#tcm smut

[sinsofbeauty]

Red Stained Sunflower Pt. 3

Fandom: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Game

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Use of Pet Names, Suggestive Nsfw content, Cigarette mention/usage, SMUT!!, Fingering, P in V, Unprotected (Stay safe), slight choking, and more but I don’t wanna spoil the fun ;3

Requested?: Yeeee!!!

Overview: If the events that happened the night before weren't enough, then tonight sure as hell would be. After an awkward encounter, you find yourself alone with the man who has such a hold on you. Talking and playing around won’t compare to what you got yourself into tonight.

A/n: This is the last part of this little series!! If you would like to see more Johnny feel free to send me an ask/request! I got a couple in my inbox so I’ll be working on those! Johnny’s a little more soft but can be a bit aggressive in this one so if ya aint feeling it DNI!!

This chapter contains written NSFW content. Minors are advised to not interact!! Enjoy!

Red Stained Sunflower Pt.1 - Red Stained Sunflower Pt.2

You weren't prepared for really visiting the Slaughter home the next day. Your heart pumped strangely after Johnny left last night with his confident demeanor and witty remarks. You couldn't sleep all night from it. The man’s scent had still lingered in your room, especially on your bed where he decided to make himself comfortable. You hated him for that. You loved the thought of him but hated that he was constantly on your mind.

Now you were on your way to meet the man, telling your father that you would be at Maria’s for a bit. Lying, so that you could see the trouble that dipped so far into your heart. Walking along the dirt road in your favorite sundress and a small bag, you decided to go through the front instead of the back way close to the gardens like last time. It probably would be easier since it was getting late, the sun coming close to the horizon. 

You hurried your steps as your feet silently patted on the porch, before raising your hand to knock on the door. Your hand was mere centimeters away but suddenly stopped when you heard commotion coming from the other side. And it didn’t sound good either…

“Ya’ keep leavin’ without a trace and don’t tell nobody! The hell ya’ goin’ off to?!”

You carefully pushed your ear to the door to hear if anyone was nearby. If you can recall his name, it sounded like Drayton. The older gentleman who occasionally went by the name Cook among some members of the family. Given that he didn't seem to like your presence, you didn't actually talk to him all that much. When you laugh with Bubba and Nubbins, you may receive sidelong looks or little scoffs from the kitchen. He appeared agitated, and was questioning the person who had turned his mood so sour.

“That’s none of yer damn business, old man.” 

Oh… that’s who was getting interrogated. Johnny. What they were saying appeared to grab your attention, even though it shouldn't have startled you as much as it did. 

“It’s that girl again ain’t it? Ya’ keep goin’ out and followin’ ‘er like a gosh darn puppy!” Drayton had persisted in reprimanding Johnny, his aging voice hoarse with annoyance. “What’s so special ‘bout ‘er hm? She can’t do nothin’ for ya’-“

“Watch yer tone! Before ya’ start ta’ have a real problem on yer hands.”

Drayton and Johnny both appeared to be furious, but Johnny's stance was clearly more aggressive. Given that the older man made a comment regarding other girls, you weren't sure if they were talking about you or not. Your heart briefly ached as a result. You felt a tiny bit envious when you imagined Johnny with someone else. As you refocused on the exchanged words, you briefly dared to blink. 

“Calm ya’self Johnny!” Your ears twitch to the sound of Sissy’s voice. 

“Get off a me!” He growls, sudden footsteps approaching closer the door. “Yer quick ta’ start pointin’ fingers. Do I need ta’ remind ya’ how long ya’ left us fa’?”

“Don’t chu start yappin’ at me! Ya’ know what I needed ta’ do-“

“And I know what I’m doin’, so quit yer barkin!” 

You became aware that you were still listening in as footsteps began to move dangerously towards the door. You immediately moved away from the porch, to the side of the house where the bushes encumbered beneath the window. Bubba and Nubbins emerge from the door moments later once it had opened. You see from the bushes as the two enter the white pickup truck's back bay, with Sissy trailing behind them and moving toward the passenger-side door. Johnny is furiously flailing his arms behind Drayton as the older man stumbles out of the house.

When Johnny came closer, Drayton spun around and pointed a finger in his face as the younger man's brows furrowed. “She’s makin’ ya’ weak boy. Weak! And if I have ta’ tell ya’ ta’ leave ‘er alone again-!”

“What are ya’ so afraid of ol’ man?” The man’s eyelids lower in suspicion. “I don’t have ta’ explain anythin’ ta’ anybody, and I ain’t gonna let ya’ boss me ‘round like a kid.”

