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quizzicalwriter · 7 months

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omg your smuts w squ!rt!ng in them are just too good. can you please do one of them but with johnny cade x reader and with praise? thank you!

Interrupted Television

Pairing: Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dallas talks, a lot. Johnny listens. One particular conversation peaked his interest and now your game show is interrupted.

Warnings: SMUT. MDNI. Fingering, oral, squirting - all that stuff.

A/N: Thank you for the requests! I’m glad you guys like my writing for Johnny!

Word Count: 1.7k

“Orcas.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you threaded your fingers through his hair, his head resting on your lap had kept you planted on your couch for the last hour and a half watching some rerun of a game show neither of you knew the name of. Yet somehow he was getting every damn question right, you’d known that he’d been reading ever since he left his parent's house, but with the information he knew you’d venture to say he’d been reading encyclopedias in his spare time.

And damn if he wasn’t right again, you gave him a celebratory pat on the back as the contestants all looked between each other in mysticism that they hadn’t been able to answer the question. He looked back to you, a triumphant grin on his face as you cradled his cheek, thumb brushing against his tanned cheekbone.

“Smart guy.” You whispered, earning you a throaty chuckle as he extended his hand up to brush your hair behind your ear, letting his touch linger against your cheek before dropping it back by his side. “I ain’t smart, I just read.”

You playfully rolled your eyes through a sigh, gently pushing his face back to the television. “That’s what bein’ smart is, Johnny.”

He only responded with a hum, seemingly sucked back into the show as they moved onto another category. In truth you hadn’t been paying attention for the last half hour, finding yourself enamored by the sight of him laying against your lap, his lips pursed in thought as he racked his mind for answers to questions he’d never be asked outside of a trivia show.

It wasn’t often you were both able to relax, if it wasn’t your odd work schedule then it was his - or someone requiring your attention, just like his friends required his. Whenever he could scrounge up the time, he’d be at your place for the weekend, stuck to you like glue until he had to leave for work. You’d made the venture to his place, but he wasn’t too fond of you staying there for too long, mainly because Dallas had walked in on you two enough to warrant him speaking to his long-time friend about privacy.

He’d pulled you out of your thoughts with a gentle tap to your knee, deep brown eyes staring up at you curiously. You’d still been half dazed, hand resuming its movements in his hair - only his hair wasn’t there anymore and you’d damn near blinded the poor guy by poking him right in the eye. You swore loudly, jerking your hand back at the same pace he took to sit up, laughing through a groan as he cupped his eye. You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled from you as you scooted toward him on the couch, gently pulling his hand away to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

“Now that you’ve partially blinded me-“ He started, still laughing somewhat as he blinked rapidly, trying to negate the pain. “Can we try that?”

“Try what?” You asked, still stifling laughter of your own as you dropped your hands to your lap.

He looked up at you then, sighing for a moment at the realization that you’d been daydreaming the entire time he’d been talking, but you looked cute enough for him to not care.

“Well, Dally mentioned somethin’ he did with a girl. I know most of his stories seem like bullshit, but I wanted to try it with you.”

Dallas had an odd way of announcing every tirade he’d done with a woman to their group of friends, even when nobody asked for it - but they were guys, so they were all intrigued as soon as he started speaking. You chewed at your inner cheek, eyes narrowing for a moment as you thought over what Dallas could’ve possibly mentioned to Johnny for him to be intrigued enough to want to test it out on you.

“Sure, why not.” You mused with a shrug, giving him a small smile as you moved closer to him, knees bumping together. He returned the smile, hands moving to your hips where he quickly helped you into his lap. There was something about the act of being in his lap that instinctively had you aching around nothing, maybe it was the way his hips would rock up into you, or the way he’d grab at your hips hard enough to leave bruises - whatever it was you could already feel your heartbeat hammering in your chest.

“Just gonna-“ He murmured, words nearly inaudible as he unbuttoned your jeans, the heat of his hands causing you to shiver against his touch. You could hear him stifle a laugh as he brushed his fingers against your cunt through your underwear, rubbing delicate circles over your folds through the semi-wet fabric. Your eyes fluttered shut as you gave yourself over to the feeling, he took the moment to lean forward, connecting your lips in a needy kiss as he continued working you up.

“Johnny-“ You whined, not bothering to pull away from the kiss. “I- fuck, touch me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, moving his hand to slip underneath your underwear as he trailed kisses along your jaw and onto your throat before moving back to your lips.

His fingers smoothed against your cunt, slowly moving back and forth along your folds before pushing in. You whined against his lips, hips stuttering as he curled his fingers within you, pressing against a spot within you that had you clamping down around his fingers. You could feel him smile into the kiss as he pumped his fingers, his thumb brushing against your clit with each movement.

“You can move, baby.” He whispered, eyes flickering up to meet yours. You nodded, wetting your lips as you rocked your hips against his palm, the feeling of his fingers pressed against your g-spot making you nearly forget how to breathe. You could hear him softly laugh, hand moving from your hip to your back where he pressed you into his chest, allowing you to rest your head against his shoulder as he pumped his fingers in and out, ensuring they curled against that same spot with each movement.

You could feel that familiar sensation of your orgasm building in your lower stomach, cunt squeezing around his digits as you practically rode his fingers. He looked up to you then, smiling at the sight of your flushed-out expression, how your brows furrowed together, your parted lips. He knew he had you just where he wanted you, and within a second he had you flipped over onto your back against the couch. You’d hardly had a moment to process the sudden change in position before he had your pants and underwear removed, tossing them near the television before sinking between your legs.

“Johnny?” You asked through a laugh, all thoughts cut off the moment he placed an open-mouthed kiss on your cunt. Your thighs jerked, to which he quickly wrapped his arms around them, hands pressed against your lower stomach as he kissed and sucked along your cunt. You could feel him moan against your folds, the vibration from the noise causing your back to arch off the fabric of the couch.

He moved one of his arms, pulling away for a moment before pushing the same two fingers back into your cunt, pace relentless as he circled your clit with his tongue. You all but cried at the feeling, unable to formulate any words as sheer ecstasy raced through your veins. Your hips rocked against his face, and throughout it all his eyes stayed locked on your face, watching as your expression contorted into one of absolute pleasure.

“I’m gonna-“ You mewled, hands grasping desperately at his hair as you ground against his face. He hummed, seemingly proud of himself as he jerked his fingers up into you, repeatedly hitting your g-spot as he flicked your clit with his tongue, intermittently sucking it as your thighs tensed under his hold.

With a broken cry of his name, you came undone, cunt spasming around his fingers. He refused to let up, hands moving to hold you steady as he continued swirling his tongue around your clit. A whine tore itself from your chest as you grabbed at the cushions of the couch, breath catching in your chest at the feeling of your cunt twitching from overstimulation.

He shifted against the couch, moving to push two fingers into you once more, continuing the near-brutal pace that’d made you cum in the first place. You would’ve screamed at the feeling if you’d been able to take in any sort of air, instead, you were left writhing underneath him as every breath came in as a short gasp. His free hand pushed down against your lower stomach, the newfound pressure causing another orgasm to build rapidly.

“Fu-uck!” You sobbed out, waterline pricking with tears from the relentless sensation of his tongue and fingers working against you. The near pitiful noises only spurred him on, a moan of his own leaving him, the vibration directly against your clit sending you over the edge. You felt yourself gush, juices coating the couch along with your inner thighs - and consequently, Johnny’s lower face.

You’d half expected him to be upset, but all he wore was an extremely proud grin as he looked up at you from between your legs, taking a moment to press kisses to your inner thighs before moving up to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue as his hands smoothed up your sides, thumbs affectionately circling your ribs as he pressed kisses along your jaw.

“So good-“ He murmured against your dampened skin. “So proud.”

It took a moment for you to regain the ability to properly breathe, but once you had you smiled up at him, in a fair bit of shock yourself at both the fact that he’d wanted to do that and the fact that you’d done it at all.

“Was that what you wanted to try?” You asked through a breathless laugh, taking a moment to wipe your shirt against his mouth and jaw. He chuckled into the fabric, pushing it away gently.

“Figured Dally was bullshittin’, he wasn’t.”

A/N: Another Johnny work!! I hope you guys enjoyed this, I’m still tryin’ to get the hang of Johnny’s character and writing him - but I enjoy it nonetheless. As always, you can find all my works over on my AO3 account, “Unscriptural.” Thank you all for the magnitude of support you’ve shown my work, I appreciate it dearly!

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cumikering · 10 months

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Possessive best friend Soap x reader

1.6k | angst, bullying, swearing Operation Sabotage: Soap crashed your date (Part 2) Idea from @ceilidho

Soap stepped into the quiet restaurant with an easy smile, not taking long at all to spot you. He could recognise you from anywhere even with your back to him. His smile turned into a cocky grin as he walked over to the table of two, his boots thudding.

He watched as your date looked at his figure approaching, his words trailing off. You blinked at his sudden withdrawal, and when you turned to see what had stolen his attention, you were met with the sight of Soap.

He grabbed a nearby chair, sitting next to you and your date with a chuckle. “Hey, you. Fancy seeing you here.”

You tried not to roll your eyes, pretty much knowing what was to come already. “Hi, Johnny. I’m in the middle of a date,” you said through gritted teeth, gesturing at the man across you.

“I’m sure the lad wouldn’t mind,” he dismissed. “Oh, sorry, where are my manners? I’m Johnny. What’s your name again?”

“Daniel.” He let out a nervous chuckle, shifting his gaze to you, as if asking what was going on.

“Nice to meet ya, pal.” He didn’t even try to mask the smack as a pat on the back.

You sighed. “Johnny, don’t you have other things to do?”

“Not at the moment, just want to catch up with my buddy here.” He shrugged, turning to Daniel. “So what were you guys talking about?”

Daniel seemed to have recovered from the interruption, going back to his easy-going self. “I was talking about my time in uni,” he began, before taking another bite of his pasta.

You stopped listening, severely distracted by Soap’s uninvited presence at the table as you moved your food around your plate. You always did this - you shut down when you were upset, as to not overreact and make a fool of yourself. If you kept it cool, hopefully Soap would get bored and leave you and Daniel alone soon enough.

Soap nudged you, pulling you back into reality.

“Hey, I thought you didn’t like guys who bounce their legs?”

In a burst of self-consciousness, Daniel’s leg stopped under the table.

“That’s none of your business, Johnny.” You stabbed your fork onto your food too forcefully, not lifting your gaze.

“But you told me it really irked you. Just like when people eat with their mouth open,” he replied, feigning innocence.

Daniel let out a cough at the comment, turning a little red.

You let your fork drop to your plate. You didn’t mean to make it ring that loudly in the room. “Sorry, I need to go to the loo,” you announced to no one, not daring to look at Daniel. Your heavy seat dragged across the carpeted floor before you left.

You were glad the bathroom was empty. You took a few deep breaths with your hand over your chest, going over to the sink when you were a touch calmer. With your hands supporting your weight, you leaned in, looking at your own figure in the large mirror.

Yes, you noticed Daniel bounced his leg – it was one of the first things you noticed of him. Yes, he chewed with his mouth open, even spoke with his mouth full. Yes, these things peeved, no, vexed you. But he was funny and smart, handsome enough with a light stubble, and from what you could tell, handled difficult situations well (like keeping his composure while getting humiliated by a third-wheel on his first date).

You tried to give the man a chance, clutching onto his redeeming qualities, but with each flaw called out, it felt like your attraction towards him drained.

You knew you had to be realistic. It’d been months of online dating, and you’ve met no one you were genuinely interested in. You were frustrated, near hopeless. You knew full well no one was perfect. Yet at this rate, you’d find nobody, not when you couldn’t stop holding every potential partner up to Soap. You knew no one would be as playful and fun as him, as loyal and strong, and you’ve accepted that. But after all these years, why couldn’t you let go of the fantasy of being with him, or even someone like him?

Soap wrapped a heavy arm around Daniel’s shoulder. “Mate,” he began.

Daniel turned to Soap, tearing his gaze away from your body disappearing as you rounded the corner. He took a large gulp of water, before looking back at Soap.

“Did I mention I’m Special Forces? I’m a Sergeant.” Soap watched as his eyes widened. ”We bench press recruits to warm up, usually about your size,” he added, nodding to himself.

“That’s wonderful,” he said, looking away.

He retraced his arm. “Och, I didn’t mean to scare you, pal! I thought we were getting to know each other. Daniel Harris, was it?”

Another uncomfortable chuckle. He didn’t remember mentioning his last name.

“Hey, you still live in Brentford, right? On Clifden and Brooks Road?”

This time he looked genuinely spooked as his brows shot up.

“Any plans yet for your wedding anniversary? October is fast approaching.”

Colour drained out of Daniel’s face. He stood. “I think I better go,” he croaked.

“Aww,” Soap cooed, the smug smile wider. “The very least you can do is pay for the meal, no?”

He pulled a few notes from his wallet with a shaky hand, placing them on the table.

“Och, away an bile ye heaid, pal!” Soap snapped, shooing him away. “Yer a fockin’ disgrace, ya prick!”

With that, Daniel quite literally bolted out of the restaurant.

You stayed in the loo for a few more moments, making peace with yourself as you regulated your breathing further. When you’ve cooled down enough, you walked back to the table with your head held high, determined to tell Soap to piss off as rudely as he’d interrupted your evening.

But Soap was the only one at the table, in Daniel’s seat, leaning back onto the booth. He smirked, his brow cocked. Before you sat down, you noticed the wad of cash, stark in the middle of the table.

“Where’s Daniel?” you asked, alarmed.

