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#damn johnny. did we ask? you coming in hot

partycatty · 2 months

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I don’t know if you’re open to requests but me and my friend have this hc and I would like to see your rendition of it. The reader is stressed about their Algebra test coming up and since Johnny has a PhD in quantum mechanics and deals with that stuff, he offers to help. And as the reader is thinking on the problem Johnny gives them, they put the pencil in their mouth seductively but are unaware of it and Johnny gets a little… riled up. And you can take it from there :)

Love ya !! 🥰💜

ough i love me a big smart man

johnny cage > teach you a lesson

notes: my last fic took all of my mental strength for smut for now so it's only gonna be implied

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• damn you and your stubbornness, you're here trying to get your engineering degree and the class you put off all these years finally creeps up on you... and you hate math. thankfully, your best friend has a phd (which still baffles you when you think about it too much; not that he's stupid, more that it's so out of left field for him that you thought he was joking when he first told you).

• knocking on his door, he answers so quickly you wonder if he tumbled down the stairs to answer you in record time. he was always ready to do anything you asked of him, so you knew he was the right person to go to

• you explain the situation, about how you're teetering on the edge of just tearing your textbooks apart with your teeth before he slows you down with his hands on your shoulders.

• johnny ushers you in, welcoming you to his dining room after sweeping the various accumulation of stuff littering every surface to a degree.

• johnny's smarter than you gave him credit for, focusing on his well-articulated lecture but you find yourself missing the middle portion of his lessons when his veiny arms are exposed as he rolls up his shirt. his hands were so defined, so strong...

• "are you even listening?" he groans dramatically, waving said head in front of your face. "you wanna pass this class or not?"

• you swallow thickly, though the subject is still shamefully fuzzy in your mind. nodding slowly, johnny pinches the bridge of his nose before resuming.

• "maybe this'll be easier if we..." he leans over your seated form, towering over you as he flips your notes to a blank page over your shoulder. "here." he writes an example equation, a relatively easy one so he could break it down for you.

• shaking the dirty thoughts, you try to pick the equation apart, separating what you know is in the correct order of operations, but you're stumped when the denominators don't add up like they should.

• the tip of your pencil brushes against your bottom lip as your brows knit in thought. it swiped across the width of your lip, pushing in ever so slightly against your teeth as you desperately try to find a way past the confusion.

• johnny falls eerily silent, fists clenching as he breathing feels hot and heavy down your neck. he rubs his face, circling the table with a long sigh. the noise draws your attention, completely oblivious to how tight his pants were from the display.

• "sorry," you sheepishly look down at the paper. "this is... a lot."

• "no... no! you're fine!" johnny snaps himself back to reality at your puppy eyed expression, like his desperation for you was somehow your fault when it was really his for not knowing how to keep things in control.

• you feel smaller as you sink into the chair, trying to retrace your steps through the numbers. instinctively, the pencil finds its way to your mouth again and you gently suck on the shortened eraser, your tongue pressing against the head of it as the multiplication takes its time in your mind.

• johnny chokes on air, punching his chest to hide his flustered face. he can't even look at you or you might notice the steam from his ears.... why were you here again?

• "you're not helping," you remind him teasingly, and he jogs to your side with a cool breath to regulate his temperature. "did i do this right?"

• johnny leans down, his chin almost on your shoulder as he inspects your work. the error stands out to him at lightning speed and he pulls at your wrist, abruptly tugging the pencil from your mouth and slamming it against the table.

• "there," he huffs out, circling the error with his finger. "five over nine. not nine over five." his eyes flick between the back of your head and the pencil, and the way the eraser shines. he might pass out if he thinks too hard about it.

• he should've picked an easier equation so you'd stop thinking so damn hard about this, he thinks. the pencil wanders back between your lips and it's when you bite down on the pink tip his flat palm slaps the table, making everything rattle. you jump and look up with a shocked expression.

• "can you... not." he breathes, cheeks red and brows furrowed.

• "not... what?" you look down, maybe you had a bad habit in the math process?

• "don't do that." he's being vague, it's getting on your nerves.

• "you're gonna have to be clearer."

• "keep that thing away from your mouth," johnny points at your fingers twirling the pencil, an accusatory finger firm like he caught it committing a crime.

• "the pencil?" you're caught off guard, wondering what his issue is.

• "yes, the damn pencil!" he groans, running a hand down his face. "can't think straight for a single second when you're... you know."

• it clicks in your head, what he's asking of you. it flusters you but also fills you with an egotistical desire. you always had a lingering crush on your best friend, but you never wanted to act on it out of fear of losing the best thing that ever happened to you. johnny's deep, dark voice makes your core stir as you think about the possibilities, how to test the waters from here.

• you slowly place it flat against your tongue, trying to ignore the taste as you relish in the way johnny twitches his eye at the sight. he wants to look away but you're forcing him to, that knowing glint fatal for his heart. the thought of your tongue holding the heavy weight of his thumb, or worse, his dick, is driving him up the wall.

• johnny stomps beside you, grabbing your wrist and pulling the pencil away, managing to throw it out of your grasp and capturing your lips with his own as the pencil rolls off on its own adventure.

• his kiss is consuming, far too much for your mind as you grow dizzy at the loss of breath. his hands pull at your face and neck, trying to squish your face against his as he swallows every whimper and gasp for breath you expel.

• just as he pulls away to get oxygen, his thumb slides between your lips and presses against your tongue, your hot and heavy breath driving him wild.

• "are you really trying to do this to me?" he asks as your lips wrap around his finger, sucking gently. his eyes flutter shut and he groans, nodding downward with his head.

• "maybe," you quietly reply through his finger, sinking to your knees in front of him, sliding your hands up his outer thighs. you're perfectly in line with his crotch, but your eyes are too busy admiring the flustered actor above you as he looks down his nose. he pulls his thumb away, groaning at the thin trail of saliva that falls down your lip from the loss.

• "i'll teach you a lesson," he reaches for his belt buckle, the clinking of metal dulling every sense but your hearing.

• you can study later... probably.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut #marley writes ☆

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serene-sun · 9 months

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𝕻𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚!

Pairing: ghouls & a baby ghoul, lowkey sodia, Swiss is so dad

Summary: after a great show, the ghouls make a haunting discovery

A/N: I told my fiancé I was pregnant during Mary on a cross and he flipped, also was bawling tears when they left the stage!! So here is a comfort thing I wrote to distract me from the concert blues.

Swiss yawned and stretched his back, he walked down the ramp from the once shiny and lit up stage.

“I could use a nap.” He said groggy, his vocal cords holding and letting go of his voice.

“Im so hungry.” Cumulus whined, following the ghoul as she fumbled with the button that kept her uniform closed around her neck.

“Im damn thirsty.” Mountain said, slouched over as he grew more and more exhausted. He felt his arms limp, and his ankle hurt.

“That was a great show!” Sodo said, rolling into the ghoulish pack with a confident smile. “I think each time we play here, I wanna come back.” He added, his eyes lit a flame.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love Nashville, but sometimes all of the noise from broad street is too loud.” Aurora said, catching up with them as her and rain covered their sensitive ears.

Rain winced in agreement as he hung with Aurora, phantom and cirrus.

“Wait.” Swiss said, his lead off the line coming to a hult as they approached the dressing room hall. “Do you guys hear that?”

“What is it now? It’s probably them blasting Johnny cash or something down the street.” Aurora rolled her eyes, but she quickly turned to Swiss as she heard the noise too.

“No. No no, that’s not music. That’s a whimper.” Swiss said, investigating with his pointed ears and pin point eye sight.

“Hm? It’s probably the meet and greet.” Mountain replied, looking at Swiss.

“No, that was after their set.” Swiss walked towards a corner of the venue, he came to a tall black curtain and hesitantly pulled it back.

“Uh-“ Swiss was at a loss of words as he saw what muffled crying was behind the curtain.

The rest of the ghouls followed in curiosity, only to be the same as Swiss with their jaws low and eyes wide.

“Uhm…how.” Cumulus tried to reason, as she looked at the frail kit curled up into his knees with hot wet streaks running down their cheeks.

“I’ll….I’ll get papa.” Cirrus volunteered and ran off as the rest of the ghouls ushered the kit to the dressing room.

“Are you alright? How did you get here?” Swiss asked, setting them into the vanity and kneeling down to seem less threatening in size. His eyes soft and his hair damp in sweat, “can you understand me?”

“What do you last remember?” Rain joined in before the door slammed open to reveal a confused papa.

“What? What’s going on?? What’s this about?” Papa copia pushed through the crowd of ghoul frustratingly.

He came to a point of no return when he was met eye to eye with little ghoul.

He had only been in a baggy tour shirt, the one with papas face menacingly staring at the earth as lightning struck the cities they played at. It covered the ghoul like a dress, and he had dark fuzzy black hair and pointy ears. His claws were so sharp they dug into the metal vanity and left marks.

“Oh dear.” Copia sighed, his tense position lessened as he kneeled down with Swiss. “You aren’t supposed to be here, are you.”

The little ghoul stared at him, his eyes unable to close and reopen as he sat so still you would think he was a statue.

Copia brought a hand to his head, but he heard a loud hiss and a sharp sensation at his hand as he noticed the leather of his glove clean slit like a fine blade. Copia looked at his eyes, slit pupils, wide eyes, long eye lashes, and he felt blood drip from his hand.

“Oh this just won’t do now will it?” Copia muttered, looking at his hand, “seems to be he was summoned.”

Sodo rushed to papas bloody hand, he held it and looked at him with concern, “Cardi, your hand.” He worried.

“Don’t worry about me, what matters is how and who summoned this poor bambino.” Copia softly smiled at the fire ghoul.

“Do you think…mm no.” Aurora held her chin, as so did rain and Swiss.

“The perpetrator knew it happened, they left him and clothed.” Copia took his glove off and pressed on his growing wound as sodo held his arm carefully.

“Do you, do you have a home little one?” Copia asked, bravely kneeling to the child again.

The kiddo looked him in the eyes as his chest heaved, “papa.” The kit whispered.

“Eh, yes I am papa.” Copia pointed at his chest, “you?” He then pointed to the kit.

The child’s eyes watched copias carefully, “star.” He slithered his name past his fangs.

“Home?” Copia asked, planting his knees on the dressing room floor.

“Dark, red…hot.” The ghoul frowned, “cold.”

“You want to go home?” Copia asked, “go home?”

The kit nodded eagerly.

“Alright, we will need to send him back to the pit.” Copia stood up and sighed.

The ghouls groaned in unison, “no!”

Copia looked around confused, “well what do you suggest we do then Hm?”

The ghouls looked at each other and then at papa, “take him home?” They proposed.

Copia was speechless, “take home a kit??? Mo- sister would kill me!”

Swiss took the kit and held him in his arms as he giggled at being thrown up so high, “we can teach him our ways.” Swiss smiled.

“Wha-“ copia looked at the other ghouls for answers before taking a moment of silence, “no.”

Swiss’s eyebrows furrowed, “what do you mean, no?” He bit.

“His home is In the pit!” Copia exclaimed.

The kit frowned at the loud noises, “home.” He muttered as he held tight to Swiss’s vest.

“Home.” He muffled again against his shoulder, “Swiss.”

The rest of the ghouls looked at papa with a silent smirk.

Papa looked around the ghouls, huffed, and looked at Swiss as he smiled in victory.

“Home it is.”

#serene sun nocontext #the band ghost #ghost band #the band ghost x reader #serene sun writes #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #ghost band fic #swiss ghoul x reader #rain ghoul x reader #cirrus x reader #cumulus x reader #mountain x reader #papa c x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Phone sex with the 141 boys + Alejandro and Rudy? :DDD

Hot damn. Ok here we go! As usual Gender Neutral reader, use of pet names though. Tell me if anything needs tweaking! UPDATED FOR KÖNIG

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, smut and utter filth to be honest, phone sex, masturbation at its finest

Price 🥃

He’s been away on a mission for 3 months now. Missing you terribly, he’s undercover so lucky for him he’s staying in a hotel. And a hotel means wifi. And wifi means he can video call you. Catch my drift?

You answer his call ‘hey you, everything ok?’ He looks wound up. ‘Hiya love, yeah I’m alright. Just, missin you is all.’ He smirks into the camera. You’ve been with him long enough to know what this means. ‘You in the room?’ You ask cocking an eyebrow. He nods enthusiastically. ‘Alright John’ you smile wickedly.

You go upstairs and prop the phone up, resting on the bedside lamp. You take off your top and start to caress your torso, small moans coming from your parted lips. Slowly tweaking your erect nipples you groan his name.

‘God love. Say my name again’ he whispers, palming his erect cock through his trousers. ‘Say it’ he growls. Moaning his name you drag your nails across your body. ‘That’s right love.’

‘Let me see John, I wanna see your cock.’ Obliging he pulls down his trousers, his erect cock springing free, a satisfying tap sounding as it hits his stomach. ‘There he is’ you smirk.

‘All for you love, always for you.’ He starts pumping his cock as you work of your own trousers. ‘God John you’re so big, is that all for me?’ He pumps faster at your breathy words. He throws his head back, groans coming from his chest. ‘Keep going John. Please? For me?’

‘Fuck, anything for you. Fuck love’ he grits his teeth as he furiously pumps his cock, slurring your name. He bucks his hips slightly as he cums, coating his stomach. Breathless he sits up and brings the phone closer to him. ‘Thank you love, needed that’ he smiles.

Soap 🧼

Soaps on base when he calls you, ‘hey hen, you free?’ His strained voice alerts you to something being wrong. ‘Yeah Johnny I’m free, what’s up?’ He stifles a laugh down the phone, ‘horny. Need you.’ Always one to keep it to the point.

You giggle down the phone, he’s relentless. Knowing it won’t take long when he’s this worked up you drawl his name into the speaker. ‘Fuck, Johnny. You hard?’ He moans in agreement, you hear the sound of a zipper in the background.

‘Touch yourself hen, I wanna hear you moan too.’ Of course he did. He hears you move, the sound of fabric being pulled down your legs. ‘God I wish you were here Johnny. Wanna feel you.’ He hums your name, whimpers coming from on the phone.

He begins panting, puffing as he works his cock thinking of you. You can hear him working his cock in the background. ‘Fuck Johnny you sound so good. Cum for me?’ Throwing his head back on the pillow he envisions fucking you. Hard. They way he likes to.

‘Gonna cum hen, fuck, need you so bad.’ Nearing your own orgasm you breathe his name, pushing him over the edge. You hear him moan as he cums, he goes silent while he comes down from his high. ‘I love you Johnny’ you smile into the phone.

Ghost 💀

Ghost likes watching videos of you rather than actual phone sex. He’s built up quite the library, but when he wants a new video he’ll start sexting. ‘Need you. Now. Need to feel you round my cock.’

Knowing exactly what he’s after you send him a video teasing at first. Slowly running your tongue up the side of the banana you were eating. Swirling your tongue around the tip. ‘Fuck wish that was me.’ Giggling youd send him a photo of your hand in your pants. ‘What you wanna do to me?’

‘Choke you on my cock. Tears coming from those pretty eyes. Wanna see you gagging as I cum down your throat.’ Fuck. He’s always so rough, it turns you on so much. You send him a small video of you beginning to touch himself, whispering his name.

He pulls his thick cock out and sends you a picture. You reply ‘need your cock so badly. Wanna taste you.’ He starts thrusting into his hand at your words, squeezing it tight. Remind him himself of you. You send him another video, you panting his name, he can hear how aroused you are.

‘Wanna see you cum’ he texts. Obliging you film yourself cumming screaming his name into your empty house. He films himself as he cums over his thighs and lower stomach, your name lazily slurring from him.

Gaz 🇬🇧

‘Babe. Need you.’ That’s the text you get from Gaz, he’s away on deployment and he’s desperate for you. You start the video call and he’s stood in his boxers, his thick cock looking at you.

‘Look at that cock. All hard for me. You gonna show me how you cum baby?’ You smirk, licking your lips. He groans as he takes his cock in his hands, pumping hard and fast. Abusing his cock at the sight of your lips. He loves your lips, thinking about how they’d feel around him.

‘Fuck babe. Can’t wait to fuck your when I’m home.’ Moaning at his words you suck your fingers, he’s got an oral fixation and loves watching your mouth work.

His breaths draw short, his chest tight as he cums, his fingers laced with his cum he whimpers your name.

Alejandro 🌹

This man doesn’t do phone sex. He wants your body and body alone. Phone sex WILL NOT do. Nope. Nada. Nien. Neit. Nac ydw.

Rudy ❤️

Rudy loves phone sex with you, be it video call, a normal phone call. He loves watching as you touch your body, moaning his name, moaning what you want him to do to you.

‘Fuck, Rudy please, please I wanna cum for you.’ He listens as you plead down the phone to him. ‘Fuck mi amor, cum for me, say my name as you cum for me please?’ He loves hearing you pant down the phone, small whimpers of his name. ‘Rudy, Rudy, Rudy.’

He palms his cock, desperately seeking his orgasm. Picturing you on his cock, eyes rolling back, cock drunk. ‘Gonna cum mi amor, let me hear you baby.’ You whisper his name as you cum, voice strained. He cums soon after his seed dripping down his hands, thinking of you, and only you.

König 👑

König is the master of phone sex, his voice is as thick as a caramel as it oozes through the speaker. ‘I want you to touch yourself my love’ he orders down the phone. ‘I want to hear you, moan for me.’ You let out small whispery moans into the phone, making sure he can hear your hand moving beneath the sheets.

‘I am, fuck König, I wish you were here’ you moan. You can hear the breath hitch in his throat ‘I know my love, I miss you too, but let me hear that pretty little voice scream my name as you cum.’

You work yourself over and over moaning his name back to him. He mutters incoherent German back to you as he becomes more breathless. You can hear him stroking his cock over the muffled grunts he hissed from under his sniper hood. ‘Are you close König?’ You whisper to him.

‘Yes my love, so close’ his voice is straining as he teeters on the edge. Your own orgasm is close, you feel it brewing you start chanting his name like a mantra done the phone. It drives him wild hearing his name slur out of your mouth. As he tips over the edge he arches his back, imagining you with him, helping him cum. As your own orgasm washes over you you wail his name back to him.

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A/N - I got Raynaud’s disease and my hands became so stiff writing this. Hence why they get a bit shorter. Ffs lmao. BRB need to warm my hands up 😭

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soapyghost · 1 year

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Could we get captain price with a younger/inexperienced reader? Like someone who’s only had shitty hookups that didn’t care if they got off or not. He would completely ruin you for all other men omg. Like knowing that he’s the first person to really make you feel good would be so hot to him

TRUTH OR DARE? A PRICE X F! READER

A/N- I actually had a lot of fun writing this bad boy. I really hope I did this prompt justice~

W/c- 2.1k

WARNINGS- Smut, language, fingering, orgasm(s), p i v, choking, rough sex, inappropriate relations with your boss, and like a ton of SMUT. Ok cool enjoy.

Of all things, of course a children's game would be your downfall.

It all started after a you and the rest of 141 finally completed the 2 month long mission in bumfuck Russia. Safely back at the bunker, the squad pops open a bottle of whisky, bourbon to be specific, so even Ghost joined in. The game of cards long since abandoned in favor for a rousing game of Truth or Dare.

"Minx, you're turn" Soap slurs, "Truth or dare?" "Truth" you respond, after seeing the last dare done in the group you chose the hopefully safer answer. Gaz had last chosen dare and the image of his bare ass is now forever ingrained in your brain.

