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mlm-writer · 7 months

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Till Death Do Us Part (John Kennex x GN!Reader)

Pairing: John Kennex x Detective!Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Mature Words: 871 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 3 - Inevitable death: We will die, let’s say the things we were always too afraid to say Note: researched death by CO2 poisoning for this lmao Tags: slow death, angst, fluff, love confession and Dorian is mentioned a lot

Blood started to cover the rubble as you clawed at it, your hands splitting open at the effort. A strong arm wrapped around your middle, your colleague pulling you away from the chunks of concrete. It had been a trap all along, a long chase that ended in an old metro shaft underneath the city. It was a miracle that you managed to run into a corner, where a large concrete pillar created a safe space, but you were alone and too far underground to call for help.

“Give it a rest, that shit is not moving,” John grumbled as held you tightly, trying to keep your hands from reaching for the rubble again.

“Are you just giving up, Kennex?” You hissed at him.

“Think about it. We have limited air and disturbing the rubble could very well lead to this pillar crashing on our head. Dorian will realise we chose to go against his advice and follow up on our lead. He’ll go after us, trace our steps, and find us.”

You let out a disheartened chuckle. “It’s funny how you went from hating all androids to absolutely adoring Dorian.” You shook your head and took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

“Well don’t order a wedding cake yet. Dorian stuck his finger in my coffee.” You laughed and leaned back against John. With his grip loosened, but arms still around you, this almost seemed like a romantic moment. “ I uh… can let you go now if you’d like,” John offered when he realised what your current predicament looked like. You shook your head, settling in just fine.

“Not how I envisioned our first long embrace, but this will do,” you sighed. You wanted to be embarrassed at your honesty, but also felt like you were getting too old to be bashful.

“We’ve been pussyfooting around this for a long time, huh?” John agreed, his arms shifting around you to a more comfortable position. “Fucking will they, won’t they bullshit.” You laughed at John’s observations. He was right. You two happening was a long time coming and this whole situation was just the perfect opportunity to get closer. You couldn’t wait for Dorian to dig you out and find a new couple, instead of just two dumbass hothead detectives.

The next hours were actually quite nice, filled with kisses and reminiscing, stories of each other, gossip in the office. You and John could talk about your whole lives, but as the third hour started to hit, you were yawning more than talking. Both of you knew what it meant; the oxygen was running out. Neither of you had much faith in Dorian left, but neither one of you mentioned it.

“If I could get a do-over,” John started, his words interrupted by a yawn, “I’d tell you at Rudie’s birthday party to skip the cake and come get some real food with me.” You smiled against his chest, arms tightening around him.

“You were still madly in love with An…” A yawn. “With Anna back then.” John sighed, commenting on how stupid it was. You were silent for a minute, death looming over you. “It hurt me to see you with her. Even back then I was in love with you. Sometimes I…” You yawned. “Sometimes I wonder if I could have spared you so much pain if I had just confessed to you before it all happened.”

John leaned down to give you a kiss on your head. “We could’ve had so much mind-blowing sex,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood, before you spiralled into the endless pit of what-ifs.

You slapped John on the chest. “I’m serious,” you reprimanded him. You both yawned. “John, if we survive this, let’s take a week off and catch up on lost time.” He hummed in agreement, eyes slowly falling closed. “Hey, stay with me!” You slapped his face gently, but hard enough to anchor him back in consciousness.

Your name left his lips in a strained voice, like he wanted to cry, but didn’t. You looked up at him, glistening eyes meeting your watery ones. John sounded exhausted with each word he spoke next. “I may not always have loved you, but I can definitely say now, till death do us part.” Tears fell from your eyes as you laughed at his cheesiness.

You wiped your eyes and face, sniffing and yawning. “You dumb fuck, I will turn into a woeful ghost and we’re visiting your favourite noodle place together as ghosts. Let’s haunt that place forever.” You expected a chuckle, but when you opened your eyes again, John’s were closed. He was still breathing, but you wondered for how long. You kept staring at his peaceful face, taking it all in, until you couldn’t hold up your body anymore. You snuggled close to him, letting his warmth calm you as the other plane of existence gradually claimed you too.

It was days later when Dorian managed to find the pile of rubble you were under. Another day for help to finally make it through the collapsed tunnel. They found you under that concrete pillar, bodies laid together like the ancient grave of a couple.

If androids could cry…

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karlurbanthirst · 4 years

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Send requests

For either Doctor McCoy, John Kennex, Billy Butcher, Judge Dredd or other Karl characters. I wanna write fics ❤

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thefanficfaerie · 7 years

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Weekly Reading List 40

Weekly Recommendations get posted every Thursday. All stories are character x reader unless otherwise stated. Graphic by the awesome @wonders-of-the-enterprise.

Tropes Canon DIvergence In Times of War by @kalliria Steve Rogers

Soulmate AU Operation Soulmate Part 7/Part 8/Part 9 by @a-splash-of-stucky Steve Rogers No Sleep Til Brooklyn Part 10 by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord Steve Rogers

Daddy!Character Super Soldier’s Super Son by @oneshot-twoshot-redshot-blueshot male!reader Little Miracle by @karl-urban-imagines Eomer Very Special Agent Papa DiNozzo Part 7by @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps Tony DiNozzo

A/B/O Dynamics Heating Up by @angryschnauzer Steve Rogers

Modern AU Take My Breath Away by @mywritingsblog Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Finding Home Part 7 by @promarvelfangirl Steve Rogers The First Meeting by @kalliria Steve Rogers Three’s Company by @captain-rogers-beard Steve Rogers The Letter ‘R’ by @pandaheart2 Steve Rogers Thin Walls by @pandaheart2 Steve Rogers Lion on Ice by @megsironthrone Robb Stark Timing by @waywardimpalawriter Steve Rogers

Wonder Woman Steve Trevor Don’t Let Me Go Tonight Part 2 by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Game of Thrones Robb Stark Lady Wolf by @mylittlefandomfanfictions

Jon Snow Little One by @rhaenyx

Avengers Steve Rogers Cliche by @fandomsandotherstuff Crash and Burn 7 8 9 10 by @itsanerdlife Stressed Over You by @pandaheart2 Late Night Cake by @pandaheart2 Don’t Tell Him by @just-a-humble-fangirl Sledgehammer Part 15 by @tilltheendwilliwrite NSFW Never Again by @floatingpetals In The Moment by @floatingpetals Without You by @buckys-shield

Tony Stark Hey I’ve Got You by @shitty-imagines-95 Iron Man and Mrs. King Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen by @goodnightwife Howard by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers Private Collection by @tilltheendwilliwrite Rituals by @buckys-shield

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes Til Death Do Us Part by @shitty-imagines-95 As Long As You Both Shall Live by @shitty-imagines-95 How Could We Choose Part 5 by @shitty-imagines-95 We Are Your Family by @hellomissmabel Lost In Paradise by @kellieabro NSFW Fuel to Fire Part 4 by @avasparks

Law and Order: SVU Rafael Barba Inside Your Head by @writefasttalkevenfaster Failure by @writefasttalkevenfaster Deserve by @writefasttalkevenfaster The Line by @writefasttalkevenfaster

Star Trek Jim Kirk Marriage Material Part 12/Part 13 by @enterprisewriting

Leonard McCoy Haphephobia by @pinkamour1588 Nice and Slow by @iguess-theyre-mymess

McKirk Make Me by @auduna-druitt NSFW The Shape of Us by @thevalesofanduin Heartbeat by @auduna-druitt NSFW A Very Good Morning by @pinkamour1588 NSFW Sun and Moon by @dreaming-about-starfleet

Jim x Reader X Bones

NCIS Tony DiNozzo

Misc Fandoms *Soft Thighs by QueenoftheHobbits Bucky Barnes 3 AM by @dramaticdonuts Jason Bull Let’s Play a Game Part 3/Part 4 by @imoutofmyvulcanmind John Kennex Bull Masterlist by @misscharliebradbury Jason Bull Not My Recital by @ohbelieveyoume Rafael Barba x OC My Eyes Part 13 by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Bucky Barnes Home by @goingknowherewastaken Bernie Webber

Chris Evans Imagine you and Chris going on midnight drive by @ohevansmycaptain New Beginnings Part 1/Part 2/Part 3 by @my-emotional-self Chubby Thighs by @hellomissmabel The Big Visit by @ihaveavengersbedsheets Age is Just a Number by @whatstruthgottodowithit More Than Just a Fling PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8,PART 9,PART 10, PART 11, EPILOGUE Bonus by @whatstruthgottodowithit Moments and Memories by @always-an-evans-addict He Followed Me Home Part 2 by @sian22redux

Mood Boards Lazy Mornings For All to Hear

*These are stories I have not read but have been recommended to me.

