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ghouljams · 9 months

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Omg now I want to see Soap begging Moon to marry him. Can Goose or someone have a Wild West fever dream so we can see all of those scenarios happen??

“When’re you gonna let me make an honest woman out of you?” Soap leans over the bar, broad shoulders hiked next to his ears as he settles on his elbows. You pour a shot of whiskey for him and try not to hit him with the bottle.

“When’re you gonna pay your tab?” You don’t really mind Soap, but it’s rather annoying that he won’t leave you alone. You’re not sure why he’s so set on you. Man like him could have anyone he wanted, half the women in town are clamoring for him, and the other half are married so they’re stuck pining.

“I always pay my tab,” He smiles. You narrow your eyes at him. He does. He closes out every time he leaves. That’s another annoying thing about him, he’s a good man.

“Then you’ve got no reason to keep comin’ around.” You tell him and turn to help the other patrons at the bar. You’ll get Soap some lunch later, let him sweat with his alcohol for a minute. Can’t have him thinkin’ you like him.

“You’re late,” You pull a clean glass and pour a healthy serving of whiskey in it before sliding it to Soap.

“Was pickin’ out wedding rings,” He tells you, taking the glass between his fingers. You can see the dirt under his nails, but his hands are clean. You wonder if he wiped them off before he came to see you.

“Who’s the lucky girl?” You ask, and even though you know he’s only joking your stomach still clenches uncomfortably at the thought Soap might have someone waiting on him.

“Hopin’ it’s you.” He says tipping his head back to swallow the whiskey neat. You watch the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows. Soap licks the last drop of whiskey off his lips as he sets his glass down, and you do your best not to watch the path of his pink tongue.

“You better watch out, someday someone’s gonna think you’re serious,” You pour him a second without being asked and go to collect empty glasses before he can tease you further.

Soap crowds you against the door to the store room, holding it closed as you try to keep the heat off your cheeks. You’re too used to having the bar between you, a solid barrier keeping him at arm's length. You scowl at him. His lovesick smile makes your stomach flip. You wonder if he’s sick in the head to keep chasing after you. How have you not managed to scare him off yet?

You do your best to keep up a glare, even under Soap’s studying glances. His eyes flick to your lips, then back to your eyes. He really must be mad.

“Do I make you nervous, Hen?” He asks. You feel your brows twitch down a little more.

“Why would you make me nervous?” You aren’t nervous. Your heart must be beating that quickly for some other reason. Soap hums, raises a hand to caress your cheek, his touch soft and clean. His hand is cool against the heat of your skin.

He kisses you before you can push him away. His lips pressing firm against yours make you melt a little. He cups your face so gently, like you’re something to be treasured, something delicate that he has to be careful with. It’s a far cry from your rough exterior, but you almost…like it. It’s especially pleasant when his lips part to kiss you again, hardly bothered whether or not you’re kissing him back. You haven’t pushed him away, and that matters far more. It doesn’t take more than a second of coaxing for you to grip his shirt and kiss him.

Pressed against the door isn’t the worst place to be when Soap is the one pressing you against it. His body is firm and warm, his fingers tilting your head to let him kiss you at a comfortable angle. He tips his own head to catch the corner of your lips, your jaw, your neck just over where your pulse hammers. You wonder if he can feel it, if he can hear the soft sigh that escapes your lips when he does. He kisses you properly a final time before he pulls back.

Still so close, his thumb swipes against your lower lip. You can’t seem to make up your mind on what you’re supposed to do now. You feel like the whole world has turned pink at the edges.

“Marry me,” He whispers and you feel your heart clench so severely it makes your breath skip. Your lip wobbles a little. You’re supposed to be stronger than this.

“No,” You tell him with as much resolve as you can manage. You expect him to frown, or tease you more, but his smile only grows.