“Sorry, lass. He said something came up.” Soap shrugged. “He paid for the meal though. Good lad.”

Your stare narrowed at him as your fists balled on your sides, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Just before the first tear fell, you stormed off the restaurant, ignoring his calls for you.

Clouded with anger, you walked away far enough until it occurred to you you had nowhere to go. Daniel had picked you up for the dinner and you were left with not even the satisfaction of slamming your own car door shut and screaming to your heart’s content in private. You stopped, knowing Soap had followed you close behind, recognising the distinct thud of his boots.

“Hey,” he muttered as he approached you, a hand almost touching your shoulder, but decided against it.

You wiped your tears with the back of your hands before turning to him. “What’s your problem, Johnny! This is not the first time you’ve ruined my date!”

He softened as he saw your tear-stained cheeks. “Lass, I’m just looking out for you.”

“I told you, if you have anything to say, say it civilly not during the date. You keep embarrassing me!” You couldn’t help raising your voice, more tears flowing out. “At this point, I think you just don’t want to see me happy. I’m trying fucking hard here, Johnny! Just because you don’t want a relationship, doesn’t mean you get to ruin my chances.”

He blinked, the air still between the both of you.

“I’m sorry, lass,” he said, eyes on the ground in remorse. “You know that’s not true.”

You hated how pretty his lashes looked. “No, you’re not fucking sorry,” you spat, wiping at your tears again. “Seriously, what’s your problem, Johnny? Are you scared we won’t be friends anymore? I’m royally sick of this. You’re making me fucking miserable.”

His gaze snapped to you, equally fervent now. “Me? I make you miserable?” he repeated in disbelief. ”Ye know wha ma’ problem is?” His head cocked to the side. “Ma’ problem is tha I fockin hate hearin those Tinder pings an knowin it’s nae me who’s makin ye smile at yer phone!”

Soap’s accent always got thicker whenever he got fired up. You usually understood him regardless, but this time you frowned. What you heard was so outrageous, you second guessed your hearing.

“Am fockin sick of seein the lot of arseholes ye meetin, when am right here!” He gestured at himself. “Wha the bloody hell do all these blokes hav tha I daen’t?”

“Johnny,” you said tentatively, taken aback by the sudden change of demeanour. “What are you on about?”

“Why are ye so blind tae me?” he softened. “I thought I made myself clear. All these years I’ve been trying to get you to notice me, to see me as more than a friend.”

Your eyes widened, not believing what tumbled out of his mouth. You watched as his lips parted, his chest moving under his crisp white shirt. For the longest time, you had wanted him to wrap his strong arms around you, pull you close against his broad chest before pressing his sweet lips on yours. And here you finally were, hearing the words you previously could only imagine from him.

“I like you too, Johnny,” you muttered against his neck, arms wrapping around him.

You heard the smile in his sigh.

First fanfic. Would appreciate feedback and constructive criticism. Thanks :)

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espresseo-cafe · 4 months

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a kiss & a dress shirt | johnny | oneshot

genre: syrup, fluff, valentine’s day special

pairing: johnny x fem!reader

bean count: 4.4k+

a/n: not me crying in singleness while writing this 🥹this fluffy coffee was meant to be posted a day ago but i kept rewriting because i wasn’t satisfied and now it’s longer than i expected lmao 👀 anyway enjoy my very late valentine’s day gift for you my beans ☕️💚

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people have been talking about the popular trio in your year. they even got other students from different universities seeing them outside the gates after classes.

among the three of them were the handsome and musically talented lee taeyong, the smiling sunshine and varsity football player nakamoto yuta, and the ever sexy, volleyball loving sweetheart photographer johnny suh.

they were always the talk of the campus since freshmen year and their presence emitted a strong pull that you only knew how celebrities did. were they that attractive? yes. although the trio were indeed popular, most of them were gushing on the so-called “twins”: taeyong and yuta, with the latter being a transferee from osaka, japan.

the third one, however, didn’t have everyone’s eyes on him as much as taeyong and yuta. he was still talked about though, and they’d talk about johnny suh being the sexy one out of the three and only loved- and i quote: only talked about his bread-like abs during sport events.

it was a biased statement and agreed consensus that everyone had to which you beg to differ. there was so much more to him behind than his muscular physique, you guessed.

as the recent saying goes: “in every trio, there is��”and in this particular trio in your year, johnny suh, who hails from chicago, was the one to have got your attention the most. he was your type, so much that he was the only one you noticed behind the sparkles that shone around the other two.

johnny simply stood out. and quite literally. he was mysterious like a cat, but aggressive like a tiger in the court.

you weren’t one to be so smittened with just anyone. your heart has never been swayed this much as far as you could remember. because you- out of your friend group at least- was hard to please and very choosy.

mina at the moment asked how you managed to have a crush on johnny. and you smiled so stupidly recalling how he stood in front of you and used his hand to block a powerful spike that nearly hit your face.

you remembered the gush of wind that swept in front and his perfume that was oddly refreshing despite it being mixed with sweat. looking up, there was one feature of his you definitely liked. and you simply answered, “he.. saved me from a spike.”

and by the time you looked up at her while your fork spun around the pasta, never have you ever seen mina with an expression that was close to a meme.

“that’s it?” she put down her spoon. “you fell in love because of that?”

you rolled your eyes, “i’m not in love with him, it’s called a crush. they’re different.”

she giggled softly, “well it’s leaning towards that, y/n. i’m glad you finally opened up your heart this time.”

lisa laughed at that comment, “clearly at someone real and not a fictional character. johnny’s in my photography major. he’s usually alone but he got people staring at him more than the actual professor in every lecture.”

“and you’re telling me this because?” you chewed on your food but still maintaining eye contact with her.

“because despite being the “sexy one”, i heard he’s single and is planning to ask someone out in our year for valentine’s.” lisa shrugged and snorted at how you choked on your meal hearing that.

mina gave you a glass of water and lightly slapped lisa’s shoulder, “you good? i mean, y/n, this is your chance to ask him out too.” making you cough on your drink. your best friends turning to each other and giving each other a high-five.

“they’re probably just baseless rumours, girls.” you wiped your mouth, trying to ignore whatever they were saying.

though at the back of your mind, going on a date with johnny suh was a wishful thinking. you guys were friends to begin with, acquaintances rather, through lisa and taeyong’s relationship.

the faint cheers and giggles from your table had johnny’s group of friends looking. taeyong smiled at his girlfriend lisa, who was obviously aware with the fact she might’ve told you about how johnny’s current relationship status was.

yuta nudged the sides of taeyong’s waist, “you think johnny will ask any of lisa’s friends? we could go on a triple date this year.”

taeyong sipped from his juice box, his doe eyes never leaving her side profile. “you bet, johnny’s already decided on who to take for valentine’s.”

yuta crossed his arms, his black nail polish evident on his fingers. he grinned while he stared at a certain someone. “he better not take mina, i got dibs on her.”

“who says i’m taking mina?” the guys immediately turned around to see johnny behind them. johnny took a peek the girls they just conversed about. “i’ll be asking y/n out for valentine’s.”

the two snickered at him, “about time. but you say it as if it’s your first valentine date ever.”

“please, i was asked more than you two combined but i expected that they always want one thing. so i declined.” johnny pointed out blankly and the guys knew already.

“shoot, a one night stand after the date?” yuta licked his lips before breaking out in a laughter. “well someone’s choosy. you are built better than us so i get what the girls want.”

johnny just smirked at the ridiculous claim he has heard quite a number of times. for once, he just wanted to have a normal date. the previous dates he went on before weren’t what he wanted or even looking for.

taeyong put his bag on the bench while they all sat around the table. “so what made you decide on taking y/n this year?”

johnny’s reddening ears caught the guys beside him off guard. that alone already confessed so many things. “i like her.. like a lot. i think it was since the beginning of the semester.”

taeyong’s smile faded when he felt that johnny was serious. and he knew whenever his best friend johnny is that serious about something, he’d do anything to make his point clear.

yuta, on the other hand, was just enjoying what he sees and decided to tease the boy a little more though he was quite scary. “so that’s why you did that move? when you saved her from the spike a while back?”

johnny coughed on his lunch, he was busted. never had he experienced anyone putting him on the hot seat before because that was his job in the first place.

the boys decided to tease him further more the whole lunch by saying you were probably asked by other guys already because today was the 13th. johnny’s eyes widened realising he’s lost track of time.

you should still be available, right?

his eyes searched for you, hoping you were still around and definitely still have the 14th vacant for him. he felt his heart beating out of his chest and didn’t stop its speed when he spotted you laughing with lisa and mina.

he didn’t care what other people would think. he knew the effect he had on almost everyone by being the tall, sexy, young man he was referred to.

but they wouldn’t know the effect you had on him at all.

they wouldn’t know how much he liked you. til today.

so he stood up, putting his nervousness behind him and walked up to where you were. “y/n.” you looked up to the sweet voice that called your name, so mesmerised with the fact that your crush is literally in front of you.

whispers and chatters of students around the cafeteria made you nervous. you knew johnny though you thought you were dreaming, you couldn’t stop thinking about one thing: ‘why me?’

johnny’s hand reached into his pocket and took out four tickets. those you recognised as movie and amusement park tickets respectively. “i don’t normally do this so i’m just as nervous as you are..” he scratched the back of his head, ears as red as his cheeks. “y/f/n, will you be my valentine this year?”

mina and lisa squealed in a happy panic while shaking each other’s shoulders, with lisa taking a photo to commerate a historical moment. “this is it!”

your ears heated up and your eyes never left his face. johnny too, couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. you were beautiful in a way he couldn’t explain. sure, you weren’t exactly his type before but now he was certain you ticked all of his boxes.

blinking a bit, your mouth couldn’t stop quivering into a smile. you were so lucky today.

johnny didn’t like the suspension that he was almost breaking into a sweat. were you going to say yes-

“yes.”

he gasped, and he bit his lip. “y-yes?”

“mhm.”

johnny curled his fists and punched one into the air. “oh my g- yes!” hearing his friends behind him howling and cheering, he sighed a puff of relief. then he regained his composure and said rather confidently, “thank you. i’ll pick you up tomorrow at 10am?”

“the movie’s at 9, johnny.” you shook the tickets before standing up to go to your next lecture. “so i’ll see you earlier then.”

he watched your figure leave the cafeteria with your friends, giving him a small wave and a smile. and he was dazzled. his crush on you was getting somewhere.

other girls ran up to him and blocked his way with questionable faces and tried to hand in their letters and chocolate to him.

“johnny, why did you ask y/n? i’m better!”

“she’s a nobody!”

“you could’ve asked me instead!”

“so unfair!”

“ugh do i have to wait next year again?”

taeyong could see the discomfort in johnny’s face but still found it funny how he never broke eye contact at you.

“boy’s smittened.”

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lost in thought, you weren’t sure how long you were standing in front of your full length mirror so early in the morning. sighing, you should’ve listened to lisa last night to wake up early.

and now she’s nagging at you with a toothbrush in her mouth. “what did i tell you? we’re all dressed up but you.”

you rubbed your eyes to remove the sand that built up overnight. “yeah but my clothes got dirtied by mina and her coffee.”

mina gasped as she curled her hair, pointing her curler at you. “in my defense, who puts their outfit on the dining table?”

raising your hands, you admitted defeat. “me, okay? i woke up late. so save me a lecture.”

the girls laughed, they knew you were nervous as heck for your first ever valentine’s date. it was a first that johnny himself asked someone out in public even though he was a very private person. but they also knew how you and johnny suh were a good match. it was undeniable.

so lisa took something out from a paper bag and gave it to you, saying to save it for tonight.

taking a peek at the item, you screamed in disgust and threw it back to her. “lisa!”

“what?” she laughed, her pearly whites and smile was so contagious that it made mina laugh as well. “might as well get on with it!”

you slammed the table with your hands, “ha? i’m not that vulgar! i’m as innocent as an angel!”

mina snorted like a pig would do and disagreed with you. “says someone who was staring at his shirtless volleyball pictures on instagram last night.”

your cheeks heated up so much that it crawled straight to your ears. “i- i’ll go get ready.” walking away to your bedroom to look for something else to wear. good thing you had a back up outfit.

“yuta texted, said that they’d pick us up in thirty!” mina turned her screen off after reading the notification.

“shut up mina!” your voice behind the door made her shake her head in satisfaction.

“the pressure’s real now, isn’t it, y/n?”

“mina said they’re almost ready.” yuta put his phone in the pocket of his jacket. then seeing johnny checking himself out on the rearview mirror as he drove to your shared apartment with the girls. “dude, chill, you look great.”

johnny smirked before parking briefly. as he and the guys went out of the car, you three came into sight all dressed up. and he swore he actually took a step back when his eyes set on you.

you sported a light lilac puff sleeved dress that had a knot around your waist. the ruffled hem of the dress reach an inch & a half above your knees. and you paired the whole outfit with white sneakers and a light yellow headband.

johnny blushed, and he feigned an innocent cough to cover up his growing flustered reaction. this.. this was what he meant with how you had that effect on him. he was quick enough to change his expression before the rest of the group looked at him.

mina, yuta, lisa, and taeyong looked at the both of you and just realised how your outfits matched. johnny’s outfit was similar with yours; an oversized purple dress shirt, a white tank, cashew coloured pants, a pair of white sneakers, and ending the whole fit with a pale mustard yellow bag.

johnny freaking suh was dashing this morning.