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mlm-writer · 8 months

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The Big Tober 2023

Ok so I got tired of Kinktober, so this year we are doing

The Big Tober™

- a mix of Kink/Whump/Flufftober. The regular rules apply and you can find character options here. Happy requesting!

Removed some since no one made any requests and I could use the free time.

Day 1 - Kinktober : Omegaverse last day of an omega’s heat and their alpha is TIRED (Omega!Dick Grayson x Alpha!Reader)

Day 2 - Flufftober: Love confession (Peter Parker x Gender Neutral Reader)

Day 3 - Whumptober: Inevitable death, we will die, let’s say the things we were always too afraid to say (John Kennex x Gender Neutral Reader)

Day 4 - Kinktober: Alienfucking (Garrus x MShep)

Day 5 - Flufftober: Falling asleep together (John Constantine x Gender Neutral Reader)

Day 9 - Whumptober: Coming out + being hated by a person you did not expect it from (Dorian Pavus x Male Reader)

Day 10 - Kinktober: Robotfucking (Peter Parker x Robot!Reader)

Day 11 - Flufftober : The 5 Love Languages (Peter Parker x GN!Reader)

Day 15 - Whumptober: Last words (Kandros x Reader)

Day 16 - Kinktober: Dacryphilia (Dick Grayson x Male Reader)

Day 17 - Flufftober: Love at first sight (John Constantine x male reader)

Day 19 - Kinktober: Praise kink (Merlin x Reader)

Day 21 - Whumptober : “I did what I had to do to protect those I love… I had no choice!” (Show!Geralt x GN!Reader)

Day 25 - Kinktober: Monsterfucking (John Constantine x reader with two dicks (king shark hybrid style))

Day 28 - Kinktober: Shrek x Deadpool

Day 31 - Whumptober: Folklore (Choi Soobin x GN!Reader)

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mlm-writer · 4 years

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Uniform (Karl Urban x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Karl Urban x Gender Neutral!Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 592 Summary: Karl looks fucking hot in this outfit and you get horny on the Almost Human set because of it (but honestly I don’t blame you) Note: LISTEN HE HAS NO BUSINESS LOOKING THIS HOT Tags: KARL IN UNIFORM, swearing, oral sex and coming untouched

Karl was heading for his trailer when you dashed past him, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the abandoned section where shooting had already ended for the day. “Oh hello, I was just about to go for lunch.” You pushed him against the wall, the hand at the back of his head pushing him into a rough kiss.

“Do you,” your hands wandered over his clothes body, “have any idea how fucking hot you are in this uniform?” He laughed, letting you pull him closer but his fake bulletproof vest.

“As much as I love getting absolutely ravaged by you, I really want to have lunch before I gotta go back to shooting.” You grinded your thigh against his crotch, making his breath hitch.

“I will make this quick,” you mused before getting on your knees.

“Really? Here? What if someone comes to clean or something?” You shrugged, undoing the cargo pants and pushing it down with his underwear, just enough for you to get a hold of his cock.

“I suggest you don’t get too loud,” you teased, before taking the tip in your mouth. You looked up to him as you altered between stroking his length and sucking on the tip. He leaned against the wall.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous. I maybe should get one of these as a costume for at home.”

“I swear I will jump your bones at every opportunity.”

He laughed a little, covering his mouth when you took more of his length in your mouth. You knew you were on borrowed time. As much as you loved to relish his scent and taste, you just wanted to do this to him right now. Your boyfriend was way too sexy like this. You sucked with fervor, pushing yourself to take his entire length.

His hands ended up on the sides of your head and you looked up at him, nodding to give him permission. Karl smirked and moved your head over his cock. You tried to keep the sounds of choking and slobbering to a minimum, but it was hard with his entire length being rammed down your throat. Your eyes rolled back and you let yourself be taken to that headspace. Before you knew it, your body seized up and you shuddered, a moan slipping past the pulsating length in your mouth.

Karl pulled out and bent down a little to look at you. He wiped the saliva off the corner of your mouth. “Did you just come from choking on my dick?” He had an insufferable grin on his face, but haze over your mind left no doubt.

“I think so, yes,” you whispered, afraid your voice was hoarse for now.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.”

He stroked his cock, the tip resting against your lips. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. He rubbed his cock fast and soon enough he was climaxing. You took the tip in your mouth, sucking to get all the seed out. You swallowed without a thought. When he pulled out, you sunk down to the floor, sitting there and leaning back on your hands. “I can’t believe we just did that,” Karl sighed as you heard him zipping his trousers back up. You giggled in reply, wiping your face and mentally noting to touch up in your trailer so you didn’t need to explain any of it to your stylist.

“Let’s hope this uniform makes another appearance in the next episode.”

“If this is your reaction, I hope this uniform makes an appearance in every episode.”

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mlm-writer · 3 years

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More (John Kennex x FtM!Reader)

Kinktober Day 29: Multiple Orgasm

Pairing: John Kennex x FtM Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 2638 Summary: There is no plot. You and John just like to bang. Note: Reader has a vagina and is quite comfortable with it. Chest is not even mentioned here, so decide for yourself what you got going on there. Tags: multiple squirt, little bit of cumplay, creampie, facefucking, deepthroat, fucked against a window, doggystyle, riding, praise, actually really sweet, HYDRATE YOURSELF, little bit of aftercare, little bit emotional, little bit of banter, and overall just very loving rough sex

“Sunshine, leg is full!” You laughed as you heard your boyfriend announce the big news. The apartment was fully lit with the Sunday late-afternoon sun. It was a beautiful day out, but that just made you two wanna stay in more. You turned the TV off and hopped off the couch, your hair still damp from the shower earlier.

“Well let’s see how long that battery can last,” you joked as you rushed over to him and basically jumped on him. John caught you mid-air and held you close. Even though he would never admit it, you knew he was low-key afraid of dropping you.

John kissed you slow and deep. You had all the time in the world and he showed it. You felt vibrations against your lips as he hummed approvingly. “I like the sound of that, baby,” he muttered against your lips as he carried you to the bed. John sat down with you in his lap. You moved your hips against him as you urged him to get that glorious tongue involved. John never disappointed you and he clearly was not going to start now. His dominant streak showed as his hands grabbed your ass and pulled you close, his tongue invading your mouth. You moaned against his mouth, loving this side of him. John dug his fingers into your soft ass. He was definitely an ass guy to the point that it doesn’t even matter how much ass you got. Any ass was good, but yours was perfect to him.

You whined when he pulled away. Your hands slid down his body as he lied down on the bed. You pouted at him playfully, making him smile at you with heart eyes. His thumbs sneaked under the elastic band of your boxers. “How about we take these off and you come sit on my face.” You nodded eagerly and raised your hips. He helped you take your boxers off and threw them across the room.

You laughed as you scooched closer to his face. “You better go look for that when we are done.”

He curled his arms around your thighs and pulled you in the right place. “I hope when we are done, neither of us have energy to do anything.” You chuckled and raised your hips a little more to avoid crushing him, but he pulled you back down. “Don’t worry, baby, I can just push you up if I need air.” You relaxed and nodded. John started slow, licking over your lips with his tongue. He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on it like a cock. You put your hands in his hair, massaging his scalp as he brought you pleasure with his tongue. He hummed and moved his head around, making out with your cunt. He loved eating you out and always made it abundantly clear. It was half the pleasure to just know you were not the only one feeling pleasure from this. You couldn't stop yourself from grinding on his face, biting your lip and moaning as you got closer.

