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lil-spider · 8 months

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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.

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gxthicwxrm · 6 months

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The Beginning Of The End- Johnny Slaughter

Character(s): Johnny Slaughter, Sissy Slaughter, Nubbins Slaughter, reader

Summary: The reader has lost her memories, and Johnny and the family are determined to remind her where she belongs.

Credit to @creepling for the idea. Their post is here.

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With feet pounding against the dirt path, you dart down the driveway of the house you've been kidnapped and tortured. Petrified and paranoid, you look over your shoulder to see your fear is confirmed: a blonde, slender woman and a brunette muscular man following behind you, only a few paces away from grabbing you. Pushing harder, you kick dirt behind you as you zone in on the fence ahead of you, running as fast as your injuries allow. 'I can do this. I'm going to make it out of there.' You thought as you closed the distance between yourself and freedom. 'I'm going to make it home.'

You hear the electricity zapping before you see the sparks, but that doesn't waver you. 'I'll make the jump.' You've made your decision, feet slapping the ground.

As you came up to the fencing, you prepared yourself and went to dive past the fencing, only to get electricity pulsing through your body as you were thrown backward and hit the ground hard. A loud crack rings in your ears as pain swells from the back of your head. Gasping, the air in your lungs leaves with a single whoosh, still inching towards the fence. Everything is a blur as you look around. Nothing makes sense. Where are you again? Who are these three people around you? Why are they laughing and not helping you? All you knew was you had to keep moving, unsure of why but determined to proceed.

Digging your digits into the ground, you start crawling toward the exit. Your hand stumbles onto the metal sheet of electricity, and a hot, numbing blackness takes over.

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Pain.

All you could feel was pain. Heat covers your body like a blanket, suffocating you. Your eyes feel like someone has placed weights on them, too heavy to open them. A sharp, prickling sensation wraps over your head, pulsing, as you attempt to move your hand, triggering a tingling pain to shoot up your arm, stopping your movements as a groan of pain leaves your dried lips.

"Oh J, it seems like our guest is awake!" A woman's voice sings to your right. Footsteps fill the silence around you when whatever was covering your eyes is suddenly lifted.

First, all you see is the bright white of the overhead light shining down, blinking the sting away as your eyes adjust to the new environment. Looking around, you notice the woman you presume was talking: a blonde-haired woman standing on your bedside with her hand resting on your shoulder, a small comfort. With much effort, you give the woman a slight smile that probably looked like a grimace, a dull ringing in your ears sending sharp pains into your skull. If you weren’t so out of it, you would’ve questioned the subtle raise of the woman’s brow before she quickly smiled back.

“Where am I?” You croak. The woman hesitates for a moment before nodding.

“You had an accident, but you are okay now. You are safe.” Her voice is soft and comforting, a contrast to the blinding light. Squinting, you move your head to the side the blonde stood on. “Oh, Dear, let me turn that off.” The woman rushes to the side of the room and flicks a switch by the door before setting something down on the table near the door—a flash of white cloth and glass.

“Thank you.” You mumble, looking around the strange room. “May I ask you something without sounding rude?” You ask, causing the short woman to pause before slowly facing you as a mysterious glint clouds her eyes that were not there before.

“Ask away.” She says, taking small steps toward me.

“Are you my family?” The woman pauses, her eyes wide as her mouth opens and closes, seemingly unsure.

“Yes, you are.” A husky voice says to your left; a tall, dark-haired man walks in the door, followed by a slightly shorter man with a uniquely shaped birthmark on his face. The taller, more muscular man strides to your side, reaching for your hand.

“B-Baby? How are you feeling?” The man asks, sitting on your bed as you hear a soft scoff behind the brown-eyed man before you. Even through the piercing headache, you could see his sharp, defined features and dark eyes you could get lost in. ‘Who was this man?’ You asked yourself as you took in his beauty.

“Who are you?” you ask.

“Do you remember your name?” He asks, surprising you, but you thought about it. After a moment of concentration, it came off you.

Y/N, Y/N L/N.

“Yes, Y/N.” You answer as a look flashes across his face before a smile replaces it.

“Good. Good. What else do you remember?” He prods, his thumb drawing shapes on your hand as his other rests on your blanketed thigh. Taking more time to comb through your brain, you try hard to conjure up any memory but sigh when you cannot. Tears slowly fill your eyes as you look between the three strangers who weren’t strangers, looking for answers you knew they didn’t have.

“I can’t remember anything. Why can’t I remember? Who are you? What happened to me?” Your voice rasps as you raise your voice slightly.

“I’m Johnny. I’m your boyfriend. This is Sissy and Nubbins.” He gestures to the other two.

“You were cooking and fainted, hitting your head pretty hard on the coffee table. The water burns your hands and feet a bit, but the d-doctors” He glances to Sissy, who nods before turning back to you. “-said that they will heal nicely.” He finishes with a reassuring smile.

“I fainted?” You ask. Could it be that simple?

“Yes.” He says, squeezing your hand.

“Let’s let your girlfriend rest up, boy. Let’s go catch dinner since you let ours go.” The man called ‘Nubbins’ sneered at Johnny, earning a glare from the taller man. Johnny turns back to you as Nubbins walks into the hall.

“I’ll be back after a while. When I get back, we’ll go home, baby.” He promises, quickly placing a kiss on your forehead before stomping off. Home? Wasn’t this home?

“Johnny has- You and Johnny have your own place. This is the…family house. He lives by the Junkyard. You’ll love it again.” She says as she hands you a glass with two white pills. “Hear. It’s late, and you need rest.” She says

“What is it?” You eye the pills.

“Pain management.” She responds quickly, pushing the glass to your lips. With a nod, you take the pills and swallow them down. The cool water coats your dry throat, bringing life back into your body. Walking toward the door, Sissy stops, hand on the frame.

“If you need anything, scream.” She says before following the two men, leaving you alone to try to think of anything you remember, but it only brings you waves of pain instead of memories. With a sad sigh, you close your eyes, allowing sleep to take you away.

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Hey guys! This is my first Slasher and Slaughter fic!!! This is the first part of a potential series. Let me know what yall think!!

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anaflcres · 6 months

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Born To Die | Sonny Williams

“When I get out of here- No. When we get out of here,”

1/8 character board for my story “Born To Die”, a tcm fan fiction. coming soon.

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xxcocothekillerxx · 6 months

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Behind Locked Doors

Pairing: Johnny slaughter x FemReader

Summary: Y/N recently moved into a somewhat small town, Newt, In Texas with her father. Y/N's father thought this would be a good opportunity for them, since things got rough back in California. Little do they know the trouble that awaited them..

!THIS CHAPTER DOESN'T CONTAIN NSFW!

Warning: This series will contain 18+ content & material! NSFW situations and possibly TRIGGERING topics such as- Depression, stalking, blood & gore, manipulation, mention of kidnapping and small amounts of self-harm, such as scars/cuts.

{{ Please proceed with care if you're sensitive to ANY of these topics }}

Author's Note: This is my first time really writing NSFW stories / stories in general. Tips and tricks on how to improve my writing and overall layout are welcome, though keep it respectful please. Other than that please enjoy! 💋

💋Chapter 2: The Roller Rink💋

It was night time and you were just getting done showering and brushing your hair, your clothes sat on the bathroom counter as you brushed your teeth. You looked at yourself through the mirror, hugging the towel to your body with one hand while the other kept brushing your teeth. 'this night is gonna be amazing' you thought to yourself as you finished brushing your teeth and dried yourself off with the towel completely, you placed the towel down on the counter and began to dress yourself for the night. You put on a Navy blue, cropped halter top with white floral patterns across the chest along with plain frayed jeans and a white leather belt and shoes.

You felt ready to finally get out And party with the new friends you made back in town earlier that day, like the old days in California. You smiled to yourself as you did light and simple makeup and finally walked out the bathroom into your room, you walked into your room to put a little bit of perfume on. As you got finished getting ready you looked out your window, towel hugged close to your body, and looked down the road. It was reasonably dark outside but still bright enough to see the road…you felt your mouth open slightly and your lip began to tremble, the hairs on the back of your neck starting to stand on end as you watched a figure suddenly, yet slowly slip back into the sunflower field on the other side of the road adjacent to your house. You step away from the window quickly and feel yourself shake and tremble slightly, your hands shaking and mind wandering as you knew your father was downstairs and no one would be here at this time of night slightly out of town. You hoped that it was just your mind playing a trick on you from the hot shower as you quickly turn the water on and splash your face with ice cold water, you regain yourself and quickly run downstairs to your father, where he sat on the couch reading a book while waiting for you, his little radio quietly playing the local News.

His eyes quickly perked up to see you and his face grew a quick smile as he set his book down on the couch next to him. "I'll drop ya' off, but no later than 12pm.. alright sweetie?" He said while giving a somewhat serious and stern look, you never really gave your father trouble but you understood his concerns and simply nodded. Your father's face went from stern and serious to warm and happy with a big smile, he quickly fixed his glasses and grabbed his keys off the end table and got up. "Ready?" He said, tilting his head slightly towards the door. "Yes sir" you nod, Walking to the door and opening it. The night air quickly hits your face and sends a shiver through your body, your father quickly throws his leather jacket on you with a slight smirk knowing you probably needed it. You two quickly hop into the car and your dad drives down the dark road with his window slightly down, you watch the sunflowers under the moonlight zoom by as you drive. The thought of that figure rushes into mind and makes your brows furrow in worry, though the radio quickly snaps you back to reality as it plays sudden rock music. You chuckled as you watched your father hum and tap the steering wheel to the beat of the music, your eyes wandering back over to the sunflower field. The thought staining the back of your mind as you watched the smear of yellow from the sunflowers zoom by, the moonlight making the shine and nearly glow.

As you and your father ride into town, very few street lights are on and only the gas station and church are the main source of lights for passer Byers, however the roller rink has their party lights on, the flashes of colors can be seen clearly through the windows of the building. You can also see a decent amount of people inside and hear the faint muffled sound of music. You wait for your dad to park before getting out and telling him you love him and you'll see him later. He gives you a large smile, "be safe sweetie!" He nervously says before waving goodbye and pulling out of the parking spot and driving off back home. You stand there for a moment, the cold air hitting your skin and the night ambience fills your ears with crickets and owls and the muffled sound of music from inside the roller skate rink. You quickly take a deep breath before walking up to the doors of the building and walk inside, you're quickly filled with the smell of popcorn, soda and other kinds of foods such as hotdogs, burgers and fries while the boys behind the counter quickly gave you an almost robotic and scripted greeting.