"Oh that is so not gonna save you missy," Price mutters, taking another sip of his drink. You raise your eyebrow at him as Soap asks "how many time has a guy made you cum in one night?". You spit out your drink at the bluntness of this question. You usually can hide your emotions pretty damn well, as it was part of your job. Your were 141's espionage agent. Their "honey pot" , which is how you got your code name, Minx. But this question, off of Johnny's drunk lips caught you off guard.

"I'm sorry, WHAT did you just ask me" you retort. "Oh you heard me." he counters. You take a sip of your glass and muse on how to get out of this one. But you know there is no way out, its either answer this question or down the rest of the bottle. Your stomach doing flips at the thought of drinking that much. After a long sigh you shrug your shoulders in defeat, "Not a single time Johnny boy" exhale. Every head in the room snaps up to stare at you in pure shock.

Johnny lets out a chuckle, "I can change that for you Sweetheart" he boldly asserts. "Johnny you couldn't figure out the difference between a pussy and an asshole" Price quips, which manages to get what sounds like a chuckle from Ghost and full on howls from the rest of the team. You feel your face redden and you look up at Price to try and come up with some snappy comeback but the words die on your lips when you see how he's looking at you. It's different now, hungry.

It's been a few months since that night in the bunker, but you can't get the image of Price's face out of your head. Are you falling for your Captain? You don't have the privilege's of loving anyone in your line of work. Not only can they be killed, but most men would lose their minds watching you flirt with mob bosses. How fragile their egos can be, but that's what makes it easy to get information. Which comes in handy on your next mission.

You slide on the little black dress laid out for you in the hotel room of some fancy 5 star hotel in the heart of Mexico. This mission was simple, get in, get close to the some high up cartel douche and get the information off the USB he's carrying. Slipping in the earpiece that is near invisible you breathe, "hear me alright lads?". "Copy" responds Price, "Loud and clear Minx. Remember the plan and stick to it." "Yes sir" you reply. The rest of the squad was outside, hiding in the shadows incase anything went awry and being subtle was no longer an option. You stalk out of the hotel room and down to the casino on the first floor, ready to outsmart yet another idiotic man. You catch the attention of every man in the room when you walk in, some even blatantly staring. You saunter over to the bar and order yourself a drink, ignoring the man at the bar trying desperately trying to get your attention. You swipe up your drink and leave him with his mouth open as you go to sit in the lounge and wait for your prey.

"Incoming now Minx" you hear Ghost breathe through your earpiece. Not a minute later incomes your target, a rather short man in an overpriced suit, Angel. All the pictures you'd been briefed with made it easy to spot him in the crowd. You take a slow sip of your drink and as he walks past you, you slowly look up at him with doe eyes. You can see in his eyes he's fallen for it hook line and sinker. After a few minutes a man in a black suit taps you on the shoulder, "Excuse me Miss. But Angel would like to speak with you" he whispers into your ear, accent thick. "Oh does he?" you respond, "well who am I to decline?"

You follow the man to the back of the casino and he leads you to an elevator. "He's on the top floor" he gestures to the door. "Gracias" you respond, voice dripping with honey. "You could work on that pronunciation." Gaz snorts in your earpiece. As the doors shut and the elevator moves you take a big gulp of air. "Shut it Gaz" you spit. The doors open to a dimly lit club, filled with music and smoke. "Hope you boys are ready for a show," you breathe as you step into the club.

He sticks out in his flashy white suit making it easy to pick him out of the crowd. You slide into his lap and purr "you wanted to see me handsome?" His hand slides onto your ass and you suppress a gag at the smell of his god awful cologne. "mmm, I've wanted to lay my hands on you from the moment you looked at me" he moans into your ear. "Well, I'm here" you murmur into his neck, placing kisses from his ear to the nape of his neck. You hand slides down his body, nearing his groin. You slip your hand into his pocket and slip the USB into your dress. "We should take this back to my room" he hums. "Mmmm, you'd think I'll just follow you anywhere?" You pull back, eyes wide, "I would feel much safer back in my room. But I need to freshen up first" you move your hand up his chest. After a few more minutes of some pretty heavy petting you get up, "you can find me in room 603" you whisper into his ear as you slink away. Of course that wasn't your room number, you weren't even going to be in this country by the time he figures that out.

The minute your outside the hotel you find a way to slip into the backstreets to rendezvous with the team. "I feel like I need to take a scalding shower for the rest of my life" you groan, still feeling his hands on your body. "Let's exfil and get you that shower, you earned it" Price smiles once he has eyes on you again. You wonder what a shower with Price might be like... you shake your head to get the image out of your mind.

After debrief and a long hot shower you get a text that surprised you

My office- 10 minutes. It's from Price. What could he possibly want with you at this hour? Your mind races with the possibilities as you leave your room, mostly of terribly dirty thoughts of being bent over Price's desk. As you approach his office door you pause, unsure of if you want to knock on the door or pretend you didn't see his text. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you rap on the door 3 times before you hear Johns gruff voice, "Come in."

You slide in the door and close it softly behind you, "You wanted to see me sir?" you choke out. The air in here thick with cigar smoke and anticipation. "Your performance on todays mission was good kid, but that's all it was, a performance." he mutters, voice low. "Sir?" you inquire. "You've never wanted to take a man to your room, none of them could please you" his words go straight to your core. "I've been thinking about this since that night in Russia" he continues, standing slowly from his desk chair, "and I know you have too" his eyes flick up to yours. They have that same hungry look from all those nights ago. You gulp, "have I now?" you tease, hoping to regain some control of the situation. "Oh you know you have love" he grumbles. In an instant his hands on your neck and your back is on the door. You let out a yelp of surprise and pleasure. His lips meet yours and the fire in your belly ignites. You had been thinking about this since that night, many times with your hands between your legs and the image of him in your mind.

"Why don't you show me then? What it should be like?" you moan as you nip at his neck. "I'm going to ruin you" he growls, flipping you around and face down onto his desk. The tone of his voice and the force he moves you around with is more than enough to get you soaked. He rips the booty shorts you wore down your legs, to reveal your bare ass, a perfect site to behold. You can hear him hum in delight at the sight of you bent over his desk. Your breathing is ragged as he takes one hand to hold your head down on the table and the other begins to rub your folds. His touch alone tightens the band in your stomach, he knows exactly what to do. "Wet already?" he croons, taking his thumb to your clit. He starts slow, moving in a circle causing your back to arch. The fire in your stomach turns into an inferno as he takes one finger and slides it into you. You gasp at the feeling of his rough callous fingers. He pushes up against you, his cock throbbing through his pants and slides in another finger. "Fuck John" you moan. "Shhh, let me show you how you deserve to be fucked" he grunts. His pace begins to quicken, fingers sliding effortlessly in and out of your hole. You've never felt this burning inferno in your stomach unless it was your own fingers. "Holy Shit John" you whine, your eyes loosing focus at how incredible this feels. "Cum for me" he commands, fingers moving at a speed you didn't know was possible. The gruff command is enough to send you spilling over the edge into an orgasm. You cry out his name as he doesn't relent. You have to bite down on your arm to ground yourself, the world going black from pleasure. "That's my girl" he praises, removing his fingers from you with a satisfying pop. Before you can catch your breath, you hear him unbuckle his pants. Shudders run through your body in anticipation for what comes next. If his fingers could do that, you can only imagine what his cock can do to you. "Ready?" he whispers. You're so fuck dumb all you can do is manage a nod, as he slides down your panties which are just a soaking mess. He teases you, moving his cock back and forth between your soaking folds before he finally slides his tip in. He's so much bigger than anyone you've ever been with, you cry out as he slides a couple inches deeper. "Breathe love" he groans through gritted teeth, "You have to relax for me". With one final thrust he's in, his size struggling against your walls. You whimper as he begins fucking you. His hand moves from your neck to your head, hands filling with your hair. Pulling your head back, he picks up his pace. Every thrust fans the flame of yet another orgasm. "Fuc- John I'm gonna- I'm gonna" you yelp. Words won't come out of your mouth, your brain to scrambled from the last orgasm. "Fuck" He grunts, and with one final punishing thrust you feel him empty inside you. His cum mixing with yours as you're thrown into yet another orgasm. His forehead on the back of your head, cigar smoke filling your senses.

"What are you doing to me Minx?" he breathes. You're still bent over the desk gasping for breath. You've never been fucked like this in your life, its nothing like those shit one night stands you've been used to. Your whole body feels like its on fire, but your head is where its the worst. Words are failing to come to your lips, all you can do is whine. He slides out of you and kisses your forehead.

"Truth or dare?" you finally gasp out. Shakily hopping up on the desk, regaining a miniscule amount of control of your body. A smirk crosses Johns mouth, "Dare" he answers.

"I dare you to make me cum again" you challenge, voice still shaky. His eyes light on fire again, "Gladly".

#price smut #captain price x reader #captain price smut #mw2 #mw2 x reader #mw2 smut #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #price x reader #modern warfare 2 smut #captain john price #captian price

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theemissuniverse · 7 months

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“WHOS PANTIES???” MILEENA X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : Okay to sum it all up do y’all remember that one episode of that 70s show where Donna finds panties in the vista cruiser and then she confronts Eric at the diner? Well I’m going to be doing that bc it was funny in my head.

Also for context, Jade exists in this world now and Mileena’s father is alive becauseeeee I said so

WARNINGS : Um none I think????

Mileena was insanely jealous of the connection you shared with Jade. It was absolutely annoying seeing the two of you together. Considering also that you were an Earthrealmer and Jade was an Outworlder like herself.

You knew this and always tried to reassure her that nothing was going on. Well, today was going to be a bad day for you.

Johnny Cage, Raiden, Kenshi and Kung Lao had decided to come with you to Outworld as they were on a short mission. The four of them had just claimed to stay in your room while you were off with Jade.

Mileena was also in the room, trying to find some sign that proved her theory. “Princess Mileena, I highly doubt that (Y/N) is cheating on you with Jade.” Kenshi told her.

Johnny Cage nodded in agreement. “Yeah, she sucks.”

“She didn’t let you play with her magic stick?” Raiden questioned him.

Johnny sighed. “Yeah.”

“There’s got to be something wrong. Jade is not all that interesting for (Y/N) to be hanging out with her every second.” Mileena stated.

Kung Lao nodded in agreement. “She has a point.”

Raiden stood up from his chair and walked over to Mileena offering her a hand on the shoulder. “(Y/N), would never cheat on you, princess.”

Mileena was starting to give in to his words. That’s when she saw it. Underwear. Not just any underwear, panties. Panties that she knew wasn’t yours.

The princess carefully picked them up and examined them. “Please tell me one of you invited some woman in (Y/N)’s room.”

Everyone turned their attention to Johnny. Johnny was on his phone and he could feel the stares. When he looked up, he gave them a look. “What are you looking at me for? If I knew any Outworld women - I wouldn’t be here.”

Rage. Pure rage consumed Mileena. She trusted you and you do this to her? You and Jade would pay.

She didn’t say a word. She marched out the room. “She didn’t say anything. That’s a very bad sign.” Kenshi said. They all gave each other a look before rushing out to find you first.

You and Jade were sparing with each other. Jade had knocked you down with her stick. She then had her heel on your chest. You groaned in pain. “Damn. You’re good with that thing.”

Jade smiled. “It just takes a little practice.”

You were about to say something but then you saw your Earthrealm friends rushing over to you. “Are you okay?”

“Did we miss anything?” Kung Lao asked.

“Of me getting my ass kicked? Yeah.” You said jokingly.

Raiden noticed the position you and Jade were in and knew it would be trouble if Mileena saw you like that. “(Y/N), I’d highly recommend you get up…like now.”

“Why what’s-“

“(Y/N) (M/N) [if you have one] (L/N)!”

When you heard your entire government name, you knew it was hell walking on Outworld. “Oh boy…” You mumbled. Jade immediately got off you and you stood up from the ground.

You dusted yourself off and looked at Mileena, trying to smile. “Hey, babe-“

“Don’t ‘hey babe’ me! I trusted you and you cheated on me with this strumpet!” Mileena yelled, pointing at Jade.

Johnny bent down a little to whisper to Raiden. “What does strumpet mean?”

Raiden, obviously not wanting to say ‘hoe’, he tries to hint at it. “The ‘H’ word.”

“Hot wheels?”

Raiden looked at him like he was the dumbest person on Outworld but chose not to say anything.

Jade gave Mileena an offended look at her choice of words. “Excuse me?”

Mileena did not hold back. “Yeah I said it! You want some of this? Come on!”

You had absolutely no clue what was going on. You got in between Jade and Mileena so they could have distance. “Mileena, Jade and I were just sparing with each other. That’s it!”

Mileena did not liked to be made out to be dumb. In her mind, she had all the evidence right there and you were treating her like she was stupid. “That’s it? I found this pair in your room and I know you don’t wear these so stop being foolish.”

Your eyes darted at the panties in her hand and you gave her a look, genuinely not knowing where they came from. “Panties?”

“Ah.” Kung Lao says. “So she admits they’re panties.” Johnny nodded in agreement. Kenshi and Raiden turned to the two of them like they were stupid.

Mileena pushed Jade slightly. “Next time you want to fool with somebody else’s lover why don’t you take your underwear when you’re done?”

Jade started to get annoyed but she had laughed. “By the gods- (Y/N) could not have a woman like me if she tried.”

You nodded. “Yeah!” Then you realized what she said. You slowly turned to her. “Wait what?”

Mileena hit you with the pair of underwear that was in her hand. “So these are some other woman’s underwear?!”

“Whoa, no offense but Princess Mileena, you’re on fire.” Kung Lao told her with a laugh.

Jade waved everyone off. “I do not need this. Figure your relationship out.” She said while walking away.

You honestly didn’t know what to do. How could Mileena believe you? You looked guilty as ever. “Mileena, you have to believe me. I have no idea where those came from.”

All of you heard footsteps and your attention turns to Sindel. “Mileena. That pair of underwear is mine.”

Johnny and Kung Lao both let out a laugh of utter shock when Sindel had said that. “(Y/N)! You are a god.” Johnny and Kung Lao start to get on their knees to bow to you.

You rolled your eyes with an annoyed look on your face as obviously you did not sleep with your girlfriend’s mother.

Just about everyone shared the same amount of annoyance. Raiden and Kenshi were actually regretting having Johnny and Kung Lao here.

“A god I say.” Johnny said and they bowed to you again.

“You idiots.” You tell them before bending down to smack their heads. They all grumbled in pain and stood up.

Mileena pulled her mother to the side slightly and shoved the underwear in her chest. “Mother, why was your underwear in my girlfriends room?”

Sindel sighed, slightly embarrassed. “That was before (Y/N) was staying in town. Your father and I just…needed a new location and..”

Everyone made a disgusted noise and face when she said this.

“So…” You trailed off, waiting for an apology from Mileena.

Mileena sighed, crossing her arms. “I’m sorry.”

“For…?”

“For not trusting you.”

“And…?”

“And if you don’t take the apology, I will skin you alive.”

You nodded and pulled her into a hug. “Works for me.”

“Aw. It’s a happy ending after all.” Johnny said and then he turned his attention to Raiden. “So does it actually stand for hot wheels or…?”

Raiden blinked his eyes slowly and chose to just walk away.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #liu kang #mortal kombat 1 #kitana #kung lao #mileena #raiden #johnny cage #mk #mk 1 #mk jade #mileena x reader #kenshi takahashi #mk sindel

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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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misthogansnk · 7 months

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“I will live in you”

Syzoth x fem.Reader

Warning: Angst, death, blood, despair and loss of a loved one

Description: Syzoth's destiny is marked, loss haunts him.

It cost me a lot to try to move on, my new friends, people who supported me and accepted me were a great help to move forward, but she, y/n was a key piece, it took me a whole year to decide to court her or as Johnny says 'ask her on a date', I didn't want to rush anything, and neither did she. She perfectly understood my mourning and my obligations as the new emissary, she was patient, she gave me her friendship, her love, her heart... She was the first hot blood from the land that set foot in Zaterra, to my surprise she was well received, her diplomacy and charisma fell in favor among my people. Although not everyone looked favorably on me, they evidently understood my way of acting. I wasn't introducing them to a simple woman, I was introducing them to my partner.

The relationship blossomed, time helped and we got married. It wasn't long before he gave me the news that would light up my soul: we were having a child. In his womb was the fruit of our love. By then we were living thanks to the kindness of the Empress in her palace. She had indeed become her advisor and best friend, and the news was more than welcome. I had to take care of Y/N, my wife was a great fighter, an innate warrior, although her health was fragile.

I became overprotective in the months that followed, she took care of everything and everyone...but I never took care of her of me.

“Y/n, my love, I have a surprise for you,” my joy made her beautiful smile warm even my soul, “there is one month left until our son is born, so I prepared everything on my recent trip to Zaterra, everything so that be born.” There… come on, I’ll help you pack.” Why did I do that?

"Syzoth, I don't think it is appropriate to go now, my belly is heavy and such a long trip could bring forward the delivery."

I looked at it with disappointment and disgust, my people were looking forward to it, it was a new beginning for everyone. We argued, yes, I hate myself for that every day, every hour, minute or second but she ended up agreeing, she agreed to a damn whim of mine. That same night we left, and damn, she was right. The trip was hectic and our recent argument didn't help, we didn't exchange words, I didn't notice it, I didn't notice her pained face, how her belly was clenching, I deserve the worst. It wasn't until we were almost at my house that she screamed, her water broke, and her contractions took over. We hurried and as soon as we arrived I carried her in my arms, my son would soon be born. My euphoria at the acceptance of my people was so much that I forgot many important things, I forgot about their fragile health, that my people were not used to warm-blooded births, the wisest and most medical, so to speak, They had only heard history or studied books about it.

Your labor lasted 16 hours, I couldn't stop holding her hand, encouraging her, what did I do? But there came a time when I heard you cry, you were beautiful, your features were as perfect as your mother's, I was distracted by your beauty and did not notice the blood that flooded the place. They placed you on her chest and she kissed you on the forehead, looking at you lovingly.

I will remember her words to this day: “Syzoth, promise me that you will love her and protect her, live for her and make her happy, will you promise me my love? I love you and I will always be there for her and you.” Her voice was almost a whisper: "I will always live in you, daughter," then she kissed your forehead again. I was naive, I just said “yes my love”, I smiled and went to get some things for the baby and I was late because I wanted to bring flowers to my wife, what an idiot, it wasn't a promise. , it was a farewell. When I got to the room I only noticed the silence, until I saw you, I saw the blood, it was no use praying, it was no use begging her to just be asleep, I had lost again, she died and I couldn't say goodbye, I couldn't protect her, I failed. The bouquet of flowers that would decorate her room adorned her grave. Your crying put my feet on the ground, but it was not enough. Because of me you didn't know her, you didn't know your mother...

I'm a coward, I know. You are old enough to understand, I am a coward who tells you this through a letter, I am sorry. I promised her that she would save you, and I did, I protected you from me, I love you and I hope that one day you can understand, I don't seek forgiveness because I know that maybe I never deserve it.

Take care of yourself, yes, don't make Kuai Liang or Harumi angry on earth.

With love dad...

