Ugh Ik This Is Totally Out Of Character For Johnny, But I Can’t Help It, Anyways I Had A Thought Last

Any Johnny Slaughter/Sawyer fans want to tell me what they'd like to see in a Johnny fic? I'm studying up on writing one right now, and if you have something that fits in my idea I'd love to write it in for you! Smut is totally allowed BTW 😜

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Simon desperately eating you out after a rough day.

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The door slammed shut, making you jump and bump against the edge of the counter that you stood at before the sink, finishing up a few stray dishes that had been left from the night before. You turned to see Simon standing there in the doorway, stiff as a goddamn board with only his eyes clocking the room to find you and locking on to your form like a beast ready to pounce.

"Pants off...now," he demanded, his voice metered and firm as he removed the mask covering his features.

"Well, hello to you too," you chuckled as you crossed your arms over your chest, but he was not in a picking mood. "What's up?"

He took a calming breath; it wasn't your fault his mood had been soured today and he didn't need to upset the only person that could turn this all around. "It's been a fuckin' day, luv. Need something to take the edge off before I send someone to the goddamn morgue. So, again, pants off…please."

This wasn't the first time you'd encountered this specific Simon before; his short, gruff sentences were an obvious indication that he has had an absolutely rotten fucking day and was completely over it already. And because this wasn't your first time you knew what he wanted…

…what he needed to let all that stress go.

Slowly you undid the button of your pants, pulling down the zipper before slipping your hands inside the waistband and sliding your jeans down off your legs. Once you removed them from around your ankles you tossed them to the side and stood there in your panties and tank top, waiting for him to give you your next instruction. Like a flash he moved in and was now on top of you, enveloping you entirely with his hulking form as it fit against your curves until your backside was being indented by the edge of the countertop.

Hot, hungry lips scrambled to aggressively connect with your own, fighting for dominance as the back and forth of the dance continued with each passing second. He let himself go to become consumed by you, unable to find a pause to take a breath as he all but devoured you whole until there was nothing left in his mind but you.

Those large hands with their thick, rough digits pawed desperately at the warm, soft skin of your bare hips, grasping as much meat between them that they could hold. All those curves, all the smooth, voluptuous flesh ready to be caressed, it was enough to drive him insane; how fucking lucky he was to have it all at his disposal now to help cure his bad day?

God you were a fucking feast and he was starving.

The connection between your lips was broken sloppily and with haste, a sting of spittle connecting your lips sparkling in the light as he pulled away. Simon hurriedly grabbed the hem of your tank top and ripped it up and over your head, letting your breasts drop and jiggle with the reverb as they were set from their cage.

"Fuck," he groaned under his breath with a sharp inhale through his teeth as he latched those lips back on to your own. "That's a sight that could do me in."

On the move he leaned his tall head lower as those raw lips began to explore further down along the curve of your neck, the line of your shoulder, and finally coming to those beautiful breasts which he immediately sucked into his mouth. The suction was intense as he used the very tip of his tongue to circle those perky rosebuds until he felt them stiffen against the roof of his mouth and your body twitch from the tingly feeling it gave off that shot up your spine.

Whatever you were doing before this felt like a distant memory as his attention grew your arousal so that your body responded in kind to him just the way he wanted. He switched sides on your chest, not wanting the first breasts twin on the other side to get left out. Simon only moved on after your hips began to grind against the bulge growing at the front of his pants.

His lips continued down the line of your body as he knelt to the ground before you, ready to put everything into worshiping that sweet pussy he loved so goddamn much. Over your sternum and stomach all the way down to your pelvis his lips caressed until they reached a roadblock covering those last few inches to his destination. That was quickly dealt with as his fingers wrapped around the waistband of your panties to slide them down your thighs, letting his lips keep going all the way to the mound of your sex; only then did he pause.

"Spread," he demanded again as his hands tapped at your inner thighs, his message being short and sweet and to the point. "I'm fuckin' endin' this day on a high note. I'm not stopping' till I'm on the goddamn verge of death by suffocation, so don't ya even try to move, luv."

You widened your stance with the guidance of his hands until there was enough space to allow his face to fit between them. Hands back on your hips, holding them as handlebars so that he could incline his face against your cunt he dove in.

Your petals were so warm, so silky, and it felt good on his mouth as he kissed that other lovely set of lips a few times, sighing as he was finally able to relax in his favorite place.