"Hello ma'am, welcome to RollerSkate jinx, Let our beats take you to new heights on the rinks..." he said with the most straightest and bored face in the world, you almost felt bad for the kid as he gave you the most expressionless face possible and was waiting for you to pay and get your shoes. "Uh… thanks.." you nervously said, looking around you quickly spotted Connie, Ana and Julie. Two boys seem to also be standing with them, quickly Connie spots you and jogs over from their table and over to the entrance where you stood. "She's with us!" She says, joy filling her voice as she greets you with a hug. You pick out your skates and walk back over to the table with Connie, setting your skates on the floor. "We already paid for everything! But meet the boys! This is Leland and Sonny! They wanted to meet you when we told them about you Y/N!" Julie chimbed in, and a wide smile on her face as she introduced you to the two boys. Sonny gave a nervous wave as he scratched the back of his neck before quickly shoving both his hands into his pockets, while Leland quickly and confidently took your hand in a shake. Leland had a large smile wiped across his face as he greeted you, "nice to meet you Y/N, hope you've been liking it around here so far" he laughed as he gently let go of your hand and backed away slightly, a warm smile on his face.

Everyone chats with each other and drinks their pop-sodas and eats their hotdogs, while you quietly sit there nibbling at your hotdog when you suddenly feel that same feeling you felt back at the house, the feeling of being watched again. The hairs on your neck slightly stand on edge as your eyes dart around the building, looking at the groups of people before your eyes quickly landed on a young man looking at you. As soon as your eyes locked with his, the man looked away quickly, his brown slicked back hair went down to the middle of his neck, little strands of hair covered his forehead slightly. You noticed he had scars scattered around his face and shoulders, he was decently muscular and tall. He wore a worn down black muscle shirt with slightly torn faded out blue jeans and work boots, he looked like he belonged on a farm more than a Roller skating rink because you also noticed he was wearing yellow gloves for whatever reason. He did not look like someone who should be here, your eyes wandered back up towards his face when you noticed he was staring at you once again, his eyes nearly burning a hole into your body which made you quickly look away in embarrassment and resume eating your hotdog.

You still felt the man's eyes staring at you, nearly burning through you. You almost felt a sweat start to form on your forehead before you felt a hand land on your shoulder, you never jumped so hard as you turned to smack the hand until you realized, "oh.. hey Leland" you quickly felt yourself settle down and relax as you looked up at Leland, who was giving you a concerned and confused look as you were practicing nose deep in your hot dog. "You alright Y/N? Look like you've seen a ghost" he laughed, a smile resting on his lips as he stood there, you looked behind him briefly to see if the man was still there.. and of course, he wasn't. You quickly brought your attention back up to Leland and gave a half smile, "guess you could say that heh.." you embarrassingly said to him, looking back down at your half eaten hot dog. Leland sat across from you in the booth and tilted his head to try and meet your gaze, a warm smile on his face as he gently placed a hand on your forearm.

"I gotcha'... Look, the girls and Sonny went onto the floor to do some skating! You wanna join' em with me Y/N?" He suggested as he sat back in the booth, you nodded yet slightly embarrassed since you really didn't know how to skate. "I- uh.. I'm not good at roller skating.." you almost looked down in shame before Leland used his hand to quickly lift your chin up to meet his gaze, "Hey! Hey.. I can teach cha' if you want? I don't mind" he gave you a friendly smile as he pulled his hand away, you felt your cheeks flush a light shade of pink before you nodded to him. You started to put your skates on and finished tying them, Leland already having his own on, was waiting for you right by your side in case you stumbled. You stand up and held on to Lelands arm, he gives you a gentle smile and reassurance as he gently places his other hand on the lower part of your back to keep you stable, it only makes your face blush harder and uncontrollably. "Alright, it's all about balance.. don't panic, ok?" He explained with a joyful and friendly smile on his face, you nodded and let Leland roll you over to the floor. Leland held your side tightly but gently, as you slowly took a step onto the floor with Leland quickly following suit. Leland continued to push you around slightly and teached you how to push with your feet and how to stop, after a while you got the hang of it, slowly, and soon held on to just Leland's hand to keep up as you joined the other. The girls are chatting with you and expressing their joy to have a new friend in the group. Leland was joking around with Sonny and Punching Sonny's shoulder playfully and laughing together, you couldn't help but smile as you felt at home for once.

Few hours pass into the night, an hour before midnight when your father is supposed to pick you up and the group calls it a night and picks up their stuff from the table and booth. Together you and the group walk out the building and sit on the concrete stairs, Connie and Julie giggling with each other and waving their goodbyes to everyone before heading home. Sonny shakes your hand once again and thanks you for coming before also leaving, Ana smiles and gives you a hug "thank you so much Y/N for coming!.. it's nice to have someone new like you to hangout with!.. but goodnight y'all! And get home safe" she says, a warm smile on her face as she waves goodbye before finally walking off. You chuckled to yourself as everyone left except Leland, who stood next to you and turned to face you.

"So..Y/N, I just wanted to say thank you"

"For what ya goof?" You couldn't help but laugh slightly.

"For hanging out and stuff.. you're pretty chill for a girl" he playful punches your shoulder as he gives a soft smirk towards you. You smile and nod, you two continue to chat for a little while before Leland starts to yawn. "I should probably get going then huh? Haha" he chuckled, "probably yes.. my father should be here soon, and I'm sure he'd kill me if he saw me with a boy" you laughed, gently pushing at Leland's shoulder, Leland laughs back in response as he crosses his arms. "I ain't that bad!.." he states before taking a step forward and leaning slightly down to meet your gaze, making it so only a few inches are between your faces. You felt your face quickly turn red as his hot breath hit your lips as now you were slightly forced to look into Leland's eyes, a dumb smirk whipped across his lips. Your eyes started to dart between his eyes and down to his mouth as Leland leaned in slightly closer towards you, his eyes becoming hooded as his focus turned to your lips. His hands wandered to end up on your hips, which caused your breath to sharpen and to gently place your hands onto his chest. Your body felt flustered and panicked before you quickly pushed away from him, your eyes slightly wide and nervousness filling your body as your heart raced and pounded through your chest. Leland was caught off guard before his eyes widened and his face flushed red, "i-i'm so sorry!..." He Yelled, embarrassed as he quickly turned away from you to hide his face. You couldn't help but chuckle, "it's not funny… I shouldn't have done that!" Leland protested, his back completely facing towards you.

You place a hand gently onto his back, quickly feeling his body tense up, "it's ok Leland…It was a simple mistake" you gave a warm smile as he turned his head to face you, he looked at you over his shoulder in an attempt to still hide his obviously reddened and flustered face. "Why don't we call it a night?" You say, giving a reassuring smile as he fully turns to face you. He nodded before giving you a quick hug, he took a deep breath to calm himself before he said his goodbye and can't wait til the next hangout before leaving and heading off to home himself. You go to turn around before you hear Leland shout, "BE SAFE!" You heard him yell, making you giggle to yourself. Giving yourself a smile and you felt your cheeks blush, you felt like a little school girl with a dumb crush as you giggled to yourself and jumped around a little. You quickly calmed yourself down and then sat down on the concrete stairs as you waited for your father to come, you had thirty minutes until then however so you felt almost bored as you sat there. You started to get cold as you had forgotten your father's jacket in the car stupidly, hugging yourself and rubbing your arms to keep yourself warm. You suddenly felt a heavy fabric hit your shoulders from behind, you jumped up from the sudden action and felt that same stare from before.. that burning stare on the back of your neck as you slowly turned to look at the person who gave you their jacket, you almost felt your stomach dropped at you look up at the young man who you caught staring at you back in the roller rink. The man leaned against the bricked wall of the roller rink building lighting a cigarette, his dark wild eyes lit up from the flame of the lighter.

"Uhm.. thanks!" You say gently, your voice almost a whisper. The man raised his eyebrow before darting his eyes over to you as he held the cigarette with his thin lips. He stayed silent but gave a quick nod before looking somewhere off into the distance and his hands shoved haphazardly into the pockets of his jeans, his face gently lit by the moon light and colors of pink and blue giving a back light to him from the roller rink behind him. You give a cough to grab his attention before once again speaking, a little more loudly than before "thank yo- '' you were quickly cut off by him stepping forward towards you, giving a stern look of annoyance. "I heard ya'.." he annoyingly muttered to you, his arms crossed as looked down on you and furrowed his brows, giving him an almost angry expression. You felt a little shocked by his attitude towards you as you gave an annoyed huff and crossed your arms. "Well then mister…can I ask your name at least without getting cut off?" You annoyingly spat, arms still crossed as you slightly tilted your head like an angry parent who's waiting for a poor me up excuse from their child. Your tone seemed to catch the man slightly off guard but seemed to also piss him off at the same time as he quickly stepped dangerously close to you and leaned his head down to try and tower over you, a snarl appeared on his lips as he gritted his teeth together as if he was holding back from saying something he shouldn't. "Johnny.." he growled, still leaning in heavily close to you to the point you can basically feel his breath on your face. It smelled like iron and cigarette smoke, you felt your lips unintentionally curl downward in slight disgust and Johnny seemed to notice and his eyes quickly shot down from your eyes to your lips. "So.. Johnny.." you backed up to create space between you and him before quickly finding the words of confidence, "why were ya' staring daggers into me?" You quickly felt a frog in your throat as his form didn't grow angry but instead a cocky grin appeared on his face as he stood straight up and crossed his arms. "No reason… just never seen a pretty thing like you round here~" he chuckled, a wild glint behind his eyes, you almost couldn't tell what he was thinking and it slightly off put you as you felt your body tense.

Something about this boy made you nervous, either from how close he decided to get to you or how fast he changed his expressions, or maybe it was his cockyness from being caught that didn't make him feel embarrassed in the slightest. A large wave of relief hit you however as you saw your father park on the side of the road and a honk coming from the car, you quickly walked over to your father who was sitting in the car still and gave him a hello and a warm smile.

"Who's your friend sweetie?" You father smiled as you felt a large hand grip onto your shoulder, a wave of nervousness washed over you as before you even got a word out, Johnny quickly cut you off and leaned down to look at your father, his facial expression completely changed into a almost innocent and warm smile as he greeted your father. "Hello! You must be Y/N's father!.. pleasure to meetcha, I'm just a 'friend' of hers" he hummed, your face felt awfully pale and cold as he spoke your name. 'You never told him your name..' you thought to yourself, your palms felt slightly sweaty. However your father gave a warm smile to Johnny, not really questioning anything and shook the young man's hands. You quickly walked over to the passenger side door and got in, a blank expression on your pale face as you sat there, your father quickly nudged your arm and tilted his head towards Johnny to basically tell him goodbye and to be nice to your friends. You gulp before you simply nod at Johnny and give a half smile as you wave goodbye, you feel your heart sink as Johnny gives a devilish grin towards you and basically waved at you with his fingers. "See ya soon…Y/N~" he said before backing up away from the car, quickly you watched his expression change from the almost evil and wild look he gave you to a sweet and gentle smile as he waved goodbye to your father.

