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lil-spider · 3 months

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So Damn Pretty

Chapter 9

Part 8 : Part 10

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 wrote this while having shirtless Johnny on my tv, his muscles are the only thing I can think about 😩.

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

I stare timidly at the horribly cracked mirror, observing my naked body. It’s barely recognisable; blue and purple marks spread along my chest, hips, neck and thighs. Johnny has been getting a lot rougher during sex; ever since that night I killed that girl, he’s been more ravenous.

He’s been interrupting me from my tasks more frequently, dragging me off multiple times throughout the day to somewhere away from the house, only to bend me over whatever object he deems fit. His favourite thing to do right now is sit on a pulled-out, deteriorating car seat, drink, or smoke while I’m on my knees in the dirt, sucking him off. At least it gives my poor body a break, even though my knees are now suffering.

I take one last glance at myself before putting on a pastel blue dress decorated with cute yellow flowers. The dress is short and sleeveless. Starting high, wrapping around my neck, to just stopping at the top of my knees, simple but pretty.

Looking down in the sink, I pick up a broken-handled hairbrush and roughly begin brushing my hair. Sissy kindly gifted it to me with an apology for its damaged state, but I didn't care that it was broken; I was so grateful that I squeezed her in for a tight hug. I've been desperate to rid my hair of these nasty knots. My fingers are only able to do so much.

The bathroom is now the only place I get time to think. It used to be my room, but with late-night visits from Johnny, it's no longer available.

I put the brush back down and rummaged through Jessica's makeup bag. I was supposed to hide it originally, but I changed my mind and decided to use her stuff; it would have been wasting away and forgotten about if I hid it. Searching around, I pulled out a black mascara tube, black eyeliner, and a small brown eyeshadow palette with three shades. Having no brushes, I got to work using my fingers, delicately rubbing the pigments over my eyelids. It feels good to use makeup again, a luxury I guess I took for granted. It makes me feel better, feeling refreshed and pretty.

After applying the eyeliner along my eye shape and coating on layers of mascara, I take a second to admire myself, which is a tad difficult with a broken mirror. I won't have many chances to do this again, sadly; Jessica only carried a small bag of makeup wipes with her.

I bundle the makeup products and the broken hairbrush in my arms and swiftly leave the bathroom towards my bedroom. Pushing the door open with my foot, I place the items down gently on my bedside table, and I grab an old, ugly pair of brown sandles, sliding them on. They were perfect for getting around that house quietly without disturbing anyone; Sissy's style of barefoot isn't something I was too fond of. Buckling up the sandle straps, I march downstairs, feeling ready for today.

Reaching the dining room, I notice it's unusually quiet; there's no sign of Bubbaor Nubbins messing around; Johnny ain't here either, lacking the sound of his thundering footsteps and voice.

Did I spend so long getting ready that I missed breakfast? Hopefully, Johnny went with Drayton in the early morning. I can’t help but feel anxious thinking of what else he could be up to. It was weeks ago that he brought that woman back to purposefully antagonise me. My mouth always dries up thinking about that. Did Johnny even realise I had caught him before he brought me down to the basement? Or was that his plan to further anger me?

I don't like thinking about it, and I also can't stop. The guilt and excitement I felt were like none other. Killing her was intense. So much was happening all at once with such little consequence. It bothers me that I killed her out of petty jealousy, even more so that I'm happy she's dead. God, what is happening to me?

“Lookin’ very dolled up today, sweetie?” Sissy says with a smirk as she takes a bite from her buttered-up toast.

Her voice snaps me out of my thoughts instantly, and I flinch in surprise, not aware she was sitting so close. She really is the quietest out of the whole family.

"I felt like using some makeup, just for fun.” I responded to her honestly; it was true. I just wanted to feel pretty.

“Shame Johnny ain’t here to see you all pretty this morning." She smiles at me teasingly, a glint in her dangerous eyes. Not bothered, I grab myself a plate with strawberry jam toast and take a seat in front of her.

“I didn’t do it for Johnny.” I tell her, taking a large bite of my toast. She stands after finishing her breakfeast, walking off with an unconvinced look.

I wonder if the rest of the family knows about Johnny and I’s relationship; Drayton and him did have that argument when I first arrived. Not to mention our lack of subtlety; I mean, we go off together for long periods and come back with dishevelled hair and clothes. It doesn't help that I am covered head to toe in bruises.

I nibbled on the rest of the toast while thinking. Maybe they don't care; I know Johnny doesn't lose sleep over other opinions on what he does. I am, for one, embarrassed if they know.

Am I the lucky one? Johnny has chosen me to be with him out of so many other girls; he likes me the most, or I would not be here right now, and I want to keep it that way. After everything I’ve been through, God forbid another woman tries to take that away from me. I just need more time to understand Johnny and what he truly wants from me.

I finish my small breakfast, standing up to clean up my plate. I better hurry up; it’s my turn to feed Grandpa Sawyer, and he is most likely hungry by now.

Ironically, out of everyone in this family, Grandpa Sawyer is the most pleasant person to be around. Feeding him the vial of blood that I had once found gross has become a normal occurrence, and afterwards, I just relax in the living room, sewing or knitting near him while he sleeps; it’s peaceful.

I just started sewing and knitting as a new hobby. With the hard work Sissy and I have been doing, we were all caught up on house chores. We get them done in a couple of hours instead of a whole day. I've also finished trimming all the bushes and flowers, with nothing else important to do. Sissy has been teaching me to sew and knit to kill time while she tends to her plants in her greenhouse. So I spend my free time fixing old clothes in the living room, near Grandpa.

Now that oh so sweet, peacefulness went away as Nubbins came stomping downstairs, crashing down on the couch next to me with a heavy photo album. It’s amazing that he didn’t wake up, grandpa.

"I-I-I got some new photos I-i took with my n-n-new camera." Nubbins informs me gleefully, opening up his album.

"Ah, sure thing, yeah," I tell him, surprised by the suddenness of his appearance. He usually keeps himself locked up in his room. I put my sewing needles and the shirt I was working on to the side so I could focus my attention on him.

With beaming excitement, Nubbins flips through the photo album, going to the back to show his most recent pictures. I look at the ones he is flipping through and see a variety of shots of sunsets and sunflowers. He seems to be very passionate about his hobby. It's nice to see how he spends his free time.

It was nice until I saw pictures of mutilated animals. I cringed at the horrid sights, flicking my eyes away and swallowing my distaste. He finally gets to the page he wants. Chucking the album in my lap, he begins pointing to each picture, telling me the meaning behind each one.

I couldn't help but chuckle looking at the super close-up shots of Drayton's angry face. I tell Nubbins how hilarious it is, and he needs to take more close-up shots of everyone. He giggles in agreement. He flips the page over while bouncing in his seat. Thankfully, there are no more gruesome pictures; his latest ones are all beautiful and sweet. I point to the ones I like best.

One is of Sissy and Bubba dancing out in the backyard; he's adorably holding her hand up as she daintily spins. Another set of pictures I love is of Johnny in a white singlet, covered in grease stains, bent over working on a car. It follows another picture of him standing back up, turned towards the camera with a confused face, and then the last shot shows him angrily marching towards the camera, trying to grab it. It's a bit blurred; Nubbins must have started running off as he took that last picture.

"These are really beautiful Nubbins." I tell him wholeheartedly. The pictures are well shot, and there is a loveliness to them, showing the fun side of his family.

He grins at me in delight, and with a stutter in his voice, he asks if he could take a picture of me since I look very pretty today and will make a nice new collection.

I nod my head. I don't see the harm in a few pictures. Nubbins quickly hops off the couch and stands in front of me, grabbing his camera that's strapped around his neck. He starts rapidly snapping pictures, the flash blinding me slightly, but I quickly compose myself and begin to smile, sitting up straighter, hopefully looking okay. I get nervous about my photo being taken.

After six or seven pictures fall from his camera, Nubbins squats down quickly, scattering them in his hands, and hobbles his way upstairs, forgetting about his photo album that is still placed on my lap.

With a morbid sense of curiosity, I flip back to see what other pictures Nubbins has taken. It consists mainly of poor dead cattle, roadkill, more of the family, and property. Until I found a picture of Johnny smiling with the corpse of a dead girl, he looked ecstatic, carrying her over his shoulder, shirtless and sweaty. It appears like he was chasing her and finally caught her. Like a wolf hunting a rabbit. Before I could turn another page, I heard Nubbins coming back downstairs.

I quickly snap the album shut and plop it next to me while grabbing my sewing needles, pretending I was focusing on something else other than his photos.

“F-forgot this.” He mumbles under his breath, snatching the album from the couch and placing it under his arm while scuttling back to his room.

I sigh in relief at not getting caught looking through his album. I don’t know how he would react to it; it seems he takes his photography very seriously and personally. The last thing I want to do is cause trouble. Snooping like that is dangerous for me; I won’t try that again.