"Here we go, baby," Simon breathed into you as he extended his tongue and drug it over the slit between your legs until he had split you open, rubbing the muscle through the small accumulation of your juices to coat his tongue.

Goddamn were you sweet tonight. "Mmmm mmmm," his deep, garbled hum vibrated deliciously on your clit as the taste of you filled Simon's mouth and tingled on his taste buds.

…And then he began to move the pad of his tongue…

Over and over his tongue engaged your core. "Fuck, Simon," his name fell from your lips as his tongue began to make you writhe against his face.

"Again," he said in that gruff growl as he pulled from your for only a second.

You knew exactly what he meant for you to do. "Simon," his name was beautifully moaned from you once more as he focused all his efforts on that small bead of nerve endings at the top innermost part of your cunt.

The sound of your soft, breathy voice calling out to him made the previously enraged Lieutenant fucking crack at the seams and any trace of that rage-inducing day was suddenly completely gone; replaced by a fire to make good on his promise to desperately lap at you for as long as it took until his skin was infused with your scent and he was fully satisfied.

He moved up even tighter against your core, locking on so that even as you bucked there was no chance he would fall off until he was good and fucking ready to let you go. Shit he was pushing you to the limit of what you could take, your body aching wildly as his strike hit precise and deliberate every time until you were right at the cusp of your pleasure. God, his pace was relentless.

Overwhelmed with the intense gathering of warmth in your belly, your toes began to curl together over top of the floor as you scrambled to keep your breathing steady through the growing euphoria. How were you supposed to force yourself to intake air when all your functioning had been redirected straight to that pleasure sensor in your brain?

That thought had little time to gain traction as that feeling of impending pleasure had reached its peak.

Suddenly you were spilling violently, crying out as you tried to move him from you, but Simon was in this till the end. He kept at it until you had ridden it out to completion and finally settled, your heavy panting becoming softer and more drawn out.

You thought that that was it; the finale had been reached and all was good right? You could not have been more wrong. A wet flash of a smirk crossed his lips as he stood back up before you.

Without even a verbal warning his hands were suddenly digging into your sides as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you out of the kitchen and into the bedroom where he sat you on the surface of the bed. Reaching with one of his hands over his shoulders he gripped the fabric of his shirt in his grasp and pulled until it came off over the top of his head, throwing the useless article to the floor before stalking towards the bed.

"On ya knees baby," he grunted as he hurriedly laid down on his back beside you further up towards the head of the bed. "Over my face. Now."

Simon pulled at your arm until you moved, his need to be smothered between your thighs causing him to rush. Grabbing on to the headboard for leverage you knelt over his head.

Your petals glistened with the sticky cum and saliva mixture he had just created as he ate his first course, but there was still plenty to get lost in and he was more than ready to dive back into it.

Greedy hands rubbed up and down the smooth skin of your thighs. "Sit," he commanded and you bent your legs until you were just above his nose, but that wasn't good enough; he didn't need you being gentle, he needed you to give him what he wanted - to let him drown in you.

"No hoverin', I said sit," he hissed as he quickly moved his hands to your hips and wrenched them down so that you had no choice but to lower yourself until your pussy was completely flush against his face like a chair.

His breath hitched not just from the instant lack of available oxygen, but because the feeling of being completely enveloped by your pussy was akin to being high; he was on cloud fucking nine just suffocating against you.

The headboard thumped against the wall from your arms shaking as full contact was made again along your core after just having come. The tears stung your eyes, your over-stimulated clit so sensitive it almost hurt. His grip on your hips didn't let up, keeping the pressure tight so that there was no chance of escape, even though you wriggled in search to ease up a little.

There was still some fight left in you; that simply wouldn't fucking do as it meant he hadn't finished the job and he was anything but thorough. Simon needed you completely spent and too exhausted to even move a goddamn inch.

"I-I can't…I can't," you pleaded with him as you squirmed over top of his stark features like anything you said would persuade him to give up.

You could hear his voice in your head, you knew what he'd say if he could talk at that moment. "Oh yes you can sweetheart. You're gonna fuckin' take it all for me."

I mean look at that big boy, he could eat and that meant all types of meals, you included most of all.