The car ride home was silent for most of the way, with the local music station quietly playing in the background. You stared at the sunflower field as it passed by, you felt your father's hand be gently placed onto your shoulder as he quickly gave side eyes and a soft smile. "Everything alright sweetie?..." He softly spoke, his voice calm and gentle. "Yea.." you mumbled, not really paying attention to the conversation with your father, you felt his hand pull away as he pulled into the driveway, the white house illuminated by the moonlight and warm light from inside. You took a deep sigh and slumped back into your seat, your father already out of the car to go unlock the front door. You get out of the car and take a quick glance back towards the sunflower field, the sound of owls and crickets singing in the wind as you start to make your way back to the house.

You can't help but think about that strange man Johnny. Him knowing your name without speaking to him… made you lay in bed for hours. 'See you soon..Y/N~' playing in the back of your head.

END OF CHAPTER 2

If you got this far I sincerely hope you enjoyed chapter 2! I promise things will start to pick up in chapter 3.. Other then that I hope you'll stay tuned! 💋💋💋

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//CHAPTER 3//

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rosysunsetz · 8 months

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i see u made a post about wanting to make johnny content 👀 i have a few ideas if you wouldn’t mind doing them !!

-johnny with reader around the rest of the family when they talk about killing her

-johnny when reader develops stockholm syndrome

-any general hcs you have?

thank uuu im starving for content💔🫶

consider it done thank you for the request💗

this will be him around the family when they talk about killing her

Sissy stabbed her food on her plate, bringing it to her mouth and chewing. She looked at Johnny, a question on the tip of her tongue. He recognized her look and rolled his eyes discreetly.

"So, Johnny, when are you going to kill that girl?" She asks him curiously. She eyes him down as she awaits his answer and watches as he stiffens for a second.

"It's none of y'er damn business. Stay out of it," He snapped.

Her jaw dropped in offense and she scoffed, dropping the question all together.

"You need to kill her soon." She reminds him.

He looks up from his plate and meets her eyes. "I will," He lied.

"You said that weeks ago,"

Johnny clenched his fork in anger and took a deep breath to calm himself.

"She's my problem and I'll do what I want with 'er."

Sissy suddenly perked up as a thought crossed her mind and she grinned mischievously.

"You like her, don't you?"

The brunette boy stiffened. "No." Sissy chuckled and shook her head.

"'Course you do. If you didn't, she wouldn't still be alive."

Johnny got up from his chair suddenly, his fork clanging as it hit his plate. "Just drop it." He said, walking to the basement where she was kept.

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Johnny sat at the kitchen table with the rest of his family as they ate in silence. Nubbins kept taking glances at Johnny and him and Sissy shared looks. Finally, Nubbins opened his mouth.

"We should kill that girl soon," He said, looking at Johnny as he uttered those words. Johnny clenched his jaw and shook his head.

"I'm not done with 'er yet." He reminded. Sissy hid a smile behind her hand and Drayton scoffed.

"We need to kill her, we're running out of food." The man said. Johnny made eye contact with him, his eyes filled with anger as his grip on his fork tightened.

"I'll find somebody else and bring them home."

Sissy ate her food silently as Nubbins and Drayton stared at him in disbelief.

"Why go through the hassle of getting another girl, when we have one here right now?" Drayton asked Johnny, his eyes scruntinizing him.

"Because... I'm not done with her yet. We're not killing her yet." Johnny would prefer they wouldn't kill her at all, but that would cause Drayton to be pissed and yell at him, and then Nubbins would follow like a pest.

Drayton shook his head in disappointment. "You got feelings for that damn girl, don't cha?"

Johnny gripped his fork tighter and looked down at his food. "No." He lied through his teeth. Drayton laughed hoarsely.

"Damn boy." He muttered under his breath.

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Accidental Prey(iii)

A/N: i have realized that I have a type in two different ways. If anyone has read or watched the outsiders, Johnny reminds me of the guy who plays Dallas Winston and when I first read the book and watched I have had a crush on him and his looks remind me of that. But also the Dead by Daylight version of ghost face also reminds me of Johnny personality wise which is a problem. The fictional men I am into are just MENACES. Also her name (Fawn) is based on her survival instincts (fight/flight/freeze/fawn) AND how helpless she is similar to a baby deer. ALSO I meant to post this WEEKS ago like beginning of October. I looked for chapter 4 for like 15 minutes before realizing I only posted 2 chapters. Anyways if whoever is reading this wants the next two chapters to come out quickly I will oblige. But just know the authors notes will be outdated because I don’t feel like changing them.

Tw: threats, mentions of murder, pregnancy, cursing, talks of cannibalism, gore, blood, fighting, main character is being held hostage. Abuse/abusive tendencies, physical fighting y’know dysfunctional family things.

Wc: 2.6k

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Upstairs turned into an absolute shitshow as soon as Johnny's feet touched the landing. Drayton immediately began yelling about the girl, and it made him want to blow up. He didn’t bother listening as he headed to the fridge to grab something to drink. The old man huffed and puffed as Johnny ignored him, causing everyone else to start getting antsy. “LISTEN WHEN I TALK TO YOU, BOY!”

Growling to himself, Johnny spins around, glaring right at his eldest brother, he wanted to attack him in a fit of rage. “DON’T YOU BOY ME OLD MAN!”

The two men stared at each other, daring the other to make a move. “That girl cannot be kept here.”

“Well she’s gonna be, so get over it.”

Drayton sighs, shaking his head. His fists were ghost white from how tightly he was balling them up, yet Johnny knew the man wouldn’t try anything against him. For a second he thought everything was going to calm down, but nothing ever seems to go his way as Nubbins begins yelling, himself.

“If you’re not gonna kill ‘er I will!” Johnny’s head snapped to look at him. Was he really going to try anything? “Look at what she did to my face!”

The man sounded absolutely distressed with how he whined, and looking at his face Johnny could see why. Nubbins’ face was covered in tiny scratches, they were bright red, with blood crusting over them. The scratches trailed down his face, onto his throat and chest, onto his arms and for a second Johnny almost changed his mind on just how defenseless his little mouse was. Maybe she would fight him back, it sure seems like she fought him. Or maybe she just disliked the son of a bitch enough to want to maim him. Chuckling, Johnny doesn’t bother to hide his smirk. “Sure does look like it hurts”.

Nubbins lunged at Johnny only to be pushed to the ground roughly. The man scrambled to get up quickly, attempting to lunge at Johnny again. Sissy screamed at him to stop, and Drayton didn’t bother to stop anything. “Try that again, I dare you”.

Instead of lunging again, Nubbins darted towards the stairs leading down into the basement. Gasping, Johnny chases after him, and he can hear the footsteps of his siblings behind him. Great, the shitshow can move downstairs. Not even an hour later, everyone is returning to the basement.

Getting there a second after Nubbins almost means that the mouse loses her life, he grabs the girl by her hair causing her to scream at the top of her lungs, she struggles against him, swinging her hands blindly in an attempt to get him off of her. Johnny sees red at the sight of him holding his property up by her hair. “Get off of me you FREAK!” She wiggles around violently, trying to escape his hold. Johnny lunges at Nubbins with his hands extended.

Everything moves too fast for his mind to process and just like Nubbins had the girl, he had grabbed him by the hair, yanking him away. Punching the top of his head, Johnny shoved him to the ground once again, threatening to end his life. The girl had stopped screaming, but was now cowering in the corner. “If ANYONE is going to end that girl's life it’s going to be ME!”

The girl gasps, and Johnny looks over at her for a second before he watches the girl turn to Sissy in fear. “Please don’t let him kill me! We met at the store, remember? We talked about-about brownies, about you baking a pie! You talked about your brothers! Remember?”

The second Johnny moves she cowers back again, staring at him with wide eyes. Again, the terror doesn’t make him feel as it usually does with other victims, he doesn’t feel that success, as if he got the biggest prize after hunting. He just feels…pity for her. “Please! I’m pregnant!” Her mouth moves as if she’s going to beg for her life, as if she’s going to say something else, yet she doesn’t.

Johnny, however, shuts down. Pregnant?

Well, at least they had to keep her now, he just had to figure out if it was his or not.

Fawn sobbed to herself stuck down in the basement. It was dank, there were bones and blood everywhere and her nose burned from how bad it smelled. Gagging, she pushes herself to the back of the mattress, trying to get comfortable enough that she could space out and ignore what was happening around her.

The only good thing was that she probably did no real damage to the baby, not having a baby bump to fall on, not really having that much of a baby to effect. And the fact that she felt nothing was wrong with her body other than the headache that was taking over her ability to think. She could hear something thudding upstairs, and for a second she had hoped that her parents sent police or her parents themselves were up there. Yet she knew, in her heart and in her brain she knew that there was no one up there that was looking for her. Her parents probably haven’t even noticed anything was wrong, she had to be back home by midnight and she doubted that it was even close to that, and even if they knew how would the police even be here? How would they know?

She sniffed, bringing her knees to her chest, watching as a large man entered the basement. For a second he seems surprised to see her, moving backwards in what she assumed to be surprise but when she thought more about it his movement mimicked fear or anxiety. Was she in his space? Looking around she sees bloody tools and a drawer and other tools and things lying around. He seemed to want to move to the desk that was directly across from her, but seemed awkward. Fawn didn’t dare speak though, not wanting to trigger the man or anything. So the two stared at each other in silence, blinking and sizing one another up as if they were two abused animals trying to make sure they won’t get maimed again.

Tired of just staring, Fawn resumes crying, letting her head fall into her knees. Everything has gone to shit in a matter of weeks, a few months ago she was content with her life, and now she was trapped in a musty ass basement after being kidnapped by strange people that keep threatening to kill her by talking amongst themselves as if she were just an animal or cattle that they had to get rid of. Everything was unnerving about these people. And now knowing the two she had spoken to in the store weeks earlier were taking part in this, she wondered if they had planned the whole thing. Though the man she had met seemed like he wanted her alive. But then again he probably was to blame, him and that girl.

Yelping, Fawn looks up in shock. The pressure on her head did not help the headache, but she could tell the man in front of her was trying his best to be gentle. Maybe he was uncomfortable with her crying in his space. He didn’t say anything, and jumped backwards after she made noise, just staring and making noises at her. Clearing her throat, she tries to offer a watery smile, hoping that if she got him on her side he could help her leave. “Thank you…” she said, blinking up at him. The man made a happy-ish noise and clapped his hands once, moving to the table across from her finally.

Even with how big he was he wasn’t really all that scary, at least not yet. Imagining him chasing her was terrifying enough to keep Fawn in check, not wanting to push her luck with the guy. He seemed to be non-verbal which she didn’t mind, but that could also be a reason to not choose him to manipulate. She wanted out, and needed out before she got too big to even try to escape. Then again, escaping seemed impossible, and a stupid move with a house full of people that would probably kill her given the chance.