“So naive, wait until ya’ mother hears about this,” Cook chuckles, hopping into the truck. “Ya’ care ‘bout ‘er more than ya’ care ‘bout yer own family. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, once she realizes what you are, you’ll treat ‘em like the rest once she tries ta’ leave.” 

As you saw Drayton shut the door to the truck, his remarks caused your stomach to churn, giving you anxiety-filled butterflies. The vehicle had been started, and the engine was roaring as it backed into the driveway. Once it was turned around it drove off, leaving Johnny there speechless and heated as ever. You’ve never seen him so upset, so… filled with anger. He tightened his jaw and balled his fists into the palms of his hands, a vein protruding from the side of his temple. He looked like he could kill someone, right then and there. After a period of silence, he took a long breath in and let it out harshly.

“Yer terrible at hidin’.” 

As Johnny's statement rang across the air, your heart leaped and your eyes widened. Before turning around, he had let out an abrasive huff while his tongue prodded at the insides of his cheeks. “Ya’ can stop hidin’ darlin.” He only moves a few steps before his eyes and boots come to a complete stop on the ground. He was perceptive, and that was well noted. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his dark hair as his demeanor abruptly changed. “Come oooon, I know yer out here.”

Although you were uneasy, there was no use continuing to hide now that he had exposed you. A few seconds later, you emerged from the bushes, and Johnny's eyes shot open to meet yours. His chocolate brown eyes locked with yours at that very instant, and you could feel the rage and shame simmering behind them. With the broad grin that covered his face, he did a great job of hiding it. 

“How did you know I was here?” You asked, making him shrug his shoulders. “Could see yer footprints. They moved that way unlike the others,” His fingers pointed down to the ground, making you smirk and shake your head slightly. “Didn’t think ya’d be ‘ere so soon. Hell, thought ya’d go on and ditch me again~.” 

“Well… I uh, was thinking about it. After hearing all that.”

The smile on Johnny’s face faded as quick as it came, tilting his head slightly with the squint of his eyes. “How much did ya’ ‘ear?” He asked, stuffing his hands in his back pockets.

You fiddled with the fabric of your sundress, debating on whether or not to tell him the truth. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, it just happened to be a bad time and you didn’t want to get caught knowing they were talking about you. It was reasonable, but then again… maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to lie right in Johnny’s face.

“Enough…” You said, making the man turn his head away. “I know Drayton didn’t like me that much but not as… much as I thought.”

Johnny shook his head, a chuckle coming from his mouth. “Heh, yeah. I got some explainin’ ta’ do don’t I?” The man had lifted his arm, hand gesturing to you as he began to approach. “Walk wit’ me?”

He smiles once again at your head nod when he approaches. He took hold of your shoulders and pulled you along with him as the two of you moved to the side of the house. “So… about that explaining?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m gettin’ to it.” Johnny rolled his eyes playfully, removing his arm from you to run his fingers through his hair again. “So impatient. Next thing I know yer gonna be bossin’ me ‘round!”

“Thought you didn’t like being told what to do.” You say, his eyes narrowing to stare at you in a playful side eye. 

“I don’t.” His voice cracks with excitement, making you giggle in response. 

Both of you had stopped, and Johnny had positioned himself on a car's damaged hood. He had rested against it, his arms crossed, and his head tilted to the side. The male had observed as your eyes silently absorbed the magnificence of the meadows. You were patiently waiting for him to resume speaking, but the breathtaking scenery fully captured your attention. The scene of the sunflowers gently colored by the sun's rays as they sway side to side in the wind. The man behind you, who had hummed at the sight, was the only one who managed to divert your attention away from the view.

Your head turns, staring Johnny with his half lidded eyes. “I should’ve brought my camera.” 

“Why didn’t you?”

“Forgot. I was so busy getting ready that I left it on my dresser.” You had fumbled through your bag in your hip, looking into it for something. 

“Got all dolled up just fa’ me? Ya’ shouldn’t have~.” Johnny was… staring a lot, and it was awfully distracting. You don’t even remember what it was that you were looking for. 

“Oh shut up.” You say, putting your bag away to your hip. “Come up with that explanation yet?”

Johnny sighed and rubbed the side of his stubbled cheek as another smile appeared on his face. “What do ya’ wanna know?”

There were many things you wished to know. Why Drayton didn't like you, whether his family disapproved of you, whether he is seeing someone else, and whatever part of him the older man was referring to. There was just a lot on the table, and you didn't have much time to gather everything from him given how soon the sun would set. “Has Drayton always had something against me?”

“Doesn’t like any girl I bring home,” Johnny explained. “Says it’s a distraction. Don’t know what the problem is when I can handle myself.” 

“Maybe he’s just worried about you?”