You’ve never given him an answer when he’s asked, only ever redirected the conversation or made a joke in response. (The jokes were the worst, always on the wrong side of self deprecating, Soap thought those hurt more than a rejection) To get an actual response out of you? An acknowledgement of the sincerity behind the question? Well, some ‘no’s are worth a thousand ‘yes’s.

#1870s!cowboy #cowboy!Soap #oc: moon #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap x oc #I assume soap is a ranch hand or a stable hand #he works hard and gets dirty but he always makes sure his hands are clean when he sees Moon #don't wanna accidentally dirty her up if he gets the chance to touch her #I think he got tired of waiting for her to realize he wasn't joking #gotta prove he's serious about her somehow #how did he fall for Moon and why is he chasing after her? who knows #I knows #I think he had to deliver something to her early one morning and spotted her in her pjs #and thought “I wanna wake up next to her”#and it was all downhill from there

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zappedbyzabka · 4 months

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He went FULL princess with the singing birds and sparkly eyes. “Hate you? My God, I could never.”

Picture him saying this to Daniel…

#AU where they meet up again long before the Karate war and Cobra Kai show #Johnny had been working so hard to live a better life like he promised on that hill #Sid grew meaner after the tournament and Johnny was left raw from Kreese and he’s just…more demure and cracked like porcelain #The good thing is that he was able to get in touch with his emotions (Bobby was a big help-his bestie who understood everything he’s been #through and was also so desperate to be a better person. They did a lot of inner work together)#Daniel isn’t exactly bitter about the past but he thought Johnny’s ‘You’re alright larusso’ was a flicker of light in a bad person #but then Johnny shows up at his place apologizing? Getting tearful? Smiling prettily and saying he never hated him?#Should he ask him out but word it as a hang out for reconciliation? You bet #lawrusso

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glass-warehouse · 3 months

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ok ok almost done. this baby is almost 9,000 words long btw

#its not gonna be that crazy I swear #I wouldn't link any of my work but being as I've already teased it I will when it's done #I'm struggling at the final hurdle #estimated time of completion: start of next week #writing from kenshi's pov has taught me why nobody fucking does it lol #I've been deprived of visual descriptions #literally writing in hard mode #anyway:#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat #kenshi takahashi #mk kenshi #johnny cage #mk johnny cage #johnshi #txt

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amadeusevenstar · 8 months

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this got like no views on tiktok so i’m posting it here too

#at least on tumblr ik the four likes this gets will be from freaks who actually appreciate my hard work lmao #cobra kai #karate kid #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #the karate kid 1984 #lawrusso #my edit

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nenayaquisieras · 4 months

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Reader being so good at massages that it becomes a routine to give massages to the 141. But they want to return the favor but Reader always shoots them down getting a little flustered.

But one day she’s at the desk filling out paper work and she’s sore and stiff from being at her desk all day. So one of the guys sees her and asks if they can return the favor. She surprisingly agrees.

So they do what she usually does to them, talking her through it and what not. They dont think anything different from it but oh boy.

She’s freaking out because she really, really, likes massages. Sometimes to the point where she crosses her legs trying to ignore the growing feeling in between.

So she’s trying to keep her composure but that goes out the window when his thumbs massage the back part of her ears. Heavy breaths and sighs start coming out.

“Yeah, there, right there- mmh”

At some point, she notices how quiet he’s gotten. She tries to take a quick glance and christ.

He’s staring, hard.

“You like that?”

tldr // massage + reader = horny

Srs guys I dunno how to finish this so if y’all wanna write the rest of this I will give you a big fat smooch

#tbh I had Gaz/Soap in mind for this like #they would think nothing of it but then she starts getting like THAT and they are like #oh #nice #so after this first session they keep seeking her out #saying things like #“but you work so hard. you need this just as much as us :)#this is for the readers with sensitive backs #kyle gaz garrick #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley

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cybervoid-art · 4 months

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Commission for @therealnightcity and @shinycorvidae thanks so much!