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nikoisanidiot · 2 years

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hi! can we have some headcannons about what a relationship with each of the proxies would be like :)

Yes ofc! Note, in my au the main "proxies" are Tim, Brian and Toby!<3

Relationship HC's With The Proxies||Proxies x Reader Headcanon's

Tim Wright -Be prepared to smell like smoke. You will smell like smoke no matter how hard you try. -Lots of Johnny Cash, John Lennon, Bon Jovi, ect. -HE HAS A KISS THE COOK APRON. DON'T TRY TO FIGHT ME ON THIS, YOU WILL NOT WIN. -Tim need's minimum two hours alone after a mission, no matter how long it was. He takes that time to recuperate away from you for your safety, in case he dissociates and Masky fronts.(In my au he has DID.) -Tim love's when you wear his clothes, it's cute to him. -Tim has a soft spot for kids, like a big soft spot. He want's one of his own one day, with you. -He prefers if you don't interact with the creeps(assuming your a civilian) to protect yourself and the others from harm. -Rant's to you about Toby, a lot. -"Hey sunshine." "Oh, of course love." Just a mushy guy. -Probably love's morning kisses. Like any chance he gets, his arms are around you giving you a kiss on the cheek. -When Tim has schizophrenic episodes, I beg of you to make sure you're there for him and to reassure him. Be yourself and try to make what he's going through as comfortable as possible and don't treat him any different unless you think he need's help. Ask to touch him, incase he might be paranoid and want to run. Comfort is key. -Tim loves cooking, homie will cook you a four course meal if you asked tbh.

Brian Thomas -He love's it when your curious -Oh you had a weird phase? He's had weirder. -Brian is your therapist tbh... -Right after a mission, be prepared to take a long, hot shower together. Also be prepared to probably watch a horror movie right after. -"Hey I know your busy right now but could we go get a bite to eat? I'm hungry." "Go by yourself, Brian. Your a big boy." "Fuck you." "Yeah yeah, get me a chicken sandwich." -Brian makes the most bizzare jokes sometimes. -Brain collects guns, when you want to hear about his collection, he gets excited and probably wont shut up about the damn things for AWHILE. -Baby, babe, honey, sweetie and love are his go to nicknames for you. He has joke nicknames for you too like dickface or asshat but only uses it when he's joking. -Brian can get pretty serious sometimes when it comes to his job so please, if he's working him, don't bug him. -Prioritises time to be with you and makes time to be with you for a few hours. -He likes squish. He likes when a person is a little chubby. Mean's Brian has more of you to hold onto. -Gets pissed off when you act like stewie and pretend he's brian the dog. Like he genuinely hates it. -Loves when you wear his hoodie, and if you ask him to wear it again, he will. -Lost of long night drives, jamming out to random music and watching the stars.

Toby Rogers -He didn't get much attention as a kid, so be expected to have a very clingy boyfriend. -Don't underestimate his strength, he's seriously a strong guy. -When you notice his hands are starting to get big sores, he will breakdown and tell you he had another nightmare of his father... So he'll ask you to bandage his hands. -Hand holding, cuddling and literally and form of physical affection. -Toby has echolalia, he repeats the phrase "I love you" a lot, but he does it with the biggest fucking smile, makes your heart MELT. -Toby dosen't have corprolalia. He just swears like a sailor. -Coming back from a mission, he goes for the booze, he drinks a lot of it to forget literally everything of the mission. AKA his tics can get a little aggressive, he punches himself, throws stuff around the room, has occasionally punched or slapped you a few times. -When Toby has a PTSD panic attack, he becomes non-verbal for a long time and just abuses himself relentlessly because he cant feel shit. He has a mental collapse for a few days, and as a result, Tim and Brian let him take a break from missions, letting Jeff fill in for Toby. -Toby needs a lot of panic attack aftercare. He usually needs to be wrapped up in his bandages and lots of cuddles, kisses and care. -"Y/N- could we-could we please cuddle? I want some care... please." -He loves nicknames like baby boy, pumpkin and Tobs. He loves calling you Babydoll, honey, and babes. -Please don't take his hoodie or face mask, sometimes his only comfort is those things when he feels he can't come to you. -Emotional guy.

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mikhailwrites · 7 months

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The fire in your eyes / Ghost x Soap

Kinktober #19 - Uniforms

Military Parades. Everyone hates them. Instead of doing something useful and productive, you need to dress up and march in front of staring crowds. Nobody cares if it’s so hot the road is melting or so cold your eyes are freezing over. However, there might be a silver lining to this one: Johnny fucking MacTavish proudly displaying his Scottish heritage.

I'm writing this at 3AM, terribly sorry if it's even less coherent and has even more mistakes than usual. Btw did you know SAS has its own tartan? Well, now you do.

The door to the rec room opens, Ghost immediately checks them. And has to look away and back again. As if to make sure he’s truly seeing... that. Johnny. In a kilt. Not just the kilt, in fact, the whole getup.

Gaz whistles, eyeing the other Sergeant. “Looking sharp, mate! Got a date? Some pretty bird to impress?”

“Damn right, I do,” Johnny smirks as he momentarily looks at Simon. Oh, he likes to play with fire. But he does look sharp, Gaz is right about that. “But we gotta address the elephant in the room. Ghost in a uniform? What did you bribe him with? And the chest candy, too? Had to be expensive.”

“That would be classified, Sergeant,” Price appears out of nowhere, rivalling Ghost’s namesake. “I hope you boys are ready to make a good impression today.”

“Yes, sir!” they answer him in unison. They don’t have to like parades, but they all understand why they must be at their best.

It all goes smoothly; they’ve rehearsed it, after all, for countless hours. Even the weather takes pity on them and graces the parade with an overcast and reasonable temperature. They march, they do the show, people are applauding, a few are shouting some profanities as if a good portion of the parade doesn’t have a near-death experience. As if they didn’t hear the whistle of a bullet flying way too close to their head.

Ghost keeps his mind carefully clear. He performs as is expected of him, enjoys the fleeting moments he gets to see Johnny and tries not to count passing minutes. Then there’s a hymn, another march, and, yes, finally, they’re free. He needs a drink, as do the rest of One-Four-One. Drink, and then he gets out of the uniform. Every time he catches a glimpse of himself, he startles a bit until his brain catches up. God, he hates this.

As Simon nears the pub they had earlier agreed to meet, there is an unusual amount of noise and ruckus coming from inside—the sound of breaking glass and splintering wood, shouts and thuds. Ghost tags Price standing a little out of the way, leaning against the wall and smoking one of his usual cigars.

“Someone already managed to start a fight?” Simon asks as he comes closer, mildly impressed.

“Uh-huh,” Price nods. “We did.”

Ghost blinks a few times. Alright, he didn’t see that coming. “What happened?”

“Someone insulted Soap’s kilt and, if I got it right, even went as far as to say something about his mother. And you don’t just insult SAS soldier’s mum, do you?” Price asks a wholly rhetorical question. Ghost only nods, but then he looks around the deserted street.

“So, why aren’t you inside?”

“Plausible deniability. If I go there, I’ll have to clean up the mess and employ some disciplinary measures. You know the drill.”

“Want me to sort it out, sir?”

“Please do.”

That’s the only permission Ghost needs. He takes off the jacket, handing it to Price. He might not like it, but he sure as hell doesn’t want to get his measurements taken again for a new one.

It’s an absolute chaos inside. Luckily, Ghost thrives in chaos. He sweeps the pub from left to right, taking a quick and rough account of the situation. Gaz is to his right; two men are holding him up as the third takes a swing at him. It’s not a bad punch, Gaz’s head jerks to the side, blood from the split lip dripping on his uniform. As the assailant prepares for another swing, Ghost intervenes. This is his teammate right here, the man who’s saved Ghost’s life on numerous occasions.

Ghost moves quickly, sliding behind the man’s back and grabbing him by the collar, slamming him into the overturned table. The two blokes holding Gaz up look at Ghost, then at each other. There’s a hint of recognition. They let Gaz go immediately and try to charge Ghost, both of them at the same time. Not a bad thinking.

Ghost dodges one fist aimed at his stomach and trips the man. The other one lands a hit on Ghost’s kidneys. It hurts, but he’s used to pain. However, before Ghost can react, Gaz is there, kneeing the bloke in the stomach before sucker-punching him. Okay, that’s one-half of the job done.

“Where’s Soap?” Ghost barks out loud enough to be heard over the racket.

Gaz looks around. Numerous fights are going on, as is expected. There’s tension and rivalry between the military branches and the units. This sort of gathering is a powder keg. “I don’t…,” Gaz starts, trying to find their other Sergeant. “Oh….”

Ghost follows Gaz’s gaze, and… yeah. Oh.

Soap is lying on the ground, one guy’s neck held between his thighs while simultaneously doing a proper fist-assisted dentistry on another bloke who’s struggling to crawl away. Johnny looks like a rabid dog.

“You gonna need help with him?” Gaz asks, not making even a single move.

“Nah, get out of here, Price is waiting outside,” Ghost shakes his head, loosening his tie, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and tucking the sleeves up.

First, he frees the half-choked bloke before he kicks him further from Johnny. Then he grabs Soap and forces him to his knees, thus letting go of the second guy in the process. Ghost quickly glances at their uniform. Royal Marines. Of course. Ghost almost wants to kick them some more.

Instead, he does the reasonable thing worthy of an officer. He takes Soap and, much to the Sergeant’s protests drags him away. Soap is loud, cursing Ghost in that incomprehensible language of his, but even he isn’t so out of it as to hit Ghost, who also happens to be his commanding officer as well as a partner of sorts.

Ghost pretends not to notice and appreciate the searing heat in Soap’s blue eyes. Johnny doesn’t lose his shit nearly as often as many would think, yet when it does happen, it’s an absolute masterclass of carnage. And Ghost loves it. However, he can’t be thinking with his prick right now. They need to get out before someone with actual power shows up.

The ride back to Hereford is a short and quiet one. They stop at a petrol station and get some ice. Gaz is nursing his split lip and bruised jaw, Soap is pressing a handful of ice on the back of his head, where he claims someone hit him with a chair. He’s bleeding from the shallow cut on his forehead, and his left eye is beginning to swell. He got a thorough beating, but Ghost can’t help but think that he didn’t really save Soap. If anything, he saved those two poor bastards Soap was beating up. The Sergeant would probably eat them alive if someone didn’t stop him.

They get out of the car, Ghost immediately grabbing Soap and dragging him away. Price sighs, and Gaz chuckles.

Ghost is leading them to the barracks, to his room. The door closes, lock clicks in place. Johnny is dirty, bruised and bloody; his uniform is ripped in several places, too. He’s a damn mess, but Ghost has always had some seriously crossed wires. He’s been hard in his trousers for a while, and there’s no way he’s waiting a minute more to do something about it.

“Uh… Listen, LT, I’m sor…,” Soap doesn’t get to finish his apology before Ghost is on him, damn near devouring his mouth while his hand clutches at Soap’s thigh over the thick layers of tartan. Johnny lets out a slightly exasperated laugh as he backs up and falls onto the bed. Ghost follows, never allowing more than an inch of space between them. The new position allows him to reach under the kilt finally. He kneads at Soap’s bare thigh, remembering that he nearly choked a man with it. Fuck!

Ghost quickly undoes his belt and shucks his trousers down under his arse. “Lube,” he growls at Soap because the Sergeant is closer to the nightstand. Johnny does as he’s told, fishing out the bottle and handing it over with the same practised move as if he would hand Ghost a magazine.

“Prep?” Ghost asks, clipped and right down to the business.

“Fuck it, want you in me thirty minutes ago,” Johnny smirks. The fire in his eyes is back now. He didn’t get to rip the Marines apart, but now he might get that anger channelled in a different way.

“Wanted to be in you the moment I saw you in the morning,” Ghost retorts.

“You tell me the sweetest things, Simon. Hurry up!” Soap smiles, licking his lips as he watches Ghost fumble with the lube.

It burns a bit at first, then it hurts a bit more, but Soap is no virgin. Ghost is holding back a great deal, trying to go reasonably slow. Soap groans, but instead of pulling away or making any attempt to stop Ghost, he nudges him closer, whining as he forces himself to take more. Ghost is mesmerised, completely lost in him.

Johnny writhes under him, unable to stay still. Ghost’s prick halfway in is both too much and not enough, and it’s frustrating. Finally, he makes up his mind, hooks his legs behind Ghost’s back and demonstrates just how much strength there really is in his legs.

Ghost gasps and moans, Soap whines, arching his back off the bed, struggling to take a breath for a few seconds. “Christ, Johnny,” Simon wheezes, struggling to control himself and the situation. Scratch that; he doesn’t control the situation at all. Soap does, especially once he adjusts and simply uses Ghost to take what he needs.

Simon doesn’t mind. He would be willing to give this man anything he could desire. Anything at all. Simon would cut out his own cold, cold heart and gift it to him. He would burn down the world. For now, it seems that his cock will suffice.

Soap, for the lack of better words, fucks himself on it, and the kilt, rumpled and tucked up, leaves exactly nothing to the imagination. Johnny shivers as the glistening glans of his hardon rubs against the wool, but Ghost does nothing to help him.

If he did, it would’ve been over way too quickly. Instead, he leverages Soap’s hips, changing the angle significantly. Soap yelps before hissing an ecstatic “Yes!” Soon enough, more words follow. Please and harder are especially frequent, and Ghost does give it to him.

Snapping his hips forward at a punishing pace, he gets a lovely gasp each time he bottoms out. Johnny is clawing at the sheets with one hand and at Ghost’s forearm with the other. Come morning, he will probably look like a wild cat mauled him.

It’s a sweet kind of pain. Johnny will feel him for a few days; it’s only fair Ghost will, too. Simon feels the tension build up inside him; his thrusts are slower but firmer, forcing a breath out of Soap, who looks like half of his mind is wandering elsewhere. Eyes hooded, mouth hanging open, face slack in that special way only a good shag can do.

“’M close,” Ghost warns. Or maybe it’s a promise, what with the way Johnny’s legs hold him tighter, trying to force him deeper. Simon blindly searches around until he finds the lube, pouring a little into his palm before he grips Johnny’s neglected prick. It’s hot and hard, velvety, with prominent veins that make Ghost’s mouth water as he remembers how it feels in his mouth, on the tip of his tongue. How Johnny tastes, how his hand in Simon’s hair feels. Simon cries out, a broken sound of utter relief, as he pumps into Soap with each pulse that wrecks his body, coming inside him for what feels like an eternity but is mere seconds.

His hand slacks, but Soap covers it, tightens the grip and continues to fuck into Simon’s fist with quick, erratic thrusts. He’s close, his breathing ragged, his brow furrowed with desperation and concentration. Simon moans as Soap rides his oversensitive cock.

Even in his post-orgasmic state, Ghost feels the faint rush of excitement as he watches Soap coming undone and, a few seconds later, actually coming, soiling his uniform, jacket, kilt, shirt, all of it. Ghost lets them both breathe for a few seconds before Johnny lets go of his hand; Simon, in turn, let’s go of Johnny’s cock, and brings his hand to his mouth. Johnny makes a small, helpless noise as he watches Ghost lick the cum off his fingers and palm.

Simon collapses on the bed next to Johnny, exhaustion catching up to him quickly.

“You’re beautiful,” Simon whispers, unable to stop himself.

Soap stares at him for a moment before he snorts. “Aye, damn right I am, what with the black eye, all bloodied and bruised.

“You’re prettiest when you’re bloodied and bruised. And angry, I like you angry,” Ghost continues, his filter completely fried. Johnny would probably tease him about it later, but for now, he can say whatever he wants.

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hearts4golbach · 1 month

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The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 22.

my head pounded as i dug through my bag, praying i had some sort of pain killer in that damn thing. unfortunately, i didn't have shit. i leaned against the counter and texted johnnie.

me: johnniee

me: Are you up?

johnnie: yeah babe what's up

me: Are you coming tonight?

johnnie: Of course

me: Would you mind bringing something for my headache? it's starting out to be a terrible night, lol

johnnie: yeah ill head that way soon :)

me: Thank youuu

i turned off my phone. the bell on the door rang, and i greeted the customer. "Welcome in. what can i get for you?" Hearing the same repetitive phrase angered me tonight, way more than any other night. i cleared my throat in an attempt to calm myself down.

"Can i get a latte, please?" the girl requested.

i hummed. i turned around towards the espresso machine. i packed it and slid the container into the slot. i pressed the on button, expecting it to work, but it didn't. "you've got to be fucking kidding me." i said under my breath, hoping the customer didn't hear. i turned back around. "im so sorry, the espresso machine is broken."

"Oh, no worries!" she gave me an awkward smile before looking up at the menu. "Can i get a medium vanilla cream hot coffee?"

"yes ma'am, so sorry for the inconvenience." i picked up the coffee pot, which i had made a fresh batch not long before she had come in.

she finally received her drink. she paid and left, leaving me alone in the cafe once more. i poured myself a cup of cold water and chugged it, hoping it'd dull the pain.

i discovered that the espresso machine had just unplugged, but it was still a bitch to plug back in. i opened the cabinet and moved the extra bags of coffee beans. the plugs were in the very back of the cabinets. i was torso deep into the cabinets, trying to fish the cord out from behind the small opening in the back of it whenever johnnie walked out.

i heard a chuckle slip out of his lips. "You okay over there?"

"Yeah, just trying to plug something in." i mutter as i finally reconnect everything.

i stand up and turn to find johnnie holding a small bouquet of about 5 light pink and white tulips. i purse my lips and try to hold back tears.

"Awe, it's okay, y/n." he smiled softly, coming behind the counter to hug me. i held onto him tightly, feeling as if some of my problems had washed away. he rubbed my lower back and pulled a small container of painkillers out of his back pocket. "Here are those, if you wanna take them real quick."

he kept one arm wrapped around my waist as i did. "Thank you so much," i pecked his lips, "im so glad you're here."

he pulled up a chair behind the counter to sit with me, "What's been going on?"

"It's just that nothing seems to be working. It's just been a weird night. i have a massive headache, and my temper is super short tonight. of course, the thing was unplugged, so i had to fix that. but im only an hour into the shift, and i know the rest of the night is going to be shit." i rambled, dreading the following hours.

"Can i help around the store again? maybe that'll take some shit off of your shoulders." he offered. "What all do you have to do tonight?"

"Well, take orders, obviously. i need to sweep and mop out here and go do the last of the day shift dishes, then i need to wipe down all the counters and tables. we need to take down the valentines decorations, too." i listed off all of the main tasks that came to mind.

"Where's the broom?" he asked with zero hesitation.

"Since you really wanna help, the broom is in the closet right over there." i pointed to my right, "but really, you dont have to help."

"i wanna help, love." he replied before taking out the broom and beginning to sweep the floors.

the next hour worth of orders went smoothly. surprisingly, tonight was a busier night than usual. i decided to stop complaining, as i was getting more money, the more people that came in. johnnie then wiped off all the tables and counters, leaving them spotless.

"youre actually the best." i called from across the cafe. he smiled and gave me a thumbs up before returning to the last few tables.

"You ready to take the decorations down?" he asked, wiping his forehead after tossing the dirty rag in the dirty bin.

"Yeah, let's do it." i climbed up on his shoulders, figuring it'd be best to get the hard shit to take down out of the way first.

"There's a party me and jake were invited to this weekend. Do you wanna come with me? i think tara is going, too." johnnies thumb gently rubbed my thigh.

"Uh, obviously," i stuttered. i tossed the small stack of heart cutouts onto the floor before moving on to the next one. "Why wouldn't i want to go?"

he shrugged. "i dunno."

"My parents are coming to town soon. i told my mother about you, and she wants to meet you." i mentioned. i was anxious for his response. "Do you want to?"

"Uh, yeah? of course i fucking do." he giggled.

i sighed, "i just need to warn you, im not sure if she'll like you. she's very judgemental."

"Then I'll earn it. dont worry, y/n."

