#Johnny Slaughter x Female Reader

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒩𝒮𝐹𝒲 𝒜𝐿𝒫𝐻𝒜𝐵𝐸𝒯 — j.slaughter

warnings + tags — MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DNI, female reader, mentions of sex, dacryphilia, blood kink, non-con kink, knife play, johnny slaughter being johnny slaughter, typical nsfw things

authors notes — I’ve been wanting to do an alphabet for some of the tcm characters forever, so why not kick it off with a dirty little johnny post? this is all for fun and games, so if you don’t agree w anything, that’s okay <3 I might make some more n/sfw alphabets if people want, too (also let’s pretend I’m not uploading this at 6am).

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

at first he wasn’t exactly understanding of aftercare, he was used to just fucking and leaving, you know, the whole family business. but once he got with you, you taught him what aftercare actually was and it became one of him favourite things — he’d actually look forward to it, not that he’d tell you that. the idea of holding you close to him, all sweaty and panting, both of you more relaxed than you ever could be, enjoying the silence and the come down from your shared high. what could be better?

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favourite body part of yours is definitely your ass and thighs, doesn’t matter whether they’re big or small, he just loves the soft parts of your body. he loves squeezing them, slapping them, biting them, laying on them — whatever, he is just borderline obsessed with them. but in all honesty, every single part of your body is his favourite, he’s just so into you that he can barely contain himself.

his favourite part of himself is his arms and hands, his muscular biceps and large hands make him feel manly and give him extra confidence, plus when he’s choking someone, seeing his hands or arms cover them completely kinda gets him going. plus he knows how much you love those parts of him, and that makes him like himself just that little bit more.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he’s filthy when it comes to his cum, he’ll have it everywhere — he’ll cum on your face, your ass, in your mouth, and even forcing it into your cunt and breeding you like you deserve. he claims you as his and him having his cum in you or all over you just cements that fact. it tastes a little salty but mostly just normal, he likes to think he has a “good” diet just for your taste.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

johnny is a dirty little panty stealer, especially dirty panties. any time you’re showering or have gotten changed, he’ll pick up a pretty pair and shove it into his pocket, and he’ll act completely innocent when you ask if he’s seen them anywhere — he’ll just claim he probably ripped them to shreds when he fucked you, or threw them behind something accidentally. he loves smelling them while he’s masturbating (which isn’t often) but when he really misses you, then it just brings him that much closer to you. he has a secret little stash of them in his shack, tucked away in the back of a drawer, all different colours and styles just for his pleasure.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

no surprise but he is pretty damn experienced, but in the beginning he only really fucked for his own pleasure, not really caring about the other person. but when he got you, then all he wanted was to hear you moaning, to hear his name tumbling from your pretty lips. so he focused on and used everything he knew best, and of course he listened and learnt what you enjoyed — he basically became a god of fucking you, knowing everything that made you break, the things that made you quiver and come without him barely touching you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

surprisingly, missionary is his favourite, mostly because he likes seeing your face while he’s fucking you, having his hands wrapped around your throat or pinning your hands above your head. there’s something intimate about the simplicity of missionary and he loves that. but he enjoys mixing it up a little, missionary that turns into a mating press, and whatnot.

his second favorite is doggy, but because he loves ass, and it makes it easy to wrap his arm around your neck and pull you back into his chest. a secret favourite as well is forcing you into the full nelson, because what wouldn’t be enjoyable about that?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s more serious but it’s because he gets lost in the moment, he’s so concentrated on making you come that he doesn’t really take the moment to be more relaxed. but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to laugh and joke on during it, he’ll often say things that makes you chuckle, especially when he’s being “sweet” — but he doesn’t make a habit to go out of his way to make a joke unless it’s to lighten the mood after an intense session.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

johnny is pretty well groomed, he often shaves his armpits and trims his pubes, mostly because of the hot weather so he likes to keep it shorter but also because he feels more comfortable. he definitely leaves hair down there though, and grows out his happy trail because he knows he looks good with it. and of course he leaves the little bit of chest hair he has. all of his hair is jet black, and pretty thick and straight.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he can sometimes be nice and loving, slow and romantic. whispering sweet nothings into your ear, pumping in and out of you deeply, just showing how he loves you. but of course he has the moments, which is more likely, where he fucks you hard and rough, using you for his own pleasures. it all depends on the moment, the day, and his mood, but expect a bit of everything from him. but johnny has his own ways of intimacy, his own way of showing his love and being what he thinks is romantic, even if he is being rough the entire time.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he rarely jacks off, instead he prefers having sex with you to relieve himself, but on the off times he does need to jack off, then he has specific things he’ll do. like stated he’ll sniff your panties or look at polaroids of naked pictures you took for him, picturing you riding him and moaning for him. he’ll edge himself a lot, too, your name always rolling off his tongue when he moves his hand nice and slow up and down his cock. other times he wants it over quickly, locking himself in the bathroom and fucking his hand hard and fast, just needing to come and get it over with so he can get back to his busy schedule.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

blood kink — need I say more? he loves eating and tasting people, and your blood is something that he loves tasting, especially when he’s balls deep inside of you. there’s something so intimate about licking the blood trickling down your neck and making love to you at the same time, something so intimate about sharing something like blood with each other. he also loves having you taste his, whether it’s from biting his lip or even just licking his wound when he accidentally cuts himself.

knife kink — again, a pretty obvious one, the man who walks around with a knife and cuts people up basically for a living? he likes the way you flinch under the cool steel of his blade, cutting your clothes off your body with it, leaving lines and marks on you. he’ll cut you if you let him, not deep enough to scar, but enough to get a little blood from you, two kinks for the price of one.

non-con kink — he loves having his way with you, especially when you’re begging him to stop or when you’re whimpering and crying. of course he doesn’t hurt you, instead he pleasures until you can’t take it anymore, until you want it to stop but he just won’t. sometimes he’ll grab you from behind when you least expect it, blindfold and gag you, tie you up and fuck you senseless.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he’s a simple man with simple pleasures, taking you on a bed or the sofa in his shack is good enough for him, anything with soft padding for him and you to be comfortable. but sometimes he likes to mix it up, fucking you in a victims car or bending you over a table in his mothers house and having his way with you. it depends on his mood like usual, it doesn’t matter where it is as long as he gets to cum in you — but he does have a preference for the risky areas, the outdoor places where you have the chance to be caught, or even just places where he didn’t bother locking the door.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he’s a pretty simple man so a lot of things you do turn him on, it can be as simple as seeing you all warm and bothered on a hot summers day or seeing you bend over picking something up off the floor. but some other things are a little meaner, like seeing you cry when you’re upset or when you’re annoyed with him and you pout all cute like. his favourite thing though, is when you’re angry or really upset, shouting at him, pushing him away or pounding on his chest to get him away — that instantly sends the blood to his cock.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

there isn’t much he wouldn’t do, or at least there isn’t really any hard no’s. but he isn’t a fan of threesomes, he doesn’t like the idea of anyone else touching you, pleasing you — he knows he’s enough for you and you’re enough for him, so why would you want to invite someone else into the bedroom? as for turn offs, there isn’t really many, something might turn his off once because of his mood or just how he’s feeling on that day but then it might not the next time.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

just like most people, he loves recieving and seeing you on your knees, especially when you’re choking and gagging on him. but he absolutely loves going down on you, he loves to pleasure you and anything that gets you moaning his name, he loves. he’s really good at it too, he was already good before he met you but he’s learnt exactly what gets you going, and god knows he can work miracles with that tongue of his. there are times he’ll go down on you for the sake of it, not even expecting it to be foreplay for sex. he’ll just push you up against something and drop to his knees, pushing your panties to the side and eating you out, then he’ll just go about the rest of his day like normal after making you come on his face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he goes between fast and rough and slow and sensual, but most of the time he likes it fast and rough. throwing you about and using you as a glorified fleshlight and making you come at his will is just too much to pass up. when he’s been more romantic or sensual, he likes to have you in missionary, his head buried in the crook of your neck where his moans and sighs are slightly muffled, and he can just push his cock into you nice and slowly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

as much as he loves taking his time with you, he loves a good old fashioned quickie, bending you over some car or throwing you up against a wall when he needs to relieve himself. he’s worse with it when he’s had a bad day and something has annoyed him, he’ll practically hunt you down just to fuck you. he doesn’t have quickies every day, but it’ll be at least one or twice every couple of days.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

johnny is completely down for taking risks, fucking you in easily caught places and places that are pretty dangerous — the most noticeable place being near his mothers house, or even inside, he’ll drag you off somewhere when you’re visiting her and have his way with you then act like nothing happened when you can barely walk. he loves to experiment with you, too, after all he has some pretty out there kinks that you didn’t exactly like or ever think about trying, but he respects if you have hard no’s — he’s a lot more caring than he pretends to be.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

not so surprisingly, he has a lot of stamina, and can go a whole bunch of rounds, but usually he’ll tap out after two, or a very long session. he enjoys having multiple sessions throughout the day rather than all at once, because then he can burn off all that energy and anger he gets during the day. during a usual session, foreplay included, it’ll last around 45 minutes to an hour — after all, he really loves taking his time with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

so he’s pretty hit and miss with toys, he didn’t exactly like them at first. he was kinda insulted when you brought up the idea of having a vibrator / when he found yours, because he took it that he wasn’t good enough for you and that you clearly needed to have something else make you come. after you finally convinced him to just use it on you during sex, his entire world lit up. watching how easy it was to have you a quivering, blubbering, sniveling mess sent blood rushing straight to his cock — and now a lot of the time, especially during longer sessions, he’ll use it on you to tease or give his hand a little bit of a break if he needs it. he also loves making you use it on yourself while he watches, sometimes wanking himself off while you make yourself come.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s a huuuuge tease, loves to edge you for as long as he can, it’s even better if he gets you to the edge of coming on a morning then he can leave for the day — but he tells you not to touch yourself, because he’ll know — sometimes he’ll even “check” during the day to make sure you haven’t made yourself come. if you’ve been good for him then he won’t tease you for too long, but it’s rare he goes a day without teasing you just a little bit. he just loves hearing you whimper and beg for him, and he gets off on being the only one that can make you come.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

johnny grunts and cusses a lot during sex, or even when you’re just teasing / going down on him. he has no issue being vocal anymore, although he was a lot quieter when you first got together. now he’s completely fine with moaning into your ear, and he actually loves moaning your name, he doesn’t even care who hears — he likes you knowing how good you make him feel, plus he knows how much it turns you on having him moaning and cussing when he’s deep inside you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

okay I’ve said it a million times, and I’ll say it a million more, he’s actually really sweet to you, and treats you like an angel. at first he’d be a little mean, still saying things that would hurt your feelings or just scaring you by him being him — but once you’d been dating awhile, he’s the “hurt them and I kill you” type guy, the one that’ll kill for you, the one that’ll die for you. he’s so wrapped around your little finger it’s almost unbelievable, he’s so in love that he’d do nearly anything you ask — but he’s only like that when you’re alone, for the most part. when you’re around other people he’s super possessive and lets others know who you belong to, always having a hand around your waist or yanking you into the most sexually fuelled kiss when someone talks to you for too long. nonetheless, he’d protect you with his life and is actually really sweet, in his own way, of course.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

okay he’s got a pretty huge dick, it’s 7”-7.5”, and it’s girthy as all hell, to the point he needs to warm you up a lot before even thinking about trying to push himself into you. he’s not cut, and he’s got a big fat vein that runs along the underside of his cock and it’s super sensitive around there, too. the closer to the tip of his cock, the more reddish purple it turns, especially when he’s hard. oh and let’s not forget, he’s got big, heavy balls as well.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he’s ridiculously horny, that man has a crazy sex drive and it was kinda hard to keep up with at first. he has a naturally high one anyway but it’s made worse by his obsession with you — he needs to be in you constantly, filling you, making you his. as soon as he wakes up he’s there being needy, he’s the exact same at night when you’re going to bed. and don’t be surprised if he doesn’t pull you round the back of a shack to fuck you during the day, too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

johnny falls asleep instantly, there’s not a single thought behind that man’s eyes. and it’s made even worse when he tires himself out fucking you senseless a good few rounds before finishing — he’s the type that as soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s passed out snoring, mouth open, twitching and kicking you all night. or sometimes he’s just so still that you’re not sure he’s alive anymore, just perfectly motionless, couldn’t even be woken up by the end of the world.

#ꕤ 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 ⌨️ #tcm #johnny slaughter x female reader #johnny slaughter x reader #tcm the game #johnny slaughter #tcm x reader #texas chainsaw game #texas chainsaw massacre

[johnny-slaughter-me]

— “ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧'. ” | Johnny Slaughter x Female Reader.

Drabble. Reader is Sissy's friend who joins the family. She and Johnny developed a certain friendship.

Notes. English isn't my native language so typos and grammar issues are likely.

Warnings. This fic is nsfw, minors dni please. Canon gore and cannibalism mention, reader is also a cannibalist.

Enjoy. I hope you enjoy the content. Much love, Cherry. 🍒

She dug her nails in his back. Panting heavily as she felt each inch of him trusting in and out of her. "Mmmm Johnny" she moaned, "yeah baby girl? Like that? Hmmm?" He replied. Her constant moans told him she did and so he kept going in and out of her, trying to catch his breath in the process. He kept on going until he finally released all of his pleasure inside her.

He first met her last year when Sissy returned home. Y/N was a friend of Sissy's whom she met in one of the cultes she'd joined. With nowhere to go Sissy invited her to join the family. It was a surprise to everyone when Y/N and Sissy came home. But she was easily welcomed, helping around and loring victims in only to turn them into lunch. She wasn't that different from them, and Johnny couldn't help but enjoy the new addition. She excited him. Y/N couldn't ignore Johnny either. "Heya sis, you never told me you had such a greek god as a brother." You told Sissy whilst the both of you were preparing some poison to use later. She just looked at you and gave you a friendly eye roll. "He's an asshole but you can have him if you want, just be careful he is a mama's boy, and Nancy doesn't like it when her boy does anything other then murder- I mean hunting." Sissy told you and you both giggled.

Johnny started to surround himself near you and you never declined. As time went by you and him would sneak around, needing each other. He had fucked you in his shed, in his truck, and his bed. Sissy knew and didn't care but you both tried to hide it from the rest of his family. Cook has been the first one (excluding Sissy), to catch on to it. "So funny thing ya, I was listen for some victims when I heard Johnny loving the new girl a lil' too much!" Cook complained during dinner that night. You nearly choked on your food but to your surprise, Johnny simply said: "well damn old man, you heard right! And she loved every second of it."

#Cherry Writes 🍒 #Johnny Slaughter #Johnny Slaughter Smut #Johnny Slaughter x Reader #Johnny Slaughter x Female Reader

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ GUTS — johnny slaughter

WARNINGS: 18+, you're shorter than johnny in this (wiki says he's 6ft), f!soft-bodied!reader, sadistic!johnny (this man thrives off of other peoples pain he would enjoy it in bed too), light knife play, blood play, kidnapping, coercion, crying, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, typical tcm shit

A/N: please do not flag this for no reason, just block me. flagging my work as mature means it isn't seen by as many people in the tags when searched. Also!!!!, this is really long for no reason (4k words) AND I already have a multi part no slasher!AU in the works that's gonna be bordering on 10 chapters, knowing me it'll eternally be a wip tho...

Taking in a shaky breath, you hold it, willing the pounding of your heart to calm down as you listen for any movement around you. All you hear is the sounds of the forest, but still you sit and wait. You had been separated from the others that you had escaped with, though you suppose separated is the wrong word to use in this situation.

One of the girls that had been captured with you, a tall girl with matted brown hair and milky, bruise covered skin, had shoved you the second she had heard a noise from one of your kidnappers as they gained up on you. You had fallen down a pretty steep slope, thankfully lost in the heavy foliage that covered the ground and shrouded you instead of becoming the bait she wanted you to be.

It takes you more time than you would like to admit to get your bearings back, unable to see anything from under a bush. It hurts to breathe, and your vision is hazy from hitting your head on the way down. There's the sound of a too close chainsaw revving up above you, making the pounding of your head worsen, followed by the screams of the traitor that shoved you down the slope.

"Please, please, don't do this. I haven't done anything wrong!" She cries, as if she didn't just try to trade your life in for her own. You wince when you hear her scream again, drowned out by the chainsaw cutting through her flesh and blood splattering onto every nearby surface. The sound has your stomach curling, but a part of you feels that she had it coming for what she did to you.

When the stomping of the mask wearing man's feet are a distant, you allow yourself to breathe more comfortably, loosening up your death grip on the old piece of pipe you had grabbed as a weapon when you got out of your restraints. Your fingers ache, knuckles popping as they relax for the first time in what has felt like hours.

"That's what you get, twig ass bitch," you mutter under your breath. When your heart beat finally goes back to a more normal level, and you don't feel like you're about to shake out of your skin, you slowly drag yourself out from the brush, looking around the slowly darkening woods for a way to go.

Readjusting your grip on the pipe, you slowly make your way away from the chaos, hoping that they don't look down here for you.

You don't know where you're going or how far you've gotten, all you know is that you greatly regret putting on a skirt yesterday morning. Not only has it gotten caught on just about everything while you've been running for your life, but the humid Texas heat has caused your thighs to chafe something fierce, and it's starting to sting more than the cuts that litter your arms and torso.

Eventually, you find a shallow stream, and you quickly stumble your way to it. Dipping your fingers in, you sigh at the cool water against your sweaty skin. You carefully scoop some up into your hands, not wanting to make any noise as you press your face into your cupped hands.

There's a faint ribbon of red that you watch slowly get mixed into the water, and you dump it into the stream, watching it quickly disappear. You scoop up another cool batch of water, careful to keep any from spilling through your shaking fingers. It's as you're bringing your hands up to sip from the water that you feel all the hair on your body stand up on end, heart racing.

Looking into the trees, you slowly stand up, turning in place. You can't really see anything, but you know you're not crazy. You also know that you're absolutely fucked. The forest is not something you find yourself in often, or at all, really, and considering it borders onto these crazy fuckers property... they probably knew where you were the whole time.

You want to yell, to scream out your frustrations onto whoever it is that's following you. But your voice is dry, and even breathing has started to feel like too much, your voice cracking around the whispered words, "I-" you swallow roughly, eyes frantically looking around, "I know you're there."

You hear nothing around you, but you know. There are eyes on you. Just how close... you have no idea.

The next breath you take is shaky, eyes watering as you hop over the little stream. Taking another look around you and still finding nothing, you continue on your way.

Crickets jump around you as you carefully make your way to what you hope is safety, spooking you every time they jump in front of your vision. You're struggling for air as the mounting panic starts to cloud your senses, breaths coming in rushed puffs. Your heart is pounding in your ears, so loud that you don't hear the sound of someone walking behind you.

You let out a scream when the back of your shirt is grabbed and yanked, thrusting your elbow back as hard as possible and hitting them in the stomach. There isn't any give, a hard plane of muscle that probably hurts you more than them.

"Well! Look who we've got here!" The man says, a laugh coating his voice. His hand twists in your shirt, the collar of it tightening around your throat. With a rough yank your back is flush against his chest, and you catch the glint of his knife as he presses his fist into your stomach, the tip of the blade nicking the underside of your breast.

You hiss in pain, flinching away from the blade and bumping into his chest. The nearly too tight grip he has on your shirt disappears, but you aren't able to take a breath before that hand has come around to grip at your throat. The thick expanse of his calloused fingers press into your smooth skin, the pressure your neck a warning that has you freezing on the spot.

His fingers flutter, pressing into the sides of your throat, and the breathy sound you let out has both of you freezing in place. His chest pushes against your back as he takes in a deep breath, the exhale painting goosebumps along your damp neck. The man's grip loosens just slightly, before squeezing again. Another moan is pulled from you, and you can feel the man laugh against your back, the low tone sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, am I gonna 'ave fun with you." The man drops the hand from around your throat, using it to grip your upper arm, steering you back the way you came. The tip of his blade is still scraping your skin, the constant pain seeming to send shocks all over your body. He takes a sharp turn that you aren't prepared for, a gasp leaving you as he shoves you up against a particularly thick tree.

The blade in his hand is dropped to the forest floor, his left hand cupping your cheek roughly as he directs your face up to his. His brown eyes are impossibly dark as they take you in, free hand palming your waist. He’s hiked up your flowy, flower patterned shirt, his big hand sliding up your torso to thumb at the cut under your breast.

You hiss in pain, but that only seems to excite him, the man bringing his blood covered thumb up to his lips, tongue poking out to guide the appendage into his mouth. The low moan that escapes him has you clenching your thighs together, eyes wide as you watch his thumb slide out of his mouth, traces of your bright red blood left on his tongue.

“Fuck, best thing 've ever tasted,” he mutters, hands moving to collect more of the slow trickling blood. Your hands are shaky as they grip onto his blood stained tank top, watching his face as he stares down at his hand, thick fingers disappearing into the meat of your breast instead of swiping up more of your blood.

He dips his head down to mouth at your neck, teeth unforgiving against your skin. His tight grip on you and the tree at your back keeps you from flinching away, at his mercy as his teeth work at your flesh. He doesn't break skin, but it's a near thing, a bruise no doubt starting to form already.

“Ah, hurts,” you whine, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. Despite the pain, you don't try to push him away, hands steadily holding his black tank. Hot puffs of breath dance over your damp skin as he laughs, running his tongue over the bruised flesh before pulling back to look at you.

“That so?” Hesitantly, you nod, heart pounding as you let your weight fully rest up against the tree, breathing shaky as his previously idle hand starts to palm at your breast. His large hand seems to engulf you, and you can't help but push into his touch. He's rough with this too, as you suspect he is with all things, groping you while he watches on with a satisfied look on his face.

Slowly, your fingers unclench from his shirt, and you press your hand flat against his chest. You can feel his warmth even through his shirt, hands trailing absently over his defined pecs. You watch your hands move as he chuckles, eyes flicking up to find him smirking down at you.