A few hours have passed since that little incident, and Sissy and I had just finished making dinner—chilli again, of course; it’s the family’s favourite. Made only how Drayton likes it, as he is the chilli expert.

I finish placing the cutlery and ceramic white plates on the dinner table just as Sissy rings the bell, signalling that food is cooked and it's time for supper.

“Pa and Johnny should be back anytime now.” Sissy yells out to me from the kitchen, and right on cue, I hear Drayton's beat-up old truck roll up front.

Heavy doors slam, and loud voices take over the silence. The more they get closer, the easier it is to tell that an argument broke out between them—more of Drayton lecturing over Johnny. But they both come straight to the dining table, sitting in their designated spots as I take my seat.

I’m in front of Johnny. I look at his handsome face and am happy to see him. He stares back at me, making heavy eye contact with me. He looks hungry, and I don’t think it's for chilli. I cast my eyes down, not being able to keep the contact. I’ve never been good at holding eye contact; it gets too much before I start feeling embarrassed; it's easier to just look away.

Bubba comes in dressed up like an old grandma, carrying the big pot of chilli. Using a large wooden spoon, he goes around the table, serving the portions on the plates. Sissy must have given him the task when he came up from the basement. He practically lives down there, barely coming up. I guess having your own lair would be nice; it’s spacious, but I don't see the appeal; each to their own.

Sissy comes skipping in right after with a tea spoon and medium-sized bowl of sour cream, plopping them down on the table for whoever. She glances around and notices Nubbins hasn’t arrived. She sighs in annoyance, skips to the stairs, and yells out his name while also yelling that it’s dinnertime.

"Hurry up before it gets cold!" She yells for the last time. She comes back, smiling and taking her seat right next to me. We wait to eat until Nubbins arrives, who, of course, rushes down the stairs to take his spot. Yapping on about the new photos he took today.

As Bubba puts the large pot down and sits, we begin to eat, and I glance back at Johnny, who is no longer staring at me but just casually eating and focusing on the others. I'm a tad jealous that he’s not focusing on me anymore. I must be showing it on my face as Johnny looks back at me with a smirk on his face. I flush red as he winks, and I look down again. I hate being so easy to read and tease.

After finishing dinner, I was helping clean up the leftovers and dishes. Then the most odd thing happened. Johnny started to help, packing up the plates and bringing them to me. Not once since I've been here has Johnny ever helped with dishes. Placing the dirty dishes in the sink, he slides behind me, sneakily pressing himself against my ass.

“Meet me outside near the shed. I got somethin’ for ya’." He says this quietly into my ear. With a quick kiss on my cheek, he's moves away leaving me alone and most likely heading to the shed.

I wonder what he planned for me tonight; I have a feeling it’s not just the usual romp but something more. Taking deep breaths, I head out from the back garden to the nearby large shed. I really hope this isn't a punishment after that incident a few days ago. After I had killed that black-haired woman, I yelled at him for sleeping with her. Yes, I murdered her, but I was still pissed that he did that. I felt betrayed.

Johnny, not reacting to my anger, turned and left, leaving me baffled. It's why now I'm getting nervous as I get closer to the shed. Moonlight giving me vision in the dark while the gravel crunches underneath my shoes, sounds of crickets and leaves rustling around me as I reach my destination.

Walking inside, Johnny is sitting on top of a large crater, and near him is another woman, bleeding from many cuts, gagged, and tied with an old rope to a chair. The poor thing is a sobbing mess. The outdoor lamps reflecting the wetness from her tears.

“I kept her alive just for you, sweetheart.” He says as he takes a drag from his cigarette. He stands up from the crate and saunters closer to me.

Did you fuck this one too? I wanted to say badly, but I held my tongue. The last thing I want is to end up in the same position as the new victim. I shouldn't test him.

Johnny smiles, like he knows what I want to say, and I'm never going to be able to hide my thoughts from him.

He wraps his muscular arm around my waist, pulling me towards him. “I know what you're thinking, sweetheart, and I didn’t put my cock any wear near her. I didn’t want you to have another temper tantrum like the other night.” He mocks me by blowing his cigarette smoke in my face.

I crinkled my nose at the smoke, swatting its vileness away from my face. He tugs me along closer and grips my chin to my face towards the woman, who is straining her eyes at me with desperation.

“I want you to slice her up real good.” He speaks softly into my ear. Using the arm that was around my waist, he reaches to his pocket, pulling out a small switchblade and placing it in my sweaty palm. A lump swells in my throat at what he's asking me to do. I have to torture this innocent woman. I look closely at her; she seems to be in her mid-late twenties or early thirties. How am I going to do this?

He notices my hesitation, and without getting angry, he instead gently guides me closer to her. He walks behind me, pressing his large frame against me. "Let me show you." His deep voice soothes me as he holds my wrists like a puppeteer. I bite my bottom lip as he, or I guess me, presses the knife to the fat part of her cheek. Sliding it across. Ruby-red blood shines out of the gash as the woman wrestles with her restraints on the chair.

“I can’t.” I whimper at him. My hands are trembling for causing her anguish. She doesn’t deserve this; no matter who she is, this is wrong.

“You will, or else I'll fuck her in front of you.” I'm not sure if it’s cowardice or selfishness, but I give in to him, letting him guide the knife along her delicate skin, slicing it and causing nasty red lines. We drag it down along her neck, pressing it down harder into her chest, where her heart is. I feel his hardness press into me, his hot breath along my neck, and his arm around my waist as we continue, going back up and pressing the sharp blade along her throat.

The woman's breathing is rapid. Panting from fear. I refuse to look at her face, knowing what I'll see. Knowing she doesn't want to die. Begging for her life.

“Do it.” He grunts, letting go of my wrist, holding me tight, waiting for me to slice her throat, wanting me to murder her on my own accord. I ignore the voices in my head as I dig the blade in deep enough. I shut my eyes as it gushes out. The woman gurgles and splatters in her gag as she chokes on her own blood.

I just killed another person, a human being. Who had a life? No, I can’t think about it; I won't. Thinking about that will get me killed. I love Johnny, and I’ll do anything for him.

I let out a big sob, trying to calm down as Johnny turned me into his chest, hugging me.

"You did so well, sweetheart." He assured me, patting my head. A sense of comfort swarms me as I'm held tight in his arms.

I crane my neck up to look up at him, his dark eyes blown wide with excitement. We stare at each other as our breaths get heavy.

He dives in for a hungry kiss. I reciprocate, wanting him to devour me and to feel him inside me. Keeping me full.

Johnny pulls and tosses me against a crate. My chest squishes flat as he pulls up my dress. I wiggle my upper body, trying to adjust myself to a comfortable position.

“Your soaked.” Johnny mocks me while gliding his fingers along my slit.

Without hesitation, I grind myself back on his hand, his thumb rubbing slow circles on my engorged clit, while two other fingers slide inside, stretching me out for his cock.

“Johnny.” I moan softly, feeling guilty as I look at the bleeding-dead woman, her limp body falling forward.

“Don't worry, darlin', I got you." His fingers start thrusting out of me, distracting me as I clench around them, moaning. Fuck, it feels good.

“Please, Johnny, keep going; don’t stop.” I squeezed myself again around his fingers. I'm so aroused that I could cum at any moment.

He is always so good with his fingers; he knows exactly where to put them, turning me into a moaning mess and aching for an orgasm. He presses his thumb on my clit harder, rocking it back and forth along with his other fingers.

I try not to look back at the woman; the sounds of my wetness echo through the shed. A hard slap to my ass cues me to look back at Johnny in surprise; he looks annoyed.

“Don’t fuckin’ ignore me, sweetheart.” He yells angry at me for being distracted. He pulls out his fingers, drawing a gasp out of me as he flips me over.

Flatting my back on the crate, I spread my legs while the rest of my dress is dragged up over my breasts. He moves in between my legs hovering over me.

“I’m sorry, Johnny.” I moan out as he gropes and kneads my breasts. I spread my legs further to accommodate his hulking frame. My pussy aching to be touched again. He sucks on a nipple, swirling it with his tongue as I reach around, digging my nails into his soft hair.

He stops sucking my nipples and roughly pulls my knees up to my chest so he can place his lips on my clit. He gently blows cool air on my pearl before encompassing his mouth around it, sucking and licking. I pant and squeeze his hair tighter, making him groan into my cunt. Shit, I'm going to cum soon. My cunt clenches around nothing, demanding to be filled as I reach my peak, legs shaking as I cum.

He pushes his cock inside me as I cum. We both groan in sync as he keeps going in. "Fuck your pussy feels incredible!" He groans, thrusting away.

I start moaning loudly, feeling very sensitive from my orgasm. He starts going harder, placing my calves over his shoulders. I hold on to him, trying to focus, but I'm so sensitive that I can barely keep up.

"Johnnyyy s-so good.” I breatheless moan, barely making a full sentence as my tits swing to his pounding.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart.” He warns, pushing my legs further back, reaching deeper than before. He places his thumb on my clit, massaging it.