"You'll earn her liking you?" i raised my eyebrow even though he couldn't see.

"Yeah, I'll find a way." he patted my upper thigh.

after i picked the last heart off of the wall, i got off of his shoulders. he placed a soft kiss on my lips. i replied, "im sure you will."

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ruvviks · 1 month

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// oc in 15.

tagged by; @devilbrakers, thank you so much!! tagging; @reaperkiller, @vvanessaives, @hibernationsuit, @katsigian, @adelaidedrubman, @dickytwister, @rindemption, @noirapocalypto and YOU!

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an oc, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the oc. bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

decided to do this for vincent since he is the main character of my cyberpunk universe and it's been a hot sec since i talked about him! these bits are all from various fics including the broker which is a long fic that i'll never shut up about. sorry. i've included more than just the dialogue since a lot of vincent's manner of speech is also in his body language and internal monologue :^) his voice claim is basically masc v from in-game but with very distinct southern flair

from chapter 7 of the broker:

‘Here we are,’ Vincent repeated, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jacket and flinching lightly when he heard an explosion in the distance. ‘Just another fuckin’ day in Night City.’

from an unreleased fic i still need to finish and post:

‘The Deckhead?' Vincent asked. 'Fried to a crisp. Found ‘im hooked up to the Net high off his tits- he had an intruder alarm set up but it caused him to panic, ‘n he disconnected himself too soon. Lights went out before I could do anything.’

paraphrased from this fic, showing that vincent can and will talk to johnny out loud whenever he wants:

‘What the fuck,’ Vincent blurted out, voice shaky as he took another step back. […] Johnny raised a hand and gestured vaguely at Vincent, and himself, and the space between them. ‘You don’t have to speak out loud when you- I feel like I’ve said this before.’

from an unreleased fic:

‘Maelstrom wasn’t too happy I was running off with their toys,’ Vincent answered, eyes lingering on the bruise on Vitali’s face. ‘Had to flatline half of ‘em before I could get out.’

from chapter 11 of the broker:

‘Peachy,’ Vincent said and gave him a thumbs up. His mantis blade was still deployed and he nearly cut himself with it.

from chapter 16 of the broker:

‘Right.’ He stepped back, visibly biting the inside of his cheek as his eyes wandered off into the rest of the living room and he did a mocking salute in Vitali’s direction. ‘Yessir.’

from chapter 2 of the broker:

‘Pleased to make your acquaintance?’ Vincent said, the sentence more a question than a statement, and he frowned slightly as he watched Dupoint walk around the desk and sit down opposite of him while unbuttoning the jacket of his slightly too big suit.

from an unreleased fic:

‘Yep, that was me,’ Vincent said in response, his voice suddenly a couple of octaves higher. Smooth talkin’, you fucking airhead. You sound like a damn high schooler.

from this fic, talking to johnny out loud again:

‘Right, ‘cuz apologizing means everything is instantly forgiven and forgotten,’ Vincent snapped, accidentally startling an old lady he passed by; he quickly raised his hand to her as an apology and fastened his pace.

from an unreleased fic:

‘Born ‘n raised in the Glen, yeah,’ Vincent answered, flinching when he noticed the edge of someone’s umbrella get dangerously close to his face. ‘Won’t find the nicest people there but at least they generally know they’re not the only gonk on the fucking road.’

from this fic:

‘Headache that comes and goes-’ Vincent paused and glared at Johnny. ‘- but yeah, peachy. And you’re right. Worrying doesn’t help anyone.’

from chapter 2 of the broker:

‘V has had a lot of things on his mind, as of late,’ Vincent dryly said. ‘Please do enlighten me.’

from this fic, talking to johnny out loud again:

‘Alright, speaking rights fucking revoked,’ Vincent cut him off, visibly startling Vitali who had just slightly leaned in to Vincent’s touch. ‘Piss off, Johnny. Jesus.’

from chapter 15 of the broker:

Grant Armitage. Some seemingly random Arasaka exec with “his greasy little fingers stuck right up Yorinobu’s golden ass”, as Vincent had described him a few days prior.

from chapter 2 of the broker:

‘A fully opened center.’ Dupoint paused, raised an eyebrow, and glanced back at Vincent. ‘Do you know what that move is called, V?’ Vincent shrugged, and swallowed his laughter. ‘Dunno. The American Nutcracker?’

#tag games #ask:vincent #yes i keep mentioning that he talks to johnny out loud most of the time but it's important for his character i need you to understand #it's funny to watch him startle everyone around him by suddenly starting to speak to johnny out loud. boy you could pretend you're on a cal #also i didn't really know who to tag for this because i'm out of the loop with who writes etc etc so i just grabbed some regulars #but as always feel free to kill me with hammers for whatever reason honestly i won't take it personally

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la dolce vita

title: la dolce vita | part of the “All’s well that ends well series*” you DON’T have to read it all, if you want more context for this part (mostly for the dynamics switch) it’s enough to read ‘under summer sky*’, either way, just know that they are ALL in a polyamorous relationship

pairing: jeong jaehyun x oc x suh johnny x lee taeyong x nakamoto yuta

genre: smut, fluff (if you squint), established relationship, polyamorous relationship, slice of life, non-idol au

summary: Jaehyun had a plan; a romantic night together during their romantic summer trip to Procida… but the night took a wild, unexpected, turn. Or where Jade’s dream finally comes true.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, sex with multiple partners, fivesome, (mostly) femdom, power play, handjob, rim job (m), spitting, sensory deprivation (blindfold, tied up), minor cockwarming, anal fingering, degradation (kinda heavy), praise kink, minor use of mommy, use of (fucktoy, doll, petnames | m), dumbification, dollification, orgasm denial/control, edging, triple penetration (f receiving), pegging, mentions of free use, minor chocking, overstimulation, dom!oc, dom!johnny, dom!yuta, switch!taeyong, dom to sub!jaehyun, aftercare, dubcon (it’s just Jaehyun being his usual proud self with a sparkle of new-found brattiness but I’ll tag it for safety reasons bc at the start he acts like he doesn’t want that even though it’s more fighting for dominance than not wanting it. they have a safeword and the thought of using it never crosses his mind and there are a lot of check-ins. things get heated toward the end and it’s a little more intense than my usual stuff, so if you think it may trigger you, don’t read it)

words: 16.295k

a/n: peach boy gets ruined by all of them, I imagined something softer but it completely went downhill and… you’ll see. It’s very Jaehyun-centered because I wrote this to fill my need for sub-Jaehyun so please don’t come at me and say that the others don’t have enough spotlight. I wanted this to be part of this series because I feel that the way he lets go completely can only fit in their relationship. I plan on writing more about them (check here* and fill the form if you have anything you want me to write). Anyway, I hope you'll like it, please, let me know what you think with comments, reblogs or asks, for more support consider donating here*.

* i can't add the links or else it doesn't show up in the tags but you find everything on my account

6 months before.

“Are you saying that he won’t find me hot?” Jade huffed, lolling her head back to rest on Johnny’s shoulder while her feet, at the end of the bathtub, played with the water, making it spill.

Johnny sighed, hand caressing her scalp slowly, and then said, “I’m just saying that you know he won’t let you do it.”

A pout formed on her face, eyebrows knitted, and lips sealed together. “But why not? He never had problems doing it with you while you were away, right? Why would it be different with me?”

A light chuckle rolled out of his lips, “Trust me, we did it just once and we bickered for almost an hour to decide who was going to top. It’s just not his cup of tea, anymore,” Johnny explained, moving around to still be comfortable in the tub. Mentally damning Taeyong that was locked in their big bathroom since an hour ago and now they were stuck in this where he barely fit. “Honestly, I don’t think it ever was. We all know he never bottomed in his life.”

“But there’s always a first time,” she complained, turning around to face her boyfriend. “And technically it’s not even the first.”

Johnny inhaled deeply at the amount of water that splashed on the floor and then stared at her pleading eyes. “You don’t have to convince me with those eyes, but him.”

She batted her lashes again, “Are you sure you don’t want to try?”

He threw his head back and shook it, “It’s not being pegged the problem, you know damn well I won’t last a second as a sub, and we also know that you want to dominate him, not only top him.”

Jade rolled her eyes and crossed her arms on her chest, trying to keep her body up only with her thighs. “Fine, you’re right.”

“So?”

“So, what? You’re telling me that there’s nothing I can do to convince him, what can I do?”

“You’re the one that knows him better,” Johnny retorted, rubbing circles on her waist.

“You were his best friend since he was born, he must have told you something, confessed if he was into it or not. I just want to know if it’s a red flag or an orange one.”

Johnny furrowed, “An orange flag?”

“If he’s at least willing to try, you know?”

“Like a safe word?”

“Yes, but no. Yuta and I use it when he wants to try something new. If I’m uncomfortable with the idea it’s red, if I never thought to be into it, but I’d like to try it, it’s orange.”

Johnny cocked his head to the side, “You two are weirder than I thought but it makes sense somehow. So, why don’t you ask him?”

Her eyes went wide as she frenetically shook her head. “No, no way. I wanted to surprise him, but I need to at least know that he won’t turn me down. It’s just going to be embarrassing if something like that happens.”

“Wait,” Johnny said, eyebrow furrowed while he was finally connecting the dot, “for his birthday and valentine’s day?” He exclaimed. “Oh, Lord no. Forget it, baby, just forget about it.”

She whined, throwing her head back and shaking him from the shoulders. “But why?”

“What do you mean why? Our birthdays are our days, it’s part of the gifts, deciding what to do, being in command and everything. And you want him, Jaehyun, to be a sub on his day. It seems like you don’t know him.”

“But it would be just for the night,” she retorted, leaning against his forehead. “Please.”

“I’m not him.”

She smirked, pulling back again, and tilting her head to the side, “But you could plant the idea in his head,” she sang with a sly smile on her face.

“But why me? Why would he listen to me out of all of us? Maybe Taeyong could convince him.”

“No, you’re the only one that can keep up with him. And also, he’s never afraid to try new things with you, so…” she pouted, with pleading eyes batting at him.

Johnny pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed loudly, “I hate you.”

She laughed before kissing him passionately, “And I love you, and even more if this goes where I want it to go.”

“You know it’s hard, right? Almost impossible? And that I’m doing it just because I love you.”

She furrowed, “I thought I just heard you say you hated me a few seconds ago.”

“I hate how easy it is for you to convince me,” he glared at her playfully before pulling her in another kiss. “But,” he started when they pulled back, “if he says no, don’t be too let down, okay?”

“I won’t,” she promised. “But I don’t want you to tell him what I want to do.”

“I know,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, the bright ginger of the freshly done dye looked incredibly good on her. “Also, remember that if it’s a strict no, I think it will be just for the sub thing, not the pegging.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t know, but anyway, let’s see what I can do.”

“God,” Johnny groaned, scrolling through the Netflix catalogue, trying to find something to watch. He and Jaehyun were at home that afternoon. Jade and Yuta were at work, and Taeyong was sleeping in his room, tired after a night fixing things for his brand launch and then school in the morning. “There’s nothing to watch.”

On the other side of the couch, Jaehyun laughed, mindlessly scrolling through a social media Johnny couldn’t tell apart, “You’re just picky, Suh.”

“No, I’m not,” the older retorted, lifting his legs on the chaise part of the L-shaped sofa. “We’ve seen everything.”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes and crawled closer to him, cuddling up in his arms. “It’s impossible with all the things that are here. You’re picky, and not curious. Try new things.”

Johnny chuckled, “I should try new things? And what about you? When was the last time you did that?” Now, that wasn’t how Johnny wanted to bring the topic up, and it was probably also going to be complicated to make this conversation sexual, but he was glad Jaehyun helped him with that.

Jaehyun shrugged, “This is not about me, it’s about you.”

“You can’t lecture me if you’re not on the right track.”

The younger huffed, throwing his head back, “Fine, I don’t know. Maybe when we eat snails in France?”

Johnny made a disgusted expression at the memory and then nodded. “Okay, and then? It was almost two years ago.”

Jaehyun’s eyes widened, “Two years already?”

“Yes, love. Time flies when you stay in your comfort zone.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear,” Jaehyun glared at him. “When you dragged me to the indoor rock climbing site last summer. Never done that before.”

“And in our relationship?” Johnny tried his luck, raising a brow at him, but that only made him frown.

“What do you mean? Am I not giving you enough? Wait, are you tired of me?”

Johnny shook his head swiftly, “God, no, why are you so paranoid? That’s not what I meant,” he reassured him, intertwining their hands to make him calm down. “I was hinting at something else.”

Jaehyun was still confused, not getting how, out of all relationships, theirs could get any more adventurous and out of the schemes.

“When was the last time you tried something new in bed, Jay?”

“Are you calling me boring? I thought we had fun. God, is this a talk to send me to a couple-sex therapist?”

Johnny rolled his eyes, “No, Jae. I was teasing and asking you to unleash for a second and go beyond. There must be something we’ve never tried before that you want to do,” he said, looking at him. “A secret fantasy, something you were just too afraid to say, or too ashamed to admit.”

Jaehyun’s face heat up as different thoughts crossed his mind.

Johnny chuckled, caressing Jaehyun’s red cheek, “So, pretty boy?”

“Don’t call me that,” he barked back, glaring at him.

“But you are, though.”

“I’m not Taeyong, I don’t like being called that,” he said, crossing his arms on his chest. Johnny shrugged, feeling he was lying since he somehow reddened more than before.

“You didn’t answer,” Johnny reminded him, hands trailing on his thigh. “Just one thing you always wanted to do.”

Jaehyun gulped and then stared at him, “Yes, there’s one thing I want to try.”

Johnny couldn’t plant that idea in his mind, and the thing he wanted to try wasn’t that.

But Jade kept tiptoeing around it for months with jokes and trying to act dominant in front of him but instead of affecting Jaehyun it only lead to Taeyong crawling to her and begging to get fucked instead. And of course, it wasn’t a problem, but she still couldn’t get the idea out of her mind. And she knew that trying to start something – especially like this – without talking first was a dumb move but the worst thing he could do was laugh at her face and say no, right?

So when the holidays finally approached, she decided that that was the right moment to try. She didn’t have a plan, but she felt that luck was on her side and somehow it was going to happen.

“Have you seen the view from here?” Taeyong exclaimed when they walked into the hotel room in Procida. They were close to the sea but could see the houses’ bright colours and the little streets leading to the port. “This is so pretty,” he said in awe, turning around as Jade walked to his side on the terrace.

“How do you always choose the best places?”

Jaehyun smiled, hugging her from behind. “I have my secrets,” he winked.

“Yeah, it’s not like we spent nights up going crazy to look for what we wanted,” Yuta chimed in, wrapping his arm around Taeyong.

“As always I have to carry everything and y’all are having cuddles time,” Johnny complained when he entered the room with some bags and saw them.

“Come here, babe, we were just enjoying the view,” Jade said, turning around and opening her arms to welcome him in.

“Mhh, that’s better,” he hummed against her hair.

The following days passed normally, walking around town, visiting the suburb of Marina di Coricella that was close to their hotel, or Terra Murata, drinking too much espresso and lemonade, spending entire days at the beach, playing table football with teenagers that were way too good at it, dancing until late to local music playing in the bars and enjoying the beautiful sunsets from the Belvedere dei due Cannoni.

“I’m going to go back home with so much more weight on,” Jade joked, patting her stomach after she finished the plate of spaghetti with clams after they also decided to eat pizza (it was going to be hard to go back to eat the pizza hut one).

“You’d look amazing either way,” Yuta said, smiling at her, moving a strand of her light brown hair behind her ears, the ginger dye had faded and Taeyong had helped her go back to a normal brown before they left for the holidays.

“Yeah, and it’s also absolutely worth it,” Johnny added, pointing at the empty plates on the table. He had never eaten so much fish in his whole life.

“I just can’t stop eating, everything’s so good,” she said. “I even accepted uncooked shrimps, God, Italians will make me do anything.” The day before they went to the market, just to take a look around and a fisherman stopped her and made her try them, telling her he had spent the whole night out and they were fresh.

“Enjoyed dancing with that man, yesterday?” Johnny joked, raising a brow.

She laughed, “Shut up, he was so nice, though,” she said, smiling softly. The night before they went to a different restaurant that also had a live band and a small dancefloor, nothing wild like a disco, just acoustic music and vibes, and a man that could’ve been her grandad asked her if they could dance together to one song, and then they ended up dancing to five.

“He told me I reminded him of his granddaughter, at least that’s what I could understand,” she chuckled at the memory of him showing her his granddaughter pictures and how much he missed her since she went study abroad. Now, Italian people over 40 weren’t the best at English but somehow they always had a way to make people understand what they wanted to say. And also, of course, knowing they were going on a holiday there, she had to try to dust off the few things she knew about the language and learn more with Duolingo threatening her life if she didn’t take lessons for once.

“That’s cute, I thought he was going to take you home,” Taeyong joked.

She rolled her eyes, “I can dance with you all the time you want, let an old man have fun for once.”

“For once that they’re not creepy as fuck,” Yuta said, shrugging.

“Y’all are so jealous, God,” she rolled her eyes, huffing loudly.

“You were beautiful, though,” Jaehyun said, a smile curling his lips. “Sundresses look good on you.”

“And even better on the floor,” Taeyong added, winking at her.

“Yong, what the hell! Why are you so horny these days?”

“Because you always look better in summer, I have a kink for summer you.

They all laughed at that and then Jade said, “I can’t stand you.”

“Well, should we pay and then head back?” Johnny proposed. “So Taeyong can make his dream come true.”

“Who decided that? I think we did it more than enough,” Jade joked but stood up anyway.

“As if you can say no to me,” Taeyong teased, tickling her, making her laugh.

“Fine, fine,” she gave up, “but we’re passing to the gelateria before.”

“Yes, babe,” Yuta said, intertwining their arms, waiting for Johnny outside while he went to the cashier to pay.

After the gelato, they got back to their hotel room to a surprise.

“Wow, what’s this?” Jade asked as she looked around in awe.

“A little thing I set up,” Jaehyun said with a smirk on his face. “I think we needed something extremely romantic.”

“Wow,” they gasped in unison. The bed had satin sheets, and there was a path of roses petals that led to it, while some candles lit up the room and filled it with a fresh aroma. And it wasn’t a human-planned thing but the sunset was setting and coloured the room with a beautiful shade of pink while the wind blew the white curtains shielding them from the outer world and the waves crashed against the shore.

“Didn’t expect something so romantic,” Yuta mumbled as he looked around.

“Wanted to celebrate being together.”

“We are always together,” Johnny whispered under his breath, only getting heard by Taeyong that giggled.

“Mh, and what do you want to do pretty boy?” Jade teased, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“What’s with this thing of calling me pretty boy? Stop it,” he replied. “By the way, just look better around,” he smirked, pulling away from the hug.

She huffed but then did as told, even though she couldn’t see anything else.

“Hey, babe,” Johnny called. “Look here.”

She moved her head to stare in the direction where he was pointing and gasped when she saw the things on the bed. She turned back to him with her mouth open and confusion written on her face. “These things?” She asked, turning again to let her hand run on the blindfold and the handcuffs. “You didn’t make somebody set this up for us, right?”

“Part of the surprise,” Jaehyun explained reaching behind her. “And why do you think I pushed you out before me when we left for dinner?”

She smirked and then turned around, “And what are they for?”

“You.”

She snickered and then turned around, facing him. “But it was your idea, why don’t we make it about you?”

Jaehyun laughed straight at her face, but when no smile crept on her face, he coughed.

“Oh, you are serious?”

“Super serious.”

