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moongreenlight · 2 days

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Soap (who you’ve never met before ever in your life) being your server during an anniversary dinner with your long-time boyfriend except he took one look at you by the host stand and decided he had to have you.

Calls you “sweet thing” while he unwraps a straw and puts it in your water glass for you.

Asks if you’re out with your brother (without making eye contact with your boyfriend) and even after you told him no, he still ‘makes the mistake’ a few other times during the meal.

Stops over way more than is necessary. Probably has the kitchen intentionally screw up your appetizer so that when you bring it up he can make you feed him off of your fork. For quality control, of course. “Cannae have a sweet thing like you wasting the talents of a pretty mouth like that on something below par.”

Your boyfriend is pissed. Sends back his food twice and makes such a scene that the manager comes over. When he throws accusations of an “overly fucking friendly waiter,” you try to smooth the situation over by saying that everything was fine. Your boyfriend gets so riled that he throws a fistful of cash on the table and tells you it should cover his meal and your ride home.

Soap swoops in while you’re sobbing at the table. Slides in your side of the booth carrying a scoop of vanilla ice cream topped with an obscene amount of whipped cream and a cherry. Squashes you up against the wall while he coos kind things in your ear. Like he’s reading off a script meticulously chosen to include all of the right things that make you let down your guard enough to agree to let him drive you home.

“Wouldnae hear of you driving yourself home in this state, kitty.”

And once he finally gets you back to his, he goes in for the kill. Keeps saying the right things, keeps wrapping his arm around you and pulling you right into his side, keeps pushing his face close to yours. So much so that it almost feels like it’s your idea when you- still hiccuping and sniffling softly- lean forward and close the centimeters wide gap between you.

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cherianugago · 2 days

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#casalinga #homosexual #johnny #but whatever #slow kissing #md #gpotw #no bra club #joints #i want her

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jistagrams · 1 day

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more bf gamer hyuck!#!$!$))"! fem reader

hyuck is definitely the type to be like "cmere baby" motioning towards his lap, while playing a game of cod (call of duty) silently cursing under his breath after losing another round, when u finally sit down on his lap he's all like "nothing's finna happen, I'm not even horny" while he's kissing all up on you, holding ur waist, making you move a lil on his lap. "U sure u aren't?" you tease at him knowing how it's gonna end up, he hums after he gets his hands under ur shirt and bra, thinking if he should js take both off. "gonna lock in on fort, can't be bothered with fucking rn" he says as he loads in on Fortnite, inviting all of his friends to his lobby. he finally makes the decision and just takes your bra off, leaving the shirt on but lifted up. "definitely can't be bothered" you mumble as you kiss his neck, "bro. get off the mic with ur freaky ass" johnnys voice rings through his headphones. "this is why we don't play with u, always tryna fuck while playing" jaehyun adds to the teasing.

#jistagrams rants #kpop #kpop smut #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct smut #jaehyun #johnny #haechan #i want hyuck so nad #bad

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taeyongdoyoung · 3 days

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summary: your perfectionist self can't settle and wants to improve your grades. no matter the cost... pairing: johnny x reader genre: smut warnings: professor/student dynamic, age gap (unspecified), dubcon, power play, neck-kissing, biting, spanking, fingering, slight dumbification, size kink (duh), unprotected sex, creampie, forbidden relationship, pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart) word count: 1.5k

You have never felt so foolish as you do now, standing outside of your professor’s cabinet, waiting for his office hours to start. This isn’t like you at all. You are usually at the top of each class, amazing students and teachers alike with your well-written assignments and outstanding participation in the discussions. You are usually the one that professors praise.

To say you feel embarrassed would be an understatement. You are not used to this, asking for help, admitting that you are falling behind, that your grades have never been worse. But if you want to graduate successfully, you have to swallow your pride and face the problem head on.

You don’t know what it is about Professor Suh’s lectures but you just can’t seem to focus. You try to take detailed notes as you do in your other classes, but you end up getting so lost in his beautiful voice, staring at his pretty face and thinking about his big hands as they flick through the pages that your notes end up being messy, incoherent and awfully inaccurate.

You have tried different strategies such as asking other students for their notes but nothing seems to work. So, in your desperation, you end up here, waiting for Professor Suh to put you out of your misery. You hope that no one else shows up during office hours ‘cause it would be too mortifying if other students find out and start making fun of you for being so behind on the material.

