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HEY! i did, in fact, get sick again lolol. but! i am working on a revenant!johnny fic thats taking a little longer than i thought it would. expect it tomorrow/the next couple of days bcs im finishing a final. i will give you a hint on it: its an au of an existing fic 😳😳

[fir3ylolol]

Hi girl !! Just to say I love your writing and im happy you're back but don't overwork yourself if you're still recovering !! Lots of love!!!!!

thanks fava, i really appreciate that! the semester has about 3 weeks left, so ill try to balance everything out as best as possible. besides, i missed being able to actually write! whenever i get sick, i get insane headaches if i even think about looking at a computer screen lol. lotsa love to you too!!!

[fir3ylolol]

i had an idea…i’ve been thinking A Lot about that one johnny cage skin with the red shirt where he has the forearm tattoos…. maybe they’re those long lasting temporary ones and he has them on for a movie? and reader is realllllly into them

place beyond the pines

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: your boyfriend comes home, with a couple of new additions 0.0

tw: vaginal penetration, fingering, afab reader, gn reader, slightly dirty talk, groping, established relationship, sloppy makeout, smut, shameless smut

a/n: im alive! ive beaten a cold, finally. glad to write again! it's almost break for me, so i'm gna try to stay consistent. and if not…don't be mad at me pls. ALSO check out my works in progress post linked in my pinned to see what's to come ;P

word count: 1.15 k

Ao3

The front door shuts firmly, and you perk up at the sound. That sound means only one thing: your boyfriend is home. He’s not usually home at this hour, so you’re really excited to see him more after a long, lazy day in sweatpants and baggy t-shirts. But as you rush out to see him, you’re stopped by the sight in front of you. There, standing by the doorway, is Johnny, in a tight red compression shirt with the sleeves pushed up. On his exposed forearms, you see black and white American Traditional tattoos, interlaced with a snake twisting its way up his arm. You’re caught off-guard, frozen across the room from him as he puts his keys down on the entry table.

He turns to face you, with a wide but tired smile. But he notices your still state and his face drops slightly in confusion. He walks over, shaking your shoulders lightly. “Love? You ok there?” You snap out of it, shaking your head as you do. “Yeah, sorry, I just…what are those?” You shakily reach your arms out to trace down the patterns. He lifts them to meet your hands, smile returning, “Don’t you think they’re cool? They’re just temporary, but it’s for that movie I was just cast in. You know, ex-cons tend to have tattoos so,” he gestures with his head. You start to fluster further, feeling the warmth of his skin under the intricate patterns and artwork. Finally, the gears start turning in his head and he laughs lightly. “You like them, don’t you?” Your head bolts up, embarrassed that you were so blatantly called out. You shake your head rapidly, stepping back slightly. “No, I just think the art is cool!” He steps forward, smirking at how flustered you are, lightly grabbing your wrist.

“Really? Because it feels like you think it's hot, and it’s flustering you,” his other hand coming up to cup your face tenderly. You try to turn it into a joke, pushing past his touch to walk towards the kitchen. “Come on, stop playing. You must be hungry, ri-” You’re abruptly cut off as that familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist and hold you in place. You’re about to protest until you hear a gravely quiet voice in your ear, “You’re a shit liar, you know.” Suddenly, your feet no longer touch the ground, being carried towards the couch with little to no say. You would fight it but…you don’t really want to. Your eyes are locked on the sight of them, art straining against the veins that pop out of his skin as he constricts around you. You feel him slowly sit down, grip on you still tight as you end up on his lap. You expect him to ease up, but when has Johnny ever gone easy? You notice his hold on you loosening, but his hands start to travel. One traces its way up your chest, reaching your head and gently holding your jaw. The other slips towards your waistband, fingers moving teasingly slow. He leans his head forward, warm breath against your ear as he whispers, “I had a pretty long day…wanna help me relax, baby?” Overwhelmed slightly by him, you nod against his hold on your face.

