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TROUBLE IN PARADISE | master list

STRANGER!JOHNNY X READER

18+ | dubcon/noncon, stalking, fawn response, intoxication, size difference

or; the strangers to husband/wife vacation!au

Day One

Day Two

Days Three, Four, Five

Day Six - ENDING

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just old man price finally succumbing to your pestering and letting you give him a back massage...

Only for him to end up rutting against the matress while you straddle the back of his thighs, pushing your whole body weight behind your palms to work out the tough muscle.

You never see John relax like this, groaning in delight when you push particularly hard at the spine. Every thrust of his hips has his ass grinding against your crotch, not that you mind when he's so soft and pliant.

You doubt your old man will be up for anything more than a nap after this but...doesn't mean you can't imagine all these delighted sounds in your room afterwards.

The shudder and high keen he lets loose when he cums in his briefs will permanently haunt you.

True to expectations, he only bothers to kick his underwear off and pull you into a seering kiss before passing out.

[grymmoires]

[inexplicably-gaining-followers]

This stupid exchange between friends has become a cultural icon.

[the-haiku-bot]

This stupid exchange

between friends has become a

cultural icon.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[just-being-a-chill-guy]

@adriennewantsyoutodrinkwater

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

[antlered-vixen]

I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."

[rawme-price]

John "christ, kid, slow down—" price who can hardly keep up with his younger partner in bed. He's gotten used to distracting you with his mouth or hands, you even broke his pride down enough to invest in toys after begging for a fourth round in a day. He's old and hasn't exactly prioritized his health, which means he often ends up on hid back breathing through his teeth while you ride him to your heart's content.

Vs

Simon "another? C'mon, please love I'll be good–" riley who even in his forties has the energy and want to bend you over every surface he can manage. Seriously, you're pretty sure his dick his permanently half-chubbed. You, the one nearly half his age, have to shove him away and whimper before he lets up to go take a cold shower. He says its all the love he has for you, you're pretty sure he's just a freak.

[rawme-price]

Imagine being the waypoint operator for the 141s comms, in charge of directing their chatter to the correct channels when needed, right?

Your station acts as an added layer of security, encrypting the route the channels take in the event they are hacked. Sure, you work with other teams but the 141 are your main group.

One...small caveat of being in charge of their comms, is that you have to actually listen to their conversations in case they request a patch to someone.

Which leads to you hearing...way more than you'd like.

Gaz: sir. Stop poking it. Soap's waitin'

Ghost: think he had health issues. Look at his femur, odd texture.

Gaz: oh shit, really? Let me see—

Followed by far too graphic descriptions of the poor blokes leg. You had to skip lunch that day. You do most days they have missions, gross fuckers act like you can't hear all the shit they say.

Meaning, of course, that you hear too damn much about their sex lives or lack thereof due to missions. It's nothing new, and given you know what they look like, it doesn't paint a bad picture.

But this time? You're shocked by the subject of conversation.

Soap: ahm tellin' you, it's been too damn long. The poor lass is crying for attention!

Gaz: why not the guy from IT? He's eager enough.

Soap: no. Not really feeling that right now. Actually, you know who sounds nice?

There's that characteristic smirk in soaps voice you've long since learned to identify. You absently hear ghost prompt him to continue, wondering how the hell price tunes them out so well—

Soap: our waypoint.

You choke, splutter. Your own coughing making it impossible to hear gaz and ghosts reactions, but when you tune back in soap is viciously defending himself

Soap: no, no! Listen! Have you heard that voice?? Christ, just that and I could get a better wank than I've had all month! C'mon, ghost, I know you agree—

Ghost: you know they can hear you right now, johnny? Got anything to say?

Gaz: *chuckles* besides asking to get his dick wet? Maybe beg for a moan or something?

....silence

Soap: ....hey waypoint? You there?"

You shouldn't. Christ you shouldn't respond.

All comms are recorded, and waypoints should only talk when absolutely necessary but— but the 141 comms are wiped every 24 hours and...

You lean close to your mic, voice weaker than you'd like.

"Yes, soap?"

[unadulteratedvoidtragedy]

Part 12 to the secret omega reader fic

There is a beeping sound around you and as soon as you open your eyes, bright white light almost burns your retina. It takes a few tries before getting used to it and finally managing to distinguish your surroundings.

Your head feels kind of woozy, the all sterile white walls losing into a spiral as the room swirls into your vision. It takes a moment for your surroundings to stop moving. You seem to be in a hospital bed, your injured leg now properly bandaged and proped up. There is a vase of flowers on the small table, you think those are carnations, Ms Maple had quite a few bushes of those in her garden.

There's a slightly sour taste on your tongue, feeling suddenly hyperaware of it and how awkwardly it fit into your mouth. Swallowing your saliva, you look around for a glass of water, licking behind your teeth, but the bedside table is empty. Pinching the skin on your arm, you don't register feeling anything. Just what did they give you?

Just as you're about to press the button and call a nurse, the doors opens suddenly and Ms Maple comes in followed by Laswell?

"You're finally awake! And to think that pesty nurse wanted to send me home. How are you feeling, child?"

"Better than last time."

She nods like the answer tells her more than just your physical state. She plops down on one of the chairs and starts cutting up fruits, looking one more time towards Laswell as if daring the woman to ask her to leave.

"It's good to see you again, kid."

"How did you find me?"

"Some things about your supposed retirement didn't add up in your papers and by the way John and the others were behaving I knew something was up. I tried contacting you with no luck so I looked for your family, your brother was surprisingly helpful. You'll have to thank this lady here for finding you passed out in the woods. I dealt with the rest of them."

"The others?"

"Soap was already dead, Gaz did a good job stabilizing Price's wound until we arrived and Ghost suffered severe burns, but he managed to get away from the explosion."