“Oh, Y/N!” Professor Suh exclaims in surprise as he unlocks the door to his cabinet, letting you in. “How long have you been waiting? Usually no one comes to these office hours so I’m a bit late. You should have emailed me.”

You stand nervously, your fingers digging into the tender skin of your already sweaty palms.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…” you start to explain.

“No, you don’t have to apologize, it’s just unusual. Take a seat, make yourself comfortable,” he tries to reassure you in his calming voice.

You take off your bag, putting it on the ground and sit in the chair against his. God, you feel so stupid…

“So, what brings you here?” Professor Suh asks.

“You’ve probably noticed but my grades have been plummeting,” you murmur awkwardly.

“Well, if that’s what you call a couple of B’s, then sure, I guess,” he laughs softly.

“You don’t understand…I know other students may be happy with such grades but this is unusual for me.”

Professor Suh looks at you over his glasses in disbelief.

“You do realize that in real life nobody cares about grades, yes?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time,” you reach to grab your bag but he stops you.

“I didn’t say that I wasn’t going to help you.”

You exhale in relief.

“What is troubling you the most? Is it the material?”

“I don’t know…It doesn’t make sense because I love literature, it’s always come easy to me. I just have a hard time focusing during your lectures, for some reason.”

“Must be my fault, then,” Professor Suh smiles knowingly. “My teaching method isn’t engaging enough.”

“N-no, that’s not what I m-meant,” you stammer nervously. “I’m just…easily distracted, I guess.”

“Oh? Are you like that in your other classes, as well?”

“Not really, no,” you admit, feeling even more embarrassed.

“See? Then I guess I need to improve. Find a way to help you focus,” Professor Suh insists.

“Please help me. I really don’t want to fail your class, it’s very important to me.”

“Is it important to you because you care about your grades or because you don’t want to let me down?” Professor Suh asks staring into your eyes.

The question is so direct that it takes you off guard. You want to look away but you are so captivated you don’t dare to blink.

“I…don’t want to disappoint you, Professor Suh,” you confess. “Your lectures are very engaging and I enjoy listening to them.”

“Do you enjoy the content or the sound of my voice?”

“Professor…” you break eye contact and you are far too gone to think clearly. What is this man doing to you?

Suddenly, he stands up in all his glory, walks to your chair and lifts your chin up with his finger.

“Answer the question.”

“What…what was the question again?” you ask dumbly.

He shakes his head in disapproval.

“Just as I feared. Helping you focus would be quite difficult.”

“I’m s-sorry, I’ll try harder.”

“You better.”

Grabbing a book from his desk, he opens it and puts it in front of you.

“Read. Out loud. Don’t stop unless I tell you to, understood?”

You nod eagerly and start reading.

“We like to think of the old-fashioned American classics as children’s books. Just childishness, on our part.”

Professor Suh starts playing with your hair gently, surprising you but you don’t dare to stop and continue reading to the best of your abilities.

“The world fears the new experience more than it fears anything.”

He is kissing your neck, biting even, eliciting soft moans out of you. How is that going to help you focus?! You feel like your brain is no longer working.

“Keep reading,” he reminds you.

“Cutting away the old emotions and consciousness. Don’t ask what is left.”

Professor Suh makes you stand up and then pushes you down abruptly so that your breasts and tummy are lying on the desk and your ass is up in the air.

“And you can please yourself, when you read the Scarlet Letter, whether you accept what that sugary, blue-eyed little darling of a Hawthorne has to say for himself-” you continue to read, voice shaky and lacking any confidence.

He lifts your skirt up, touching you in all the right places in all the wrong ways. You are so terrified of what is happening but you are even more terrified of stopping to read.

Professor Suh spanks your ass harshly the second you pause briefly.

“N-no, it h-hurts,” you cry out.

“Read,” he orders you and you have no choice but to obey.

“They didn’t come for freedom. Or if they did, they sadly went back on themselves.”

Professor Suh takes your panties off and slides his fingers inside your pussy easily, as you are embarrassingly wet. He assaults you vigorously, expecting you to keep reading.

“They came largerly to get away. In the long run, away from themselves.”

“You skipped a few sentences.”

Damnit, how did he catch that?

You go back to the parts you missed but your reading continues to be full of mistakes. Eventually, Professor Suh grows tired of that and takes the book away from you.

“I’m not sure this method is helpful,” he sighs and starts unbuckling his belt. “Might have to find another way for you to acquire knowledge.”