The sound of stomping filled her ears and before she realizes it the metal door that they had left through slams open and the man in the green shirt flies through. Frowning, she can’t do anything but scream as he pulls her up by her hair. Angrily, she yells curses at him attempting to hit him with her tied up fists. “YOU FUCKING- YOU LOSER UGH! Get off of me you FREAK!”

Struggling against him, she begins to cry out of rage. She hated this man, and even if it took her dying, if she could she would take the dumbass with her. The man from the store snatched him off of her. Even in her gratitude, the way he snatched him away sent fear into her heart. The big man that was trying to comfort her earlier had his back against his work desk, staring in shock as the man shoved the other to the ground.

“If you ever touch that girl again I will string you up on one of them hooks and gut you like a fish.”

Staring in shock, she watched him stand over the green shirt man, wondering why he was standing up for her. But in that moment her blood turned ice cold as the man continued to speak, also threatening her life in the same breath. Swallowing, she couldn’t help but continue to cry, terrified that the man would spin around and kill her right then and there. She had no idea what was going on in his mind other than the fact that she is his kill and that no one else was allowed to for a reason that was probably only known to him.

Gasping for air she looked to try and find the big man from earlier, but instead her eyes landed on the woman from the store. She had to remember her…right? Even though she looked totally in shock, she had to have some sort of rapport with her from letting her talk for like an hour.

“Please don’t let him kill me!” She begs, moving to face the woman fully. The woman looks at her as if she feels bad, but Fawn could see in her eyes that nothing was really there…but still she had to try and make herself seem weak, maybe she was weak, but she still needed someone to help her. “We met at the store, remember? We talked about-about brownies, about you baking a pie! You talked about your brothers! Remember?”

“Sugar…” the woman speaks, not really moving to do anything, letting out an awkward laugh.

The man from before moves towards Fawn quickly, causing her to fall backwards to try and get away from him. Involuntarily her body begins to shake, the way he was looking at her made her want to vomit. He was definitely going to kill her, there was no way he wasn’t going to. Her mind races with anything that could help her case, and she speaks without thinking. “Please! I’m pregnant!”

Fawn thinks to speak again, to beg, to do something; but with how nauseous the man in front of her looked she decided that keeping her mouth shut was best. He looks as if he has seen a ghost, as if instead of saying she’s pregnant that Fawn spun her head around and vomited at him screaming in tongues. The man takes one breath in, it’s shaky and makes her uncomfortable. His eyes are locked on her, and even if she wants to look away she can’t in fear that he is going to jump on her.

He starts to shake, his body visibly vibrating with whatever emotion he was feeling. The basement is so silent except for his breathing, making her more anxious than anything else. “Listen to me…” he speaks, turning to face the people that she assumed were his family, the woman had said she had brothers. “She is not dying. No one is going to kill her. If I leave and come back and this girl is dead or gone there’ll be hell to pay.”

No one speaks in opposition to him, and even staring at the green shirted man, or the old man Fawn realizes that somehow he had some sort of intimidation that made them want to comply. She just hoped he would keep this reality instead of changing his mind.

She didn’t want to die.

Drayton wanted to throttle Johnny so badly he could feel the thought of him doing it scratching his brain. The girl was pregnant? It was obvious that the stupid boy had gotten her pregnant, he probably knew the girl was pregnant to begin with. Talking about keeping her as a ‘pet’, he wanted to keep her because he had knocked her up. He brought a love child into the world without anyone knowing somehow and it burned Drayton up inside.

Drayton knew he himself was too old for kids, that part of his life was over and even though he had no want nor need to have kids a part of him inside was still angry. They had a rule, not one that anyone accepted, but one that was still put in place by Grandpa. The old man hates relationships, and the fact that Johnny went against that and had the nerve to threaten the family over some common whore offended him.

“You got her pregnant?” Drayton spits, as soon as everyone steps into the kitchen. He couldn’t wait to say anything about this, couldn’t hold his tongue until later.

“No?” Johnny looked at Drayton as if he were crazy, and this angered him even more. Seeing him act as if nothing happened down there, as if the very girl he had admitted to stalking got pregnant by someone else while he was watching her. It doesn’t make any sense for that to be the truth.

“Then how’d she get that way?”

Johnny shrugs, brushing Drayton off and walks away. He curses after the boy, moving to hit someone or something to get out the growing anger. Bubba moves away, and so does Nubbins who is now laughing about Johnny’s ‘girlfriend’ being pregnant, extremely giddy about the fact that he denied the baby being his, which meant she had slept with someone else.

It was chaos, dumb chaos that could’ve been avoided in multiple ways that somehow the family managed to hit head on every single time. The girl could’ve avoided this as well, Drayton just felt like everyone was out to get him, to make his life harder than it needs to be. The police presence itself was making getting food harder, and now they had someone trapped in their basement that they had no intentions of getting rid of, or rather Johnny had no intentions of getting rid of.

Sissy sang to herself, finishing the dinner that was left warming on the stovetop. Bubba had taken to trying to help her, and while it lowered the tension a little, something still had to be done about his brother.

Maybe telling Grandpa would make everything fix itself, or maybe it would give the old man an aneurysm. There were too many things going on, and too many things in the future that they would have to deal with. Even if they found a way to kill or, or even let her die in childbirth, there was still a baby that they had to deal with, and even if Johnny said the baby wasn’t his, Drayton knew that he was lying and this meant they are going to have one more mouth to feed. One more person he would have a leash on, and that child being like Johnny makes things a million percent harder.

God does he hope things aren’t harder.

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Hear me out. Please—

Obsessed!Johnny Slaughter x reader

Tw: blood, broken bone

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Johnny never once cared about anyone. Not a single soul. Be he met you and everything slowly changed. He knew you were the one when you turned around and ran back to him. He thought you were going to put up a fight, but he was met with your lips on his, kissing him gingerly. He’s so used to rough and hard kisses, but your kiss felt like heaven.

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to keep you. So, you stayed willingly because you saw his shack earlier and wanted to clean it from top to bottom. He’s not going to argue with it. He gets you all to himself. And your scent will be all over the place to keep him sane.

He threatened Nancy and everyone not to touch or look or talk to you unless you talk first.

Johnny takes you to the garden area to watch the sunset. And he has a little thing of grapes. He’ll end up laying his head on your lap as you feed him grapes, a warm smile on his face, and in a wild flower crown you made.

Every time you kiss his scars, he feels like he’s floating. He closes his eyes and leans into your lips, his hands around your waist. For a moment, just a moment, he lets his guard down to enjoy the light touches, to enjoy your love, to be lost in bliss. He really likes it when you kiss the one over his eye and the one on top of his shoulder.

When a victim got away and found you hidden in his little shack, they attack you and managed to break your arm/leg. Your blood curdling scream only made Johnny run faster and faster until he was in his house. His eyes turned dark when he saw you on the floor with the person on you. He saw red and didn’t care if you met The Bad Man. With that, he blacked out. When he comes back, he was breathing heavily with you in his arms, holding you tightly, as his arms and jeans were covered in the other’s blood.

After that, he didn’t leave your side or out of sight while your bone healed. Held carry your things to you or carry you himself. For a while, he couldn’t stand being near you or accept your touch. He failed you. He failed. How came you forgive him? How cand you still love him? Why do your kisses fell like silk? He’s so confused that he breaks down one night.

He’s not best with feelings or why his thoughts are constantly consumed with images of you. He kinda goes nuts. He only calmed down when you pulled into a tight hug and held him close.

When he comes back from a hunt, he washes up first and takes off his shirt before he embraces you. He doesn’t like it when you’re covered in blood. It doesn’t settle right in his stomach.

He hates it whenever you’re left alone. He hates that you talk to other men in town. He’s all you need. Why are you talking to others? Even if the server is a man he hates it! He’ll hold your hand or waist then kiss you nice and slow so the men know who you belong to.

He likes to be hands on like holding your hand or having you close, touching your thigh while at dinner, and coming behind you just to have you in his arms.

Johnny considers leaving his family to live a normal life with you by his side.

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creepling · 8 months

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that boy is a monster - j. slaughter / 2.6k

in contribution with THE HAUNTED HOEDOWN

prompts: sex in the woods or somewhere public (added bonus if it includes knife, blood, hunter x prey kink)

summary: everyone comes and goes from the slaughter residence, either as survivors or stacks of meat. but as you escape and run further into the woods, johnny won't let you go that easy.

tags: DEAD DOVE - read at your own risk. smut. MINORS DNI. fem!reader. non-con. hunter/prey. knife/blood-play. descriptive injury. narcissistic johnny. fem penetration. blood hunger. choking. roughplay. slapping. kidnapped ending.

It would help to know the surroundings. Sprint the track to get to the finish line. But you’re bleeding. Your legs ache, and the tree branches are tearing at your skin. The calls of the Slaughter family echo in the distance.

Running for your life is supposed to be the escape. You’re out of the house, but your heroic end is not at a close. You have to keep running. You have to survive. And one person, in particular, will not give you up so easily.

“You’re the reason this is happening. You brought them damn kids here. You go get ‘er!” Drayton told off Johnny, waving his bloody stick towards the exit you stumbled out of.

Johnny was cool in his stance. He is cleaning his knife, sharpening its blade. He admires the glint of it in the moonlight, a sly smirk winking back at him in its reflection.

“Keep yer panties on, old man. I’ll get her,” He brushes off the Cook, swaggering towards the gate.

With his family seeing him off, Nubbie chuckles and cheers him on. Sissy claps and howls. “Bring her back fresh now, ye hear!”

Johnny was not going to share. He wants to play with his food and keep you all to himself. Once he finds you, you’re going to scream. He will have your insides, grip your flesh and suck your blood. His family will not have a nip of you. You’re all his.

The beginning of the hunt sent Johnny’s instincts into overdrive. Your shadow mystifies into the forest, and he picks up the pace to dive into the belly of the beast. He grunts as he sprints, inhaling the air. He was only human, but everything in his attitude was animalistic. A coyote in a man’s body, wanting to catch your scent, embarks on the trail you left behind and chases you until your soft flesh is between his teeth.

Deep within the sun-dried trees, Johnny halts his speed and listens to the silence. He peered his hearing for the snap of a twig, the ruffle of a leaf, anything to assume you were close by. He crouches to the earth and calculates the ground. His eye caught an indent, your shoe print heavy in the dry dirt, the heel dragged out, exposing your struggle. Johnny was mesmerised for a moment, then he advanced, tailing the track of your footprints to the direction of your hiding spot. He arrives at a dead end, cursing under his breath. He catches a look above, checking the trees, but both the trees and you are too fragile to hold weight. His eyes scan the horizon, wondering how far you have gone.

“I’m gonna find ya soon enough, sweetheart. Why don’t you come out, and we can get this over with?” Johnny called into the night, his skin tingling at the thought of you nearby.