“Pretty little thing like you,” he starts, thumb running along your cheekbone, “bet you're sweet all over, ain't ya?"

The next breath you take is shaky, eyes wide and glassy as you stare up at him. He hums, head tilting as he observes you.

“Wanna know what I think?” He whispers, head dipping down again. This time he doesn't bite you, though there's still a twinge of pain as he sucks over the bruises his teeth had made. Your response is lost in your gasp, knees buckling at the unexpected current of pleasure that wracks through you. If it weren't for him pressing you against the tree, you would probably be on the ground right now.

“Think I'm gonna keep you all to myself. You'd be my good girl, won't you?” He moves up to mouth at your jaw, wet open mouthed kisses following his path to your mouth, “Whaddya say, think you could be Johnny's good girl?”

Through the fear pumping through you at the thought of what would happen to you if you said no, there's a part of you, a sick and twisted part, that really, desperately wants to succumb to this sadistic man's whims. You know saying yes would be just as bad as what will happen if you say no. There's no knowing what he would do to you, but that part of you frankly doesn't care.

“Please,” you whisper, letting your hands wrap around his broad torso, palms flat against his back as you press his muscular body against yours, as if he could get any closer, “so good. I'll be your good girl.”

You don't fight the hand on your face as he guides you, eyes fluttering at the close proximity of your faces. Johnny's eyes are crinkled at the corners, his smirk pressed against the corner of your mouth, “Good.”

Johnny's lips are aggressive as they press against yours, seeming to consume you as his tongue bullies its way into your mouth. There's nothing you can do but endure the attack, moaning and gasping into his mouth as his other hand continues to grope you.

Overwhelmed by the force of his kiss, you can't keep yourself still. Tree bark scrapes your skin with every shudder his skillful tongue pulls from you, but you barely feel it. All you feel is him, his all encompassing presence that looms over you and threatens to consume your very being.

Through his jeans and your skirt, you can feel his erection pressing into your lower stomach as you shift against him. The feeling of it seems to awaken something in you, a primal urge you've never felt before, your hands dropping from his back to pathetically fumble at the bottom of his tank. Once you get your hands on his skin you can't keep them still, running them up and down the warm expanse of his back.

You can feel slight imperfections on his skin, long lines of damaged flesh that match the scars on his face. You trace over them, letting your nails trail over his skin in your exploration. There's barely enough space between you to breathe, but somehow you're able to wedge your arms between the two of you to trace over his stomach.

The skin there is soft, though you can still feel the faint definition of the muscles beneath. You continue to run your hands up, though just as your fingers dance along his pecks the hand groping you is instantly grabbing your wrist, yanking it out and pressing your hand roughly against the tree next to your head.

“Not yet, I ‘ain't had my fun,” he mumbles against your neck, giving your bottom lip a little nip before he pulls away completely. He lets go of your hand, the other dropping from your face to pull up the bottom of your skirt. His big hands palm at your ass, fingers harsh as they squeeze.

All too soon he's stepping back from you, arms crossed as his eyes drag over your form. You feel squirmy under his gaze, fingers fidgeting with each other as you wait for him to say or do anything.

“Y’look like you have too much clothes on,” he says, and you can hear the hidden command in his words. You're quick to ruck your shirt over your head, the thin lace bra sticking to your sweaty skin. Trembling fingers take longer than you'd like to work the button of your skirt, though once that's open you're able to shove it down over plush thighs, letting it fall to the forest floor.

“That's it darlin’, why don't you get laid out real nice for me, huh?” He's leering at you, watching the way your body moves as you sit down on the forest floor. He seems to enjoy watching you follow his every command, hand absently palming his erection the whole time.

You're careful as you lay down, making sure to stuff your now dirt covered clothes underneath you as some sort of padding. There's still rocks and sticks that make it uncomfortably uneven, but at least they won't be cutting into your skin. Once you're settled, thighs clenched tight and hands fidgeting on your stomach, you look up at Johnny as you wait for instructions.

He hums, taking the few steps needed to stand at your feet, “Good girl.”

You can't keep the pleased hum down, watching him with wide eyes as he start's unbuckling his belt. He doesn't bother to take it off though, undoing the button and zipper before he's kneeling at your feet.

He plants both hands on your knees, pushing them open to stare down at you. You know you're wet, you can feel the fabric of your panties sticking to your skin uncomfortably. There's probably a wet spot too, and you turn your head away when you notice the smug look on his face.

A thick finger presses right over your hole, going as deep as the fabric can allow. Your pussy clenched at the intrusion, desperate for him to fill you. Rolling your hips up, you try to force the finger deeper, huffing when he pulls away.

“What a desperate little thing, hmm?” He slips a finger through the crotch of your panties, pulling them off of you roughly. You lift your hips to help aid the process, hands falling between your legs to cover yourself up.

"Thought you wanted to be my good girl," Johnny says, hand coming up to gently cradle the side of your face, a sharp contrast to his mean glare and condescending tone that he directs at you. Your heart pounds in your chest, legs falling open to allow him enough space to shuffle forward.

"I do. I- I am," you manage to choke out, slowly pulling your hands away from where you were covering yourself. Instead you fist them in his dirty shirt to try and bring his mouth down to yours, whining when he doesn't budge at your insistent tugging.

The smirk that spreads over his face sends a shiver down your spine, and his thumb glides down your cheek to prod at your kiss swollen lips. He tugs the bottom lip down, pressing the pad of his thumb roughly against your tender flesh.

"Open," he commands, and you do so without a thought. He's slow as he eases his thumb into your mouth, letting you lave your tongue over his calloused skin before it's easing further into your mouth. His thumb, thick and long and big like the rest of his fingers, teases at the back of your throat, and you feel tears collecting as you fight back the urge to gag at the intrusion.

He takes pity on you, slowly pulling his thick thumb from your mouth to then harshly press it against your clit. The rough pressure has your hips bucking, not knowing if you want to roll up against the touch or pull away. Johnny doesn't give you an option either way, thick fingers practically disappearing into your thigh to keep you still, gripping so hard you're surprised they haven't torn through your flesh.

You can't stop the desperate sounds that fall from your lips, your pleas garbled as your legs fall further open. His blunt nails scrape the delicate flesh above your clit as he abuses your sex, drawing loud, drawn out whines as you writhe on the forest floor. Johnny only seems to thrive on your suffering, shifting so that he can press two fingers into you at the same time. You're embarrassingly wet, so they easily slide in despite how thick his fingers are, relieving the empty feeling that has settled over you.

“Fuck, woman, you're wetter than all hell,” he's sat back to watch the way your cunt greedily sucks his fingers in, hips rolling down to match the thrusting of his fingers. Wet squelching fills the forest, your soft, breathy gasps barely heard over the sound.

Johnny crowds into your space, leaving a trail of bites up your neck and to your lips. The kiss is rough, teeth clicking together from the rough treatment before he comes in at a better angle. It's dirty and sloppy and wet, teeth biting at your bottom lip every time he pulls back to take a breath.

It's too much, a sensory overload that has your brain turning to mush. His fingers curl aggressively inside you, thumb rubbing painful circles on your clit. Slowly, your hands release the death grip they have on his shirt, unsteady as they move to thread through his short hair. The tight grip you have on his hair has him growling out a warning, the nip he gives to your lip drawing blood.

You hastily grab onto the back of his shirt, tears blurring your vision as you pull back from his lips with a desperate gasp. Heaving breaths escape your lips, moans and whines tumbling into pleas as you beg him not to stop. He presses a kiss to your forehead that's more teeth than lips because of his wide grin, a dark chuckle following soon after.

Hips rolling desperately into his touch, you chase the orgasm you can feel building.

“That's it, give it to me,” his voice is low, and the command sends a shiver down your spine, cunt clenching around his fingers. Your gasps get stuck in your throat, high pitched whines drowning out the sound of your arousal as you cum.

Johnny doesn't let up even after you've cum, fingers working at you at a brutal pace, bringing another orgasm that hurts as much as it feels good. You try in vain to pull away from his touch, but he just holds your hips down with his free hand, fingers working ruthlessly as you twitch and cry.

“Good girl,” Johnny finally lets up, pulling his soaked hand from between your legs. He licks a long stripe up his fingers, chuckling at the fucked out look on your face, “sweet as honey.”

You can't do much more than lay there watching him as he sits back on his heels, quickly pulling his tank top up over his head. His chest is littered with scars, and you can't help the way your eyes trace over each pale line that decorates his skin. They look like they were painful, and you're brushing a hand over one before you can even think.

Thankfully he doesn't get mad at you touching him this time, silent as he lets you explore. His skin is warm and surprisingly soft, a light dusting of hair trailing down from his belly button and disappearing into his pants. You let your nails trail through the hair, relishing in the deep sound that rumbles in his throat.

Lips pulled between your teeth, you can't help but admire the way his arms move as he works on pushing down his jeans. The muscles move under the flesh, arm as sturdy looking as the rest of him. You tug on the band of his jeans, inching them down over his legs, eyes laser focused onto his cock, no underwear in sight.

Your fingers wrap around his erection easily, swiping your thumb over the angry red head to collect the wetness there. The groan he lets out is heavenly, but he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand from him.

“We don't have the time for that right now, darlin’,” he says, shoving them down the rest of the way and kicking them off to the side. He pushes your legs up and open by the underside of your knees, shuffling forward to fill the empty space, “Now you be a good girl and hold these legs open for me, an’ I'll be makin’ you scream in no time.”

He lets go of your trembling legs the second you reach for them, grabbing the base of his dick and rubbing the tip through your folds, left forearm resting on the ground next to your head. It catches on your fluttering hole with every pass, a tease that has you whining for more, rocking your hips as much as you can.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but has only been a few seconds, he slides into you, letting go of his dick to rest his arm on the other side of your head. The stretch is painful, and you instinctively clench around the intrusion. He doesn't stop, merely laughing at your wince as his hips settle against yours.

There's no grace period given. His hips are pulling back before you can adjust to his girth, drilling into you with a deep and brutal pace that has you wailing. You can feel the sharp sting of your nails from how hard you're clenching your thighs, the pain seeming to heighten your pleasure.

Johnny's grin is wide and full of teeth, you can feel it against your neck. Then he's digging his teeth into the flesh, abusing the bruised flesh. You can't feel it though, lost in the haze of his cock pounding into you. You feel the breath being knocked out of you with every thrust, eyes blurry with the onset of tears.

Your throat hurts from your wailing, pleas barely distinguish whenever you're able to attempt speaking. Johnny either doesn't understand you or doesn't care enough to figure it out, laughing at your babbling. When he pulls back you can see blood on his lips and teeth, and then you feel the sting of the bite he left on you.

Johnny presses his lips to yours as your face scrunched up in pain, the coppery taste of your blood lingering even after he pulls away. You chase the taste off your lips with your tongue, unable to follow his lips as he sits up.

“Fuck,” he drawls, the voice drawn out as he bottoms out in you, watching the way your hips twitch to try and get any sort of friction, “fuckin’ soaked through that pretty little skirt you got layers out under you, best pussy I've ever had.”

Then there's a large hand fisting the hair at the back of your head, yanking your head back. Your yelp of pain is drowned out by the obscene sounds coming from your pussy while Johnny uses you as if you were a toy. Pace bordering on brutal, you hold onto your sweat dampened thighs as he chases his high.

He licks and nibbles at the still bleeding wound on your neck, drinking from you as his thrusts shift you across the forest floor. The salt from your tears sting as it hits the bite marks that cover your neck, a loud moan following when the taste of salt hits Johnny's tongue.

Thrusts becoming erratic, your only warning is his teeth clamping down on the side of your neck before you feel the liquid heat of Johnny’s cum filling you in bursts, pushed deeper into you by tiny thrusts. It's only when he finally stills inside of you that you are able to breath, taking big gasps as you gather yourself.

“Mmm, what a good girl you are,” Johnny mumbles against your neck, pulling back to look you over. You probably look a mess, hair frizzy from the heat and being yanked on by Johnny. You're also covered in blood, though Johnny probably relishes in the fact that he put it there. It's when his gaze settles on where you're still connected that you feel your face heat in embarrassment.

As he pulls out you can't help the way you whimper, desperate for him to fill you back up despite how tender your abused sex feels. The trail of cum that follows is quickly stuffed back into you by two thick fingers, plugging you up with his cum.

Large hands slide under your ass, tacky with your arousal. Your hands fall away from your thighs in surprise as he lifts your lower body off the ground so that you're resting on your shoulders.

“Probably tastes even better mixed with me,” he mumbles more to himself than to you. As Johnny licks a long stripe up from your fluttering, dripping hole to your clit, you find yourself melting into the pleasure that he is giving you, no longer caring about what will become of you when he's had his fill.

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[lil-spider]

So Damn Pretty

Chapter 1

Part 2 : Here

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: I wanna turn this into a longer story as I really like the idea of a cruel pussy-whipped Johnny actually getting the reader pregnant and his family is shocked at his actions. For now I apologies if there is any mistakes since this is still a new hobby of mine.

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, assault, objectification and breeding/impregnation. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

Scrambling in the dark for a toolbox. I cringe harshly at the distant sounds of an angry, revving chainsaw combined with the gurgling screams of my friends. I hasten up my search for a lock-pick. Wincing as I make a lot of noise. “Yes!” I exclaimed, finding two lock-picks. “I still have a chance. Now, to get out of this rotten slaughterhouse.” I say determined with hope.

With this new feeling of hope, I quickly run to the end of the building, accidentally smacking into the hanging bones near the exit. “Fuck!” Desperate to escape I decided to keep going, reaching to a locked door. I unlocked it swiftly pushing the door to swing open, bolting down to the gated exit to make my escape.

“Shit!” The gate is being blocked by live electricity. “Damn, I gotta shut it off before someone arrives.” frustrated, I searching around for the power source. I find a yellow power cord leading to a car battery.

Walking towards the vehicle, I don’t take notice of a large figure coming up behind me.

All of a sudden, I’m slammed down hard into the car. I see a flash of white as I head-butt the vehicle. Falling to the ground in pain, a strong leg kicks harshly into my stomach. With the wind knocked out of me, I’m picked up and shoved flat on top of the hood of an another car. My wrists get clamped together behind me. A zip-tie going around them tight, leaving me immobile. “No one escapes me.” A gruff, deep voice whispered into my ear.

Back when I was searching for an exit. I was unaware of Johnny already in the building, watching me, relishing in my oblivious state. Getting ready to crush my hope.

Now as he ties up my wrists, he takes a closer look at my pretty face, smooth skin and thick thighs. He likes how I smell, the way my hair shines in the low light. He wolf-whistles pulling at my ripped mini dress showing off my smooth legs.“You’re just asking to be fucked aren’t ya? He says slyly. He’s feeling something more deeper then his bloodlust. More carnal, something he rarely gets to indulge on.

Disorientated and aching from the assaulted, I groan out and wiggle weakly against the man holding me down. He pulls me up again to turn me over, facing him. I realise my assailant is Johnny, the man that brought me and my friends into this hell. Staring at his handsome face, I still feel my attraction to him, even after his monstrosities.

“Pretty girls like you are very rare around here.” My anxiety spiked at his tone of voice. Watching the way his eyes look me over, focusing more on my face and chest. “Too pretty to be food” He says up close to my face smirking arms boxing me in. “To keep you alive darling, I need to put a baby in you.“

My eyes widen at his words. I sputter out words of disagreement but they fall on deaf ears. He pulls out his large knife from the back of his belt. Scared, I try to run, but he shoves my chest back flat against the hood of the car. Feet just touching the ground. My hands digging awkwardly into my back, the angle makes my chest push out.

Johnny uses it to his advantage and slices the middle of dress down so my breasts spill out. My hard nipples exposed to the cold air. His stare is intense. He slices my delicate skin going across the top of my breasts. Deep enough to let warm blood dribble over my nipples.

He looks into my worried gaze and smirks. He snaps his arms around my waist. Holding me still as he harshly sucks on my nipples giving each one the same treatment. He keeps eye contact with me. Trails his hot tongue from my left nipple upwards, grazing it across my bleeding cut to lick down to my right nipple, sucking it hard.

I feel his hard, heavy cock grinding against my clothed core. He groans as he cleans up my blood. “So sweet.” He whispers under his breath. I shut my eyes and roll my head back. I try to stay silent but soft pants escape me. My pussy throbs for some relief. He kisses his way up to my neck, leaving bite marks and bruises.

His right hand leaves my waist moves down to feel my wetness. “You cheeky whore”. He says in my ear with a deep chuckle. “You’re soaked.” He grabs his knife again and slices my panties off, nicking me in the process. Then dives down for a heated kiss using his fingers to rub my clit side to side. I close my eyes moaning into his mouth. He breaks his held away from my body. Places his left hand next my head to hold himself up while his right continues to play with my clit.

He sits up to look at my disheveled from with admiration; Arms restrained, chest heaving, eyes glossy and legs spread wide, grinding into his hand. He bites his bottom lip at the sight.

My moans grow louder from the stimulation. He replaces his fingers with a thumb that’s now rubbing my clit in tight circles. His two middle fingers instead slip inside me, fucking me, getting me closer. I almost cum right there on his hand. But he pulls away.

“I wanna feel you cum on my cock sweetheart.” Johnny goes to tug on my right nipple with his teeth as he plays with my pussy again. “Johnny!” I cry out his name. Spreading my legs wider, hungry for an orgasm.

“Begging for my cock now huh? Don’t worry baby girl i’ma give it to ya’.” He pulls away to flip me over. Johnny pushes the rest of my dress up so my lower half is exposed. He pulls my hips back putting me in doggy style.

While Johnny manoeuvres my body. I hear bloody screams. Guilt strikes me, remembering my friends. Johnny shoves his feet in between mine to stop me from closing my legs. He grips my tied wrists with one hand while the other goes to unbuckle his belt, letting his pants drop. “Don’t stop now baby, we are just getting started.” My clit throbs as he pinches it. Heavily aroused and aching, I grind my pussy on his hard cock. Giving in, wanting Johnny to fuck me.

“Good girl”. He slaps my ass and slowly inch by inch he guides his fat cock inside me, stretching me out. “Yeah, take my cock” Johnny doesn’t move once he’s fully inside. Giving me time to adjust. “Fuck, sweetheart is my cock too big for you?” He teases, watching me struggle. He gives a small thrust i shove back wanting more. “Johnny!” I moan, clenching around his cock. Making him groan.

“I’m gonna be the last man to ever cum in your tight pussy.” He states right before pounding into me. Gripping my arms he pulls them back using them as leverage to fuck me harder. I watch him through the reflection of the car, he notices the reflection too. He pulls me back higher so he can watch my tits bounce. He grips my ass hard as he thrusts in and out of my drenched hole. “Im gonna make you ride my cock everyday!” He’s hitting deeper while he talks dirty. “Such a good fucking pussy.” I ignore the brutal sounds of my friends dying. More focused on the man behind me, driving his thick cock in my pussy.

Hitting so deep I let out high pitch whines with each thrust, I bite my lip and thrust my hips back into him. I’m getting closer to my release. Moaning out to not stop.

He grunts at my demand. “Awe baby, are you about to cum?” I struggle to coherent a response as he fucks harder. “I feel your pussy getting tighter sweetheart! Come on give it to me.” I gush over his cock, quivering. My orgasm brings Johnny closer to finishing. The tightness sends Johnny over the edge.

“Fuck!” His movements go sloppy. I let out a cry from the overstimulation as he fills me up to the brim with hot cum, not leaving until he’s empty. Slowly he removes his cock, it bounces back against his lower stomach glistening from mix juices. He watches his cum dribble out of me and slaps my ass one last time.

He places me back on the hood, my wrist starting to go slightly numb. He pulls up his jeans and buckles his belt. He takes one last look at my chest before he tries to give me some modesty by rearranging the cut in my dress.

“Ya know I’ve always wanted to be a dad, raise em’ just like how my momma raised me.” He looks me over placing his hand on my stomach. “If you do end up pregnant then you may live longer.” He smiles at me. I just look into his dark eyes. Unsure of what to say, how to think after such rough fucking. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his back pocket to light a smoke. “Come on, let’s go check out your dead friends.” He grabs my arm leading me back into that damn slaughterhouse.

#johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter #smut #texas chainsaw game #Johnny slaughter fanfic

[spicy-pears]

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖓

warnings: forceful smut.breeding/impregnation.stalking.biting??(okay he may have tried to eat you). sexual vulgarity.over stimulation.branding.torture?

Pairing: Johnny slaughter x Female reader. [Sorry Leland lovers, maybe sometime this spooky season]

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: 1-𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚. 2-𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔. 3-𝑬𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔.[WIP].4-𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍'𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 [WIP].

Word count: 3k

[Thanks for stopping by! This is my very first smut post. So all likes and critique are truly appreciated❣️]

𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽𝙽𝚈'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"Good night! Or should I say good morning, Austin Texas! It's officially 12:00 am. August 29. We got some good news for you guys tonight-" the radio turned off abruptly with the rough turn of the dial, causing it to harshly click. The car became eerily silent, And time began to stand still. Johnnys gloved hand tightly gripped his steering wheel. head held down deep in thought, while his jaw began to clench. His tense body showed a man deep in battle with himself. His sharp inhales and deep rumbling exhales, reminiscent of a hungry animal or beast. His mind slowly being engulfed with a fuzzy, static, ringing sound. A sound that drowned everything else out, a sound that let him know he needed to hunt.

His dark eyes studied the blood-stained cloth, firmly held in his right hand. He tried his best to settle the unrest inside his mind and body. But finally gave into his loud flagrant desires. Bringing the cloth to his face, he took in the distinct scent of his new obsession. The hint of your natural sweetness, the lingering smell of your perfume, and the distinct copper signature of your blood. All of this together brought him into a high, causing his needy cock to harden and throb. his eyes grew endlessly dark with hunger. His breath now in the rhythm of a heated pant as he pulled away from the cloth.