You watch as his inked hand slides lower, not as teasing anymore. But he loves to put on a show, and he shuffles your sweatpants off slightly. His voice, slightly louder this time, rasps out, “Gotta make sure you can see the whole show.” Helping direct your head down, you watch as his fingers circle against your clit. You jolt at the feeling, but his grip on you tightens slightly, keeping your back pressed into his strong chest. You’re slightly dizzy, watching as he sinks one finger inside you, hand tensing at the feeling. You can feel a heavy sigh from him, as he continues to curl in and out of you. His thumb reaches up, returning to sit comfortably against your clit again. As he moves, speed increasing bit by bit, you can’t help to whine out. The sight of his detailed art disappearing inside you, the feeling of his rough thumb moving so softly. As he slides another finger in, a gentle moan slipping out, he lifts your head again. He tilts it back, resting it against his shoulder. You watch with half-lidded eyes as he brushes your face off, his face barely visible from your angle. But he never stops, steady pace as you squirm at the sensation. But his free hand shows up again, clinging to your chest. It’s as if he’s holding himself back from moving at a ruthless pace, but he can only hold so much back. You can hear murmurs echoing through his throat against your right ear, incoherent, but very much through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, he’s speeding up more, his hand on your chest loosening slightly. At the angle of your head, you can’t muffle yourself, louder and louder moans as his hand starts to grab and massage your chest. You can hear him clearer now, voice carrying better, “God, look at you. You look so good like this, spread out just for me. You feel so good, baby, shit.” You can feel him growing sloppier, and more impatient than before. But you’re not far from cumming, your hands desperately searching for purchase. One latches to his thigh under you, and the other on his wrist, moving as he pumps his fingers inside you. You help guide him slightly, shuddering as he touches the exact right spot. You’re nearly seeing stars, but you lift your head, letting it flop forward. His entire arm is moving at this point, both flexing at the effort he’s exerting. As you manage to gasp out that you’re close, the hand on your chest lets go and shoots back to your jaw. He turns your head, angling in back and to the side, as his lips collide with yours. His kisses are as sloppy as his moves, desperate for more of you than there is. Your grip tightens and you feel him groan into your mouth at the feeling. That does it, a harsh flinch as you cum around his fingers. Both of you are moaning at this point, unable to break the kiss. You’re not sure which voice is yours anymore as it echoes through your head. But as he removes his fingers, you break the kiss, taking a deep breath as you rest your head against his shoulder again. You hear as he brings the drenched fingers to his mouth, wanting to get every last bit of you as possible. But it only lasts so long, as he removes them with a quiet, “Ew, these things taste bad.” After a pause, he scrambles to clarify himself, “Not you! The tattoos! They taste bad, not you.”

[fir3ylolol]

Hola pookie you should definitely continue writing more of Josh Hutcherson, im a certified Josh Hutcherson enjoyer

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mi anon!! im finally back from the dead and working on stuff again. im should be posting a johnny request tomorrow, but im gna get some josh out veryyyy soon ;)))

[fir3ylolol]

hey yall!! im not posting anything for a bit, i feel ill 🤒 i can barely look at my screen today. i hope i get something out soon for u guys :P

[fir3ylolol]

fir3y!!!! i want to let you know youre my fav writer on tumblr!!!!!! i love your fics so much im really twirling my hair and kicking my feet in the air reading them!! youre super cool!

keiiii :,)))))) thats so sweet of u!! youre super cool, i really appreciate your constant support. it means so much to me! also, im very glad the feet kicking and hair twirling is consistent, thats how i write them

[fir3ylolol]

THE WAY YOU WRITE RAIDEN IS SO CUTE I WANT TO EAT HIM (/POS)

HEHEHEHEHE THANK UUU!! everytime i write him, i just want to put him in my pocket and carry him around, he so cutie

[fir3ylolol]

lighting in a bottle pt. 2

pairing: Raiden x Reader

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, first time, romantic, praise, making out, afab reader, gn reader, smut, sweet smut

a/n: raiden is actually so fun 2 write i love himmmm. also, i still need 200 follower special ideas, hand them overrr. 2nd part to @redsrioters request

word count: 2.41 k

pt. 1

Ao3

Raiden was nothing if not persistent, showing up after every shift to walk you home. Sometimes he even brought Kung Lao along, who would bug you for Madam Bo’s leftovers while you were trying to clean. But it was sweet, how much he cared. So you had no trouble in continuing to go out on dates with him. First was stargazing on the way home from work. Then it was grabbing a dessert to share. Then going to the night market, going to the theater, and even being brought to a training session. Seeing lightning course through your almost-boyfriend was…interesting to say the least. Something you wanted to see again though. It isn’t until two weeks after your first date that you have a fully free day. And Raiden isn’t going to waste it, showing up at your door at 11 a.m. with a light knock.

