"You know, ace, we can be allies in there." He was looking at you earnestly now, gaze piercing enough to cut through glass. "I don't want this to sound forward, but I would die for you."

He swallowed as you frowned up at him. "I...I-I don't have anyone who cares about me. I don't have anyone to go home to if I come out of this thing alive. But you..."

You surprised yourself with what came out of your mouth next, "I care."

Finnick raised his head slowly.

"I mean it, Fin," you continued. "You're...Look, I know I'm not the easiest person to like, but somehow you make me seem tolerable. I never thanked you for saving my ass during the interview." You rolled your eyes at the memory.

"But thank you for spinning our story into a love tale. If it weren't for you, I would probably have a negative amount of sponsors. I mean, who wants to root for the scrawny girl from the fishing district who can't even fish-"

Finnick's plush lips found yours, immediately silencing the million thoughts running through your mind. He pulled back, eyebrows raised as if he had surprised himself. If tomorrow never came, you would be glad for it.

You pulled him back to you, the collar of his sweater clutched tightly in your hands. He kissed you slow as if you were a delicate primrose blooming in early spring.

When you pulled back again, he eyed you, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.

"I would root for the scrawny girl from four, who by the way, is the strongest swimmer I've ever seen." You suddenly felt yourself growing redder than channel bass. "And about that love tale, I didn't just spin it. I spoke from the heart."

"Oh, now you're done," you thwacked his chest, moving to stand up. "This does not mean you're getting in my pants tonight, Odair." You glanced at him pointedly, clutching his blanket to your chest.

You turned before you could notice that his answering smirk was more of a hopeful grin.

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mugentakeda · 3 months

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ughhh iroh and zuko doing regular degular parent child things kicks rock......... modern au iroh and zuko playing horror games together and iroh is so bad at it and hates horror stuff but zuko laughs the whole time so he perseveres. going to the movies and getting cussed out cus iroh forgot to put his stupid flip phone on silent. going to the fuckinf grocery store and bickering over everything because iroh keeps looking at shit he doesnt need. iroh starts flirting with the cashier so zuko groans loudly and goes to stare at beef jerky while exploding his uncle with his mind. zuko putting irohs gas in his car when its cold or rainy outside and leaning out the window to scream at drivers that honk at them. iroh yelling for zuko everytime theres a spider in the house. them watching jeopardy and arguing the whole time. folding dumplings for dinner that night while watching shitty wuxia dramas or opera plays on tv. iroh misusing emojis on purpose because it gets on zukos nerves. zuko showing iroh something on his phone and sighing deeply when iroh does that parent thing where he takes zukos phone and holds it out at arms length just to see whats on the screen

#i love them so much i hate my life #atla

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coalswriting · 10 months

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soccer stares - shauna shipman

summary - (y/n) didn't want to watch the last big soccer match of the season, but thanks to some misfortune, she wasn't given much of a choice (approx 1.6k words)

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being related to coach ben had its perks. you were able to get out of doing pe for the year, instead opting to ‘help him in the office’ (doing homework). you could also hide in his office when you felt too tired to go to class, though he often scolded you for it. still, you were his little sister and he loved you to bits, so at the end of the day, he always gave in. however, ben was as annoying as he was sweet. he always asked you to try out for the school’s ladies’ soccer team, yellowjackets, and every time he asked you, you would say no almost immediately. you were naturally talented at soccer, but you were also extremely reserved, preferring to read or people watch instead of running around in sweaty, short uniforms. the last time you had played, you must’ve been twelve. you were forced to join a soccer club because of your brother’s ties to the sport, and you complained every. single. practice session. truly, you had no interest in the sport, and you wished you could have nothing to do with it.

one morning, your car broke down on the way to school. everything had been fine, and suddenly, smoke began pooling out of the hood. stopping on the side of the road, you quickly jumped out of the vehicle, checking out the problem. “stupid piece of junk…”, you murmured irritatingly, being unable to pinpoint the cause of the smoke.

you arrived at school an hour late that day. between waiting for your car to be towed, and then having to walk the remaining distance, you were already annoyed. the day was getting off to a horrible start, and now you had to find ben, wherever he was.

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“yeah, of course i can give you a lift home,” ben nodded curtly, leaning against the door to the staff room, “but you know there’s a big match today?”

“ughhh,” you groaned, suddenly understanding why everyone was walking around with yellow and blue painted on their cheeks, “that’s fine, i can just sit in your office until it’s over.”

“no, (y/n), i actually want you to watch the game if that’s okay,” he smiled, as your eyebrows rose in shock.

“is this some weird attempt at you trying to recruit me again?”, you deadpanned, crossing your arms defiantly. you didn’t really mind watching the game, but you had already heard about enough soccer from living with your brother, let alone him trying to convince you to join all the time.

ben shook his head no before replying, “no, it’s just the biggest game of the season. i want as much support for the girls as possible – they’ve been practicing so hard all year. now, no excuses! see you at the game! i’ll leave a spot at the very front of the bleachers open for you.”

before you could reply with some sarcastic remark, ben swung the door of the office open, walking in. you stood for a second, grimacing at the idea of sitting at the front before snapping back into reality. “wait—ben!! I need a late slip!”