His fingers dug into your ass as he held you still, his lips and tongue working your clit until you shook on top of him. “Holy shit,” you shuddered as the aftershocks ran over your body. You moved off him and sat down next to him. You watched how John sat up, wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and then licked your juices off. “Not sharing huh?” You teased, before climbing back into his lap and kissing him. It wasn’t like you were that eager to taste yourself on his tongue, but he looked irresistible. With grabby hands, you took the hem of his shirt in your hands and pulled it off him. You threw it in a heap next to you, before continuing to kiss him like his tongue held the key to eternal youth. Your hands ran up his bare chest, feeling him up. “How are you this sexy?”

John smiled at you and cupped your cheek with one hand. “It’s your sexy rubbing off on me.” You giggled and dropped one hand to push his boxers down enough for you to release his hard length between you. You hummed when you felt a little wetness at the tip of his cock and spread it around his head with your thumb. You did not need to say anything as you moved back. He rid himself of his boxers and spread his legs for you. You lied on your stomach between them. The first taste of him forced you to close your eyes and just enjoy it. The texture of his hard cock against your tongue was perfect. You were so wet from your own juices and his saliva and soon you would be leaking a pool underneath you. There was no going slow, you sucked and bobbed your head on the top half of his cock for a while, before going down completely on him. His entire length fit perfectly inside you. It was fun to struggle to take him fully, but now you could deep fuck him with your wet mouth and that was just a little more fun. John cursed above you, fingers tangling into your hair and he held you in place as he used your mouth, thrusting his cock into your mouth.

You moaned as you let him completely own you. When he was done thrusting, a second hand joined on your head and he guided your head over his cock like a fleshlight. You didn’t realise you were not getting any air until you felt a little light in your head. You tapped against his thigh and he let go of you. You coughed and wiped the tears off your face. “You good?”

You looked at John and nodded.”Yes, just needed a moment,” you replied while catching your breath. When you could go again, you took his cock back into your mouth. John let you have control this time, hands clenching the sheets as you altered between sucking the top of his cock and going down on him until his length was completely down your throat. John was close, evident by the groans coming from him. You thought you were going to swallow his load, but before he shot, he pushed you off him. You were about to ask him why, but he pushed you onto your back and rubbed his cock against your clit. You gasped, eyes locking with his. It took only a few seconds for him to spill his cum over your hole. His groans got you making your walls wetter for him. When he squeezed the last drop onto you, he rubbed your clit with it.

A finger slid between your folds and he smirked at you. “Oh you didn’t need any more lube.” He slid a finger inside your dripping cunt, curling it to rub at your walls. “You’re soaked already, baby.” He pulled the finger out and scooped the cum off you with two fingers, before pushing them inside you. Your hands clenched and unclenched around nothing as he fucked you with two fingers, rubbing your walls in the right places. A whine came from your throat as he made you feel so good. A third finger joined and you moaned so loud it was echoing off the walls. “Jesus Christ…” John’s free hand wrapped around your thigh, keeping you in place as he rough fucked your hole with three fingers. “Cum for me again, handsome.”

And with those encouraging words, you screamed, your body tensing up as you literally gushed. You heard John encouraging you, his fingers moving even faster as he drew out your orgasm. When the last shocks travelled through your body, you saw the mess you made of the sheets. Some of John’s arm and abdomen were glistening from where you squirted over him. You were usually not a big squirter, but John knew that once you started, he could completely dehydrate you if he wanted. “I need to fuck you,” your boyfriend breathed out. You laughed and agreed with him. John rid you of the shirt you had stolen from him and picked you up.

You hissed when your back hit the cold glass of the window. “You turned one-way mode on, right?” You moaned as John entered you, his cock outshining his fingers by a lot.

“Of course, but if it turns you on, you can pretend I did not.” He whispered the last words into your ear as he started fuck you against the window. You held onto him for dear life. There was no reason for him to go slow. You were open and wet, ready to take his cock for the rest of the night, but John was going slow anyway, knowing how sensitive you were after squirting. He kissed your neck with wet lips. While you wanted to be metaphorically pounded through the glass, this was so much better. You moaned as you wrapped your arms around him, feeling his body heat on you. "I still can't believe you're mine," he murmured against your skin.

"You're one to talk," you replied without missing a beat. You pulled him away from your neck and pressed your foreheads together, eyes unable to escape one another. "You're perfect as you are, John, and I love you so much." He stopped moving and connected his lips with yours. You smiled against his lips, no words needed to know what he was trying to convey. You knew what those words meant to him and you meant them. John was healing and you wanted to help him with that in any way you could.

"How am I supposed to be rough with you, when you are so sweet?" "Put me down and I'll make it easy for you."

John smirked wickedly and put you down. His cock slipped out of you and the desire to be full again filled you immediately. You sauntered backwards to the bed, giving him a little eyebrow wiggle. John cocked an eyebrow at you as he crossed his arms. His tongue peaked from between his lips as you twirled around, put your hands on your back and bent over until your upper body was resting on the bed. “Oh yes, that makes it a whole lot easier,” you heard him groan from behind you. He put your legs further apart and stuck his cock back inside you. His pace was a lot quicker right off the bat. He cursed and complimented you, as he drilled your hole. Your eyes crossed, arousal spiking when his hand held your arms together behind your back. He groaned dirty words as he rapidly got you to the edge. Just before you toppled over, he pulled out. You were about to whine, but his fingers immediately replaced his cock. A high moan escaped you as you squirted over the foot of the bed and the floor. You sunk through your legs, but John caught you mid-air. “I’ll get you some water,” he whispered into your ear, before laying you down across the bed. You gave a weak nod, head still reeling and your grip on reality quite loose in the aftermath of a strong orgasm.

John returned shortly after with a glass of water. You sat up and took it from him, downing it to replenish and rehydrate. He chuckled as he waited to take the glass from you again. “Ok, let me ride you.” You moved aside and patted the bed from him to lie down.

“I’ll never say no to that.” “Actually, you did a couple of times.” “Shut up.”

John put the glass away and lied down on his back. He barely got time to get comfortable, before you climbed on top of him. You gave him the perfect view of your ass, before bending forward and reaching behind you to slide his cock back in. John groaned as he watched his length disappear inside you. While you loved being able to look at him and kiss him, hearing him go completely berserk over seeing his cock disappear inside you and having your ass in view was so satisfying. You placed your hands on his legs, steadying yourself as you bounced on him. The room slowly filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin. John made the hottest sounds that got you so close so fast. He felt it when you were near the edge and grabbed you by the hips. He lifted you off his cock and put his fingers back inside you. It only took a few pumps for you to scream as you squirted over the bed again, soaking it with your juices. Your boyfriend didn’t stop, fingering you until you were oversensitive to his touch. He pulled you backwards, letting you rest on his chest as you came down from your high. You felt his lips against your scalp, peppering you in little kisses.

“One more?” You nodded tiredly. “Good, get on your knees.” Your energy spiked at those words and you were on your hands and knees in a flash. John got off the bed and pulled you to the edge by your hips. He pushed your upper body down, exposing your wet and used hole. He ran a finger over your soaked folds, making you squirm. You sighed in relief when he finally put his cock back inside you. You grabbed the sheets in your fists, clenching them as John roughly fucked you. He held you in place with one hand on your hip and the other between your shoulders. Your walls were sore, but you still wanted more. There was a need for more pleasure, more sensations, more John.

Were it not for John’s tight grip, he surely would have fucked you across the mattress by now. You usually weren’t this loud, but it felt like every nerve was on fire. You weren’t sure if it was all too much or just too little. “I’m gonna cum,” you whined high in your throat.

“So soon already?” “I’m sensitive now ok!”

