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Johnny being allowed to fuck but not cum all week because he pissed simon off, he tries bargaining with reader at one point to just - ease the cockring off , simon won't notice it'll be fine. Reader doesn't even have a chance to consider it before Johnny ripped out of her and is muzzled because bad dogs need to keep quiet
hm. you shot me dead with this one. like. what am i supposed to do with myself now?
1.4k of smut below the cut. cw: rough puppy play, itty bitty tiny second of cbt, edging/denial, simon is real real mean to johnny
something about johnny being in trouble and not being allowed to cum in you but trying anyway.... oh he's horrible
maybe this is after he was a little too rough with you (like that ask where he fucked up your wrist, or something similar) and he's in deep shit with simon. not only is he allowed to fuck you, simon makes him fuck you at least once a day. lines up behind johnny and moves his hips for him, doesn't even let him thrust on his own, guides every tiny little twitch. tugs him out right at the last second, makes johnny watch as he comes inside you. spends the whole time calling him bad, says if he could just learn to fucking listen for once he could mount you properly
johnny spends the whole week in misery. guy can barely sit down, he just wants to hump fucking everything. simon tells him he can't sit on the furniture when he's so drippy :( makes him sit on the floor instead - or he can let you clean johnny up, but no coming. does he want to be edged again or kneel between his legs like the mutt he is?
jacks him off in the shower in the morning, stopping right before he comes. leaves him crying and makes johnny wash his hair. has you cockwarm him for a bit, to make sure he stays completely hard. makes johnny eat you out til you're nearly knocked out, jacks him off slowly and stops every time you come.
he's nearly done with his punishment when he fucking breaks. it's a night simon isn't meant to be home until after midnight. you'd gone to bed earlier than johnny, wake up to him at you back, nose nudging your cheekbone and hard cock thrusting against your back.
"just gonna- just gonna fuck you, bonnie, 'k?"
"johnny?" you murmur, still half asleep. "but... simon said-"
"simon isn't fucking here," he snarls back, and you feel his bared teeth press against his shoulder. "he won't know. i'll be quick, ok, lass? just gotta... gotta cum, then you go back to sleep, yeah?"
"johnny," you'd whine again, getting a little squirmy in your spot as you feel his hands work at his own dick, then feel him start to slide in without any prep. "john- ow..."
"hush," he breathes heavily in your ear, hips already starting to work. you can feel how quickly his heart beats against you back. "i'll eat you out after, just let me... just..."
he doesn't speak after that, and neither do you. he's fast, needy, you can tell he's only gonna last a few minutes. you're still half-asleep, lost in the comforting warmth of your blankets and pillows, can't do anything but lay limp like a doll for him and relish in the pleasure.
you don't hear simon come in. one minute johnny is thrusting away inside of you, the next he's being ripped off, a sharp yelp coming from his lips followed by a long drawn out whine.
"bad fucking boy," you hear simon snarl over your shoulder, the sound of a slap echoing through the air. "you that fucking lost in your instincts, dog? can't think with nothin' but your dick - you see a pussy and fuck it, that's it huh? can't even listen to a simple command from your master. useless mutt."
you turn your head to the side, sleep clearing from your head at the sight of johnny crumpled to his knees, simon tall and proud above him. you can see the shine of tears on johnny's cheeks with the little light from the doorway.
"simon- simon-"
"no," simon's tone is merciless, his boot coming to rest on johnny's rock-hard dick and pushing down. "that's not what bad boys get to call me."
another whine, a plaintive "master..."
you see johnny's hips work a little, tiny thrusts against the sole of the boot. simon's scowl grows, backhanding johnny with bruising force and sending him sprawling to the floor. "why are you speaking? dogs don't fucking talk."
he stares down at johnny for another moment, both of them taking great heaving breaths. finally, he sighs loud and angry. "fine. i was going easy on you, mutt, was tryin' to be nice. but clearly you don't deserve nice."
he stalks over to their closet, yanking open a drawer you know holds the mean toys - the ones you don't like nearly as much as the others. he grabs something silver and shiny, storm back over to johnny and hauls him up by the hair.
johnny scrambles to follow, but simon doesn't give him a chance to stand. just drags his weight to the bed, throws him onto his back nearly on top of your legs.
you squeak a little, simon's aggressive energy something you're not entirely comfortable being so close to. you curl your legs up, folding into a little ball against the pillows as you stare at the two of them with wide eyes.
simon glances over to you at the sound, eyes softening behind his mask immediately. "oh, love, you're not in trouble. you couldn't stop the mutt from fucking you, huh? don't worry. we'll get him punished and i'll take care of you."
johnny whines again and starts wiggling around, eyes squeezed shut as his hips desperately thrust, looking for any sort of sensation. simon's attention slams back to him, a growl rumbling from his throat as he cups johnny's dick in one hand.