“we didn’t plan this, did we?” johnny broke the silence, before walking towards you.

he brought his hand out, asking permission to hold yours. you pressed your lips together and did what he requested. strangely enough, his hand had a very nice warmth.

he pulled you closer to his side, putting his arm around your shoulders gently. you could hear your heart ringing in your ears. he was too close for comfort but for crying out loud, he wasn’t just any person, he was johnny suh; the guy you very much liked.

“we’ll be late for our breakfast movie date, see you guys later at night.” he signaled his friends and yours, shaking his car keys on his free hand.

while you both turned to a corner a few streets away from your building complex, johnny released his hold on you. stunned, you saw how tensed he was after acting all tough.

that amused you a lot. because behind that intimidating and manly exterior, was a soft and nervous guy on a date.

you wouldn’t say you were any different either, because you were just as tensed as he was. “you okay?”

johnny finally looked at you, “sorry, i’m not usually like this.”

then it hit you.

“is this your first valentine’s date?”

“a proper one, actually.” johnny sighed while looking at his watch, “crap we got ten minutes ‘til the movie starts.”

your eyes widened and didn’t think for a second,. “well we don’t want to be late now, do we?” looking at the town just a few blocks away. “i’ll race you.”

johnny was in shock and broke out into a cackle. “okay. but don’t blame me if you lose.”

“don’t underestimate me, suh.” you grinned, already sprinting away from him. gosh were you happy you chose to wear sneakers today.

the movie was a re-showing of spiderman: no way home. and you heard that johnny was a huge spiderman fan. luckily for him, you were into movies from marvel. except for the recent ones, we don’t talk about those.

after the morning date, johnny had everything planned out. the next agenda was to go for a stroll in the park to take photos and to your surprise, he really lived up to his reputation.

you’ve come to learn that johnny got this passion from his mom, who also took great photos of him when he was younger.

johnny looked at his camera’s viewfinder and spotted you smiling under the rising noontime sun. he hitched a breath, you were so beautiful, and he found himself falling in love even more.

“you hungry? it’s almost lunch time.” you asked him, breaking him out of a daze.

“yeah!” his voice came out all funny, “i booked seats at a restaurant just there.” he pointed at a crowded street. “you good with sushi?”

he was sure his heart melted when you jumped in excitement. “omg i love sushi! let’s go!”

as you walked to the crowded street, johnny felt stares at him that made him uncomfortable. you weren’t oblivious to this though, your sharp eyes caught how even random ladies your age would fuss over the model like young man beside you.

hearing whispers on how handsome he looked and how he was an ideal type for all, you knew he was tensed. so you didn’t think twice to hold his hand and pulled him, walking across the crowd.

it was like how you knew his mind was occupied, johnny felt at peace when he felt your hand on his. “i heard we could get a discount if we go in as a couple.. for today.” he heard you say and your eyes smiled at him. “you good with that?”

finally, a considerate question. someone who apparently spotted his vulnerable self and someone who actually cared for him. you were so different than the previous dates he’s had.

“yeah.” he smiled at you, staring at your tinted lips that called onto him. then he mentally slapped himself for thinking that so early.

lunch was actually quite enjoyable, johnny kept the conversation going and he was unexpectedly funny. putting in one-liners and cracking a couple of jokes filled your stomach with laughter more than the food itself.

he was attractive, loved and intimidated by many, and he was idolised by many sport enthusiasts. to see your crush take you out for valentine’s and witness how he really is in person was something you’d like to keep. and he was just a normal goofball.

a cute kind of goofball.

“if you stare at me for too long i might as well kiss you.” he teased you while he plopped a sushi in his mouth.

“with that salmon sashimi in your mouth? no thanks.” you teased back, catching johnny off guard and he coughed. you chuckled and gave him a glass of water. “sorry about that.”

“that was unexpected.” he cackled, “but that only told me that you’re willing to kiss me.”

you only shook your head, “maybe. maybe not.”

again johnny was taken aback by you, did you have feelings for him for you to say such a thing? today was a friendly date, but would things be different if you both actually have mutual feelings?

he didn’t want to get ahead of himself yet he hoped something good would happen today.

“bill please.” johnny gestured to the waiter, taking his wallet out. his peripheral vision caught you taking your pouch out as well. “it’s okay, y/n, my treat.”

“but-”

“i know about the half and half payment situation going on. but since it’s valentine’s day, let me treat you.” placing his card underneath the receipt book.

“okay, but it means you’re treating me the whole day though.”you closed your wallet, smiling regrettably at him.

johnny just smirked, “unless i score another date with you.”

your cheeks heated up again. smooth, johnny suh. “alright.”

“let’s go to the amusement park?” he stood up, letting you go first to exit the restaurant.

you nodded excitedly, today was going to be a long day for you.

for the whole afternoon, you and johnny rode quite a lot of rides there was in the amusement park. even stopping for a cotton candy and a churro snack break in some of them. and just like johnny, never had you ever experienced a date as fun as this.

two of the last things you both did were the game stalls and bump cars. he bluffed saying that he’d win you a teddy bear even though he really liked it. it was then you found out that he loved stuffed toys. it should’ve been a turn off but for you, it wasn’t. it was actually adorable.

you both ended up carrying two giant teddy bears after being competitive with each other.

johnny brought out his digital film camera and took shots to remember the whole event. he was enjoying himself and couldn’t wait to actually have more with you- if there was going to be more anyway.

he knew he was in love you for the longest of time he knew you. and he couldn’t help but think you did as well. he loved the way you still looked so pretty after you hair was in a mess during the bump cars, smiling and having fun with him.

getting off the bump cars while the sun painted a hue of pink and orange, you both walked towards the turnstile to exit. he checked his phone for a bit while when he noticed people looking at your behind.

until he spotted a bright red stain on your dress. you probably didn’t know you had your period today. locking his phone, he took off his dress shirt and wrapped it around your waist.

for the bystanders who witnessed this, it felt like slow motion that it was a scene worthy to be penned for a romantic movie.

you gasped a bit at the very close proximity with him. “johnny?”

“excuse me for this y/n.” he said softly by your ear. “you’re on your period, so i had to cover your back before more people see it.”

his low velvet voice gave you goosebumps and then realised how embarrassing it was to have him do that. when your eyes met with his, his apologetic smile made you fluster so much.

what you didn’t expect was the now sleeveless johnny- was just as flustered as you were. not sure how long you were staring at his beautiful brown eyes, also at his plumped lips. you decided to break the awkward silence.

“oh my gosh.” you covered the lower half of your face. “i need to go buy sanitary napkins.”

johnny coughed briefly before letting go of your waist. “.. right. i’ll wait for you when you’re done.” taking one of the bears while the other one sat on the bench.

making your way to the girls’ toilet after purchasing a pack of napkins, you slapped your cheeks in embarrassment. your period should’ve arrived after the date. now johnny had to walk around in his tank top for the rest of the evening without his dress shirt.

his dress shirt.. ah whatever. you told yourself.

johnny’s expression lit up when he saw you exiting the toilet, still feeling bad for you but eased up when you smiled. “well since i do have my period, i’m suddenly hungry.”

he snapped his fingers and laughed at your reaction on everything. “great, one last hurrah. i booked a reservation at a french restaurant. heard ladies shouldn’t consume anything oily.”

your mouth went agape as he skipped away with the two teddy bears. “but i was craving for burgers and fries!”

“well you’re having baguette and framboise tonight, young lady.” he called out and laughed once again. and that actually made you chuckle.

“you pronounced ‘framboise’ wrong!”

after you both finished your meal at the fancy french restaurant, you still felt bad about his dress shirt while he must’ve felt cold throughout dinner. it must’ve been stained by now. johnny was quick to pay attention, he licked his lips and rubbed his chin as you both walked back home.

so, the whole valentine’s day was productive; morning cinema and breakfast, a scroll in the park, lunch at a sushi restaurant, amusement park, and a french cuisine dinner. a total package. johnny really outdid himself on this one.

he wished today didn’t end so soon.

and so did you.

“i had fun today, johnny. thank you for being my first valentine ever.” you bit your lip while doing a repetitive tiptoe movement.

johnny ruffed your hair, “i’m glad you liked everything. i hope we can do more of this.”

your eyes lit up, he enjoyed your company. “definitely. but hope this-” you gestured to your ‘accident’, “- doesn’t happen again.”

“y/n, don’t worry about it.” he spoke out, letting you know it wasn’t any problem for him at all.

you scratched the back of your head, “thank you, and i’m so sorry, johnny. i promise to wash it and return it to you.”

he held your shoulder, “it’s okay. keep it. i’ve got an extra one.”

“maybe you just want me to remember about it.” you playfully rolled your eyes and johnny chuckled.

“or maybe i wanted to imprint you.” he stared at your face, then to your lips for a few seconds before laughing. “i’m kidding.”

he waited for an answer but you just blinked at him, looking at his lips that was the distraction the whole day. he took that as a cue that maybe you also wanted what he thought of too. but he didn’t want to act recklessly.

it was quiet for like ten seconds. and ten seconds felt like forever. you felt like your heart was going to explode and johnny felt a rush in him to just go for it.

he put down his bag and the stuffed toy, pulled you closer to him. his hand placed around your back and the free one by your jaw. your face was close to his and you both could feel the tension that was evident in the air.

and even though it was like that, you loved how johnny had the decency to ask your permission before anything.

“can i kiss you?” he asked softly, his eyes trailed to your lips once more before back to your eyes.

the way you were lost in his gaze, how your eyes moved its attention to his lips, and a small nod was already a signal for johnny to make his move.

the grip he had on you tightened a little and you both shared a kiss under the lamp post that was outside your apartment complex. you didn’t know long it was until you and johnny’s smart watches alerted, saying:

“detecting abnormal heart rate.”

stopping almost abruptly, you both caught your breaths after a mutual understanding of your unsaid feelings towards each other, you and johnny softly laughed.

“does this mean we’re official?” you asked nervously, holding his forearms. johnny pinched your cheek as he hugged you gently, swaying you both around and you sniffed in a quiet laughter in his chest.

“well y/n, we’ve already imprinted on each other so.. yes, we’re official. my valentine.”

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multifandomworldsposts · 8 months

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omggg I know he lost in the poll but your HAVEEE to do ponyboy for kinktober🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Day 23 of Kinktober: Running Away With Ponyboy Curtis

Pairing: Ponyboy Curtis x fem!reader

Warning: sexual harassment, fighting, unprotected sex,

Y/N’s POV

Ponyboy’s life has been hard since his parents accident, his older brother accusing him in shit that doesn’t involve him, struggling with bills, and the socs.

I’m a soc but I hate a lot of the people who are in the socs, Cherry’s boyfriend Bob, he’s such an asshole to me and of course, the greasers. Some socs are sweet except for some.

One night, Dally, Pony, Johnny, and I went to the drive-in. We go to the seats and I see Cherry with Marcia and I sit next to them. Dallas starts to flirt with Cherry, Johnny, Pony, and I kept on telling Dallas to stop harassing her and of course Dallas ignores us. Eventually Dallas leaves, so Ponyboy and Johnny sits next to us. I feel safe around Pony but a lot of docs say that the greasers are dangerous, I know them some are dangerous but some aren’t and that the gang I know. Dallas comes back with food and drinks, he gives Cherry throws her drink at him and things get heated, Dallas tries to harass her again, Johnny tells him to stop, Dallas gets pissed off and he looked like he was about to beat something or someone but he walked away.

Eventually, the girls, Ponyboy, Two-bit, Johnny and I leave the drive-in and the socs came to us to start trouble.

“Y/N!? What are doing?” Randy says.

“Being with someone who isn’t you guys.” I said.

Bob and Randy look so pissed but Cherry stops them, Cherry tells us we can leave so we leave. Ponyboy takes me home, of course my parents are pissed that I missed my curfew, which it’s fucking stupid.

3 AM

I hear pebbles on my window so I go check who it is and it’s Ponyboy looking upset. I unlock my window and see what’s going on.

“Pony what’s the matter?” I whisper.

“Darry, he hit me. Run away with me.” He says.

“But, what about my parents?” I look behind me.

“I can’t go anywhere without you Y/N/N, please run away with me.” He says.

I look at him, I’m sorry mom and dad, I love you but, Ponyboy needs me. I grab a jacket and Pony catches me from the window and we ran to a park and I see a mustang in the distance, I hope to god it’s not the socs.

I see Bob, Randy, and the other guys I forgot their names walking towards us. Ponyboy protects me from them, shit goes down by Pony almost getting drowned and I almost get sexually assaulted. I get crazy by grabbing a knife and stabbed Bob, I stabbed my best friend’s boyfriend. Pony wakes up and he looks at me with some blood on me and he looks to see Bob dead.

“Y/N, what happened?” Pony asked.

“He tried to kill you and he tried to sexually harass me, so I killed him, I’ve never done this before.” I shakily said.

“We need to get out of here.” He said.

“But where?” I ask.

“I know where to go.” He says.

I believe him. We go to the bar where Dally lives and we tell him everything on what happened a couple hours ago. Dally takes us to his bedroom and he gives us clothes which surprisingly felt so warm. Dal tells us where to go to an abandoned church, so we go to where he said where to go. While we were in the train car, I almost fell asleep in Pony’s arms. He woke me up to tell me we’re at the location where the church is at. I made Pony ask a farmer where the church is and finally got to it. To be honest, I love abandoned places, but I hope we don’t get caught but we’re in the middle of nowhere.

“I’m glad that we’re finally alone.” I say looking around.

“I’ve been wanting to be alone with you for a long time.” He wraps his arms around my waist.