John moved his hand off your back and wrapped his arm around you, his hand resting on your throat. He pulled you up until your back arched and your head rested against his chest. “Cum for me then, pretty boy, I’ll cum with you.” The growl in his voice revealed how close he was himself. You took a shaky breath, ceasing your efforts to hold on for longer. John thrusted shallowly, hardly pulling out, intending to breed you deep. The hand that was on your hip moved further and started touching your clit. You screamed as you came, a little squirt still coming out of you, but you were too spend to wet everything in sight again. John let out an animalistic growl, before he stilled inside you. He rolled his hips into you with each shot and you didn’t think he could still cum that much after his earlier orgasm.

When he was spent, he let go of you and you lied face-down on the bed. You felt the bed dip beside you, heavy breathing joining yours. “Fuck that was good,” John sighed. A hand landed on your back and stroked it. Soon the texture of the bed was too rough for your sore clit and you rolled over, ending up half on top of John. He put his arm around you, rubbing your shoulder with his thumb. “What about we rest, then I clean this up and you go take a bath and order some food?” You hummed in reply, closing your eyes and snuggling closer to him. He tried to tell you not to fall asleep until he at least changed the sheets, but you were sleeping already.

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mlm-writer · 4 years

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I'll Give You the Reasons That You Need to Stay (John Kennex x GN!Reader)

Pairing: John Kennex x Gender Neutral!Reader Rating: PG Words: 647 Summary: John wakes up from his nightmares again and you are there again to remind him that he is loved. Note: Vent fic, based on Reasons by Beth Crowly Tags: established relationship, PTSD nightmares, hurt/comfort, crying, reassurance and song fic

You woke from cold air hitting your back. You pulled the cover back over your body, but you still felt a little colder than you were used. You shuffled back, eyes still closed. When no familiar heat covered your back, you opened your eyes a little and turned your head. There was an empty spot on the bed behind you. You groaned and stood up. The condo was a little cold, but the lower temperature helped you sleep. Light flooded from the kitchen and you found your boyfriend there. He was downing a glass of water like he had been stuck in the desert for days, a slight tremble in his arms. "Bad dreams?" You questioned to signal your arrival. You knew better than to startle him, especially after a nightmare. He gave a confirming grunt and you wrapped your arms around him from behind. You rested your cheek against his back, noticing the thin layer of sweat that covered his skin. "The same?" Another confirming grunt. His hand rested on yours, squeezing a little as if to confirm you were really here.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," John grunted. You moved to his side and rested his arm on top of your shoulders. You waved it off and pulled him back to the bed while also supporting him.

"It's not your fault," you told him and lowered him back into bed. You crawled into his arms, facing him. You caressed his cheek and smiled kindly at him.

"You have the most beautiful smile," John sighed and it was so honest, so raw, straight from his thoughts without him being able to think about it all. You tried to hide your mouth in embarrassment, but John took a gentle hold of your hands and removed them to have a better view of your smile. In that moment, looking into his eyes and seeing the hint of a smile on his lips while his eyes were full of love, it felt like you were standing on the edge of forever. Whatever happened tonight or tomorrow did not matter; you wanted him now and every day after this one. "I'm sorry I put you through this almost each night."

You shook your head. "No, no, you're so worth it. I would stay awake every night for you. Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?” He bit his lip and you saw the tears that prickled in his eyes. The effort it took to hold them back was too great for him and you smiled kindly as you wiped a tear from his cheek with your thumb. “Oh John… Life has been so unkind to you, but that does not mean you deserve it.” You stretched your neck to kiss his nose.

John pulled you closer. He buried his face into your shoulder. You felt wetness there, but did not comment on it. You wrapped an arm around him, keeping him close in a similar way he was keeping you close. His body shook just a little, but knowing your big, strong detective was hurting so much he could not keep himself from crying… that made you cry as well. His fingers digged into your skin, his hold so desperate as if you could disappear into thin air any second. “I’m not going anywhere, John. You’re not alone anymore. I am here and I will be here for as long as you let me.”

John nodded, sniffing. A hand reached for his face and when he finally faced you, he had wiped the tears off his face already, but his eyes were a little puffy, a little red and your shoulder was a little wet. “Thank you, please don’t give up on me.”

You pulled him in for a kiss, biting his lips a little, the sting reminding him that you were really here. “Never.”

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The Long Ride (John Kennex x GN!Reader)

Pairing: John Kennex x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: E for Explicit but also for Emotional Words: 2026 Summary: John has issues with his synthetic leg. You want to help him, but you can’t if he stays in denial about having a synthetic leg in the first place. Oh and you ride him to show you can have a good time without the leg. The sex is very emotional. Note: Ok I know the request said smut and there is smut, but I also have so many emotions when it comes to John Kennex. I would die for this man. I mean look at him. Fluffy hair and puppy face and that body hgdjksgasflsjfk Tags: Emotional sex, psychological rejection of his synthetic leg, communication, riding, protected sex (AS IT SHOULD BE), hurt/comfort, angst, swearing and idk man I got carried away

“God fucking dammit,” John cursed as his synthetic leg ran out of batteries, making him lose his balance and slip. You closed your eyes, but your boyfriend was dexterous enough to push himself out of the way, causing him to fall face-down next to you rather than on top of you. A string of curses left him as he struggled to change his position.

“Relax, it’s been a long day,” you reassured him as you helped him getting in a sitting position against the headboard. “We should’ve charged it over dinner, but we’ll do that next time, yeah?” You smiled at him as you sat on your knees in front of him. He looked beyond angry and you knew it was not a mild inconvenience that got him riled up like this. You never complained about your sex life, but it was less than ideal half the time. John’s leg had a record of acting up, but as long as it had battery life left, John tried to ignore it and muscle through. It was a huge mood killer.

John pretended like his synthetic leg was a real one and he was not disabled, so you tried playing along. The truth was, he was disabled. He did need special care and you didn’t mind that. What you did mind was pretending he did not need special care, just to stroke his ego.

“Sorry, tonight’s a bust,” your man muttered, not even looking you in the eye. You kissed his cheek. You tried to keep it at that, but he pulled you back in for a kiss on the lips. You loved how he kissed you. John was not short on passion. He was known for his passion for his job, but even that was nothing compared to how precious and loved he could make you feel with just one kiss. Your hand ended up on his chest as he ravished your mouth. It travelled lower, resting on his lower abdomen, afraid that he didn’t want to do anything anymore tonight and that you were pressuring him into more.

You had a feeling you were right when John took a gentle hold of your wrist and lifted your hand away. You pulled away, your other hand cupping his face. “There’s lots of things we can still do, love, but we don't have to do anything if you don’t feel like it,” you whispered. Your smile disappeared as John’s face turned sour. Sometimes it just was too easy to say the wrong thing to him.

“Don’t treat me like I’m fucking made of glass. This stupid…” He pushed you aside to forcefully remove his leg. You wanted to help him, but knew that he did not want help right now. “Leg! Isn’t even made of… Fuck!” He leaned back and covered his face with one hand, when he failed to get the thing off. You wanted to get it off for him, but John was pretty clear on how he felt about his leg, even though you never talked about it. He always kept your hands away from it by either changing positions or holding your hand.

“John, don’t take your anger out on me,” you warned him. He let out a grunt in response. You sighed and moved to get off the bed, but John had taken a hold of your hand in a second.

“I’m not angry at you.”

“I know you’re allergic to apologies, but just say you’re sorry and look at me.”

John sighed, removed the hand from his face and looked at you. He looked older now, tired, a little resigned. “I’m sorry.” You had hoped for more, but it was a start. You shifted on the bed, showing you were no longer leaving, but John kept a hold of your hand, his eyes trained there to avoid looking at yours. “I know our sex life sucks, so I kind of hate it when you pretend it doesn’t,” he confessed.

You chuckled. “The only sucking our sex life is doing is how often I got your dick in my mouth,” you joked. John finally looked at your face, probably trying to guess if you hated sucking his dick or not. “The rest just has been… inconvenient,” you placed a hand on John’s thigh, but far enough above the line where it was no longer organic, “but that’s because you try to act like your leg is normal.” John looked hurt by your words and you felt sorry to break the news to him. “I know you hate the leg, but pretending it works just as fine as your other one is just not working. I don’t mind the leg, but you got a shitty attitude about it.”