I unexpectedly cum again, and my body shakes at its suddenness. Johnny moans deeply, feeling my gummy walls gush and tighten around his throbbing cock.

“Oh yeah, that’s what I love’.” He groans as he cums, squirting in me deeply, holding me still as he fills me up. I whine when he places my legs down. He watches his cum drip out of your cunt, biting his lower lip at the sight.

"Shit darlin', I wanna' fuck again." He groans enthusiastically, slapping my thighs.

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Johnny or Leland? | Episode 1

Previous Episode ♡ Next Episode Hiyyaa <33 This is a choose your own ending story. I'm sure this has been done before on here, but I've always been obsessed with the option of choosing your own path in stories. I wanted to make a love triangle story between Leland and Johnny but I just couldn't choose who to pick in the end so this was the best solution to my problem. I have also included links to porn in this series, for better visualization ;) I hope you enjoy the story! <3 Word Count: 1,644 Warnings: MDNI, kidnapping

You've always had such a hard time choosing. You find yourself spending ages making simple decisions and you don't understand how hard it can be… Do I want regular Coca Cola or Coca Cola cherry? You're standing in front of the open fridge at the convenience store, shutting it only after the cashier starts giving you dirty looks. You continue holding both of the glass bottles in your hand. Taking turns looking from one soda to the other. You feel this is a losing battle regardless, whatever you end up not choosing, will be the one you crave after taking one sip of your chosen drink. You take a deep sigh and don't take notice of the man approaching you.

“Havin’ a hard time deciding?” Your gaze shoots up from the bottles and you're met with a young man smirking at you, leaned up against one of the soda fridges. “uhh, yeah… which one would you pick?”, you tilt your head curiously. You just want this small inconvenience to be over with already. “I'm more of a classic guy. Don't like cherry too much. Go with the original”. He’s confident in the way he’s speaking. “Well, I do like cherry. I just-” He cuts you off, “cherry it is then sweetheart, come on, i'll get it for ya”. He opens the fridge and grabs the original coke from your hand to place it back in its place. You feel his hand graze yours, making your eyes shoot up to look at his face. He’s close to you as he reaches into the fridge. You get a whiff of his cologne and he smells really good.

He walks over to the cash register and you place the cherry coke on the counter. The man pulls out his wallet and flips through his cash to bring out a dollar bill. You haven't stopped staring since the first time you laid eyes on him, he’s beautiful and the way he occasionally licks his lips makes you feel some type of way. He finally takes notice, and as the cashier collects his change, he looks over to you to shoot you a quick wink. He lets his head drop, chuckling and your cheeks burn hotter than the sun. The cashier is unamused, rolling his eyes at the cheesy scene unfolding before his unfortunate eyes. You grab your drink off the counter while your head stays down to hide your hard blushing.

He holds the door open for you and gestures for you to walk in front of him. Once you exit the store, you're met with the cool night breeze. The sun has already set so it doesn't burn your skin to be outside, but you still feel that damn heat nonetheless. “Thank you for the drink, sir. You shouldn't have” your voice is sweet and gentle, you appreciate his kind gesture. “Sir?! alright, please don't tell me I look like a sir to you!”. His mouth is left agape but you see him smiling through his shock. You giggle at his reaction… it was intentional, he didn't look old at all but you just couldn't refrain from teasing him. “Oh, I don't know. Why don't you introduce yourself?”. You look up at him with a warm smile and he laughs, loving your playfulness. “Well darlin’, since you asked so kindly. The name’s Leland, I'm not a sir and I’d love to get to know a beautiful woman like yourself”. He looks down to your blushed face and smirks, loving your mannerism every time he directly flirts with you.

You look down at the ground but he steps closer to you, bringing his hand to your chin to have you facing him again. “No need to act all shy with me, sugar”. He’s only inches away from your face. You feel the warmth of his breath bounce off your lips. He’s still holding onto your chin and staring directly at your lips, making you lick them to prepare for him. He looks into your eyes briefly, smirking, then quickly pulls in to connect his lips with yours. His lips are soft and you feel like you're melting into the strangers arms as he uses his free hand to pull your waist closer. You shoot your eyes open as you hear a tree branch breaking behind you. It sounded close enough for you to turn around completely, facing the direction of the noise.

Leland looks at you with a raised eyebrow, wondering what's with the theatrics. “Did you hear that?” Your voice is almost whispering. “It was probably some squirrel. What? You're scared of some cute critter?”. He teases you and you laugh, playfully hitting his shoulder. He makes a face, pretending you hurt him, holding his shoulder and letting out fake pained grunts until he eventually also breaks into laughter with you. His teasing made you let your guard back down. He gently turns you back around and pulls you in again, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched as you continued kissing him. You were most likely paranoid due to the pitch blackness of the forest behind you. Anything could lurk in the shadows and your fear of the unknown is taking a toll on you, it was probably nothing. You feel a chill run up your spine, making you shiver and hug yourself. Leland notices your discomfort and pulls away from the kiss. He places both his arms around you, covering you like a warm blanket. “...you wanna warm up in my car?”. He looks down at you with his kind eyes. You nod into his chest and look up at him giving him a warm smile. He returns the smile and keeps one arm around your shoulder as the two of you walk over to his car.

Once both of you are seated in his car, he looks over to you. Your hands are tucked between your thighs, partially because of the dropping temperature. But it was also a way to calm the butterflies going wild between your legs. Just looking at the man made your thoughts act up. His lips were softer than cotton and thinking about them again made your lips tingle. Your thoughts get interrupted by his hand making its way to your thigh. His hand gives you a gentle squeeze as it rests warm and soft on your thigh. “You’re beautiful”. His words escaped him as if he was nervous. There were no hints of nervousness coming from him from the second you met him. You look at him and there is innocence to his mannerism, you find yourself smiling over his sweetness. Without saying anything, you lean in and let your lips find his. Your hands rest on his lap and he has one of his hands wrapped around your waist while the other is behind your neck.

You deepen the kiss, squeezing your hands in his lap. Your hands are resting close to his bulge and you feel how big the curve is. You moan into his kiss and he responds giving you a deep groan. He introduces his tongue and you gladly welcome it inside your mouth. Your spit and tongues swirl together and you can tell he’s experienced. You feel your pussy get wetter as you kiss him but break away from it to look down at his growing bulge. You look into his narrowed eyes and you can tell he wants you badly. You stroke the print of his shaft from the outside of his tight fitting jeans. You bite your lip as you continue stroking and he leans his head back, releasing a wonderful groan to express how good your soft hands feel on his clothed cock.

He lets his head return to meet your gaze and in that moment it was just you and him. Both of you were completely unaware of your surroundings as you started to unbuckle his belt. You unzip his jeans, breaking away from the kiss to focus on the zipper for a second. To your absolute horror, you hear the driver’s window shatter, and before you realize what had happened, you see Leland’s head collapsed on the steering wheel and blood gushing from the back of his head. You see the stone that was used to break the window and a faceless man rushing behind the car to make his way to your side.

“Leland!!! Please wake up!” you try shaking him but your desperate pleas prove to be useless as he’s knocked out cold. Your fight or flight kicks in and you unlock the door to get away before the man gets to you. You swing the car door open, crying as you feel horrible for leaving Leland behind. You run but your heart skips a beat when you hear heavy footsteps chase after you. You’re smart enough to not look back and continue running for your life, screaming for help as you try to make it back to the convenience store. You had no idea how close the man was to you but you become very aware the second he manages to hit you across the back of your head, making you fall to the ground. Your head is pressed against the concrete with his big hands, making it impossible to move and your vision starts to blur until everything fades to black.

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adaptacy · 7 months

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The Death of Peace of Mind

ayyyy chapter 3 is out!! go read it, pls comment n stuff i <3 feedback

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sugarschnaps · 9 months

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Leland HCs, because he died in Chapter Four

My heart has been broken by fanfiction countless times with Leland dying omg. (You know who you are) Anyways so I decided to write some Leland Golden boy McKinney HCs!!! They're mostly for my comfort and my inexplicable thoughts. Went from Leland hater to Leland brainrot real fast. Thank you, fanfiction authors! You're a gift to the planet <3 Not used to writing for characters that aren't my ocs, and these are purely my own comfort hcs, so hopefully you guys don't mind my little contribution to the fandom. I might post other hcs if people want? idk Side note: These are also kind of somewhere between "soft boyfriend" and "part time group dad" energy, interpret these how you want. :D

He's not big on slushies originally. Probably not a big fan of cold things generally with a few exceptions of course, but he can't resist seeing you so excited to try the new flavour and wanting to drag him along. (At the time, probably blue raspberry. It came out in '74!) And of course, he'll go with you. You manage to persuade him to try it. He winds up enjoying them quite a lot. Blue raspberry is his favourite from then on, though you can never quite tell if it's the flavour that he likes or the fact that you introduced it to him.