"gotta get you soft, dog," he growls, and you see his hand moving around a bit until he's got johnny's balls in a vice-grip. "the ring wasn't enough for a horny bitch like you, we'll see how you like the cage."
johnny's past words, can only writhe on the bed with little animal noises slipping past his lips. simon doesn't give him any leeway, doesn't give him comfort when he starts to sob a little, just keeps squeezing.
once he's apparently soft enough, simon is quick and methodical about locking johnny's cock up. almost impersonal.
"there," he grunts when he stands up to stare down at johnny. he lands a slap to johnny's dick, gets the smaller man jolting and crying out. "in your cage now. you're not sleeping in bed with us people until you prove you can handle it."
johnny hardly struggles as simon forces him to his knees, kicking at his side to guide him to the crate looming in the corner of the room.
just moments later simon's at the bed with you. he tugs the mask off now (knows you like it sometimes, but also knows it scares you a little - rarely wears it outside of punishments) and crawls on top of you, hands soft and slow as he coaxes you to stretch out back on the bed.
"hey, baby," he murmurs, voice low and just for you. "you're a good girl. can't help what the mutt does, huh? i know, i know. i'll take care of you now, fuck you right."
there are whines from the corner as simon flips you onto your stomach. he lifts you up to your knees, everything soft as he rubs your pussy a few times before slipping his cock into you.
he's always so heavy. you sink further into the bed when he gives you his weight, little moan slipping past your lips as your eyes roll back in your head. johnny gets louder.
"yeah, there you go. good girl, baby, so good for me, huh?"
simon fucks you deep and slow. no rush whatsoever, just nice and languid. you'd probably fall asleep if not for johnny's increasingly desperate noises, the sound of his crate rocking against the wall as he does something in there.
at one point simon sighs all annoyed into your ear, pulls out without warning. you whine and he pets a hand over your hair, whisps "just give me a second, doll, gotta shut the dog up and then i'll finish you off" before walking away.
you don't open your eyes, but you hear simon moving around the room. hear him spit, "makin' me fucking muzzle you because you can't shut up. nothing but a goddamn animal, are you?"
when simon fucks you again, johnny is silent.
he brings you to a slow and easy orgasm, fingers stroking at your achy clit. finishes inside you at nearly the same time.
he tucks you into his arms after, curls you into him and sighs, the sound all satisfied man. you fall asleep like that, johnny's predicament the furthest thing from your mind.
#asks and answers#bo writes#dlmliyh#btw simon totally lied about what time he'd be back so he could catch johnny and get him in more trouble lol#favorites
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my personal opinions on the cod mw2 mens libidos, highest to lowest ☄️
minors dni, smut and mentions of sex drives.
highest in my personal opinion would be soap. there's something about him that makes me feel like he's always down - maybe because he radiates energetic energy. he isn't the persistent type though, doesn't want to bother you with his sex drive, so he usually jerks off to your panties. otherwise, he's always down whenever you mention it..
second closest would be gaz, i think. i view both gaz and soap similar with their personalities, just not exact; (chatty, funny..) they have their own quirks and i feel like gaz finds himself horny more often than he realises, if you're too sore from previous days, he'll gladly take your hand or eat you out slowly whike pumping his cock, burying his face in your cunny.
third: ghost. i don't think a lot of people will agree with this but i can see simon having a high sex drive, just not as high as johnny or kyle. he knows his size is painful so he usually jerks off to photos of you. will be a bit iffy if you allow him anyways, worried you'll be in pain since he's been fucking you previously.
i believe fourth is price, busied with work, usually reports and files. loves when you cockwarm him though, able to get work done and experience pleasure. he knows it can be uncomfortable without movement, so he allows you to bounce or press a vibrator against your clit, squirting all over your hands. kisses your neck a lot, and prefers handjobs than to bother you with his rough fuckings, will give you attention so you know you're doing a good job.
then i think it's alejandro, i was contemplating switching him with ghost or price, so tell me your opinions, i'm all ears!! i don't think he's very bothered about fucking you super often, enough to show that he loves you. maybe during the shower, an intimate moment where he can express his love through eating your pussy or with his thrusts, deep and slow, increasing as he gets closer to his release.