You see him through the front window, a large basket in one hand and an equally big bag in the other. You can’t help but giggle a little, rushing to finish getting ready. You swing open the door, leaning forward to peck him on the lips. He barely has time to process it before you pull away, shutting the door. He’s got a wide smile on his face, eyes locked on you as he steps back slightly. “You ready?” He asks as you two start walking away from the village. “I wouldn’t be walking with you if I wasn’t ready,” you joke, face scrunching up slightly with sarcasm. He laughs, shoulders shaking slightly, as he manages to say, “You got me there! But I mean ‘Are you ready to spend a good day with yours truly?’ I got up early to get the food ready.” You look at him, eyebrow raised but a wide smile on your face. “How much did you pack?” He looks down at the basket, before looking up sheepishly. “Probably way too much. But I didn’t want to make something you didn’t want to eat.” You lace your arm around his, pulling him close, “How very kind of you.” He smiles widely, eyes crinkling up in the corners. He turns slightly, leading you down a beaten path that slowly angles downward. You watch as the path slowly becomes more overgrown, trees starting to grow thick above your head. You can hear a gentle trickle growing louder until you reach a rocky stream. 

There’s a large rock right at the bank, smooth and warm, soothing to the touch. Raiden spreads the blanket in his arm out on the rock, smoothing the corners down before sitting down, and starting to pull the food out to rearrange it. He pulls out container after container, warm condensation visible inside. Fragrant spices overwhelm your senses and you sit down beside him, eyes darting across everything. “Wow…this may rival Madam Bo’s cooking.” He looks up, nervously waving his hands, “Oh, don’t say that. She’s going to find out you said it and lose your job.” You scoff slightly, shuffling closer, “She can’t fire me. I’m one of the only people in the village she can stand to be around for a while.” He laughs quietly, before grabbing a bite of sauteed vegetables and holding them up to your lips. You take a bite, chewing slowly, muffled moan you savour the flavor. “Wow, you’re a really good chef. This is so good!” His smile grows again, moving to grab more for you. You put a hand up slightly, confused at his actions, “You know you don’t have to feed me, right?” He pauses slightly but continues moving again. “I know. But I made it, and I like feeding you. The way you react is cute.” Well, now you can’t resist, gladly accepting the delicious food. You look around while eating, observing how pretty it is here, and peaceful. “How did you find this place?” You break the silence once again. His eyes light up slightly as he recounts his story, “Well when we were little, Kung Lao and I were always trying to escape work and training. So we would try to find secret places, places we could play without being bothered. This was my favorite one. I was very sad when we were finally caught. But I still come here from time to time, just to clear my mind.” You smile gently at him, the thoughtful side of him is always your favorite. Suddenly, he stands, rolling his pants up to his knees and taking off his shoes. “What are you doing?” you question, leaning forward to see him better. He rushes towards the edge of the water, pausing to look over his shoulder and shouting, “Enjoying the water! You should join me!” He walks in, splashing slightly as he goes further in. You stand up, pulling your clothes out of the way to climb in, now bare feet slipping against the wet rocks below. You can’t help but giggle, the cool water and large stones slightly ticklish against your sun-warmed skin. Raiden is by your side again, arm around your waist to support you as he laughs as well. You smack his arm lightly, “Laughing at my struggles, are you?” He pulls you closer, eyes crinkling in happiness, “No, I’m laughing with you. A distinct difference.” You stare at him a few more seconds, before leaning in closer, capturing his lips in a kiss. You feel his fingers dig into your skin more, as his soft lips press against yours with passion. You’re so lost in him that you forget where you’re standing, your foot slipping against the ground. You end up pulling him in after you, a loud splash echoing through the quiet area. You sit up, gasping and soaking wet. Raiden is pushing himself up, looking towards you through his eyebrows. But it only lasts a second before he’s hysterically laughing, nearly falling back in. You lean forward to shove him slightly, which only makes him laugh more. It’s infectious, both of you laughing like madmen, sopping wet.