He was closer than you thought. Tugged low in the dip of the earth, you bite the inside of your cheeks and muffle any sound of panic that threatens to burst. You may be bleeding, tired, and traumatised, but you will not give up. If he wants you to meet the same faint as your friends, he will have to come and get you.

At the deafening silence, Johnny sighs. It was long and drawn, but it soon shifted into a chuckle, and he gripped the handle of his knife tighter. “Fine, I like the challenge.”

Johnny advances, his footsteps descending to whisper when you decide to leave your hiding spot. You drag your limping body in the opposite direction, clenching your side as a cramp takes over. You look around with alert eyes, hoping to find an opening or another hiding spot if he is close. Your hope dwindles at the same scenery repeating: trees, branches, dirt. Over and over. No sounds alert you, making your eyelids droop and blur your vision. You look down at your body, your clothes drenched in blood, giving sense to your lightheadedness. The blood loss and dehydration were slowly creeping up and taking over you. Legs wobbling, making you fall.

“Come on,” You whispered, “You can do this.”

Johnny had his eyes on you. He watches you struggle, crouching within the dry branches. Your pain and fatigue amuse him, reassuring him that mortality can be handy for this line of passion. He loved a prey’s fear, how it ignites them with the endurance to keep living. Yet, the thing that is chasing them will always catch them. It can only get them so far. It lets them die with a fight still in them. People call that honour, but to Johnny, it is the thrill of the game.

It has been long enough. Johnny watches you collapse, grunting at the pain taking over, your knees buckling as you try to crawl your way further. Johnny cracks his neck and readies his blade, his heavy steps approaching you.

“I gotta hand it to ya. You got some fight in ya,” Johnny mused, towering over your struggling state.

The widening of your eyes made Johnny chuckle, tuts leaving his mouth as you began to sob.

“Come on now, I ain’t gonna kill ya. Not yet, anyway,” Johnny grips the back of your hair, yanking your head from the ground and crouching down on top of you. His legs saddle your sides, squeezing in to hold you in place. You catch the glint of his knife hovering over your throat, threatening to slice if you struggle.

“Ma mama always got at me for playing with my food as a kid. I never grew out of it. Y’know why?” Johnny presses his lips to your ear. You could now hear the husk in his voice.

“Because I fuckin’ love it,”

Your hands grip the earth, and a scream bellows from your strained throat, sirening through the trees, making birds take flight. Johnny shoves your head to the ground to silence you, pressing his blade tighter to the skin of your throat.

“You shout one more time, and I’ll cut you,” He spat, causing you to dwindle your struggle into small whimpers.

“Just kill me, please,” You plead, Johnny on top of you, detecting that you would rather be dead than be at his mercy.

Johnny enjoys having the upper hand far too much, grazing his gloved hand down your spine, lingering on the skin exposed from your summer blouse. He glances at the cuts littering your exposed arms, blood dripping from a knick on your shoulder. Johnny licks his lips in anticipation, locking his lips on your wound. You gasp, cringing at the suction from his mouth, his tongue swirling around the cut and soaking his mouth with your blood.

As if energy surged through him, Johnny groans at your taste, licking his lips dry. Your taste is sweetly metallic. He has never tasted something so pure—the blood of a lamb or a calf, laced with innocence and avoidant of bitterness. Johnny’s eyes wander down at you like the discovery of the Holy Grail. “You taste amazing.”

Johnny grips your arm and manhandles you to lie on your back, your arms feeble in your struggle. Johnny scans your body for more wounds, grunting in annoyance as most were muddy grazes. His legs add pressure to your sides, his hand nipping at the hem of your blouse.

“Keep still,” Johnny orders sternly, moving his knife to your shirt and cutting the thin fabric with the blade. You whine in defiance, but your top is torn off completely and tossed to one side. Johnny stares at the curvature of your bra, tucking his knife under the band and slicing it swiftly. Your breasts graze with goosebumps at your exposure. You squeeze your eyes shut from the humility. Johnny runs his knife down your left breast, the blunt end teasing your hardening nipple.

“You are a sight for sore eyes,” He breathes out, removing his glove with the pinch of his teeth. His bare, rough hand grips your breast, making you squirm. You glance up at Johnny, the maddening of his eyes, the flex of his muscles as he holds you in place. Sweat glistens on his face. You feel warmth between your legs as Johnny’s bulge presses against your stomach.

Without warning, Johnny slices a small incision on your soft breast, making you gasp from the shot of pain. Johnny immediately locks his lips on the fresh slice, his tongue collecting your new blood, letting a groan vibrate against you. He sucks your breast as he would with your nipple, except his infatuation is solely on your blood. Your fingers lace through his hair, and you attempt to yank him away, but he points his blade quickly to your throat.

“Move your hand, or I’ll cut you open,” Johnny threatens, pressing the blade hard, alerting panic within you.

“I can’t- I can’t do this, please,” You beg, “I want to go home,”

“Is this not want you want, darlin’?” Johnny teased, “Your cunt says otherwise.”

His head motions down and between your legs, sliding his fingers along the denim fabric of your shorts. Your throat hitches, and your legs tense, locking eyes with the darkening stare from Johnny.

“You want this, I know you want this,” Johnny mutters against his lips, “Let me make you feel good. I need this, darlin’, you gotta give yourself to me.”

His lips lock roughly with yours, his kiss hard - possibly laced with a lingering passion. You taste your blood on his tongue. You moan unexpectedly.

“See? You taste so good. Let me taste you more,” Johnny said as if he were asking, but you know you have no choice.

The sound of panic bubbles in your throat as you feel Johnny’s hands unbutton your shorts, yelping as he tugs the tight fabric down your legs. He crawls his fingers under your pants, catching your slick cunt with the tip of his fingers, collecting your wetness. Johnny groans, reaching his fingers to his lips and licking your juices. Just as sweet as your blood, warm and intoxicating.

Johnny grinds his hips down onto you before unbuckling his jeans, tossing his belt to your eye level. Your eyes trail to the sky, your mind dissociating at the sound of his jeans undone. Johnny preys your legs wider apart with his thighs, the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“You’re so wet for me, darlin’. Still sure you don’t want this?” Johnny’s pride swells at your defeat, pupils dilated at the sight of yours glazed and lost.

“I would rather be dead,” You said airily, almost inaudible. Johnny narrows his eyes, power swelling in his muscles. He wants you to beg for his cock or mercy; it does not matter.

Without warning, Johnny thrusts his cock inside, and pain shoots up your spine. He was big, more significant than you have ever taken, and he was stretching you out. You squeeze your eyes shut, and the tears trapped in your waterline pour down your cheeks. You silence the yelps filled with pain to adjust to the horrible feeling. But your cunt was wet, wet enough for Johnny to thrust deeper inside you and hold his length firmly inside you.

“Fuuuck,” Johnny groaned. Your walls clenched around his cock, and his hands grip the sides of your waist. “Sucha tight little pussy,” Johnny chuckled.

You shift your body back and forth to adjust to the pain, but it paralysed you, and Johnny drilled you deeper into the ground with the weight of his body. The cool earth stings your wounds and gathers in the grooves of your skin. It is disgusting. It is revolting. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “Fuck you,” You spit at Johnny, manifesting your cunt to grow teeth and bite his cock clean.

Johnny furrowed his brows at your revolt, burning a glare to your core. “The fuck you say to me?” Johnny smacked your face, stunning you, but you force eye contact.

“I said fuck you, you fucking-“ Your rage stopped short at the shuddering pain shooting through you. Johnny digs his knife into your side, toying with an open wound. You squirm, scream, try to pry him off you, but his other hand pins your wrists above your head, and his cock is stuffed deeper inside you.

“You really think talking to me like that is a good idea?” Johnny scoffs, watching the pain in your expression with perverted fascination. “Such a stupid ‘lil brat. I need to teach you a lesson.”

The pain melted into numbness. Your eyes drift further away from reality, and Johnny amps his stamina. It seemed neverending, his cock pumping into your cunt, the depth of his thrusts consistent. Johnny’s body towers over you, his knife tossed to the side. It proved useless as your body grew limp, the strength of Johnny’s arms pinning you in place enough to restrict your escape. No more were you retaliating to Johnny’s dominance.

“That’s it, good girl. Take it,” Johnny grunted, but he was not satisfied with your reaction. Lying there as you get fucked dumb, staring into space. He needs you to be compliant, to be grateful. Johnny tugs your hair and forces your gaze onto him, bathing in your bewildered stare.

“C’mon girl, I know you want this. Say how much you want it,” Johnny demands, continuing to rut into your pulsing cunt.

“I-” It was hard to string words together, but you had nowhere to look except deep in Johnny’s hunter eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Say it, fucking say it,” Johnny grew impatient, smacking his fingers over your cheeks, hoping that knocked sense into you.

“I want you, Johnny,” You sobbed, mesmerised by his insanity.

“Yeah, you fucking do. Start thanking me for fucking you so good,” Johnny enfolds his cock deep inside, holding it in place until you speak what he wants to hear.

“Thank you,” You swallow the lump in your throat, “You’re so good at fucking me. I want you to keep fucking me.”

Swelling with pride, Johnny exhales a deep groan and continues to drill into you, picking up the pace. He felt his climax ascending from his core, gazing at the bounce of your tits, your plump skin covered in the blood he poured from you. He bites the inside of his cheek.

“I’m so close, darlin’. Fuuuck,” Johnny wraps his callous hand around your throat, suppressing your air flow until you see stars.

Johnny rutted his cock to ride his high. You feel the strips of warmth melt from your slit as he pulls out, his pants hot and misty against your neck. Your eyes trail over to Johnny, buckling his jeans and quickly putting on your underwear and shorts.

“Sorry about your blouse,” He mutters, removing his tank top and putting it on you. There is no point in convincing yourself he did it out of the kindness of his heart, as it is to carry you back to the place you tried to escape from and not make the rest of the family suspicious.

Johnny lifts you and tosses your body over his shoulder, your mind and body too exhausted and petrified to wiggle from his grasp. “Let’s take you back home,” He says.

Home. That place was not your home. But to Johnny, he is making it your home. There goes the days of elaborate escapes, deception and retribution. He will have you wrapped around his figure. He shall convince you that no one else cares for you. Only he will protect you, care for you, and love you.

Welcome to the family.

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axaerio · 8 months

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Patiently waiting for the tcm johnny and leland fanfics to come in. 😫😫😫😫😫😫

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lavishl0ve · 8 months

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🩸 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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helluvaloverx3 · 7 days

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just thinking about how johnny would make a last minute decision to kidnap you after just meeting you in a bar. you were just too pretty for him to not try. being forced into his truck at knife point you had no choice but to go along with him— he had plans with you after all.