After maria, he made sure to be careful. He didn't take you home right away, he wasn't going to lose another. He waited and played his cards right. By dating your hopeless friend, getting closer to you without notice. He managed to snag your beloved charm bracelet, a photo of your beautiful doe eyes and sweet smile, and now your blood. Unfortunately collecting and waiting was over. You were now in a perfect position for him. And he surely didn't give a damn about your loving fiancé. There you stood, in the dark. Your eyes dashing to see the source of each unexpected sound. While you held your bleeding hand waiting and waiting for your friends. They won't be back any time soon, he made sure of it.

AUGUST 29, 1988 TIME: 12:30 AM

The humid Texas air was slowly getting to you. You started to feel the time flying by. And with the passing moments, the texas night heat only grew stronger. Letting out an anxious huff, you battled with your better senses. You know you should sit still and wait for the girls to come back. But you felt uneasy, as the men coming into the bar had a open view of you. They gawked, whistled, and even took second and third glances while walking by. You began to feel like a rabbit in an open field. While Ignoring the male bar goers as best as you can. You noticed a figure standing 10 feet from you, gaining your full attention. It stood in the back alley of the bar, where the light didn't reach. You couldn't tell who it was or what they were doing, but after you stared for a little while longer. The figure titled its head mockingly. letting you know this wasn't delusion or Texas heat, this was reality.

You tried to swallow down the fear bubbling up, but your dry throat made it impossible. Your hand began to tremble lightly. You knew the hotel was a block and a half away,if you ran. You could try to page someone, but your pager was in friend's missing bag. As you quickly cycled through your mind, you felt hope wash over you. Your fiancé always gave you a switch blade for outings, which you thankfully kept this time. Frantically you began to search for it, feeling on its holster that wrapped around your thigh. Suddenly you heard it, "switch!", your knife being flicked open. Your eyes slowly looked up with dread,watching the figure waving at you with your knife in hand.

Then it all clicked, the only person close enough to take it, was johnny. Refusing to let him get you easy, you nodded at his shadowy figure. And without wasting a second you turned around and took off for the hotel. Last you saw of him; he took off stalking into the wooded area amongst the trees. While you decided to run down the clear sidewalk under the streetlights. You didn't scream, you didn't cry, you saved your energy for running. Your legs felt heavy, feet started to feel numb, and your chest ached from it pounding with each stride. You felt safe following the streetlights and sidewalk, until there were no more. Before you faced the wooded area of a park, an area with no trail, no railing, and no intention of life traversing. You knew by cutting through the park. The hotel would be closer for you to reach.

Hearing branches snap, dry leaves shuffle, and rustling bushes drawing near. you cared nothing for the concept of caution and ran into the wooded area.

If only you were more cautious.

Realizing pretty quickly the area you bravely ran into, turned into a downwards slope. You carefully tried slowly traversing down the slope sideways. Regardless of how careful you were, all footing was quickly lost. under the soft, muddy leaves, and dew-covered grass. With no control of your body, you began to slide down quickly into a full body tumble. Plunging down the slope, for what you felt was 8 feet from the ground. Your back finally collided hard with a tree at the bottom of the uneven slope. The forceful collision caused an audible coughing fit from the pain and exhaustion of your lungs.

"Tsk, what a damn shame... here I thought you were a tough one. I must admit you put up a good effort. None of the other girls ran as fast nor far as you did. Oh! I assure you!" Johnny would crouch down next to his prey and chuckled at your pain. While you laid there pathetically, he took out his harvesting blade. And with a quick snap of his wrist your dress came clean off. Leaving you bare to him and the low rolling night breeze. "You know, I thought your fiancé would have been somewhat smart. Being a cop and all...obviously not a good one. I was on your trail, during every little moment of your trip." His taunts continued. Quickly and clumsily, you tried to collect your tattered dress. Your effort proved to be of little use, with the shredded mess. "Hell, I think I know more about you than he does. Born in New Orleans green eyes like your mother, but sure do have your fathers' spirit." He got up following close as you writhed in pain. Pathetically crawling away from him, attempting to hide your naked frame from his gaze. He observed how weak you became, relying on all of strength left in your fingertips and arms. Johnny cruelly pressed his foot against your injured and bruised back. Stopping all pathetic attempts then and there.

While you laid there it became painfully clear, that you were dealing with a psychopath. A handsome face, scars excused as the marks of a hard-working farm hand. Staring you excused as shyness, every red flag you foolishly excused for your friend's happiness. Realizing what he was, you devised your survival plan. They say killers hate rejection.so you'll accept every kiss,every touch, even fall in love if needed be; you were going to live.

He suddenly took his foot off your back, his footsteps growing faint, yet petrifingly close. Snatching this opportune time, you continued to crawl away. He watched you from afar, with a assumed expression. Spending your time crawling to nowhere, johnny patiently bided his time. For the warm orange flame flickering under his eyes, was just picking up. So caught up in your hopeful efforts, and devising your plan. you missed the lingering trail of smoke. You carelessly disregarded every firey sign of inpending torture, and you were going to pay for it dearly.

"oh no? leaving already?" johnny's tone was filled with mocking empathy. No matter how hard you tried, your effort didn't get you far. With a few steps, Johhny was above you again. Once again his smothering foot met your back. leaning down, he purposely put his weight onto your weak back. "Boy, aren't you a sweet sight? I'd hate for you to run off one day, but if you do. let's make sure a kind soul can bring you back home.". His words were purposely vague, he could feel the confusion swirling and sinking heavy in your stomach. In his hand held a brass "J" branding iron, that your poor eyes didnt notice.

A harsh stinging slap to your ass, caused your body to jolt forward under Johhny's boot. your teeth gritted in pain, as it eased into a stressed exhale. only a second of peace was given to you, before your eyes widen with hot tears. Burning heat plunged into the flesh of your hip, seeping down to the bone. As the sensation raised up to your chest, your mouth opened to let out a shrill agonizing scream. before it could ring through the night air, Johnny's hand met your mouth. Quickly choking out your heart-rendering cries. Over stimulated with pain, your body begged for rest. He smirked as your body fell limp, your chest softly heaving with shock.

What have you done to earn this nightmare? you were raised as a church girl. Maybe you partied a bit too hard to be considered devout. But you were still a virgin, attended every sunday service, and treated everyone with love. How were you now prey to the, "bad man" Infront of you?. In your fog, you yearned to look into the eyes of the man towering before you. The night sky and lazy clouds swallowed all light, not a single star nor the moon was shining for you. Deep down without making out his face, you just knew johnny was grinning with hunger. "Hey there! "He suddenly come face to face with you. His hands firmly grasping your wrists. You saw his face clear as day now. The sadistic yet playful smile on his face, coupled with the gentle caressing of your cheek. Brought to you a uneasy sense of comfort.

"Don't cry sweetheart, ill try to make this quick." He closely observed your eyes, for any signs of opposition. you never seen a man nor animal, With such endlessly devoid eyes in your life. Johnny chuckled at your mindless deer in head lights expression. He brought his thumb to you bottom lip, feeling the delicate plush of it. Soft grazes became harsh once he grasped your chin, yanking your head up to his attention. His thumb no longer gently tracing, it now pressed hard against your lip in a rough pinch. Suddenly your haze lifted, you began to realize your position. Your head moving around, taking in your helpless environment.

Your frantic display of fear brought out a deep groan of pleasure out of johnny. The groan trailed off into a deep sadistic chuckle. That almost drowned out the soft bell like sounds of his unbuckling belt. A growl rumbled deep from his chest down to your stomach. He perched himself on your mid-section to stop any attempt of escape, encasing your small frame between his knees. With each squirm you caused his body to rock and grind against you. lighting would strike you down, if you said you didn't like his hard length throbbing against your skin. "Look, look at me!" He snapped at you. Your frightened efforts to not look at him, Slowly wore down his patience. His right hand which held your wrists together. Forced them above your head, he hadn't yet forgotten your wounded hand.

Maliciously his fingertips applied pressure on the fresh cut, the feeling made you swear his fingers were deep in your wound. which made your skin began to crawl with disgust. The Increasing pain caused you to cry out and arch back, in an attempt to get his weight off of you. He allowed you to arch your body, he reveled in how you moved for him. "Oh? Needy, aren't you? For a devout little church girl." He relished in teasing you, while his now bloodied fingertips traveled up your thigh. Finding purchase between your legs. Fingertips running up your thoroughly soaked panties, teasing your covered slit. Although his fingers were now coated in your sweet juice, He desired more from you. Suddenly, johnny's head become lost between your legs. He'd use is teeth to delicately pull your panties to the side, giving his fingertips free range to slowly push into your tight gummy entrance. He made sure to leave a intense fluttering sensation coursing up your spine. He leaned up to you, as you let out a soft moan. He parted his lips as yours did, letting out a pleased groan of his own. He took a moment to relish in your shameless state. Before grabbing the soaked lace mess and greedily ripping it off with little to no effort.

Your eyes widened as you tried to close your legs, hiding yourself as best as you could. "Oh sweetheart, don't tell me you don't want me to fuck you? With how wet you are?" His bare calloused hands gripped your thighs bruisingly tight, no longer caring what you do with your hands. Impatiently yanking your body down to meet his hips. His length throbbing against your pussy, as it radiated your heat covering his shaft with your slick. "I hate to tell you, but I have to fuck you now, since you begged and all" before you could even plea for him to stop or fight back. The air was taken out of your lungs, as you moaned out. Hot tears welled in your eyes. He pulled you down forcefully flush onto his cock, not caring you were unexperienced.

You watched his wild ravenous grin, as the strength of his hips made each thrust deeper and rougher than the last. He loved watching the tears roll from your eyes. Mesmerized by your moaning lips begging for his kiss. Johnny figured he'd give you this one kindness. Your soft moans would be choked out from you, as his large hand gripped your neck firmly. Bringing your needy lips to his, he gave you the passionate kiss you oh so desired. You found yourself running your fingers through his hair, which he hated. He began to smirk through the kiss and rewarded you with a keen vengeful bite to your bottom lip.

Your sweet blood, lingered on his tongue like liquor. Bringing him to a high, his thrusts grew needy and cruel. He lost himself, in the taste of you. Once he broke the kiss, you looked on at his shark like eyes in horror. Before you knew it, his hungry lips now wandered to your shoulder. A radiating source of your intoxicating perfume. Soft Fuzzy static began over take his mind, he knew what he wanted. And couldn't control his primal instincts. His body tensed, his muscles flexed and hardened, face buried deep into your neck hiding his internal struggle. He'd let out a animalistic grunt, a hopeless warning for you. A blood chilling scream rang from your weak throat. Johnny hungrily sunk teeth deep into your flesh. His mind now completely flooded with the roaring static. hearing your cries and french curses, faintly in the back of his mind.

"Fuuck!" johnny pulled himself out of his haze, his gaze darting to his left hand. Realizing he unknowingly took his knife out during the fog. Begrudgingly, he pushed his knife away from your body. Resisting the strong urge to kill you, atleast not yet. Instead he began to take in the sight of you. A broken mess, panting like a well fucked whore. He'd steady his position with his hand besides your head, now resting his weight on his arm. A frustrated whine echoed from your chest, demanding release. He felt your tight little pussy clench around him, your body ready to cum without his permission. His eyes glared deep into yours, his thrusts now mercilessly deep. greeting the very depths of you, abusing your cervix with his controlling strength. "You tight greedy whore-" He grunted, as you defiantly closed your thighs. Johnny smirked and decided not to go easy anymore. he pressed your thighs back against your chest. Thrusts bottoming out, as your core now ached against the girth of his length.

"J-...Johnny!" With the needy moan of his name. You finally broke, cumming on his thick punishing length. You began to tremble, as the wave rode through your body. You sweet inexperienced doll, you thought once you came it was over, not just yet. you began to stare down at the mess of your bodies, you watched as his cock stroked in and out of your gushing mess of a pussy. Mercilessly pumping out your cream, while your aching pussy wrapped around tight. carelessly you dared to drag your fingertips down his sweat covered torso, down to the base of his working cock. Luckily, he was too high off the feeling of his rushing edge, to punish your touch. His body pressed heavily on yours, he savored each sound your crying, messy body made. His body soon raised up again, his leaning head back getting a full view of you. Eyes sitting low, while his tounge wolfishly licked the dried blood off his smirking lips. You felt his fingertips digging deep into the plush of your ass. Which gave into his wake, bloody scratches and crescents from his nails adorning your ass.

"Take it! Take it!" His voice dripped with a carnal venom. His pace now sloppy against the twitch of his cock. Each twitch reminded him of how defiantly tight you were, not allowing him to stretch you even a centimeter more without a challenge. With a satisfied deep hiss, he claimed you. Filling your assaulted cunt with his hot thick seed. You panted with relief , Your body lightly trembled with each breath you took, until your nerves eased for him.

"Oh? sweet as a kitten now, aren't you?" he lazily pulled his satisfied cock out of you. He chuckled at your sweet face, before turning his attention to fixing himself up. Somewhere you found the strength to pull yourself up, weakly sitting on your tired knees. You began to admire the shape of his face, eyes tracing each scar, your chest fluttered at the mere presence of him. He didn't know what he was going to do with you, let alone a child. But that was the price to pay, he planned on selfishly keeping you as long as he could. His strong arms, carefully wrapped around your chest. Pulling you into his arms, practically cradling you like a feral kitten. "It's time to bring my prized catch home."

CHAPTER 1 END

Chapter 2 preview:

"Do you remember?"

Your eyes fluttered open, to the familiar melody. The upbeat romantic song that played during your wedding, bringing you a warm feeling of safety. The safety you cherished when you were finally found,finally free. But it was strange, your lazy eyes caught the time. 3:15 am, why would he play this so late?

"Do you remember how it all began?"

You remember your husband's disappointed confusion at his broken record player. Which now played eerily off key, deep and slow. Why would he play music on it now? Lazily your feet shuffled against the carpet. And unexpectedly met the soft rattle of your son's comfort blanket. Now Perplexed, you examined the small bat covered blanket. Abruptly, the flashing blue and white lights of your TV caught your full attention.

"I bet you remember, I bet you remember"

You felt the fear on your fingertips, as they glided against the wooden stair railing. Holding your breath, in a attempt to stop your heart from beating so violently. With each braved stair, your skin crawled with a stabbing chill that only increased. Untill you stopped half way, there he was. Your baby boy, being held by a shadowy stranger.

"Da-da!" The sweet babble from your baby boy, brought you so much dread. He could never piece his babbles into a clear "Pa-pa" or "Da-da", To your husband's dismay. But now sitting on the knee of a stranger, he joyfully rang out his new found word

The stranger leaned down, playfully shaking a teddy bear. While the baby sucked on his knuckles feeling truly entertained. Dark eyes slowly cut from him to you.

"Does mama remember me?" You knew that build, those eyes, and that damned intoxicating southern twang. With no more stairs to stall the inevitable, you now stood in Johnny's open veiw. You watched the corners of his mouth, curl into his signature devilish grin."Well, Hey there sweetheart!"

"Do you remember the time, when we first fell in love?"

#johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter x oc #johnny slaughter #tcm johnny #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm game #tcm smut

[lavishl0ve]

🩸 Johnny Slaughter x Fem Reader 🩸

!disclaimer!

I love Johnny and he low-key inspired me to write something. This is my first “fic” and is a decent length (lol), if y’all are interested in the full story please lmk!! (btw nothing spicy in this first part- sorry 😔) Thank and enjoy.💋💋

Part 1: The Cellar

Oh God, stay quiet… I silence my whimpers pushing my hand against my mouth as I watch the skinned face wearing man run around frantically. Each rev of his chainsaw had made me flinch. I slowly shift myself in the shadows hoping to avoid detection, the tall grass covering my view. The sky is painted with tones of tangerine complimented by flesh-colors. The longer time seems to pass the more I seem unable to move. I take a deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut hoping to escape reality, the darkness only paints pictures in my head. Julie. Hanging on that meat hook in that red room. I suddenly feel a wetness dripping down my cheek. We didn't deserve any of this, especially not her and God knows where the others are. I just hope they're safe. The others. I have to do this for them, I have to escape. Adrenaline seems to rush through me, I peek my head above the grass searching around hoping for a clear shot. No sign of them. I slowly ascend and sneak towards what seems to be the closest exit. I dive back into a patch of grass as I hear the sound of the chainsaw approaching again. The sounds accompanied with female screams… Ana’s screams. My body makes its own decision and suddenly I flee from the grass patch running towards the gated fence, the sky darkening. Keep running Y/N. Just keep running. Tears blur my vision as the scream becomes distant for each pace I run. I shouldn't, I can't help doing so, only hoping to confirm reality. I look behind my shoulder, that man drilling the chainsaw through her abdomen, her blue tank top now red. Stained with her own blood. I run faster but can't help to look away. A loud snap erupts from beneath me; fire engulfs my right leg and I trip over. My ankle caught in some bone contraption it had cut deep, deep enough to see tissue. That man sensed the sound, revving up his stalled chainsaw, I look back panicking and quickening my pace to release myself. The pain is horrific. Blood drips into my shoes and I limp towards that gate. No. The faint symbol of a red padlock is tightened around the gate. I won't make it. I scream out in pain hoping for the slightest bit of hope. A deteriorating wooden barn. Maybe I can hide there. I shift my direction pulling my leg along with me as that man approaches. I ran through the large doors, the barn still in darkness. I looked behind again, that man hadn't been able to squeeze through the crawl space I shimmied through. I have distance. I’ll be okay. I face forward and crash into a hard surface. I fall back onto the floor and my vision blurs. Blood rushing to my brain, fumbling the noise around me, the chainsaw re-approaching and the laugh of a man in front of me, faint footsteps walk toward me, the orange hues of the sky paint out his features. My vision is blurry, I can only map out his sleeveless tank top, and his slicked hair…? He grips a knife in his right hand. He crouches down his arms wrapping around my waist. I groan out in pain. His hard chest instituted a throbbing headache, my head pounding. He leans forward toward my face.

“Oh, I’m keeping you.” The man growls.

Then with a effortless hurl he throws me over his shoulder. My sight goes foggy. I can’t lose consciousness now. Stay awake. With each step the man takes his shoulder digs deeper into my stomach. I can't seem to stay awake. No need to fight back anymore. This is my fate.

“S’okay, I got er’ boy.” The man says, “Put that chainsaw to use. Find the other one.”

A low moan had replied from the man with the chainsaw, like an agreement. Wait- the other one…? Leland! He’s still alive! I cry out, putting each ounce of strength into my punches trying to knock myself down from the man's shoulder.

“No need to fight me on this Darlin’. You’ll just make it harder for yourself.” He remarks.

I grunt still trying to fight back. I’ve done no damage to anything but myself. I feel my energy slip away along with my consciousness…

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I awaken to the cold beneath me, I sit on the wet concrete ground. My vision clears, I look above, my wrists had been tied to the wall. I pull against the rope hoping to loosen them. I feel my blood circulation cutting off, my hands are numbing. It’s too tight and I can't seem to make any wiggle room. I look around hoping for some sort of tool I can use. Nothing. The cell just contains a worn-out mattress. Just great. I crawl over on the mattress hoping it’ll bring me more comfort than the cold floor. It’s better…I guess. I sit in silence, my head against the stone wall for what feels like an eternity. I fumble with my shirt. My shirt- it’s different. Damn. That outfit I had on was my favorite. Now I’m stuck in this worn out oversized black shirt. Realization had hit me, they changed my clothes, had that man undressed me? Shivers ran through my veins; I disregard the thought. Suddenly a woman skips in front of my cell giggling whilst peeking through. I hadn’t heard her approach.

“Aww, you’se caught yourself an aw’fully purty one.” The woman remarked.

She dragged her razor blade along the iron bars making a scraping sound, hitting each bar. Laughing mockingly.

“Leave the girl alone Sissy.” The man approached.

The same man from earlier had stood next to the woman supposedly named Sissy. He jumbled his keys, standing in front of the lock for the cellar.

“Ain’tcha got things to do??” The man says sternly.

“You ain’t no fun Johnny.” She replies, clicking her tongue and walking away.

Johnny inserts the key into the lock, twisting it and sliding the cell door open. Then closes it behind him. I find myself backing against the corner, the cold shooting through my spine once my bottom contacts with the cold floor again. Johnny turns around, walks over toward the mattress and sits down, his arms resting on his knees. I sat a few inches away from him. Completely defenseless. He shifts his head toward the left a bit, enough only so he could see me. I stare down at the ground avoiding eye contact. He analyzes me for a while. Complete silence.

“You can look at me y’know?” He breaks the silence.

I feel tears dwelling in my eyes, “What do you want?”

“Ain’t no need to be cryin’ sweetheart, ‘m not gonna hurt ya’...” He trails off.

He removes some sort of compact tin from his jean pocket, following a roll of gauze...? He places them on the mattress and gestures to my leg where I’d been caught. It takes me a moment to realize what he’s motioning towards. I look down and realize my leg has been wrapped up. I gasp slightly, surprised he wouldn't have just let me rot. I scoot forward slowly allowing him to have access to my ankle, I watch slowly as he unwraps the bandage trying to see the damage that was done. I hiss once the cold air touches the wound.

“Those damn traps he be makin’,” he laughs shaking his head, “Work a lil’ too well.”

Johnny then grabs the tin container from his side, it contains some sort of topical cream. He rubs two fingers into the paste and rubs it over the wound.

“Ah-” I groan in pain. The topical stinging my cut.

“You’se all right sweetheart.” He reassures me.

I shut my eyes, furrowing my brows waiting for the stinging to be over. I can feel the gauze wrapping lightly around my ankle. For a man that had brought me and held me captive in their basement Johnny's surprisingly gentle. I can't tell why but, I find myself ease around him a bit.

“Johnny-” I speak,

He looks up at me inquisitive, like I said something wrong. He raises his eyebrows, waiting.

“...why are you helping me?”

He chuckles to himself; a piece of his hair drops in front of his face.

“Can’t have our food spoiled now, can we?” He looks up.