He let out a bitter laugh. “So what you’re saying is the problem is not the leg, but it’s me?” You winced. That’s what you said, but you didn’t mean it like that. “No, it’s okay baby. I get it. I just… I want to do right by you. I don’t want you to feel like I need special care.”

“But you do, John!” You groaned in frustration. “That leg needs special care to work properly and if you don’t give it that care, it will work like a shit machine. I’m not gonna carry you around, but maybe let me help you remind charging it, cleaning it and maybe rub in some oil from time to time. I would just really like it if you just stopped blaming the leg and start looking at how you take care of it.” You didn’t mean to rant, but the frustration was up to your head to the point that you didn’t realise you were still naked, until John casually pulled the sheets towards you. You took them, covering yourself a little.

“Okay, noted,” John sighed, clearly doing some mental work to not throw a tantrum right now. There was an awkward silence between you. Things were said and you both needed to process a little. John ended up breaking the silence. “Could you… help me getting the leg off?” You were surprised that he was just ready to let you touch it out of nowhere. You hummed and pushed the sheets off his right thigh, your fingers gentle but quick to remove it. You’ve seen it often enough to know how it should be done… and you asked Dorian. Either way, it required the gentle touch John never had with it.

The leg came off smoothly and you discarded the sheets to get up and put it on the charger. You admittedly stuck your ass out a little more than needed, knowing John liked looking at it. “You know… I am still a little loose and slick from our foreplay,” you mused. You couldn’t help it. Your favourite detective was naked in bed and had prepped you earlier to get his dick inside you. It was a waste to just ignore that effort.

“Babe, I love it when you get me off, but I wanted you to have a good time tonight.” You crawled onto the bed, smirking in his face.

“I will, if you let me ride you like this.” You saw John swallow heavily, the idea rolling in his mind.

“Grab the lube and condom,” he ordered and you happily obliged. You wanted to take care of everything, but John insisted on getting himself hard and ready to fuck himself. You sighed, before leaning back, shamelessly watching him. “Not complaining now you get to enjoy the show, are you?”

You huffed. “Two can play that game, detective.” You leaned back on one arm, your other travelling down your body until you reach your crotch. You briefly remove your hand to stick two fingers in your mouth. You got as much saliva on them as possible, before slipping one finger inside you. It met with little resistance, so you joined the second one immediately. You lifted your leg, giving yourself a little more room to finger yourself. The sight certainly helped John. You were just about to enjoy yourself, when your boyfriend was ready to go. You eagerly straddled him, using your clean hand to pull him into a hungry kiss. John ravaged your mouth. You reached behind you, guiding his cock towards your hole. You rubbed it over your entrance, your breath getting heavier.

“Stop teasing,” John grunted, his voice always ten times sexier when he was turned on. Usually you would challenge him, but he was right. You pressed your hips down onto his cock, shaking when the head entered you.

“Oh fuck you feel so good.” You put your hands on his shoulders and rode the head of his cock. He kissed your neck, sucking and biting a little, leaving small red marks that would be gone by morning. You needed more and pressed down further, moaning when you got his entire length inside you. John was not particularly big, but he had a delicious girth. Your hole was tight around him, dragging over his cock as you rode him.

You were enjoying yourself, your head thrown back while you fucked yourself on your boyfriend’s cock with abandon. John could never do a very fast pace, because his leg never cooperated, but you were not limited by that. “Fuck, baby, slow down,” John groaned, his fingers finding your ass and digging into the soft flesh there.

“Don’t want to,” you replied, every word a moan. You whined when John lifted you off his cock with his strong hands on your ass.

“Stop being greedy, baby,” he warned, making you moan at the voice he used. You nodded, knowing you had to agree or he would keep you there, all empty, for longer than you wanted. He stopped keeping you up and lowered you back down on his cock. You rolled your hips, keeping a slower pace. “That’s good,” John praised, his eyes locked with yours, “you’re so sexy and,” he stopped to let out a small moan himself, “I love you.”

You cried. He had said it before, but it felt different after the emotional debacle from earlier. “I love you too,” you said, before grabbing his face and bringing your lips together. You stopped moving for a moment, his cock balls deep in you as you kissed him as if you hadn’t done so for months. “I love you so much, John, and I want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy so much.” Emotions poured out and John led you through them, his hands and lips reassuring, letting you have your moment, before wiping your tears away.

“I hope I can make you happy,” he whispered. You continued to move, your hips moving slowly over his cock, making you feel every inch of it entering and pulling out of you. You rested your head on his shoulder and he kissed yours.

“You do,” you told him, your hips gradually moving faster. You went back to your original fast pace, making yourself see stars on John’s length. “I want you to cum while inside me,” you whispered in his ear. He groaned, his hands on your hips and helping you. He came first and you rode him through it. One raspy whisper in your ear and you came undone as well, his cock all the way inside you and not a single need for anything but that to make you see stars and cum.

He held you in the aftermath, listening to you rambling how much you loved him. You knew he probably did not know how to deal with your words, but he would have to figure that out himself. Once you stopped, he helped you get off him. You plopped down beside him, resting against his shoulder and hugging his arm. He complained as you made tying off the condom hard. He tossed it onto the floor to be dealt with later. His head came to rest on yours and you could not feel happier.

“You should ride me more often.”

You laughed.

“I will. After all,” you snuggled against him, “I’m with you for the long ride.”

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Kiss It Better (John Kennex x GN!Reader)

Pairing: John Kennex x Gender Neutral!Reader Rating: Teen and Up Words: 429 Summary: John sees you mildly injured on the job and he is a cute boyfriend. Note: Sorry this is shorter than my usual stuff, but I have no excuse. Tags: mention of drugs, mention of crime, light injury, reader is short because I am short and violent, fluff and friendly teasing

You groaned as you pushed yourself off the perp. Your MX grabbed her the moment you got off her. Full on body projectile was not really a protocol approach for catching runaways, but being significantly shorter than most people made it the best approach for you. Your MX held the perp in a strong grip, its cold eyes running over your face. “I suggest we leave the perp to back up and head for the hospital. You have 3 mild abrasions on your face and there are traces of an unknown substance on your skin.”

You sighed and nodded. You stopped arguing with an MX a long time ago, unlike… speaking of the devil. “Detective, are you all right?” You smiled at your boyfriend running in, gun drawn and on high alert. You waved it off, still catching your breath. You shot a quick nod to his DRN, acknowledging his presence.

“As Max here so kindly put it, 3 scrapes, but I’m fine.” John put his weapon back, his hands reaching for your face. His fingers made gentle contact with your uninjured skin and he turned your head to look. “Detective Kennex, I promise you I am fine,” you chuckled as you removed his hands, holding them instead.

“Are you sure? I can kiss it better,” he spoke softly, winking at you. His fingers ran over the skin between your knuckles and your wrist. You pulled your hands back, taking a little step away from him, before you were gonna make out with him in front of your MX, Dorian and the perp.

“Thanks, but there is also an unknown substance on my face.” You saw the grin disappear and worry grow on his face. “So take care of our guest here, please. I am off to the hospital.” You were glad to see that Dorian was already restraining the perp instead of your MX. You grabbed your synthetic partner by the arm, dodging John’s stammering question and ducking into your car.

John grunted when he saw you almost speed away. “Aww, I can kiss it better,” Dorian mused in his face, after putting the criminal in the backseat. John turned to Dorian, glaring him down for making fun of him. “Are you sure you do not want me to kiss it better?” John pushed him away, going for the driver’s seat.

“Dorian, just shut up,” he grumbled as he got in.

“Please kiss it better John,” the android mimicked your voice.

“I swear I will deactivate you forever.”

“Maybe you can revive me with a kiss next time.”

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Stinky Man (John Kennex x GN!Reader)

Pairing: John Kennex x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 957 Summary: Long cases make low charged androids and legs. You don’t mind dealing with it though. Tags: Established relationship, banter, sassy reader and handjob

Cases that dragged on and on were a problem for any cop, but for John it also meant he had no time to properly charge his leg. The new one had a very good battery, but even that met its limits. It ended with Dorian, low on charge himself, bringing a grumpy, tired detective to your doorstep. Your relationship was no secret, but you were quite surprised the annoying partner knew about you. John was not exactly the sharing type.