He doesn't like hot custard. Can't explain that one, it's just a thought, honestly. But he'd rather die than eat hot custard, he just doesn't like it lmao

He absolutely has a thing for you wearing his shirts or if he has a jacket on, his jacket at the time. Especially when it's colder out, and he knows he can help you warm up. He protects his friends from literal cannibals in game, so why not from the elements too? And to build on this, I also HC he doesn't really like leather jackets because of his arms. They're always tight for his shoulders. But he still wears them sometimes for style points, you know what I'm saying? (When I say "a thing" here it means his heart is swelling and he can't stop smiling. Proud dad, maybe happy boyfriend, I dunno I'm just here for happy and alive boy Leland)

He gives the best hugs out of the whole group, for sure. He's always warm to the touch, even in winter, it's like he's literally got a built in heater or something. Plus, look at him. He is literally built for hugs. Wrestle hugs? Are those a thing? They are now I said so He'd definitely have anyone he cuddles with feel safe when he holds them. (He also prefers to be hugged around the waist than higher up his body.)

If you ever go out to watch a movie with him, you're absolutely leaving there laughing. Leland is a master of comedic timing and stupid comments. He'll find a way to spin any movie to be a comedy. Horror, Romance, anything. He'll make a terrible joke, and it'll be funny. Maybe less because of the actual comedic value, more in how he delivers his jokes, or how he ends up laughing halfway through them and ends up laughing also. His laugh is infectious.

Leland gives me dad joke energy. I will not elaborate.

He is literally just such a ray of sunshine. He's a bit dim-witted at times (it's ok bb me too <3) but he makes up for it in how pure he generally is. He's a good shoulder to cry on, especially while hugging him (literally speaking as well as emotional things- sorry, I'll shut up about his arms now). He might not be 100% certain how to comfort you most of the time, but he's trying his best.

One thing I can conform for an absolute certain is that he has the most banging record collection anybody has ever known. Man has brilliant taste in music. Queen, ABBA, that whole vibe is his favourite to listen to. He has a collection of vinyls he tells nobody about. You're probably the first to know, likely from him knowing the words to things like Killer Queen especially.

His favourite song, however, is definitely Hooked on a Feeling. It's just... I can't explain it. He'd dad dance to this, for sure. He's just a little silly goofy boy <3333

If you're the type of person that sees fluffy and/or soft hair and immediately wants to braid a bit of it, he will gladly let you do so. He'll probably have to lean down for it to be more comfortable for you. He doesn't care if you're a bit messy or not used to braiding hair properly, he'll happily keep it in for a day at least. He has the SOFTEST hair anybody has ever known, he's just a very fluffy boy and I love him.

In the winter, if you forget to bring gloves or whatnot, he'll hold your hands to warm them up. Referring back to the little portable heater energy thingy we've got going for him. Also, doesn't matter who you are his hands are always bigger than yours even if it's very slightly.

He gives me golden retriever energy he's so baby That's it that's the post, love y'all, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk <3

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Johnny or Leland? | Episode 4

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It’s difficult to keep track of time when you have no clue what time of day it is. You feel like it's been days, maybe weeks? Johnny brings food and takes care of you like he said he would. You fail to see what the end goal is. Is he gonna kill you? Is he planning on releasing you or… is this it? Being held captive in his basement, keeping you alive but you don't get to live life. You’ve grown really fond of him, he’s the highlight of your day whenever he walks through that door. Sure, he’s the only human interaction you get, but it wasn't bad human interaction, certainly doesn’t feel like a hostage situation. He’s kind and gentle. He sits down and eats with you, youre talking and laughing. If the circumstances were different, you would be head over heels in love with the man. And of course, he fucks you real good. Sometimes he’s rough and other times he’s slow, passionate and loving, making you wonder if he’s as fond of you as you are of him.

Johnny can't stay with you all the time and he leaves you in the cold and dusty room alone. He brought you a blanket and pillows to keep you company and warm when he’s away. But other than that it was painfully quiet. Sometimes you swear that you hear Leland calling for you. It echoes in your head but when you call for him, you don't get a reply. You know it's your mind playing tricks on you, hallucinating, but you miss Leland. You’re scared of what might've happened to him. With your time alone, you find yourself thinking about him a lot. His playfulness, laugh and charm was burned into your mind, stinging more and more. It's not rare for you to cry as you imagine him holding you. You remember his desperate screams as you were pulled away by Johnny. You hate how complicated everything is. You hate that you can't decide between the two men when the answer should be so simple.

Your thoughts get interrupted when you hear the familiar door open again. It's Johnny and he’s holding your breakfast… or lunch… or dinner, you're not really sure which meal it is. It feels like your mind goes blank whenever you see him, you shoot him a warm smile and get up to greet him. You walk over and balance on your toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, he has to lean forward a little to have you reach him. “How did my woman sleep?”. Based on his question, you assume maybe this could be breakfast then. “She was lonely without her man to keep her company”, you make a pouty face and cross your arms. You were playful in your tone but you were serious. It was always so miserable and scary sleeping alone. He has slept with you a couple times but recently says he’s too busy to spend all that time with you. You hold some resentment, but you’re happy he’s back.

He puts your plate on the ground by the mattress and comes back to give you a big hug. He holds you in his arms for a while without saying anything. Your head is pressed against his hard chest and you hear his heartbeat. “I missed you so much today, I couldn't even do my work proper… You were on my mind too much” his voice is low, like he hates admitting it to himself. You smile and look up at him, giving him a quick peck. He turns the quick kiss into a long and passionate one. He’s cupping your face with both hands and making out with you like he hadn't seen you in years. You welcomed his kiss, you had missed him too. His touch was enough to make you feel like you're floating. But you keep getting flashes of Leland. He’s haunting you. The more you enjoyed Johnny's presence, the more of Leland you saw and you think a big reason is because you think Johnny is the cause for something bad having happened to him.

At the very least… you have to know. You have to find out what Johnny did to him. Is he still in that room waiting for you to come back? Does he think youre dead or did his mouth dig his own grave? Making Johnny kill him? You had so many questions and all of them could be answered by the man kissing you. You break away from the kiss and look down. “What’s wrong, doll?”. His voice is concerned and his brows are furrowed as he tries lifting your chin to make him face you. You reject his touch and continue looking down, you know he’s getting more and more worried. “...w-what did you do to him?” Your voice is soft and quiet. Johnny is so good to you, so kind but you're scared the mention of his name will make him snap. He sighs. “what i did to who?...”. He’s not asking cause he doesn't know, he's asking cause he’s testing you. You don't care if he snaps, you have to know. “...W-what did you do to Leland?”. His name was like a trigger and he grabs your face, harder than he’s ever done before. “Don't you ever utter his name. Besides, why do you care? You have me. Am I not enough?”. He squeezes harder with that last question, he’s hurt that you would bring him up. “you… y-you’re hurting me Johnny”, your voice is soft and careful. “Answer my question”. His voice is weak, he’s hurting and demanding for you to validate the feelings he already has for you, thinking you felt the same way towards him. “you’re more than enough”. Tears are streaming down your face at this point. It was true though, he was enough but that didn't erase the feelings you had for Leland.

His grip loosens and he steps away from you, putting his hands behind his head, then on his hips. He’s pacing back and forth not knowing what to say or do. “Why do you fucking care about him anyways? You met him the same damn night you met me. You've spent more time with me than you did with him”. You don't know what to say, you don't even know what he wants you to say. It's a question designed to trap you no matter the answer. “I don't care about him… i- i just don’t…” he interrupts you. “Well obviously you do care, otherwise you wouldn't bring it up, would you?”. His voice is angrier than it's ever been and for the first time, you're scared for your life in his presence. “I’m sorry… it won't happen again” Your voice is weak and you try hugging yourself to calm yourself down, a form of self soothing. “Damn right it won’t happen again… I mean FUCK” He kicks your food that was laid on the ground. The food goes flying and the plate nearly hits you but you manage to dodge just in time. You hug yourself harder, trying to shrink yourself. Maybe if you stayed still enough, he wouldn't see you. He walks over to you and the sight of him angrily approaching, makes you backup a little. He grabs you by your hair and gets close to your face. His grip is hard and he’s hurting you again. “You’ve lost food privileges, I'll be back in a week”. He lets go of your hair and almost throws you away like he was disgusted seeing your face. He starts walking out of the door and you run after him crying, grabbing his forearm trying to pull him back. You don't care even if he slaps you, you didn't want him to leave you, especially for a week. You don’t care about the food, you want him. “Let go” he says simply and pulls himself from your grip and locks the door behind himself. You fall to the ground crying hysterically.

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Johnny or Leland? | Episode 3

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He throws you onto the cold and dirty stone floor. You're in a small room. You can't make out the layout of this basement. He walked a long way to get here and it seems like the biggest basement ever. He latches the wooden door and there is a mattress leaned up against the wall. He pulls it down, laying it on the ground. You’re confused by his mannerism, he’s not acting like he’s about to kill you. But really, what do you know? you havent been killed before, so you continue watching him. He walks over to you and pulls out a knife from what you presume is his back pocket. You close your eyes and try to pull your knees closer to your face, scrunching up as much as possible. You know these are your last moments and you think of Leland. What the two of you could've been, you really liked him and the thought of never seeing him hurts so, so much. The tears start streaming down your face as you mumble to yourself. You don't know what you're saying, maybe you're praying. Praying that if there is a God, for him to be merciful. Please forgive your sins.