My eyes widen at his response, I try and jerk my leg away, but his grip stays firm, his calloused hands keeping me from backing away.

“I was jokin’.”

He finishes tying up the gauze and rises to his feet. He leaves, re-locking the cell door. And then again, I’m left in the cell waiting, thinking. I try to stand seeing where I am, yet can’t reach the front of the cell, my wrists beginning to burn from all the tugging on the rope. I stop, throwing myself on the rough mattress. My dreams ought to be better than this place, right?

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#johnny tcm #tcm #johnny x reader #johnny slaughter #johnny slaughter x reader #tcm x reader #leland tcm #tcm game #johnny sawyer #johnny sawyer x reader #fanfic #x reader #julie tcm #ana tcm

[bunniekittiee]

Hi!! Do you think you could possibly do some hcs for sissy x fem! reader? Fluff, angst, anything you'd like!

Gotcha! I’ll do fluffy/angsty headcanons because I don’t think there’s a lot of that for Sissy! Also this is really my first time writing for fem x fem so I’m trying lol

Sissy x Fem. Reader

Sissy has always been a ‘hippie’ at heart. She’s always wanted to be adventurous and free.

When running around with the Manson Cult, as she stayed there the longest, she experienced her many shares of male and female sexual partners.

So she doesn’t deny anyone because of gender or race. She’s free, she is happy with whoever.

When Sissy lays eyes on her, she knows that’s who she wants. That’s the girl she wants to take home to the family. Maybe even get her to work with the family.

Sissy is a daydreamer, and after meeting her, Sissy daydreams about her frequently.

She hoped that Johnny wouldn’t sink his teeth into her. He always got the girls he wanted, and she wanted this one for herself.

She would just have to beat him to the punch. And she did.

Sissy was v nice, she was warm and welcoming to her and that reeled her in.

Despite Sissy being sweet, she still has her blood thirsty tendencies.

And like the Slaughters/Sawyers, Sissy cannot convey her feelings in a healthy way, so she will kidnap the woman she’s interested in.

She’s not as mean as Johnny, but if she defies Sissy or isn’t open to being with her, Sissy will get angry and inflict pain.

That’s the only way she really knows how to convey her anger properly.

But Sissy will apologize, whether she means it or not is a mystery. She can be sincere, it really depends.

She’s affectionate, she will clean up her s/o while they’re tied up and bathe them, she will clothe them in clean clothes, she will try to feed them even if they rejected it.

She cared more than Johnny or the twins would for their s/o’s.

Once Stockholm Syndrome sets in, she is glad to see how stuck to the hip her girlfriend is.

She always follows Sissy around even if she’s doing chores or working on a few things. Sissy is happy as she likes to be in the presence of her girlfriend.

It makes her feel more connected and she likes that feeling.

Taunts Johnny when he eyeballs them and he sulks off. He was supposed to get the pretty ones, not Sissy.

Sissy thinks it’s funny.

When her s/o’s period starts, Sissy pampers her. She sympathizes how painful it can be, so she’s more than willing to help.

As long as she repays the effort back to Sissy when she doesn’t feel well. If she doesn’t, there will be consequences.

Arguments are not often, but when they happen, they can be scary.

Sissy will threaten her girlfriend with a knife or whatever is near that can kill her when it’s bad. She will get in her s/o’s face and is not afraid to fight it out.

Yes, she may be more sympathetic and loving than the others (besides Bubba ofc), but she is still a little unhinged.

She will hurt her girlfriend when she’s angry and afterwards, she may or may not feel bad about it. She will take care of the wound, but that’s not safe to say she feels bad.

It really just depends.

Sissy will stick up for her girlfriend if Nancy or Drayton gives her shit. She doesn’t really care for Nancy, and Drayton is just a mean old bastard.

No one will be mean to her lover, not even Johnny.

Sissy will fight Johnny for her s/o and even if she gets hurt, she doesn’t care. She was fighting for what’s hers.

The Slaughters and Sawyers do not like to share what’s theirs.

Sissy may still have murderous tendencies, but she can genuinely love another person romantically.

She just shows it in her own ways.

#texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw game #tcm sissy #tcm johnny #tcm bubba #sissy sawyer #sissy slaughter #sissy tcm

[mikalenxox]

I’ve been wanting to write X reader things for a while but I haven’t gotten enough like notice and or motivation but I’m gonna make a post on what and who I write for!!

Who I write for -

Johnny slaughter

bubba sayer

creepypasta (any of them!)

Genshin impact (any characters that aren’t a minor, male or female)

fnaf (any characters that aren’t minors)

slashers

teen titans

The group chat

friends

red dead redemption (male or female)

South Park (male or female)

hunger games

shameless (male or female)

what I will write -

nsfw and sfw

fluff

angst

Headcannons

romantic

platonic

what I will not write for -

non - con/rape

incest

Pedophilia

any smut that involes minors (like minor x minor smut)

zoophilia

bestiality

smut with dead bodies 💀

daddy/mommy kinks

golden shower/shit kink

knife play

breathe play

period sex

blood play

Again I am new to writing so I’ll probably either update this or make a newer one! But feel free to request things by leaving me a message in my inbox! (Reposts are appreciated)<3

#new writer boost #signal boost #johnny slaughter x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #genshin impact x reader #slasher x reader #creepypasta x reader #fnaf x reader #billy loomis x reader #teen titans x reader #south park x reader #red dead redemption two

[struckd0wn]

❝𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.❞

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑

Overwatch

Cole Cassidy, Genji Shimada, Hanzo Shimada, Junker Queen "Odessa Stone", Junkrat "Jamison Fawkes", Ramattra, Reaper "Gabriel Rayes", Zenyatta

COD MWII

Ghost, Konig, John Price, Alejandro

Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy (re2 remake, re4 remake), Carlos Oliveira (re3 remake), Heisenberg

Valorant

Chamber, Harbor, Sova, Cypher, Gekko, Omen

Horror/Slasher

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Ghostface (Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Billy & Stu (poly), Ethan Landry), Johnny Slaughter, Bubba Slaughter, Hannibal Lester (tv series), Will Graham, Brahms, Pyramid head, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Spiderman

Miguel O'Hara, Harry Osborn

The Batman 2022

Bruce Wayne

MK1/MK11

Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Smoke, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Raiden, Kung Lao, Syzoth, Havik, Shang Tsung

𝐃𝐎𝐬

ftm. gn. reader

smut, fluff, angst (I'm not very good at it tho)

sutual pining

bottom reader

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓𝐬

female reader, fem aligned reader

character x character

minor characters

medical stuff (amputee, bad illnesses, ect. )

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓‼️‼️‼️

Any sorta incest, age play, sexual abuse, pedophilia, piss, scat, ddlg/ddlb, feeder, ect.

(ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 𝔸𝕊𝕂 𝕀𝔽 𝕐𝕆𝕌'ℝ𝔼 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕊𝕌ℝ𝔼 𝕆𝔽 𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾)

𝐃𝐍𝐈

minors, any isms or ists

Female readers can interact with gn content, please DNI with trans/ftm reader content

#who i write for

[urfavenarrator]

COMMISSIONS:

This is an NWLNW blog, and I will not write Fem reader

CxR and CxC

Note: it can takes me about 2-4 days to write fanfic because of work and it can be longer if I already have other requests. Also any minors I have on my commission page will be aged up to +18, I do write for female charecter but I do not write X Fem reader

Note 2: if it's not on here feel free to ask and please feel free to add every detail you want; it's your request I won't judge but I will publicly kink shame you

Will do's:

MLM

T4T

NbLM

NSFW

BDSM

Exhibitionism

Dirty talk

Humiliation

Wax play

Stigmatophilia

Ropework

Knife Play

Degradation kink

Praise kink

Impact play

Auralism

Exhibitionism

Body worship

Oral fixation

Asphyxiation

Deapthroating

Overstim

Edging

Muscle worship

Masks

Pillow princess/prince

Face fucking

Cockwarming

Toys

Brat taming

Forecd in to submission

Breeding

Smuff

Comfort sex

Monster fucking/loving

SFW+Random

Age gap (both parties must be adults)

Age ups

Au's

Hurt/comfort

Angst

Fluff

Charecter x reader

Charecter x Charecter

Mental age regression

Won't do's:

Underage

FEM READER

Certain kinks

Furries

Beastiality

Insest

People from ohio

Rape

Fandoms:

TWD(show)

Daryl Dixion

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Negan Smith

Enid

Connie

Rosita

Ron Anderson

TlOU(game + HBO)

Joel Miller

Tess Servopoulos

Ellie Williams

Tommy Miller

Apex legends

Everyone (except pathfinder)

Overwatch

Everyone (except Hammon???, and winston)

Cod

Ghost

Soap

Valerie

Price

Graves

Rudy

König

Horangi

Nikto

Rainbow six

Everyone

A way out

Leo

Vincent

DbD

All survivors

All killers(except Victor and Pinhead)

The thing

R.J.

Windows

Sam

TCM

Bubba sawyer

Nubbins sawyer

Johnny sawyer(slaughter?)

L.G McPeters

Sissy sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Slashers

Michael myers

Billy Loomis

Stu matcher

Braums

Jason

Mortal kombat

Reptile

Johnny cage

Kenshi

Subzero(bi-han)

Subzero(kuai liang)

Scorpion(kuai liang)

Smoke

Baraka

Kitana

Mileena

Sheeva

Resident evil

Leon

Chris

Clair

Carlos

Jill

Ashley

Luis

Rebecca

Wesker

Ada

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[manuscrypts]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒜 𝐵𝐿𝒪𝒪𝒟𝒴 𝑅𝐸𝒰𝒩𝐼𝒪𝒩 — j.slaughter

word count ; 5k

warnings / tags ; MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DNI, fem!reader, VERY DARK CONTENT, murder, heavy non-con to dub-con, light stalking, minor knife play (?), blood play, forced to fuck in ur boyfriends blood, typical johnny slaughter things, biting, fingering, oral (f!recieving), p in v sex, johnny threatening you, mentions of kidnapping + more murder, kinda dead dove do not eat.

authors note ; ok I wrote this at 5am feverishly, so there will probably be a lot of errors and it’s a bit rushed, but shirtless johnny has had me in a chokehold and I’ve been THINKING so I had to scribble something down — I swear I’ll do better next time 🤍

  the heat haze shimmered above the road as you and your boyfriend continued to drive in the rust bucket of a car, which had practically become an oven. the smell of the leather seats mixed with the intense heat and long journey was enough to make you nearly throw up. your only saving grace was a little hand fan your grams gave you as a kid, and the occasional breeze that came through the window when the car could manage to go faster than 20mph. 

  you and your boyfriend were heading to dallas for a weekend away together, taking his fathers rusty old car that had started making a weird sound and smelt of burning about half way into the journey. you got lost at least three times, and of course your boyfriend blamed it on you because you had the map, and not the fact he just wouldn’t listen to you and take the directions you were giving him.

 “look, there’s a mechanics there, we should pull over and see if it’s anything important.” your boyfriend spoke in the most annoyed, yet monotone voice he could, not even sparing you a glance.

 “oh great, stay in this backwards little town that I’m pretty sure neither of us have heard of, sure that’ll be great.” you retorted, folding your arms and looking out the window to the streets you were driving through.

 “just shut up and wait here.”

 you glared at him as he got out and slammed the car door as loud as he possibly could, shaking the car side to side and managing to get the attention of the mechanic working in the garage just ahead. you didn’t even bother looking at him while he was talking away inside, instead you got out the car and headed to the little store just a few buildings down.

 “heya, darlin’.” the shopkeeper chirped up from the seat behind the counter, his feet propped up on the glass top as he read the newspaper.

 you spared him a polite smile and went straight to the refrigerator toward the back of the store, grabbing a bottle of water and sighing in relief at the cool air that hit you as soon as the door opened. the shop was pretty small, paint peeling from the walls and the door, posters all over that were a couple years past whatever they were advertising, and the cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air — presumably from the rugged looking man behind the counter.

you decided to grab a few more drinks and some snacks for yourself before making your way to the counter, not bothering to buy anything your partner liked. 

 “is that all, darlin’?” the cashier stood up and tapped away at the till, counting up all the things you bought for yourself.

 before you could reply, you saw a stack of newspapers at the side of the counter, big bold letters on the front reading “another teenager missing—” and you couldn’t read the rest from it being folded over.

 “oh that’s some nasty business, that is…” the man behind the till spoke in a thick southern accent, noticing how you were looking at the papers, “whole bunch of ‘em gone missing recently, search parties ain’t turnin up nothing, I bet they all dead by now…”

 “oh wow…” you grimaced a little to yourself, “sounds like it’s quite a big issue round here.”

 “yeah, like we say it been happenin’ awhile now, was one at a time then a few of them seemed to disappear. cops say there ain’t no way of knowin’ if they went missin’ round here, but everyone knows they did.”

 you politely put a paper on the top of your other things and he nodded, placing it neatly into the bag he packed some of your stuff into already, “you be careful out there, darlin’, ain’t no safe place nowadays.”

 “I will, thank you.” you gave him another smile and took your bag from the counter, you stopped just shy of the front door, “you wouldn’t happen to know if there’s a motel or somewhere to stay round here, would you?”

 “oh sure thing, there’s a motel ‘bout mile and a half up the road, ain’t nothing too fancy but it’s a roof over your head.”

 “thank you.” you grinned and let the door swing shut behind you while you reached into your bag to find your water, the little bell on the top of the door ringing out as you left.

 “oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” you yelped as you walked into something solid.

 “it’s alright, darlin’, you all good?” the deep voice spoke out from above you, his firm grip on your elbow to balance you.

 you looked up to him with doe eyes, a heat rising up your face as you looked at his ruggedly handsome face. your eyes tracing across the scar that ran across his head, then down his jawline before quickly coming to your senses.

 “I’m so sorry, I should really watch where I’m going, I was just trying to grab my water…” you spoke sheepishly, strangely embarrassed that you hadn’t been paying any attention and walked into someone that looked like him.

 before the man could even reply to you, you heard a familiar voice shouting at you from across the road, the anger in his voice very apparent.

 “where the hell did you go? didn’t I tell you to wait in the car? I was worried sick.” your boyfriend stormed across the road without even looking to see if there were any cars or anything, “what the hell were you doing?”

 “hey, do we have an issue here?” the man you just met spoke up, moving to stand in front of you, he crossed his arms across his broad chest and glared at your partner to the point you could see how uncomfortable he was becoming with the stranger looking at him. 

 he was taller than your boyfriend by quite a bit, more muscular too, he had a deeper voice, better hair…honestly he was better in nearly every way. a wave of guilt washed over you pretty quickly after thinking that, you should be defending your boyfriend and not lusting over another man, but you couldn’t help it — after the day you’d had with your partner treating you the way he did, you thought it fair to think another man was attractive — it’s not like you were going to act on it or even see this man again after today.

 “oh no, don’t worry, he’s my boyfriend, he was just over at the mechanics up there and I went to get some snack without saying anything,” you chirped up from behind the stranger, tiptoeing around him to get closer to your partner, “you know with all the stuff happening around here, it was a silly thing for me to just wander off without saying anything, especially in a strange town.”

 “alright…” the strange man paused and then frowned slightly but nodded, giving you a slight wave as he turned and walked into the store you just left.

 “who the hell was that?” your significant other muttered as he began walking away up the road, dragging your suitcase behind him. 

 you opened your mouth to answer him but before you could even get a word out your boyfriend spoke up again, “doesn’t matter. the cars gonna be in here for the rest of the day, said it’d be fixed tomorrow, noon by latest. motels not too far up the road so we’ll just stay there for the night and then we can get the hell out of here.”

 you sauntered behind, not even bothering to give him an answer, instead you just rolled your eyes and admired the way the sunset cast a beautiful orange hue across the fields in the distance. the entire walk to the motel had you thinking about the man you bumped into and the headline of the newspaper that was in your carrier bag from the store.

 a chill ran across the back of your neck just at the thought of all those poor kids who’d gone missing, and you wondered if they were all dead just like the shopkeeper had said they were. it was weird that it seemingly kept happening and the police didn’t seem any closer to catching the perpetrators, because you knew it had been going on for a while — but then again, what use were the cops anyway?

 “looks like the motels just up here”, the voice pulled you from your thoughts and you looked up to see the large building with a big sign outside with “MOTEL” written on it.

 “what gave it away?” you chucked to yourself, ignoring the annoyed sigh that you got in response.

 “give me a second and I’ll go check us in for the night.”

 “alright.” you grabbed your carrier and suitcase from him, and he kept hold of his own bag as he walked to the front desk.

 you stood outside for a couple of minutes, having the uneasy feeling that you were being watched from somewhere, but there was no one else but you around for what seemed like a good way away. your eyes darted back and forth along the long stretch of road, looking into the trees that lined it, but it was too dark already to see anything if it were stood there stalking you. 

 “hey, got the key, come on.”

 you followed close behind as your boyfriend guided you to your room on the second floor, once you stepped in you looked around with a bit of contempt. it was far from perfect, honestly it looked a little grimy and dusty, but it was a roof over your head for the night like the shopkeeper said to you. 

 you threw your bags down at the small table and chairs that were in front of the window, locking and latching the door shut behind you. you peeped out the curtains and looked back down to where you were just stood, scanning intently for a sign of anyone else but there wasn’t, the only thing that seemed to be moving were a few birds fighting for some scraps on the side of the road. 

 “you got nothing I like?” he grumbled as he scrounged through the bag you got from the store.

 “nope, if you want something then you should go get it yourself.”

 he mumbled something under his breath as he stood back up, grabbing his jacket from the bottom of the bed and storming towards the door. the mood he was in was foul, you could practically feel it in the air and you just wanted him out of the room for a little while. you both needed some time alone to cool off, and as much as part of you wanted to ask him to get himself a seperate room, you were too scared to spend the night alone here. 

 “lock the door behind you, I want to go have a shower.”

 he didn’t even reply to you as he slammed the door behind himself, but still you heard him lock it behind himself just like you requested.

 you took your light jacket off and threw it over the back of one of the wooden chairs with a grumble, as you did your coat caught the bag you got from the store and made the newspaper fall to the floor. you bent down to pick it up with annoyance and then sat down, unfolding it and reading the headline in full — “another teenager missing in newt, ninth person missing in the last four months.”

 “holy—” you whispered to yourself in shock, your eyes looking at the picture of the long haired young man on the front, your heart feeling heavy just from looking at it.

 you read a little of the article, it talked about when it first started and when each disappearance happened, and how little they knew about anything. there had been a lot of search parties in the county and the surrounding ones too, but there was never any luck. from what it seemed, it was like all those people just up and vanished into thin air, the police had nothing and there were no witnesses. apparently it caused a lot of ruckus within the town, lots of meetings held in the town hall and people trying to come up with their own solutions rather than relying on the police to do anything. 

 you threw the paper onto the table and shook your head, an uneasy feeling creeping into your entire soul, you wanted out of this place — you wished you could have stopped in any other town than this one, why did it have to be this one? 

 “god, I hope he’s okay…” you thought out loud to yourself as you stood, suddenly worried about your boyfriend being out there all alone.

 you ran your hands up through your hair and let out another sigh, deciding it best to take that shower you said you would, hopefully washing the day away would make you feel any better than you did now. you grabbed a few things from your suitcase and bag and took them into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind yourself — double and triple checking it was locked before placing your things down and turning on the shower.

 you undressed and kicked your clothes to the chair that was next to the door, and stood with your hand under the water, waiting for it to heat up, yet it only seemed to get to just under lukewarm before not getting any hotter. it didn’t really bother you, you were in need of a cold shower to wash away the grime of the hot summer's day, but you’d still have liked a little heat to the water.

 you stood under the shower head for a good while before washing your hair and body, reaching out the shower to grab your shampoo from the side of the sink. just as you did you finally heard your boyfriend return, and you smiled to yourself, just happy he was safe.

 “hey, sweetie,” you called out from the shower but it didn’t seem like he heard you, instead you heard the tv turn on and you rolled your eyes.

 you knew he was probably still in a mood with you, and it didn’t surprise you in the slightest — he was always one to hold a grudge, if you didn’t apologise then you swear he’d go weeks without talking to you, just to spite you. he was stubborn and argumentative, but he could be sweet and caring, and even though some of your friends hated him, you loved him. he never really showed the better side of himself to other people, but when it came to you, he’d do anything — even if it drove him up the wall crazy. 

 the water switched off with a squeak and you carefully stepped out, wrapping your towel tightly around you before moving in front of the sink and looking into the mirror. you made quick work of brushing your teeth and squeezing the water out of your hair, then you did your usual nighttime routine to get it out of the way sooner rather than later.

 “hey listen, I’m sorry about earlier,” you stepped out of the bathroom into the dark bedroom and switched the light off behind you.

 just as your eyes adjust to the light difference, a large hand slammed over your mouth from behind, and then you felt the cool sensation of metal pressing up against your throat. you cried out from behind the hand as you saw your boyfriend splayed out on the bottom of the bed, his blood soaking into the covers and spilling onto the floor, throat cut ear to ear to the point you swear he was nearly decapitated completely.

 “don’t make a sound, okay, sweetheart? otherwise you gonna end up like that annoying boyfriend of yours.” the voice was familiar, deep, southern.

 your eyes widened, blurred from the tears pouring from them. it was the man from earlier, the one you walked into outside of the store. was he annoyed to bumped into him or that your boyfriend seemed to mouth off at him?

 a million thoughts ran through your head in an instant, you didn’t even notice the hand move away from your mouth until the figure slowly walked around you and stood in front of you, his knife trailing along your throat at the same time.

 “you… you’re from the store—“ you could barely spit your words out coherently through your sobbing, not being able to take your eyes away from the pools of blood trickling down the sheets. 

 “hey, you remembered me? that makes me feel real special…” he laughed, the tip of the blade tracing a light line down the middle of your chest and stopping at the top of your towel.