“John? And you must be… Dorian?” The android gave you a forced smile and stretched his hand out to you. He struggled with the action, John’s full weight apparently on him. On a normal day he probably wouldn’t struggle, but you recognised the tell-tale disco show on his face.

You shook his hand and stepped aside, so he could enter. “His leg is completely out of charge and he refuses to go home, because the case is not closed yet. I am low on charge myself, so I can’t deal with him anymore.” Dorian was not so gentle with depositing your boyfriend on the couch.

“Dorian, you’re compatible with MX chargers right? I make repairs on MX’s, so you can charge in my garage.” A genuine smile appeared on his face and he thanked you, before rushing through the door you pointed at. When he was gone, you sat down on the couch near John’s feet. “As for you, I have a bed big enough for the both of us.” You glided your fingers up his real leg to his thigh and took a firm grip of his hip.

John let out a tired laugh. “I can’t do much fucking without my leg, babe.” You crawled over him, careful to not fall off the thin couch.

Your lips met his in a chaste kiss, before you whispered in his ear. “Well this is a perfect opportunity for me to take the lead, don’t you think?” You heard John swallow audibly, so you continued. “What about if I tire you out first and while you sleep it off, I’ll get the charger for your leg at your apartment? Sounds good?” The groan from John said enough and you grinned as you climbed off him. “Good, but I am not fucking you on my beautiful couch so come here.”

You helped John off the couch and supported him as you walked to your bathroom. Man were you glad you only had one floor. You basically threw John on the bed and unceremoniously rid yourself of your clothing. John chuckled as you didn’t even try to be sexy while removing his bottoms. Your fingers were gentle while removing his leg, but once again unhurried when it was put aside and you had to rid him off his shirt. “God, John, you stink. When was the last time you showered?” He shrugged, making you sigh. “Well just handjob it is for you, stinky man. I’ll get you some clean clothes too, so you can shower here.”

John seemed like he wanted to protest, but he knew he was not going to get his dick anywhere inside you, mouth or otherwise, without a shower. He cocked up a brow as you started going through the drawer of your nightstand, but he didn’t comment on it, until you got a bottle out that was not the familiar lube bottle. “What’s that?”

You smiled as you put the oily contents on your hands, warming it in your palms. “Lavender and chamomile oil. It will help you sleep so just shut up. I am in charge, remember?” He tilted his head at you, a mixture of fondness and tiredness in his eyes. You rubbed the oil on his thighs, massaging the muscles there.

“That’s not my cock.” “Might as well be with how hard the muscles here are.” “Sassy, aren’t we?” “Not taking care of yourself, aren’t we?”

John nodded, admitting defeat. He rarely won from you anyway. As you neared his crotch, you saw how semi-hard length moved in interest. How could it not with you pressing in the right places, hands slick and gliding with ease? You put a little more on your hands, before finally touching him where he wanted you the most. He got hard so easily with your hands on him. “Relax, detective,” you whispered. John let his head rest on the pillows, the tension in his body receding as you touched him slowly but firmly. He gradually grew hard in your hand. The smell of lavender and chamomile filled the air, making it even easier for him to relax.

You sped up your movements when he was fully hard, moving your fingers over him just how you knew he liked it. When you noticed his muscles tensing, you spoke again. “Just let it go, John, this is about you. When you’re fully rested and showered, I can send Dorian home for some real fun.” Normally he would be thinking of the case, still, but with your hands on him, it was hard to think of anything but being inside you. He relaxed his muscles, mind drifting with the dirty words coming from your mouth.

A slow, deep moan came from John as his seed oozed out of this tip of his cock. You kept stroking him tightly, milking his orgasm out of him. He shuddered when there was no more cum to get out of him for now and you let go of him. You grabbed the tissues off your nightstand and cleaned your hands, before wiping the cum off him. When you were done, you noticed John snoring. A chuckle escaped you and you shook your head, before covering him up with a blanket and kissing his forehead.

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Pride and Penance (John Kennex x M!Reader)

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Pairing: John Kennex x Male Reader (trans-friendly) Rating: Mature Words: 1591 Summary: John used to be the one getting medals, awards and commendations, but since the incident with InSyndicate, that was the past. It bothers him and seeing someone taking his title of being the best was not helping. Tags: Established relationship, angst, jealousy, John is emotionally constipated, reader is not good at confrontation either, Dorian is somehow most emotionally capable, good guy Dorian, light fear of abandonment, a bit (physical) fighting, making up and kissing.

The lights were blinding as the captain stuck the shiny medal to your formal uniform. You hardly wore it, but with the latest addition to it, you would almost consider it, were it not for how incredibly uncomfortable it was. As you gave your speech, your eyes scanned the crowd for a certain detective, the man who helped you improve your shot, the man who gave you the inspiration to think outside of the box, the man whom you shared your bed with on the weekends, feeling safer being held by those hands than having a gun in your own. However, he was nowhere to be found. You noticed your words slowing, your smile growing weaker as you didn't see the man whom you wanted to thank the most. You mentioned him briefly, trying to not put any attention on the fact that he was not here and left the stage.

As you passed by your colleagues, you shook hands and received congratulations on your new medal. You have been hoarding awards, commendations and medals lately, but lately there was a lot more to work hard for. As you finally made it to the bullpen, you saw it wasn't as empty as it should have been. There he was, John Kennex, sitting at his desk, hunched over several papers. "Someone's life better depends on what you find in those documents," you commented light-heartedly, as you walked up to your boyfriend, "because you just missed your boyfriend getting his third medal."

"Congratulations," John mumbled in reply. He didn't look at you, his face twisted in a way you hadn't seen before. This was not his 'dammit I'm missing something' face or the face of 'gotta work fast or someone dies'. It looked worse and you weren't sure if you should ask about it or not.

You forced a smile on your face and sat down on the chair one desk from his. "Need some help?" He shook his head, still not looking at you and you started to feel like he was angry at you. However, angry John was yelling and hitting furniture and stomping the ground, but never the silent treatment. Your blood ran cold with what you could possibly have done that went past his anger tantrums. "Okay, then I'll leave you to it."

You cried at the nights to come. John didn't say much to you nor did he invite you over on the weekends and you did not dare to invite him either. The fondness in his eyes was gone and you were waiting for a break-up text, doubting he would break up with you in your face. However, you didn't want to break up, so you avoided him. Every time he seemed to want to have a serious talk, you deflected, discussing work or Dorian and then fled. You hadn't so much as hugged in weeks when Dorian cornered you while John was in the captain's office. "Why are you and John fighting?"

You dragged him into a supply closet, shutting the door behind you and slumping down against it, the bottled up feelings finally breaking through, the pressure too great. "I don't know," you sniffed. Dorian's hands hovered near you, coming closer and retracting again. "John started giving me the silent treatment and he never gives anyone the silent treatment, so I panicked and now I think he wants to break up, but I don't wanna break up. Dorian just please tell me what I've done." Dorian had finally decided on what to do as he crouched down in front of you and pulled you close, hugging you firmly. He was surprisingly warm, his synthetic skin radiating heat like a human's would.

Dorian patted your head and back, letting you cry it out. When you were done, he spoke up. "John thinks you're angry with him and he's been trying to apologise," he confessed, making you look up, searching his face for insincerity, but Dorian had no reason to lie. "You do know that between you, John and me, I'm the only one who can talk about his emotions? Don't you think that's weird?"

You chuckled and wiped your face. "Oh no machines are taking over the emotions industry," you joked, making him laugh too. Dorian helped you off the floor. "So you're sure John doesn't want to break up with me?"

Dorian nodded. "They got about three new bouquets down in forensics, because he keeps chickening out leaving them there instead of apologising and giving them to you."