You both manage to walk back, clothes heavy but laughter light. It’s almost too short, as you reach your door quickly. Turning to look at him, rosy cheeks and hair still dripping, you feel something come over you, an urge, a desire begging to be given in to. You lean against the door, pausing to think before speaking again, “You know, it’s getting late. And I don’t want you getting sick because you had to go all the way home sopping wet. So…want to come in? It can just be for a bit, to dry off.” You try to cover your tracks, not wanting to push him. But his smile falters slightly as if he’s struggling to decide. You move to open the door, rambling on to cover your tracks, “You don’t have to, you know. I’m good with anything, I just figured I should offer.” You feel his hand on your shoulder, as his voice comes as almost a whisper, “I’d love to, thank you.” You feel all the nervous energy in your body dissipate, unlocking the door and ushering him in. “Please, make yourself at home. I’ll start a fire to dry us.” As you move to fill the fireplace, he puts his basket down, observing your house in awe. “I like your decorations. It’s very…you.” He says, smiling over at you from the other side of the room. You light the fire, tending to it to make sure the wood catches. He sits next to you, watching you with the same awe as before. Finally, the fire’s blazing, and you sit back next to him. He quickly wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You can feel his body heat, warm still under the damp clothes.

He takes his free hand and cups your face, turning you to look at him. As the firelight bounces off his eyes, you melt into his touch, meeting his gaze with the same intensity. He whispers, barely audible, “You look so lovely like this, so beautiful.” He leans in, pressing his lips against you in a slow but passionate embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck, your body turning to face him more. His hand stays on your face, his other hand traveling to your waist, and he leans back to pull you into him more. It’s like he can’t handle any space between you two, lips dancing against yours slowly. He breaks away, taking a deep breath, eyes darting across your body needily. You manage to whisper out, “You know, you could probably get warmer without those wet clothes on.” His fingers tense against you, as he breathes out, “Yeah, care to help?” You move quickly, trying to peel his clothes off as he helps, only stopping when his top is off. You’re distracted by the sight in front of you, gorgeous tanned skin, with well-defined muscles and a shine from the water still on him. He chuckles lightly, lifting your chin so your eyes meet his, “Distracted much?” You turn your head away, laughing lightly, but they’re cut off, as you feel his calloused fingers through your wet clothes. He’s tugging it off, and you’re finally free from the increasingly uncomfortable clothes. It’s his turn to stare, cheeks flushing more at the sight. You lean in, meeting his eyes. “Hey…you don’t have a lot of experience with this kind of stuff, do you?” He rubs the back of his neck, looking down slightly, “That obvious, huh? I’ve just always been too busy with training and work to date.” You kiss his lips quickly, before resting your forehead against his. “Don’t worry, love. We can take it slow.” He’s tugging your pants off now, as he smiles up at you, “I’m not worried. I just can’t wait to see more of you.”

You’re kneeling in front of him, his eyes traveling across you, almost overwhelmed. You move forward, straddling his lap as he’s sat, slightly leaning back. One hand braces against the ground as the other gently traces down your hip. He looks up, breathing shaky, as he speaks out, “Can I…” hand traveling lower, in between your thighs. You nod, peppering his cheek with kisses. His shaking fingers drift over you, fingers brushing against your clit. You gasp slightly, as he stares down, pupils already blown out. Cautiously, his middle finger dips inside you, and you see his eyebrows knit as he sighs out shakily. He curls it upward, and his eyes dart up to meet yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He moans lightly into the kiss, finger speeding up slightly as your lips do. As you deepen the kiss, you can feel him growing more restless beneath you, trying to hold himself back. But you’re getting tired of waiting too, and you break the kiss again, panting as you try to catch your breath. His heavy breathing is moving you too, eyes half-lidded as he looks at you. You whisper out, voice barely audible, "I’m ready.”