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“ooo, i knew chu’d be a great fuckin’ cock sucker.”

in the dim light of a basement, you found yourself on your knees looking up at the man that kidnapped you, those looks of his were too good to be true. the chill from the cement floor nipping at your skin. your whines are muffled with his cock, his groans being muffled behind his bared teeth. the rough ground on your knees was agnostic, but the cock in your mouth was fucking beautiful. he pulls it out, your mouth releasing from your lips with a pop,

“please,” you plead, “just let me—“

“live? just keep suckin’ my cock like how chu’ve been doin’ and maybe…” he smirked as his yellow gloved hand caressed your chin. slowly, johnny dragged the tip of his cock against your lips, looking down at you with lust in his eyes.

before you could speak again his other hand tightens around your hair and without hesitation, johnny harshly pushed his cock into your mouth, rushing past your lips until the tip slammed against the back of your throat. the swift, sudden action made you gag, choking around the girth of his cock. your hands reached up to hold onto his thighs, gripping onto him for life as his hips pushed deep within the tight cage of your throat.

he uses your chin and hair to drag your head along his length, his knees bending to get a better angle. while gagging on his length your mascara runs down your cheeks.

“angel,” he chuckles, “you’re tearing up.”

even if your eyes were blurry and your mind was fogged, you couldn’t help but notice the arousal pooling between your legs.

“lemme see,” he leans over your body with his cock still in your mouth. your eyes widen when you felt his hand lift your dress up, and he slaps your ass. you let out a muffled yelp but he continues to slap your ass, grabbing the fat while thrusting his length in your mouth. your hand comes up to push away but his other hand was still against your head. you cough on his cock and he pulls out,

“aww, couldn’t handle it, sugar?” his body retreats back up to see your sobbing face, make up ruined, and your chin covered in drool.

“P-Please…” You coughed out, “Anything, i’ll do anything—“

“I know, chu’ve been doin’ good…” he praised, fixing your hair, “i think i’m startin’ to like ya.”

you open your mouth again to permit him to keep going, if him getting his pleasure meant you got to leave, you were going to do it. at least johnny wasn’t the worst looking person you’ve ever given a blowjob to... besides, he was… fuck.

he smiles and slaps his cock on your tongue. He pushes you down onto the ground, and straddles your chest. he slaps your cock on your mouth again, you open it once more and he thrusts his cock against the back of your throat again. the back of your head hits the concrete floor with a thud, you gag and your chest hiccups.

“fuckin’ your throat like a pussy, takin’ every single inch.”

just when you thought you were about to throw up from how much you’ve been gagging, johnny pulled himself from your mouth once again. air rushed into your lungs, so suddenly that you choked and gasped to stabilize yourself, hands shaking as your elbows held yourself up. however, before you could fully retract air and take control of your breathing, johnnys hands held your head up, johnny jammed his cock back in your throat.

this repeats and repeats until he leans his body over your head and he was at his end. his balls rest against your chin as his cock bulged in your throat. he lets out a loud groan, his arms shaking as he held himself up. your throat filled up with his climax, and your hand comes up to grip his thigh with a strangled whimper. he exhaled as he slowly took out his cock out of your mouth. your body jerks up, you swallow all of it but cough after, turning over to grip your throat.

“Damn,” he gets up, cum dropping from his tip onto your cheek, “Holy shit…” he huffed. he lets out a loud laugh, “i’m keepin’ you!”

“what?!” you cough out, immediately trying to get up and run. johnny snatches the back your dress and you slam onto the floor, he drags you down the hall. you regain your balance however and get back onto your feet.

“that wasn’t the deal!” you yell.

“sugar,” he chuckled, throwing you into a room, “the deal was to keep you alive, not that i was gonna let chu’ go. let’s say you pleased me a lil’ too much…”

you land onto the floor and turn back to him, sitting on your elbows with your legs spread. your dress rode up your thighs and johnnys grin gets bigger.

“and,” his eyes darted to your spread legs, “ya seemed to really like it too.” he turns around and shuts the door, locking it.

confused by his comment, you looked between your legs, to your panties; a wet soaked patch laid upon the fabric. you instinctively close your legs and shove your dress down.

“you can’t leave me here!” you yell.

you heard a laugh rip through the basement, “i already am— for now!”

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lil-spider · 5 months

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Learning new things about Johnny while exploring his very messy shack lmao.

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gxthicwxrm · 6 months

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The Beginning Of The End: Chapter 2

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter x fem!reader, platonic!Sissy x reader

Summarry: the aftermath of chapter one

Please enjoy and let me know how yall feel about this series.

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Laughter echoes in your ears as your heart pounds against your ribs. With your feet stabbing into the ground, you see a barricade ahead in the narrow tunnels. Speeding up your movement, you jump to dive over the obstacle, the feeling of a metal object gliding across your back as a stinging radiates from the spot before you crash into the ground. Before you can gasp for air, you pull yourself up and keep running, looking for an exit, when you see a metal door wide open, only a few steps away.

Freedom.

Panting, you push yourself hard through the door before slamming it close behind in, in the face of your attackers. With your calves burning, you run up the stairs in sets of twos. When you are on the landing, you look around at a creeping kitchen and a hall leading to the front door. Much to your surprise, the front door was open as well. Hesitating, you looked around, thinking it was a trap, and saw no one. The sound of a metal clashing on metal causes you to start running again, flying past the front door and towards the exit in the distance.

“I’m going to get out of here!” You laugh as you pass a fence when a short woman jumps at you.

“Hi there!” She laughs loudly, slashing her knife towards you as you jump out of her way when you turn and see two men rushing out of the house towards you.

Run.

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A loud bang wakes you up, startling you as you look around your room and spot Sissy dropping cardboard boxes onto the hardwood flooring. It’s been almost two weeks since you’ve woken up with no memories, and you’ve spent most of them knocked out on painkillers and herbs Sissy has been giving you. Surprisingly, sleep has allowed the burns on your limbs to heal under the salves, and wrapping Sissy would religiously change. Luckily, in the last few days, you have been able to move out of your bed without pain, which has allowed you to start navigating your home.

“Do ya like?” Sissy says, holding up a light blue short sleeve dress with a white lace trimming. The fabric had tiny white daisies spotted throughout the piece. It was stunning. With a smile on your face, you nod as you turn to get out of bed, but Sissy drops the dress and rushes to your side, helping you even though you don't need the support anymore. When you took a step, your feet no longer radiated with pain, and you were starting to feel normal.

“I love it!” You gush, picking up the discarded dress and holding it to your frame. Warmly, Sissy smiles at you, a light shining in her eye as she squeals.

“I knew you would!! Well…Put it on.” She gestures towards the nightgown she has lent to you. Pausing, you look at her, holding the thin dress fabric in your hands as you glance towards the open bedroom door.

“But, what if-” You start.

“What? We are family. No one is going to see you. Put it on.” She says convincingly. With a nod, you agree, putting the dress on the bed before pulling the silky white fabric over your head. The cold breeze from the opened window perks your exposed nipples, goosebumps washing over your naked body. Scrambling, you grab the dress and pull it over your body.

The neckline was low but not enough to cause concern. The fabric rested inches above your knees and flared slightly at the waist. The material was soft against your skin.

“Turn around.” Johnny’s voice causes vibrations through your body when it cuts through the silence. As if you were on autopilot, you obey and face him. There’s a mirror on the wall Johnny is leaning against, a toothpick in his mouth. Catching your reflection, you are shocked when you see how nice you look.

“Thank you, Sissy. It’s beautiful. Where did you get all of these?” You say, not turning away from Johnny as he smirks.

“You’re welcome, doll! I’ve just collected them over my travels. There’s plenty more in the box. Some other stuff, too!” Sissy giggles, jumping around like a child.

“It looks…gorgeous on you, darling. Now, I have to head to the shop with Nubs. I’ll be back later, okay? Sissy, let her help you with dinner. I’ll see you in a few hours.” He says with a kiss on your cheek before disappearing into the hallway. The display of affection shocked Sissy as well as yourself, as Johnny has been in the background, always lingering but not talking to you and hardly interacting with you if he could help it.

Turning to face the blonde - a wisp of yellow hair, spots of red, the shine of metal in the moonlight-- the imagery takes you by surprise as you stubble backward, reaching your hands out to steady yourself as your eyes find the other woman. Sissy comes to your side and guides you to the bed when you stop her.

“I’m okay. Just turned too fast. I want to see what else is in the box.” You smile, convincing her the searing images that slammed their way into your brain and the pain that accompanied them were nothing more than a misstep. She smiles back before dropping to her knees and pulling the box to her, then yanking out clumps of fabric before finding what she was looking for.

“Ta-Da!” She sings, holding out three nail polish bottles: bright red, light purple, and dark blue. “I want to paint your nails. Do you want me to? I know you do. Do you?” Sissy bounces on her heels impatiently.

“Only if I can paint yours, too.” You giggle, feeling a warmth fill your chest as you feel safe with Sissy. The two of you spent the evening painting each other's nails and playing dress-up with all your new dresses. Time has flown by because Sissy glances at the clock and mutters a ‘shit’ before placing the dresses and novelties back into your box.

“Come on, hon. Time to get dinner ready. Lucky for us, it will just be the three of us tonight.”Her words bring your thoughts back to Johnny. He’s been gone most of the day, occasionally peeking his head in the doorway before disappearing again. You didn’t mind; he was giving you space, which was what you needed to process your memory loss and these horrifying nightmares.

Dinner was easy to prepare, a simple shepherd's pie. Johnny stood by the door, watching you as you moved around Sissy, chopping and sauteing vegetables while Sissy seasoned the grounded beef. Homemade mashed potatoes rested on the stove. Using a washcloth, you wipe sweat from your brow before putting it in the pocket of your apron. Glancing to your side, you catch Johnny’s eye, giving him a sweet smile before mixing the meat in the sizzling man. Much to your surprise, he smiles back. Sissy washes her hands before walking past Johnny.

“I’m going to set the table. Y/N, you’ll know when to put it together.” Sissy called as she went into the next room. Johnny steps in and leans on the counter beside you. Silently, he watches you cook, inching closer to you as you flatten the vegetables and meat into a casserole dish, putting the mash on top and popping it in the oven. Turning to face his towering form, you look up at his features, studying the curves of his nose and the many scars you figure came from working on cars. Subconsciously, your fingers trace the scar across his cheek, him stilling under your touch before leaning into your hand when you cup his face.

Once you realize what you are doing, you pull away, but Johnny stops you. Wrapping his strong arms around your body, he pulls you against his frame. One hand brushes your arm to your neck before grounding itself in your hair, tilting your head gently to face him.

"You do look gorgeous in that dress." He says, brushing a lash from your cheek. " I missed you today. Couldn't wait to get back home to you." He grips your hip softly before holding you tighter.