könig, my husband and favourite man, i don't think he'd be super sexual. a pretty low libido, but what i'd consider atleast fairly average. he knows his size, and understands the pain so he lets you rest before he fucks you again. that's not to say he does enjoy a handjob, better than a blowjob since no one can really take his size, but your soft hands wrapped around his girth and stroking him, sloppy kisses while sat on the bed as you both prepare for rest, cumming all over your hand.
graves is a busy man, like price, but he doesn't like being bothered about it because it can make him distracted, and mixed with his temper, he'll get frustrated. tell me your opinions since i know this may be an unpopular opinion, but i do think he prefers a handjob when he can give you all of his attention, kissing you or moaning when you jerk him off, or riding his dick.
rudy, i think he's similar to graves in a way that he wants all of his attention on you. a soft dom who prefers giving than recieving, anytime you're waiting. i'm not saying he has the lowest libido, this one is based off your sexual drive because he's fine for whenever, ready to pleasure you in any way you like with his praise and soft lips against your skin.
#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley#captain john price#alejandro vargas#könig#rodolfo parra#141 smut#los vaqueros#call of duty modern warfare#orla speaks#cod mw2
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So, apparently Kerry Eurodyne in his undies and Johnny being a dick is too explicit for tumblr, but nsfw River is fine. Good to know.
#i set river to private to be on the safe side but they skipped right over flagging him and went straight for kerry chillin in bed#johnny isn't allowed to say pussy... or be a dick#jfc
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I got you, V.
Those words ricocheted off the walls of her mind, steadily growing louder with each passing second.
Told you that was a bad idea, but you just don't fuckin' listen.
Even when V was drifting somewhere between life and death, she could still hear the voice of the asshole rocker boy that lived in her.
The glitching was worse than it had ever been, making her feel as if her head was going to explode. She wasn't ready to die, but it seemed to be a foregone conclusion. It didn't matter how deep they went into finding a way to stop it, they were still so far away from a solution.
Come on, V, fight it.
Her eyes fluttered open sometime later. The smell of cigarettes and a dingy motel room filled her nostrils.
"Wha- fuck… Johnny?" She said, willing herself to sit up.
"Stay down, V. Need to take it easy." He appeared next to her, crouching next to the bed.
"What... where-" the room was blurred, objects barely formed as she tried to focus.
The only thing she could see clearly was Johnny. A hint of concern etched across his face, but she assumed it was just her vision.
"Brought you to a safe place. Those fucks won't find us here." Johnny said, answering a question she felt like she asked hours ago.
"Where... is here?" She struggled to return to full consciousness, head buzzing and vision distorting.
"Motel outside of the city. Stayed here a long time ago," he answered.
"This a they don't care if you vomit on the carpet kinda place?"
"Can't smell the aroma of vomit's past?" He asked with a little smirk.
V tried to laugh but she was hit with a shit storm of nausea and couldn't hold it back. She leaned over the edge of the bed and emptied the contents of her stomach at Johnny's feet.
"Barely missed me." He moved back.
V rolled back on the bed, feeling slightly better, "did you- how did you get me here?"
"Had to take your body over for a while. Only choice I had to keep you alive," he explained, stepping around her vomit to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Surprised I'm still alive after what you did the first time you were in control," she smirked and propped herself up against the headboard.
"Wasn't about to leave you in a pool of your own fluids." He kept his gaze on her.
V felt like she'd been hit by a truck, "thanks. I don't know what I'd do without you riding shotgun." She smiled slightly, trying to ignore the buzzing in her head.
"Guess there are some benefits to sharing the same body." He pulled a cigarette out and lit it.
There was something oddly comforting about it. Like a certain amount of stability had returned just from seeing him smoke. Normalcy in the midst of chaos.
"You ever wish you'd gotten stuck with someone else?" V asked.
"Someone with a dick maybe." He passed the cigarette to V.
"I can only imagine the chaos you'd cause if you had full access to someone's dick." She took the cigarette from his fingers.
Normally she wasn't one for smoking, but it was becoming a habit after a black out.
"You have terrible taste in sex partners," he chided.
"Still won't let the whole River thing go, huh?" V grinned and passed the cigarette back as she blew out a stream of smoke.
"A cop, V. You made me fuck a cop."
"Oh, then I can only assume you came too? Does that mean... you enjoyed it?" She grinned.
"Fuck you." Johnny shook his head and plucked the cigarette from her fingers.