 “I’m sorry for walking into you, I swear I didn’t mean it, I was just—“

 “sweetheart, I don’t care about that, I ain’t that sensitive.”

 he placed the blade under your chin and forced you to look up at him, he wanted all your attention and he’d make sure you gave him it. you didn’t know what to say back to him, you weren’t even sure if you should speak.

 your heart was practically beating out of your chest as he stepped forward, backing you up against the bathroom door. you shut your eyes in wait to feel him attack you, but instead you felt his lips against yours — warm and gentle at first, but then he moved with more forced, more hunger.

 you instinctively moved away from the kiss, smacking your head off the door behind you and gasping.

 “I’m sorry, I just…”

 “what’s wrong, sweetness? you’re a single lady, dont be going and worrying on me now,” his tone was mocking as he pushed his knife more firmly against your throat, a warning.

 you couldn’t even speak, you just nodded. you knew what was coming and you knew you couldn’t exactly fight him, he was twice your size and clearly had no issues with killing anyone that didn’t give him what he wanted. you couldn’t look at him though, you felt dirty beyond what a shower could wash away, instead you stayed looking down at your own feet, trying to ignore how much of your boyfriends blood covered the man’s clothes. 

 he leaned down and kissed you again, this time he was a lot rougher, his free hand grabbing at your hip with a painful grip, his body pushing up against yours until there was no wiggle room left. you barely kissed him back, but still enough that he’d recognise you were doing as you were told. 

 he lowered the blade slightly as he forced you toward the bed, a sudden horror coming over you, he wanted to fuck you on that bed. the bed soaked in your boyfriend's blood, pools of it. that’s when a realisation dawned on you, he was the one who made all those people go missing, all those poor teens everyone thought was dead — all those people you know are dead.

 “wait—“ you quickly spun around and faced him, looking up at his face and you could see the anger flash in his eyes, you knew you couldn’t push your luck too much, “at least…at least tell me your name, please.”

 he laughed and gave you a genuine smile, “it’s johnny, baby, why? you wanna know what name you’re gonna end up screamin’?”

 you nodded innocently in hopes to just buy yourself some more time, praying the police would barge through the door and shoot him dead, but you knew it was wishful thinking. he’s a man that’s got away with it for this long, he obviously doesn’t make mistakes, he knows what he’s doing.

 his finger hooked over the top of your towel while you were distracted, he loosened the fold that held it up, and it crumpled to the floor with a quiet little thud.

 “damn.”

 johnny smiled to himself as he carefully dragged the blade from your pubic bone to the bottom of your ribs, his eyes practically fucking every part of your body already. without much thought your hands shot up to cover your body from his gaze, the embarrassment of being naked in front of a stranger immediately making you cower in front of him like a scared puppy. he didn’t even speak as he grabbed your wrists and yanked your hands away from your body, a quiet sadistic chuckle coming from him as he moved closer to you. 

 “you got some body on you…” his mouth ghosted across yours as he moved his lips down to your neck, kissing and suckling at your supple flesh.

 he kept moving forwards until you both fell onto the bed, the sound of the blood squelching under you and you couldn’t help but yelp, to johnny’s amusement.

 it was cold now, the sheets were full and with every movement more blood squished out of them with a sickening wet sound. you couldn’t help but whimper at the idea of it, the way your entire body was covered in blood, how it slashed up on your face and was soaking into your hair — it was enough to make you want to throw up, you squeezed your eyes shut and breathed in and out loudly to try and calm yourself. 

 “hey, open your eyes.” his voice was low, annoyed.

 the knife pressed against your neck enough to pierce the skin, blood trickling from the wound just enough for johnny to run his tongue along it, licking up all the blood with a satisfied hum. 

 “you taste good.” his free hand ran up the inside of your thigh, the blood coating it making it all the easier for him.

 more tears rolled down your cheeks but you didn’t make a sound anymore, instead you were too focused on the way his thumb rubbed rough circles on your clit, his mouth suckling on one of your nipples — it was like he was trying to pleasure you, and some part of you hated that more, you’d rather him just get it over with and hurt you, but it was obvious he didn’t want that — or at least that’s not all he wanted.

 johnny let his mouth move further and further down your body until his mouth replaced his hand. his tongue swirling around in circles across your puffy, sensitive clit, quiet moans coming from him as he relished in the taste of the blood and your slick mixing together so beautifully. you felt sick to your stomach, not because of what he was doing but because you were enjoying it, because his mouth sucking and teasing at your cunt was one of the best things you’d ever felt. your boyfriend rarely went down on you and when he did, it never felt like this.

 you couldn’t help but let out a quiet whimper, your back arching from the bed and coaxing him on even more. his tongue moved with more speed, going between circles on your clit or fucking into your clenching hole.

 “fuck, such a desperate whore,” he smirked to himself as he forced two fingers into you, not even caring whether they were too big for you to handle or not.

 “wait, ah—“ you tried to move back and away from his hand but his other hand gripping at your hip was too strong, you couldn’t move away from him.

 his fingers were buried knuckle deep inside of you, curling and twisting against the deepest spots inside of you, his mouth resuming what it was doing before — and you could feel yourself unravelling like you never had.

 the tears only got worse when you looked to the side, your boyfriend still laid there with his neck slit ear to ear, a horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach as you squeezed your eyes shut. you were disgusting, a horrible human, who in their right mind enjoys getting fucked by a psychopath? one that just killed their lover, one who has you coated in the blood of the person you loved? what the hell had even happened? you had no idea how any of this happened, and your heart broke the more you thought about how he died angry with you, how he died with you angry at him. 

 you were too busy in your own thoughts that you didn’t noticed your orgasm sneaking up on you so quickly, that disgraceful feeling in the pit of your stomach unravelling into something much better, a white hot ball of pleasure, johnny’s name rolling off your tongue like it’s a name you’ve moaned for the last few years.

 he couldn’t take his eyes off you, the way your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled back as he forced you to come on his fingers, the way his name sounded so angelic when it came from your pretty little mouth. he could barely contain himself anymore, his cock almost painful behind the confines of his tight jeans.

 “so… goddamn needy,” he panted as he stripped himself down to nothing, his muscles highlighted by the tv’s flashing pictures at the bottom of the bed. 

 there was something about you that he couldn’t put his finger on, you lured him in from the moment you walked into him. everything about you was perfect, was enticing, you were made for him and he knew it — he knew he had to make you his, and that’s why he followed you and your boyfriend to the motel. he needed to get rid of him and claim you as his own, to fuck you in front of him, but he got too cocky, said somethings johnny didn’t like and he got mad and slit the fuckers throat.

 johnny loomed over you, his big cock teasing up and down your slit, and you couldn’t help but cry. he was too big, bigger than you’ve ever had, and you knew he wouldn’t be gentle with you. he looked down at you with the devil in his eyes, and a smirk on his face, “I’ll give us a little more room, yeah?”

  he kicked to the side and forced your boyfriend's corpse to the floor with a loud wet thud. he laughed to himself as he slid you more into the middle of the bed, more into the pools of blood. he was sick, disgusting…he was getting off on this, all the blood and fucking you in it. 

 as he began to push himself into you, you whimpered at the stretch, “wait, johnny please, too big—“ your hands slapped up and gripped at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin and breaking it. 

 “it’ll fit, don’t worry, just take it.” he licked the blood from your cheek and forced himself deeper into you with a groan, “fuck…shit”

 he relaxed and leaned down, letting his head fall against into the crook of your neck as he got as close to bottoming out in you as he could.

 he loved the blood, he loved fucking you like this, claiming you as his own whether you wanted him to or not, and it was obvious.  you didn’t know whether he wanted you after this, what was going to happen but you needed to live, to fight for your survival, that much you knew — you had to do the things he liked, and it became pretty obvious what that was. 

 it wasn’t exactly hard to enjoy it, the way his hips moved all the way back then slowly pushed back to you, his cock sliding all the way back in again, the tip kissing your cervix surprisingly gentle.

 a pleasurable sigh escaping past your lips as your hands weaved into his hair, dragging his mouth down to meet yours. you opened your legs further to give him more access, and he took that as an invitation to speed up.

 “dirty little slut want more of daddy’s cock?” he muttered in between kisses, his bloody hand resting against your cheek, and covering your face.

 “fuck— m…more please” you couldn’t help yourself, every single atom of self respect had practically left your body with each thrust.

 his cock had stretched you out beyond your limit but you didn’t even care, the pain was part of the pleasure, and the more that his cock hit that spot inside of you, the less you could think straight. cuss words fell from his mouth as he forced two of his fingers into your mouth, and you could see the glimmer of sick satisfaction in his eyes as he made you taste your lover's blood. you could see how much he enjoyed it, so against every fibre of your being, you let your tongue swirl around his digits. you let out a moan and sucked on them, never once letting your eyes leave his.

 and with that one move you send him over the edge, his thrusts became uneven and hard, he was practically feral. he leaned down and slammed his mouth against yours and bit harshly at your bottom lip, making it bleed just so he could taste you again. he moaned into the kiss, blood and spit stringing up to his lips from yours as he leaned up, his cum coating your insides without any care in the world.

 “fuck…” he panted and collapsed down on you, taking a moment to catch his breath.

 when he moved back it didn’t take him two seconds to replace his cock with his fingers, forcing you to keep his cum inside your aching cunt.

 you could feel how heavy your eyes were getting, the mix of traveling all day, crying, and being brutally fucked had took it out of you. every single muscle in your body ached, you didn’t even think it was possible to be as tired as you were right now.

 “that’s it baby, don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you, I’m keepin’ you.”

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— “ 𝐈𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚. ” | Johnny Slaughter x Female Reader.

Oneshot. You and Johnny have a fun time in his shed, making a hot afternoon even hotter.

Notes. English isn't my native language so typos and grammar issues are likely.

Warnings. This fic is nsfw, minors dni please. Arranged marriage and wife reader, canon gore and cannibalism mentioned.

Enjoy. I hope you enjoy the content. Much love, Cherry. 🍒

It was another hot Texan afternoon, the sun shining through the yard of the family's other house- Black Nancy's house. That house was now a home to you, being picked up by her to stay with them as Johnny's wife. You made some iced tea, offering a cup to Nancy- as she sat in the living room sewing some of the clothes that needed a repair. You then grabbed a cup for you and Johnny, heading over to his shed. Knowing his probably working on some of the tools and traps they use for their "meat".

Knocking on his shed door you called out for him: "Johnny? Honey are you in here?" Johnny stopped his work, and yelling a "ye'" out to you and then going to open the door for you. "Hey, brought you some iced tea." You said handing him his cup and sipping out of yours. He grabbed it and started to chug on the cold drink, you just stared at him and he just purposefully finished the drink in your face, "dang hun', was good." He said, "glad you enjoyed it." You answered, offering him your cup as well. He worked so hard in the heat you couldn't help but think of how thirsty he must be. He took it and drank whatever remained of your drink. Handing both empty cups to you, "heya, when you're done with your chores you should come back." Johnny said, followed by a wink and a smack on your ass. "Yess sir." You said, and turned around to take the cups back to the house. Johnny felt himself already hardening to the thought of you.

It didn't take you long to return, you told Nancy that Johnny had asked for and you will be back for the dishes after you assist him, Nancy knew exactly what Johnny wanted from you- but didn't mind as long as her boy was satisfied and his hunts weren't compromised. After all, thats why she had arranged the marriage between the two of you.

Once again you knocked on his shed's door, "hey honey, im back." You said, and the door instantly opened. Johnny didn't say a thing, he simply lifed you up and placed you on his workshop table, kissing down your neck. "Mhhhhh Johnny..." you moaned "yea hun'? You like it huh? You like it when I touch you like this?" He said undoing your bra and tank top. "Yeahhh...." you responded. Your hands holding onto his broad shoulders. He moved to your nipples; kissing, sucking, and twisting them. He played with your breast as you moaned. Then his hands traveled to your shorts and started to unbutton them, yanking them off alongside your panties. His fingers quickly finding their way inside you, "mmm already wet for me huh?" Johnny said pumping his fingers in and out of you. "Yea-yeahh..." you said in between breaths. He started to pull away, his fingers now coated with your juices, he placed them on your lips and you didn't need to be told twice. You sucked on them gently, tasting yourself self, while Johnny used his other hand to remove his pants and boxers. You kissed his fingers as he pulled away, he then pulled you off his workshop table and told you to turn over. You did as he said, leaning over the table. You felt his hand smack your ass, his member pushing its way into you right after. You moaned at the sensation and Johnny didn't hold back, he roughly started to trust in and out until he found the perfect rhythm. He grunted as he felt the relief of being in you, "yeahhh take it, take it." He said thrusting even harder. As he felt that he was getting closer to the edge he pulled out and said "on your knees, now" you got in position and he wasted no time putting his member in you once again, this time fucking your mouth. The sound of you gagging on his length made him feral- and you tried your best to take him all in, he grabbed your hair in one hand, your face in the other and started to fuck you even harder. You gagged and some drool escaped your mouth but Johnny didn't care, he kept on going until he finished. "Show me baby" he said pulling out for the last time, you opened your mouth and showed him his cum he just released in your mouth, "good girl, you can swallow now." He once again ordered you, after swallowing it you open your mouth once more, showing him its empty. He patted your head for a quick moment and told you you were a good girl. He gave you some of your clothing back and then picking up his own, dressing back up. "Well Johnny, you are my man, you'd kill for me, the least I can do is be a good girl to you." You mumbled as you put the last of your clothes on. He turned around, resting his hand on your frame, "danm right I'd kill for you, your mine now Y/N, and no other will have you. Now go on and help ma' with dinner, you'll get to prove me your a good girl again tonight." He wink and let you go. With your cheeks already flustered red from the thought of him fucking you again tonight, you bud your temporary goodbye and made your way back to the house to continue your chores.

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Second Generation

A Supernatural FanFiction (Sam Winchester/OC)

A Supernatural FanFiction Sam Winchester x OC)

Rated M: Mature Adult Content, Smut, violence, torture, blood, ect.

Genre: Adventure/Romance

*New Chapter Summery* Chapter 15: Ruby Tuesday Never able to catch a break Elliott, Sam, and Dean get a lead on a case involving demons. Sam and Dean really don't like the idea of Elliott working a demon case, but when they find out that the demon is not only after an escaped psych ward patient but Elliott as well, they get too over protective.

Full Summery: Elliott and her brother Max are have been hunting all their lives, but shortly after Elliott’s twenty second birthday they discover that she has a freaky ability. Max scared for his only family seeks help, finding it in the Winchesters. Unfortunately, her ability has some very similar traits to the demon Azazel’s ‘special children’, but that can’t be right. Azazel is dead. Dean killed the yellow eyed bastard himself, right? (Set in season 4)

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*Side Note*  It’s my Birthday! So I thought I'd post in celebration since my party was canceled due to the Corona Virus. Hope you are all staying safe out there!!! If you are still reading please let me know what you think by leaving a like or even a comment. That would be a cool Birthday gift to hear what any reader out their may think of the story. Thank you soo much for reading. <3

Chapter 15: Ruby Tuesday

"Ooh yeah!" Elliott moaned. A shiver of shear joy rippled down her spine. "Yes! That feels amazing." She continued to groan. Sam's eyes darkened at the sounds she made. His tongue peeked out to wet his lips. "Fuck!" The small saw Sam had just used now hung limply in his hand. She flexed her fingers again and itched the newly uncasted arm.

"Someone's making happy noises." Dean chuckled as he entered Bobby's garage, a few cold beers in hand. Sam shuffled discreetly adjusting himself in his now tight jeans.

"Ha, ha." Elliott mocked. "You try having that stupid thing on for seven weeks, and we'll see what kind of noises you make." The hunter only huffed a laugh and handed her, her beer.

Sam cleared his throat setting down the little saw and taking a beer from his brother. "Well if you're that happy about it why don't we go out to celebrate?"

"We could all use a night out," Dean added excitedly. Sam groaned internally, frustrated at his brother. He didn't mean the three of them should go out. The younger Winchester was hoping to get some more one on one time with Elliott.

"We could always go back to the bar that Dean and Max-" Elliott paused retracking her words. She had gotten much better when her brother came up in conversations but she couldn't deny it was still difficult. Not sure if the wishing well incident helped or made it worse for her. "-where Dean and Max hooked up with those twins." Elliott finished.

"That sounds perfect." Sam smiled softly at her, knowing anything to do with Max was hard for her to talk about.

"Alright nerds. We leave in an hour." Dean took a large swig from his bottle and gave them a wink before heading inside.

They quickly got ready all of them really wanting a night out. Elliott not having much in the way of nicer clothes opted for her normal attire, tee shirt tucked into her skinny jeans and topped off with her everyday leather jacket. Just like the first time they all went out, Dean had to comment on her tee shirt. This time Johnny Cash instead of Elvis.

What started out as a celebration quickly turned into a pool hustle. It was up to a five hundred dollar bet. Dean playing the concerned brother, Elliott the drunk girlfriend egging them on and Sam 'drunkenly' played. They were wiping the floor with the newbs. Suddenly Sam's back went ridged, shoulders broadening and muscles tense. His eyes jumped from the bar to Elliott.

"Elliott, you need to leave." Sam ordered stiffly no longer looking drunk.

"...Sam?" Elliott questioned slowly. Eyes flickering between him and his brother confused by the strange order.

"Keep the money." Sam told their balding opponent. "Dean get her out of here."

"Keep the money?!" Elliott nearly squawked.

She couldn't believe he would turn down five hundred dollars. Turning to his older brother for help but Sam's nervous gaze caught Dean's attention first. He followed Sam's gaze flicking toward a pretty brunette sitting at the bar. She had warm chocolate eyes that were a few shades lighter than her beautiful flowing locks. The woman had to be near their age, and she was dressed in similar clothing as Elliott just a tee shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket. Her eyes locked on to the three of them with a curious smirk.

"Ruby," Dean growled.

"Ruby? Who's Ruby?" Elliott questioned wary of the Winchesters reactions. Following their footsteps as they made their way to the woman at the bar, abandoning their easy five hundred dollars.

"Demon." Dean growled again. Elliott's own back straightened tense. It had been awhile since she handled demons, but she hadn't forgotten the last time. Much to Sam's displeasure she ignored his order and followed them.

"Dean, please. I don't like the idea of her around Elliott. At least until we figure out what Azazel and those demons want with her." Sam pleaded still a few feet from the pretty demon.

"Too late now Sammy. She's seen her." Dean sighed. As they approached, he made sure Elliott stayed behind him.

"Ruby what are you doing here? I told you to leave me alone now." Sam asked hissed under his breath.

"And now I see why..." The beautiful demon's voice was low and smooth like honey. The demon's head tilted to the side peering around the men to see the female hunter. Her warm chocolate eyes narrowed in on the blonde hunter sizing her up. "Always had a thing for blondes eh Sammy?"

Sam stepped in Ruby's line of sight blocking her view of Elliott. "You stay away from her."

Ruby chuckled lightly holding her hands up in mock surrender. "Hey just saying she's cute."

"Bitch you have a lot of nerve showing up anywhere near us." Dean jumped in not liking the way the demon was eyeing Sam and Elliott.

"Just have some info and then I'm gone." The demon snapped at Dean then turned to Sam. "Demon whispers, a girl named Anna Milton escaped a psych ward yesterday. I don't know why but demons are under orders to capture her alive. Figured you might want to get to her before the demons do." She shrugged like she honestly didn't care.

"We have to find her before they do." Elliott spoke up from behind the Winchester wall. "We can't let them hurt her. She's in trouble,"

"Blondie has the right idea." Ruby quipped with an amused smirk.

"Elliott, no. If demons are involved, you can't get near this." Sam absolutely refused. Unfortunately, the hunters missed the spark of recognition in the chocolate brown eyes when Sam had said the blonde's name. Too busy bickering.

"I'm not letting some poor girl go through what I did. Getting captured by demon? Sam, they will hurt her!" Elliott protested not backing down. She was a hunter after all, how could she just stand by and let that happen to an innocent.

"She's got a point." Ruby smirked receiving a swift glare from both men.

"Don't encourage her." Dean snapped back pointing a finger at the demon.

Sam ignored his brother and the demon to turn around to Elliott ready to argue with the small hunter. Before he could even get a word out, her finger was on his lips hushing him. "I'm not some damsel you can hide away when you think things are going to be too dangerous, Winchester. I've been hunting since I was twelve if you've forgotten?" Elliott defended herself. Not leaving room for argument.

It was a long ride but it gave Dean enough time to catch Elliott up on the pretty demon Ruby. Finding out that she saved the Winchesters a handful of times had her eyebrows hit her hairline. Then Dean explained how he had caught Ruby coaching Sam on using his powers to exorcise demons.

Elliott wasn't sure what to think of that. On one hand Ruby was a demon. No matter how helpful she had been in the past that was suspicious as Hell. On the other hand, Elliott herself had weird freaky powers and had no room or even desire to judge the giant. She herself had used her own powers to help others, but it was the angel's warnings that had her second guessing her and Sam using them again. She sat quietly for the rest of the ride letting her thoughts wander for the rest of the ride, as the brother's bickering fell into a humming background noise. When they did finally arrive at the psych ward Elliott still couldn't decide how she felt about the helpful demon.

Thanks to a sketchbook Anna's doctor gave them they could conclude that the girl was somehow linked to the sixty six seals. Her drawings depicted the seals that had already been broken. Some of them the seals the hunters weren't even aware were broken in the first place. After finding Anna's parents slaughtered in their own home the trio rushed to her local church, trying to get to the poor girl before the demons could.

"Kinda creepy," Elliott remarked as they pulled up to the church. It was a very tall building and if it weren't for the intricate stained glass windows would be a very flat and boring grey building.

"Eh, I've seen worse." Dean joked with a shrug, sending her a wink before getting out of the Impala.

"Ellie, are you sure you want to go in?" Sam pushed still uneasy about her anywhere near a case involving demons. "After your last encounter I wouldn't blame you at all if-"

"Sam. Stop. You're not convincing me to stay out of this." Elliott shook her head following him into the building. "So, get over it already, Jolly Green." Sam sighed heavily but continued into the building.