He snickered, rolling his eyes. “Are you doing this again? ” He asked, smirking. “You won’t make me submit, so just forget about it, honey.”

“Are you sure about it?” She asked, clicking her tongue, with no intention of backing up in her tone and posture.

Jaehyun chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. Maybe it would’ve been fun to try reversing parts. A part of him bubbled the few times he saw her taking control with Taeyong but he wasn’t sure he could carry through. That just wasn’t where he was used to being.

“What? Afraid you can’t take it? Afraid you can’t take me?”

“It won’t work,” he warned but she simply smirked and ran a hand up his chest until it reached his neck and grazed it slowly and gently, making him gulp and shiver. She was getting what she wanted that night, she knew Jaehyun was going to fall. He had to have a small weakness that could put him on his knees just for her.

“Are you sure?” She taunted, cocking her head to the side with a sly smirk on her face. “Because I think it’s working already.” She raised a leg and let her knee brush against his hardening dick, making him blush.

Jaehyun shook his head and took a step back. No, that wasn’t what he had planned that night.

She chuckled and then walked close to him again, not letting him breathe. “What’s wrong, baby boy? Already imaging all the things I could do to you?”

Jaehyun snickered, and then cupped her chin, “Wrong. Thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you.”

She rolled her eyes and then palmed his boner, squeezing just enough to make him groan between their rough kiss. “Or you could sit there and enjoy it. I think you deserve to be the centre of attention after you booked this amazing holiday for us.” Her fingers wrapped around his hair and pulled his head back under the curious eyes of the others that were watching the scene in anticipation. None of them truly believed she was going to make him submit, that just wasn’t Jaehyun–like, but it was still fun seeing how far she was going to try.

Her lips crashed against his neck leaving open-mouthed kisses while her hold in his hair never loosened, making him moan lowly.

“Good boy,” she praised, pulling away but still holding his head in place, he tried to fight it but when she let go and his eyes fell on her, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to fight it back. Maybe this was going to be fun. Maybe a secret part of him wanted to try it out. They could’ve always stopped, right? But his pride wasn’t going to make him admit it so soon.

“Don’t call me that,” he retorted, coughing to try to hide how shaky his voice was.

She snickered and grabbed his tie while walking backwards toward the bed. “What are you doing?” He asked when she pushed him down on the edge of the mattress and started taking off his shirt. She raised a brow, “It seems pretty obvious? Taking these off so you can have all eyes on you.”

“I don’t like it, I don’t want to be the centre of attention,” he complained, trying to hide the red shade on his face.

She scoffed, “Please, you’re a model. You live for attention, Jae. You love having all eyes on you. People running after you. People behind a screen craving to touch you. And you love it. You thrive on set. How can you don’t have a good time… here,” she whispered, voice low and sultry, while her hands travelled on his body soft like a feather and made him shiver.

“Fuck,” he cursed, as low as possible, but everybody heard it. And the others were actually surprised at how frustrated he looked now.

“You know I’m going to make you feel good, I always do,” she said, tugging her fingers in his boxer and pulling them down, freeing his already hard cock. “Look at how hard your pretty cock is already. Is it for me?” She cooed, lifting his chin up to make him stare at her.

But Jaehyun didn’t answer, he simply stared at her and gulped. He moved his head to look at his other partners but she firmly blocked him and made him stare at her.

“On me, baby. Eyes on me. I asked you a question. I have you in the palm of my hands.”

Jaehyun scoffed, “No, you don’t – fuck,” he gasped when she pulled his hair again but more harshly than before.

“Answer me,” she ordered, voice low against his ear. “Are you this hard just for me?”

Jaehyun closed his eyes and then mumbled, “Yes – yes, just for you.”

“Good,” she said letting go of his hair and then taking a step back, just to admire him. And Jaehyun felt his face heat up. The way they were all looking at him, the way she didn’t even start and he already felt weak, the fact that wasn’t the night he had in mind when he planned this. But then his eyes found the courage to look up at her and he knew there was no point trying to pretend he didn’t want this. She looked so hot in that sundress, thin enough to almost be seethrough, the light make-up highlighting her natural beauty, her curls framing her face, and the new aura surrounding her got him on his knees.

A smile curled her lips almost as if she could sense his trail of thoughts. She leaned closer to him, coming face to face with him and caressed his cheek. “Do you want me to take care of you? Do you want me to make you feel good?”

And she was expecting him to give in, but instead, he snickered, “As if you could do that.”

She pulled back a little, raising a brow and tilting her head, “Oh, really? Now I don’t know how to make you feel good?”

He nodded, “Not like this, not like you want to. You’re too kind to do what I have in mind.”

“Oh,” she breathed out, chuckling lightly, “then why don’t you tell me what you have in mind, baby boy?”

“Stop calling me that,” he barked back.

“I saw your cock throb, though. I think that your body loves to go in a different direction than your little brain,” she teased. “Anyway, what did you want to do?”

“I wanted to tie you up against the bed, and then blindfold you and tease you all night and see you have all of us on you.”

“Oh, that must be something hard to do,” she mocked, squeezing his chin, “think I can’t do that? Think I can’t fuck you hard all night?”

“Fu-fuck me?” he chuckled, panic in his voice, and eyes looking around the room where the others were staring with a smirk on their faces.

“I’m just following your plans,” she said, letting her other hand creep down and move up and down on his cock making him gasp.

“Don’t do that,” he muttered through gritted teeth, squeezing his eyes shut, breath already faltering, trying to squeeze his thighs.

“Oh, or what? Are you going to come like this?”

Jaehyun glared at her, and his hand moved to touch her between her legs but, letting go of his chin, she blocked him easily. Taeyong, Yuta and Johnny looked at each other with raised brows, he could’ve easily pushed her off, all he had to do was stand up and hoist her up, so why wasn’t he doing that?

“Are you pushing me off?”

“I’m taking care of you, now,” she said, pushing him down on the mattress, straddling him and kissing him again while her hand started moving faster, making his chest rise up and down heavily. And when breathy moans started to spill out of his mouth, she smirked, pulling away from him and standing up, “I’ll ask just once,” she said, looking down at him, “do you want me to take care of you? Do you want me to make you feel good?”

And Jaehyun simply nodded, trying to push up to kiss her lips, it was just to come and then she would’ve given up this whole thing and he could’ve done what he had planned all night long. Or at least, that was his second plan for the night.

The other three looked at each other in shock. What had just happened? Was that just a trick to make her believe he was going to let her do what she wanted just to flip the roles when she lowered the guard or did she really manage to make Jaehyun submit to her?

“Good boy,” she praised after she kissed him briefly and then encouraged him to move against the headboard of the bed.

“Are you tying me?” He asked, gulping, watching carefully as she kicked away the shoes and then crawled on the bed next to him manoeuvring the handcuffs.

“Isn’t that what you wanted? You prepared all of this, right?”

“I… well, I didn’t imagine,” he mumbled, avoiding her gaze because the truth was that when she was like this she was so fucking hot and he stood no games, she did have him in the palm of her hand and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to gain control again that night.

“Getting shy?” Johnny asked, finally deciding to chime in. He wasn’t going to just look at the show from the sidelines but he was just waiting for the right moment to don’t scare him away. Jaehyun was hard to ease into things he never tried before and Johnny didn’t want to be the reason why Jade’s opportunity to do something like this slipped away.

Jaehyun’s face burned red at the sudden realization that they were all there and they could’ve all done anything with him. It was exciting, a little bit scary, but exciting.

“Maybe you should blindfold him,” Yuta proposed, grabbing the black piece of fabric that still sat on the edge of the bed and handing it to Jade. “It’s funny having no idea of what’s going on around you. Makes the anticipation grow.”

Jaehyun gulped. Well, yes, that was the reason why he wanted sensory deprivation to be the main theme of the night but at the same time, he never pictured himself there. He wanted his partners to trust him enough to have their senses lowered.

“What? Can’t take your own game?” Taeyong teased, sitting at the end of the bed.

“I can, I can take it,” he replied. He wasn’t letting them make fun of him, not immediately at least. And especially he wasn’t taking the teasing from him.

“Then lay on the bed,” Jade ordered, twirling the handcuffs around her fingers.

He did as told and then raised his arms on top of his head, giving her the chance to tie him to the headboard.

“You good?” She asked, making sure he wasn’t uncomfortable and when he nodded she turned around to grab the blindfold that Yuta was already handing her.

“You know what the safeword is if you want us to stop,” she reminded him as she wrapped the fabric around his head, tight enough so it wouldn’t slip away.

He hummed and then tried to relax, the only thing he could feel now was the breeze coming from the open window to the side and the bed lifting up as no more weight pressed on it.

“A-are you gone?” He asked, voice shaking and fingers curling around nothing.

“Didn’t say you could talk, did I?” Jade said, shushing him and he nodded, sealing his lips, only faintly making out that probably they were discussing something, something he had no idea about.

When they were done it felt like an eternity for him, hard rock cock laying on his abs, anticipation rising and a little bit of fear, not because he didn’t trust them, but because he wasn’t sure he could take anything they wanted, especially that she wanted. He knew what she liked doing with Taeyong and well, he wasn’t him.

“You want to come, don’t you, baby?” She asked, sitting next to him, left hand running on his thigh, making him shiver. “You’re so hard, I bet it hurts,” she cooed, teasingly brushing her fingers against his cock, light like the summer breeze and torturous like hell.

Jaehyun groaned a hum but she tsked shaking her head, “Answer me. I’m sure you can open your mouth, right? Or are you afraid too many moans will come out of there?”

“I can,” he remarked immediately.

She smirked, she knew this was all a matter of pride. He hated when he had things sorted out and then they didn’t go as planned, and he also hated when people saw him too vulnerable, especially when it came to sex, and this, God, this was the most vulnerable he could be. All spread out, naked, tied up, and blindfolded with four people around him ready to absolutely destroy him and he knew nothing about what was about to come.

“Just make me come, please,” he begged but still fought to keep his voice in his usual dominant tone.

Jade laughed under her breath but finally gave him what he was asking for.

“Is this all you have?” He asked when her hand started pumping up and down. “Think that this can make you have power over me?”

She smirked even if he couldn’t see and leaned down, lips brushing against his ear, “I have so much power over you now,” she grinned, “you are the one tied up, blindfolded and we could do anything we want with you, right?” She reminded him, and the others hummed, mattress flexing as their bodies sat on it. “And I bet you wouldn’t even say no, would you?” She teased, pinching his nipple, making him let out an – unexpectedly – high-pitched moan. “See, you’re pathetic,” she mocked, slapping his dick, making him snap his eyes open even behind the blindfold.

“What the fuck,” he gasped.

“What? You always do that to me,” she said.

“Okay, is this revenge? If you don’t like something you can – fuck – you can tell me – shit,” he breathed out, chest panting harder as she started pumping fast on him again.

“I love when you do that, don’t you love it too?” She teased, doing it again, his hips bucking up and lips getting bitten by his teeth to muffle moans.

“Is this all you got?” He pushed her buttons again, a sly smirk curling up his lips and Jade turned around to look at the other’s amused expressions.

“Oh, so you’re a brat,” she whispered, smirking too. If this was how he wanted it, then she would’ve given it to him. “What a nice surprise.”

“I said, is this all you – shit –” his voice died in his mouth when she spat on his cock and started pumping fast, incredibly fast, twisting at the base and then reaching up again.

“Say that,” she ordered, “finish what you were saying.”

Jaehyun’s lips moved to speak but not a reasonable sound came out.

“I don’t think he can finish it. She’s good, isn’t she?” Johnny teased, sitting right next to his face on the bed, only covered in his underwear, and let his hand travel down his body, teasing his nipples, making him squirm. And when Yuta and Taeyong’s hands reached his body too, he felt his head spin. He couldn’t see who was doing what, barely able to make out where they were standing from their voices and he felt so vulnerable; he wasn’t used to having all this attention on him.

“You were saying, baby?”

He gulped, “I – I was asking if this is all you got,” he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut behind the blindfold, feeling his stomach twitch in anticipation, body burning up for all the hands on him.

“See, I don’t like being talked back, I think we should use that pretty mouth of yours for something more useful,” she said, clicking her tongue. “Or simply shut it up.”

“Don’t – don’t gag me,” he begged, his tone now being pretty neutral but it surely wasn’t the teasing, powerful tone he had when he was in command.

“Open your mouth,” she ordered, ignoring his words, hand slowing down, eliciting a low whine of disappointment and when he did, she pushed two fingers inside. “There, so much better,” she cooed, picking up the pace on his hard dick again, and then slowing down and then picking up faster than before and stopping again, making him moan lowly around her fingers and lift his hips to get more friction.

Jaehyun almost bit down on her when he could feel someone’s lips against his neck, probably Taeyong, yes, surely his for how soft he was kissing him, nibbling ever so slightly.

“Don’t bite,” she warned, slowing down again, spitting on his cock even if there was enough pre-cum to fill the room with loud enough wet sounds and let her hand move easily on him.

He mumbled something around her fingers, chest panting even harder and hips twitching. “Want to come, baby?”

He nodded, coughing loudly when she pulled her fingers out of his mouth and he could breathe again. “You’re insane,” he spat out, rolling his head back, trying to breathe normally but getting caught again in a mess of moans and groans when she picked up again.

She snickered, “Am I?” she asked, rubbing his tip in circles, seeing him tense up and throw his head back, smirking before pulling away completely.

“No, fuck, no,” he groaned, head snapping up as if she could see his glossy eyes and his shocked expression.

“What? Do you need something?” She asked innocently, still not touching him, the only hands grazing his body were his boyfriends’ ones but their touches weren’t enough to let him reach the high.

“Fuck you, I need to come,” he snapped, voice broke and ears red.

“Fuck me?” She asked, grabbing his dick again, “well, somebody might fuck me and that won’t be you tonight.”

“What a shame,” Yuta teased, “you did all of this for her, and now…”

“No, fuck, please, I, shit. Stop teasing me like that,” Jaehyun breathed out in a shaky tone, feeling like he was about to explode, and he also wanted to push away Taeyong and Johnny’s lips on his neck and shoulders not because it didn’t feel good but because it felt too good and he wasn’t used to all these attentions, he might’ve loved it, but that didn’t mean he could take it.

“Then beg for it, come on, show me how bad you need this, how bad you want this,” she ordered, picking up a fast pace again and Jaehyun could barely make out Yuta’s hands playing with his balls, making him jump at the contrast of his cold rings against his hot skin.

“You want me to beg?”

“You heard me.”

“I won’t – fuck – no. I won’t beg you. I’ll never – shit – beg,” he moaned.

“Then you’re not coming,” she sang, pulling away again.

“You can’t – you can’t control me – shit, shit, shit –” he breathed out shakily when he could feel Johnny’s lips on his nipples, sucking hard and rough, even biting him.

“You’re so fucking proud,” Yuta huffed, “the night is going to be pretty long, babe, if I were you, I wouldn’t let her edge me longer.”

“Fine,” he broke down, giving up trying to gain some control, not like he could in this position – not like he wanted, to be honest. “Please, please, let me come,” he started begging, cursing at himself when he felt his eyes get teary, now this was humiliating.

“Good. Are we going to have to pull words out of your mouth all night long, though?” She asked mockingly as she started pumping him again. “Because it gets quite annoying.”

“No, no, fuck, just – shit – keep, keep fucking me, yes.”

“Are you close?” She asked just for fun, she knew she had kept edging him for the past ten minutes, probably even more, she knew he was close and was trying hard not to come but wait for her commend from the way he was struggling against the restrainers and the way his dick was throbbing in her hand and how shaky his moans got.

“Yes, please, please, let me – shit – let me come,” he cried out.

“Come, then,” she ordered, watching him come undone in her hands. And the first orgasm washed over him, giving him shaking legs already and he was feeling his sanity slip away from him.

Just like she wanted.

Jade wanted to see him lose control for once, to let go of the reins and just enjoy the ride. She wanted to see him look like a mess and they were getting close to it.

“Good boy,” she whispered, crawling closer to him, kissing him slowly. “You were a handful but you did great.”

“You – you are a tease,” he cried, chest still panting and sweat starting to pearl his skin.

“We’ll get you out of the handcuffs, okay?”

He hummed, letting out a breath of relief when someone – Yuta, but he couldn’t know – grabbed the key and set him free.

“On your fours,” she ordered, not giving him time to come down from the high.

“What? You want… we are going to…”

“What? As if you don’t enjoy all these eyes and hands on you,” Johnny teased, caressing his shoulder almost making him betray his words with a low moan. “This can be so much fun if you trust us.”

“Do you trust us?” This time it was Taeyong talking, next to his ear, voice soft.

“Yeah,” Jaehyun breathed out, “I do. I trust you.”

“Great, then do what she told you to do,” Yuta said, caressing his thigh gently before waiting for him to turn around.

“Look at how pretty you are,” she praised and Jaehyun could feel her soft hands on the skin of his ass, caressing him gently, making shivers run down his spine. “Bet you’d look even prettier with your face flushed against the mattress.”

“But –”

“What? Don’t you remember how much you love putting me in that position? Saying I look so pretty, should we see how pretty you look?”

He nodded, swallowing before he moved with Johnny’s help.

“Isn’t he so so pretty?” This time it was Taeyong talking, his hand on the smooth skin of his ass cheek, his veins rubbing against it. “So soft and delicate.”

Jaehyun couldn’t help but smile at his compliments. Okay, maybe he loved being the center of attention.

“Maybe we should stop touching you, what if you break?” He asked, fingers moving closer to his rim of nerves, teasing him lightly.

“No,” Jaehyun exclaimed, his voice breaking in his throat.

They all laughed at that, exchanging teasing glances he couldn’t see.

“Now you want this so eagerly?” She cooed.

“Yes, please.”

“Do you think you deserve it?” Johnny asked teasingly.

“Y-yes,” he breathed out, still shaking from the way Taeyong was teasing him.

“I don’t think so,” he said.

“I did, please.”

“Please what, pup? Tell us what you want,” she said, her fingers making her way to his mouth asking for permission to enter. He opened up.

“Tou-touch me,” Jaehyun hardly said, trying to breathe. “Need you, need to feel you.”

“Oh, now you need this,” she teased, still pushing her fingers inside his mouth, “and how do you want it?”

“Want Yong.”

Jade snickered, before pulling her fingers out and lightly slapping his face, “I asked how not by who. Are you dumb?”

“No, I-” Jaehyun tried to mumble but his voice got stuck in his throat when another slap landed on his ass, it was Johnny, big hand, hitting hard. “Fuck.”

“You're not even good at listening, I don’t think you deserve these attentions,” she said rubbing his cheeks.

“No, please, mo-mommy,” his face burned up when the name rolled out of his lips but it was enough to make a smirk curl her lips. Her fingers tangled through his hair and she pulled strongly toward herself causing his lower back to arch up.

“You can be such a good boy sometimes,” she said. “But since you can’t pick, we’ll choose,” she said before gesturing to Taeyong to take care of him, and Jaehyun only nodded, everything was fine as long as one of them touched him.

“You wanted me, right, peach?” Taeyong said, leaving a trail of kisses on his shoulders blades and caressing his waist.

“Yes,” he replied with a shaky voice, pushing his ass up more, his back arched perfectly. He just wanted to be ruined, couldn’t care much of anything else, not even how pathetic he looked.

“Oh, poor you,” he teased, grabbing the lube from Johnny’s hands and pouring a generous amount of the cold liquid on his rim, “you’re so fucking desperate,” he got closer to him, his chest making contact with Jaehyun’s back. “Suck,” he ordered, putting two digits in his mouth not so sweetly. And Jaehyun did. Closing his rose lips around them and then swirling his tongue in his mouth. His eyelashes fluttered on his cheeks as he enjoyed the feeling.