The man turns you over and pulls on your wrists, cutting loose the rope holding them together. He continues to do the same to your ankles and you're so confused, you start to get a headache. You see the man hunched over, sliding one of his arms under your knee crease and the other to support your back as he lifts you up. You're being picked up and held in his arms. Being only inches away from his face reminds you of your initial attraction to the man. There was no denying that he was beautiful, broken and all types of messed up… but hypnotizingly beautiful. You continue staring at him, trying to look for any facial expression willing to reveal the answers behind his mystique. He looks down to you and chuckles. “Enjoying the view, princess?” you blush and look down. Why the hell are you blushing? He places you down on the dirty mattress and you feel how your ankles and wrists are sore. You rub them, trying to soothe the pain. The man is towering over you, watching you from above. “You ready to try this again?”. You look up at him with a confused expression, not knowing what he’s referring to.

He gets down, sitting on the mattress with you. Your back is close to the wall and you continue backing up as he gets closer to you. You feel the cold stone wall behind you, stopping you from continuing further. The man is only an inch away from your face. You didn't even realize that you're sitting with your legs spread open. He sees the opportunity and takes it, letting his hand find its way to your already wet pussy. You flinch and let a small gasp escape from your lips caused by his fingertips grazing your slit. “oooh, so close… but I need that moan darlin’”. He’s smirking but his eyes are focused on your lips, thinking that any second you'll give it to him. Once again he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb only for a short moment before he pounds his fingers into your tight pussy. You don't give him the satisfaction but it doesn't stop him. He forces his fingers in and out of your cunt. At first he's going slow, but eventually increases the intensity and force. You have your hands laid on either side of you, gripping onto the mattress, shutting your eyes but holding back with all your might. You bite your lip and that's when he grabs your face, forcing a pouty expression onto it.

He gets close to your lips and licks them, taking turns sucking on your bottom, then top lip. You don't kiss him back but he doesn't ask that of you. You don't have to do it back, he still has full access to you, sliding in and out of your pussy and sucking your soft lips, tasting you. You grip the mattress harder but there is only so much you can do. “You’re a tough one to crack. I like that about you darlin’”. You hate the way he’s talking to you. No matter what you do, he likes all of it, you can never win with him. Thinking of that fact made your brows furrow and your expression turn sour. The man notices your angry facial expression. “What’s the matter baby? Is big ol’ Johnny being mean to you?”. Your eyes widen at him telling you his name. “...johnny?”. Your voice is soft and you say it like you don't want him to hear it. “fucckk, don't say it like that doll… you’re too much”, he leans closer to you and you look down to see his cock growing in his jeans. Your facial expression stays mad and he decides to play along. “Alright sweetheart, you’re mad at me? Keep it up, let’s see how long it lasts”.

Your hands are still by your side, legs still spread. Johnny starts going down on you, not breaking eye contact until he's only an inch away from your wet slit. You brace yourself for him, gripping the mattress harder and holding your breath. You hear Johnny chuckle between your legs, distracting you for a second, which gives him the perfect opportunity to connect his tongue with your slit. He drags his tongue through your folds and you let out a gasp from how good it feels. You feel him smirk as he's licking you, tasting you. “You taste amazing darlin’” his voice is husky and he’s hungry for you. The more he gets to taste you, the more erratic his movements become. The whole time you're still holding your breath and refusing to moan. At this point it's become a game, and he was working hard to win… but so were you. He slides his left hand under your top and starts playing with your nipples between his thumb and index finger. He’s pulling, twisting and rubbing them, making your back arch. “Good girl, just like that”, his voice is gentle and you're confused by how you're craving this psychopath.

His tongue is sliding between your folds and one hand playing with your nipples. Without any form of warning, he slides his two fingers inside your wet hole and directs the tip of his tongue to focus on your clit at the same time. He caught you so off guard that a moan accidentally escapes your mouth. You smile to yourself, slightly disappointed that you lost at your own game but impressed that he was able to break you. “fuckkk, that was the cutest thing i’ve heard”. His voice made you weak and you responded by giving him another moan. “Not so angry with me anymore, are you?” He continues forcing his fingers deep inside you, rough and fast as he’s sucking on your clit. He's moving his tongue in circles, then moving his head side to side and making loud slurping sounds, devourings your sensitive pussy. He can't get enough and he’s eating your pussy desperately. It’s so intense your eyes roll to the back of your head and your moans are bordering on screams.

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He moans and groans between your legs until he can't hold himself together anymore. He gets on his knees and starts unzipping his jeans. You watch him and his eyes are narrowed, eager to feel your insides. He whips out his cock and you subconsciously open your mouth, leaving it open. Whether it was because you were shocked by his massive size or preparing yourself to taste it, you didn't know. Either way, you wanted him bad. Your back is still leaned against the wall and he comes close to you, until his dick is right in front of you. “open your mouth sweetheart”. His voice is demanding and deep.

You open your mouth and wrap your soft lips around his tip. “Mmmh, just like that. you're such a good girl” you blush at him praising you and it makes you want to pleasure him more than anything just to hear his voice. You suck, putting pressure around his tip as you circle your tongue, tasting his precum. He was already hard and you wrap both your hands around his cock, stroking his shaft, back and forth as you let your lips suck on his tip. You feel his cock twitch and you move one of your hands to his balls, massaging them, encouraging him to cum in your mouth. He takes notice of your sneaky schemes and pulls his cock out of your mouth.

He backs up a bit and pulls on your ankles, making you slide towards him and laying flat on your back. He shoves his fingers in your mouth and forces you to salivate around them, your mouth is wet and he leaves a string of spit as he exits your mouth. He brings his wet fingers to your pussy and rubs it for a little bit before he aligns his cock with your entrance and slowly enters your pussy. You're soaked and he glides in easily. “You’re so wet for me princess”. He grabs you by your hips and places you on his lap, so he can shove himself deeper. But he doesn't move and you're desperate for his cock to pound into you. With his huge cock inside you, you move your hips in circles and hump up and down and his cock, fucking him as he’s just stood there smirking at your erratic movements. “God, you’re so beautiful, doll”. Finally he grabs hold of your waist and thrusts into you, earning a loud moan from you. He grunts with every deep thrust, holding your waist to keep you still. He pounds hard into you and both of you moans and groans fill the empty room.

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“mmh… i'm gonna cum Johnnyy”. Your voice is weak from all the pouding into your already sensitive pussy. “Not yet princess, hold it for me”. He’s not done with you and pushes your thighs backwards, making you hold them so he can have a perfect and open view of your wet and abused hole. It was too much to ask of you to hold your orgasm. “i-im sorry… fuckkk im coming!” You can't hold it any longer and cum on his dick. He feels your walls tighten around his cock but he doesn't stop thrusting. “I told you not to cum princess. you're gonna have to live with the consequences”. He’s talking to you like he’s a disappointed parent. He pushes on the back of your thighs and somehow gets even deeper than before. Your tight and pulsating pussy can't handle it and your whole body shakes as he’s pounding into you. “fuckkk, im gonna cum in your tight little pussy”. You feel his warm liquid fill you up and shoot deep inside you. You’re squirming from the overstimulation but his cum coming in contact with your walls made all pain go away.

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He pulls out of your cunt, breathless and exhausted from the intense sex. You feel the mixture of both your cum drip out of your pussy and soak the mattress beneath you. He watches you like he's an artist admiring his beautiful piece of art hung in a museum, proud of his masterpiece. You swear, you're seeing stars and you're laid flat on the mattress just thinking about how your life has come to this. You remember Leland and an insane wave of guilt hits you as he’s probably worried sick for you, and you're getting dicked down by the man who beat the shit out of him. A tear falls from your eyes. You feel Johnny crawling over your overpowered body, he hovers over your face and notices your tears. “What’s wrong darlin’? I hope I'm not hurting you”. His voice is gentle and you're surprised by how genuine it sounds. “...you’re not”. You feel bad for making him worry for you as well. Why do you care about his feelings? You don't know, maybe it's the people pleaser in you.

He puts his hand on your chin, lifting your head to face him. His body is massive and you feel small under his big shadow. “Can I kiss you?”. His question catches you by surprise. Not long ago, he was rearranging your guts and now he’s asking to kiss you? You’re confused by his logic and you feel pressured by his question. Not because you don't want to, more over that you actually do. You shouldn't want to kiss him, but looking at his lips made your heart race. You know they were soft, he gave you a taste of them earlier and ever since you haven't stopped thinking about them. You give him a weak nod and you blush, trying to avoid his gaze. He doesn't waste any time and leans in to connect his lips with yours. His lips are soft and you moan into his kiss. You hate the way he makes you feel. He didnt act like a killer, he didnt kiss like a killer, he didn’t fuck like a killer. Your tongues are craving each other as they twirl together in a synchronized rhythm. He breaks away from the kiss and looks deep in your eyes. If you were a little crazier, you would think his eyes looked sad. “I’m gonna take care of you”. His voice is soft and genuine and just by pure reflex, you lift both your hands to cup his face. He leans into your hands, closing his eyes and taking a deep sigh. His handsome face being held by your hands is tugging at your heartstrings, you can't decipher the feelings you're experiencing.