"Alright, just stay together then?" Sam advised clearly frustrated.

Sam led the way up a narrow set of stairs and into a short hallway. Elliott followed, gun at the ready and at her heals Dean was armed as well. She no doubt knew that they did this on purpose to keep her in the safer position between the two big hunters. As much as it annoyed her a little tiny itty bitty part of her was just a little bit scared of being near a demon again. So being between the two big protective hunters had helped quell her anxiety. Even if she wouldn't admit it out loud, she didn't fully blame herself after the time she spent captured by demons. Sam used the barrel of his hand gun to push the open door at the end of the hallway into a small room a few floors up.

"Anna?" Sam called out softly gesturing to a shadow and putting his gun back in the back of his pants.

"We're not here to hurt you, Anna." Elliott piped in as they got closer.

"My name is Sam, this is Elliott and that's my brother Dean. We're here to help you, Anna." He continued as the trio crept forward.

"Like, like the Winchester's Sam and Dean?" A nervous voice hesitated. The hunters were all taken back by her recognition.

"Uh, yeah..." Sam answered the hiding Anna almost unsure. A small red head more then a few inches taller than Elliott stepped out in front of the trio. The poor girls voice was shaking slightly when she spoke again.

"Your Dean. The Dean? Oh, wow it's really you." The red head's bright eyes were wide with awe as she stepped closer. "The angel's talk about you. All of you. How the angel Castiel pulled Dean out of Hell and that some even thing he can save us." Anna babbled wide eyes focusing on Dean.

Then she turned to Elliott and Sam. Her green eyes losing the twinkling awe. "That must mean you're Elliott. They uh, don't really seem to like you two at all." Anna's blunt words had Elliott wince and Sam frown. He cleared his throat roughly and Elliott felt his hand rest at her lower back.

"So you talk to angels?" Dean cautioned curiously.

"Oh, no. No, I just kind of over hear them... in my head. Sometimes." Anna clarified rambling as she did.

"So, they throw you in the loony bin for hearing voices when you were just listening into angels?" Elliott summarized once able to find her voice. Even though she knew it after meeting Castiel and Uriel it wasn't easy hearing that angels didn't like her.

"Angel radio." Sam nodded. "Anna when did the voices start?"

"September eighteenth." Anna answered quickly, not having to think on it. Sam and Dean's heads twisted to one another stunned before turning back to the red head. "First words I heard 'Dean Winchester is saved." Elliott's features softened as she turned back to Dean, figuring that was the date he was pulled from Hell.

"Least we know why the demons want her so bad." Dean quipped not commenting on the date. There was hardly a moment to respond when the door opened and Ruby rushed in.

"Good. You found her. Let's get out of here." The demon demanded impatiently. Anna immediately started shouting and sputtering in horror about the Ruby's face. Still backing away after Sam's reassurances.

"We got to go, now. There's a demon, a big one on his way." Ruby warned. "He followed you from the girl's house-"

Dean opened his mouth to argue with the dark haired demon but Sam beat him to it. "Dean! Ellie!" The hunters turned to see what Sam was pointing at. A white marble statue of the Virgin Mary was sitting to their side, but dark red blood was dripping from the eyes as if it were crying. Elliott went into hunter mode pulling out her glock.

"It's too late, he's here." Ruby breathed a second before the door burst open.

A man she didn't recognize stepped into the small room with determination. The demon scanned the room quickly before landing on Elliott. His eyes flashing cloudy white in gleeful surprise.

"Barbie?" He cooed the corner of his lips twitching and curled up into a wicked grin. "Now there's a surprise. I have been looking for you, everywhere." Elliott's blood ran cold when he called her Barbie. Only one being had ever called her that. Her stomach flipped making her nauseous. It was him. The demon that tortured her for days, Alastair.

"Alastair." Both Dean and Elliott breathed. The older Winchester quickly masking his own shock. She could feel Sam and Dean's quick fearful glances and confusion at the demon recognizing her. The demon gave the group a white eyed wink.

"Oh, I couldn't forget about you Dean. You had such promise." Alastair shrugged stepping forward before flicking out his hand sending Dean flying into a wall, dropping his demon killing knife.

"Sam do it! Exorcise him!" Ruby shouted wildly. The other demon turned to her, tutting in disapproval before she was flung back to the furthest wall, near a panicking Anna. Sam wasted no time quickly holding his hand out concentrating on the white eyed demon in front of him.

The demon only cleared his throat and smirked at the tall hunter. "That tickles. You don't have the juice to take me on, Sam." Alastair sneered then flung him through a rail and down the stairs. Elliott growled letting her anger over run her fear. Anger was better than fear. Anger was what she needed right now so she embraced the rage and held on to it. Wasting no time, she dove for the knife on the floor. Snatching it quickly and rolling onto her feet, she rushed the bastard.

"Fuck you!" She yelled upper lip snarling as she plunged the demon killing blade into his chest. Satisfaction was short lived when all he did was grunt. Alastair's large hand knotted into her hair in a tight grip and yanked her head back. Her scalp stinging in his hold. With his other fist he hit her across the face. The blow hit her cheek hard making her see white, and was unable to suck in air for a long moment. She coughed and gasped a deep breath in.

"You'll have to do a lot better than that Barbie." That just made her blood boil over all the more. She growled and threw her elbow into his ribs hoping to dislodge his grip in her hair, but it had no effect. Alastair just licked his lips and shook his head at her gleefully disappointed.

"Hmm, still no manners. I think it is time to get you back into training."

Elliott paled at his words. The heart in her chest began to beat wildly. She swallowed the dry lump in her throat doing her best not to out right panic. Her blurry hazel green eyes connected with the master of torture. Then smiled when she saw the older Winchester approaching him from behind. Dean's boot slammed into the demon's back, Alastair grunts releasing his grip of her hair.

Stumbling to keep her balance on the wood flooring Elliott jumped at the large hands pulling her up. Her brain taking a moment to realize it's Sam. Attention focused on Dean and Alastair's brawling she barely hears Sam as he shouts over her head to someone behind her.

It took her too long to react when Sam pushed her back into Ruby's hold. "Get her out of here!" he growled.

"Sam, -" Elliott breathed and shook her head at her giant. Completely missing something Ruby shouted at Sam before the demon was pulling the blonde to the back of the room. The room was in utter chaos. Sounds of fighting louder than before met the short hunter's ears, grunts and groans, walls and object breaking.

Elliott blinked before she finally took a step forward going to join the fight and help when she was stopped. Ruby's inhumanly strong hand had gripped her upper arm tightly not letting the small hunter go.

"No way. That bastard is most likely after you too hon',"

Then it was like a rug had been lifted out from under her. Elliott almost fell to her knees. She stumbled in the demons hold but righted herself quickly. Now with both Ruby and Anna in a quiet new location. Elliott whipped around taking in her suddenly new surroundings. An old cabin dusty, small and empty with little furniture in the moldy old building.

"What the Hell?! No. Bring me back!" Elliott demanded, shaking Ruby by the shoulders and ignoring the frantic red head standing a couple feet away.

"Nah-uh, Sam wanted you safe. You're safe." Ruby denied pushing the small hunter's hands away.

"But- Sam, Dean- They need help! I can help." The blonde protested loudly.

"Elliott. They are going to be okay. You wouldn't have been able to help anyway."

"Of course, I can help, I am a hunter dammit. I'm not some newb." Elliott growled.

"Oh, Honey. We both know that particular demon is not just after Anna." Ruby snarked. Elliott tensed back straightening. "Sam sent you with me because he cares about you. Don't be a fucking moron you don't want Sam to be too distracted protecting you to defend himself right? Good."

Elliott ducked her head with defeat. She knew she could handle herself but she would never want Sam to get hurt because of herself. Now that she knew what they were facing or rather who Elliott could be prepared. Next time she wouldn't fail.

Ruby rolled her eyes out of view from either of the girls at Elliott's moping. "If it's any conciliation Hon' you'd have to be insane to not be afraid of that demon. Especially if the rumors are true."

The blonde's brows crinkled at the demon's words. "I never said I was afraid. Did you just try to comfort me?"

"Yeah, well don't expect me to get all gooey again. I am a demon." Ruby smirked getting a small smile from Elliott. "Help me with the anxiety girl over here?" She gestured to the red head.

After a couple of tries the demon and hunter were able to calm Anna down. Then when there was a peaceful moment Elliott's hand flew to her pocket pulling out her phone. Needing to know if Sam and Dean were okay. Just knowing how ruthless Alastair could be had her stomach turning at the thought he had gotten them. Screen blank she tried to turn it on then let out a frustrated growl when the screen remained black. Dead, of course her phone would die in a time she actually needed it.

"Don't worry I got a plan. Just need you to keep an eye on angel radio here," Rudy gestured to Anna now sitting quietly watching the pretty demon curiously. "... and my body. I need to smoke outta her to check on them."

"Your body? You want me to keep the girl you are possessing trapped here so you can possess her again?!" Elliott accused skeptically and raised her eyebrow in a daring glare. "I am a hunter it is my job to save lives not let people suffer more."

The demon threw her head back and groaned then crossed her arms to give the small hunter a pointed look. "Ugh you two really are made for each other." She grumbled under her breath with another eye roll before addressing the blonde. "You all do have a stick up your ass about possession. It's only me in here. The meat suit is conscious free." Waving her hand to gesture to herself.

"Wait, what?" Elliott puzzled her eyes narrowed sizing up the demon.

"Meaning, just like you, your man wasn't too happy about me helping out while possessing some poor sap. So, I improvised. Dead comma patient meat suit it was. Good thing she was hot," Ruby mumbled the last part.

"Oh," She blinked lost for words. She wasn't expecting that. Maybe Ruby really wasn't all that bad after all, the hunter wondered. Ruby wasn't even possessing a person Elliott felt herself warm up and possibly even trust the demon a little more. Wow she never thought that was possible.

"I assume you can handle watching my body and sleeping beauty over there?" She taunted nodding her head to the side for Elliott to turned and see Anna now asleep on a moth eaten old couch. The hunter couldn't help the pointed bitch face she sent the taunting demon. Offended at the demon's snark. Like she couldn't handle watching a lifeless body and a sleeping girl, but gave her a nod anyway.

Ruby didn't even respond just let her head tilt back as black smoke streamed out of comma girl's mouth flying out the cracked window. Elliott stepped forward quickly and caught the body Ruby had been possessing. She half expected the demon to be lying about the 'human free meat suit', but when the body never moved, let alone breathed Elliott relaxed a bit and lowered it to the ground.

After an excruciatingly long wait all of which Anna either shyly ignored her or slept, the black smoke returned. Ruby gasped loudly the instant every dark vapor was back inside the comma girl. She shifted her shoulders almost like she was adjusting back into the body.

"Ruby? What happened? Are they okay? Did they get away?" Elliott rushed out not leaving room for the demon to answer between questions.

The dark haired demon raised a brow at the hunter, obviously not understanding the worry she was over filling with. "Calm down honey. Their alive and on their way." When the girl's shoulders sagged and she physically relaxed Ruby tilted her head slightly eyeing the blonde carefully. Finding Elliott's attachment to the Winchesters very interesting.

"Thank you Ruby." Elliott met her eyes to show her sincerity.

Ruby chuckled thoroughly amused. "Can you two get any cheesier,"

She frowned shooting the demon a questioning look then turned to Anna for answers. The red head only shrugged just as confused by the demon as she was and turned back to Ruby still frowning.

"What?" Elliott asked defensively.

"Both of you. Sam and Elliott. So worried about each other like some cheesy romance novel." Ruby snorted finding the couple's antics a little too much for a demon.

Elliott sputtered defensively before huffing not knowing how to respond to something like that. She had never been that annoying relationship-y girl. This was not who she was, not how she normally acted in relationships. Maybe it was because he was more than just a relationship to her, she thought. Never had she felt a pull towards anyone like she did him before. Like a magnetic pull, she couldn't help but be drawn to her giant. Weirdly it actually made her feel anxious without him there.

"I think it's sweet." Anna pipped in smiling up at her from the old couch. "It makes me think of my parents. They have been together since high school." Elliott's stomach dropped at the mention of Anna's parents. "That reminds me, I haven't been home and don't want them to worry. Do either of you have a phone I can borrow? I just should let them know I'm okay..." Anna let her rambling fall at the sight of the hunter's wide sympathetic eyes.

"Anna..." Elliott started cautiously.

"What? My parents, they can't be-"

"I'm so, so sorry Anna." Elliott breathed softly. It only took a second for the girl to understand that her parents were dead. Then the water works began. Elliott's heart broke for the poor girl. She knew what it was like to lose your only family, and she wouldn't wish that on anyone. It took an hour of comforting the sobbing mess before Anna had passed out again. Elliott sat by her side the entire time and held the crying girl. When Anna was finally peacefully asleep, she moved so she could lay the girl out on the couch more comfortably.

It was almost half an hour later that Elliott was pacing nervously, boots leaving tracks in the cabin's dusty floors. Ruby was getting tired of it real quick and was just about to snap at the hunter when the Winchester's finally arrived.

Elliott whirled around to see Ruby holding the door for them. No words were said as Sam's long legs took the distance between them in just a few strides. His hand tangled in her long hair at the nape of her neck and he leaned down pulling her closer. Their lips met moving frantically reassuring themselves of one another's safety. She pushed herself up onto her tiptoes to deepen the already passionate kiss further. Fingers diffing into his flannel to hold him close even as they broke for air. Panting Sam pulled back another inch his eyes running over Elliott methodically searching for any sight on injury. His thumb glided over her swollen and she was sure already bruising cheek. Yet another gift from Alastair she thought bitterly. Her teeth worried at her lower lip when her own assessment of Sam was not as minimal. His own face carried a similar bruise as well as many small cuts. Not to mention the way he was carrying himself, stiff and sore from other unseen injuries.

"Shit what happened?" Elliott panted her hands went to gently cup the sides of his face holding him still to get a better view.

"It's okay. I'm alright." Sam softly assured her and tucked a coppery blonde lock behind her ear. Then wrapped his large hands around her wrists to pull her hands away. "Just some cuts and bruises. Nothing I can't handle." He smiled. She could register that Dean, Anna, and Ruby were all talking amongst themselves but was too focused on Sam and that magnetic pull she felt deep in her gut. Now that she was near him the anxiety from earlier was nearly nonexistent.

"I can help, let me-"

"No. Elliott," He scolded. "We talked about this. You aren't going to use your power anymore." She bit her tongue not wanting to start a fight when she had just a few moments ago been so worried about him. As much as she wanted to help her giant some small bruises and cuts weren't worth a fight or worse, losing his trust.

"...but Sam, you used- tried to use your power back there with Alastair." She mumbled despite herself. Sam sighed with a pinched brow but when his lips parted about to defend himself Anna's loud gasp caught their attention.

"Their coming." Anna gasped again. The lights started flickering in the old barn and everybody tensed up. Their eyes ping ponged all around the small room trying to find the threat.

"Backroom." Dean ordered escorting the frantic red head into an even smaller room in the back of the cabin. Sam's warm hand was on Elliott's lower back trying to gently usher her along into the room with Anna.

Elliott shrugged his hand off her back. "Not this time." Refusing to break under the giant's kicked puppy eyes and pulled out her glock from her waistband. She glared at Sam daring him to do something about it. Then took the safety off and pulled back the slide. He wet his bottom lip and shook his head once before readying himself like Dean and Elliott already had. Ruby stood on his other side, no weapon but body tense and ready.

The door bursted inward breaking the lock and sending splinters of wood flying. A gust of wind rushed into the small cabin blowing Elliott's blonde hair back. All three hunters aimed at the empty space for couple moments. Then two familiar figures walked in, although it wasn't who they were expecting. The angels. Castiel and Uriel stood in the shattered doorway eyes scanning each of them. Elliott stiffened eyeing them both cautiously. The two of them made her feel uneasy.

"Please tell me you're here to help. We've been having demon issues all day." Dean complained gruffly.

"I can see that." Uriel stated coldly as he eyed Ruby, his gaze flicking to Sam and Elliott before landing on Dean. "I get you are attached to the two abominations but why do you permit that particular stain to be near you?"

Elliott and Sam's expressions fell slightly almost cringing at the angel's term for them. Although Dean looked confused as he glanced over to his brother and Elliott masking it quickly. Ruby's eyes flickered black in a display of nervousness.

"We're here for Anna." Castiel's deep rough tone echoed in the small cabin.

"Here for her like her for her? Dean questioned almost skeptically. "Are you going to help her?"

"No, she has to die."

"What?" Elliott blurted accidentally completely baffled. "You want to kill Anna?" Uriel's head tilted her way with an impatient glare.

"Why?" Sam shook his head stunned in disbelief. Uriel had, had enough ignoring them he locked eyes on the door behind the hunters and began to make his way.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, there is no reason to kill her." Dean reasoned quickly blocking the way.

"Don't worry, I'll kill her gently." Uriel smirked standing in his tracks.

"Give us the girl." Castiel ordered, done with their trivial bickering.

"No. Not happening feathers." Dean mocked defiantly.

Uriel suddenly disappeared and reappeared next to Ruby. Holding her by the throat and growling something at her. Dean moved fast to defend the demon as Castiel did the same disappearing and reappearing act only in front of Sam and Elliott that were blocking the door to Anna. His trench coat swayed behind him as he walked forward. Sam sputtered trying to reason with the angel but when that proved ineffective, he started swinging a small dagger. Elliott on the other hand took more drastic measures and pulled the trigger, shooting Castiel right in the chest.

Castiel only sighed and flicked his wrist sending Sam back straight into her, toppling her over. Elliott grunted under her giant's weight as he was sprawled on top of her. Sam quickly got up when he realized he was squishing her and they both turned to the angel for round two. This time Elliott was in the lead. She threw a punch putting all of her weight into it only to be stopped too easily by the trench coated angel. He held her wrist and gave her a bored expression tilting his head to the left. Quickly she reacted kneeing the angel in the groin. To her awe he didn't even flinch, but Elliott sure felt it. She groaned at the pain radiating from her knee, holding it and hopping back a few steps panting heavily.

"That didn't work," She grunted clenching her teeth and holding her knee.

Sam took the moment to dash forward taking a quick shot. Before Sam could even land a blow Castiel had reached up a hand placing two fingers gently on his forehead. Her eyes went wide and stomach turned when she saw her giant fall into a heap on the dusty hard wood floor.

"Sam," Elliott gasped taking the two quick strides before dropping onto her knees in front of him even with the one of her knees throbbing. She couldn't find any injuries and was relieved to see his even breathing. A too bright light filled the room forcing her to close and shield her eyes. When she opened her eyes again and the light was gone the room was angel-less.

"What the-" Elliott breathed.

She locked eyes on the older Winchester first feeling his gaze run over both her and Sam checking them to make sure they were alright. Then they both turned to the door behind them hiding Anna. Though she could hear the commotion as Dean and Anna conversed in the small room, she was too concerned with an unconscious Sam.

"Hey, hey, Sam," She shook his shoulders gently at first trying to stir him awake but when he continued his evened soft breathing, she shook harder. Then checked his pulse finding nothing out of the ordinary, like he was just in a deep sleep.

Her breath was heavy and features pinched tight with worry as she pulled the giant's head into her lap. His even breathing and soft snores signaled, he was not hurt. When she finally forced herself to listen in on the older Winchester, she realized that Anna had somehow made the blast of light and temporarily vanished the angels.

"Is he okay?" Ruby interrupted her thoughts.

"Uhm, I think so. He seems to just be unconscious. But Castiel just touched his forehead... I think the angel made him sleep?"

"Yeah, he does that." Dean quipped walking out to the main room with an arm wrapped around a stunned Anna. "Took Bobby almost a half an hour to wake up when Cas sandmaned him." He then put pressure on a bloody cloth around Anna's forearm. The redhead looked utterly shaken.

"That little mystery spell, blood sigil thing is great and all but it won't last forever. We need to get out of here, like now." Ruby snapped with little patience.

After a very short discussion, and a quick call to Bobby they had a plan. Even though Bobby was out of town on a hunt with a friend he was able to call a psychic that he and the boys already trusted to meet at his place. There this psychic would be able to get a look at Anna in hopes of finding out why the angels wanted the red head.

Apparently, the boys had not driven the Impala in hopes of throwing the demons off their tail. That meant their trek to Bobby's would be in the inconspicuous maroon ninety-six Ford Explorer that Sam and Dean had jacked to get to the cabin. Dean had to help Elliott get the very heavy and very passed out Sam into the backseat. With little other seating options Elliott sat back letting Sam lay out as much as he could head again lay listlessly in her lap. Dean although bitching about wanting his Baby speed the whole way to Bobby's while Anna sat meekly in the passenger's seat.

Elliott had been gently stroking his hair. Running her fingertips gently along his scalp and through his shaggy mane. Her eyes full of concern as she watched the sleeping giant but reprimanded herself of how creepy that was and forced herself to look out the window to the fields blurring as they sped. Just like Dean predicted it was almost exactly a half hour later when Sam stirred.

A low throaty content moan escaped the sleeping man in her lap, breaking through the silence in the SUV. Elliott's hand froze midway through his hair cheeks going red. She could hear Dean snicker up in the driver's seat. Still mostly asleep he turned to his side nose pressed into her stomach inhaling deeply before burrowing even closer. Her breath hitched quietly the butterflies in her stomach fluttering again.

"Sam?" She spoke softly not wanting to startle him, but Dean's snickering was turning into a muffled laughter so she felt it was more necessary to wake him. Running her finger tips through his long hair and along his scalp again she continued. "Giant? You waking up now?"

"Mmm," He hummed at the feeling along his scalp. He hadn't felt this content in such a long time, but the sound of Deans laughter was out of place. He groaned in protest before his eyelids fluttered open looking up to her from her lap. "Mmnhg? Ellie?" Sam's voice was rough from sleep as he grumbled into awareness. He couldn't help the soft sleepy smile that lit his face displaying his dimple. It fell a moment later as he slowly realized that he had been moaning snuggling into her stomach. Then It came back to him.