I look at his face and I see those doe eyes, I love him but my parents and the socs think he’s dangerous because of who he’s hanging out with but some of them are so sweet. Pony kisses me, I kiss him back, I turn my body to face him, he holds me tight to make us lay on the floor to make out, we were like this for hours, him giving me hickeys, me moaning, him kissing my body, and me tugging his hair.

While we were there, we dyed our hair, I turned mine into black color and I turned his hair blonde, which he looks cute in blonde without greasy hair.

Dallas visits us and gives Pony a letter from Soda. Dallas tells me that there’s missing posters of me everywhere in town, I can’t believe that’s happening. Dallas takes us to Dairy Queen which I really miss the food. We go back to the church which is on fire. Pony and I save the kids.

We go to the hospital and Pony and I are at the waiting room and Darrel and Sodapop come in so Pony ran to them. My parents come in and they look disgusted on what they’re seeing, my changed hair and seeing Ponyboy looking beat up.

My parents kick me out so the Curtis’ said it’s okay for me to live in with them. Again I’m happy that I’m with Ponyboy, he just makes me so happy and he makes me feel safe.

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olivia091108 · 2 months

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Farmers daughter

Summary:Johnny goes home and meets his new neighbours daughter

Pairing:Johnny Knoxville x reader

Word count:2.4k

I had just finished filming the last episode of jackass and I’m heading down to see my folks in Tennessee for a few weeks.

My dad pick me up from the airport and drives us home it’s not too long of a drive but I know I’m almost there when the houses are all miles away from eatch other. We pull up and i get out and grab my bag and walk in with dad to see everyone.

I walk into the house and as I set my bags down ma is already pulling me into a hug telling me she hasn’t seen me in so long and telling me that I’ve missed a lot of things.

Johnny I’m so glad your home I hope you don’t mind but we have a visitor here right now but I want you to meet him. She pulls me into the living room and sitting there is a middle aged couple

“Johnny this is Albert and carol they’re our neighbours” she tells me and I shake their hands “this is my son Johnny the one who went to Hollywood”

“That’s exciting what are you doing all the way down there trying to become a movie star”carol asks me excitedly

“Yeah well I’ve actually just finished my show on mtv you might’ve seen it.”

“We don’t have a tv it shows very graphic things we just keep up with the paper” I nod finding it odd they don’t have a tv but carry on talking to them

“So Johnny how old are you?

“Im 27 sir”

“Oh your only a year older than our daughter” she turns to ma and says “she’s sorry she couldn’t make it she’s very busy at the moment”

“Oh it’s alright I’ll see her soon Johnny can you help me in the kitchen for a second”

I follow mum into the kitchen and she talks quietly “Johnny do you think you can go round and help Albert with sone jobs he isn’t strong enough for them and I promise by the time you come back I’ll have your’e favourite dinner all dishes out”

Yeah ok ma she kissed my cheek and I ask Albert if he needs any help and he brings me up on my offer and I follow them on the walk to their house.

As we approach their house it’s not as big as ours but it looks cosy and as Albert leads me round the back of the house towards the barn he begins to mutter.

“Y/n you need to quicken your’e pace and stop daydreaming or you won’t be able to finish your chores in time”

I wonder who he’s taking to as all I see is clothes and a white bedsheet hanging on the line drying. A hand quickly moves the sheet to the side and reveals a gorgeous young lady this must be there daughter.

She’s absolutely breathtaking she has lovely tanned skin wearing a white float top and denim shorts and long hair cascading down her back with small braids dotted around.

Sorry dad I was away with the fairies I’m almost finished then I’ll head to the bar- I so sorry I don’t know where my manners went I’m y/n nice to meet you she shakes my hand and I realise I’ve just been gawking at her and quickly tell her my name with a smile.

“He’s just here to help with a few things he’s Margaret’s son.”

“Of course she has not kept quiet about you saying your’e some big movie star.”

“Y/n finish this and meet us at the barn”

I nod and get back to hanging the washing and as Albert ushers me to follow him I can just about drag my eyes away from her.

Once Albert has explained everything he wants me to do he leaves the barn but I hear him begin talking to y/n who ahs just arrived

“Y/n i dont want any funny business with you and that boy alright young lady”

“Of course not dad”

“Good make sure you finish all your chores or you won’t have any supper”

As y/n walks in I quickly look back at my task and pretend I hadn’t heard their whole conversation. I work on fixing the stable door while y/n does her chores and silence fills the barn other than the occasional noise form the animals.

“Your’e show is really funny” her voice sounds like honey dripping with sweetness

“I thought you didn’t have a tv”

Well we don’t but when I go round and have supper with Margret it’s always on she’s really proud of you yknow.

I smile at her and let the words echo through my head.

Sorry if my mas a little bossy I’m sure you have better things to do tan have dinner with her every week.

“No no that’s not what I mean I love going round your folks are so kind to me”

We keep on chatting with y/n following me round while I do my jobs completely abandoning her own until I have finished and are ready to head home just intime for dinner.

She takes my wrist and looks at my watch seeing it reading 5:40. Oh Christ I’ve gotten so distracted she quickly rushes round the barn trying to complete her chores and I watch her as I’m about to leave I feel guilty especially after what her father said if she doesn’t finish. I dismiss my hunger and offer y/n help

No you should get going I don’t want to keep you you’ve only just gotten back. She says while carrying a bucket of water in one hand and some hay tucked under her arm to the animal penns.

“It’s probably something like meatloaf anyway” I begin to take water and give it to each animal and in 20 minuets we had finished them all and began to walk back to ge house

As we arrive just outside her back door she climbs on her tiptoes and wraps her arms round my neck and thanks me telling me how much trouble she would’ve gotten in if it weren’t for me and she planted a kiss on my cheek and pulled back with a smile before entering the house waving me a goodbye

I smile to myself and walk back home the only thing being on my mind was her.

The next day it’s the hottest It’s been for a while and after hanging round the house I soon become bored when there isn’t anything good on tv there’s only about 20 channels on our tv and half of them are the news. Mum asks me if I can go into town to get a few bits for her.

Ma I’m going to go round to Albert and carols to see if they need anything I’ll be back in and hour I shout upstairs to her and leave the house. While I’m waking all I’m thinking about is y/n she’s honestly like a ray or sunshine everything about her seems to take my breath away.

When I reach their house I knock on the door and carol answers and I ask her if she needs anything from town

That’s very kind I’ll write you a list would you mind taking y/n with you she doesn’t get to go into town much.

Of course ma’m that wouldn’t be a problem I tell her feeling my heart speed up a notch.

She should be down by the lake it’s behind the barn she points out to me and I walk down there and see no sign of her until she rises up to the surface from under the water.

I walk closer and stand on the bank of the lane admiring her even if I can only see the back of her head.

“hey y/n” I call over to her and she turns around and holds up her hand to block the sun not seeing who I am then a smile breaks onto her face

“Hi Johnny what you doing here is my dad trying to get you to do more jobs for him?” she asks me swimming over and it only occurs to me now that she’s not wearing any kind of clothes and I suddenly feel very shy

I turn round giving her some privacy and say. “I’m sorry I didn’t know you were naked I came over to see if you wanted to come into town with me I’d be bored going alone” I say loudly so she can hear me.

“It’s alright I don’t mind it’s natural” she says and I slowly turn my head to see what she’s doing and she’s climbed out the water now and slipped on some knickers and a bra wich immediately gets wet as she hadn’t even dried herself and grabs a small checkered red top and some denim shorts.

“Let me get some money from the house cmon” she says and grabs a hold of my hand and quickly pull me towards the house. She runs upstairs quickly to grab her money and I collect the list from carol only having a few things on it.

“Has a handsome young man like you have a girlfriend yet Johnny?”

“No not yet ma’m”

“You know my y/n is single she hasn’t had a boyfriend in a long time” carol tells me

“Mum stop” she groans as she runs sos. The stairs jumping down the last two and saying a quick goodbye to her mum before we both walk out heading to town.

“Do you like being home or are you missing the movie star life she asks me”

“Nah I like being home seeing my folks and being in my own bed I like that I’ve met you as well” I say staring down at her

“I’m glad I’ve met you too I don’t have many friends we live so far from everyone I’m just stuck on the farm all day but I can complain I love hanging around the animals.” She beams

“Do you think you will ever leave”I ask her knowing I would be crazy if I was living in the middle of nowhere away from everybody

“I want to go travelling one day but I don’t think I’ll be able to”she says kicking stones along as we walk

“Whys that?”

Well dads getting old and he won’t be able to manage the farm for much longer and we really don’t have the money for it anyways.

We carry on talking all the way until we reach the town and I can see how excited she is and she’s wanting to go into every shop and I simply follow after her like some lost dog.

We walk into a candy shop and she buys a pick and mix bags with a few lollipops and we sit on a walk and share them and I notice the cinema. Opposite playing dazed and confused

“I love that film have you seen it” is at pointing to the title that’s in bold letter above the entrance. She shakes her head no way she has some kind of sweet in her mouth and quickly finishes it.

“I haven’t seen many films only when I go round your’e house I catch a few minutes of one. Can we go and watch it?”

“Yeah let’s go”we get off the walk and buy a ticket and I buy us a bucket of popcorn and we find our seats.

She seems to be enjoying the film and as much as I like the film my eyes aren’t in the screen they’re too focused on her. I lol down at her hand resting on the armrest and think about holding her hand but think she will find it weird I brush that idea off and tell myself to go for it and wait for the right moment.

While trying to watch the film I feel her smaller soft hand slide into mine softly squeezing it and my cheeks blush as red as our seats and look over at her to see what she’s doing but she’s too engrossed in the film to think anything of it she catches me staring at her and offers me the popcorn and I grab some and settle back in my seat and squeeze her hand a bit and savour this moment

Once the film has finished we levee the cinema and see that the sun is setting and we should get going home the whole way home she still hangs let go of my hand as we continue to talk and every word she says and everyone she smiles or laughs it just makes me like her even more

As we’re about to reach her house she says to me “Johnny I’m really glad that your here I was starting to go mad on that farm” she laughs at the last bit

“I’m glad too and maybe soon you can come visit me in LA I think you would really like it there”

“Yeah that seems nice”she says as we reach her house and she says goodbye and goes up her porch stairs now she’s just below my height before turning round and grabbing my face and pulling me in for a kiss.

I immediately kiss back and I can taste the sweetness of her lollipop on her lips and my hands wrap around her waist desperately trying to pull her even closer. As we both pull away I see her lips are pink and a bit swollen and she has a small blush coating her cheeks probably matching mine.

We hear her father shout out for her and we both chuckle a bit before she gives me one last kiss and going inside not before she gives me a small wave.

I don’t know how I’m gonna leave now that I’ve met her I think to myself

Hey guys I litch have been thinking about this since @kunntzsstuff @princessthatcantfuckingsleep and @pjknoxx posted their moodboards

Iike always feel free to request

-Liv

#liv’s writing #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville #jackass imagine #johnny knoxville x reader

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izgnanik-a · 6 days

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MerMay GhostSoap 3

// MDNI // read at your own risk //

Johnny didn’t say a word about his venture into the restricted room to anyone, not even his roommate. He was beyond terrified, and worried he’d lost his own mind, let alone be fired for going somewhere he wasn’t supposed to.

He didn’t get reamed out for losing his lanyard like he thought he would, but there were questions that he’d built a lie for. His lie was far fetched and they believed it, or maybe they just indulged his horrible lie because they didn’t care.

Johnny learned his lesson about keeping it around his neck, and stuffing it into his pocket. He outlasted the week trial period and soon he’d get his paper check, letting the others down with his presence. He hadn’t seen Garrick around but assumed he was due to see him.

The anniversary of his week and a half employment was rolling by when he saw him again, smiling bright as usual.

“Hey. Good to see you still stuck around here.” He stopped before him in the halls, a duffel bag he kept his tools in clinked at his side. “How are you holding?”

Johnny didn’t know what to say; he’d been scared out of his mind for the week on what he could’ve saw in the water. Even too afraid to stare too long into the tank and see his reflection morph again. He was considering leaving and never showing up again. But the pay was good, and he needed to pay rent.

He blabbered off some nonsense that had Garrick chuckling. He liked the sound of that noise. It filled the hallway until it was swollen with something.

“I’m just glad you came in today. It’s good to see you again.” To that, it sounded like he was leaving.

“Hey.” Johnny came to his side, stifling his movement. “I know I’ve already asked you about the tank and everything but — what’s in it?”

Kyle looked at him with some amused look. “Shepherd has a hobby for collecting rare things.”

Johnny blinked at him. “So you’ve told me.”

“Look, John.” Garrick’s tone became serious, but some airiness remaining to keep it lighthearted and friendly. “You’ve got a good job here. Good benefits. Sometimes you should let the questions roll off. I stopped asking questions a long time ago.”

“I can’t help it. It makes me me.”

“And I find that admirable.” Garrick hesitated to put his hand out, pressing his palm into Johnny’s shoulder. “But you don’t have to be brave here. Just — watch the tank. Okay?”

Johnny glanced between his dreamy eyes, and assumed this was some sort of complacency tactic. They sent the dreamy eyed man to strangle the lively, curious bunch back in line and no one would say a thing because he was charming. Siren-like.

Johnny did that for his shift. Sat at his desk, idling thumbing through the book he’d brought in, and not reading a single word. He fixed his eyes on the tank ahead of him.

Every time Kyle had come by, it had become somewhat cleaner, brighter, but still harboring that darkness that could only be seen within the crevices of the ocean. His mind began to drift of some otherworldly thoughts of angler fishes and dreadful prehistoric anomalocaris’ swimming around, — when a flicker of something white flashed in his eyes.