As if a nonverbal response to your mewling, his tongue picked up in speed, stroking wildly against your clit with reckless abandonment. Your fingernails were digging into the wood of the headboard, thighs vibrating against Simon's ears as each movement of that deadly appendage brought you closer and closer to your second harsh release.

"Bastard," you whined.

He gave your hips a hard squeeze. Call me what you like baby, he thought, you're still gonna fuckin' come as many times as I want.

So warm, so wet, so soft, gasping for air... He was in heaven.

Unconsciously your hips began rocking along with the thrusts of his tongue, riding him just as he worked and that familiar feeling in your stomach returned. Seconds passed…or was it minutes? Hours? Time seemed to pass differently when he was eating you out.

All of a sudden you stopped rocking, pressing your pussy as hard as you could against his face, and with a few more hard strokes you cried out as you came violently, slamming into the headboard as your thighs clamped down around Simon's ears.

"S-s-shit…" you whimpered as you ground out the last drop of your ecstasy until Simon tapped your thigh to be set free.

Legs shaking, chest heaving, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed bright red, you fell down on the bed beside him, unable to move a muscle save for your head. Turning your face towards him you were met with a very happy and content man gazing back at you with those fiery auburn eyes, face absolutely drenched from eyebrows to chin in a thin layer of your cum.

He reached out to you, his palm cupping over the entirety of your cheek. "You did so fuckin' good for me sweetheart," he praised, thumb rubbing over the supple skin there. "So fuckin' good that I think ya deserve a break…but I don't think I'm finished quite yet."

"Oh?" you questioned back through heavy breaths, eyes wide. More?

He chuckled in that deep vibrato as he rolled over to kiss your forehead. "Well… ya see… it was a really fuckin' bad day."

You hadn't planned on dying today, but if Simon got his way he would be setting up your funeral later tonight, but there were worse ways to go…right?

Swordtember 2023 (part 2) by Mukhlis Nur

Can anybody give these old-ass Democrats protest lessons? They're acting like they're still living in pre-2015 politics when the GOP gave a shit and wasn't deranged.

A member gets up and starts shouting: All get up and shout with him.

Don't walk out: MAKE them carry you all out, not shutting up the entire time. I'm serious, go limp, be dead weight.

Putin's Puppet says a provable lie: Everyone chant "LIE" in unison for a solid minute instead of holding pitiful little signs in front of a man who can't read above a 3rd grade level.

Have someone who knows ASL sitting with you, interpreting everything in full view.

If you're gonna hold signs, make them BIG like you're actually trying to do something. Have them in multiple languages.

Make other signs that say clever or cutting things that will make him rage for days. "DOESN'T OLD TRUMP LOOK TIRED?" or "PUPPET PRESIDENT" or "EVERYONE IS FACT-CHECKING THIS SPEECH TRUMP DIDN'T WRITE" or "THE EMPEROR HAS NO CLOTHES" or his current tanking approval rating next to a laughing emoji.

Make a stink every day in congress, throw as many bills as you can on the floor even if they go nowhere, look like you're trying.

Have someone, idk maybe someone you actually want to boost for President in 3 gd years, be your voice of opposition in the media, loudly complaining and telling the facts, every single day. Let the people know you're there!

How hard is this? There's probably better suggestions than mine if they actually hired seasoned protestors or behaviorists/psychologists or even the biggest teenage troll they can find on a messageboard.

The Emperor Has No Clothes. So fucking act like it.

Last last Johnny fic with the jealousy was so good ahhhhh

I can totally see him having a breeding kink, the narcissist in him would love it. Lowkey I think he'd have a housewife kink. Seeing you bearfoot in a sundress, round and pregnant hanging up laundry in a clearing near the sunflowers.

I don't think he'd be able to keep his hands off you

Heres... Johnny! This is kind of a sequel to this post

Johnny Slaughter x Reader

I Give & He Takes

Contains: reader is heavily pregnant, exhibitionism, vaginal and anal sex

MINORS DNI

Being near the beautiful sunflower fields turned doing the laundry into a delightful treat. In your cute white sundress, which occasionally rode up your round belly when you reached on your toes to pin Johnny's clothes for drying, you held his favorite black T-shirt close before pinning it up alongside one of your shirts.

Humming a tune from one of Sissy's songs, you were completely absorbed in your own world.