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Johnny or Leland? | Episode 2

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Your ears are ringing and you wake up feeling like your brain is about to drill itself out of your head. Once the ringing gets quieter and you hear the muffled voice of a man calling for you, screaming your name. The voice sounds desperate and he takes notice of your small movements as you slowly start to get back to full consciousness. “Oh thank god you're awake! I'll beat the shit out of that son of a bitch for touching you… Are you okay?”. You finally recognize the voice, it sounded so different when he’s in this desperate state. You try forcing your eyes to open to look at him. After a couple of attempts you're finally able to muster up the strength to lift your head to meet his gaze. He was a couple feet in front of you, bloody and beaten. Just like you, his back was leaned against the wall with both wrists and ankles tied with rope.

The second you lay your eyes on him, you wish you hadn't. Your heart breaks seeing him in this state. It’s hard to mess up a perfect face like his but it was covered in bruises and you wish you were closer so you could kiss his pain away, going from bruise to bruise, covering him with your love. “Please tell me youre okay”. You sense sadness in his voice as he sees you in the state you’re in, which you bet is not as bad as his. The fact that he was worried for you over himself made your eyes start to water, a tear making its way down your face. You're still weak and not fully back to normal but you're able to force something out of you to let him know you're fine. “mmh- i’m… okay Leland”, you use all your strength to respond to him and you see him take a sigh of relief, his eyes still full of rage.

You imagine him not being tied up, coming over and wrapping his big arms around you again, kissing where it hurts and taking care of you. And you could take care of him, holding and kissing him back. You see the fury in his eyes and if he wasn't tied up right now, he would kill the man who did this to you. “It’s okay darlin’ i'll get us out of here, don't you worry”. You see him trying to pick at the rope around his wrists but to no avail, it was tight and so was yours. You feel like someone splashed ice cold water on your face when you hear a heavy sliding door slide open. Your heart starts to beat faster and you feel it in your ears, almost making you go deaf. Leland has laser focus in the direction where the sound was coming from, impatiently waiting for his kidnapper to walk through so he knows what he's dealing with. The footsteps get closer and both of you are waiting for the man to turn the corner and make his face known.

He finally shows and stands in front of you. He was big and looked to be only a couple years older than you. You're lucky that your hands were tied… You wanted to hit yourself across the head when you shamelessly admitted to yourself that the man was ridiculously attractive, as if he wasn't responsible for you being knocked out and tied in his basement. His body was massive, you can tell he works out a lot and his face was disturbingly stunning. He’s looking down holding a knife as he's walking towards the two of you, cleaning it with his shirt, making his shredded abs peek through from under it. You hate yourself for thinking about the things you do.

He looks up and immediately makes eye contact with you, ignoring Leland completely. “Oh, look who's back awake! Good morning doll”. He’s wearing a sly smirk and he’s still walking towards you. You try pressing yourself into the wall behind you, hoping it swallows you whole. “Get away from her you freak!” Leland tries defending you as much as he possibly can, you hear how angry he sounds. You get scared for his life when the man’s face shifts from a smirk to a hunter's expression. He looks to Leland and starts walking over to him instead. “I would keep that mouth shut, pretty boy. Unless you want to lose that tongue of yours”. His voice is deep and serious, you start crying and your sniffles make your captor turn his head. “Look, you're making the lady cry”. He’s toying with him and Leland tries his best to keep his quiet so as to not escalate the situation, but it was impossible looking at his smug face. He enjoyed teasing him, you're not sure what freakish needs he was fulfilling. “Rot in hell you piece of shit” Leland’s voice is low but confident, he spits on the ground by the kidnappers feet.

Like a reflex, the man punches Leland across the face, knocking him over to his side. “Leland!!!”. The man continues to kick him and you're screaming bloody murder trying to get him to stop. You’re sure you broke your vocal cords with the way you screamed his name and pleaded for the man to stop. You start hysterically crying and moving around, trying to scoot over to him, wanting to cover his body with yours in order to absorb some of the impact yourself in exchange for his safety. But you barely move and inch and you feel helpless, making you cry harder. The man finally stops and you can't bring yourself to look at him, you're so angry, you could kill the son of a bitch. The man starts walking over to you. You should be fearing for your life but after what he did to Leland, all you feel is rage and you look at him with tearfilled eyes and furrowed eyebrows. He’s getting closer, locking eyes with yours, smirking as he kneels down to get down to face level with you.

He grabs your face with his rough hand. It's big and he makes sure to hold you with a strong grip. “You’re so cute when you're mad”. His voice is deep and patronizing, his smirk as big as ever, he glances at your lips and you quickly retract them and force your head to turn, releasing yourself from his grip. He lets out a big laugh. “Don’t touch her or I'll kill you!”. You can hear that he uses all his leftover strength to try to protect you. The man turns around to look at Leland, still laying down. You try keeping the man's focus away from Leland. You didn't want him hurting him again so as a last desperate attempt you try begging him. “P-please sir, we don't want any trouble. Just let us go, we won't tell a soul, we promise”. Your voice is weak and so is your whole being from seeing Leland. There is no use in rage in a situation like this. Not only are you tied up, but you wouldn't have a chance trying to fight the man regardless. You needed to be smart about this in order to get you and Leland out of here, your best bet was your kindness and sweet voice. It’s never let you down before, granted, you've never had to use it on a psycho killer but it was worth a shot. “Please, just dont hurt him”. You look up at him with your glossy doe eyes, your voice weak and desperate.

He’s still holding your face and he looks down at you with his predator eyes, studying your face. His facial expression intrigued you. It didn't look like he wanted to hurt you, it was the opposite… It looked soft. If you were a bit more delusional, you would be convinced that your sweet talk actually worked, but realistically it probably didn't. Without acknowledging your pleas, he gets back up and walks towards Leland again. You're curious about what he’s about to do next, so you don't make a sound. You're scared that if you did, somehow that would make that softness in his face disappear, making him snap and do something bad.

He gets to Leland, towering over his overpowered body. He hunches over, grabbing his forearm and pulling him to make him sit back up, leaning him against the wall and facing you again. Once you’re able to make eye contact with Leland again, you force a weak smile trying to non-verbally tell him that it's gonna be okay. You're gonna get him out of here. Both of you are gonna go back to that convenience store and grab that original coca cola and drink one each, kissing and cuddling. You’re gonna sit together on a bench in the park with your head leaned on his broad shoulders. You’re gonna look up at him, giving him a sweet kiss and you're gonna hear his wonderful laugh again. You almost get lost in your fantasy but you wish, oh you wish that maybe if you fantasize hard enough that it'll come true…

…It didn't, and you see the man walking over to you again but this time, Leland has the perfect view of you. Whatever he was about to do next, he wanted Leland to watch. It made you nervous seeing him approach you and once again he kneels down, this time a little to your right. You're able to make eye contact with Leland and he meets your gaze, giving you that same soft expression from earlier, ‘It’s okay, I'll get us out of here’. You flinch hard as you feel the man's hand force itself between your legs, spreading you open. You try your hardest to shut your legs but he uses his other hand to keep you spread open. You regret putting on a skirt. That choice made it so much easier for the man to get good access to your pussy. He licks his fingers while staring intensely at Leland. He brings his hand down to your pussy, rubbing it in pressured circles. “I said dont touch her you motherfucker!” Leland is screaming from the top of his lungs, you know if he wasn't tied up he would beat the shit out of the man touching you.

He keeps rubbing over your panties and you try your hardest not to moan, your eyes are shut hard. You can't bear looking at Leland and you hope he’s not looking at you, but you know he most likely is. The man grabs your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Moan for me darlin’, I know you want to” his voice is low and deep. He loves seeing your lips twitch as you try your hardest not to moan. You shake your head, refusing to give him what he wants. You can't see Leland but you know he’s proud of you for fighting back. “Come on, not even if I beg?”, he continues trying to get you to moan and you shake your head again, he won't break you. His finger pushes harder on your clit and you desperately want to moan but you resist. He pulls your panties to the side and uses his rough thumb to rub your clit, it feels so good… You can't help but get wet. It's not really in your control at this point. He was stimulating your cunt in all the right ways. He feels your wet entrance with his index and middle finger, still rubbing your clit with his thumb. “oh, so you do like me touching you, huh?”. A smirk grows on his face, proud that he was able to expose your true feelings. He looks over to Leland. His jaw is clenched and if looks could kill, the man would be long gone. “You see that pretty boy? She’s all wet for me”, he slides his two fingers through your slit, collecting some of your pussy juice with his fingers and holding it up for Leland to see, spreading his finger in the air as your slimy wetness leaves a string between his spread fingers.