His eyes grow wide again, and before you realize it, you’re on your back below him. He shuffles out of his pants, and you can practically see his heart pounding out of his chest. He pushes your legs apart with his knees, hands resting next to your head. He pauses, looking down into your eyes as he asks, “Are you sure? It’s not like I don’t believe you, I just…I want you to be sure.” Nodding, you wrap your arms around his neck and smile, whispering gently, “I’m sure, love.” Carefully, he lines himself up with you, and you feel him slowly push inside you with a hiss. He’s gentle, allowing you time to adjust. You feel his arms trembling as his face is scrunched up in concentration, trying his hardest to remain in control of himself. He rests his hips against yours as he’s fully inside, head hung down as he lets out light whines. You lift your head, kissing his lips softly as you tangle your fingers in his long hair, no longer tied up. He eagerly leans into your lips, hips starting to roll into yours. His movements are unsteady, unsure of himself, but as he watches you writhe beneath him, he grows more confident. Each sound, each moan and whine from your lips egg him on further. He can’t help but whine himself, eyes locked onto yours as he fucks into you. But it’s not a look of pure lust, it’s a look of care and tenderness, of heartfelt feelings. And he can’t hold it back anymore, shifting lower so his whole body presses into you to speak into your ear shakily, “You’re like a painting, everything about you is perfect. You’re so kind and funny, and I can’t believe I could have missed out on all of this.” He swallows hard, thrusts becoming more erratic again, as he continues to rasp to you, “You are so stunning, I’ve always thought so. I saw you and it all just clicked, everything I wanted and needed in my life. I saw it in one second.” His head is resting against the floor now, next to your head as you cling to him, gentle moans as you bounce under him. All he can get out is “I adore you,” before he cums. He tenses, body curling over yours as he whimpers out quietly, only loud enough for you to hear. He stays there on top of you, arms shaking slightly as he comes down. 

Finally, he’s able to climb off you, laying to your right. You take a minute to look at the fire, the flame is much smaller now. But it’s still warm and cozy, especially when you feel two strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close to him. As you settle into his hold, you can’t help but think about everything he said, even if it was very hard to understand at parts. Hesitating, you finally ask, “Did you mean it? Everything you said? Or were you not thinking clearly?” He chuckles in your ear as whispers back, “Of course I meant it. I’m no liar. But it was good enough to not think clearly.” You scoff jokingly, but cuddle back into his grasp again, before speaking again, “Want to lay in my bed instead of the floor?” All you get in response is an even quieter, “Please.”

[fir3ylolol]

Heyo it’s that one anon that mentioned about being inspired and wanting to doodle Johnny— i may have had to fight for my life but came up with some sketches- and wanted to ask if dming you is okay? Totally fine if not!

Hope you’re having a great day/night

🕺✨

oh dude ofc!! ill make sure my dms are open and you can send them my way!! :D

[fir3ylolol]

Bro sorry for not talking to you, I GOT GHOSTED BY THIS GUY AND IM SO MAD RIGHT NEOW LINE WTF anyways I hope you’re doing good!!!

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ANON NOOOO!! what a garbage move, fuck him. but i definitely missed seeing u in my inbox. i hope u feel better soon. and again, fuck him 🫡

[fir3ylolol]

200 FOLLOWERS AAAAAA THANK YOU GUYS!!! but fr, idk what to do for 200 followers. i could put up another poll for a special story, or do a qna, just cuz i like talking to yall. lmk what you guys think!!

[fir3ylolol]

we want you! pt. 5

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, eating out, romantic sex, praising, angsty, afab reader, gn reader

a/n: don't hate me :( this isnt the end, i promise!

word count: 1.99 k

other parts

Ao3

You blink, trying to adjust to the brightness outside as you leave the theater. Johnny is shortly behind, squinting as well. He still looks slightly incredulous that you would do that, without warning, in public. It doesn’t seem like he minds that much, smacking your ass as he steps next to you. You jump and jokingly hit his arm, but he leans in to whisper in your ear, “If you can do what you like, so can I.” He smiles at you, hand sliding up to rest on your waist. You shiver slightly but smile at him, and walk down the sidewalk together.