Comms || ko-fi

#this one was hard work but im happy with how it turned out 👉👈#also yalls ocs were lovely to draw thanks again!#Cyberpunk2077 #commission #digital art #artists on tumblr #johnny silverhand #others oc #my art #cbv art

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sga-owns-my-soul · 4 months

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i've found a foolproof way to battle my seasonal depression

country music

so hard to feel depressed when a Funky Little Guy is singing to you about the pretty lady with the ruby red lips blonde hair blue eyes and he's about to bid his heart goodbye

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oxventurequotes · 8 months

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corazon: i undo another button

johnny, under their breath: constitution saving throw

#this had me Screaming Falling Over Passing Out etc etc #imagine being canonically sexy enough to kill an old rich man within minutes of meeting him #honestly god bless johnny for going along with this so hard #corazon de ballena #johnny chiodini #oxventure #outsidexbox #oxbox #paddle royale #are queue working bard or bardly working?

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wild-aloof-rebel · 1 year

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Favorite Schitt’s Creek cold opens || The Drip

#moira rose #johnny rose #david rose #schitt's creek #schitts creek #s1 #the drip #rebel made #fave cold opens #it was hard to balance this one because really most of the lines i love best are david's #but it worked out alright

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devils-bite · 7 months

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i like to pretend theyre ok and nothing bad has happened to them,,

clear ver. below the cut

#every once in a while i remember that johnny’s canonically blond and i just #Giggle #thinking about them as a couple so often…#still no phantom liberty But im working hard towards it 🤭#I have So Many thoughts about them…#every day all day #cybperpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #johnny x v #johnny silverhand #silverv #phantom liberty #phantom liberty spoilers #phantom liberty dlc #V #oh Also..look at how the losers are maintaining physical contact Despite banter 🤭

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theinheriteddutchess · 5 months

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Man I hope Robby gets to be a great big brother. I don't want "he's jealous, look how Robby is selfish" storylines. He's naturally a caring kind person, who's nurturing. He takes people under his wings.

He'd be great with a baby. Especially knowing he didn't have that care and safety growing up.

I resent the word jealousy in this situation, because of how Robby might feel (and you can't prevent that in this situation), it's not selfish or makes him a bad person because he's going to witness a family raising a baby, a loving, caring, responsible mother (mostly) and a father trying his best to be a good dad. All the things he didn't have. Every big event, every cold and scrape and worry, he will have to witness getting taken care of immediately. The baby being soothed, and tucked into bed, being fed and held and comforted. Played with. Laughter and kisses...

All the things he missed out on. All the things he never had. It's going to be hard. It's going to be painful. He's allowed to be upset. He's allowed to feel that hurt and express it.

I hope they won't make it seem like Robby's wrong for his feelings, for his trauma. I hope there's room for discussion and for bonding. I hope Johnny will work hard to bond with him and be there for him, and make sure to give him attention, even when the baby's there.

Robby isn't bad if he feels all these things...I don't thing he will ever take that out on the baby or that that negativity is ever focused on the baby.

I just hope that this time Johnny pushes through his insecurities and immaturities to stick it through and be there.

I want that safety and love for Robby. I want him to be seen.

#robby keene #cobra kai #Johnny Lawrence #i am once again thinking of Robby #give that boy some love 😭#let him be able to expressthat hurt and be listened to and understood #let them work hard to show they love him #let him be happy

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ghouljams · 9 months

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fae!soap’s darling is one of those crazy makes you throw up poems in her notes app girls

Ding ding ding, here's the threat, the hard darling, the crazy girl

Warnings: Very public sex, themes around addiction/interventions(if you squint)

This is really Gaz's hunting ground. The thumping bass, the technicolor lights, the sea of people. But Soap isn't looking to hunt tonight. He's drained, wasted some of his best magic on a musician that wouldn't pan out. What he needs is thoughtless, what he needs is sex. He catches your arm as you walk past him. The prettiest thing in this hole.

"Can ah buy ya a bev, Bonnie?" He asks, watching your eyes flick approvingly down his body.