He brought his focus forward and watched a speck from within the water shine off the overhead lights. Johnny stood carefully, rounding the desk, and squinted his eyes.

The object beckoned him forward, curled its finger at him, and dragged him to the glass with his hands pressed up against it only to realize —

“My fucking lanyard.” He watched it float towards him like some ghostly sentient beast, sitting out of reach behind a pane of glass.

Just as he’d pressed his brow to his hands to stare into the water, the ID card came blaring at it into the glass with a thud and he was sent back flying. His thighs hit the desk, scraping against the ground, and he caught himself with his hands on the desktop.

The lanyard was wrapped within the clutches of a beast, dark speckled hands pressed into the glass where his had been moments before. A face stared out at him.

All those nightmares came back to him.

Reflective cat-like eyes bored into his, wide and double slitted when they blinked at him in a humanoid way. Where Johnny could see a burly chest, the rest of it vanished into the darkness behind it. What broke his sense of reality was the ghastly face, a glower that burned his fear, replacing it with frozen trepidation.

Johnny didn’t realize he was panting until the audio cut back over his hammering heart in his neck.

All logistics told Johnny that this was just a diver cleaning the tank out, his eyes were playing tricks on him because he got spooked. But there were gills along the side of the creatures neck, webbed skin between its fingers, an unnatural pattern of flesh that sheen blue and purple as its rear flexed behind it to keep it from sinking to the bottom of the tank.

And John fucking MacTavish’s ID in its claws.

He should scream.

Was he screaming?

Why didn’t he scream?

Why did it look at him like that?

Johnny felt himself slowly thawing out when the creature blinked at him for the nth time in the last four minutes. He gulped with a strain in his neck, a dull throb in the back of his thighs from hitting the desk. He straightened out carefully, not yet taking a leap of confidence in stepping closer to the tank.

The creature watched him, like a vulture watching an injured animal, waiting for it to croak before diving in. The lanyard buoyed in front of its chest.

Johnny gulped again to wet his dry throat. “That—“ his voice cracked as he shoved his words forward, “was not — nice.” He gave a startled noise to his own response. He pointed briefly at the lanyard. “That’s mine.”

The creature, unamused, tapped the face of the ID into the glass as if to say ‘eat shit, mine now’.

Why Johnny’s first instinct was to reprimand was beyond him. But it felt more natural than screaming his way out of the building in confused fear.

“You should be ashamed of yourself.” Johnny muttered again.

The creature’s eyes shut behind its double lids, but to Johnny —

“Did you just- you rolled your eyes at me? Didn’t you?”

It dropping his lanyard where he could see it, right at the edge, and turned around.

Johnny spotted the massive tail fin behind it, and he didn’t feel a sense of awe but his scolding was to be heard. He pressed up against the glass looking in. “Listen here you numpty, fish breath. If I had a word with you, I’d tell you my mind. I’m not finished with you.” He knocked his knuckles against the glass. “Get back here.”

Johnny looked to the small closet-like door that led to the top of the tank. Tempted to get a look at this thing up close, definitely not to get in the last word, he found himself unlocking the deadbolt and leaning over the ledge.

“Where are you, you hackit fish?” Johnny smacked his palm against the surface of the water, ripples being splashed against the wall and returning. “You’ve got plenty to say for someone who looks like my grandad’s baw.”

At the edge of the water by Johnny’s right, out dipped a head and a pair of eyes. Oblivious to the watchful splashes against his palm, if Johnny had been an injured fish, a predator would’ve snatched him up already.

He didn’t realize, by tapping the water, he was displaying a meal for a starved beast.

“That’s what I thought. You’ve got all to say when you’re behind a glass.” Johnny sat back on his haunches, hands on his hips. “Im never coming back here—“

Water splashed up against Johnny’s knees before he was reeling himself back against the chalked door, and a body emerged out of the water entirely. Johnny’s eyes laid on the torso and up of the beast who’d been swimming in the water only moments ago.

A scream strangled it’s way up his throat as he struggled to get his feet under him, and when he reached out to snag the door handle to bring himself to his feet — the creature snatched his ankles, forcing him on his back.

The unbelievable weight of it trapped him, cornered against the wet concrete underneath as droplets of freezing salt water sunk into Johnny’s clothes. He pressed his palms into the slick amphibious scales of it to try and pry space but it’s body pressed him further into the ground.

It’s face was in his, dripping, drooling, and Johnny gave a pathetic cry as he leaned his face away from the salty licked of water across his cheeks. Threatening to sting his eyes, he looked to the bucket encrusted with old blood and reached out to snatch it.

Looking to his hands, the bucket went toppling over as the creature snatch it and brought it closure. Food association with the bucket made it thrum, a cat-like trill escaping its chest as it peered in only to see nothing, but smelt the chum lingering on it. It ignored the bucket and turned its attention back on Johnny with disappointment.

“I didn’t mean it!” He cried out. “When I said you looked like my granddad’s baw, I was just kidding!”

The crushing weight on his stomach grew as its tail flapped against the concrete above Johnny’s feet with a PLAP. It’s slimy hands clasped the bottom of his jaw before turning his head left and right.

In deep surveillance, ignoring Johnny’s blabbering, it eyed the scaleless, gill-less, warm blooded creature. Having seen the creature who feeds it as well as cleans the tank as best as he can, it hadn’t been able to get close enough to the surface without being caught. This one, brave enough to taunt it, was interestingly shaped.

It leaned down to sniff at the creature’s flesh.

“I don’t even want the ID back! You can keep it-“ Johnny yelped as the creature ran a slimy tongue up the side of his neck to his temple. “I don’t taste good! I taste horrible! Please don’t eat me! I’m sorry!”

It turned Johnny’s head up, baring his throat before running sharp rows of teeth along his jaw. The salty taste of him was appetizing, it thought. But would he bleed easily?

Johnny cried, looking up to what looked like half a piece of a sardine. He put his hand up to snatch at the decaying thing, and pull it up by its tail. “Here!” He muttered.

Holding it between himself and the finned beast, it set its wide eyes on the sardine before bringing its human mimicked nose to it. The sound that escaped it was something of an excited chirp, and Johnny could feel the vibrations against his own belly.

Tilting its head rather gently to fit the fish in its two rows of teeth, it pushed down on Johnny’s chest, with Johnny grunting in pain, before hitching itself over the ledge and back into the water with a splash that threatened to soak all of Johnny.

Johnny, covered in water and fish slime, sat up baffled. He looked over the ledge to the dark water to see what appeared to be half human-half bioluminescent fish eating a sardine with its fingers. It was human in manner; blinking and eating in bites instead of whole, using its human arms to push up on the ledge and grab Johnny —

“This can’t be happening.”

His voice brought the fish’s attention back up, once it was spotted, and it sunk back deeper into the darkness of the water.

“What the—”

Next chapter coming soon

fic masterlist

#cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price mw2 #captain john price #kate laswell #cod mwiii #izgnanik-a #mermay 2024 #mermay

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some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too · 1 year

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hii could u do smth for the outsiders along the lines of : a s/o (for all of them if you can) who is rlly quiet and shy and are meeting the gang for the first time? (She also doesn’t have a good home life rn) and one day they find her all cut and beat up?

A/N: i wrote this as Dallas’s S/O if that’s ok just so i could put it in more of a story format so i could incorporate the second part. The ending is bad i couldn’t figure out how to close it up 😭 Also Dallas and Darry arr good friends don’t ask me why i just think they are.

Dallas Winston x a quiet S/O

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⚠️TW FOR ABUSE (Y/Ns parents in this aren’t that good so you’re warned)⚠️

“Don’t be as loud and wisecrackin as y’all normally are. Y/N is quiet and they ain’t got a good home life so it’s best to be gentle with them.” Dallas fidgeted with the ring on his finger while talking to the rest of the gang about his new partner, Y/N. “Dallas Winston tellin us to be gentle with someone. Now i’ve seen it all” Steve laid back in his chair and laughed. “Shut up Randle.” Dally hissed. He turned to Darry “Can you keep em all in order while i go get Y/N?” Darry smiled and nodded. “Sure thing Dal. I’ll make sure they don’t wreck the place” Dally nodded and jogged out the door and to the car

***

“Guys..this is Y/N.” Y/N waved at everyone with nervous smile. Sodapop smiled. “Well i’m Sodapop but you can call me soda, that’s Ponyboy and Johnny over there in the corner, this idiot beside me here is Steve, Darry is in the kitchen and Two-Bit isn’t here he’s sleeping off a hangover but he’s the wisecracker of the bunch.” He pointed out each member of the gang as he introduced them. “I’m Y/N. Dal told me a lot about y’all. You work in the DX, right?” Soda nodded “That’s me alright! Stevie here does too. Me full-time and him part-time.”

Dallas smiled. He whispered to Y/N that he’d be back in a minute and walked into the kitchen. “I think that went well.” He sighed as he hopped onto the counter near enough to where Darry was. “Sodapops keepin them entertained.” Darry put down what he was working on. “I’m glad, you were pretty nervous ‘bout them meetin the guys.” Dally smiled to himself “i was, but i think they’re doing alright with the guys.” He smiled to himself. “What were you saying about them not having a good home life?” Darry asked, his voice suddenly taking a serious tone. Dally fidgeted with his ring again. “Well their old man ain’t that good to them, wasn’t good to their mom either, but she left, Y/N stayed.” Darry nodded slowly. “I understand.” They both kept their eye contact for a moment before they went to join back with the rest of the gang.

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Over the next few weeks Y/N and all the boys grew quite close, especially Y/N and Sodapop. One day, when walking home from school, Johnny and Pony spotted Y/N unconscious on the street that the Curtis’ lived on. “Johnny you go inside and get Darry! I’ll stay here with Y/N. And call Dally while you’re in there.” Pony commanded, surprisingly un-panicked. Johnny ran off back to the house and soon after Darry came running out. “Where’s johnny?” Pony asked. “He’s inside calling Dallas. c’mon, let’s bring them inside.” Darry picked Y/N and carried them back into the house. he laid them down on the sofa and put a pillow under their head.

They came to in a few minutes. “What happened?” They looked around. “We aren’t sure Y/N. What can you remember before now? Did you get into a fight?” Darry passed Y/N some water, dragged a chair beside the sofa and sat down. Y/N looked down. “I got into a big argument with my dad..” Just then, Dally burst through the door. “Y/N!” He rushed over and grabbed their hand. “Are you ok? Johnnycakes told me you were unconscious.” Y/N smiled weakly “I’m a little better now that you’re here.”

Dally smiled back at them. “Was it your dad again?” Y/N nodded. “You gotta lot of cuts on ya. Dar do you have a first aid kit?” Dally asked. Darry nodded and went off to get it. “The cuts are just from falling. Most of the bruises too. My dad didn’t do that.” Y/N commented. Darry handed Dally the first aid kit and started to patch up Y/N’s cuts. He kissed them quickly on the cheek.

“Thank you. All of you.” Y/N looked around “i never really had anyone that cared as much as y’all.”

#the outsiders #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy x reader #darry curtis #darry curtis x reader #sodapop curtis #sodapop curtis x reader #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #steve randle #steve randle x reader #two-bit mathews #two bit matthews x reader

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tyongf-nct · 1 year

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Hey I'm pretty new to your account and I have read about 3 of your pieces and I could tell that the rest of your pieces are great!! So I just wanna ask for a hard dom Johnny please? I'm going through a Johnny phase and it's not okay☠️

(This is also like my first ever ask so don't mind if I sound weird lol)

anon…i’m cracking up reading these 🤣 thanks for putting a smile on my face. and welcome to my page! i’m glad you’ve liked what you’ve read so far, and thanks for reading the rules! even if you’re not regular, i’ll still tag this ask with your emoji just in case you want to reread the piece in the future ;) this was a pretty broad topic so i hope you enjoy what i did with it! 💕

(also, the johnny phase is so real)

dynamic: johnny suh x fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut, bdsm, hard dom!johnny, sub!reader, penetrative sex (female receiving), spanking, hair pulling, assertive language, 2nd person POV, lack of aftercare bc this is just a drabble and i’m lazy lol

The bed frame shuddered with a creak as Johnny slammed into you from behind, your joints struggling to keep you upright. His thick cock plunged in and out of you as you moaned loudly, a small string of drool escaping the corner of your mouth.

“Arch your back more,” he commanded. You complied, shuddering as he pushed deep inside you. The drag of his length sent sparks of pleasure radiating through your core. His big hands gripped your ass, kneading roughly in between slaps. Every few minutes he’d pull a hand back to smack you with enough intensity that the sound echoed loudly throughout the bedroom. You cried out, gripping the sheets beneath you for dear life as he fucked you roughly.

“Tsk, tsk,” Johnny tittered, “Always such a good girl for me. You listen so well,” he murmured. You whimpered, nodding as the haze of pleasure surrounded you. Johnny used one hand to slap your ass again, your skin stinging but the pain was welcome. The two of you were sweaty, skin sliding easily against one another as your elbows finally gave out and you flopped gracelessly onto your face. Johnny didn’t pause, fucking you as your cries were muffled into the pillow.

“Lift up,” his deep voice demanded, “I want to hear your sweet little moans.” You tried to push up onto your hands, but your muscles were lax with pleasure and you were unsuccessful. Johnny sighed loudly before grasping a handful of your hair and yanking harshly, the sting on your scalp pulling a yelp from you.

His mouth came close to your ear as he leaned down so his chest was touching your back.

“I said,” he whispered, “Let me fucking hear you.”