“God, you’re so hot like this,” Johnny commented, palming his boner. He never fantasized about seeing Jaehyun so vulnerable but fuck if that was a beautiful view.

“Stop. I’m sure you want my fingers somewhere else,” Taeyong taunted, chuckling lowly before he moved his fingers down again and slowly started to push in, making him moan at the intrusion.

“You love sucking so much,” Jade noted with a mocking tone, “maybe we should really treat you and fulfill another one of your desires,” she smirked, looking up at Johnny, giving him a look that didn’t need words. And so in one second, Johnny was completely naked, hard cock free, getting pumped in his hand.

“Want to suck something?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

“I don’t – I don’t think I’ll be – shit – good,” he replied, trying to hold back the moans but Taeyong’s fingers felt too good for him, so long, and cured and veiny and fuck, he was going crazy.

“I think you can always learn,” Yuta chimed, running a hand in his hair, tugging hard enough to make his mouth fall open. “I’m sure you can keep his cock warm while Taeyong gives you what you want.”

“Yes, yes, I can, I’ll try.”

“No, you’ll make it,” Jade said. “Open your mouth for him.” Without adding another word, Johnny got on the bed, gently moving his head up to sit with his legs open on the pillow beneath Jaehyun’s head. So the younger parted his lips, resting his cheeks on Johnny’s thigh as he tried to take in his mouth as much of Johnny’s dick as possible. But fuck, Johnny was so big, and he wasn’t the one sucking cocks, usually. But he wanted to do it, anyway, not only because he promised but also because there still was his pride on the line and – even if he wanted to deny it – he just wanted to suck something.

“Good boy, just like that,” Johnny praised softly, running his fingers through his hair to make him relax as he felt his dick rest on Jaehyun’s tongue, and his voice, his tone, and his touch felt nice. It wasn’t something they were used to doing, their relationship had never really been extremely sexual, yet these few intimate moments felt nice.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Taeyong’s voice bought him back to the world while he tried to concentrate on his breathing and the pleasure. Taeyong was looking at him in awe, his three fingers were buried deep inside him and he could perfectly see how he was stretching him out. “But you’re so...pretty like this.” Taeyong emphasised the word ‘pretty’, Jaehyun wasn’t a fan of that but he surely was going to be by the end of the night.

“Want him to eat you out, babe?” Jade asked, and he could feel her hand start to move up and down his spine. “Want to see how good you can feel?”

“Yeah,” he moaned around Johnny. Hating the blindfold because he wanted to see her, to see them. A whimper vibrated around Johnny’s cock when Taeyong’s tongue licked his entrance and swirled around. A muffled ‘fuck’ left his mouth as he tried to steady his breath through his nose, it was harder than he expected. Johnny’s dick blocked all the air from the mouth and sucking sent him into outer space, which made it hard for him to focus on something that was actually pretty important — breathing. And the amazing oral sex Taeyong was giving him wasn’t helping.

“Yes, that feels good, right?” Jade checked in, humming in approval when she saw him try to nod. “It’s a shame you can’t see yourself, you’re so pretty like this.”

Jaehyun wanted to rip the blindfold but he had promised he wouldn’t move, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dying to see the way she was looking at him. The idea that she had been craving to do this for so long was driving him crazy in anticipation and he just wanted to know what he looked like in her eyes like this. His cheeks turned red at the thought, he could feel her gaze burning on his skin because he knew exactly how she looked at them when she got what she wanted. Jaehyun knew exactly the expression on her face when she was proud and excited and how particularly beautiful and intense her eyes would get during sex. It was like lust and perdition filled them completely and got anybody that mirrored in them drunk and high on pleasure. And the power she had over him was insane because, with Johnny and Taeyong working on him, the only one that filled his brain was her.

And everything was starting to get too much, so he tried to beg again, a muffled ‘please’ while tears threatened to stream down his face.

“Please?” Jade asked, tilting her head, “Begging again, so soon?”

“Wanna come,” he mumbled, making Johnny pull out to let him catch his breath and also because shit cockwarming turned him on more than imagined.

“Hold on a bit more, babe. Yong, will let you come, ‘right?”

Jaehyun hummed and then let his head rest against Johnny’s tight, impatiently waiting for the moment of release.

“I think you need to be prepped more, baby,” Jade said, running a hand in his hair, tugging lightly. “Mommy’s cock’s big, isn’t it?”

At that, his mouth hung open, gaping in shock as he tried to let out the right words, “Are you – shit – are you going to fuck me?” Okay now, he should’ve expected this was where it was going to go in the first place but sanity had slipped his mind long ago and when he stopped fighting for dominance his brain didn’t process what Jade truly wanted.

“What do you think I would’ve done to you?” She snickered mockingly. “That we would’ve stopped here and then started playing chess?”

“No, I – I didn’t, I simply, umh, fuck,” he cried when Taeyong curled right where he wanted him and his hips faltered, the tip of his dick brushing against the sheets making his lungs burn up. “I didn’t think.”

“Of course, you didn’t think,” she chuckled, cupping his chin, “you’re my dumb little cock drunk boy, aren’t you? There’s nothing in that little brain of yours but us and what we do to you.”

“Sounds revengeful,” Johnny whispered, smirking at her words. He had no idea how Taeyong was in their little one-on-one sessions but when they group sex, he had never seen her be this harsh and dominant. But this unexpected side of her was exciting. And Yuta thought the same thing as he looked at her, wetting his lips with his tongue and a sparkle in his eyes in excitement.

“I should fuck you faster,” Taeyong said, “fuck some sense in you.” His fingers started fucking him mercilessly while the other hand played with his balls, making him push back and squirm under his touch. And Taeyong thought that it was so hot to see him like this, and no, he never had an interest in topping any of them but fuck if Jaehyun looked inviting.

“Yong, ple – please...” Jaehyun barely whispered, his shaky breaths making it hard to form any words, his orgasm building up in his stomach, again, but he knew he wouldn’t have been able to hold it in this time. And he didn’t, when Taeyong’s fingers hit deeper and he involuntarily brushed his cock against the sheets again, he lost it, coming all over them underneath him, a longer moan ripping past his throat while his body shook in pleasure.

Silence fell in the room while gazes he couldn’t see were being exchanged, the only sounds were Jaehyun’s still shaky breaths and the wet sound of Taeyong’s fingers pulling out of him.

“I’m so sorry,” Jaehyun cried out after a while, only then releasing he had disobeyed. “I couldn’t do it anymore, I – I tried, I swear, I did,” he panted as he felt Johnny’s warm skin pull away from him, feeling the comfort his proximity gave him slip away.

“What do we have to do with you?” Jade asked, untying the blindfold and turning him around on his back again before gently caressing his tears-streaked cheeks. Maybe if it was another occasion she would’ve pushed harder, teased him more, but for now, she wanted to make sure he was fine, and what better way than condescending talk?

Also, Jaehyun looked way too beautiful, she just couldn’t be mad at him with his flushed and wet cheeks, swollen red lips, and messy hair. He looked breathtaking like this, even if he was a complete mess.

“Bad boys usually get punished,” Yuta answered instead, making her head turn to him.

“I’m sorry,” Jaehyun cried out again.

“Oh, we know you are,” Yuta replied, caressing his other cheek, “but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t teach you a lesson,” he added, briefly looking at Jade that hummed and gave him the go.

“Where are you going?” Jaehyun asked when he saw Yuta leave again but Jade turned his head to her. “Look at me, are you okay?”

“Yes, but –”

“No buts, just do what I tell you and trust us.”

“You promised you trusted us, right?” Johnny chimed, caressing his hair.

“Yeah, I do, but I didn’t want to, I…”

“We know,” Johnny smiled. “We just need to train you harder.”

Jaehyun’s smile faded at his words. They seemed so sweet and understanding but... they wanted to punish him?

“You wanted me, didn’t you?” Jade chuckled.

“Yes.”

“Too bad,” she said, getting up, and grabbing the hem of her dress, exposing her body, making all of them gasp. “Okay, I appreciate that but seriously, every time that you see me you act as if it’s the first time.”

“That’s because you’re hot,” Johnny replied. “That’s why our baby boy wants you so bad, right, baby?” He cooed to Jaehyun that was lost, looking at her with his mouth open. “Answer,” he urged, lightly slapping his cheek.

“Yes, please.”

Jade shook her head, crawling back on the bed, followed by Yuta that wrapped his arms around her. “I told you, we need to teach you a lesson, and you need to learn how to be good.”

“What are you going to do?” He asked in a whisper, afraid to know the answer. He had never seen her give Taeyong a punishment.

“We will tie you up at your place,” she started, moving to let Yuta move to him to get started, “And you will watch how much of a good boy Yong is,” she said, crawling to him, leaning down next to his ear, “and how good is Yuta at fucking me.”

“What?” He asked, gasping. “No, it’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not. It’s a punishment for a reason,” Yuta chuckled, tapping the mattress to signal him to sit up against the headboard and give him his hands.

“Do you have to tie me?”

“For safety reasons,” she smirked and then winked at him.

“I’m not a monster, I won’t run away, please,” he cried. “At least let me touch you.”

“Only good boys get to touch me.”

And that’s when the worst part arrived, when the other three were on her in a second, touching her and kissing her, feeling her, right in front of his eyes while he was helpless and could only watch. He had worked past his jealousy but right now that feeling was resurfacing and was making him… squirm, and whine, and... beg? He wasn’t fighting against it but he was begging for them to give him attention too?

When Jade pulled away and looked at him he thought that she was moved by pity and would’ve at least kissed him but instead, she said, “No squirming and crying will get you out of there, be good and patient if you don’t want to dig your hole deeper.”

And just like that his punishment — or torture, like he saw it — started. He really wanted to pay attention to the way Johnny was working Taeyong open with his fingers but his attention was only on Yuta and Jade and the way his hands roamed all over her body and stuffed inside her panties, fingers moving fast on her clit, making her roll her head back and moan. And Jaehyun had to hold back a whine because she was so beautiful always, when she was in control and when she would let go of it like right now, vulnerable in Yuta’s hands, letting him have the reins. But he didn’t want to be at Yuta’s place, no, he wanted her to be at his place and he at hers. He had gotten just a taste but he needed more.

Jaehyun was about to whine out loud when they all started going and moans filled the room as Taeyong and Jade rode Johnny and Yuta giving them their back, but Jade’s gaze shutting him up, stopped him.

“Enjoying the show?” She asked, looking at him in the eyes as she kept fucking back and forth against Yuta. “No words just nod.”

He rolled his eyes, cursing under his breath but then nodded.

“Good,” she smiled. “See how good Taeyong has been? He didn’t come like a pathetic little thing from preparation.”

“Don’t smirk like that,” he snapped, talking to Taeyong before he realized what he had done, looking apologetically at Jade that had stopped. “No, shit, sorry, but why would he do that? He can’t be perfect.”

“You just can’t listen,” she huffed, pulling off of Yuta for a moment. “I guess we need to do this the hard way.”

“There’s a way harder than this?”

“Oh, yes,” she smiled. “Tied you, blinded folded you, and now it’s time to gag you.”

“No, no, please, I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Don’t gag him,” Yuta chimed, crawling behind her, smirking evilly as he leaned in so only she could hear and then she smirked.

“Fine, I won’t, but still keep quiet,” she ordered. “Yong, come lay down here.”

And he followed, mimicking her position, laying on their tummy diagonally on the bed while Johnny and Yuta were positioned behind them. She swiftly whispered something in his ear and then the other two pushed inside again. The only ones not aware of the plan were Johnny and Jaehyun but they both picked it up soon when Jade only praised Taeyong as they shared rough kisses, and Yuta only praised how good she felt. Ignore him.

And he felt like crying while his dick got hard once again and was almost painful and not only he couldn’t ease the physical pain but they weren’t even talking to him.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Yuta moaned, head thrown back and hands wrapped around her waist, slamming her back and forth in a fast steady rhythm. “Dripping all over the sheets, so warm and hot.”

Jaehyun had to bite his lower lip to avoid pathetic moans to escape and he tried to stare in front of him, focusing on the white closet in front of the bed and don’t get lost in the way Jade and Taeyong’s bodies were being fucked hard, or the way they were kissing each other eagerly, and the lewd sounds of wetness squelching and skin slapping against each other.

But it was somehow worse. It was painful and unfair, and gruelling but he wanted to watch them. He loved them. He loved the way their bodies moved, how they worked together, how their hands knew every crease of each other. And yes, he hated not being part of that messy tangle, but at the same time, there was something so beautiful, and exciting to seeing it from the outside.

“See, the hard way works,” she said after what felt like an eternity, making him snap out of his thoughts. “You learned how to keep your mouth shut to don’t make it worse.”

He wanted to reply but only let out a sigh of relief.

“Good boy,” she said. “Bet you would want to be here, right?”

Jaehyun nodded, eyes begging her to be forgiving and set him free, but she only smirked and then turned back to Taeyong.

“Do you like what you see?” Johnny asked, voice lower, and panting, while one of his hands moved from Tayong’s hips and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling tight, causing his ass to arch back and let out a raspy moan that got caught into Jade’s mouth. “Wanted to be you? Or do you want to be Yuta?”

Jaehyun’s eyes fluttered, gulping as he tried to wet his mouth again but it still felt dry. He couldn’t answer, but even if he could, he had no idea what to say. Was it crazy that he wanted it all? That he wanted to be all of them, feeling every sensation.

“He’s so good at fucking her,” Johnny teased, smirking back at Yuta that did the same he had done before, pulling her back by her hair. “It could’ve been you, what a shame.”

He whined. A low, barely audible whine. And then he fell.

“Please, please, mommy, at least let me talk,” he whimpered.

“Can you do it?” She teased, staring at him with a raised eyebrow, pushing her ass back against Yuta, moaning louder on purpose. “You look like a mess,” she pointed out. “I don’t – fuck – think that words can be formed in your little brain.”

“No, no, I can. Look, I can.”

“Then answer Johnny,” she ordered. “What do you want? Want to fuck me?”

“Yes, want you, want to make you feel good like Yuta,” he replied. “He’s so good, I know he’s good but I can, I can be good too. I can give you what you want.”

“Can you give her this?” Yuta asked, one hand slipping around her neck to push her up, her back flat against his chest, hips thrusting into her relentlessly, and the other hand moving on her clit, bringing her on the edge in a few seconds.

“Fuck,” she moaned loudly when the orgasm broke out of her unexpectedly, taking her by surprise. She could feel Yuta’s smirk behind her, teasing eyes staring straight into Jaehyun’s as he looked at him in disbelief.

“Can you?” He asked again, slowing down just a bit to make her catch her breath again.

“I – I can’t…”

“Then what can we do with you?” She asked, voice heavier as she struggled to come down from the high since Yuta kept moving inside of her. “You’re so useless.” She dared to say it, honestly terrified he was going to snap out of it, but the words that came out of his lips surprised them all.

“Use me,” he cried out. “Fuck me senseless. I want you to use me so badly, my holes, my cock. Please. Just… I just want to be good for you. Fuck me hard, all of you. Until I’m nothing but your little dumb toy, please. Fill me to the brim. Leave me – fuck – leave me leaking like a mess, but please, please, use me.” His voice was high, and the words came out in whimpers and he couldn’t really care how pathetic he sounded, and looked, he meant every word. He had no idea from which part of his brain they were coming but he wanted them to make a mess out of him.

Jade almost came again just by hearing those words and his voice. Seeing him so vulnerable was such a turn-on, but she never imagined him being so vulnerable.

“Fuck, that’s hot…” Johnny whispered, his thrusts coming to a stop for a moment as he looked at Jaehyun in surprise.

“Should we give it to him?” Yuta whispered just for Jade to hear but it took her a while to hum in agreement, whining when he pulled out of her.

“Please,” Jaehyun begged again, hips bucking from the mattress, lips bleeding for how strong he was biting on them. “Please, I’ll be good. I won’t disappoint this time, I won’t –” she shushed him with a kiss, her hands cupping his face, making him slump back against the headboard as he relaxed in her touch.

“We know,” she reassured him. “You learned your lesson, right? You will be our good boy.”

“Yes, yes,” he whimpered, grinding against her thigh, “please.”

When also the others sat around him and towered over him he felt overwhelmed with emotions. He felt so small, and vulnerable, and he wasn’t used to it. To have mocking laughs directed at him, to have so many lips brush against his burning skin and teeth sinking down his flesh, to have so many hands teasing him. And he couldn’t even mind keeping up with who was doing what. He just closed his eyes, letting them do whatever they wanted with him.

“Want to ride you,” Taeyong said, and Jaehyun barely registered his voice and his hand wrapping around his painfully hard dick. “It would be a shame to don’t use your big cock.”

“Mmph,” he whimpered when he felt him spit on it and pump it up and down, mixing his saliva with the embarrassing amount of pre-cum that dripped down before. A chocked sob ripped past his throat when Taeyong’s tight asshole sank on him and started moving right away. Just like he had asked. To be used for their pleasure.

“Fuck, your cock is so good,” Taeyong praised, “The only good thing about you, isn’t it? The only thing you know how to use.”

“Answer him,” Jade urged, slapping his cheek, forcing his eyes open in surprise.

“Y-yes,” he wept, feeling on the verge of a breakdown because he was so close again but he had no idea if he could come and he didn’t even have the courage to ask. “Only good at that, only – shit – good to be your toy.” He almost screamed when Yuta’s toungue flicked his nipple, and he felt a drop run down his cheek. “N-no,” he begged.

“No?” Yuta asked, slightly pulling away. “I thought we could do anything to you.”

“Ye-yes but this – this doesn’t – shit – bri-bring you pleasure,” he breathed out, chest panting harder when his fingers kept pinching and teasing his hard buds.

Jade smirked, cupping his chin, thumb brushing against his parted lips, “You want to come, don’t you?” He didn’t answer, just stared at her with tears running down his face. He didn’t even want to admit it. He wanted to convince himself he didn’t need it. “Oh, you want to come so bad but you also want to be a good fucktoy for us, isn’t it? And good toys don’t get what they want,” she teased, letting go of his chin, fingers caressing his wet cheeks and then massaging his scalp. “Good toys give. Good toys don’t beg, don’t complain and don’t cry.”

“No, sorry, sorry, I – I can take it,” he whimpered, choking on his sobs, but she shushed him, shaking her head.

“Don’t be,” she whispered, “you are letting Yong use you so well, pushing yourself so back that I bet it must hurt.” He nodded, whining. “You have so much control, honey,” she praised, fingers still moving against his hair. “Ask him if he wants you to fill him up, come on.”

“Ugh,” he cried, “do – do you want me, do you – fuck – want my cum? Can I please – mmph – please come in you?”

“Do you think I’m even close?” Taeyong asked instead. “Why don’t you fuck me harder to start with, mhh? Make me come and then maybe you’ll get to come too.”

“I – I ca-can’t,” Jaehyun cried. “I can’t, I don’t, I don’t think, I…”

“Take a deep breath,” Jade whispered, her hand back against his cheek, caressing him softly. “Calm down and focus on your thrusts,” she said and he nodded, chest slowing down, also thanks to Yuta that pulled away and stopped teasing him. “Just like that, breathe in and move your hips up against him,” she guided him.

“You’re doing so good,” Taeyong praised, leaning in to kiss him, helping him, meeting him halfway.