You've never been one to pass up an easy catch.

He presses you against the wall, his tongue insistent against yours, hands gripping your hips tight. You get the feeling this guy just got out of a relationship. This sort of intensity only comes from trying to forget someone. Which is good for you, means less talking.

Soap slides a hand from your hip to push between your legs under your skirt. The club is loud, crowded, not very well lit, good for a quickie. You're already wet at the prospect of it. You can feel his smile against your lips when he feels just how soaked you are. He pulls away from kissing you to press closer, speak in your ear where he knows you'll hear.

"All this for me, hen?" He's cocky, you like cocky.

"Could've been for my date if he'd found me first." You tell him, you don't think he's used to being a second choice. Cocky guys never are.

"Just have to make it f'me then," He tells you low and dangerous, fingers rubbing you through your underwear. You smile, tipping your head to suck at his neck as you rock against his fingers.

He's good with his hands, you'll give him that.

Soap pushes your panties to the side, fingers collecting your slick before pressing into your hole. They’re thick, dextrous, crooking to stroke your walls with practiced precision as the heel of his hand grinds against your clit. You hum, your hips following the stroke of his fingers. He pushes them against the spongy spot near your entrance over and over, stirring need in you like he has a direct line to your orgasm. You press against him, twist your fingers in his shirt desperate to hold onto something while he works you up. You drop your forehead against his shoulder, grind against his hand as you focus on the tight knot in your stomach.

“Come on sweetheart,” He whispers, lips catching the shell of your ear, “be good for me, yeah?” You nod all too eager to cum when you can feel his hard cock pressing against your leg. That’s what you really want, you can pluck at a few strands and push yourself over the edge if it means you get fucked after. You shake against him, his fingers never stopping as your walls flutter around them. You can feel the slick dripping off of you when he pulls them out.

Soap opens his belt and fly one handed, pulling his cock free, his slick fingers pumping it, getting rid of some of your wetness before his hands hook under your thighs. He lifts you with that wonderful inhuman strength and pins you between the wall and his body. You wrap your legs around his waist as he thrusts his cock against your slit. The weight, the angle, god when he fills you he fills you. Gorgeous thick cock pushing your gooey walls apart to make room for itself, the length of him hitting you deep enough you feel it in your stomach. You purr, clenching around him as you squeeze your arms around his shoulders.

“Fuck you’re squeezin’ the life outta me, bonnie.” He groans as you tease your teeth against his pulse. That’s the idea. He pulls out just enough to thrust back in, your t-shirt the only thing protecting your back from being scraped against the wall, and you bite him as he bounces you on his cock.

The drag of his thick length is hot enough to make your head spin. His hips snapping against yours, hitting that deep spot that makes your toes curl, that makes heat knot in your stomach again. You moan into your bite, doing your best to muffle yourself when all you want to do is scream. You’re oversensitive, and he is driving you back to the edge as he chases his own high. You do your best to meet his thrusts, distract him from your fingers threading through the tethers that lead off of him. There’s got to be something in- You pull on a painter’s thread and Soap shudders, pressing hard into you as he cums.

You feel the trap on your back light up, tugging attempting tethers into the sink like a black hole. Sexual energy fills you as nicely as Soap’s thick seed. Your legs feel a little weak when he pulls out and sets you back on the ground. You lean against the wall, catching your breath as he tucks himself back into his pants. You give him a thumbs up when he reaches to… you don’t know, check on you?

“I’m gonna find my date,” You tell him. A look of confusion crosses his face, you don’t give him time to respond before you disappear into the crowd. No need to stick around and deal with whatever baggage he’s got.

You bump into Soap at a shitty underground show your friend dragged you to, promising cheap drinks and hot potential hook ups. Normally you're a one and done sort of person, men are so emotional you really can't spare them more than one no strings attached fuck. You don't think this guy has even heard of feelings the way he holds you against his cock and grinds against you in the dim lights on the outside of the mosh pit. He certainly doesn't seem to feel anything but desperate when he bites your shoulder.