Sobbing, you nodded, unable to muster a verbal response. Johnny kept his hold on your hair and slammed into you with no mercy, groaning quietly as he neared his orgasm. You felt his cock pulse a few times before he spilled into the condom, curses falling from his lips. You clenched around him, chest heaving as he pushed as deep as he could go while he came.

The hand not holding your hair snaked around to the front of you, circling your clit until your legs shook as you climaxed dramatically, pussy still twitching around his cock.

“Fuck, so tight around me, baby,” he huffed a quiet laugh in admiration. You swallowed, small whimpers between breaths as you slowly came back down from that seductive high. Johnny slipped out slowly, the drag against your oversensitive center making you moan pathetically.

The early morning sunlight began to shine through the window, and you lay still to recover as sleep began to pull at you. Your eyes drifted closed and you felt the warmth of Johnny’s tall frame envelop you.

#asks #anons #tyongf-nct #nct #nct smut #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #johnny #johnny suh #nct johnny smut #nct johnny #nct smut blurb #nct 127 smut blurb #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #johnny suh x reader #johnny x reader #🐈

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writeforfandoms · 10 months

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I’m glad you liked my little forced raven shifter bit I was worrying it was too long 😅 (also idk why I’m using a raven for this, I just really like birds) 🫧 also I am really sorry about this rant again but it is 2am I can’t sleep and 🦐 struck gold here

It’s Price who extends the olive branch first. The bear shifter sees how crooked the new edition is, and reads her files to see that anything regarding her being a shifter is redacted. Laswell informs him that she is a forced shifter and he keeps it quiet.

He sees her as a little baby bird, isolated and struggling to understand her foreign body and new instincts. He leaves her a coffee every morning, which she seems to appreciate, but the perches he had installed around base go unused and he finds his peace offerings right where he left them at the end of the day. He’s confused, but undeterred, and decides to leave it for a while and see if she settles in herself.

It’s Gaz who tries next. He’d been a little unsettled at first, bristling when she first stepped onto base, but he soon came to the conclusion that even though she was… different, so we’re the rest of them. He paid attention to what she would eat and tried to fix her a plate, but she pushed him away and stopped turning up to the mess hall. That one hurt, and he didn’t understand why she wasn’t abiding by normal etiquette, but he talked to Price and decided to try being a little less pushy, instead offering her to join him on runs and sticking near her during training.

Soap has always been the most outgoing of the ragtag pack. When she arrived, he ignored her strange scent and wary stares and tried to throw an arm around her shoulder but she’d just jumped away and stared at him like a deer in headlights, fighting the urge to either tilt her head or peck him with a beak that wasn’t even there. Even after a couple of weeks she was still recoiling at him and while he was confused, he shrugged it off with a simple “it’s alright, Hen, I don’t bite” and a smile that showed too many teeth.

Ghost was a faceless operative with no trace of a backstory and an even less polite disposition. He wasn’t scared of her when she arrived, simply staring her down with stony eyes and squinting when she pushed Johnny away. He picked up immediately that she wasn’t normal, but wasn’t particularly phased. Her clinical scent wasn’t worse than being buried alive, after all. Despite this, Ghost was still a cheetah, known for being wary and skittish. He kept his distance, and didn’t say anything when she kept rolling her shoulders like she was ruffling wings or reaching to preen phantom pin feathers. He got used to her quickly, and while he was a little cautious of how detached and uncomfortable she was and how she would never shift, he did his best to respect her boundaries and stop Soap from tackling her in the mornings.

It came to a head when one morning, Soap decided to pull a harmless prank on their new edition. If he knew what would have happened, he would never have done it, but when he jumped out at her on a random Thursday morning, he wasn’t expecting the sound of bones snapping and flesh tearing followed by a screech. In her place, instead of a person in military gear, Johnny saw a pile of clothes with a raven sat atop it, screaming at the top of its avian lungs.

Then he saw it.

Her eyes were too large, her feathers were ruffled and covered in stress bars, and she was limping on normal foot and another with only two claws. He felt awful, but the damage had been done, and he was being pulled back by the collar by Ghost and Gaz was running to get Price. The raven made for the closest cover, underneath a cabinet they were all too big to get under, not trusting her wings to take her away.

It took Price the best part of half an hour to coax her out with soothing words and treats, and when she did finally hop into his hand he handed her a tab from a can, which confused her. Why did this trash seem like treasure? Why did she want it so much? He used her confusion to gently pet her head and start picking at the itchy keratin sheaths on her new feathers. He sighed, the little bird didn’t even know how to take care of herself.

At that point, the 141 took her in, vowing to work through her fears and teach her everything she needed to know.

MY HEARTTTTTTT

Okay but this right here is It. This is how it would go. Especially with a made raven? She's fighting so hard against her instincts and she's itchy all the time and she's so uncomfortable in her own skin that she has trouble connecting to people.

You are so absolutely spot on with these though, how each of them would act and react.

Price trying to give her treasure is so damn sweet I swear. Just. My heart can't take this it's so gooooooood

#🫧 anon #shifter au

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reds-skull · 6 months

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Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

Hello! I'm back! I planned the next 3 chapters on the plane, so I thought writing would be easier.

I was wrong. Chapter got hands. Anyways hope you enjoy more of concussed Soap lmao

Alejandro led them to the main complex, through a series of roads connecting the prison. Ghost kept an eye on the sky, watching Garrick shoot Shadows from above.

“Bravo!” the Sergeant radios in, “Shadows approaching your position, I don’t have a clear shot. Incoming from your 9, Ghost.”

He and Rudy exchange a look, “copy, keep thinning them out.” Ghost replies, taking note of Soap’s glassy stare.

“We got hostiles inbound?” Johnny asks excitedly, wiggling his fingers, “I’ll take care o’ them LT, you can kick back and relax-”

“Oh no, Sergeant,” Ghost grabs the strap on the back of Soap’s vest, “you’re staying right here with me until your head is screwed on right.”

He ignores Johnny’s useless attempts at persuading Ghost to let him go, and turns to the Vaqueros, “you can take care of a few Shadows, right? Me and Johnny can go check the CCTV.”

Alejandro smirks at the bumbling Sergeant in his hands, “you got it, hermano. We’ll meet you there.”

Rudy spots a soldier rushing towards them, running ahead and instantly freezing the Shadow. He grabs the rifle the unhuman dropped and cracks it down on the frozen soldier, shattering him.

The Sergeant Major throws the gun to Alejandro, shouting at Ghost and Soap, “go!”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Ghost drags Johnny towards the room he remembers marked ‘Security’ on Rudy’s map.

“I could’a destroyed ‘em oll in a second, Ghostie…” Johnny moans.

Ghost sighs for the twentieth time since entering the room, “I know, Johnny.” He notes of the several cells full of men in block B, Shadows swarming the halls. The Vaqueros.

Soap gives him what could be ‘puppy-eyes’ from the chair Ghost has put him in timeout in (his words), “yer so mean, Simon.”

He looks up from the monitor he’s been fiddling with to level his Sergeant with a stare, “I know. Now focus on healing your bloody brain so you can actually help.”

Soap opens his mouth to retort, but he abruptly closes it, eyes widening.

“...Johnny?”

Soap’s cheeks flush, “Simon, I am so sorry, I don’t know what teh fuck I was saying…” Johnny rubs at his eyes, “fuckin’ talkin’ about how pretty yer eyelashes are.”

Ghost huffs, smile stretching his hidden lips, “you said eyes before. Good to know you like those too.”

Johnny looks like he got caught with his pants down, before his usual sense of confidence takes over, “I can tell ye I like a whole lot more than just that-”

“If I have to hear you muppets flirt one more time, I’m going to consider staying in this fuckin’ shithole, fucking hell…”

“Price?!” Ghost and Soap exclaim together, “Where are you?!”

“Graves isolated me, the fuckin’ bastard…” the Captain grumbles in their minds, “you got Gaz with you, correct?”

“Yes sir.” Ghost confirms.

“Good. You two, get Farah and Alex out, they should be in block C. Graves got Shadows trained on Alex at all times to keep Farah in check, so you’ll need to work quiet and fast.”

Ghost switches cameras, finding block C and the two revenants.

Soap’s voice fills his mind, “what about you, Captain?”

“Kyle will get me, there’s a window right in front of my cell. Tell him to get to the tallest building, block A.”

“Copy, glad to hear you’re solid, Price.” Ghost gets off the computer, patting Johnny’s shoulder, “I’ll inform Vargas and Parra of the Vaqueros’ location and head for Karim and Keller.”

“Good copy. Keep yourselves safe.”

“Out here.”

Rudy and Alejandro meet them on the way out, both clearly frazzled and adrenaline-fueled. “Found anyone?” Rudy asks between pants.

“Vaqueros are on block B.” Ghost switches his comms on, “Garrick, Price talked to us, he’s on the top of block A, should be a window. Get him and meet us at-”

“The front gates.” Alejandro finishes, “there are several trucks for us to use, the Vaqueros will clear the way out.”

“Copy, on my way.” Gaz relays.

Soap checks his rifle’s ammo one last time, “me and Ghost’ll go for Farah and Alex, we’ll join the fight on the gates.”

Rudy pats both their shoulders, nodding assuredly, and turns to leave with Alejandro towards block B.

Soap smiles up at him, a dangerous edge to the way fire licks around his gun, “time for us to wipe out some Shadows, aye?”

Ghost smirks, “on you, Sergeant.”

Johnny is truly a thing of beauty on the field. A firestorm, unstoppable blaze, vaporizing dark figures as easily as breathing.

Ghost watches his six, taking down any stray Shadows making a move at him, but for the most part he gets to admire the Sergeant, the flowing way he explodes soldiers.

It would scare him, how beautiful Johnny is. If it wasn’t so distractedly brilliant.

“Clear!” Soap calls ahead, fire ebbing between his fingertips, dark marks on the walls all that’s left of his enemies.

Ghost hums, “good work, Sergeant. Our revenants should be right up ahead, stay sharp.”

Johnny grins, his step a little more energetic when he rounds the corner, “aye sir.”

Ghost and Soap reach block C, marked by huge letters on the walls. They both drop to a crouch, finding a single cell with about a dozen Shadows guarding it.

Ghost holds up one, then two fingers, pointing ahead. He closes his fist and Johnny nods, tensing up in preparation.

His Sergeant waits for his mark.

Ghost opens his hand, motioning forward.

Shadows erupt into smoke, metal bars sizzle and melt. The fight is over in a blink of an eye.

He walks over dark soot on the dirty prison floor, approaching Commander Karim, who has a bewildered expression on her face. She and Keller are tied to chairs, facing each other.

“Lieutenant.” she tilts her head.

Ghost whips out a knife, swiftly cutting through her bindings, “Commander.” Johnny went ahead and freed Alex as well.

“That’s some serious firepower you got there, Soap. You sure you don’t want to come with us to Urzikstan?” Alex jokes as he rubs at his raw wrists.

Johnny laughs, smiling at Ghost, “sorry, got previous reservations.”

“Bummer.” the American sighs, taking the rejection easily.

Ghost grabs a pistol that looks decently unburnt and tosses it to Farah, “the Vaqueros are working on clearing a path for our extraction, we’re going to join as additional support. Sergeant Garrick is getting the Captain.”

Commander Karim sharply nods after checking the gun, “we’ll come with you, I got unfinished business with that dog Graves.” she looks at Alex, who finds a gun for himself as well.

Ghost presses the button on his radio, “Rudy, we got Karim and Keller, on our way to you. What’s your status?”

Gunshots sound through the tinny mic before he answers, “Graves is trying to push us back, we’re holding currently! Backup will be appreciated!”

The four of them start towards the Vaqueros, “on our way, Parra. Hold strong.”

“Always, Fantasma.”

Soap turns on his comms as well, “Gaz? Got the Captain?”

“No- will try- around-” Garrick’s voice cuts off, the wind too strong for it to come through.

“Bad copy, Sergeant, repeat.” Ghost joins on their line.

“Working on it!”

“Copy, get to the gate once you’re done.”

The front gates are a mess of powers, ice and fire blooming on the dirt road. The battlefield sounds almost deafening.

Alex and Farah run ahead, Keller disappearing from view and the Commander right in tow, deflecting bullets left and right. Ghost can see Rudy ahead, turning Shadows into ice sculptures for Alejandro to shatter with well-placed shots.

Ghost grabs Soap before he can join them, “stick close, Sergeant.”

“Yes sir.” Johnny doesn’t even look up, running and plowing through hails of bullets. Ghost goes off to the edges of the battle, picking off stragglers and sending them to the void. He only lets Limbo out for a second, the victims taking hold of the Shadows and dragging them back with them.

From the outside, it looks like they were swollen by darkness. An act that has earned Ghost his terrifying reputation.

Soap spots him from beyond the field, throwing him a thumbs up, “good work, LT! Fuckin’ beautiful, sir.”

“Keep it tactical, Sergeant.” he mutters as he takes two more Shadows off this realm.

“Tactical compliments, sir. It’s all the rage these days.” Johnny snickers, and he rolls his eyes fondly.

The fight is missing someone… “Garrick, status.”

Gaz’s line is dead. Ghost stops in his tracks, “Gaz, sitrep, now.” nothing.

Fuck. He switches to the main line, “anyone had eyes on Gaz in the last 15 minutes?”

“Negative, saw him go into the tower at block A about 30 minutes ago.” Alejandro replies.

Ghost’s heart races faster, his voice level, “I’m going to go find them, Soap, on me-”

The Shadows on the field start laughing, voice garbling into a demonic cackling.

“Took you long enough to notice, Lieutenant.”

Ghost grabs the nearest Shadow, “what the fuck did you do with them?” he coldly smashes the Shadow’s head with his knee.