Suddenly, a touch jolted you out of your thoughts. Two strong hands firmly gripped your waist, then slid up to your hips before settling on your heavily pregnant stomach.

Johnny's whisper came as he rested his chin on your shoulder, his hands maintaining their hold around your belly. "How's my pretty girl?"

You giggled, leaning into his touch. "Better now that you're home."

He playfully nipped at your earlobe, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. "And how's my baby?"

"They're kicking a lot today. It seems like they're impatient to join us," you remarked, and as if to agree, a series of kicks fluttered against Johnny's hand.

Johnny gently spun you around, his hands moving to grip your shoulders. His dark eyes roamed over you possessively, tracing every inch of you from the top of your head to the tips of your bare feet. The sun hung behind his slicked-back hair, casting it in a rich copper hue and forming a shadow that enveloped your faces. You blushed under his intense scrutiny, biting your lip as you smiled up at him.

"Won't be long now," he said, his fingers continuing to caress your stomach as he directed his words to your unborn child. "As soon as you're out, mama and I are gonna give you a sibling. Mama's far too pretty not to be carrying my babies, after all," he murmured in a low tone, locking his eyes onto yours as his fingers began to lift the hem of your sundress.

"Johnny!" You gasped, glancing back at the family house and attempting to halt his hands' ascent with two of yours. "Everyone's home, and anyone could come out and see us."

"It ain't like they don't know we've been fucking, sugar," he said with a wry grin as he lifted your dress higher until it was crumpled up over your protruding stomach. 

He leaned down and met your lips with his, kissing you fiercely. You wondered what has been getting him so riled up. Normally he would only be this excited after a particularly fun hunt, but lately he's been more and more bold. 

So, though you protested, you weren't surprised when he leaned you against the fence facing the sunflower fields. He looped his finger through the thin fabric of your panties and pulled it aside, spreading your ass with both hands and clicking his tongue appreciatively.

"Johnny, can we at least wait until it's dark?" You whimpered. He had you on display, with only his body to block the household's view. 

His thumb pressed against your puckered hole, making you tremble. "Don't think we can, sweetpea." He moved to your slit, spreading you open. "What if the baby decides to come by nightfall? Then I'd miss my chance to fuck my deliciously round babygirl. No," his middle finger teased your entrance, "I think I'm done waiting."

You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, and shortly after he slapped your ass cheek with his hard cock. A moan slipped from your lips, and you reflexively looked over your shoulder toward the house. 

What you saw was Johnny pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it up over the clothing line. His muscles shone with sweat under the afternoon rays, and you saw a new cut across his abs. 

"You get in a fight today, Johnny?" You asked. 

His eyes crinkled as he laid his cock at the small of your back. "Admiring my latest scar, baby?" He grabbed your hip with one hand and his cock with the other, looking down to line himself up with your slick entrance. 

You couldn't deny how hot his scars were. Each new one he collected added to his already predatory look, so all you did was nod as he pushed into you slowly, hissing through his teeth. 

"You're always so wet for me, baby," he praised, pressing in slowly until you felt his full length fill your already-tight pussy. 

Your knees trembled as he dug in long and agonizingly slow, pausing when he reached the hilt. Then, he bent his legs, and thrust up and into you as deeply as he could. 

You let out another breathy moan before you could catch yourself, blushing hard. "You wantin' us to get caught?" You whispered in disbelief.

"More like I don't give a damn if we do. What's there to be embarrassed about? Got the world's sexiest woman wrapped around my cock," he said, gripping your ass cheeks and grinding up into you.

You knew there was no point in arguing —Johnny gets what he wants. So, fuck it. You arched back into him, allowing him as much access as possible.

"Baby, you lookin' real nice," he said. You could feel his eyes drinking you in, reveling in the way you gave in to him. You can't help yourself. You are his, after all. 

Johnny gripped your hair and used it as leverage to pull himself into you again and again, until you were completely lost in him, oblivious to your surroundings. His other hand was on your round belly, admiring his handiwork.

He let go of your hair and your head lolled forward, resting against the fence as he drove into you. Then, with no forewarning, he took his slick cock from your aching pussy. You whined at the loss, but only momentarily, as the head of his cock found your tight ring. 

You heard him spit, and felt it land at the same moment he pushed into your ass. You were so wet that, with the addition of his saliva, he slotted into you with relative ease, letting out an animalistic groan.