"Too many people," You tell him as he soothes his tongue over his bite.

"Wasn't a problem last time," You roll your eyes, yeah you'll give him that. People are a little more watchful here though, this show is at a bigger risk of getting busted up by the cops. You're not getting cuffed outside the bedroom again.

"Ok well it's a problem this time, so find somewhere private." You gripe, hearing a grumble of protest before Soap pulls away to glance around the venue. "Think there's a loft somewhere, might have a bed." You pick at your top, waiting on Mr. Bitey to come up with something better. His eyes dart around the top edge of the warehouse before nodding.

You half lead, half follow him to the loft space overlooking the party. You test the lock as he tests the bed, or the mattress. What is it with punk guys not having bed frames? Is a bed frame too establishment? Better than nothing you suppose, and the place looks clean. Now that you think about it this might be the band’s place. Funny.

You don’t really want to stick around here too long. You drop to your knees in front of Soap. His hand moves immediately to drag fingers along your jaw, tip your head to look at you.

“Wouldn’t want anyone else getting this view,” He tells you, you roll your eyes more focused on getting his belt open than whatever charm he’s trying to hit you with. It won’t work anyway, you’re more than protected against his magic. Still, it’s always funny seeing weavers try to work you.

“Your dirty talk could use some work,” You tug his pants down, wrap your fingers around his cock. You hadn’t seen it last time, but it’s just as pretty as the rest of him. You’re careful as you drag your tongue along his length, slicking the pump of your fingers. Soap swears over you, eyes fixed on the movement of your mouth. You put on a good show for him, kissing his thick cock between strokes of your hand, sucking at the head and lapping at the beading pre-cum. Your eyes lock on his, enjoying the way his pupils dilate for you.

“Fuck you are good at this,” He groans, watching you swallow the length of his cock. You hum affirmative, your hand leaving his cock to cup his balls. You’ve done this enough times, you should be at least competent at it.

You can feel the pentacles on your back starting to turn, the itch of warded magic. So compliments are part of it. Noted.

Soap’s hand presses against the back of your head, and you’re happy to give him a second just to feel your throat constrict around him as you swallow before you’re bobbing your head. Your tongue drags along the underside of his cock, tracing the veins and circling the head. You never take your eyes off of Soap, too eager to watch him lose a piece of his composure.

And he does, the cracks in his cocksure mask slipping as he swears and bucks into your mouth. Curling over you with a low moan when he does finally cum. You lick him clean as more hooks get redirected by your ward. More threads worked into your trap. Insurance.

You leave to find your friends before he can get it in his head to ask about the tethers.

You're talking to a guy at the bar, half interested too, when someone catches your arm and drags you away. You yank your arm away in protest and round on the guy only to realize you recognize him. Fuck what was his name, you've hooked up a couple times before.

"Oh hey, Mr. Clean, welcome back." You absolutely fumble whatever he's actually called. He barely seems to hear you, already dragging you towards the bathroom. The broken mirror and sticker covers stalls barely register over the way Soap kicks a stall open and pushes you into it. He locks the stall door behind you, and turns the both of you so you're pressed against it, dropping to his knees.

"Why is it every time I see you, you're with someone?" He asks, hardly waiting for the go ahead before he's dragging your shorts down.

"Bad timing?" You joke, he doesn't laugh frustrated with something. Not you, you think, otherwise he wouldn't press his mouth to your cunt with such an eager groan. You thread your fingers through your hair and exhale as you feel one of your hooks grab him. His tongue rolls over your clit, stoking the rapidly igniting heat between your legs, you wonder what’s got him all worked up. You suppose it doesn’t matter, he’s an easy meal.