The broken body falls, Graves’ voice still clear, “you want your little teammates? Better come to the courtyard, Ghost… oh, and bring the Sergeant with you, would ya? I’ve got a few… choice words to exchange with him.”

Ghost stomps the soldier’s head, shutting the American up for good. He locks eyes with Johnny, heart attempting to beat out of his chest.

“Clock’s ticking, Simon Riley…” Shadows whisper around him.

Soap runs to him, face confused and enraged, “what did he say, Simon?! Where are Price and Gaz?”

“Courtyard…”

Johnny looks back, before staring at Ghost, “well? What are we waiting for?”

Sometimes, Ghost feels like his gut can tell the future. With the way it churned and turned before he was thrown into that grave. How it ached to spill out when Soap asked him to promise, sign a death sentence on his Sergeant.

In the ice burning his insides, as he watches stars reflect in Johnny’s eyes, awaiting the command, ready to follow him into certain doom. Right into the snake’s den.

Ghost take Soap’s hand, silently starting to walk towards the courtyard.

His gut screams at him to stop, to curl bloodied hands around his Sergeant, protect him from malicious shadows.

Ghost’s mind, however, a soldier’s, a leader’s, tells him to keep walking.

The Shadows ignore them, splitting before them like the Red Sea.

Johnny pulls at his hand, making him meet his eyes.

“We’re connected now, Simon. In a way Graves, hell no one else, can understand.” he smiles softly, “they can’t separate us.”

His words hold so much conviction, so much confidence and yet also care, the ice in his gut melts.

The thawed water tells Ghost he will live to regret that.

“We go together.” Simon squeezes a burning hand.

Fire binds them, an unbreakable vow. “Together.”

Graves sees Soap and Ghost happy and asks himself "how can I ruin their day this time?"

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hiii ⭐️

i really liked the last mark fic cause he really is the type to guess your mood just by your lyrics or how you sing and dance. so can i request something like that?

like, you’re doing some freestyle and he’s watching you like :( cause he feels you’re down and then he comforts you 🥺

Black Clouds

Mark Lee x Male Reader

The set is familiar—like you’ve seen it before in another video that Johnny’s made. But now it had been refurbished, the old brown wood painted flush with a rich black color that still felt tacky to the touch. You turned away from the wall, catching Mark’s brown eyes as you regroup with the three other members that sat around the table. He looks down shyly, turning visibly pink as you to stare in between his eyebrows—scared to look into his eyes again.

“Welcome back to JCC everyone! We’re here with—”

“Mark!”

“Jaehyun!”

“(Y/n).” You feel the air shift at your introduction—it was short and cold as you looked down at the pattern on the table. Now all eyes were on you, followed by half of the crew that surrounded the set. Their eyes felt like beady little cameras—watching to judge—to catch a single mistake in how you carry yourself.

“And Haechan!” Immediately the mood goes back to how it was before you announced yourself—the suddenly bright atmosphere leaving you with a bitter feeling in your chest. “It’s been a while since I’ve appeared in JCC and it’s (Y/n/n)’s first time! How are you feeling?”

Again, all eyes fall on you. You feel the whites of your eyes stinging as you focused all of your attention on the microphone in front of you. It reminded you of Johnny and Jaehyun’s Nct Night Night show. This set was much smaller—you would even bet that it was less than half the size of their old studio. The first time you had visited them was when you were a trainee. Having tagged along with Mark since he had invited you. Last time they happily included you in the segment, making you feel comfortable enough to freestyle on the spot.

This time just felt different. The hold your depressive episode had on you was strong enough to not let you enjoy anything. It kept you from being present in the moment with your members—kept you from being happy that Johnny asked you specifically to join his new video.

“I’m feeling grateful, Haechannie. To be here with you guys is more than enough.” Johnny coos, smiling with his eyes as he motions you to continue. “It’s been a hard couple of years you know? What with the pandemic and the uncertainty of my debut, but we got through it—you guys are forever stuck with me.” While the sentiment was there, you felt as if you just performing—putting on a show. Saying things you knew the viewers would want to hear. Your body physically was here—sure—but your mind was elsewhere. Still in the unmade bed in the room that you shared with Mark.

Mark—who kept trying to catch your eyes just once as you kept quiet throughout the filming process. Only laughing when the others laughed and clapping whenever they clapped. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to steer the conversation away from you as he felt the melancholy ooze from you and your slouched posture. He kept the others busy—too busy to notice how the cameras only followed them and the sound of their voices rather than focusing on your own sullen demeanor. It felt like a stab at your heart. His kindness making your longing feel even worse as he tried his hardest to help you when you felt the most helpless. But that was Mark for you.

“Now, before wrapping this up, we had a special guest on Nct Night Night a few years ago. He did this freestyle rap for us on the spot and it stuck with me even now. One of our most talented. I’m hoping you say yes when I ask you to do another for us? Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” You feel tense, the sincerity behind Jaehyun’s words falling on your ears but not processing in your brain. You were glad to have made such an impression on them but you were such a different (Y/n) now compared to just a few years ago—hell, compared to a few weeks ago even. With a shy nod, you tap on the mic, making sure it was still on after not having said anything for the better part of an hour.

“Of course. That memory has stuck with me too, Jaehyun-ssi. It was when I knew this group would be perfect for me.” You cleared your throat, doing mock vocal warmups with Johnny as they all cheered you on. Finally, your eyes meet Mark’s—who looks at you like a deer caught in headlights. “Mark, do you mind just beatboxing for me? Whatever is fine—I know you’ll come up with something genius.” And just like that he begins with a slow beat, giving you long half notes before transitioning into quick eighth notes. “It’s like staring down the barrel of a gun—where my life had just begun—”

The rest of the lyrics are forgotten. A thing of the past as you reach the end of your rhymes and metaphors. There was no need to memorize them for a song, knowing you could never express how you feel so intimately with others—such as fans. A beat passes, the members stunned into silence before bursting into a round of applause for you.

“Wow. Still the same amazing lyricist as before—”

“Is it okay if I step out for a second?”

The lights in the restrooms are no better than the ones on set—in actuality, they made you feel worse as you leaned your back into the cool wall between the mirror and the hand dryer. You took in slow deep breaths, closing your eyes as you tried to talk yourself down from spiraling any further.

“Hey.” Mark’s voice startled you, causing a shiver to run through your whole body before you settled back into a comfortable position. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you—I could go back, if you’d like.” You grab at the hand closest to you, pulling at Mark’s wrist so he’s just mere centimeters away from you. “Johnny said he could exclude that whole part of the video if you’d like. He also wanted me to tell you not to feel too guilty. We could refilm whenever you felt better.” Mark reciprocates your hold on him, grabbing your waist his his free hand and rubbing small circles into it.

He pulls you into a hug, done with pushing his feelings down when all he’s wanted to do all day was be next to you. To trace the wrinkles in your palm under the table to soothe you and help you through the recording. He’s never felt more at home than he does in your arms as you wrap them around his hips, settling in to his warmth and letting your body relax into his. It was as if you molded perfectly together—like puzzle pieces.

“I’m so tired, Mark. I don’t know how much longer I can go on feeling like this. I don’t even know what this is—I’m perfectly fine. Physically I’m healthy, nothing went wrong I just feel like shit. How do I stop feeling like I don’t deserve to be here?” Without warning you feel yourself shaking, shedding angry tears into Mark’s shoulder as he held you, hands running up and down your back.

“I’m sorry baby. I wish I could tell you how to get through it faster but everyone heals differently. I wish I could just snap my fingers and get rid of all the sadness you have experienced. You know, if only the world functioned like that.” Sensing your quietness he stops joking around—pulling your head up with both of his large hands. He is forcing you to face him. Your red eyes swollen as he looks down at you with parted pink lips. “You did so great in there, (Y/n). You tried your hardest to be present with us regardless of what you’ve had to fight in your own mind.”

You can’t help but start crying again—scared to let go of Mark as if he would disappear from right in front you of. Not that it matters—he would have never done that you.

#mark lee #mark nct #nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct dream #mark lee x male reader #mark x male reader #nct x male reader #nct u x male reader #nct dream x male reader #x male reader #hi 😆#thank you thank you for requestinggggg #you are awesome #IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR DAYS EVER SINCE YOU SENT IT IN 😭😭😭😭#<3

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Possessive best friend Soap x reader 2

2k | fluff, violence, swearing Prequel: how you and Soap met (Part 1) (Part 3/5)

You and Soap went to the same secondary school. You grew up watching the raucous group of boys at the canteen, the one with the mohawk seemingly the most prominent.

In sixth year, you shared the same class and finally got to know his name – John Mactavish, or Johnny for short. Like the typical teenager, he was boisterous with his pals, often getting chalks chucked at him by annoyed teachers when his pranks interrupted classes.

You, on the other hand, were quiet and studious. For your 16th birthday, in an attempt to make more friends, your mum forced you to bake something to give away to your classmates. You did so begrudgingly with your minimal baking skills, showing up the next day at school with two huge Tupperwares.

“Oi, are those brownies?” a voice called as you took your seat. It was Soap, nodding at the Tupperwares on your table.

“Yes,” you confirmed, a bit taken aback he talked to you.

He hopped off the table he sat on and approached you with a grin. “May I please have some?” He couldn’t contain his excitement - he loved brownies.

You chuckled. “Sure. I’m sharing them with everyone actually. It’s my birthday.”

“Oh, is it? Happy birthday to you!” He took the seat in front of you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, cracking open a Tupperware, the delicious smell hitting him right in the face.

He didn’t waste another second before grabbing a piece. He groaned as he savoured the first bite. “Steamin’ bloody Jesus, it’s pure dead brilliant,” he said with wide eyes.

You laughed at his eagerness.

“Can I please have more?” he deadpanned.

You nodded.

“Thank you!” he took another piece. “Oi everyone! It’s my pal’s birthday. Come wish ‘em and get some mad brownies!”

Your gaze locked for a few seconds as your classmates came over with their wishes. He gave you a playful smile, the smile you eventually came to realise was almost a permanent embellishment on his face.

He’d noticed you early into the school year. You always listened to the teacher during lessons and only spoke when you were spoken to – not his favourite kind of student to befriend, but he was glad to have assisted you that day. Your grateful smile was all the reward he needed.

Soap started talking to you after that. Teasingly pestering you about baking more for him, sometimes asking you to join his table during recess. You flourished that year too, finally coming out of your shell, making more friends for yourself.

Joining Special Forces was all Soap could talk about ever since becoming friends with you, including his disappointment at his failed attempts to join by lying about his age. SAS finally accepted him when he turned 18 and you couldn’t be prouder of him.

In the sea of recruits, Soap stood out even without his mohawk. He had grown taller and much buffer, could also finally grow a stubble the past year. He looked dashing in his snug uniform. Sending him off was bittersweet, knowing he was stepping off into a completely different world, leaving you behind. When he pulled you into a tight embrace, you whole heartedly wished him the best, accepting it as the end of your friendship.

Soap didn’t think the same at all. While his friends came and go, you were the one who stood the test of time and remained in his life throughout the years. He always found the time to send you letters and silly doodles torn off his journal – you kept them all in a shoebox under your bed. In return, you sent him care packages filled with your baked goods and Irn Bru, his favourite fizzy.

It was hard not to fall for you when you were always there for him every step of the way, watching each other grow up. You were his home away from home. The few times a year he did visit, his attraction towards you grew stronger every time.

After you graduated uni, you thought you were crazy when you moved to where his base was. Sure, it was a bigger city with better opportunities, but there were obviously other cities to move to. But you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore - you wanted to be closer to him. Soap was ecstatic when he heard the news, bringing you everywhere he knew in the city, making sure you settled right in.

One evening as he took you to one of his favourite pubs, a police officer said something nasty about you as you passed his patrol car. You shrugged it off, but Soap picked up his pace walking you to the pub before excusing himself.

“Oi, you!” he challenged, his deep voice rumbling throughout the street as he stalked towards the officer.

He turned to Soap, eyes widening as he straightened up off the side of his car.

Soap got right up to the taller man’s face. “Aye, you. Get tae fuck!” He punched him square in the face, and the officer collapsed backwards onto his bonnet with a loud thud.

Soap blinked, not expecting him to get knocked out cold like that. Before he slid off to the ground, Soap grabbed him by the collar and chucked him in the backseat of his own vehicle. He almost got disciplinary action for the mindless stunt, but the officer didn’t press charges due to embarrassment. You were none the wiser, thinking he simply went to the loo because he came back just minutes after.

Months went by and despite spending a lot of time together, you started to lose hope of Soap seeing you romantically. If any, you felt a touch of resentment towards how oblivious he was. Inspired by some of your co-workers’ success, you tried online dating instead in hopes of finding someone who would return your feelings.

The first time he heard the series of Tinder pings off your phone, his brows furrowed. He looked up from his journal to see you smiling at your phone.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Hmm?” You hummed as your typing continued.

“Who are you talking to?” he pressed on.

You were too distracted to notice the edge in his voice. “Oh, it’s a guy from Tinder,” you chirped, still not looking up from the screen.

He scoffed. “Tinder? Since when did you get that desperate?”

Your smiled dropped. The remark hit too close to home. You weren’t desperate; you just felt like a fool, kind of, for waiting around for someone so long. It took you a few seconds to finally look up. He was back on his journal, his face resting on his hand.

Trust Soap to make insensitive comments and take jokes too far, and of course, trust him to be the fucking idiot who would be blind to his sins. You didn’t have the energy to explain yourself to someone who didn’t want to listen, so you let him be. And that was how the crack sneaked up between the two of you. The quieter you were, the more he pestered you, which in turn made you withdraw more.