"Oh fuck, Johnny!" You said, entirely too loudly. But being that your mind was completely lost in lust, you couldn't be expected to think. Which is exactly what Johnny wanted. 

"What in tarnation is goin' on out-" the back porch door swung open and Drayton's voice sputtered as he spotted Johnny bending you over the fence in broad daylight, thrusting into you with wild abandon. 

"Johnny- Drayton is-" you panted, struggling to finish your sentence.

"I know he's watchin'. He won't do anythin','' Johnny said. His hands gripped your butt cheeks so tightly that you felt your skin bruise, and you couldn't help but egg him on more, grinding with his motions.

The Cook wanted to intervene, to demand that you two get a room, but his protest died in his throat. He nervously looked around, then closed the door quietly behind him, pulling the shudders. 

"Told ya, babygirl," Johnny said with a smirk, slowing his pace and savoring your tight warmth. 

You shuddered, feeling intensely full, when Johnny's cock began throbbing inside you. "Fuck," he said breathily, his hips moving further into you. When the pulsations finally stopped, he pulled out slowly, spreading your cheeks wide to watch his length leave your welcoming depths. 

"Good girl," he praised, laughing and slapping your now-sore ass. He turned you around and tugged you against his sweaty torso, kissing you fiercely before pulling back and rolling your dress back down. "Now get back to work, sugar," he said with a wink, and left you lying exhausted against the fence, too weary to feel in the least bit embarrassed.

It felt so good being the bad man's girl.

I think something a lot of people don't realize is that Ghost isn't insecure. We have that famous interaction with Soap that goes ''are you ugly?'', ''quite the opposite'', and the way that man carries himself in general does NOT scream insecurity. Even his voice lines in multiplayer show him as. just some dude. We even have that CODM Christmas picture of him flexing for the camera, lol. This man is attractive, and he knows it. He's def the type to flex on mirrors when he's alone.

ALSO he's NOT cold !! If you read the comic, he refers to hostages as ''love'' and ''sweetie'' He's a sweet guy, just traumatized.

Agreed 😣👌

Why is white hair so attractive, like, I don't get why I just see white hair and I'm like 😍

Thinking about re-writing my super huge fanfic as an original story and making the main character white haired cause unf *bites lip*

AU vs Canon

i made them kinda hate eachother bc its funny lol

Simon "Ghost" Riley, könig and Captain John price eating you out

Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, pet names, very badly translated German

Simon "Ghost" Riley

This man will literally have you ANYWHERE. In the kitchen, the shower, the bathroom of a bar. He'll have you in a mating press, knees up to your shoulders. If there's nowhere to lay you down? He'll get on his knees. Nose nudging your clit as he licks hot stripes up your dripping entrance. Simon can't get enough of the sounds you make. He will almost always leave bruises on your hips from his grip, he knows you love it anyway. He'll make your legs so weak that you won't be able to walk the next day, so he'll carry you around and then eat you out for hours again to repay him for carrying you.

"Jus' one more fr'me Lovie, c'mon"

Captain John price

Would pepper little kisses and bites on your inner thighs until your begging him to help with the mess between your legs. He'd make you cum just from your clit, sucking and rubbing it until it's swollen and throbbing with need, ignoring your entrance. That's for his cock only. He loves it when your thighs squeeze and shake around his head, watching your head fall back and your eyes rolling back into your skull. Loves to hear your whines and moans as he works on you, every time you try to squirm away he'd grap you by your hips and pin you back down, making you gasp when he lightly slaps your pussy for trying to get away from his hungry mouth.

"Don't run away now Love, take it"

König

He eats you out practically anytime he can, he does it for him, groaning as he works his tongue inside of you. He will eat you like it's his last meal, obscene noises coming from in-between your legs, making your face flush with embarrassment. He'll devour you for HOURS, you'll be too sensitive and overstimulated, trying to push his head away. But he just takes your wrists and pins your hands down by your sides as he keeps going, eliciting more squeals from you. Every orgasm feels like an out of body experience, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. You'd be shaking and quivering under him, not knowing how much more you can take as he just goes wild with his mouth. He'd feel your swollen bundle of nerves throb on his tongue before making you finish for the umpteenth time. He would BEG you to let him eat you out again, even though your all sore and sensitive :((

"Please schatz, one more time"

missed drawing my 1920s MH AU :)