You let out a shuddering breath, his tongue following the movement of your hips as you try to keep quiet in the empty bathroom. His mouth is hot, a furnace befitting a summer fae, just at the edge of too warm for you. His lips close around your clit, fingers digging into your thighs to leave bruises for the rest of the bar to see. The suction makes your hole clench, and you can feel the way slick smears with each drag of his hungry tongue. Eating you like a last meal, fast and aggressive. Like he can’t think of anything but your cunt.

He might not be able to. You’re never sure about your dosage for repeat customers. Coaxing his energy just a little heavier, feeling the rush of it when he palms himself through his pants.

“Good boy,” You purr, enjoying the shiver that sends down his spine. The renewed need that has him pressing his tongue into you, tasting you from the source. You press your fingers a little more insistently against the back of his head, hips bucking to follow the stroke of his tongue. He needs this, you think, needs the easy rush as badly as you do. An addict chasing their high.

His tongue twists and you whine, pressing your hand against your mouth. He does it again and you know he wants to hear you. But that won’t happen here, and he sure as shit isn’t coming back to your place. Still, it’s good, electric and wet. The attention to your clit sends sparks up your spine, paying you back for leaving him last time.

His hand leaves your thigh to push his fingers into your cunt as his tongue flickers against you. His fingers crook, twisting and stroking until the added stimulation makes you push down hard against his mouth, whining loud into your hand as you cum.

You feel his tethers hit your trap hard as your legs shake. His groans against you, fingers and tongue still working your clenching cunt into overstimulation. You grab a fistful of the tethers leading off of him and yank him back. He stares up at you with glassy eyes as you pull your shorts back up and tumble out of the stall to get the fuck out of dodge.

Soap stares daggers across the bar table, his fist tightly pressed against his mouth as his scotch sweats in front of him.

"What's bit your ass?" Gaz asks, barely drawing Soap's attention away from the space over Price's shoulder.

"Ah'm bloody starvin'." Soap snaps, the other three men at the table exchange a look. He's been through more artists in the last three months than ever before.

"What happened to the bird with the violin?" Gaz tries, voice measured and slow to keep the concern at the edges. Ghost's brows twitch together watching Soap drag a hand down his face.

"Only gave me one piece."

"Any good?" Price chimes in, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. Soap frowns.

"Really good."

"Then what's the problem?" Price presses. Soap doesn't know. It used to be enough. Ages ago one haunting piece could keep him for months, years if it was good enough. He was patient, he wasn't as jaded. What happened?

"Johnny," Ghost starts, Soap turns his glare on him, Ghost glares back switching tactics as the concern leaves his voice, "Find a new meal. There's a reason leanan don't live long." Soap scowls.

"Ah found one, and they don' give two shits about me."

"Sounds like a nice change of pace." Ghost says dryly. Price nudges him.

“You got any tethers in ‘em?” Price asks, trying to ease the Scot’s tension. Soap stops, thinking. He’s met you three times, he should have something, but as far as he can feel they’ve been empty interactions. So why do you fill his head at every spare moment? Why does he want to see you so badly?

“Not one,” Soap says finally.

“Christ you’re as bad as Ghost,” Gaz groans. Price stays silent, gaze heavy, inspecting. He snuffs his cigar after a moment, and pulls a new one from his pocket.

“I’m only gonna ask this once, so I’d think real hard on it,” Price strike a match to life with his fingernail, lighting his cigar with narrowed eyes like he’s worried Soap might lie, or might not know, “How many hooks they got in you?”

Soap counts zero, nothing, tries to feel for anything new that might have latched onto him. He’d know if a human got a few hooks in him, especially if he hadn’t gotten any in them. But the longer he thinks, the more he feels them.

Intricately latticed gossamer threads dig haphazardly into him, squeezing the other tethers and wrapping around old hooks. They constrict and expand just shy of tight. Just shy of noticeable. Now that they have been noticed, the feeling makes him shudder, it’s unmistakable. Soap drags a finger along one, hissing at the blood it draws, the way the line lights up red before falling away. Gaz leans back away from him, pressing against Ghost’s stiff form. Price exhales smoke across the table, the tendrils latching onto the spider silk threads and snapping them.