“All I need from you now is a moan darlin’, come on, give it to me”. He brings his fingers back to your cunt. His thumb is circling and putting pressure on your clit. You shake your head. No matter how good this feels, you can't do it, you won't do it, for Lelands sake. You flinch as he suddenly forces his index and middle finger inside you. You flinch hard, but again, use all your strength to not moan. He slides his fingers in and out of your soaked pussy. You hear him let out a deep groan, trying to inspire you to do the same. You shut your eyes but he immediately grabs hold of your face, making your eyes open automatically. He licks his lips as he's sliding in and out of you, watching your lips, waiting patiently for your moan. You wont give it to him, over your dead body.

“Fuck you, you piece of shit”, a tear falls from your eyes, you hate that Leland has to watch this… you hate that it feels good. You hate the son of a bitch in front of you for turning you on. With that last phrase his whole expression changes in a millisecond and he slaps you across the face. It was hard enough to make you fall to the ground, but you could tell that wasn't his full power, not even close. “Stubborn bitch, you shut your mouth. understand?!”. The man raises his voice and you're laying on the ground in a fetal position, you're scared but even after he hits you. You wont give him what he wants, he would have to kill you. "I'm gonna fucking kill you! Get away from her now!” Leland keeps trying to threaten and scream but you hate that he can't actually do anything. You know he hates it even more.

The man pulls you back up from the floor, pushing you up against the wall so you're sitting again, your ankles and wrists still tied. “Do you understand?” He repeats himself and he sounds dead serious. You shake your head again and look him in the eyes, refusing to show weakness. He stands back up and forces you up to your feet with him. He starts walking and drags you along with him. “What are you doing? Come back you motherfucker! Don't you fucking dare hurt her!”. You hear Leland’s desperate pleas as you are being dragged away. You try wiggling around as much as you possibly can to loosen the man’s grip. “Leland!!!” you cry out, not being able to do much other than call for him, but hoping to see him run and come to your rescue. He continues calling for your name and you respond to your best ability until he’s far enough away where your calls don't reach each other. You cry and try to hit the man but he doesn't budge and you're certain that you're being dragged to your death.

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Roller Skating With Leland

This is my time writing... like ever. I wanted to give it a try, i hope someone sees this, maybe reads it and crazily enough, maybe likes it?? <3 This is kinda short, it was meant to be way longer and originally, it was about Johnny. But I scrapped that idea and went with this instead.

Summary: You bought a pair of skates two months ago and you become a regular at the local roller rink. A man approaches you.

Word count: 1,573

Warnings: None (fluff)

The sun is setting, the different nuances of orange and pink mingling together in the sky. This time of day has always been your favorite. On a regular Friday night like this, it's not uncommon to find you at the roller rink. You had picked up these beautiful roller skates from the mall two months back. Really, the pink color just grabbed your attention so you had no choice but to grab a pair for yourself. You had no original intention to learn to skate but might as well now that you got a pair. You don't have any friends to practice with but you were determined to make good use of the skates so you became a regular at the local roller rink. Hoping to make some friends and gain a new skill.

Maxine was usually working and she made sure to put on her biggest smile whenever you walked in. You’ve grown pretty close to her and she’s been your first, and quite frankly, your only friend since moving to Newt. You’ve always found it difficult to make friends and you see yourself as a lone wolf, alone but capable. “Well, if it isn't my favorite customer!” she exclaimed, somehow always finding you before you find her. “Here I am!” you roll your eyes, seeming unamused. You already know her routine of making sure you never forget how badly you suck at skating. “Ready to humor us with your graceful falls this evening?” holding back her laughter. You would think it gets old, after two months and all but here we are, “shut up…” you can't help but slightly smirk to yourself and she giggles at your reaction. You hand her a five dollar bill and after making some quick small talk, you start making your way down to the rink.

Since it was a Friday evening, the rink was sure to be packed with people. Friends and lovers enjoying their time, laughing and hanging out. The mixture of bright and neon lights created a wonderful feeling, and the disco ball in the center of the roof was the cherry on top. They always played the best music on fridays, you don’t know if that’s by coincidence, but you had a feeling Maxine was the reason behind it. You sit on one of the benches close to the edge of the rink, putting on your skates and ready to kick ass, knowing Maxine would be watching your every move as fuel for future teasing. “She's a lady” by Tom Jones started playing, you glance over at the desk and see Maxine shooting you a little wink. It was your favorite song at the moment and with that you gracefully rolled onto the slippery surface.

It’s been a week since you last skated and you always felt a little rusty initially so you made sure to start slow and warm up. Once you feel you are comfortable, you pick up the pace and get confident with your moves, you feel the music taking over and you’re spinning and moving your body to the songs that are played, one after another. You made sure to shoot some smirks back at Maxine who is impressed with today's performance. A little secret… you had been practicing during shifts you knew she would be off, just to really wow her. You were delighted to realize that your sneaky schemes had been proven successful.

While you were deep inside your own little bubble, you hadn’t noticed a man skating alongside you. You smiled at him trying to be polite, not thinking much of it. He put his arms around your waist, he was handsome but you weren't really interested. A nervous giggle escaped your mouth. “I'm sorry, do I know you?” coming across a bit more hostile than you anticipated. “Yeah, you’re that stunning girl I met on the roller rink.” he gives you a sneaky wink. You couldn't help but blush a little. Male attention isn't foreign to you, but it never fails to get you to blush regardless. Before you are able to respond he grabs your hand, shaking it “the name’s Leland, i’d like to get to know you”. A smirk growing on his face. His charm was damn near irresistible and you couldn't help but look down and giggle at his direct manners.

You guess it’s butterflies? The men approaching you were usually more nervous and cautious with the way they spoke to you, as if to not ruin any chances. But here this guy was, direct and confident. Something you definitely found attractive. You finally shake his hand back “The name is Mikaela, pleasure to meet you Leland!”, you made sure to make your voice sound a little seductive. His confidence seemed to have rubbed off on you. You grabbed his hand and dragged him off from the rink. All this skating got you thirsty, nothing a milkshake couldn’t handle.

Leland was following suit and ordered both of you a milkshake, you took a seat by one of the booths and started to get to know each other. Other than his gorgeous looks and smooth talking, he was also really funny and easy to talk to. You found that the time flew by fast and before you knew it, it was 11PM and you needed to head back home.

Leland put his hand in his pocket and urged you to hook your arm around his, you obliged and waved goodbye to Maxine, who was still standing by the desk. You felt the cool breeze hit you as soon as you stepped foot outside. You made a *brr* sound, making Leland look down to you. “You cold?” he asked with his eyebrows furrowed. “...a little” you respond looking up at him. He was wearing a jacket, he immediately took it off and covered you with it.

You felt the warmth of his body through the jacket that was now placed onto your shoulders, it felt good and even though you had just met the guy, you felt strangely safe with him. Together, you walked over to the curb, the bus station was right there so you just had to wait for the next bus.

Leland takes a seat by the curb, you sit alongside him. Both of you are watching the sky. It was a clear night, though chilly, it was a nice change to the intense Texan heat. You had a perfect view of the stars, they seemed to shine brighter tonight. You were still lost in the beauty of the stars when you noticed Leland was no longer watching the stars, but instead watching you. You continue watching the stars, not acknowledging him “the stars are beautiful tonight” you said, feeling mesmerized, “yeah… they really are”. You could see from your peripheral that he was still watching you so you finally looked at him. You didn't realize you were only inches away from his face.

“Can I kiss you?”, his voice low and husky. You were surprised by the suddenness but without hesitation you leaned in, still holding his jacket around your shoulders. He wrapped one arm around your waist while holding your chin with the other. The kiss was passionate, like you’d been starving each other of this moment all night. His tongue was experienced, you could tell. Yours, not so much, you had only kissed a handful of guys but Leland quickly topped the chart as the best.

The kiss ended abruptly due to the bus arriving in the distance. You pulled away, opening your eyes just to get partially blinded by the buses’ headlights. Leland grabs your jaw, drawing your attention back to him. “I want to see you again next friday, same place, alright?”. You look at him tightening your lips and giving him a hesitant look as if to say “i don't know, gotta check my calendar” but he knows you're teasing and giggles at your playfulness. “Alright sweetheart, don't make me beg now”. His words make your stomach twist a little, god this man is too much… “hmm… i think i need you to beg actually” you eagerly watch him as he lets his head fall forward, taking a deep breath and preparing himself. He looks up at you with pleaful eyes, “Please darlin’ I need to see you next weekend” You giggle at his attempt, it was good enough. “Eh, room for improvement but I guess it was enough to earn you another date”. His eyes lit up a little “...date?” he smirked at the word. “alright, prince charming, don't let it get to your head now” he lets out a small chuckle and nods in defeat.