"I see... What's gonna happen now?"

Ms Maple sneaks you bites of fruits between the answers, listening intently, she has a bandage around her wrist, but other than that she looks fine. Laswell looks one more time at her, not saying anything, but trying to convey through her looks that what is being said in this room stays in this room. Apparently satisfied Laswell goes on:

"Depending on their injuries Ghost and Price won't be able to get back for a while. As for you, we'll make sure you won't be found by any of them in the future."

"Why are you helping me so much? Isn't Price your friend?"

"He was an ally, not a friend and I am personally responsible for how things happened."

"What do you mean?"

"I knew the truth about you, I investigated you throughotfully before approving the transfer and your friend doctor told us the truth about the medical records."

"Then why did you go through with the transfer?"

"Because you were different and I thought things might work out and when a year passed by without any issues, I thought it was a success. We were about to open a new program for omegas in the military, but then you dissapeared. I apologize, this was an oversight on my part, I should have paid better attention."

Her words sound hollow inside your head, there's no point in shifting the blame towards her. She thought you'd be safe, you thought the same thing, it was your former team that broke that trust.

"Of course, we'll make sure to compensate you for all that happened. It will be more than enough for you to live comfortable for a long time."

You just nod, impressed but not surprised with how fast she moved to discussing the logistics. She probably has a 20 pages NDA tucked in her briefcase ready for you to sign it. As if reading your mind, Laswell pulls out a folder and before she can say anything more, you stop her:

"Let me read it when I'm not woozy from pain medication and see if I agree with the terms. I'll sign it after I get discharged. I assume you'll be taking care of the medical bills too."

She nods like it's obvious, but you learnt the hard way to not trust anyone. Laswell leaves the folder with you and exits the room. You don't feel like talking anymore and Ms Maple must sense it, she feeds you one last piece of fruit and puts her hand over yours, she'll be there when you need her. You squeeze her hand lightly as a silent "thank you".

You see them on the edge of the cliff, Gaz pushing Price in a wheelchair as Ghost is limping behind them. The captain's hands tremble a little as he struggles to open the container, you know what's in there, that's why you're here, far enough from them, but their moves still visible. He tilts it in the air as the wind picks up the ashes and carries them away. Watching the last remains of Johnny dissapear before your eyes brings a hollow feeling into your chest. Somehow, it felt proper to give a final goodbye.

You think you see Ghost sniffing the air and moving his head around, but it doesn't matter. You turn around walking away, your shadow on the ground lenghtening in front of you until you get to the car. As the engine starts, you never turn around to look back, keeping your eyes on the road ahead, you don't want to make Ms Maple wait too long.

[rawme-price]

Thinking about mer!reader who was born in captivity meeting mer!ghost who was born wild...

You both meet in a mer sanctuary, you having been rescued from an aquarium going bankrupt and ghost under treatment for a boating strike. You've never seen another mer before, but the strange creature in your tank undeniably is one, that much you instincts tell you.

But....but he's so big, bigger than anything you've seen before! You doubt he could ever comfortably fit in your tank! Just looking at him makes your fins flutter nervously, hiding in the rocks on the shelf built into the pool.

He keeps peeking into your cave, chirping and churring in a way that makes your instincts perk but you don't really understand. Safety? Pod? You don't know.

Meanwhile, ghost is losing his mind.

This strange mer is too damn small, and he keeps trying to ask "are you okay? I'm safe, did they hurt you?" But all it does is squeak like a pup and hide!

Ghost can't fit into the tiny cave with the mer, and his instincts are already freaking out because he's separated from his pod! He needs to protect the weird pup!

....how the hell the workers intend to care for you when ghost is at risk of drowning anyone who tries, they have no idea.

Request fill for nonny who wanted captive vs wild mer!!!

[eggmilky]

Twily

[maccamania]

My humble rarepair 🪲🧁

[colorful-horses]

rare hair

[animusbell]

celestia is such a funny character like she's constantly manipulating twilight and friends to do shit instead of just asking and you could arguably frame that as being bc she's a "god" and pushing fate to her design or whatever, except that she engages with the group like a normal and relatable person, which makes it more like villainous machinations, except 90% of this manipulation goes towards things like "I don't want my party to be boring shit again. put my little country girl blorbos in there with zero prep so they fuck it up bad"

[animusbell]

you think you've fucked anything up around princess celestia and she's like heh. no worries. all according to keikaku

[jukashi]

Celestia instantly makes more sense as a character when you ignore the princess stuff and remember that she's a 1000+ years old wizard. Of course she does manipulative trickster stuff to teach moral lessons and/or cause chaos to amuse herself, that's classic wizard behavior. Of course sometimes she's actually socially awkward and bad at personal relationships and has bad ideas that she thought were good that result in her eating shit embarrassing style, that's classic wizard behavior. Of course she lets the aristocrats and nobles run around being assholes she's still running on wizard advisor programming, she's basically trying to merlin the entire upper class of equestria instead of just a king and some knights. "Yeah uuhhh we'll release the incarnation of chaos himself from his ancient prison because we think this shy girl can be friends with him", terrible plan if you're thinking like a ruler, amazing plan if you're thinking like a wizard. Just look at Canterlot 'Castle' for five seconds and ask yourself if that's in any way a castle. No. Wizard tower, yes. Wizard.

[animusbell]

You are so right actually

[gaydiation-poisoning]

@fujii-dlc

[triangleguy]

[southpauz]

Anybody order a Fluttershy?

[marshiroart]

ʚ buff fluttershy ɞ because i'm here to deliver what you didn't thought you needed before 🐇💌

[mintywhisker]

trouble is a friend

[vulturevee]

I’m on a nostalgia trip and wanted to have a go at mlp redesigns starting with Twilight Spackle