You end up window shopping a bit, which Johnny is more than happy to do. Every time you want to look closer at something, he’s right behind you. If you want to try something on, he’s sat down, waiting to watch you walk out. Of course, he never has anything bad to say about you, constantly praising how good you look, no matter what. He even tries to convince you to let him into the changing room stall a couple of times, which doesn’t work. He refuses to let you pay for anything, even giving the cashier his card information while you’re changing, so he can just run it as soon as possible. You finally make it back to your place, and you start preparing to say goodbye. But he stops you, asking quietly, “Do you want to get dinner tonight? You can wear one of your new outfits, and look super fancy.” You snort slightly, and lean against your door as you talk, “Fancy, huh? Taking me out to eat once wasn’t enough?” “Nope,” he says with a smirk, leaning in to kiss your lips gently. As he pulls away, kind eyes staring into yours, you can tell something is going on, something he’s not ready for.

But you smile, trying to shake it off and nod, “Yeah, dinner sounds good. You can sit inside while I get ready.” You unlock the door, which he holds open for you so you can walk through. He sits on the couch, and you can see his foot start bouncing. As you change, you can’t help but worry about what’s wrong. Does he not want to see you anymore? Does he think you’re weird? But again, you push it to the back of your mind, finishing up. If he had something to say, he would say it…Right? As you walk back out, he leans back and whistles, standing up to walk over to you, “Damn baby, I didn’t think you could get any hotter.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close. You giggle into it then step back, “Did you want to change?” He walks back to the door, holding it open for you again. “Yes, but I won’t take nearly as long as you did.” You lock the door behind you as you make your way to the street. Since you’ve walked everywhere with him, you didn’t expect to see him walk up to a car, a jet-black Jeep. You pause, slightly speechless before talking again, “You’ve had a car this whole time?” He laughs, opening your door, “What, did you think I ran over here?” Sitting down, you look back at him, “I guess I did.” He closes the door gently, before walking to the driver’s side. He climbs in, starts the car, and drives off. It’s a quiet drive, with soft music playing as he concentrates on the road. You look out the window, almost getting sleepy at the sight of the sun sinking behind the buildings and the comfortable temperature of the car. 

But soon you’re at a small motel, and Johnny is outside the door, opening it for you. You climb out, trying not to rub your eyes or yawn, and manage to say, “You like opening doors for me, huh?” He smiles, wrapping an arm around you, “It’s fun. And like I’m treating you like royalty.” You walk with him up to his room, watching as he pulls out the keycard and opens the door, a loud creak echoing out. As you sit on the couch, he quickly changes, throwing on a nicer shirt and pants, spraying on cologne, and gelling his hair back into shape. It takes him five minutes tops, already ready to leave again. “You were right, that was fast,” you say, standing up to leave again, but he grabs your wrist to pull you back into him. He kisses you deeply, hands traveling down to grab your ass, as he groans into your mouth. Your arms rest on his shoulders, sighing at his touch. He pulls away, a bittersweet look in his eyes, as he mumbles something you can’t fully hear. “What?” you tilt your head to the side slightly, trying to understand him. But he shakes his head, smiling like normal again. “Nothing, let’s go,” he turns towards the door, one hand around your waist still, walking you out with him. It’s another quiet drive, a bit longer this time before you reach a nice building in the middle of nowhere.

You manage to step out before he can reach your door again, which he jokingly crosses his arms at. “Wow, I can’t believe you would do this to me,” he sighs at you before handing the keys to the valet and linking his hand with yours. Once you step inside, it is much more fancy, with large lights hanging high over antique wooden tables. You’re caught up looking around the room when Johnny pulls you slightly towards your table. As you sit, a glass of champagne is set down in front of you. “Jesus,” you’re caught off-guard. “This is fancy. I feel underdressed.” He takes a sip from his glass, smiling as he does, “No, you’re the most stunning person here. I’m lucky to be sat across from you.” Since this restaurant is quite nice, there’s no choice in what you get, only courses served promptly. So you sit, enjoying the appetizers that are brought out, forgetting the worries from earlier. But there’s a long pause after the entree is brought out, allowing for plenty of time to enjoy it.