The bus came to a stop and he stood up and lent out his hand for you to hold onto getting up. You slide his jacket off your shoulders but before it's fully off you he pulls it back on, “no darlin’ keep it”. He gives you a warm smile and you don't fight him, you actually wanted to keep it anyways.

You step onto the bus, he lived only walking distance away from the rink so he stayed on the curb. You take a seat on the empty bus and wave him goodbye from the window. He blows you a playful kiss and again, you feel your stomach twist over his cheesiness.

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sawyerslvt · 2 months

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Masterlist <3

[MY EDITS] [I] [II] [III] [IV] [V] [VI] [VII] [One Shot] (Leland McKinney TCM) Roller Skating With Leland [One Shot] (Bubba Sawyer TCM) Bubba's First Time [One Shot] (Johnny Slaughter TCM) Missing My Princess [One Shot] (Johnny Slaughter TCM) Bathroom Sex [One Shot] (Johnny Slaughter TCM) Head On The Road [Series] Two Sides To The Devil (Johnny Slaughter) ♡ Episode 1 ♡ ♡ Episode 5 ♡ ♡ Episode 2 ♡ ♡ Episode 6 ♡ ♡ Episode 3 ♡ ♡ Episode 7 ♡ ♡ Episode 4 ♡ ♡ Episode 8 ♡ [Series] Johnny or Leland? (Johnny Slaughter + Leland Mckinney) ♡ Episode 1 ♡ ♡ Episode 4 ♡ ♡ Episode 2 ♡ ♡ Episode 5 ♡ ♡ Episode 3 ♡ ♡ Episode 6 ♡

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Couldn’t Help Myself

Pairing:Johnny Slaughter x Female Reader x Leland McKinney Summary: This fic also got heavily Inspired by @adaptacy story of Leland getting non-consensually cucked by Johnny. But in this one, reader is a filthy fucking whore with issues. (like me lmao.)

Note: I fucking love Johnny so much that I actually wanted to try and write my first fanfiction. This probably has a lot of errors so forgive me. But any feedback will be much appreciated!

Warning: This is 18+ and please! don’t read if you’re sensitive to graphic material containing heavy descriptions of non/con and murder. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy

I wake up with a soreness all over my body. I’m dangling in the air, feet barely touching the ground. My bleeding wrists tied tightly over a meathook. “Nnnnh,” I groaned, feeling so nauseated. “What the fuck happened?” I questioned, unaware of the danger that lurks by. Trying to get out of my groggy state, Now aware of the position I’m in.

“Ohh fuck, shit!” I quickly look around, I’m in a damp, dark, room with a single dull, light bulb that hangs low. A worn down, rectangular brown table that leads to an unconscious, beaten Leland. Hair always neat and styled, now disheveled. Clothes torn, gagged and wrapped tight to an old chair. “Leland! Baby!” I yelled loudly hoping to wake him. “Come on please!” Desperately wanting him awake.

“Bam!” The screeching sound of a metal door sliding open “Bam!” Again, closing. Loud footsteps getting closer and closer. Filling up with dread, unsure of what’s gonna happen. The loud footsteps come a halt.

The wooden door swings open to the man that led us here. Thought to be a kind stranger giving a helping hand after Leland’s car broke down. Offering a lift to the nearest gas station, listening intently to us talk about Ana’s missing sister. How we were searching for her. Now I understand why.

“Ah, looks like the princess is awake,” Johnny taunts in his southern deep voice. Hair neatly slicked back with a sly smile. He strides towards Leland and brutally backhands him awake. His eyes shoot open! He looks at Johnny, then me. Panic clear in them, he wriggles, trying to loosen his restraints. “Try all you want boy, but you ain’t getting loose.” Leland tries yelling but his gag muffled his cries.

“Now that you’re both awake how about we have some fun!” He looks at me with a charming grin. Johnny pulls out a long, curved knife from his utility belt. Walks towards me and tears my shirt in half letting my full breasts spill out. He starts slicing off the rest of my shorts and panties like if they were paper. Leaving me vulnerably bare.

”Ahh!” He sliced my inner thigh deep. “Aw, princess your bleeding now, here let me fix that.” He licks the wound as if he was so thirsty for water, desperate for a drink. Groaning, with my blood over his lips, he meets my eyes. “Darling you are mighty sweet”. He slaps my thigh hard making the cut feel worse. Bringing on tears.

I hear Leland’s muffled yelling in the background obviously disgusted at Johnny. Looking at Leland, I feel guilty for not trying to fight back, not stopping the violation. But I have no advantages against Johnny and the consequences terrifies me.

A new sensation hits me. I look downwards, Johnny is now kissing between my legs. Inching closer to my centre. Feeling his fingers dig into my thighs. He grabs both my legs and hoist them on his large shoulders, showing his strength by holding my weight up.

He head dives for my clit. Surprised at the suddenness! I couldn’t help but let out a long moan as he continues to suck on my little clit. It feels so good it’s making my head spin. Using his pointer and middle finger he starts to finger fuck my pussy. Intensifying the pleasure. Johnny shifting my leg, turns his head to watch Leland struggle and cry.

“You hear how she’s moaning boy?” “Bet you’ve never seen her this needy huh?” Chuckling cruelly, Johnny goes back to licking my clit, side to side with his hot tongue. Again I couldn’t help myself but enjoy it. Im panting, wiggling my hips closer, not wanting him to stop. He holds me tight bringing his handsome face closer.

The pressure on my clit. The fingers in my pussy. Feelings of guilt and humiliation, stir something inside me. “Ah..Ah! I’m gonna..” just as I was about to cum he stops. “Naughty girl, need to ask permission if your gonna cum.” He teases. Giving a gummy grin while my wetness cover his face.

Johnny reaches up and unties my wrists dropping me to the ground, pain shooting up my legs. My wrists are pulled forward and yanked down to be tied up again. The angle makes my breast squish out together. I’m then roughly manhandled and placed vertically onto the brown table. Wincing as bits of wood stick into my back.

Leland now has a perfect view of Johnny hovering over my naked body. I try to focus on Leland. Knowing he’s feeling helpless in my assault. I feel horrible seeing him cry and shake.

My nipples are suddenly pinched and smacked. “Focus on me princess.” Johnny unzips his Denim jeans and pulls out his throbbing cock, pink tip aching to fit in my pussy.

“Ugh!” suddenly getting filled up with thick cock rocks me. He so much bigger then Leland. Stretching me out. Reaching new places. Thank God for his previous ministrations, my wetness let’s him slip in more easily.

“Fuck this pussy is wet and tight!” He starts rocking into me. “You are one lucky mother fucker boy!” “Your girl’s pussy feels amazing.” Leland’s sobbing at this point fighting his restraints.

“No wonder you can’t stop crying, you didn’t wanna share it.” Johnny starts to rut into me. Grips my hips picking up a fast, hard pace that makes me drool. The table creeks as he hits me in all the right spots. It’s so good that I start to forget about Leland. “Yes! Harder! Johnny more!” Submitting to him, loving the ride.

Just as I was about to cum again he stops. “Nnnnnh” frustrated with him stopping again. He slaps harshly across my face. My face stings. Lip split. “Darling, if you want to cum you have to beg.” He goes to suck on my right nipple as he looks at me waiting.

In a sex haze of feeling unsatisfied. I give in. “Please can I cum Johnny?” “I will be a good girl I promise!” No hesitation, I start to moan his name, calling him to finish me.

Johnny stops sucking my nipples and smirks at Leland, “She doesn’t even care about you anymore.” “Look at the way she is crying for more.” Johnny gets of me and grabs his knife. In a blink he goes behind a distraught Leland and quickly slices his throat. Killing him.

Out of shock I couldn’t move, couldn’t believe what happened. It was so fast and sudden. I gaped at Johnny as he grabs my wrists. We go over to another chair facing Leland’s dead body. Blood still gushing out of his neck into a puddle at his feet. Dull pale eye wide. Haunting me.

Johnny arranges me in a reverse cow girl position. Knife up to my throat. “You’re gonna ride my cock and cum, if not then I’m going slice this pretty neck as well, so get to it.” He shoves his cock back into me and shifts his hips so I bounce on his lap. Riding his cock like a whore.

Distraught, I look away from Leland. Johnny holds my head. “Don’t look away sweetheart.” His other hand went to my clit to start rubbing it in hard circles. “Yeah! That’s it, cum on my cock!” “Cum on your boyfriend’s killer!” “take it! Take it!” He starts thrusting harder up into me. The movements of him hitting deep and rubbing my clit make me finally cum. “Uh..uh..uh.” I let out small moans while cumming and crying.

Johnny grabs my hips to speed up, finishing himself off. I quiver as his hot cum squirts into me. Sounds of heavy breathing and blood dripping fill the room. We stay still till his cock goes soft. He shoves me off him into the dirty ground. “I might actually keep you,” He has a satisfied smile on his face as he adjusts his jeans. “Not many girls can cum after their boyfriend gets killed.”

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