“S-sir?” your voice trembles, though you already anticipate what is coming.

“Stuff you full of it,” he explains calmly and enters you from behind.

You want to scream but you are so afraid of someone hearing that you bite your hand.

Professor Suh seems to notice your concerns, moves your hand away and presses his own against your mouth.

“Shhh, it’s okay, angel, I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispers gently while doing the opposite of what he’s saying.

He is so big that you feel as if he’s splitting you in half. Miraculously, you are still alive.

“You’re not good at focusing in my lectures anyway so I might as well give you something to remember during them,” he laughs. Oh, he’s so mean. You deserve it, though. For being so greedy. Not satisfied with a B. Stupid girl.

He removes his hand from your lips, trusting you not to make any loud noises.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Why ask now? He’s already gone this far…

“N-no, p-please,” you whimper helplessly.

“No as in stop or no as in keep going?”

You genuinely don’t know what the right answer is. If this is a test, then you’re surely failing.

Apparently, Professor Suh does not care what you have to say. Perhaps it’s your fault for being so slow…He keeps fucking you, going deeper inside of you than any man has ever been. Soon enough, he paints your walls white as if he’s an artist and not a literature professor.

You feel so dizzy, so brainless, so silly.

“Are you alive?” he asks, scooping you up into his big arms.

“N-no?” your response comes out with a questioning tone.

“Take all the time you need to recover,” he tells you thoughtfully.

“Can I ask you something, Professor Suh?”

“You should call me Johnny when we’re alone.”

“Oh, um…Johnny, what if someone had walked in?” you ask fearfully.

“Relax, sweetheart, I locked the door,” he laughs gently.

“Ah, that’s good.”

“Anything else you’re worried about?” Johnny plays with your breasts lazily as you sit in his lap.

“Um, yeah…”

“I’ll write you all A’s from now on if that’s what…”

“I don’t care about that anymore,” you confess teary-eyed. “Was this a one time thing for you, Johnny? Will I have to pretend nothing happened during your lectures?”

He caresses your hair just like how he did when this all started. For some reason, it doesn’t feel like the end.

“Oh, baby, this is just the beginning.”

The End

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much-give-cup · 2 days

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4animalcanibal · 2 days

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#art #drawing #digital painting #jthm #digital illustration #johnny #johnny c #nny #jthm johnny #johnny the #johnny the homicidal maniac #wacky

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bbgjohnnyy · 2 days

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☝️ yk who

#bully #bullworth academy #bullworth #johnny #johnny vincent #bully fanart #derby #derby harrington #dirtmoney #johnny x derby

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artez-000-zetra · 1 day

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Soap doodles

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helluvaloverx3 · 3 days

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[The Bad Man]

Johnny “Slaughter” Sawyer x F!Reader

Warning: Smut, kidnapping

A/N: I made this on a whim, it’s short, I made this in class listening to a long ass lecture. It’s a quick lil’ treat. The Johnny simp community needs more fanfiction :((

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Another night at the local bar leads to another make out sesh with the local “Bad Man”. Being pushed against the wall of the one stall bathroom was the routine every Friday evening was the routine for the past few months…

It wasn’t the cleanest place… but…

“Fuck, Johnny.” You muffle through a rough kiss. His hands grasps at your love handles under your skirt and smirks as your legs start to quiver under his touch. You always got this way the moment his hands touched your warm skin.

“There ya go, baby girl.” He growls into your neck, biting it ever so slightly. His mouth reattach with yours, the taste of cigarettes and beer fills your tastebuds once again when his tongue prods at your lips.

“Lemme see,” His hand reaches up to your tank top and pulls the neck line down, exposing your bare tit, “No bra? Damn… You missed me, didn’t chu’?” He grasps your chest and latches his mouth onto your nipple. Your hands as if it was an instinct tangle into his hair, his other hand pushing the small of your back so your chest got impossibly closer.

The doorknob to the bathroom begins to shake, a knock on the door follows.

Johnny lets go of your nipple with a loud pop, “I’m usin’ the fucking bathroom!” His knee rubs against your pussy. Your hand shoots up to cover your mouth, hoping you don’t accidentally get too loud…

An unknown voice talks behind the door, “Alright man… don’t gotta be a fuckin’ dickhead.”

Though you knew Johnny would usually get heated over this, instead his hands lowers itself between you too and he pulls your panties down.