Johnny’s hand gently takes yours resting on the table, and you meet his eyes, bittersweet expression back again. You feel your heart thump inside your chest, worrying about what he could possibly have to say. He clears his throat, gaze shifting slightly before meeting your eyes again, finally speaking, “Listen…I’ve had a really good day today. I always have a good day with you. But…Man, I can’t keep beating around the bush. I’m leaving.” He winces as if bracing for impact, waiting to see what you do. But you’re stunned, rendered fully silent. He starts talking again, even softer, “Cassie…she needs me back for a mission. And she doesn’t ask me for much, so I know it’s serious…But I don’t want to leave, not when this, when we, are just starting.” You manage to speak without even realizing you could, “Are you trying to let me down easy?” He squeezes your hand, leaning in closer, “No, no, that’s not what I’m doing. I just wanted to tell you, since I’m leaving very soon, and I care about you.” He sighs out, leaning back in his chair, “I’m sorry. I thought bringing you here would help me feel less nervous. But I just fucked it up.” You finally fully snap out of it, leaning towards him this time, “Hey, it’s ok, it’s ok. I just didn’t know what to do. Let’s just…enjoy our evening, ok?” He smiles slightly, nodding and sitting back up. You both try to enjoy it, but the night’s a blur. You make it back to your house faster than you can realize, fumbling for your keys as Johnny stands there nervously. As you unlock the door, you freeze. This might be the last time you see him for a while, and you don’t want it to be over yet. You look at him, thinking everything over. But you decide to go for it, barely audible voice, “Do you want to come inside?” 

He’s latched onto you, kissing you like it’s the last time he can. Pushing through the door, he’s still clinging to you, and it feels oddly nostalgic. But you quickly forget, trying to absorb as much of you as possible. He’s led you into the bedroom, sitting you down on the edge of the bed. He kneels as you lay back, tugging your clothes off with the desperation of a starving man. He takes a minute, staring at your pussy. “Shit, I’m gonna miss this,” he says before diving in, long flat licks against you. His lips suction around your clit, and your hands shoot to his hair, clinging to him. One of his hands helps spread your legs apart further, the other hand rising to plunge his fingers into you. All that can be heard echoing through the room is your strangled moans and the wet sounds of him devouring you. You don’t want to waste any time, tugging him closer and humping against his tongue. His head goes slack slightly, his whines muffled against your cunt as you chase your high. It’s not long before you’re cumming around his fingers, curling in on yourself and holding him even tighter against you. You finally release him, hearing a deep breath from between your legs as you lay back down. 

You hear the shuffling as he removes his clothes, quickly moving to take off the last of yours. His eyes drink you in again, it’s like he’s trying to memorize every part of you. But he lifts your legs, shifting your body to be more on the bed, as he lays above you. He leans in, kissing your lips sweetly. He rubs his hard cock against you, shuddering breaths at the feeling. But as he pushes in, you hear the sweetest whine from his lips. You can’t help but cling to his broad shoulders, back arching off the bed. As he’s fully inside, he leans his head down to rest in the crook of your neck, sighing out. He starts moving slowly, mumbling out against your ear, “God, baby, this is incredible. You’re incredible-fuck…Can’t believe how good you are to me, I’m so lucky. God, every part of you, your eyes, your lips, your hands, all of it, it drives me crazy. You drive me crazy, I just want to be around you all the time. You make everything so much better.” His voice is high and breathy, and as he speeds up, it becomes even more shaky. You wrap your legs around his back and your arms around his neck, making sure to cling to him tightly as you speak through your heady moans, “I need you, love.” He speeds up a lot more now, one hand on your hip, the other on the bed, as he bucks into you. He’s almost delirious, whimpering out with every stroke inside you. It’s not long before he cums, grip on you tightening with a light whine. He doesn’t pull out right away, rolling so that you’re resting on top of him, skin to skin. You can hear as his heartbeat slows down, his breathing becomes more normal, and his voice rumbles through his chest. He’s more quiet than usual, but his words are sincere. “Hey. Do you want to date? Like officially and exclusively? I don’t want to leave things unsettled.” You lift your head slightly, tired eyes meeting him with a smile, “Yeah, I would love to.” He smiles widely, his arms wrapping around you comfortably. “Perfect.” You roll off of him, settling into his side as you slowly fall asleep, ignoring what’s to come in the morning. All that matters now is falling asleep in his arms, breathing in sync.