Knowing how much fun you had on these dates, even when none were fruitful, made him overwhelmingly insecure. Soap didn’t like it one bit, feeling replaced by these vague men he knew couldn’t compare to him, his jealousy bubbling over. It only took one good date for some guy to take you away from him.

But by God, Soap was a fucking idiot with unchecked anger and a crippling fear of rejection who didn’t know how to articulate his feelings. So of course he started demanding you to tell him who you were meeting and where, for safety purposes he said. You knew he was right though, having heard of the horror stories of dates gone wrong, so you told him if he was in town, or your other friends if he wasn’t.

One day, you saw someone one too many times for his insecurities to rise again. He wasn’t supposed to stick his nose up in your business, but it was too easy for him. He only had to take the modest information you gave him to the tech department on base and the poor guy’s life record was at his disposal within a few minutes. It turned out the bloke was a petty scammer who used a fake name. Soap was absolutely thrilled to bits at the discovery.

In the middle of your next date, Soap waltzed into the pub. “Hey, you. Fancy seeing you here.”

“Oh, hi Johnny.” You eyed him sideways. He knew you’d be there. “Ah, Nathan, this is my friend Johnny.”

He nodded at your date who offered a hand instead. His smile was too smug for Soap’s liking, so he grabbed his hand far firmer than necessary - the near invisible wince satisfied him.

“Nice to meet ya, pal. Please don’t mind me. I’m waiting for a friend.” He plopped down next to you.

Nathan stared at him. “If I’m honest, I’d rather not be interrupted on my date.”

It seemed like Soap got on his nerves with the handshake. Yes, Soap was a fucking menace and he knew it full well.

“Terribly sorry, mate, but he should be here soon.” He turned to you. “Remember Theo, the coppa? He just got a lead on a local scammer.”

You chuckled. “That seems like sensitive information. Don’t think you should be telling me.”

“Yeah, no, but I feel you need to know since the guy’s been going bonkers on Tinder.”

“Sorry mate, would appreciate it if you could just find your own table,” Nathan interjected, the smile gone.

“Assertive lad, I respect that.” He nodded, getting off his seat. “Sorry to bother. Guess I’ll just meet him elsewhere then.” Soap looked at Nathan dead in the eye. “Anyway, the bastard’s called Randy Wilson, so if you ever catch him, run the other way.” He caught the twitch of his right eye.

Soap left out the front door but rounded the place, leaning against the wall opposite the back door. Within 10 minutes, exactly like he’d predicted, the door swung open.

Soap uncrossed his arms, stomping towards your date with an amused grin. “Oi, Nathan! Any chance you know where I can find Randy fuckin’ Wilson? He owes me two dozen broken ribs.”

The asshole couldn’t hide his terror at the sight, smugness long gone.

“Ugh, saw the bloke out the back door,” Soap said moments later with a grimace.

“Yeah, I’m not surprised,” you replied. “A muppet for leaving me to pay for his drinks though.”

Soap paid for the bastard’s part of the tab before walking you home.

“Oh, Johnny? I know you’re not meeting fucking Theo. He lives on the other end of the city.” You gave him the side eye, an amused smile on your lips. “I know you were dead bored and just love to annoy me.”

He looked back with a shit eating grin.

“Can’t be mad at you this time though.” You huffed. “Guess he’s the jealous, alpha male kind of guy after all. He’s hot and he knows it. Probably controlling if we ever get serious. Wouldn’t have known if you didn’t show.” You shrugged. “Oh well, guess I dodged a bullet. But you’re not crashing any of my dates anymore, okay?” You poked the middle of his chest.

Little did you know, Soap started looking into every guy you were seeing – Randy was too much of a close call. Thankfully, he didn’t have to intervene because no one lasted more than two dates, but most importantly no one was dodgy.

Except for one other bastard.

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wanted-to-be-nosey · 6 months

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Invisible strings (3/4)

Part 1 Part 2

AO3 link

Going to pretend its not months after the summer bingo ended...

Prompt fill: Submissive Peter wordcount ~1,800 warnings - mentions of nsfw, mutual pining, butt plug mention

“Did you talk to him?” Ned asked as soon as they found themselves a quiet corner.

“Well… not exactly,” Peter mumbled.

“You chickened out again, didn’t you?” MJ asked, glaring at him witheringly.

“Like you’d do any better,” Peter defended. “It’s not as easy as you make it seem. It always starts well, but then I look into his eyes and I just… anyway, I did talk to him. Kinda.”

“Did you use our suggestion?” At Peter’s nod, MJ continued. “I thought you were going to use that as a starting point?”

“I was going to. Or I meant to. But I was kinda overwhelmed at the time and he was so sweet, and hot, and he probably only went along with it cause its my birthday and he’s selfless like that–”

“Wait,” Ned interrupted, grabbing Peter’s upper arms. “You mean you actually did it? You didn’t just talk about it?!”

“Yeah…”

“Oh my God. So right now?” Ned exclaimed, voice rising in excitement. “You have Iron Man’s cum inside you, right now? Oh my God.”

Peter clamped his hand over Ned’s mouth before he could get any louder. Glancing over his shoulder he was glad to note no one had turned to look at the three of them packed into a quiet corner of his party. It had been hard to find privacy in such a large crowd. Not helped by the fact that he’d kept unintentionally drifting towards Tony throughout the party. The heavy, full feeling of the plug not allowing him to forget about his dom. Or well, his acting dom since the man didn’t want it to be a permanent thing – despite what his friends might say.

“Way to go, Parker,” MJ smirked. “I was starting to think you didn’t have it in you. Literally.”

Rolling his eyes, he huffed a laugh before slowly removing his hand from Ned’s face at his best friend’s silent request.

“You two are the worst,” he mumbled, wiping his hand on his trousers.

“Whatever,” Ned huffed. “So… if you’ve done it, why didn’t you talk to him?”

“Because you didn’t see his face when I asked. He looked like I was asking him to destroy his suits or something. I could tell it wasn’t exactly an easy decision for him. I guess, I mean, I don’t think he actually wants to be with me.”

“I don’t think he would’ve been helping you this long if he didn’t want to, surely?” Ned asked.

“I’m not sure...” Peter sighed. “Outside of our scenes and stuff he acts like nothing has changed. Like I’m still just one of the guys. If anything, he’s grown more distant when we’re in the lab or out in the field. He’s just doing his job to keep me safe.”

“Who’s keeping you safe?” a new voice asked, causing Peter to jump in surprise – unintentionally clenching around the plug in his ass forcing him to supress a moan.

He couldn’t, however, contain a groan as Johnny Storm of all people casually draped an arm around Peter’s shoulders. Schmoozing like the older hero was known to do. He could be as infuriating as Deadpool when he wanted to be.

“None of your business, Johnny,” Peter dismissed.

“C'mon don’t be like that, subby Spidey.”

“I told you to stop calling me that, asshole.”

Peter shoved the dom’s arm off him, not that it did much other than cause Johnny to start laughing as he rearranged himself by his side, a hand stroking his cheek before dropping it at Peter’s continued glare.

“Sorry. I just can’t help myself when you blush so pretty when I say it.”

“Ugh, you two should get a room,” MJ drawled.

“No, we should definitely not,” Peter rebutted.

“Oh? Don’t think about it or anything, Pete. You wound my ego.”

“Good.”

“It’s okay though, I won’t take it personally. I was hoping I’d get to meet your mysterious new dom tonight. Where are you hiding them?”

“I already told you, I don’t have a dom,” Peter hissed.

It was a conversation he’d had countless times with Johnny before. It had been hard to ignore when there had been such a difference in his behaviour seemingly overnight. It made sense that Johnny had been curious. He could understand his initial curiosity. What he couldn’t understand was the fact he wouldn’t just leave it alone.

“See, you say that. But we both know you’ve been seeing someone. It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Johnny said, looking genuinely happy for Peter. “I’m glad you found someone, I was worried when you had to take your leave of absence.”

“Shut up. I was away for less than a week.”

“And your absence was sorely missed,” Johnny replied solemnly.

“You two are ridiculous,” MJ groaned.

“Uh...Peter?” Ned whispered, slapping Peter’s arm to get his attention. “Tony Stark is coming this way.”

Peter barely had a chance to process what Ned had said before Tony joined their makeshift circle, having seemingly appeared out of thin air, slotting himself seamlessly between Peter and Ned, his eyes focussing on Johnny.

“We pack out the whole room with tables, chairs, food and games and you choose the one corner with nothing going on.” Tony shifted his attention to the circle at large. “Is it that bad?”

“No, Mr. Stark. Iron Man, sir. The party is amazing,” Ned stammered. Even after all this time he still turned into a blushing fan boy around the man. “We just–"

Ned was cut off when MJ jammed her elbow into his side. Tony eyed them curiously, but turned a quizzical eye to Peter.

“Is it too much?”

“N-no,” Peter reassured. “The party is great, we just wanted to chat, y'know?”

“Sure.” Tony nodded, attention drawn back to Johnny by Peter’s side. “Storm, didn’t expect you to show.”

“Y'know me, Stark. Never one to miss a party, especially one for my favourite sub.” Johnny punctuated his comment with a wink in Peter’s direction.

Tony tensed his jaw while Peter smacked Johnny’s arm. Trust Johnny to make fun of him right in front of the man he was trying to impress.

“I wasn’t aware you two knew each other,” Tony answered, his press smile plastered on his face.

“Of course.” Johnny stepped forward to wrap his arm once again around Peter, much to Peter’s visible annoyance. “We’re patrol buddies.”

Shrugging off the unwanted arm, Peter stepped closer to Tony.

“We’re acquaintances at best,” Peter muttered.

“Again, with the insults,” Johnny whined, hands dramatically clasping over his heart. “My poor heart can’t take much more, sweetheart.”

“Ignore him,” Peter told Tony. “Are you okay? Did you need me for something?”

Tony eyed him carefully for a moment, before seeming to gather himself.

“I just wanted to give you a ten minute warning for your cake. Didn’t want you missing it cause you were running to the little boys room,” Tony smirked, although his eyes remained tense.

Peter’s blush was not helped by the sniggering of his friends behind him. Before he could compose himself enough for a response Tony was walking away.

“I guess we should go rejoin the party,” Ned suggested once he’d finished laughing.

“Suppose so,” Peter muttered, eyes scanning the crowd behind him for where Tony had run off to.

“Is no one going to mention how weird that was?” Johnny asked, raising his eyebrows.

“What was weird?” Peter asked in response, turning to face him in confusion.

“That whole interaction,” Johnny said, gesturing to the space Tony had previously filled. “It was almost like…Oh my God.”

Johnny stopped talking to grab both of Peter’s shoulders, examining him like it was the first time seeing him.

“That’s the dom you’ve been seeing?” Peter tried to sputter a response, but Johnny just continued talking. “Why didn’t you tell me you were dating Tony Stark? Jeez, man. No wonder he was so touchy when I was talking.”

“We’re not dating,” Peter mumbled.

“Yet,” Ned unhelpfully added. “We’re still working on that part.”

“Ned!”

“You can’t deny it, loser.” MJ turned her attention to Johnny. “You saw it too then?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Stark look jealous before, but hell, there’s a first time for everything.”

“He’s not jealous. He’s just helping me out,” Peter defended. “He’s a friend.”

“Please,” MJ scoffed. “He’s went so far beyond a friend, its not even in the same ballpark anymore.”

“So why haven’t you told him how you feel?” Johnny asked.

“How do you know I’ve not?”

“Because if you had, you’d already be dating.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Pretty sure he’s right, Peter.” Ned at least looked bashful under Peter’s returning glare. “Our last plan didn’t work, so we’re working on another one.”

“What was the last one?”

“Well, Peter asked Mr. Stark to fu–“

“Ned!” Peter exclaimed, once again shoving a hand over his mouth. “We are not telling Johnny about that.”

“Ooh, now I’m really curious. Was it kinky? I bet it was something kinky.”

“All you need to know, is that it didn’t work. I tried to talk to him, he agreed looking extremely conflicted and that was that. He wouldn’t be encouraging me to find someone else if he actually wanted me.”

“Oh, yes. Cause that doesn’t sound like something a completely self-sacrificial idiot would do if he thought it would keep the other person happy.” MJ deadpanned.

“MJ–“

“I’ve got an idea,” Johnny interrupted. “D’you trust me?”

Peter couldn’t help his smirk as he responded, “About as far as I can throw you.”

“I would say ouch, but last week you sent me flying almost an entire block, so I’ll take it. After the cake, just follow my lead. I promise it will help.”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’d bet on it! Hell, if it doesn’t work, I swear I’ll never call you subby spidey again in my life.”

Johnny stood with one hand over his heart and his other hand holding up three fingers, a picture-perfect boy scout if not for the mischief sparkling in his eyes.

“And if it does somehow miraculously work?”

“Then this year, during Spider-Man’s regular Halloween patrol, you’ll dress up as the Human Torch.”

Chuckling at the imagery, he looked to his friends who were both nodding and telling him to give it a go.

He had to agree that he wanted to at least give it a try. He didn’t have high hopes, but any hope at all was surely better than none. The plug inside him was a constant reminder of everything he could potentially have if their plan worked. A hope he desperately didn’t want to let go off.

“Fine,” he relented. “But you have to tell us the plan first.”

#starker #fanfic #dom tony stark #sub peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #sfsummerbingo23 #ned & MJ are trying to be supportive #jealous Tony #Johnny storm makes an appearance #I really needed someone to be a catalyst so apologies if he's OOC

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