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you begrudgingly sat on your reserved seat as students whistled and chattered amongst themselves. it was quite chilly, considering the time of year, and you felt yourself shiver, pulling your hoodie over yourself. the sky was a beautiful shade of blue with a few odd clouds scattered within it. the sun shone brightly behind you, heating your back up.

you wondered what the girls were doing right now - they were probably in the changing rooms, doing each other’s hair, singing, dancing to music, and bantering. you almost envied it, longing for a close friendship with a team. suddenly, you were pulled out of your thoughts by a pair of two fingers sliding across your cheeks.

“hey!”, you shrieked as your brother laughed, pulling himself away from you before you could punch his arm.

“just popping some paint on you! lighten up and show some support!”, he chuckled, “it’ll be over before you know it.”

almost immediately after, eleven girls ran onto the field in a line. the crowd erupted into a loud cheer as students whistled, screamed, and waved their arms enthusiastically. then the second team ran onto the field, eliciting slightly less enthusiastic cheers. their coach walked over to ben, giving him a firm handshake and began to introduce himself. you watched your brother for a brief moment before focusing on the girls. they chatted amongst themselves, laughing on occasion.

eventually, ben huddled them together and began to talk strategy with them. before you knew it, the game began. there was a ginger girl in the goals, watching the ball intensely. your eyes began to scan the other teammates, noticing a tall, pretty girl with brown hair and curtain bangs, a bleach blonde girl who looked way too alternative to be playing soccer, and then your eyes fell on her. number six. she had dark brown hair with sharp cheekbones. you studied her as if she was a painting, following her as she dashed through the field, dominating the other team with her impressive footwork. she stood out from all the other players, and you couldn’t help but stare. eventually, your worst nightmare came through, her making eye contact with you she was brushing sweaty loose hairs out of her face. she winked at you, smirking a little, and oh no, you melted. she looked like a goddess. you fidgeted with the hems of your hoodie as she got back into the spirit of things, sprinting towards the ball again, much to the dismay of the opposing team.

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once half-time hit, your brother approached you, snapping you out of your longing staring. he followed your gaze, laughing when he noticed number six. “up you get,” he stated, pulling you up by your arm.

“huh?,” you shook your head, looking at him.

“you’re going to hand out water to the team while i go and talk with coach martinez. chop chop!”, he gave you a gentle slap on the back, then turned to talk to his coworker. you grimaced, grabbing the case of waters, and approaching the girls who were all huddled together near a bench. your hands quickly grew sweaty as you walked closer towards number six. you were not mentally prepared to communicate with other people, let alone such an attractive person.

“girls, water!”, number nine announced, turning around towards you. ten more pairs of eyes followed suit, and you suddenly felt extremely small under the pressure of silence. each girl took their turn collecting a water off you, thanking you every time. last but not least, number six came over.

“you’re coach ben’s sister, right?”, she started. upon your affirming nod, she smiled, “awesome! i’m shauna. it’s lovely to finally meet you. he always talks about you.”

“he does?,” you mumbled, barely able to verbalise your words. she was too beautiful, you decided, and at this point, you were doing to fumble her. “what does he say about me?”

“oh,” she giggled, “he just complains about how you won’t join the team. i imagine you hear enough of it at home.”

you looked at her for a moment before sighing, “yeah. soccer’s just not my thing. i wish he’d lay off.”

she nodded along and listened to you as you went on a mini rant. after about thirty seconds, you snapped to your senses, suddenly coming to a stop. your cheeks grew rosy, and you felt yourself become small and uncomfortable in your own shoes. shauna rubbed your upper arm reassuringly, causing you to feel electricity course through your spine. she looked you in the eyes with her intense brown orbs, grinning gently. “soccer’s not your thing, huh?,” she batted her eyelashes, “i don’t know about that, you seemed pretty engrossed in watching me.”

“i.. uhh… err…”, your brain short circuited as you completely forgot how to talk. you looked like a deer in the headlights, causing shauna to smirk devilishly.

“your name?”

“huh?”, you said, before suddenly realising you never introduced yourself. “shit! i’m (y/n).”

she burst into laughter as you spluttered a poor introduction, placing a hand on your shoulder to ground you. “take it easy, it’s all good. i’m only messing with you.”

“i know, i’m sorry. i don’t know what’s gotten into me,” you explain, not wanting to tell the breathtaking brunette that you were feeling Very Gay Thoughts about her.

she finally calmed down, leaning against you as her frame shook from her unsteady breaths; a consequence of laughing so hard. you smiled sheepishly at the ginger girl you saw in the goals earlier as she raised an eyebrow at you. she elbowed her teammate, another girl with gorgeous frizzy brown hair donning the number eight on her jumper, who followed her line of sight. the two of them watched you and shauna sweetly for a moment, before continuing their conversation.

suddenly, you heard the loud shriek of a whistle as coach ben and coach martinez strutted over. “okay girls!”, ben announced, “huddle!”

shauna gave you a final look. “looks like it’s time for me to go. it was lovely meeting you, (y/n), and i can’t wait to see you watch me at future practices. cute face paint, by the way.”

before you could reply, she ruffled your hair, her hand lingering for a moment. she then left you standing there, jogging towards her team. your entire face must’ve turned a deep crimson shade, as you suddenly became aware of the cool breeze around you. recollecting yourself, you turned on your heel to return to the spot you had previously sat in, excited to watch the remainder of the game.

maybe driving home with ben wasn’t the worst of ideas after all. from there on, you knew that you would watch every single practice and match if it meant being able to admire the pretty brunette again.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #shauna shipman #shauna shipman x reader

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