Realizing that it was finally time to do this… again… you reach down to unbuckle his belt, unfastening it and unzipping his pants. He smirks as he sees how fast you’re doing so, “Heh, ya can’t wait for my cock, can’t chu’, sugar?”

Your hand reaches into his pants and you pull out his cock and stroke it. He growls, “Fuckkk—“ His hand grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a rough kiss, you continue to keep stroking, using his pre-cum to make it easier.

He suddenly hauls your legs around his waist and pushes you against the wall again, “Move your skirt, princess.”

You nod and bundle your skirt up your waist, and retreat your arms around his neck.

“Mhmm,” He growls, “Pretty girl…” His large hands runs along the back of your thighs to lift your legs he’d seemingly fold you over with your legs on either side of your hips. Your pussy twitches as your puffy clit get exposed to Johnny.

He lines up his cock, and prods at your hole.

You gasp— the stretch was too much when he finally tried to push it in, “A-Ah, wait…” Your hands push against his chest.

“C’mon, you can take more of it, cant’cha?” He chuckles when he realizes that you were too tight for his fat cock, “Baby, how many times have we been together and you’re still beggin’ and cryin’?”

Your chest rises up and down as you try to relax, “You’re just too big for me, Johnny…”

He chuckles again, “Well…” He reaches down again, “This always seems to work for ya, darlin’.” He smirks as his finger sticks to your clit, running his finger tip in circles. Your eyes roll back— the fucking experience this man had. Your pussy twitched, taking more of his length as you milked his cock deeper into your core.

He finally hit the hilt, and you let out a big breathe of relief, the pain finally subsided.

He leans into the side of your head, whispering in your ear, “You ready, baby?” His hand comes up to wrap around your throat, “Hmm?” He growls, grazing his teeth against your earlobe.

You nod your head frantically, “Y-Yes.” You squeak. He starts slow, his hand on your throat tightening as he pumps into your core. Your hand retreats to your mouth as his pace picks up, “Stay quiet, lil’ lady…”

His hands go under your ass, grasping the fat and lifting you higher, your legs stay attached to his waist and your forearms rest against the tile wall, his pace speeds up. His arms flex under the florence light, his teeth baring as he watches his cock go in and out of your sweet little pussy.

“F-Fuck, baby girl…” He huffed. Your hand still held your noise but the slapping of skin to skin got louder.

A loud banging on the door, “Hello?! What’s taking so damn long?!”

Johnny yelled, “I’m fuckin’ in here!” He turns back to you, “We gotta make this quick, sugar—“ His head perks up, however, like the best idea of his life just so happened to crawl into his mind, “Say, come to my place, baby…” His thrust completely stopped. Your eyes look back at his. You arms loosening around his neck, he pulls out and you get back on your legs again. You look down at the floor, you two never really have went to each others personal places…

“U-Um, sure—“ The sound of the door banging again interrupts you. Johnny begins walking to the door tucking his dick back in, you try as quickly as you could to fix your skirt and underwear as fast as you could but before you could pull your underwear back up, Johnny opened the door, “Can I help ya, bastard?”

The man stared blankly. Your hair, your clothes, and your face was a mess… Johnnys pants were still unbuttoned and unbuckled.

You ultimately pull your underwear off, not bothering to fix them anymore. You hold your underwear in your hand as you come behind Johnny. Johnny shoves the man away and you follow suit.

“Come on, let’s go.” A smirk grows on his face.

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But that was last night…

Johnny’s silhouette stood at wooden door, “This is where you’re stayin’, sugar…” He comes forward. You tug at the ropes around your wrist, lying on the couch that he tied you to.

When you were brought over to his shed, he ‘tired’ you out and ended up tying you. Your clothes from the night before laid on the floor.

A blanket was the only thing covering your body.

He chuckles at you struggle against the rope, “Heh, you’re not gettin’ out of that,” He bends over and puts his yellow gloved hand on your chin, making you look at him, “If you’re a good girl, you’ll be okay. I’m keeping you so ya better get used to it.”

…

Weeks go by, he comes back with a missing poster with your face on it…

“Pretty girl, I gotta start taking these down, don’t want others to see your gorgeous face.”

He struts over and grabs a knife, you flitch as he raises it over you. A thump noise makes you jump but looking up you realize he put the missing poster right above you— being held up with a knife.

A tear runs down your face, and he notices it. He doesn’t say anything. Who knew that a weekly visit to see the “Bad Man” would be a bad idea…

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