You laughed; that did sound like John. You wiped your face again and put your hand on the door handle. "Thanks, Dorian. I guess you should consider a career as a relationship therapist, should police work not work out for you." He smiled at you as you opened the door to the supply closet. As you both walked out, you came eye-to-eye with John, his favourite mug steaming in his right hand.

"Oh so that's what's been going on," he said short of a shout, before turning on his heels and walking away from you. You looked between you and Dorian and then realised how it must look to get out of a supply closet together, your face a bit of a mess.

"John, we need to talk." "No thank you, have fun."

You rolled your eyes and followed your hot-headed boyfriend. You wanted to let him cool off, but if you were walking away now, you knew you would never push yourself to confront him again. "If you're thinking Dorian and I got something going on, you're dumb as shit John," you called out as you struggled to keep up with his pace. He didn't say anything again. "John, don't give me the silent treatment." You didn't even look where you were going and before you knew it, you were standing with your boyfriend in a hardly used, mostly broken bathroom in the corner of the precinct. He put his mug on the sink and finally turned to you. That same look from a couple of weeks ago was planted on his face.

"Maybe we should just break up," he sighed. You sputtered out partial words, your worst fears crashing into the words you had mentally prepared on the way here. Everything shattered and you were left with only shards of what you wanted to say. "Just shut up!" You went quiet, John's anger always scaring you, but it was somehow a comfort after the silent treatment. "I got the message. You're better than me and you deserve someone at your level. Don't fucking try to feed me bullshit!"

"What? You're the one gobbling up bullshit like it's a buffet!" You stomped closer to him, shoving him against the wall. He grabbed you by the arms, restraining you and keeping you at a distance as he stood against the wall. "The only reason I am better than you is because I wouldn't bail on my boyfriend getting a medal. The fuck is wrong with you anyway? I checked and you had no cases open at that time. Why weren't you there?" You forcefully pulled yourself away from him. Tears pricked in your eyes, but you tried to hold them in at all cost.

"Because I couldn't stand you getting yet another reward for doing work I taught you to do!" He punched a stall door, the sound of it echoing through the bathroom. It then dawned on you. John was jealous. He used to get medals and awards and commendations. He used to be the fastest, the one with the best aim, just the best. Now it was you taking that place. You worked your ass off to show John how well you could listen and learn from him. You wanted to show off the skills he taught you, but he took it as a slap in the face.

"I just wanted to make you proud," you muttered, "but I guess all I did was making you feel worse." You hugged yourself, looking down as you feel horrible for reminding him of all the things he could no longer do. John did not say anything and truth to be told, there was little you had to say either. You closed the distance between you and hugged him. It felt like a weight lifted off your shoulders as you were where you wanted to be most once again. John seemed hesitant, but he reciprocated eventually. “I’m sorry, I’ll try not to show off anymore.”

John squeezed your shoulder. “No, you’re such a talented officer. I just don’t want to be the one holding you back.” He kissed the side of your head and you were no longer afraid you had to let go of him.

“John, you’re the one who brings out the best in me. These medals and shit are yours too. I’m so happy you were an arrogant shit at the shooting range when we met.” He chuckled and you pulled away. “Can we just kiss and eat Chinese together?” You pouted, hoping a little acting cute would convince him.

“You’re not angry that I was… you know?” “Jealous? I mean, I get it and you shouldn't have given me the cold shoulder nor just not show up when I got my medal, but I guess you’ll just have to make it up to me.”

John grinned and pulled you in a slow kiss. “Chinese on me then?” You laughed and gave him a playful punch. Things weren’t ok quite yet, but they would be.

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Push and Pull (John Kennex x GN!Reader)

Pairing: John Kennex x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: PG-13 for swearing Words: 2143 Summary: John has been distant ever since you started dating. You’ve tried to endure it in the hopes of it getting better, but, unfortunately, communication seems necessary to solve problems. John does not like to talk about his feelings tho. Tags: Angst, relationship problems, hurt/comfort, insecurities, John’s puppy eyes, swearing, reference to violence, beta read at 2am, reader is thirsty af at one point but look at this man do we blame the reader?

“Professor.” You looked away from the screen you have been doing data analyses at. The last of your fellow forensic scientists stood at the door with her coat on. “I cleaned up as much as I could. Please don’t forget to go home yourself.” You smiled at her and reassured her you would go home before midnight. The look in her eyes made the same inquiry as most of your colleagues had, but she did not ask why you were working so much.

At this point you did not even write down the extra hours, afraid that some MX might kick you out by five if you did. Your notes started to get sloppy, but you felt like it was worth it when you heard a knock on the door. Without waiting for an answer, it opened and your boyfriend stepped inside. “Hey, have you eaten yet?” You shook your head and frantically opened the file with your notes.

“No, but I have some interesting findings about the samples from your case this morning.” It sent you down a rabbit hole of connecting dots and by the time you started mentally dozing off, you were so close to a breakthrough. Frustration filled your body as you tried to force your brain to have just one more useful thought.

A kiss landed on your temple. “Let’s continue tomorrow. I am tired and hungry.” You let out a sleepy chuckle as you closed up for today. You kept a professional distance from John as you both exited the building in silence and walked towards the car. The moment you sat down, you started napping for just those few minutes you knew it took to get to John’s favourite noodle place.

A soft shake woke you from your dreamless slumber. “Hey, you’ve been working too hard lately.” You scoffed and brushed it off. You knew, but you felt like John had been distancing himself ever since you two were officially a thing. Before that he was always more open and vulnerable around you than with other people, but now you felt like he was more open towards anyone but you. The only way to get him to let loose, was to work on a case with him, so you gave that little extra to spend more time with him as soon and as much as possible.

“You must be really tired. Usually, you chat the ears off my head.” You looked up from your bowl of steaming noodles and forced a smile on your face.

“Well, I guess working more makes me better company then,” you replied without thinking about it. You did not notice the shocked look on your boyfriend’s face, until he put a hand on your wrist.

“I like it when you chat my ears off my head, so get some more rest, ok? You don’t have to do everything on your own. Just let your colleagues help you more.” You pull your hand away, pouting as you continue eating.

The idea of someone else talking John through the evidence fuelled a jealousy that had been vestering in your chest for weeks now. “Take me home with you tomorrow.” John choked on his noodles. Heads turned towards him as he coughed and reached for his beer. He chugged half of it before looking at you again like he misheard you. “You heard me. We need to talk and I am too tired right now.”

John was quiet for a moment. The air was tense as you two ate. Your bowl was close to empty when you heard his voice again. “If you want to break up with me, you can just say it now.” His voice was small and if you were not so overworked, tired and frustrated, you would have hugged him and reassured him that you loved him so much and that breaking up was the opposite of what you wanted. However, you were overworked, tired and frustrated, so that was not happening.

You slammed your spoon into the bowl and stood up. “If you never wanted to be in a relationship with me in the first place, then you should just have said no when I asked you to be my boyfriend,” you gritted through your teeth to make as less of a scene as possible. “I’m gonna take a cab home.” Something inside you hoped he would come after you, like men did in movies, but your name stayed uncalled as you waited in the cold night air for a cab to pass you by.

The next day, your head was even less in the game. You kept making typos, to the point someone gently suggested you took a break. Their tone betrayed how foul your mood had been and you caved. It was getting better, until a familiar face joined you. “There you are, professor,” he said upon arrival, putting way too much emphasis on ‘professor’, “I was hoping you could fill me on your findings on yesterday’s evidence.” You did not like his tone at all. Your eyes almost rolled out of their sockets as you stood up and walked past him. He followed you to your desk, keeping more distance than he usually would.

“Here,” you hissed as you pushed the file folder into his hands, “your culprit is sprinkling Marigold pollen around like Hansel and Gretel. Dorian knows how to scan for it. You’ll have them by lunch.” You gave him a passive aggressive pat on the arm, before hopping off your desk and walking away. You caught a scrutinizing gaze from your boyfriend, but you pulled an uno reverse card on that. Maybe you were being immature, but you were convinced you had enough reason to.