“See, you could do it,” Jade smiled. “Now fuck him faster, come on. I know you can give it to him as hard as he wants it. You’re so good at it.”

With the help of her words, he managed to find some strength and pick up a faster speed, concentrating hard to don’t come, not yet, not when Taeyong didn’t give him permission yet.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Taeyong moaned. “You’re gonna make me come – fuck. Keep fucking me – shit – keep – shit – just like that,” he whimpered, kissing him again. “Gonna come,” he said. “Fill me up, need your cum.”

And that was all he needed to explode, hips stuttering against him as he let go, orgasm so held back that even the release felt almost painful. He felt his head spin and he didn’t mind about Taeyong’s cum spilling on his abs. Ears buzzing so loudly he couldn’t even make out the other words coming out of the other’s mouth.

And when Taeyong pulled away, he slumped back again, brainless and boneless. Completely at their mercy.

“I think we should get him out of these,” Yuta said, moving to unclasp his cuffs.

“Look at you,” Johnny said, caressing his face and moving him so he was laying down against the mattress. “Such a big boy and yet here you are, so petite.”

“F-for you,” he mumbled, blinking his eyes to shake the dizziness out of his brain but it didn’t work much. He was already wrecked and the real thing didn’t even start yet.

“You wanted to get fucked hard, didn’t you?” Johnny asked, turning him around, face pressed against the mattress and ass up. “Does it even matter what you want? You said you want to be our toy, right? And it only matters what we want.”

He hummed, face pressed against the pillow and ass arching back, craving more contact.

“I saw the way you were looking at Taeyong before,” he teased, spitting on his rim, smirking when his hole clenched around nothing. “You’re so pathetic,” he mocked, hand slapping his ass cheek hard.

“No, no,” he murmured.

“Yes, you are.” This time it was Jade talking, and he tried to move around to look at her but found it hard to lift his torso.

“I think we just need to finish this up,” she added, turning his head around and pushing him up by his hair, “you’re such a boring toy, you know? Why don’t you do something to surprise us?”

“Yeah, or else we’re going to have fun on our own,” Yuta added.

He blinked, swallowing as he tried to come up with anything to don’t make them push him out of the scene. “No, I’ll – I’ll do anything you want. Whatever you want. I’ll – I’ll take you.”

“Can you take us?” Johnny asked, fingers tracing his ass and then fingering him again, making him gasp. “See, all the work of before ruined because you had to fuck it up.”

“No,” he shook his head, “I can take you. I promise I can.”

Jade hummed before turning around to whisper something in Johnny’s ear, signaling Yuta to come closer too.

“I – what are you – what are you saying?” Jaehyun asked but nobody answered.

“Turn around,” she ordered, “don’t make me flip you over like a fucking ragdoll, come on.”

He whimpered, jumping when his cock brushed against the sheets under him, and then turned around facing them, feeling small once again.

“I’m gonna use your cock like a toy while they fuck me, and you can’t come.”

“But –”

“No buts,” she stopped him. “Do you want to be good or not?”

He hummed, “But please, after, after, I – I need you, mommy. I need you so bad.”

“I know,” she reassured, biting her lower lip when Johnny’s fingers made way into her ass. “But I want to be the only one that fucks your ass tonight, so you’ll have to wait.”

He hummed again but felt his body tremble when Yuta moved in front of him and shielded her from his view. He hated not seeing her. He couldn’t care if they weren’t truly paying him attention. He couldn’t care if he was forced to hold it in again and just let them have their fun. But he needed to see them.

“You look like a mess.” He had no time to dwell on them when Taeyong’s voice ringed in his ears. His face now up close to his, a teasing smirk on his face while his fingers ran on his tears-streaked cheeks. “Is it too much for you?”

Jaehyun shook his head, lips pressed together to keep in a loud moan when he felt Jade sink down on him. And Taeyong chuckled, shaking his head, “You can’t take it.”

“I can, I can take it,” he cried, finding the courage to let out those words.

“Why don’t you keep his mouth shut?” Jade asked Taeyong, making Jaehyun’s eyes snap open. “I don’t think I want to hear him while they fuck me.”

“No, I will keep quiet, I will – mmph,” he moaned when Taeyong filled his mouth, fingers stuffing him, reaching the back of his throat, making him choke.

“Nice,” she smiled, leaning closer to him just to let Johnny have more room to enter her. But her hands weren’t on his chest or shoulders, they were resting at his side on the mattress, making him go crazy at the lack of contact, no matter that he was right inside her, it wasn’t enough. “Good toys don’t talk, remember?”

He nodded, wet eyes staring up at her as the only thing he could do was suck on Taeyong’s fingers. But a deep groan almost escaped his mouth when Johnny filled her up completely and he could feel his cock press against her thin walls. One of the things he loved the most and he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t fuck her. He couldn’t moan. He couldn’t come. He just had to lay there and take it, watch as they fell apart. And as wrong as it was, it turned him on even more.

“Fuck, so good,” Johnny moaned, pulling out and then slamming back in. “Should fuck your ass more often.”

“Mhh, yes,” she moaned, rolling her eyes back before she forced them open to look at her two boyfriends in front of her. Jaehyun looked like a complete mess, drooling all over Taeyong’s fingers and down his chin while the other kept teasing him with mocking words. And just when she was about to make eye contact with the younger, Yuta pulled her up and kissed her hard.

“Shit,” he moaned when her hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking, “wanna be inside you. Johnny move.”

The eldest groaned, stilling his hips and pulling out of her, his hand immediately replacing her warmth, even if it couldn’t come close to it. But watching Yuta enter her and fill her gaping hole was hot enough to don’t make him hate her idea of them taking turns fucking her.

“Fuck, he’s right,” Yuta moaned, “you feel so fucking good. And the toy is filling you up so nicely.”

At that Jaehyun whimpered, his hips bucking up in reflection, and a sharp slap on his face followed, making his breath falter and his eyes snap into Jade’s.

“No. Fucking. Back. Into. Me,” she reminded him sternly and he nodded, mumbling, “didn’t – didn’t mean to.”

“Why don’t you stuff his mouth with something bigger than those fingers?” Johnny asked Taeyong, ignoring him completely. This had been their wildest night ever and he wanted to see just how far Jaehyun was going to push himself. He kind of thought he had gone too far before begging them to use him, but Jaehyun was like this, too confident, too competitive, to the point that he became dumb.

Jaehyun shook his head, whimpering around his fingers that pushed deeper.

“What?” She cooed, breathing heavily as Yuta kept fucking hard into her. “You don’t want that? What a shame you were begging for Johnny’s cock before, fuck,” she mocked, lightly slapping his face again. “What’s that? You only want cocks big enough to choke you?”

“Mmph, no, I,” another slap stopped him.

“Shut up,” she ordered, “I don’t care. I wasn’t asking, I was – shit – pointing out how much of a needy, dirty thing you are.”

He whined throwing his head back, knuckles going white from how hard he was gripping the sheets. Feeling her pussy clench around him and slightly move back and forth due to Yuta’s pushes was driving him insane. And soon he had to think about Taeyong’s cockhead tapping against his lips, asking for permission to make its way in. And he could only open up and let them ravish him. Brain going blank as they worked together. Yuta pulling out to leave his place to Johnny, his thrusts precise and strong as always, and then back again, Yuta taking his place another time, strokes fast and rhythmic, and again and again. The alternating rhythms driving him insane, and driving Jade insane too.

He could feel it from the way her walls were suffocating his cock, the way her mouth was parted to let out the most vulnerable sounds, and her eyes were closed, surely rolled back in the back of her reclined head. And even if right now, she looked more vulnerable and submissive, no dominant thoughts crossed his mind. He wanted to be ruined by her still, even if she was like this, a mess in Yuta and Johnny’s hands.

“Oh, fuck, it’s so good. You two feel so good,” she almost screamed when her oldest boyfriends started taking turns faster.

Jaehyun wanted to whimper around Taeyong’s length stuffing his mouth about how the three of them were making her feel good but didn’t, he cried and complained only in his mind.

“Need to come in you, babe,” Yuta said, pushing inside of her again.

“Me too,” Johnny moaned, “can you take both of us?”

Jade’s mind came back to earth, stilling for a second and turning around. She thought about it for a moment, it was either going to be the dumbest last-minute decision ever or the best one, but at this point, this night had been a full one of unexpected things.

“Fuck, fine, yes, but pour more lube, please.”

“Shit,” Johnny hummed, grabbing the bottle close to him, and pouring more on her swollen hole, “thought you were going to say no.”

She shook her head and dropped it low when the tip of his cock started to slowly make its way aside Yuta’s cock already buried deep into her.

The triple stretch knocked the breath out of her air and she was grateful that at least Jaehyun wasn’t moving. It wasn’t painful, but it was a lot. Intense, unexpected, and the worst fucking decision ever considering the boyfriends picked.

And Jaehyun felt that too. Now that was unbearable. The way he could feel them push so much against him already, and they weren’t even moving yet. There was no way he wasn’t going to come just like that.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” Yuta moaned, looking down, feeling he could come by the sight only, “you’re taking us so well.”

“Yeah, umh,” Johnny groaned when they started moving again and the stimulation doubled, “I won’t last long.”

“Are you gonna come with us?” Yuta asked, pushing her body up against theirs. The position side by side wasn’t really comfortable but it didn’t matter, they had been on the edge all night, and this already felt too good to hold back.

“Yes, fuck, I’m close,” she mumbled, letting her head fall back against their shoulders as the knot on her stomach tightened and she started seeing stars. It didn’t take much for them to come together, groans and moans filling the room, skin slapping together more messily, and too much cum everywhere.

“Fuck,” Jade moaned when she opened her eyes and saw Jaehyun’s face almost covered in cum, “look at you,” she said, pussy still clenching hard around him as the orgasm faded away.

“Pulled out a little too late,” Taeyong said, moving back, and caressing his lips, removing some of the liquid. “But he looks so pretty like this, doesn’t he?”

Jade hummed, a tender smile on her face, followed by a low gasp when Johnny and Yuta pulled out of her, leaving her empty and leaking.

“And he didn’t come,” she praised, leaning down to kiss him while she also pulled off of him, his painfully hard cock, throbbing against his abs.

“Please,” he whimpered, “need you. You promised.”

“I know,” she reassured him, wiping more cum out of his face, “I’ll give you what you deserve. What you wanted.”

“No, don’t lea–” he started saying when she got up to get the strap-on but was immediately shut by Johnny’s lips.

“Shh, it’s alright,” he whispered, moving his dampened hair back, “you look like a mess baby,” he said, eyes scanning his spit and cum stained skin.

“But he looks like such a pretty doll,” Yuta said.

“N-no, no, I’m not a doll,” he whimpered.

“No? But dolls are so pretty. Don’t you want to be mommy’s pretty doll?” Yuta asked, cooing teasingly.

“I -,” he retorted but then gave up, “yes, want to be mommy’s doll. But I need her, please.”

“And here I am,” she said, crawling on the bed, soon hovering over him, spreading his legs open and positioning between them. “Tell me what you want.”

“You know,” he cried, feeling that his brain couldn’t put together any more words that made sense.

“I need to hear it, doll. Need to know my pretty toy still wants to be used.”

“Yes,” he almost screamed. “I want to – want to be your little toy, please, please, fuck me. Need your cock.”

And she obeyed, pouring more lube on the dildo and removing her fingers inside of him, she pushed the tip inside.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip as he felt the toy make its way inside, slowly but somehow it was even more painful. He needed more. He couldn’t even care if he wasn’t ready. He had been waiting all night.

“Look at how well you are taking it,” she praised when she bottomed completely and stilled against his ass. And she knew he wanted more, it was in the way his hips were trying to roll back against her but had no more strength to move anymore. Still, she needed to test the waters. “Should I move? Should I finally fuck your pretty ass?”

“Fuck me, please, fuck my brain out,” he begged, voice barely higher than a whisper, strained and shaky. “Please, just take everything from me.”

“Shit,” a broken moan ripped past his throat when she started moving immediately at a steady rhythm, knocking his breath out. He had no idea if it was because it had been ages since he had something inside or if the toy was truly too big but either way the only thing he could do was throw his head back and try to relax even more. “Too – too much,” he cried.

Her hands wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his skin, leaving marks, making him whimper even more. “Oh, poor baby, don’t you want me to fuck your brain out?”

“I – I can’t take it,” he whimpered, watery eyes looking up at her as she leaned down to get closer to him. “You’re – fuck – too, too big.”

“You are taking it,” she said, hand wrapping around his neck and squeezing just enough, “keep being my good little fucktoy.”

Jaehyun nodded, biting his lips, hips bucking up when her other hand moved from his waist and started stroking his cock.

“God, I’m – I’m not – need to come, I can’t hold it,” he wept, knowing for sure he couldn’t keep being edged for so long.

“Then come,” she ordered, “but I’m not done with you. You said it, fuck you until you’re nothing but my little dumb toy,” she moaned, hitting faster into him, “and you still don’t look like a – fuck – like a mess enough to me.”

“But – but I – fuck – mhh,” he tried to talk back, not even knowing what to say.

“No, honey,” she cooed, hand moving faster on his cock, making him squirm under her, “you don’t need to think, just turn your brain off and be pretty for me, won’t you?” She teased and he simply hummed, feeling on the edge of the nth orgasm of the night. “Good, be my pretty doll, that’s all I want from you.”

And those words took him out, another climax hit him, finally, after what felt like hours since the last one, his ears buzzed and the vision behind his eyelids turned white. And from that on, he felt boneless in her arms, he could barely make out the way his other partners’ hands were teasing him too, too many emotions and too much bliss shutting his brain down.

“Look at you,” he could barely make out Yuta’s voice and his teasing words, “so cock drunk, aren’t you?”

“Mhh,” he simply hummed, no more words to squeeze out of his brain.

“Bet you would take so much more than that, right? We could all take turns with you,” this time it was Johnny, he could feel his voice coming from the right, while his hand replaced Jade’s on his once again hard cock. “Bending you anywhere and fucking you whenever we want to, would you let us?”

“Mmph,” he whimpered, his hand trying to reach for Jade’s body to ground somewhere but he couldn’t find her, “yes, yes,” he mumbled, thrusting up, meeting her halfway.

“So you would truly be a good doll,” she teased, grabbing his hand that was frenetically trying to meet her. “You’d love to – fuck – to be passed around like that, won’t you? Be nothing but our messy brainless baby boy, yeah? Filled with cum and leaking as you try to function normally,” she cooed, and Jaehyun only nodded, biting his lips to try to muffle the embarrassing messy moans that were coming out of them. It was hot and endearing at the same time, how broken he looked and how much comfort he was seeking. Surely he was burning up in overstimulation and she knew she couldn’t push him even further than that. So Jade picked up the speed again, making him snap his eyes open because he wasn’t expecting she could give him even more and then rolled his eyes back again when his boyfriends’ lips started torturing his skin.

“You are such a pretty good doll,” she praised, smiling when his lips turned into a shy small smile. “Taking mommy’s big cock so well, looking so pretty and fragile for us. Tell me how much you love this,” she ordered, but no words ripped past his throat, too dry, too tired, too lost in pleasure. A pleasure that doubled when she pushed his legs up, flat against his chest, the strap-on reaching deeper inside him, eliciting more moans to roll out of his mouth.

“You love this so much, no matter how much you tried to hide it,” Taeyong said before he kissed him hard, shushing his incoherent mumbling down his throat again.

“Wa – want to – mmph – ” he cried, voice breaking even more when Johnny’s hand started going to the same fast and steady rhythm of Jade’s thrusts, “be your – mmph – your good boy,” he breathed out before more whimpers and low moans started coming out of his tortured lips again. “All of you, want – want – uhm – you all.”

And by that time he was panting and twitching, hips moving uncontrollably to the point Jade had to push him further down against the mattress and wrap a hand around his neck again. And the way his glossy eyes looked into hers, made her lose her mind. This was exactly what she always imagined, the typical confident, commending, and composed Jaehyun falling apart into her hands, completely letting go of any kind of control and sanity. His flushed wet cheeks, his low and breathy whimpers, his panting chest and throbbing cock, his begs and pleas, and the way his hands tried to search for them. It was so fucking hot, so much more than anything she ever tried to imagine, and it also filled her with pride.

Right underneath her, there was the same person that easily manhandled her any way he wanted, usually. And right now he looked like a mess. She was the one that made him fall, give in to pleasure and be so open.

“Scream it,” she said, standing right on top of him, slapping his face lightly, forcing his eyes to open again. “Scream to the world what you are,” she ordered, stilling inside of him for a second and as soon as he opened his mouth she started again.

“I’m yours, fuck, I’m your good – fuck – doll,” he screamed, rolling his head back before another slap on his face made him stare up at her, “I’m just – shit – just a useless cockdrunk toy for you mommy, I’m – ahh – please, please, please, fuck,” he broke down when her hand tightened around his neck and he knew he couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was getting painful, his dick was too sensitive and he felt too tired.

“Tell me how much you love this,” she whispered, tightening the hold around his neck, smirking when he started struggling for air, “tell me nobody else can make you feel this good.”

“N-no, nobody – ahh, shit – nobody like you, no – no one, mommy, just you,” he mumbled, lips shaking and lungs burning when she squeezed his neck again. “I love this – mmhh – I love this so much.”

“You’re so desperate,” Johnny teased, squeezing the head of his cock, making him groan and throw his head back. “Pathetic little thing, look at you,” he cooed, laughing mockingly, “are you shaking poor doll?”

“Please,” he cried, tears streaming down his face freely as he tried to look up at Jade that knew he was at his breaking point. And she was too, the vibrations were sending her so close to the edge it was a matter of seconds now.

“Fuck,” she cursed, “you’ve been so good, doll. Come for me, come on, one last time,” she ordered, letting go of the hold around his neck, making him catch his breath.

And this time he completely blacked out, a louder, breathy, moan ripped past his throat as he rolled his head and eyes back, hips bucking and chest panting, abs twitching and cock throbbing, shooting cum everywhere. Jade’s orgasm hit soon after, making her ride the orgasm for a while until her hips came to a stop when he started mumbling “stop, stop, stop, too much.”

But the others weren’t done yet, and the lewd sounds of her hips against his ass were replaced by the wet sounds of the other three jacking off to quickly come.

“Shit,” Yuta mumbled when he looked at Jaehyun’s face, lashes batting slowly and tongue sticking out as he waited for Johnny to come in his mouth, cum dripping down his throat and on his chin. “Turn around,” he whispered once they were done and the younger lazily turned his head to the side, waiting for his and Taeyong’s load before closing his eyes.

“Tired,” Jaehyun mumbled, eyes fluttering just enough to see Jade get close to him and kiss him gently, not caring about some cum of the others that dripped out of his mouth.

“I know. You’ve been so good,” she praised, kissing him all over his face and pulling out slowly. “Our good boy,” she whispered, caressing his hair, but he was already sound asleep and barely registered those words.

“I can’t believe what just happened,” Johnny chuckled, sitting on a chair outside of the terrace, filling up his glass with lemonade. They had just finished taking a shower after trying to clean Jaehyun the best they could since he was still sleeping in bed and were taking a breath of fresh air to cool down.

“Yeah, how the hell did you turn him into a brainless mess?” Yuta asked, giggling but still shocked after everything that had happened. Taeyong hummed in agreement, sitting on his lap, eating some fruit because he was starving.

“Honestly?” she snorted, “I have no idea,” she chuckled, shaking her curls out of her face before grabbing a hair clip and twisting them in an upstyle. “I mean, I was hoping to get him to give in but I never thought he would go this far. He took so much for being his first time, I’m impressed.”