#Did no one consider that Soap's darling might not be an artist?#or at least not one in anything but body language #What do you give the man that's never had to work for his darlings affection?#a chase #wow ghoul this seems like another case of two unhealthy people finding love with each other #and what about it?#I have a lot of apprehension around this darling and Soap #my worry is I've gone too ooc for Soap #but I think seeing his own destructive habits mirrored will snap him back to sweet soap #need someone to be genuine for this man #I've been thinking too many sad thoughts about Fae!Soap #Imagine a life knowing no one actually loves you they only love what you give them #afab reader #x reader #fae!Soap #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x oc #hard darling

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zappedbyzabka · 8 months

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Okay but au where the Cobras stalk won’t leave Johnny alone when he left Cobra Kai after the tournament. (Bobby never left.)

Kreese encourages it—well, tells them to scout for him and try to cajole him into coming back "home". Tells them to do what it takes—whatever that is.

But they go further than that.

They watch him when it’s unneccesary. Stalk him.

They want to know where he is, what he’s doing, and who he’s talking to. If he decided to start hanging around LaRusso—the one he lost to—when they always let him win. Gave him the crown. Ardently adored just about everything he did, even if he went directly against what they suggested he do or don’t do.

He’s unaware of all the times they’ve defended him when people tried to talk shit behind his back. Scrubbed all the writings about his “girly voice” and how he “Sucks cock to keep his hair gold” off the stall walls when he was pissing off one too many boys and causing retaliation.

He’s far from helpless, but did he really think he’d make it that far without their loyalty?

He wasn’t truly upset with them at first.

In fact, he practically begged them to leave Cobra Kai and come be friends with him again, figure it all out with him—but they just couldn’t accept that. They would have been fine had Kreese not fucked up so badly, which wouldn't have happened had Daniel never shown up, but Sensei won’t be around to leer and yell forever. Nobody stayed but them, so they’d be the inheritors, right? Johnny should listen to them. They could have the whole dojo, change it however he’d like.

They can’t accept him not being theirs.

He started to get a bit frazzled when their awkward pleading visits got more physical, leading them to corner him and act just relaxed enough to make it seem unintentional. Their disappointment at his "no’s” turning to aggravation.

Sometimes they straight-up surround him, like before but even closer while telling him they know what’s best for him, and that that’s Cobra Kai—sounding scarily like Kreese.

They’ve grabbed him and held him in place, tried to convince him to come back, their hands touching in places inarguably inappropriate but convincingly accidental. "Don't make things harder than they already are, Johnny.”

They don’t hurt him, but they make it known that they could hurt him. They could do whatever they wanted.

Other times, they try the friendly approach again, every interaction laced with tension.

He still has a big soft spot for them. Unlike usual, he can’t bring himself to say "fuck off" and honestly never wants to.

Those are his friends…were his friends.

Bobby has a spare set of keys to Sid’s mansion and Johnny’s car. He was adamant that he was the one most reliable and, therefore, should be the one to have them.

They use that to their advantage often. How can their ex leader say no to a little hangout if they're already where he was going?

They like leaving little signs that they were in his spaces while he was gone. The smell of them on his blankets. A half smoked cigarette. An empty can of what they called their favorite brand.

And they take things. Souvenirs ranging from clothes to notebooks they eventually return. Like all the things they leave behind are just temporary replacements for what they took.

Johnny couldn't ask for the keys back outright. It'd be like admitting they’d “broken up”, and it’s not like he’s gained a whole new posse since he was defeated.

He knew then that it wouldn't go well. Bobby’s a better man than them all and tries—for the most part—but he has issues. He gets violent and possessive. Johnny’s sure if he asked for the keys back, he’d more than refuse, and so would the others.

But he tried anyway with the lie of losing his own.

They all got this look on their faces when he asked them. Like they were happy he "lost" them and had to rely on them.

They wanted to ruin him as much as they wanted to exalt him.