If you were not still angry at John, you would’ve thought him dragging the suspect into the precinct before lunch was really hot. You still thought it was hot, but you were too angry to admit that to yourself. You bit the inside of your cheek when you saw him sit the suspect down by force, before turning the glass translucent, blurring the inside.

On the plus side, having a case finished so easily with little issues, put John in a good mood. You were calmed down as well by the time it was time to clock out. You got a message at two past five. It was from John, asking you to have Chinese take-out at his place tonight. You shot him a message back, something long enough to show him you were in a better mood than that morning.

While getting the food, it was easy to slip into conversation about the case he solved today. Work-talk turned into reminiscing, talking about people, laughing a little. However, when the door of his apartment closed behind you, it felt so cut-off from the rest of the world and the air between you became thick with the masks you both have the tendency to put on in public. Eating the food had gotten way more awkward than getting the food. With no one to convince you were two happily dating adults, there was uncertainty of how much you had to fool yourselves everything was fine.

Both of you knew there was need for serious talk, for heart-to-heart conversations about something other than work. “When the captain found out about us,” you started out of nowhere, because it had to start somehow, “she told me to be patient with you, because you had some bad experiences with your ex.” You could see tension growing in his shoulders. “John, we’ve been dating for three months now. Don’t you think it is time you tell me at least a little about your ex? I don’t need the details, but…”

“No.”

You had not even finished speaking. John was already standing up and gathering the dirty plates, turning his back towards you to toss them in the sink. “Why?” You put your hands on your hips, hoping for a very good answer.

“What happened with her is none of your business,” he grunted as he aggressively started putting everything in the dishwasher, not leaving everything to solidify for once.

“Well I think it is,” you replied, wanting for him to turn around, but you were not going to beg to see his face.

“And I think not. What does she have to do with you?”

You walked around the table and stood next to him. Your proximate forced him to at least give you a short glance. Your face was hard, but your voice was fraying at the edges. “Well maybe it will help me understand why you have been such a lousy boyfriend.” You did not mean that, but you felt like you did.

“I told you yesterday to not keep fucking around if you just want to break up with me,” he replied, not giving in to telling you anything.

“I do not want to break up with you, but if you’re just gonna prefer talking to anyone but me, what is the point of being in a relationship with you?” You tilted your head, trying to get a look at his face, but you flinched away as he tossed a glass back into the sink with unnecessary force. It was a surprisingly sturdy glass that did not shatter. You backed away, survival instinct winning. John never gave the vibe of someone who would hurt you. He may have been rough in the bedroom, but never angry and to be honest, angry John scared you.

You swallowed thickly, hoping he would say something, but instead he just tossed the towel lying on the counter across the room. You backed away further, tensing up at the frustrated growl he let out. You never had seen him like this. He was scarier now than when he was yelling at an MX, scarier than when he shot a suspect that returned to the crime scene, scarier than when he came back from the field with bruises and a suspect in a worse state than him.

“Just say it already,” he roared, “there is no point of being with me, so just end it!” Your heart hammered in your chest, but you heard his desperation. He seemed angry, but his voice betrayed the direction of his anger was not you, but himself.

“End it yourself if you want us to break up so bad,” you replied, sounding more angry than you meant to, voice raised in defence.

“I don’t want to!”

“Then what the fuck is your problem?”

“I’m scared!”

He looked up with horror on his face, seemingly shocked by his own words. “Goddammit, I’m a mess,” he nearly inaudibly muttered as he walked over to the couch with limp limbs. You crossed your arms, looking at him as you stayed in place. John was never keen on talking, but your silence forced him to. “My ex… she stabbed me in the back,” he admitted, but the sentence did not sound like it was finished.

“And now you’re scared I will too, so the moment we get together you get cold feet about how much you can trust me?” He did not nod or hum, but the defensive posture was confirmation enough. “Well… I passed the background check when I joined the force.” He let out a bitter chuckle, before looking at you. He held his hand out for you with puppy eyes you could not resist. You sighed and walked over. “I assume it was more than cheating?” You asked, trying to be direct without being overly specific. Your fingers touched his rough hand and he took a firm grasp of yours. He pulled, but let you sit down next to him on your own terms.

“Oh I wish she cheated,” he tried to joke, but his tone lacked humor. John’s thumb rubbed over your hands as you sat next to each other, distance between you, bridged by your intertwined hands. “It’s not easy to explain,” he said as his eyes stayed on the connection between you two, “but I will, someday.” He looked up to you with those same puppy eyes. “Just give me time, yeah?”

You sighed, hating yourself for being such a sucker for those eyes. “Just stop avoiding me at work. I’ve been working on your cases so you would talk to me.”

He laughed. “For real?” You felt a little stupid, but nodded anyway. “Oh.” He swallowed down another laugh. “Then I’ll try to talk to you more often, so go home earlier, sleep more and eat well.” He patted your head, a soft smile on his face.

“Hey, those are three things in exchange for one thing. I don’t think that’s fair.” You saw the edges of his mouth tug up against his will.

“Ok fine, what other demands do you have?” He questioned, humor returning.

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mlm-writer · 4 years

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Just because no one is requesting John Kennex content, does not mean that I won’t write John Kennex content. Bro look at him

#Gayden things #john kennex #john kennex x reader #john kennex x male reader #almost human

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mlm-writer · 3 years

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Series Cuddle Headcanons

For Cuddle Up Day 2021.

Almost Human, The Boys, Merlin and Lucifer

Cuddle Masterlist here

Dorian (Almost Human):

He is so touch starved

Give him cuddles

He likes to just be close to someone and not be treated like a lesser being

Cuddles preferably on a couch, just sitting with your back against him while you watch a movie

John Kennex (Almost Human):

John is definitely a cuddle bear, but would rather die than admit it

You gotta ask him to hold you and he will act like he is an oppressed man

Pls John we can see you smile and feel you nuzzle a little closer

He would rather die than be a little spoon

This man oozes toxic masculinity, come on

You will catch him put an arm around you when you’re on the couch. Don’t comment on it or he will just shuffle away like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar

Frenchie (The Boys):

Bro whenever you need a hug, Frenchie is just there

He is not particularly fond of cuddles, but he loves to be there for others

Bad day? Frenchie is already there with his arms open

He is really quiet during cuddles, but it is that silent acceptance that’s great

Hughie Campbell (The Boys):

He is a big spoon, but sometimes just needs to be small spoon

Arm around your shoulders as often as possible

He is always concerned, so he needs to feel you’re there

Cuddles everywhere, but not when Butcher is there

Likes to hold and be held

Has the tendency to entangle your legs

Billy Butcher (The Boys):

Only cuddles with Becca after the sex

Not up for a midday cuddle

Not up for a hug

He needs it, but when has this man ever cared about what he needs?

Arthur Pendragon (Merlin):

He has most of the time no time to cuddle

He will make time occasionally tho

You’re worth making time for

He’s pretty touch starved, but toxic masculinity got him not admitting it

You know tho because when he makes time to hold you, he holds you so tightly and seems to never wanna let you go

Merlin (Merlin):

Tries to be big boy and say he doesn’t need cuddles

Lol he needs so many cuddles

Boy you need them the most out of whole Camelot

He cuddles mostly when he is having a bad day

On good days he is unlikely to cuddle

Percival (Merlin):

Ask him to cuddle and he will melt

Just goes full ‘uwu they ask me to cuddle now I MUST’

You can ask him anytime and he be like ‘yes of course whatever you need’

He is such a people pleaser I love him

Dramatic bitch always has them arms on display for no reason, so I know you’ve seen dem arms and let me tell you THEY WERE MADE FOR HUGGING

Ella Lopez (Lucifer):

SHE LOVES CUDDLING SO MUCH

SHE ALWAYS WANTS TO CUDDLE

CUDDLE HER DAMMIT

Holds you anywhere

Wants to be held anywhere

She dotes on you while you cuddle no matter what

She is also so unashamed about it

I love her

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer):

He likes cuddling the most after sex, but he is down whenever you want

You can’t escape post-coital cuddling though

Will cuddle you in the middle of LUX if you wanted him to

Maybe not in front of Amenadiel or any of his other brothers though

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