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Just wanted to say your writing is consistently so good- and it inspires me to work on my own attempts at writing Johnny (both mk1 n mk11 haha) as well as. Finally tackle on to trying to draw him- I’m rambling but tldr you’re cool asf :) keep up the amazing work!

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anonnn thats so awesome!!! u gotta show me once u finish ur drawing!! but honestly, that means so much to me, im so glad that my work is inspiring more awesome work. the cycle of creativity continues :))) thank u so much <<333

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guys, an fyi. im posting we want you! pt 5 is coming out tonight, but itll probably be posted late. its coming, i promise!

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also, when did my mike fic get 800 notes?!? thats crazy, thank u all so much!! think of me as josh, and you all as my sweet opossum babies

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Hiii!!

I was inspired by your "Sleeping in Seattle" idea and I totally thought about Johnny with a screenwriter SO. If you could write like a small thing (or a biggish sorta thing 🥺🫶) on it, I'd love to read it and eat it and hold it. Honestly I'm only thinking of him all but dragging the reader onto the set to help with the script and screenplays and such.

Anyway, I love your writing!!!! Thank you for reading this.

- Ronny

sunset boulevard

pairing: Johnny Cage x Screenwriter!Reader

summary: johnny drags you onto set with him, but not without ulterior motives

a/n: thought this would be a cute little fluff-y piece, tried to stay brief with it. but thank u ronny!

word count: 587

Ao3

Johnny is practically pulling you onto the lot, a wide smile plastered across his face. Your feet are dragging, trying to wave to the people you’re rapidly passing. He stops next to the craft table, grabbing water for both of you. You follow him as he makes his rounds, his usual charisma on display as he introduces you to everyone with a wide smile and plenty of praise. He seems proud just to stand next to you, holding you tight as he watches you talk to the director. It’s not like you’re unknown, it’s just that you’re not very social. Well, not as social as him. But talking only lasts so long, as it’s time to film again. This scene doesn’t need Johnny, as he stays next to you. But you can see his eyes lighting up, truly thrilled to be able to watch such incredible performances. You feel him leaning closer to you, whispering in your ear as softly as he can, “What do you think?” You nod, giving a small thumbs up. But he whispers again, trying to lead you to what he really wants, “What about the story? You know, from your professional opinion.” 

You scrunch your face up slightly, making a so-so motion with your hands. You can see the famous twinkle in his eyes, and you suddenly start to get worried. Which was the right feeling, as the second the scene is over, you’re gone, being pulled around again. You nearly crash into him, and he suddenly stops as he reaches his trailer, looking back at you happily. “Wait here!” He rushes inside, quickly returning with a large heavy script. “Here you go,” he nearly shoves it in your arms, the weight causing you to shift slightly. “You should give it a look,” he winks at you, arm wrapping around your shoulders. “Jonathan Carlton…” you look up at him, scolding tone. He puts his hands up, smile only growing wider. “Uh oh, the full name? I’m in trouble now. Sweetheart, I just think you’re absolutely brilliant. And I know that if you worked on this, it would go from cool to face-melting-ly awesome!”

His enthusiasm is intoxicating, and you find yourself nodding in agreement. He almost squeals, jumping towards you to plant a kiss on your cheek before pushing you into the trailer. He sits you down at the vanity, placing a pen down so you can edit. You wait for him to sit, but he stays standing above you, watching you intently. Knowing him, that won’t change soon. So you write, slashing words and rephrasing lines so it sounded like an actual person was saying them. Johnny chimes in occasionally, always in agreement with your changes. He almost cheers as you cut one specific line, loudly proclaiming, “I knew that line sucked! It always sounded so blocky and weird! Ugh, honey, you’re a genius.” You finally finish your work, letting out a sigh as you close the script. But it remained there for only a second later, as Johnny snatched it up, already in the doorway. “Wait here, ok? I’m gonna go give this to the director and tell him that you improved his movie tenfold. And when I get back, we’re talking salary, ok? Such beautiful prose deserves compensation.” He pauses shortly, smiling at you with pure joy, before leaving with a cry of, “I love you!” He’s gone, and you can hear him yelling excitedly as he goes, screaming out, “I told you it was a shit line, man!”