“It’s rude to talk about someone when they are not there.” Jaehyun’s sleepy voice made them turn around, faces painted with surprise at seeing him already up, they thought he was going to sleep all night long and wake up at midday.

“Why are you up?” Johnny asked. “Aren’t you wrecked?”

“Mhh,” he mumbled, scratching his eyes with the palm of his hands and then walking closer to them. “Can I sit there?” He asked, pointing at Jade’s lap.

“Oh, sure,” she replied, taken aback. She wasn’t expecting him to still be like this, not that she was complaining, this soft side of him was nice, so nice. And she wouldn’t have minded seeing him let go more often, he always tended to want to have too much under his control.

“You didn’t answer,” Yuta said, smiling at his messed-up state and the way he was leaning so close to Jade even if it was pretty hot, the night breeze still not enough to bring much comfort from the summer heat.

“I woke up, and I saw that you left me all alone after everything you did to me and I felt weird, also I didn’t want to be alone.”

“No, honey,” she cooed, caressing his hair, “we just wanted to eat and drink something.”

“Yeah, we were going to come sleep next to you soon,” Taeyong reassured. “Want some?” He then asked, handing him the fruit he had just cut and Jaehyun hummed. He was still feeling pretty weak, maybe some sugar would’ve helped him gain some energy.

“You did so well before,” she praised, leaving kisses on his naked shoulder while her hands ran up and down his arms. “And you don’t have to feel weird about it. We don’t believe what we said to you.”

“Yeah, did you have fun?” Johnny asked, smiling at him. He was still wasted, cheeks red, lips puffy, messy hair. It was cute seeing him like this even after and it was even better he wasn’t fighting it anymore.

Jaehyun hummed, “It was… unexpectedly fun,” he confessed, lowering his head when he felt his cheeks heat up even more, making his partners laugh tenderly at him.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Yuta reassured him. “It’s good to try new things sometimes, isn’t it? You never know what you truly like until you give it a try.”

“Yeah but,” he huffed, “come on, some things I said are so humiliating, and I had no idea I had it in me. It’s like a monster took over me.”

“A pretty cute one,” Johnny chuckled.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, rolling his eyes.

“But you know we don’t judge, right?” Taeyong said, putting more fruit on his plate, he didn’t even drink during the whole thing because they were too caught up with everything. “I mean, usually Jade and I are the ones saying those things to ourselves, so, if we thought it was weird we wouldn’t do it, right? Also, I think it was kinda funny seeing this new side of you.”

Jaehyun hummed, taking a bite of apricot, feeling relieved they didn’t see the whole night as a failure.

“Thank you for trusting me,” Jade said, caressing his cheek. “I know you were scared, and I know this was totally out of your comfort zone but you completely gave up control to us and that means a lot. I honestly thought you were going to safeword so many times but you didn’t, so I hope you truly enjoyed every part of it.”

He blushed again, humming and snuggling closer to her, “I – I never even thought about the safeword once.”

“It never got so intense that you thought about stopping?” Johnny asked, surprised to hear that.

He shook his head, it had gotten intense but he felt safe, it was risky, considering they didn’t discuss ground rules before but he also knew that by now they knew him too well and knew his limits. “It was too good, I think… I think I really like attention.”

“That’s all that matters,” she said, smiling tenderly at him.

“Was – was I good enough?” Jaehyun asked hesitantly, shily looking at her. “Was it how you imagined?”

“Peach, yes,” she said. “You were so good, you took so much. And also remember that it’s not a performance, it’s supposed to be a fun, intimate time. You don’t have to feel pressured to meet some kind of expectations.”

“Yeah, but you wanted to try this for so long,” he whispered, feeling sleep take over him again. “I know how much this meant for you.”

“A sex fantasy will never mean more than what you mean to me, but yes, it was exactly how I imagined, actually, even better.”

“And you?” He asked, talking to the others after smiling at her.

“We had so much fun, I think it’s pretty obvious,” Yuta smiled, reassuring him. “You were a good boy if that’s what you want to hear.”

“Oh, shut up, it makes me blush,” he whined, throwing his head back before yawning.

“I think it’s time to go to bed,” Taeyong said, cleaning his hands on a napkin and grabbing the empty plate from Jaehyun’s lap.

“Yeah. Do I have to carry you in?” Jade joked, leaving a peck on his cheek, making him flush red once again.

“No, but I think I might need to lean on someone,” he replied, stretching, feeling his limbs shake. He was wrecked, everything had been so intense and he knew that he was going to pass out once again as soon as his head touched the pillow, and he wasn’t so sure his legs could carry him inside with no support.

“Come here, pretty boy,” Johnny said, reaching out his hand and waiting for him to grab it, standing up and immediately leaning against him, waiting for Jade to support him on the other side and walk inside, followed by Yuta and Taeyong.

After they got in bed, sleep took over soon, and while Jaehyun was squeezed between Johnny and Jade, and Taeyong was tangled with Yuta at the side, he whispered, “I love you, so, so much…”

And before their eyes could get too heavy, they all replied, “We love you too.”

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billkaulitzwife · 1 year

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I know u only have 1 post so far but i literally love ur writing 😭 <3 can u do headcanons for the gang and how they'd be if the curtis brothers had an 8 year old kid sister? how they'd all treat her and such and how she'd feel about everyone <3 thank u!

AWHH!! TYSM NON! i actually write a lot of short stories, add me on snap or disc and i can share them🫶🫶

The Curtis's 8 Year Old Kid Sister.

Ponyboy :

this man is amazing with kids, like he'd work at the daycare or something

He's always lookin out for his kid sister.

bullies?

they're dead. gone. obliterated.

she says she's got a crush?

soda, dal, johnny, and pony surround her like

OOOOOOOH WHO IS ITTTTT

i feel like she'd play soccer or track like pony

because he's her favourite.

when pony bleached his hair she didnt recognise him and she thought he died🥲

Pony would always comfort this kid

hed die for her

if she was in that fire, she'd be the first one outta there

Pony would stop studying just to comfort her about anything

"Pony?"

-immediately turns away from his work- "What's up, sis?"

Sodapop:

dress up. this man would sacrifice his dignity for this girl

"Sodaa! Let's play fairies!"

"Hell yeah, kid!" and Steve would stare at him like 🥲

Steve: damn. someone took my bitch.

Sodapop would be the exact same about bullies and crushes.

He'd make her TWO cakes for her birthday (he has a favourite sibling)

Soda is SO defensive of his sister

When Darry and Pony get to arguing, Soda is the sibling to calm her down and hush her back to sleep

Nightmares? This man will do anything to not have them happen. Cuddles, stories, ANYTHING

hes TOO GOOD with kids

hed let her put makeup on him and put him in a princess dress (i literally did this to my brother)

the moment she turns 16 is the moment he dies inside

he'd play sixteen candles (not in a romantic way ofc)

Darrel:

He tries not to get upset when she colours on the walls or gets into trouble at school

She once brought a blade to school for show anc tell and Darrel got in SO MUCH TROUBLE

He tries to get her to stay away from Keith and Dallas

Darry's the kinda brother to not stand for any shi goin on.

like he'd slay? SLAUGHTER. somebody for looking at his kid sister wrong

The moment S/N brings a boy home

he dies of a heart attack

he has his blade out and ready😋

Anytime Dallas is around or running from the cops it's automatically

"Soda, keep S/N in the house."

Darry would sit on the floor colouring with her all because she didn't wanna be alone while Soda was at work and Pony at school (a sick day ykwim)

Dallas:

"Who's this?"

"I'm S/N who the hell are you?"

"ATTA GIRL" -highfive-

he'd teach this girl attitude.

obviously has a soft spot for this kid

the crushes "tell me. is he cute? nice? hot like me?"

"hes real cute like johnnycakes!"

johnnycakes: HUH😰

Dallas would tell this kid to stay away from cigs until she's about Pony's age.

Darry thinks hes a bad influence, but he teaches her a lot

When its raining hed sacrifice his jacket since STEVE DOESNT WANNA WEAR ONE

if he was babysitting and S/N had a nightmare, he'd let her hold his St. Christopher while hugging or sum

He tries to keep his smoking to a minimum, but.

its ol dally we're talkin about.😐

He isn't the best when it comes to kids, but he'd kill someone if they hurt his neice

"UNCLE DALLY!!"

"hey, kid!"

Johnny:

Loves S/N almost as much as he loves Pony

He'd protect her life with his, even if it meant gettin jumped again

He's quick to worry about her

"It's about S/N, Joh-"

"NOOOOOO"

"Shes failing math"

"Oh."

He's the sweetest little thing with her

He'd let her play with his hair and ask questions about his scar

When Johnny babysits, Pony, Darry, and Soda always come home to a slumped S/N resting on a slumped Johnny's chest

He keeps his smoking to a zero when around her.

Johnny always admires the way she's so outgoing with people around her

Like they're the black cat and golden retriever duo

"Uncle Johnny?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we colour? Or watch Mickey? Or read a story? Or-"

"Alright, alright."

If S/N ever ran away to the lot because the boys were all fighting, he'd be the one to comfort her and walk her home.

Water fights in summer.

Steve:

he treats this girl like she's his sister

Soda: steve thats my sister, where the hell are you going-

"OUR SISTER"

Like he'd be like "hold the light so I can fix this"

He'd play dress up with her and Soda and wonder how his life came to be

He'd be wearing fairy wings and a pink dress with makeup everywhere on his face

When he brings Evie around, she absolutely loves on S/N

Evie: what a pretty young lady!

"I'm eight"

"S/N, be nice-

"NO IAN KNOW THIS BI-"

"That's enough"

When he's babysitting it's always baking together and colouring on the floor (and the walls)

He teaches her how to do push-ups and sit-ups and basically, this girl can punch.

She once punched Dallas in the balls cuz Steve told her to

He limped for 3 days.

Two-bit :

Since he has a sister at home, he brings her over when he babysits

He makes sure S/N tries staying outta trouble, but when the Shepards are busy and so is the gang, Two would be drunk while watching her

He'd take her to the movies whenever a princess movie was playing

Two once accidentally took her to see a horror movie and he couldn't watch her for 2 months

Darrel grounded him.

He's forgetful of a lot of stuff

"Hey, kid how old are you again?"

"I'M EIGHT JESUS CHRI-"

Dallas: it's perfect.😍

He loves S/N so damn much.

When his sister started growin up, he hung around S/N just to bring some of the youth back

Whenever there's a rumble between outfits, or greasers and socs in general, he'd most likely be voted to stay back and watch her

Him and her get in each other's faces about different colours and princesses

"SNOW WHITE"

"CINDERELLA"

THAT'S ALL!!! tysm for the request! hope you like them <33

addi asking the boys whos babysitting :))

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yup-thats-me · 2 years

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—find you always • j.d

a/n: this is for my friend @jdfan4life hope you like it :>

pairing: Johnny Depp x reader

summary: y/n faints in a supermarket and Johnny's worried

warning: fainting, supermarkets, chocolate, (are those warnings?) fluff

note: Don't hate. I take criticism not hatred. If you don't like it, KEEP. IT. TO. YOURSELF.

DON'T COPY/STEAL. NOT COOL

Johnny chuckled. he knew you weren't actually irritated, you were just hungry. "lets go get 'em then."

"what do you want first, dear?" Johnny asked kissing the top of your head. "(your favorite snacks), that's all i want all the damn time," you replied a bit of annoyance in your voice.

he offered his hand which you gladly took with a smile. upon entering, the bright light blinded you for a moment making your hold on Johnny's hand a bit tighter. "you okay, y/n?" he asked concerned. you nodded

after regaining yourself for a moment, you both began walking around the supermarket. collecting all the necessary products, and some vegetables and all the domestic stuff.

johnny was walking ahead of you looking at some of the shaving cream options the store offered. "you don't need to shave. i like the moustache," you pulled him closers, your eyes shining with a glint of mischief.

johnny tossed the product in the cart. pulling you closer, he held you by the waist, standing incredibly close to you. "someone's in a mood," he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe. you silently thanked god that this particular aisle was empty otherwise your faces would be scattered on the tabloids the next morning.

"what? you do look incredibly hot with the moustache," you smirked teasingly. "oh come here," he remarked pulling you in even closer and pressed his lips against yours for a smearing kiss. the kiss was getting more and more hot. unwillingly, you pulled away.

"people might catch us, baby!" you giggled, hitting him playfully on the chest. Johnny threw his hands up in an exaggerated way. "I can't even kiss my girlfriend. a cruel world we live in." he sighed dramatically.

you pecked him on the cheek. "you know that's not what I meant, babe."

"of course i know, love. just messing with you. Are we done?" he questioned, placing his arms around your shoulder. "yeah. lets go home. not feeling too good," you said slowly. "hmm."

you stood behind Johnny waiting in front of the counter to pay the bill/ looking around, some people did stare at the two of you. it wasn't something new to you. you were used to it now.

a boy caught your eye. he was eating a bar of chocolate. focusing on the bar, you figured it was the chocolate that you've been wanting to get. you didn't find it today here. maybe you should go ask him where he got it. "be back in a moment," you quickly said to Johnny and progressed towards the standing boy.

"hey little guy!" you greeted. he smiled. "what's your name?"

"Benji. yours?"

"Y/n. mind if i ask you where you got that chocolate, Benji?"

he moved his head side to side, nodding. "there. its on that aisle." he pointed. "okay thank you. you're a good kid," you ruffled Benji's hair and walked away.

you half sprinted towards that aisle. after searching for a bit, you found your desired chocolate and held it proudly in your hand. "found you," you giggled at yourself suddenly, black dots started to appear in your vision. before you could do anything, you fell on the hard floor with a thud, unconscious.

on the other hand, Johnny was done billing. "c'mon. y/n, lets go–" he paused mid-sentence, when he looked up to find you were not there.

Johnny had heard your excuse and had nodded. although that was ten minutes ago. you should be back by now. "Y/N?" he shouted for you to hear, he got no response.

he stood in the middle of the store, his eyes searching for you. "Y/N?" he called again. after a few minutes, he decided to give you a call on your cellphone. he heard it ringing for few good minutes then the line went dead. he called again, no answer.

he began panicking. "Y/N! where are you?" he screamed. seeing him in distress, a worker came forward. "any problem, sir?" he asked.

"huh? yes actually. I can't find my girlfriend." Johnny answered in a rush.

"okay sir don't panic. we'll make an announcement. what's her name?"

"Y/N, Y/n L/n. please do it quickly," Johnny practically pleaded the worker. "yes sir. keep calm, please. you sure she was here?"

"yes yes. she was standing beside me in the line and went somewhere to get something. didn't tell ma what. it's been twenty minutes since then. she should have been back by now."

the worker nodded and walked away to make the announcement. "Ms. Y/N L/N, Mr. Depp is looking for you. if you can hear this, please come to the counter. i repeat. Ms. L/N please some to the counter if you can hear us!" the worker said in the microphone.

Johnny ringed your phone non-stop only to receive no answer. fortunately, Benji, the little boy was still there. he came forward Johnny. "you looking for Y/n? the woman with (your hair color)? and (your outfit of choice)?" he asked, his parents staring at Johnny.

"yes, yes! that's her! have you seen her, my boy?" johnny asked the boy frantically. "yeah she asked me where i got my chocolate and i showed her that aisle. she had went running there.''

Johnny thanked the boy and sprinted to the aisle. he fell knee first ont he ground when he saw you laying unconscious still on the floor. surprisingly, no one was there. or maybe, people had ignored your body laying on the floor. whichever it was, it didn't matter now.

"Y/n? darling wake up," he was nearly on the verge of tears. he fetched a bottle from the rack beside him and sprinkled some on your face.

"wake up, Y/n, wake up," he wishpered slapping your face gently.

after sprinkling water a few more time, you wokr up wioth a cough. "Oh god, o thank god!"

Johnny held you close to his chest as you regained yourself. people stood all around the two of you, staring. some even had their cellphones out recording. that made the blood in his veins boil.

"you people are recording? you think this is some kind of entertainment? you crazy fucks! Go mind your own business," Johnny roared. the people walked away in shame.

"you okay, love?" he asked, pushing aside the strands of your hair away from your face. you coughed again. "I am now that i have my chocolate," you grinned, your eyes droopy.

"you crazy girl," he chcukled. "your crazy girl."

"yes my crazy girl," he said kissing your temple. "now, lets go home."

"how did you find me?" You asked getting up with his help. "Benji, the little kid helped me. I'll always have a way to find you when in need, y/n."

#johnny depp x reader #johnny depp imagine #johnny depp fluff #johnny depp blurb #johnny depp #johnny depp x you #imagines

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xxplaugexx · 1 year

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Ghost Headcannons

a/n; this man has me hooked lord have mercy😩

pairings; Simon “Ghost” Riley x AfroLatina reader

warningss; just some swearing

Immediately this man is an incredible boyfriend

I think he was only distant at first cause he didn’t want to hurt you but after he realized how much it wanted you, his love for you was a no brainer

His love languages are words of affirmation and affection (given and received) and acts of service (given)

“You look nice today.”

“Good job, baby.”

Sweetest man ever.

He likes physical affection but he could go without it.

He does love hugs though, especially after he’s been away for a while he’ll just lift you off of the ground and hold you for like 10 minutes.

The mask is on a lot. BUT NOT ALL THE TIME

You’ve grown accustomed to it, and even steal a couple of his and wear it around the house mocking his accent. “Take down the sniper johnny.”

He just raises an eyebrow

He likes dancing with you. Wether it’s bachata, cumbia, merengue, or just holding you close to Louis Armstrong, it’s gonna happen. He ain’t bad either.

Even though you guys are in the company of your very secluded home and each other, he’s still on alert.

Don’t sneak up on him.

You walked into the room he was in too quietly one time and he pulled a knife out. It didn’t come anywhere near you but it was one of the most terrifying moments of your life

Asked to watch your quince video🥲

He’s learned to cook for you and when your tired or just had a bad day, he makes your favorite meal that reminds you of home.

He hasn’t met your family in person because it’s difficult to leave the country when your supposed to be dead, but you guys video chat with them all the time

“Simon! Cómo estás, querido?” your mom loves him.

She came to visit once and spent the entire day with him. he even cracked a smile

You make sure he stays up to date

“…so that’s why we love Meghan, hate Camila.” “Right…”

You also have a ton of nicknames for him!! Sort of

“Hey Mostly Ghostly” “That’s new.” “You’ve never seen that movie?” “Nope.” “Get your ass in the living room blanquito!”

He lied to Alejandro about knowing Spanish. He picked up on so much while living with you.

“Has visto mi camisa azul?” “Did you just ask me a question?” “….” “It’s in the wash.”

He loves Romeo Santos. You caught him listening to his music when you came home one day. His fave is Llévame Contigo (yes he knows what the lyrics mean)

He can’t sing for shit in English but when he sings with you in Spanish it’s literally the best

I think he’s softer than a lot of people let on, he’s a little twisted but he loves you with every beat of corazón 🫶🏾

He actually holds your hand before you guys go to sleep. Cuddling is too damn hot but touching you grounds and relaxes him so he does that instead.

He loves kissing your forehead, crown, and nose

He also sits you on the counter and stands in between your legs

You're almost always sitting on his lap cause you're clingy but so is he lowkey

he also loves encanto and coco 🤭

#ghost headcanons #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost fic #ghost fluff #ghost flower #simon riley #cod x reader #cod mw22 #cod modern warfare #cod #cod mw #if he or soap dies in mwiii im dying too tf #afrolatina #goddess

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