"Had to feel good since you're feeling everything same as me. River is a God with his tongue." V pulled her knees up to her chest and watched Johnny take a long drag of the cigarette.
"Can we at least talk about future fucking? I should have a say," he said after a long silence.
"Okay, who did you have in mind?" V was curious if this was something he'd put actual thought into.
"Anyone with tits and a pussy." He said.
"That narrows it down a bit. I'm all for fucking chicks, but can we be a little more... selective?"
"Selective? The fuck does that mean?" Johnny furrowed his brow.
"No back alley hookers for one." V explained.
"Joytoys need attention too, V."
"Wait, so you'll bitch about flirting with Judy, but you're okay with back alley hookers?" She asked.
"Don't get me started on Judy," he warned, passing her the cigarette.
"Sound a little jealous there, Silverhand."
"Never been jealous before, ain't about to start." He shook his head.
V grinned and scooted closer, placing her hand on his shoulder, "don't deny it, you get all grumpy when Judy's around."
"Don't get grumpy either." He shrugged her hand off his shoulder.
V burst out laughing, even though it hurt to do so. "When are you not grumpy?"
"All the time, just said it," he replied without hesitation.
"Liar," V said, feeling his side for another cigarette.
"Told ya smoking is bad. No more," he grumbled, pushing her hand away.
"Seriously? Your first words when you crawled out of my psyche were where are my smokes." V reached for him again.
"No more. Need to keep your health up, what's left of it." He grabbed her wrist.
"Johnny, how do you feel when you're denied smokes?" She inquired.
"Doesn't matter what I feel, this is about you." He pulled another cigarette out and lit it.
"I'm literally getting taken over by you. Give me a goddamn cigarette." She reached for the one between his lips, but he caught her arms.
"Don't make me tie you up." He was able to hold her arms back with little effort.
If V hadn't been curious about him tying her up, she would've been concerned about her lack of strength.
"You wouldn't. Plus, you need me mobile so we can destroy shit."
"Not tonight, I don't. Told you to rest," he warned again.
"I'm not tired. At least let me sit up and smoke with you," V pushed, scooting closer to him.
"You're being more annoying than usual. Upset I used your body without permission?"
"Used my body would be an understatement. You took my body for a joyride." V tried for the cigarette again, this time winning the fight.
She knew it was only because he allowed her too though.
"Got you back in one piece, didn't I?" He asked.
"Barely. I'll need a week soaking in a tub and another week to sleep." She put the cigarette up to her lips.
"Gonna have to accept sleeping on a bed stained with bodily fluids and a shower that might not work."
"You couldn't bring me to a resort?" V joked.
"I brought you here for a reason, V," he admitted without so much as a glance in her direction.
V sat up a little more, "what reason is that? Getting tetanus?"
"Can you stand?" He turned towards her.
"Yeah, wh-"
"Come over here." He stood without explanation.
V slid off the bed and stood up slowly, letting her legs adjust for a moment before straightening up. She shuffled towards the kitchen, trying to avoid the large stains on the floor.
"Open up that cabinet and lift up the bottom board." He leaned against the wall while she carefully crouched to open it up.
"What am I lookin' for?" She asked, searching for a good spot to lift up the board.
She popped the board out and sat it to the side. She reached in and grabbed two metal dog tags on a chain.
"Are these-"
"Mine." He answered.
V sat back against the wall, turning the tags in her hands, "they've been here all this time?"
"Had to pry that board up myself," he said, stepping in front of her.
"Johnny... I- why are you giving me these?" V felt the significance of the moment right away. Johnny wouldn't do something like that if it was meaningless to him.
"Never found anyone worthy of having them, not one, until I met you, V." Johnny struggled to look up at her.
"Johnny-"
"You had to accept me coming into your life with no warning. Probably know me better than anyone ever has." He watched as she put them around her neck.
"Really didn't have much of a choice, but I'll be honest, I like having you around," V replied, letting the tags rest between her cleavage.
"Of all the people I could've ended up stuck in, I'm glad it was you."
The softest grin played on his lips and V realized it was the first time she'd seen him genuinely smile. No hint of anger, spite, or sarcasm at all.
She could've come back with a snarky comment like their usual banter but reconsidered. She couldn't ruin the surprisingly soft side he just revealed.
"I uh... thanks, Johnny. Means a lot." She stepped closer and kissed his cheek.
Johnny tensed and V froze, both of them realizing they'd never actually been this close to one another, even though they were connected. V placed her hand on his cheek and turned towards him, hesitating before pressing her lips to his softly.