Sam sat up quickly, head whipping around taking in his surroundings. Elliott's lap felt cold and empty now, without him there, but she pushed the feeling to the back of her mind. Before Sam could freak out, she quickly explained what had happened after he had passed out via angel, with Dean chiming in here and there. When they had enlightened the giant on their current plan, he seemed to finally relax a little bit. Especially after Dean quit snickering at the way his brother had woken up.

Luckily, they didn't have to wait long at Bobby's for the psychic to arrive. Elliott was in the basement just showing Anna Bobby's ridiculously awesome monster proof panic room when Dean arrived with the psychic. Just like Ruby the psychic Pamela Barns was beautiful. Dark wavy hair olive toned skin and a wicked grin stretched along her face, eyes covered by her sunglasses. She was dress very similarly to both Ruby and Elliott, tee shirt, and jeans, topped off with a leather jacket.

Elliott thought it odd at first, why would someone wear sunglasses in a dark basement? After a closer inspection she noted that the psychic's hand was on Dean's back as he led her down the stairs. She was blind Elliott realized.

"Pamela, hey." Sam greeted softly leaving the open door to the panic room to meet her. Elliott stayed where she was near a nervous but determined Anna.

"Sam." Pamela spoke even softer. "Sam?"

"It's me. It's Sam." He assured as he approached and laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Sam is that you?"

"I'm right here." Sam continued his soft assurances and smiled at her.

"Know how I can tell?" Pamela's voice dropped in tone as she smirked. Then quickly gave his ass a slap. Sam grunted jumping slightly at the action. "That perky little ass of yours. Could bounce a nickel off that thing." Dean's smile widened snickering at his brother's embarrassment.

Elliott on the other hand just watched unsure if she should laugh or feel threatened by the interaction. Before she could even form a thought Pamela turned to them.

"Course I know it's you. Same way I know that's a demon, that poor girl is Anna," She gave the read had a sympathetic smile before turning to Elliott. "-and this is the girl that's caught your heart." She smiled at Elliott making both her and Sam blush.

"Heads up Sam, your girl has been eyeing my rack." Pamela laughed.

The small hunter's brows shot to her hair line, and eyes blew wide open and her face turned crimson. "I- uh- I- nh- uh-" She sputtered, the feeling of every head in the basement snap in her direction didn't help. Chancing a brief glance to around her she looked away from everyone's surprised confusion. "I am so sorry! I wasn't trying to- I- Uh- I," Then looked up at Sam for help but regretted it immediately seeing his jaw slack, and brows furrowed confused yet slightly turned on.

"Don't sweat it sweetheart." Pamela laughed, but Elliott looked down at her boots mortified. She tried to apologize again but was stopped by the psychic. Pamela made her way to the two girls patting the blonde's back. "It's nice to meet you both, Dean told me about your little problem Anna. I am here to help."

Anna was unable to answer right away, still processing the exchange between the psychic and the smaller hunter, but responded eventually. The two walked off chatting their way into the panic room, leaving Elliott with the stunned men and demon.

"That was fucking hot." Ruby huffed either amused or impressed Elliott couldn't tell.

"What? I didn't mean to-" Elliott started turning red again shifting uncomfortably at their stares. "Can we just-" She sighed getting frustrated at their gawking and left them joining the girls in the panic room.

The small panic room was in chaos. Who knew Anna would go bonkers under the psychic's hypnosis? After only a few moments under the redhead was screaming and writhing on the cot, but Pamela pushed on. Her screams got louder and somehow through her emotions she was able to slam the very heavy iron door shut with an echoing bang. The psychic wasn't giving in and kept shouting questions at the screaming girl. Lights began to shatter forcing them to duck and cover their heads from the falling shatters of glass.

Dean reacted quickly leaping over a desk shouting for Anna. Despite Pamela's warnings the hunter tried to wake the redhead out of her sleep. Anna threw him back with such unnatural strength he went flying demolishing an old wooden chair. Sam and Elliott rushed to Dean's side and help him to his feet.

"Wake in one, two, three, four, five." Pamela rushed out and the girl instantly calmed, the ruckus around them following suit. Her screaming and writhing halted completely. Anna sat up evenly her body posture stiff as she thanked the psychic.

"I remember now." Anna spoke softly and Pamela backed up a step cautiously. "I'm an angel."

Pamela was probably the least happy to discover the red head was a former angel. After Anna explained that she had physically ripped out her grace and literally fallen to become human, Pamela asked Dean to bring her home. That left Sam and Elliot to stay at Bobby's and search the web for possible shooting stars or miracles that could have been Anna's grace falling. Sam who had gotten a short half an hour nap in via Castiel earlier was still up and surfing the web while Elliott crashed after only a couple hours.

She inhaled sharply and sat up quickly. "I'm awake." She blinked quickly sitting up from her book that was subbing as a pillow.

"You know you are allowed to sleep." Sam chuckled at the red indented mark on her cheek from using the book as a pillow.

"Did you find anything?" She stretched ignoring Sam's comment.

"Yea, looks like her grace touched down here." He handed her his laptop pointing at the article he had discovered.

"You're freaking amazing." Elliott marveled at the man's ability to research. Sam smiled brightly, her compliment weirdly filling him with an unfamiliar sense of pride. Which was ridiculous because why would a small comment like that make him feel that way. He questioned himself internally, watching her skim the small article.

"So, when do we leave?" She turned to Sam in time to watch his adorable smile fade.

"Ellie, I need to know something first." Sam cleared his throat and wet his lips before speaking. "Do you wanna tell me how you knew that demon by name?"

"Not really, no." Elliott mumbled lowering her gaze to Sam's chest not wanting to look him in the eye.

"Ellie." His large hand engulfed hers to stop her from fidgeting with the hairband around her wrist. "I wouldn't be asking this if I thought it wasn't important. You gotta talk to me babe."

"Why don't you ask your brother? I'm obviously not the only one the demon recognized." She deflected, but immediately felt guilty for throwing Dean under the bus.

"I'll get to Dean later, but right now I am asking you, Ellie." He gave her hands a gentle squeeze. "Please?"

Elliott let out a long sigh in defeat. "When I was- you know, -captured..." Elliott shrugged meeting his eyes before swiftly looking down again. "He was the one that uh- tried to 'break' me."

His grip on her hands tightened, shoulders stiffened. "I thought you said," His rough voice started, clearing his throat to continue. "-but this demon had white eyes not yellow?" She brought her gaze back to him forcing herself to hold contact.

"There was two of them. I'm sure I told you. When I fought back against the yellow eyed demon he brought in his specialist- to um, -to teach me manors, to 'break me.' Alastair was that demon. It happened every other day. One day the demon with yellow eyes would shoot me up and the next day the one with the white eyes would... well let's just say Alastair was under orders not to kill me, but could do anything else."

Sam closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and thumb, trying to calm the rage that boiled under his skin at the thought of the torture she had endured. A deep primal urge to protect her rippled through his spine. This demon was still after her and it was just a coincidence that she happened to be there when he was going after Anna. Sam didn't even want to think about what would have happen if Ruby hadn't been at the church to help get Elliott out of there safely.

"He's not just after Anna then." Sam looked down to her hazel green eyes, jaw clenching slightly. "He wants you too."

"This doesn't change anything Jolly Green. Anna still needs her grace back. We need to protect her from both Heaven and Hell."

"Of course, this changes things Elliott. This changes everything. How could it not?" He snapped before he blinked a thought occurring to him and his tone became much softer. "Wait, do you hear voices like Anna too? Are you like Anna, a fallen angel?"

The small hunter snorted throwing her head back unable to stop herself from bursting into a fit of laughter. "Me?" She choked out between her barking. Then whipped her eyes to see Sam's confused frown.

"Why is that so funny? After today why wouldn't it be possible?"

"No, Sam. There is no way I am angel material. One, the angel's hate me but not like they do Anna. They see me as a maggot, an abomination but Anna they see as a potential threat. Two I don't hear voices or angel radio, and lastly? I have demon blood in me, Sam. I am about as anti angel as it gets." She huffed turning away from the pained twinkle of disbelief in her giant's eyes.

"Ellie," He breathed his warm hand fell from her hand to her thigh. Even in this serious conversation Elliott could feel her stomach flutter with butterflies at the feeling of his hand on her. The blonde was saved from further discussion when rumble of the Impala reached their ears. Dean was back from getting his Baby and dropping off Pamela.

Sam wanted to comfort her, needed to but his brother's noisy approach had forced him to stop before he could even start. He wanted to say that those angels didn't know what they were talking about. That he had never met anyone as kind, strong, and all around good as she was. Elliott Anders had been through so much and was still somehow able to smile so brightly her whole face could light up. Even on her worse days she treated others with such kindness it was unbelievable. Most hunters would have, become rough, and calloused after seeing and going through what she had. She gave him hope. If she could be so pure with demon blood in her, then he had to have a chance too. He wanted to tell her that she could never and would never turn evil. Screw the angels. They had no idea how beyond amazing Elliott Anders was. That's what he wanted to say. All of that, but he didn't get the chance as Dean entered the front door.

In that fleeting moment he saw his true feelings. He was in love with her. He felt so much more for this feisty little hunter in the short time that he knew her, than he did for Jess after dating for years. And he had honestly thought he loved Jess. He would never replace her but the feelings for Elliott were so much stronger than he realized he was even capable of.

"Dean." Elliott smiled up at the older hunter as he entered the house, breaking Sam away from his mind.

" 'ey nerds, how the search going?" Dean asked tucking his keys in his pocket. The smile he gave them did not reach his own eyes.

"Like always, Sam beat me to it." Elliott quipped and gave the tall hunter a proud smile. "We got a bit of a drive but we can head out soon."

"Atta boy, Sammy." Dean teased and roughed up Sam's long mane. Sam just sighed and combed his fingers through it to tame the mess slightly. Dean narrowed his eyes at Sam's lack of reaction. "What's up your ass?"

"Sorry, just processing some things." Sam closed his eyes and rubbed his temple. The fear was creeping back over him. Elliott was still in danger. These demons were still after her. He couldn't let those bastards get their grimy little claw on her, not again.

"Wanna share with the class?" Dean sassed when his brother didn't continue.

"It's nothing Dean," Elliott chimed in not wanting to talk about what she had just told Sam all over again.

"It's not nothing Elliott." Sam snapped angry at how little she seemed to care.

"Sam," She hissed jaw clenched.

"No Ellie. This is important and you know it." Sam admonished.

"Is someone going to tell me what the Hell's going on?" Dean interrupted exasperated looking between the bickering couple.

"We all heard what that demon Alastair said to both of you," Sam started and pointed at his brother to shut up before he had uttered a word. "-and I'll get to you later Dean. Right now, I'm concerned this Alastair is coming back for Ellie."

The older Winchester blinked slowly at his brother. "What do you mean coming back for her?" Elliott groaned and rested her head in her hands, elbows on her knees.

"Apparently it wasn't just a demon with yellow eyes that had held her captive her back in Nebraska. There was also a demon with white eyes." She could see the color draining from Dean's face, making his freckles stand out against the pale tone. "Azazel was the one shooting her up while this Alastair- he's the one who-"

Sam had a hard time saying the word torture. The image of Elliott covered in blood hanging by her wrists on the meat hook flashed behind his eyes. All the swollen black and blue bruises, the bleeding cuts and the horrible burns that littered her skin. How helpless he felt when they arrived to free her and later when he tended to each of her wounds.

Dean looked like he was going to hurl, his eyes gleamed with such pity she had to look away. "He, he's the one that did that to you?" He rasped out. Distressed eyes not leaving her even if she was avoiding looking up at him.

"Yes, okay." Elliott barked out more than agitated now. "But none of it even matters now! It's in the past. It's over. Dean would you stop looking at me like that!" She snapped and Dean quickly turned away and cleared his throat.

"Dammit Ellie, it's not in the past. Not when they are still after you." Sam barked right back at her.

Sam's words seemed to visibly snap Dean out of it. The older Winchester balled his fists at his sides broad shoulders tensing but most of all his green eyes went from soft and pained to livid and protective.

"I'm not who he is really after here. He wants Anna the ex-angel, remember? I'm sure I'm just like a bonus or something." Elliott reasoned with the bullheaded brothers. "You think I could just stand aside and let him hurt Anna, like he did me? That bastard won't be getting to either of us. I won't let him." Elliott vowed.

Sam and Dean shared a look, having a silent conversation the way they annoyingly do sometimes. Her heart clenched it reminded her of her own brother. She and Max used to do that, always annoying those around them. Their silent communication almost appeared telepathic to outsiders but really when you spend so much of your life in close proximity with one another you learn to read them very well.

Less than an hour later the hunters were finishing loading up the Impala. They had a plan, and needed to hurry before Castiel or Uriel showed up. They still had no way to ward off angels and Anna's blood sigil to banish them temporarily was great and all but they didn't know how much longer until they popped up again. Finding and restoring Anna's grace was the only way she would be safe. Good thing Sam was able to find the landing sight of said grace, and they could be there before sunrise. She was tossing her ratty old duffel into the trunk of Baby when Sam pulled her aside.

"Hey, you going to talk to me?" He whispered tugging at the end of her leather jacket. She had to tilt her head back to look up at him. Sam was slightly hunched over her his sad puppy eyes boring into her skull. She sighed and crossed her arms.

"Of course, I'm going to talk to you. I understand where you are coming from Giant, and why you felt the need to tell Dean about Alastair, I really do. ...but you gotta start trusting me."

"I trust you Ellie,"

"Not as a hunter you don't." She looked down at her boots, coppery blonde locks falling in her face as she did. She really didn't want to say this next part, not wanting him to leave but knowing that she needed to say it. "I'm a hunter, a fighter Sam. I'm not some damsel waiting for a strong man to protect me." She slowly exhaled before looking up at the giant with sad eyes. "So if that is what you're looking for Jolly Green, this?" She gestured to the two of them. "This isn't going to work then."

Sam snatched her hands to keep her from leaving. "Hey, hey, I never said that's what I wanted." A large hand slowly reached up and tucked strand of blonde back behind her ear. "I know you are a great hunter Ellie. I've seen it. This isn't about your hunting abilities. When the yellow eyed demon had plans for me, I had Dean to back me up, help me through it. Even then I still died! I- I just don't like the thought of you getting hurt, especially not like that."

She gave him a soft smile and before she could open her mouth to respond his soft lips were on hers. She pushed up onto her toes so he didn't have to hunch down so much, kissing him back. Then she pressed against him closing the few inches left between their bodies. Her hand went to the nape of his neck fingers entangled in his shaggy hair. His own hands held her close wrapped around her waist and back. The kiss didn't last long though as Sam broke it and cupped the side of her face, thumb smoothing over her bruised cheek.

"Just let me help you." He whispered softly.

Elliott's eyes narrowed in on him, her fingers gripped his flannel. Then used the hold on his clothes to pull him down to her. Lips met for an even shorter moment but just as passionate. This time she pulled away, her breath heavy.

"Stupid puppy dog eyes." She mumbled. Sam huffed lips curling into a crooked grin revealing a dimple. His gaze drifted over her head and she watched his features fall, eyes becoming sad again. She turned following his line of sight to Dean. He was leaning against the frame of Bobby's front door with his arms crossed bag at his feet.

Sam cleared his throat and dropped his hands to his sides, taking a small step back. "I, uh can finish up here." Then gave her small smile that didn't reach his eyes before turning to shuffle the duffel bags around in the trunk. She was about to call Sam out for being weird when Dean called out for her.

"Anders, do me a favor and get the other girls moving. It's time to head out." The older Winchester grumbled roughly. His expression unreadable as he carried the rest of their bags out.

"Sure, but I'm not sitting between an angel and a demon all the way there." Elliott playfully demanded with a small smirk.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Dean mumbled so low she almost missed it. Then jogged inside and took the steps two at a time down to the basement. Ruby stood at the entrance of the panic room pouting with a sour face and crossed arms.

"Good. You get to wake sleeping beauty over there." The demon waved her hand towards the cot at the far end of the panic room where Anna had fallen asleep earlier. The former angel now curled up with a blanket over her head. "She's a deep freaking sleeper, and seeing as I can't go in..."

The hunter snorted at the demon's obvious annoyance. "Yeah, as helpful as you may be, I guess going into a demon warded panic room to wake an ex-angel is not something you'd be able to do." Ruby just rolled her eyes and uncrossed her arms to cross them again. Amused at herself Elliott stepped into the small panic room. She never thought she would start to like a demon of all things.

"Anna? Anna it's time to wake up," She called out gently. Then pulled the blanket back revealing nothing but lumpy pillows. She tilted her head at the strategically formed pillows. Then the thick iron door slammed shut echoing loudly in the small metal room. Elliott jumped and spun around to the now closed door. The click of the lock had her blood run cold.

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So Damn Pretty

Chapter 2

Part 1 : Part 3 :

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: Okey I’ve changed some stuff so here’s some context. I like the idea of Johnny being a bit of an sex addict and he’s really good at sex (he can find the clit type of good) cause he’s made himself a hobby fucking the pretty female victims and going out to the local bar when he actually gets free time. He’s a basically massive man whore, but he can’t help it that women find him sexy (super cocky). But Drayton later finds out he’s been fucking the food (lmao) and has temporarily banned him from going out by himself and keeping the female victims away from him. So a sex starved Johnny who’s heavily attracted to the reader sees an opportunity to use her like a maid so he can constantly keep fucking her. I’m still gonna keep the baby momma thing but that will come later in the story. Oh and I’m turning 21 on the 17th! So happy birthday to my fellow September babies!

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

Catchy music was blearing out of the front speakers of the minivan; my friends Jessica and Nate were singing along to the tunes. I was sitting in the back, relaxing into my seat, enjoying the fact that college was finished and summer holidays were just beginning. We decided this summer we were going to experience camping for the first time. We had all grown up in the city and never got the chance to enjoy the country side of Texas. I’m excited to finally cross camping off my bucket list, and make this summer memorable.

 

My bubbly blonde friend Jessica turned around in her seat. “Two hours left, and we should be at the campsite before night.” She said this, grinning at me and turning back to kiss her boyfriend, Nate, on the cheek. Nate, being the protective type, only tagged along with us as he didn’t like the idea of two ‘pretty girls’ camping by themselves in the middle of nowhere. They have only been dating for a few months; he’s the classic teen heartthrob with dazzling eyes and short, dark blonde hair, and Jessica is the overly cute blonde. They were perfect for each other. I smile at the both of them, they were great friends.

 

“Oh fuck!” Nate is panicking as black smoke starts coming out of the hood. He pulls over to the side of the road, and all of us get out to see what’s wrong. “Can’t it be fixed?” I ask, looking at Nate, worried. His face contorts in disappointment. “I've got no idea, Y/N; cars aren’t my speciality.”

We all look at each other, uncertain of what to do; we’re in the remote countryside without any sort of help. “We might have to walk back if no one drives by.” Nate tells us regretfully: But as soon as he said that, we saw an old blue Ford truck honking and driving up to us.

 

“You need a hand?” The unknown driver asked Nate. “Yes please! Our van just broke down with smoke coming out.” Nate explained to the man. He nods his head and parks his truck in front of us. The trucks door opens, and out climbs one of the best-looking guys I have ever seen. He wears a black sleeveless top that shows off his muscular arms and a pair of blue denim jeans paired with dirty yellow gloves. He has dark brown hair slicked back with a few strands falling over a scar; my cunt embarrassingly throbbed at the sight of him; I must have gone red in the face as he smirked looking at me. I quickly turned my head to look at Jessica, who was also a little red in the face. It’s not every day you see a hot country boy.

 

The handsome stranger introduces himself as Johnny Slaughter. “Good to meet you, Johnny. I’m Nate, over there is my girlfriend Jessica and my friend Y/N.” I did a little wave at my name, hoping I wasn’t still blushing. He shakes Nates hand and nods his head to us. “Ladies. Damn, he has a deep voice; it’s making me all hot and bothered. “Alrighty then Nate, pop the hood and let's take a look.”

 

Johnny stared at the engine, arms pressed against the van, leaning over while shaking his head. “I’m going to have to get my tools for this.” He said, looking over at us. ‘’Ah, shit! That bad?" Nate asked. “Yep, but don’t y’all worry, I’ll get this baby fixed in the morning. For now I can take you guys back to my family’s home, get some food, and sleep?’’ Johnny offered. “Wow, that’s so nice of you, Johnny.’’ Jessica replied, smiling at him, being a little too flirty.

 

I feel a little uncertain about trusting Johnny, we have only just met him; but he is helping us and I would rather not sleep on the side of the road. Jessica and I nod to Nate in agreement with Johnny’s offer. “Okay, yeah, we’ll go with you.’’ Nate tells him. He smiles, slamming the hood of the van back down, and turns, leading us back to his truck. He opens the back door, and we three slide in. As Johnny hops into the driver's seat, we are greeted by a woman sitting in the passenger seat. Was she here the whole time? “Hi y'all, I’m Sissy.’’ She introduces herself with a wink, but before we could reply, she blows this white powder in our faces. My vision starts to blur as I hear strangled coughing from my friends, and everything quickly goes black.

 

The next thing I know, I’m waking up tied to a meat hook, covered in dry blood, and desperate for freedom. At that time I had no idea where Jessica and Nate could be, but now as I stare at their lifeless, brutalised corpses, I regret not trying to find them. Jessica's blonde hair is tangled, and her body is covered in slices, with a massive cut on her stomach. Nate's handsome face was shredded up by a chainsaw. They are getting wrapped in a blue tarp, by a larger man with a very human like mask on his face. Johnny takes a drag of his cigarette while holding me, and he shoots me a grin, seeing my legs wobble from the hard fucking I endured. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you? So slutty having an orgasm while your friends get murdered.’’ He taunts quietly in my ear, guilt-tripping me.