They couldn’t possibly let the chance go by when Johnny called them over in the arcade parking lot (that they so didn’t follow him to), nervous and lovely looking as he asked Bobby.

They had to taunt him a little.

Tommy slipped the keys out of Bobby’s jacket pocket, where he kept them safely, and dangled them in front of Johnny’s face. Bumped his shoulder against Dutch’s and grinned at Jimmy.

"Oh. You need these?"

Johnny nodded, reaching out for them and frowning (pouting) when Tommy pulled them from his reach with a laugh and gave them to Dutch.

That made Johnny pause: Dutch was stronger than him. He could stand a good chance one-on-one but…

He tried not to slap himself for thinking that way. The Cobras wouldn’t dare put their hands on him like that (would they?) and he wasn’t weak.

It's just…they seemed different. Like they wanted to do something to him.

Dutch smirked and tilted his head, crazy dick clearly enjoying every second. "You gonna come and get them, Ace?"

Johnny swallowed hard, unshed tears making his shine. He wouldn’t generally get worked up so easily—close to crying just from a little teasing—but they were his Cobras and he was still painfully raw from the tournament. The bruising on his neck still a sweet lavender.

He sniffled and gritted his teeth, reaching out for them again and stumbling directly into Bobby when Dutch stepped back and threw the keys to Jimmy.

Bobby caught him, helping Johnny stand straight but not letting him go when he tried to move away, strong arms wrapped around his slight waist.

He gave the blonde an expression that made him go still.

His hand slid down to the curve of Johnny’s ass, and slipped inside his back pocket. Where his very unlost keys were.

He didn’t move his hand away.

"Why are you lying to us?"

Johnny pushed lightly against Bobby’s shoulders. "I’m—I’m not, man. Just give them back so I can go."

His voice cracked pathetically. He didn’t want to fight them. He knew he’d been caught good, and didn’t know what to do. he wasn't even sure if he wanted to escape.

Bobby took the keys out and presented them. "Then what are these?"

Johnny looked at the ground, heart racing. "Those are for something else."

The other boy raised his brows a little. "Oh, really? What for then?"

Johnny let out a shaky breath, gaze darting between the four snakes near him, watching intently like they’re waiting to sink their teeth in.

he should know they’ve been waiting a long time.

"Why do I have to tell you?" He snapped finally, giving Bobby one hard shove that actually worked, making him almost fall on his ass. Jimmy and Tommy went into action fast, seizing Johnny’s arms and keeping him still.

Bobby gained his footing and huffed in irritation, stepping up to him again and gripping his chin roughly so he was forced to look at him.

"They're mine, you gave them to me, and I don’t want to give them back. Don’t ask again, yeah?"

Johnny struggled uselessly. Angry at himself for the spark of excitement in his stomach at the fact that he was at their mercy. It’s all wrong.

He was not yet ready to be brutalized again. Humiliation is no easier, but...

He nodded slowly, furiously blinking away the wetness that threatened to spill down his cheeks. He wouldn’t do that in front of them.

Not yet, at least.

Bobby changed then. His menacing demeanor turned into something pleased. Amused even. He leaned in and gave Johnny a brief kiss on the lips, light as a needle. They'd never done that before. "Thank you. You needed to go somewhere, right? Better get to it.”

He patted Johnny's butt.

They already knew he wasn’t meeting anyone. They made sure of it.

They let go of him, and Johnny stood there dizzy and shocked.

He almost hoped the rest would peck him too.

He snatched the keys offered to him and spun around to try and unlock the driver's side door to speed away, shaking so much that he fumbled and dropped them.

A warmth settled behind him, hands went over his, and a breath tickled the back of his neck. "Let me help."

Jimmy.

He guided Johnny easily, helping him insert it into the lock and twist, his hips pressed flush to Johnny’s behind.

Johnny practically threw himself in his car the second he heard the click of the lock.

He tried to shame away the stirring in his jeans as he drove home.

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