V noticed his hesitation immediately and began to pull away, but he grabbed her hips and brought her back.
"You don't have to... I- I probably shouldn't have... "
He silenced her with a soft kiss that quickly turned harsh. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in closer, his lips moving perfectly against hers. When he finally released her she was in a daze, feeling like the breath had been taken from her lungs.
"Johnny, I-"
"Been curious about that." He said.
"Yeah? Why'd you wait so long?" She teased as she tried to regain her composure.
"Didn't think you wanted it. Why'd you waste your time on the cop?"
"Just can't let that go, can ya?" She laughed and leaned in for a hug.
"Never will. Still annoys me." He pulled her in and held her pressed against his chest.
"I wouldn't have fucked him had I known you wanted this." V was enjoying the softness of his touch as he ran his hands down her sides to her hips.
"Guess we need to communicate better," he said.
"And here I thought our problem was too much communication." She kissed his neck without thinking and paused, unsure if he was ready for more.
Johnny let out a soft sigh, "you need to rest."
"I'm not tired. Especially not now." V said, not moving away from him.
"Not really sure of this is a good idea." Johnny said.
"Since when do you worry about that?" V pressed her lips to his neck again.
"Since I started to like havin' you around," he admitted, but he made no move to stop you.
"Isn't that a good reason to keep going?" She pulled back, searching his expression for an answer.
"Relationships with me tend to break down once the fucking starts."
"It's not like you can leave though." V shrugged.
"Might not work out like you think." He stood still and let her continue to kiss along his jaw.
"It might work out better than you think." V placed her hand on his chest.
"Stop and think it over before you keep doin' that, V." He let out a low grunt as she continued to kiss closer to his lips.
"Already thought about it, Johnny," she whispered, breath hot against his skin.
His hand was around her throat in an instant as he shifted their positions, pressing her back against the wall.
"Ain't no going back after. Sure you want this?" Johnny's lips were close, but just out of reach for her.
"Yes, Johnny. Tell me you don't?" She was already panting for him.
"Pretty sure you know the answer to that, V," he said softly.
"Then take what you want," she whispered, eyes darting between his eyes and lips.
"Exactly what I've always done and it usually doesn't end well."
"But not with me." V was struggling to keep from begging.
"V-"
"Please, Johnny?" She asked softly, hoping he'd give in to what they both wanted.
He pulled her into a harsh kiss, making her moan at the sudden contact.
His hands moved down her sides to grab the hem of her tanktop and pull it over her head. The sound of his dog tags clinging as they fell back to her chest was like music to his ears.
Johnny returned his lips to hers as if he was dying for another taste. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him flush against her. His hands moved down to her pants, working at the button and her belt until he could push her pants down to her knees.
He had to concentrate on being gentle with her after what happened. That wasn't his usual style, but for her, he was willing to change things up. He was finally understanding why it could be satisfying to put someone else's needs above his own. V more than deserved that, especially after he was dropped unceremoniously into her psyche.
"Damn shoes." She sighed as she worked to get them off.
"No rush, V." Johnny said as he trailed his lips down her neck.
She finally got them off and shuffled out of her pants. She pulled him close and kissed him again, needing to feel his lips against her once more.
"We're going slow. Can't have you feeling worse." He slowly walked her towards the bed and gently laid her down.
"You don't have to treat me like glass, Johnny. Not gonna break that easy."
"No doubts that you're tough, V. But you need to take it easy." He crawled on the bed and peeled her panties off, settling between her thighs.
"Just relax," he said as he lowered his head and slid his tongue up her cunt.
V inhaled sharply at the feeling of his tongue flicking over her clit.
"Fuck, Johnny." She squirmed.
"Still, V." He ordered and ducked his head back down to focus on eating her out.
She gripped the sheets beneath her and tried to stay still, but it was proving to be a lot harder than she thought.
The only sounds in the room were her shallow breaths and the faint sound of Johnny's tongue lapping at her clit.
The bed creaked beneath her the harder he pressed her into the mattress.
"Johnny..." V panted for him the closer she got to coming.
"Let go for me, V." Johnny said.
She held on as long as she could, not ready for it to end.
"Don't be stubborn, V," he said, breath warm against her skin.
"You're the stubborn one, Johnny, remember?" She moaned as she squirmed beneath him.
Johnny grinned and dove back in, moving his tongue faster and easing two fingers into her. V bucked and writhed until she couldn't hold on any longer.
"Fuck... don't stop- right there." She moaned loudly as she came.
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