 

“Johnny, why is she still alive?” Asked the small woman who blew white powder in my face. It’s Sissy, I think, trying to remember her name. “This pretty little thing is going to help us cook, clean, and do all the daily chores around the house. We’ve been needing extra hands around the farm since Ma is gone and Drayton busy with the chilli carnivals.’’ He explains to Sissy. She looks at me up and down, smirking. “Oh, I’ve been wantin’ some female company for ages now, and you're so beautiful too! I have these pretty ol’ dresses that would look lovely-,” she didn’t finish her sentence as she’s cut off by Johnny. “That’s enough, Sissy; you can talk to her later; we've got sh*t to do.’’ She rolls her eyes at him but goes to help the larger man.

 

Johnny pats the larger man on the back, “You did a good job, Bubba.’’ So Bubba is his name. He just lets out these happy groans. So he’s nonverbal?Johnny turns back to me. “Were you listening before? Tomorrow, Sissy will show you how things get done.” With a cig in his mouth, he grabs me again, pulling me out of the slaughterhouse and bringing me to his parked truck. “I’ll cut off the zip-tie when we get back home.’’ He opens the passenger-side door, waiting for me to hop in. He shuts the door after me and flicks away his burned-out cigarette, reaching in his back pocket for another one. Johnny walks away as Sissy plops into the back seat. “Hi again sugar.” She says gleefully behind me.

 

Johnny and Bubba walk back, carrying each body on their shoulders, I swallow a lump as they chuck the bodies carelessly in the tray. Johnny, with another cigarette in his mouth, gets into the driver's seat, Bubba sits next to Sissy. Johnny chucks his packet of smokes and bloodied gloves from his back pocket onto the dash. He starts up the engine and changes gears, leaving the slaughterhouse behind. The drive is silent except for Sissy’s humming; Bubba stares out of his window while Johnny drives one handed flicking his finished cigarette out the window. I look back to the front, watching the high beam lights brighten up the dark landscape.

 

We turn onto a long dirt road leading up to a white, two-story house. Johnny parks the truck at the front and helps Bubba unload the bodies. Sissy goes to unlock the front door, leaving me alone. I thought of running when they took the bodies into the house. But I’m still zip-tied, so my chances of escaping now are extremely slim.

 

Johnny comes back to open my door and yank me out. He roughly drags me inside. I look around and notice a lot of bone decor, similar to the hanging bones in the slaughterhouse. I really hope it’s not human. I’m brought downstairs to a basement, Johnny opens this metal door, it makes a loud awful sound. He takes me to a small prison; Johnny stops to cut off the zip-tie, and I rub my sore wrists, trying to bring the blood to flow back. Johnny pushes me into the room, locking the door. It’s smells disgusting and damp.

 

“I'll be back to bring ya’ dinner.’’ He leaves upstairs, slamming that awful metal door. I sit down on the dirt floor and bring my knees to my chest. Dried-up cum is all over my thighs, making me feel gross. I started to cry. The last few hours have been horrid. I wish it was just a nightmare. The basement door slides open again. Snivelling, I stand to see who's down here. It’s that large man with the mask, Bubba; he walks over to the end of the basement, where I see Jessica and Nate’s hanging bodies, stomachs sliced open with their organs dropped into a metal tub. My hands shake as I cover my mouth in shock. Oh God! Bubba unhooks Nate and carries him over to a workbench littered with dirty tools. He grabs a hacksaw and begins to dismember Nate. I walk backwards into a corner, sliding down the wall. I started to breakdown. Is he harvesting them? Are these murderers cannibals? God, why did this happen? From sheer exhaustion, I lean my head back and pass out.

 

“Hey! Wake up!’’ My eyes shot open, searching for the yelling voice. It’s Johnny; he’s holding a white bowl with a spoon. He crouch’s down to my level and hands out the bowl for me to take. I hesitate because I am sceptical of the ingredients. “It’s pot roast; Sissy made it.’’ It does smell delicious, but I don’t wanna eat it. “I’m not hungry,” I told him in defiance. His eye twitches in annoyance, not liking my response. He grabs my hair roughly, craning my neck to stare at him. “Listen, I’m being really fucking nice here, so I ain’t gonna take any disrespect! You may be pretty, but I can easily get another woman who is just a tad more obedient to replace you.’’ His threat worked. I snatched the bowl and dug in, It was tasty. “Good girl.’’ He smiled, patting my head as I ate. He waits until I’m finished and leaves. Did I eat someone? Will I have to eat my friends? I have so many questions but right now the only thing that matters is staying alive. I don’t want to end up like Jessica and Nate.

Sometime later, Johnny comes back to let me out. “Follow me," I obeyed him, leaving the basement and following upstairs. He brings me to a bathroom. It has white broken tiles, a large bathtub with a shower head. He locks the door after I enter and turns the water on, letting it heat up. He throws off his top, giving a new view of his muscular body. I couldn’t help but stare. He has old scars lingering over his body more noticeably on his large pecs, he’s has light definition on his abdomen, and a defined v-cut. His body represents the result of hard work. He smirks at my staring, continuing he unbuckles his jeans, pulling them down. I quickly glance wanting to get a good look at his cock. It’s only semi-hard yet it’s still intimidating, how did it managed to fit inside me?

 

Johnny doesn’t move as he waits for me to undress. Not wanting to anger him again, I take off my dress, dropping the tattered material. I shiver in my naked form. He gently takes my hand and helps me into the shower. I hiss as the hot water makes my cuts sting. He grabs a plain bar of soap and starts lathering it up and down my body. Enjoying my little gasps as he squeezes my tits and glides his hands everywhere. He swaps us around so he goes under the water, his muscles flex as he relaxes, his head falling back, closing his eyes, while his hands run through his dark hair.

 

I won’t lie; just the sight of him is turning me on. Shit, why does he have to be so sexy? A murderer shouldn’t be sexy. Startling me out of my thoughts, he grabs my hand that’s holding the soap and moves it to his body, wanting me to wash him. Nervous, I don’t refuse, but I start out slowly around his stomach, leading up to his chest. This small action makes him rock hard. I see it pulse against his lower stomach just above his belly button, I bite my tongue scrubbing his body with both hands, massaging his chest and arms, feeling his muscles. The hot look he gives me sends a throb straight to my core. Water gently running down his handsome face. He brings my right soapy hand down to his cock, tugging it. “Come on baby, jerk my fucking cock.’’ I hesitate for a second, he squeezes my hand hard as a slight warning not to disobey. Wincing, I start to tug at his cock up and down, jerking him off. Groaning, he rocks his hips, shifting them into my hand, following my rhythm. “Good girl, play with my cock, just like that’’ He’s a head taller then me so when he grabs my chin to look at him I have to bend my neck back. “I bet your pussy’s dripping.’’

 

He swats my hand away and grabs my hips, bringing me in closer under the water so the soap starts rinsing off. He places his fingers below and, feels up my pussy, “I fucking knew it; you're such a needy whore, getting wet from jerking my cock off.’’ I grow shy at his words, wanting to hide my face from embarrassment. Johnny places his hands on the sides of my head and shoves his tongue down my throat. Heavily aroused, I kissed back, holding on to his shoulders. We start making out, our hot tongues wrestling with each other. His strong arms pick me up and shove me against the shower wall. I wrap my legs around his waist for balance while he lines his cock up thrusting it in my cunt without warning. I groan at the sudden intrusion: “Shhh, it’ll only take a second.’’ He says impatiently pounding into me. His hard cock reaches new places, making me moan desperately. The running water muffles the sounds of flesh clapping together. He grips my hips hard as he thrusts upward at a brutal pace. This time only focusing on his own release.

 

He leans back to watch my chest bounce. “Fuck, I love your tits.’’ He says with admiration as he slows down to suckle on each nipple. His obsession with my breasts is going to be the end of me. I start getting closer again until he stops, suddenly cumming inside me. “Ah,’’ he lets out a little moan as he fills my throbbing cunt. I look at him in disappointment, I was so close to cumming. He grins playful at me. He places me down as we go back to washing, I silently fume as my pussy and clit pulse from neglect.

 

We dry ourselves, and he puts on new, clean clothes similar to his older ones, but the shirt is blue. He hands me a white summer dress. “One of Sissy’s.’’ He tells me, “any underwear?’’ I question. He just sends an amusing smile and shakes his head. “That's a privilege, sweetheart.’’ Great; it wouldn’t have been bad if the dress wasn’t so short. If I bend over too far, I’ll flash my goods.

 

Johnny leads away to what seems to be his room. Everything is old and wooden; including a worn-out bed barely big enough for two people. He lays down on it and pats his side, signalling me to sit. I lay down on his bed as he sits up going in between my legs, pushing up my new dress. “I like the easy access.’’ He tells me right before sucking on my swollen clit. “Nnnnh.’’ I moan breathlessly finally having some relief. His two middle fingers slide in and set a steady pace. I spread my legs wider for him, still turned on from the shower fuck. He shoves his tongue flat against my nub, licking it up and down. I push his head further into me, thrusting against his face; this spurs him on as his fingers speed up. I cum on his face, my head thrown back, as my hands grip the sheets tight. I rut into him as he licks up all my juices.

Just when I thought we were done he thrusts his fingers back into me. I try to close my legs and wiggle away from the overstimulation but Johnny forces them open. He lets out a deep chuckle at the tears rolling out my eyes, I clench on his thick fingers as he puts his thumb on my sensitive clit, rubbing it in slow circles. I still hold onto the sheets while lifting up my hips, trying to chase my second release. He hears my needy whines and speeds up, swapping to his other thumb to rub my clit faster while his opposite hand continues finger fucking me. “Fuck, Johnny please don’t stop.’’ I beg him as I cum around his fingers. I gasp at the abruptness of my second orgasm. My legs shake from the intensity. Johnny pulls his hands away from me as I turn to the side, squeezing my legs trying to relieve the sensations.

 

He casually stands up walking to the desk across the room grabbing a cig, lighting it. Cig in mouth he undresses, getting ready bed. I watch him smoke, flicking the ashes in a tray on the desk. When I finally calm down he’s finished the cigarette, he turns of a lamp comes to lay down behind me, getting comfortable. He wraps one arm around my waist and helps me take of my dress letting it drop to the floor, So both of us now naked. “I'll set up a room for you soon; for now, you’ll stay with me.’’ He speaks softly. I try to get comfortable on the small bed wiggling slightly. “You keep moving like that and I’m going to fuck you again.” He threatens squeezing me tight. I freeze, too sensitive to test his patience.

“Hey Johnny?” I gently whisper his name. The only response I get is snoring, now left with no distractions I go back to my thoughts. I feel guilty knowing I’ve been enjoying Johnny’s company too much, I shouldn’t feel this comfortable with him but the more he cuddles into me the more my eyes feel heavy, I start to fall sound asleep in the arms of a killer.

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— “ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭. ” | Johnny Slaughter x Female Reader.

Headcanon. My take on a nsfw alphabet with Johnny.

Notes. English isn't my native language so typos and grammar issues are likely.

Warnings. This fic is nsfw, minors dni please. Canon gore and cannibalism mentioned.

Enjoy. I hope you enjoy the content. Much love, Cherry. 🍒

- A. Aftercare, what are they like after sex?

On rare occasions will he cuddle or hold you. After quickies he'll give you a peck on your face or slap your ass and tell you that you've "been a good girl and should go back to your other chores". Or if its after proper sex he might just fall asleep.

- B. Body part, what is their favorite body part on their partner and themselves.

Johnny takes pride in just how strong he is, his arms are probably his favorite part. Especially since he can use them to hold or choke you. His favorite body part of yours is your thighs, he goes wild for them. Also he loves your ass.

- C. Cum, anything to do with cum.

Johnny likes to cum in you, on you, or have you swallow his cum. Depends on his mood. Though no matter where he cums, he likes to make a little show of it and appreciate his own work.

- D. Dirty secret, what's a dirty secret of theirs?

Not the dirtiest of secrets; Johnny could and have had his twisted fantasies come to life before with victims, but he truly likes it when you get all suggestive trying to initiate intimacy or suggest new things to try (usually he is the one telling you he's horny). He wouldn't let a soul know that he enjoys that side of you though.

- E. Experience, how much experience they have?

Johnny has experience sleeping with girls, but they are usually victims he fucks for his own pleasure before slaughtering them for supper, so he isn't very good at first with making you feel good about the sex.

- F. Favorite position, what is their favorite position?

Johnny is always in the dominating position. He likes the power he feels over you. He's top position would be the "low doggy style".

- G. Goofy, are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous?

Johnny's pretty serious in bed and outside of it. However if something funny happens he won't hold back. However usually the only laugh you'll hear from him during sex is a mocking one whilst he talks nothing but filth to your ears.

- H. Hair, how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drape?

Johnny has a bush that he trims for maintenance and some hair creeps up towards his lower belly. The hair is thick and as dark, matching the hair he features on his head and other body parts.

- I. Intimacy, how romantic are they during the moment.

Johnny is selfish, he mostly thinks of his own pleasure and he is overall very rough and fast. Sometimes he tries to be a little more giving and romantic towards you with some role play and directing the attention towards your pleasure.

- J. Jack off, masturbation headcanon.

Since he now has you he's prefer to do you instead of jacking himself off but if he can't have you for any reason he has no problem to jack off and relief himself.

- K. Kink, one or more of their kinks.

Johnny is a man of many kinks, here are to name a few; light age play (likes to be called daddy by you and in return nickname you baby girl), bondages and blindfolds, dominating, humiliating and dirty talks, knife play, and public & outdoor sex (the thrill of getting caught makes him feral).

- L. Location, favorite places to fo it.

As long as the family isn't at risk of seeing the two of you he'd fuck you anywhere. I'd still say his shed and his truck- which no one else is allowed to use, are his favorite places as he just feel even more so that you belong to him.

- M. Motive, what turns them on.

He gets turned on pretty easily, he strikes me as a generally horny guy. Usually by the end of a hunt or execution he'd get all worked up and would try and seek you out to help him. If you wore some nicer clothes he'd get turn on seeing you all pampered up. Or if you are acting a bit needy he gets turned on. Y/N has no problem turning this guy on.

- N. No, what is a turn off and absolute no?

Johnny will never let you dominate him or for him to be submissive to you in any way, shape, or form. Also Johnny won't share you.

- O. Oral, oral headcanon.

Johnny loves receiving more than giving. Sometime a blow job in the middle of his work day can energize him and help him focus more on the hunts or chores he does for the rest of the day. He isn't a huge fan of eating you out simply because he always puts himself first, including his pleasure. He will eat you out during special occasions, and will make sure you are overstimulated and that you'll be a good girl and cum for him a few times on those nights.

- P. Pace, do they go rough and fast, or slow and sensual?

Johnny can't be gentle nor slow. It's not who he is. He likes to go fast and hard. Every now and then he'd slow down for some rougher trusts but he'd go back to a faster pace not faster after. They only time he slows down is when you give him a blow job, even then he might just up the pace and fuck your brains out.

- Q. Quickie, their opinion on quickies, how often, etc.

Johnny honestly enjoys quickies, depending on what chores he has to do that day, he'd more often than not seek you out in the middle of his day for either a quickie or a blow job. Quickies, however, don't come at the expense of a good, full on session, they are a bonus.

- R. Risk, are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?

Johnny doesn't mind risks or experimenting new things as long as it doesn't involve the family or give you any form of power over him.

- S. Stamina, how long do they last and how many rounds can they go for?

Johnny can go for hours, it depends on his mood and the environment. But when he fully goes at it it lasts for at least an hour or so, he can also go for multiple rounds.

- T. Toys, do they own any? and how do they feel about them.

Johnny doesn't own any toys, and since you didn't plan to be captured by the slaughter family on your way to your camping trip, you didn't bring with you any- that's if you had some. Johnny however isn't necessarily against them, he doesn't particularly need them and stealing them when he visits the city for necessities is not worth it for him.

- U. Unfair, how much do they like to tease?

Johnny likes to tease you in and out of bed- he's pretty unfair but he just likes how you react to him teasing you.

- V. Volume, how loud are they, what kind of sounds do they make?

Johnny does not keep quiet, and with how good he does you you can't really keep quiet either. He groans a lot more than he moans, and he laces a lot of dirty talking with his bedroom sounds.

- W. Wild card, a random headcanon for this character.

Johnny isn't a fan of condoms. He usually goes in raw and needed to ask Sissy for help a few times to craft you from her flower and botany knowledge a knockoff plan b.

- X. X-Ray, headcanon for what's under their clothes.

Johnny is packing, probably around 7 inches, fairly thick and kinda veiny. Not to forget he is also packing in his rear side *wink wink*.

- Y. Yearning, how high is their sex drive?

Johnny's sex drive is pretty high, but he can also hold back if he needs to.

- Z. Zzz, how fast are they to fall asleep afterwards.

After a quickie Johnny gets a boost of energy from the sexual relief, but after a proper session- which he can just go at for hours, he fairly quickly falls asleep. Sleep after sex is some of the best sleep he experiences.

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— “ 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲. ” | Johnny Slaughter x Female Reader.

Oneshot. Based off this post by @abundance-of-fic-reblogs.

Notes. English isn't my native language so typos and grammar issues are likely.

Warnings. This fic is sfw. Canon kidnapping, cannibalism and gore mentioned, along with arranged marriage and children.

Enjoy. I hope you enjoy the content. Much love, Cherry. 🍒

You were supposed to be just another victim. You and your friend group's car broke down and the only sign of life near by was the rundown gas station. Luckily- or so you thought, it was still open and there was and older gentleman working the counter.

It became a blur, you don't even remember how you ended up tied in someones basement. A loud rev of a chainsaw woke you up followed with a scream that sounded like it belonged to one of your friends. You panicked trying to break free from the ropes restraining you from leaving. A scream escaped your lips as you felt a firm hand on your back. "Now, now, no need to be so scared, darlin'. Be quiet, and I'll take you to a safer place." The man said. He picked you up and carried you over his shoulder. Despite not knowing who he is, you didn't resist, too scared to disobey. Johnny doesn't know waht came over him. He initially went there to grab you and bring you straight to Leatherface's lair, where you'd be met with the same fate as your friends. But when put his hand on your back and that small yet terrified scream escaped your lips he look into your eyes. For the first time Johnny didn't feel the desire to kill, no, he desired other things. And now here he was taking you to his shed. He dropped you down and made up a little corner for you, "hide here for now darlin', should be safe. I'll come check on you. But don't you dare go away they're out there and I won't be able to help ya'." The man, who you'd later come to know as Johnny, said; leaving you behind.

Time wasn't as kind as you'd wish, you never got to go home. Instead Johnny had managed to keep you as his "girlfriend" meaning he's family dinner directly harmed you. You spent most of your time in his shed, he only let you in the house if he was there with you. You could even tell if he had locked you in his shed everyday because of some twisted fantasy or because he genuinely thought his family is out to get you and did it as a means of protection. Anything was possible with him, or his family. You couldn't even begin to understand them and why they behaved the way they did. Nancy, Johnny's mom, scared you the most. You definitely thought she was plotting your murder. She never spoke to you, but she would and continues to speak of you, even infront of you, and it is never kind things she has to say about you. Johnny would sometimes argue with her, but it was never necessarily to defend you, but rather his decision for wanting to keep you. "You are my boy Johnny, I know you better than you know yourself. She is distracting you away from the family." Nancy scolded him during dinner, with you and they entire family present. You kept your head low and ate quietly as you did every night. Not wanting to give her anymore reasons to kill you. "She's nothing but trouble, you could find even whores who will provide what she does and more. You can do better my boy, I don't want you settling down for something like that when you can do better." Nancy insulted you once again, "I think she's nice and pretty!" Sissy randomly said, you turned to look at her, no one in the family had ever stood up for you except for Johnny. You smiled at Sissy as your cheeks got a bit pink, but then you heard Nancy growl under her teeth so you quickly lowered your head and pretended to not exist anymore. As Nancy was about to talk some more shit, the older man from the gas station that you visited before being kidnapped, spoke: "as long as Johnny doesn't spring no love child around here, she don't bother us. If he gets too distracted imma smack that Johnny boy of yours in the head!". Suddenly, Johnny stood up, his eyes lit up and he made his way towards you. Resting his hands on your shoulders, you looked up at him, you locked eyes for a brief moment before you followed his gaze towards Nancy. "Mother." Johnny said, "I know you are looking out for me but there's just some needs of mine you can't fulfill. If you really love me you won't be mean to the woman I choose now, would you?" Nancy took a breath before starting to say, "of course not Johnny, I love you and am so proud of you. You are my bo-" but Johnny cut her off before she continued, "then ma', how 'bout I marry Y/N, and after she'll become part of the family, we can give ya' a mini Johnny? You can help raise him! It'll also keep the family going ya' know? We always gotta put family first, but Y/N is family, let her be your family too!" You nearly choked on your food as he spoke, sure you too have been intimate already, it was one of the reasons he kept you alive. You've accepted the fact that you are never going back home, and this is your family now, but aside from Johnny only Sissy really made any efforts to make you feel welcomed. Nancy looked at Johnny, she gave a thought to his words, he wasn't wrong. The family eventually needed to grow, you and Johnny would be the perfect ones to do so, and unlike Johnny she was now to old to raise a child all on her own, but motherhood- no matter how twisted her version of it was, did fill in the void she tended to feel. She walked up and extended her hand out to you. You shook it, feeling safe to do so since Johnny was right at your side. "Welcome to the family." She said, "I can't believe it! We are going to have a wedding! Can I help with making the dress?" Sissy said with puppy eyes and excitement you've never seen her express before. Everyone seemed excited and welcomed you to the family.

"Congratulations, you are now Y/N Slaughter." Johnny whispered in your ear that night when you both rested in his bed. You just looked into his eyes, as twisted as this relationship was, you have grown in love with this man. Maybe life won't be too bad afterall, you thought to yourself. You gave Johnny a peck on the lips and whispered "goodnight, hubby." Then closed your eyes and curled up besides him.

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