"I missed you too. I hope you had a good day. Sissy showed me a bunch of cool stuff earlier. I'd love to show you after we eat. If you'd like that." You say timidly, suddenly worried he wouldn't want to spend time with you. He waits a moment before nodding.

"Yesh, I was thinking about taking you home to our place. You know, now that Sissy doesn't need to watch your every move." He jokes, but the words have an edge to them. "We could go after we eat. Would you like that?"

"Yes! Yes, I would. Oh, I've been waiting to see what our home looks like. Maybe some memories will come back when I see our things." You say, giggling as you peck his lips. "I can't wait until you can have some of this pie. I think it's the best I've ever made, at least all I remember making." You joke with him, winking as you push against his body with a smile.

"I could just eat you up; you are so delicious." He whispers, his eyes holding yours as he lowers his lips to yours. "So fucking delicious."

His lips are soft and wet against your own, lighting a warmth in your body as your hands find his hair and his hands roaming over you. Heat flows over the two of you like a cloud, and your only thought Is getting his shirt off of his chest when someone clears their throat, causing you two to break away and adjust yourself before turning to face Sissy.

"Get a room, you two. Move, let's plate up." Sissy announces, pushing past the two of you and grabbing a plate. Whether you remember them or not, this is your family, and you accepted them like they did for you.

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After the three of you ate at the dining table, you helped sissy clean up while Johnny grabbed the items Sissy had given you and placed them in his truck.

"Thank you for being so welcoming and understanding. This is all so…crazy, you know?" You say, hugging her into your side once you've dried the dishes, placing them in the cabinets.

"Oh, doll. Of course. You are the sister I never had. I'm just happy you are finding your place in the family. It's nice to have a pal around." She says, holding your cheek before squeezing you.

You hear Johnny walk into the kitchen, but Sissy doesn't pull away, almost crushing you, but you accept her hugs as a thought hits you.

A recipe for pecan pie. Instantly, your mouth begins to water despite your full stomach.

"Oh, for the next dinner. Could I make a pecan pie? I loved it when I was little and used to make it with my granny." You clap your hands happily as you look between the two siblings. They are both still, staring at each other intensely as if they are speaking in a way you can't hear.

"Yes, baby girl. You can make whatever you like." Johnny says before grabbing your wrist and slowly taking you to his truck with Sissy following.

"Let's get going," Johnny says, moving towards his door before he stops, turning around, and opens your door, waiting for you. Hugging Sissy goodbye, you tell her you'll see her tomorrow for a picnic, receiving a squeeze and a squeal at the announcement.

Walking towards Johnny, memories of the kitchen warm your core as you stroll over to his spot against your door.

"Thank you, gentleman." You hop into your seat, adjusting your dress while Johnny shuts the door and seats himself before roaring the engine to life.

The drive was short; you were minutes before driving past the white picket fencing. There's a massive house that Johnny passes, following a trail toward a single-wide trailer in the house's backyard.

"Who's house is that?" You say, opening your door and hopping out as Johnny kills the engine, coming to your side.

"Just some old lady. I…pay her rent." He dismisses, pulling you toward the door of the trailer. Opening the door, Johnny walks in first before grabbing a few shirts from the coffee table and throwing them to a chair across the room. The place wasn't messy, just disorganized. A few deer antlers hung on the wall, making you cringe away. He leads you to the shared bedroom before grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours.

Without thinking, your hands grip his hair as you fall back onto the queen-sized bed. Johnny's hands roam all over your body, pulling your legs around his waist as he grinds his growing erection against your core, sending electricity through you- waves of pain hit you as the air is knocked from your lungs, dirt breaks your nails as you move along the ground, sinister laughter rings in your skull- with a gasp, you pull away.

"What the fuck? Are you okay? What just happened?" Johnny's brow furrows as you feel over your body, feeling no pain like you did moments before.

"I-I don't know. I, uhm, I think it just might be happening too fast. I don't think my mind can keep up." You try to laugh the awkwardness away but just cringe at yourself. An angered look crosses his face before he quickly replaces it, looking up at you.

"We can take it slow for tonight. But maybe this will be the best way to gain your memory back. Okay?" Johnny says, and you agree with a smiling nod.

"Okay. But tonight, we sleep. I am spent." You say, peeling off the dress before throwing on the shirt J hands you. Silently, he removes his cut shirt and jeans, leaving his boxers on before pulling the covers over himself. Quickly, you join him.

He lays beside you, stiff as if unsure what to do, unnoticed by you. You wrap your arms around his frame and wrap a leg over his waist, laying your head on his chest. His rigid muscles soften under your touch, and he wraps his arms around your shoulder, pulling you closer while he sinks into the bed, and you sink into him.

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anaflcres · 6 months

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the way i have the most twisted soft johnny headcanon but i don’t want to spoil my fic. ugh i need to hurry and post it

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xxcocothekillerxx · 6 months

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Behind Locked Doors

Pairing: Johnny slaughter x FemReader

!THIS CHAPTER DOESN'T CONTAIN NSFW!

{{ Please proceed with care if you're sensitive to ANY of these topics }}

CHAPTER 3: The Sunflower field

'The sun is warm and delicate as it hits your face, the cool air tickles at your skin as you lay there and your eyes flutter open. The blue sky greeting your (color) eyes and the puffy clouds slowly drifting by, song birds chirp as you lay there in the dirt and sunflowers surround you as they loom overhead. The scent of the sunflowers and fresh dirt, with a hint of cow manure, filled your nose as you gently gripped the dirt in your palms, your eyes started to slowly look around and as you did so small soft grunts and groans escaped your throat as you began to sit up. Your head felt foggy and dizzy as you sat up, your face flushed a light shade of pink as your naked body was exposed to the wind and yet you felt concealed within the sunflower field. You crossed your arms to hide your chest as you glanced around the field, only an endless ocean of yellow and an infinite blue sky greeted your eyes. Peace filled your body, a wave of comfort until you heard a loud rumbling pound on the ground behind you and suddenly the sky turned a crimson red, drops of red rain hitting your exposed body, drenching you in blood. The sunflowers started to dye around you as fear engulfed your body, with your eyes wide and the hairs on the back of your neck standing on edge as you heard another loud bang of a footstep, you heard the sound of a door creek open as you spinned around trying to find the direction of the sound. Your heart nearly pumping out of your chest as you felt a tight grip on your shoulder that quickly and harshly turned you around and all you saw was a evil grin and dark wild eyes looking down on you, before everything suddenly turned black…' you jolted up in your bed, breaking into a cold sweat, your breathing was fast and quick as you gripped onto your bedsheets. Your father sat next to you with a look of shock and concern.

"Y/N?.. you alright? I heard you start to thrash around when I came up the stairs.." your father explained, his hand gently placed on your shoulder as you sat there trying to calm yourself down. You take a few more deep breaths before you finally calmed yourself and look up at your father, tears filling your eyes as you quickly give your father a tight hug. Your father stayed silent as he stroked your head in a soothing motion and gave you gentle hush's as you quietly sobbed into his chest for the rest of that morning.

Later that evening you sat at the table down in the kitchen, eating your favorite cereal and drinking some orange juice, in your brown turtleneck sweater and brown bell-bottoms fixed up with a white belt,your father watching the local News on the TV. You listened to some of the news, only bits and pieces before one topic caught your ear which quickly made you perk your head up from your cereal bowl. ' ATTENTION: Four local highschool students went missing last night. They were last seen leaving a local roller skating rink, Leland McKinney, Julie Crawford, Connie Taylor, Sonny Williams and Ana Flores. If you have any information about their whereabouts PLEASE contact your local authorities', you almost felt your heart sink to your stomach as you heard their names. You got up so quickly and so fast you felt lightheaded and sick as you ran outside, nearly breaking the door off its hinges as you threw up on the wooden porch. You felt as if the world just hit you over the head with a cruelest joke in the world. Your stomach twisted and curled thinking about it, tears started streaming down your face as your first thought went to Leland and all of your friends, you felt so happy around them and suddenly they were gone. You heard your father quickly run out the door towards you, you felt his arms wrap around you in order to comfort you but you practically felt nothing, you felt numb and cold as you stood there. Seconds felt like hours to you all of a sudden as you gently, yet shakenly, placed yourself down on the porch steps. Your father quickly went inside to grab you water, you looked over across the road at the sunflower field. A shiver trailing down your spine as you watched the petals drift in the wind.

You sat there alone for a while looking at the sunflower field as you drank the water your father had given you, feeling relaxed enough to get up and go inside. So you brought in the cup and looked towards your father, "I'm gonna go for a walk… I'll be back soon I promise" you said wanting to be alone for a while, your voice strained and scratchy from the throw up and crying. Your father reluctantly nodded his head as he understood that you needed your alone time and didn't stop you as you walked back out the door, the dried tears staining your cheeks as you once again stepped outside and headed towards the field across the road.

The sunflower field greeted you as you took a few feet into its embrace, the ocean of yellow and green dancing around you as the flowers bellowed in the wind. You kept walking for a good few minutes before you hit a small clearing, an abandoned old rusty car sitting slightly slanted and surrounded by smaller colorful flowers. Your breathing calmed and slowed as your body relaxed, the fresh air seeping into your lungs as you leaned up against the old car. Pulling out a book from your brown bag that you brought with you, you sat on top of the hood of the car as you flipped through the book to get to the page you last left off on. You sat there reading for awhile before you heard something ruffling within the sunflowers, you jumped slightly as a rabbit quickly hopped passed you. Your breath hitched as the animal darted past you and right back into the field, your focus quickly snapping over to where the rabbit came from as you heard more Rustling. ‘crap..’ you thought as you think it's the predator the rabbit was running from. You kept still, clutching the book close to your face as you peered over it and waited for whatever monster to pop out of the bushes. Nothing came… and you started to relax yourself again, placing the book back into your bag as you lifted yourself off the hood of the car. Walking over to where you heard the movement, you leaned over to look through the tall stems of the sunflowers. As you looked into the flowers, your eyes darted around before your eyes met.. his darken, wild eyes meeting your, that devilish grin peering back at you. You felt your heart race as you quickly backed away from him, however he followed closely in hand, his grin trying to seem friendly as I kept approaching you. “What's the matter Y/N? Not happy to see a familiar face?” he condescendingly as his voice echoed through your ears as he tilted his head at you, desperately trying to look innocent. You felt your back reach the rusty old car again “what are you doing here?!” You yelled, your heart pounding through your chest. Johnny quickly pressed his pointer finger onto your lips, his eyes seemed to darken as his gaze met yours. “Shh~ don't mean no’ harm sunflower~” he whispered, his voice deep and scratchy even slightly harmonic as he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly pulled his hand away as he straightened himself. You felt dumbfounded as if you shouldn't be scared and concerned for your safety, your brows furrowed in confusion as you kept your back firmly against the car. “I also went for a walk…my house is that way” Johnny explained almost sarcastically, tilting his head towards the direction he came from. You still felt nervous however you let your guard down slightly as he pulled his pack of cigarettes out and picked out to light it. “Those ain't good for ya know..” you sarcastically spoke, arms now crossed. Johnny didn't seem to care in the slightest as he ignored you and lit one of the cigarettes while placing the pack of cigs back into his pocket, you huffed in annoyance by his rudeness and just sat back onto the hood of the car once again. You reluctantly signed to yourself as you sat there Silently before gently moving over and patted the hood of the car. Johnny's eyes perked up from lighting his cigarette and looked at you in slight confusion, his eyes darting from you to the hood of the car back up to you. “Ya' gonna sit with me at least?” You huffed as you looked at him, Johnny's face turning from focused on his cig to slightly surprised, however he stayed silent.

Your eyebrows raised and eyes widened as you waited for him to either speak or do something. You wanted to talk about last night with him.. how he knew your name, why he was also in the sunflower field, why he creeped in the field next to you. “I don't feel like sittin’..” Johnny protested, focusing back onto his cigarette that sat firmly in between his lips. “Do you mind if you ask ya' something sunflower?” He softly spoke, his demeanor softened as his eyes drifted to you. You felt slightly surprised as you looked at him, yet something about the situation made you feel uneasy and softly said “don't call me sunflower..”. Johnny ignores you completely and faces towards you “Why are you out here?” He questioned as he walked closer, you unconsciously leaned back as he did so but Johnny didn't take notice or simply didn't care as he came within arms length of you and the car.

“Just needed a breather..” the pain in the heart slightly returned as you remembered the news and your friends, your eyes looked towards the ground as you felt a frog in your throat. You felt Johnny's eyes on you which made you look back up to him, his face almost unamused and blank of any expression that you could tell as you stood there. Suddenly his demeanor changed from not carrying to giving a reluctant sign as he shut his eyes, a groan of annoyance soon followed as he drew his head back and combing his hair back with his hand, you questioned his actions with a slight eyebrow raise before it decided to speak. “...wanna’ talk about it sunflower?” He seemed almost hesitant as he leaned against the hood of the car, his back facing towards you but you could still see the side of his face as his side eyes you from over his shoulder. You felt your body strangely relax as you watched him, everything about him felt off, you couldn't tell what he was thinking of feeling and yet he seemed calm.

“Some friends went missin’…”. You rubbed your arm as you felt the pain in your heart grow, Johnny's eyes slightly widened from what you said, although you could tell what emotion he was expressing as you felt his demeanor darken as he stayed silent. He almost seemed as if he was hiding something from you but you couldn't honestly tell as your eyes drifted away from Johnny and back over to the sea of yellow that surrounded you, you felt his stare on you once again however you didn't care to re-meet his gaze as you hugged your knees close to your chest and continued to look at the ocean of sunflowers. Johnny's weight shifted off the hood of the car and you could see him from the side of your eye move to being in front of you, your gaze slowly drifted over to him and up to his eyes. His expression hadn't changed however he did reach his hand out towards you, you looked at him confused until you saw his expression soften and a soft sign parted his lips, “want to head into town with me?..” he spoke somewhat softly, his hand still out for you to take. You still felt uneasy about him, although being in a town with a bunch of eyes probably wouldn't hurt so you took his hand, they felt rough and yet soft at the same time as his grip became slightly tighter around your hand as he helped pull you off the hood of the car. You felt insane for taking this stranger's hand but something about him made you feel at ease almost as Johnny led you to an edge of the sunflower field, a dirt road leading to a farm looking house on one end of it, you could tell its white paint was slowly peeling off. Johnny quickly blocked the view of the house as he pointed down the other way of the road, “towns that way sunflower” he chuckled as you two walked towards town.

You two ended up talking for a little while as you walked, you felt as if you missed judged him as he gave you a small side smile and kept up conversations with you. Soon enough you two ended up back in town and stopped in front of the same and only, roller skating rink where you first met… and where your friends went missing. Johnny quickly noticed your expression change from joyful to sad as he gently placed his hand onto your shoulder trying to comfort you, you took a deep breath to calm yourself. ‘I'll find’em soon enough…’ you thought to yourself, as now you wanted to enjoy yourself. Johnny's face gave a smile before walking into the rink with you by his side, you felt yourself stare at Johnny and wondered why he was doing this for ya. Johnny and you walked in and were greeted with the same boy from before with the most dead face you could imagine, you honestly still felt bad for the kid before he spoke, “Welcome to RollerSkate Jinx, let our-'' the boy was suddenly cut off by Johnny slamming a few bucks onto the counter, his face showing his uninterest. The boys just shrugged and took the money before walking to the back, Johnny let you grab some skates before you and him walked over to a table and sat down across from him. You looked at him wondering why he didn't also grab roller shoes, “I don't skate sunflower..” he huffed, as he noticed your confusion. You nodded to yourself before looking around and noticing there's little to no people here, you assumed it's because it was still early in the day. Nonetheless you didn't let it bother you and sat there for a while talking to Johnny.

Few hours pass and you and Johnny are talking and laughing together, standing at one of the claw machines. You felt frustrated trying to get your hands on one of the teddy bears, it's fluffy brown body with a satin red bow tie and black little beady eyes almost mocking you as you try and get it, Johnny standing next to you with his arms crossed and an honestly concerned look on his face as he watched you spend nearly all your quarters on this dumb game. You crossed your fingers as you put your last quarter into the machine, the claw roaring to life and the bright rainbow colors flashing in patterns in your eyes. Determination written on your face as you gripped onto the joystick of the machine and finger hovering anxiously over the button, Johnny watched in amusement and chuckled to himself.

(Arthur side note: we're just gonna pretend Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking came out 11yrs earlier, to me the song sits well with what I was imagining but you can also play any song… anyways!)

‘Cheri Cheri Lady’ started to play over the speakers, you where too focused on getting the teddy bear that you didn't hear Johnny come up behind you and lean over you to place his arms on either side of you and his head on one side of your head, he barely made a sound as his hand gently made their way onto yours. Shyness and slightnervousness filled you as your eyes grew wide and your face quickly flushed red as Johnny helped you move the stick to the correct position, his hot breath gently hitting the back of your neck as his focus was on your hands and the bear you were trying to get. You felt overwhelmed by his actions and his words of encouragement, “I got you sunflower” he gently whispered into your ear, his grip on your hands tightened as he made your finger pressed the red bottom slowly. Your shyness quickly turned in excitement as you watch the claw pick up the teddy bear, Johnny stepped away as you eagerly awaited the teddy. You heard Johnny chuckle to himself as you quickly grab the teddy bear from behind the flap of the machine, jumping up with excitement and joy as you hugged the teddy bear close to you. “I DID IT!” you yelled at you you practically shove the teddy bear into Johnny's face, Johnny only laughed and patted your shoulder. You two kept talking for a little while longer before you ended up leaving the roller rink and we're walking down the sidewalk back to your house, you noticed a familiar face as you two walked together, however as he noticed you and thwn johnny.. his face grew an angry expression. Johnny's eyes were focused on you before his eyes traveled to were yours where, you noticed he eyes widen as he gritted his teeth. The old man angryly waddled his way up to the two of you before smacking Johnny clean in the face, “the hell ya’ thinking hanging out with her?!” Drayton spat at Johnny, not giving your presence any mind as he completely ignored you, his focus locked onto johnny like an angry parents. You watched in shock as Johnny quickly sprung back at Drayton, his teeth gritted together so harshly they looked like fangs. “Leave it old man! … I can handle this!” Johnny snapped, yet he held himself back from actually throwing a punch. You unconsciously backed up as to not get in the way of the two, Johnny noticed and only got anger at the old man. His face red hot with rage as he looked into Drayton’s cold dead and expressionless face, the staring contest between the two made you feel uneasy until the old man quickly huffed and walked away quickly before spitting on the ground. Johnny's body relaxed as he watch the old man walk away, his focus still locked on him as he walked away. You gently placed your hand onto his shoulder as to relax him only to be greeted with Johnny snapping towards you with anger written on his face, his teeth gritted and bent into a snarl, his brows furrowed with build up rage and his eyes all seemed to dark as he looked at you like a wild animal. You quickly retracted you hand away from him in fear and backed away from his slightly, putting an arms length of distance between you before his face completely changed. Regret filling his eyes as he looked down at you, his shoulders dropped as his body relaxed and his hand reaches out in a way to say sorry. You only backed up more, confusion and fear in your eyes as your brows furrowed, Johnny sighed and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“i'm.. sorry” Johnny spoke, his eyes locked onto the ground where your feet were. You could tell he felt sorry which made you relax somewhat. Johnny shit his eyes before taking a deep breath, he gave you a gentle look and took a step closer to you. It didn't take more then his one step for him you close together as he now was looking down on you, you didn't try to back away as you felt his hand land on your shoulders. He was gentle and calm as he tilted his head, giving you a ‘please forgive’ kind of expression. You signed before you gave him a nod, a smile quickly appearing onto his face. “Thank you sunflower…think I should take ya home now..” he smiled, gentle with his movements and words before turning to walked back to your house with you.

You two finally make it back to your house, your father now on the porch with his arms crossed looking over at you two at the end of the driveway. Johnny gave a wave to your father which made your father somewhat relax before walking inside to wait for you, you could tell your father was somewhat upset with you because you sad you'd only be a few hours and now the sun was starting to set. Johnny quickly, but gently, brought your attention back over to him by gripping onto you chin and lifting it to meet his gaze as he gave you a reassuring smile. “Thanks for hanging out with me sunflower.” He spoke as he backed up from you slightly, you smiled back at him as you nodded. “You're welcome.. should do it again soon” you shyly said, Johnny's face gave you a look of agreement. You stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before you two gave your goodbyes and him telling you to meet him on the dirt road to his house tomorrow, but not to go any further then the tree line. “See ya’ soon sunflower” You simply nodded before walking to the front of your door, however when you turned around to give Johnny one last wave goodbye… he was already gone.

You're father expressed worry about you being gone for so long and nervousness when he saw you with the Johnny boy, you gave him nods as you stayed silent as your mind was wondering about thinking about the day. After a little bit your father kinda gave up on speaking and went back to the couch, you went up to your room and changed into your PJ's and jumped into your bed to lay down. the stary night greeting your eyes as you looked out the window from your bed with a smile, snuggling under the sheets and your started to drift off to sleep.

‘see ya' soon sunflower’ echoing in the back of your head as you fell asleep with a smile staining on your face.

END OF CHAPTER 3

Now we got the ball rolling! Sorry this chapter took a little longer then I wanted to come out! However I hope you enjoy my series so far! Chapter 4 I hope to have out soon! 💋💋💋

Special Thanks and inspiration - @lil-spider 💋❤️

//Chapter 4//

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