“Should worry ‘bout his damn self.” Johnny rolled his eyes at that.

“Okay,” You walk over to him and hop onto the hood of the car to take a seat. “Does the rest of your family… not like me?”

Johnny didn’t say anything for a moment, averting his eyes away from you as he thought about it. The man looked up at the sky, nodding his head slightly. “I… don’t really know.” He finally responded. “Sissy has her suspicions. Nubbins doesn’t really care, I know big boy likes ya’ a lot.” 

“Who Bubba?” 

“Yeaaah,” His grin starts to appear again. “He’s like a kid, likes it when ya’ spend time with ‘im. Yer much nicer than the rest of us.” 

Well that was good to know at least. You smile at that, nodding your head to the thought. “I’m glad that he likes it when I’m around. He’s like a puppy, so energetic when he’s happy. Speaking of-“

“Oh god,” Johnny sighs out loudly. “Don’t— Don’t listen to anythin’ he said beginnin’ with that!” 

“So you follow me?”

“Jesus Christ,” Johnny groans out loud, shaking his head. “I don’t follow ya’!”

“What about the skatin’ rink?” 

“That was one time!” Johnny lifted his arms up as he exaggerated his lies. “That’s cause I wanted ta’ know what ya’s been doin’.”

“I mean you did break into my house,” You teased, making him huff in irritation. “Do you usually just go into places whenever you feel like it?”

The man cracked a bit, chuckling before shaking his head at you. “Breakin’ inta’ houses ain’t my usual thing. I like bein’ more… direct. If that’s whatcha call it.” Johnny shook his shoulders at the thoughts, giving the question more attention than he probably intended. “Maybe… I’ve seen ya’ a couple times in town.” 

“Sneaky thing aren’t you~.”

“Indeed I am~,” He realized right away that you were making fun of him. After pushing himself off the hood, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of crumpled smokes. 

“You’re not gonna smoke are you?” You ask with your eyebrows raised. “Those are bad y’know.”

“So nosey,” Johnny pulls out a cigarette and stuffs it into the side of his mouth. “Yer stressin’ me out with all these questions.”

“I can ask more.”

“Shut up.”

His grin seemed to morph into a naughty one when you were about to speak back to him. The chuckle that rumbled in his throat caused him to avert his eyes. He was aware of what you were about to say, and unlike yesterday, you were all by yourself with him. He smirked triumphantly and drew the lighter from his other pocket as you forced your mouth shut. However, you got an idea and got up off the car hood. You approach Johnny and snatch the cigarette out of his mouth. His expression was priceless and made you laugh out loud. 

“Uhm…hey?” He says reaching for the cigarette before you pull it back. He licks his lips with a sly grin, nodding his head. “Ohhh, okay. So that’s what we’re doin’ hm?”

“Maybe,” You reply. “Yer funny, now give it back before I take it.”

You stood there idly, not listening to a single word Johnny said. Johnny had taken that moment of silence to look over you, before his hand rushed to grab yours. It caught you off guard, your wrist with the cigarette being taken as he pulled you towards him. The front of your body collides with his, a small grunt coming from you. Looking up at the man your eyes widen. Cheeks flushed, you feel his other hand snake around your lower back to keep you there. Oh dear… what did you just get yourself into? “Tsk tsk. Yer playin’ a dangerous game here sweetheart.” Every word in Johnny's voice is dripping with seduction, like a warning sign. “If that’s whatcha wanna do, I’m all up fa’ the challenge~.” Johnny takes the cigarette from your hand and sticks it back in his mouth. What an absolute tease. The way your body effortlessly melted into him gave the man the confidence that he could get away with it. “What~? Wish I did somethin’ else wit’ ma’ mouth?” 

“If you wanted to, I’m sure you would have.” You say narrowing your eyes. 

“Oh really?” Johnny says, his hand behind your back moving to place itself on your abdomen. He moved you backwards, your hands coming in contact with the hood of the vehicle you sat on earlier. “What makes ya’ think I won’t?”

“I don’t know, maybe you do it to all your other little girlfriends.”

Your statement made Johnny laugh, having to take the smoke out of his mouth before it fell out. “Awww ya’ heard that too? Jealous~?” He made your lips purse, your eyes moving away to the side of you. “I’ll amuse ya’, so how ‘bout this. Yer the only one I’ve been talkin’ to fa’ a while.”

You look back up at Johnny, who had stuffed the cigarette back in its little box. “So amused,” You roll your eyes, trying to remove yourself away from Johnny but all he did was stand in your way. He was so close to you, that he practically had you pinned against the car and him. 

“Lookin’ a lil’ sour there honey.” He teased, the cigarette box being placed back in his pocket. “Still jealous~?”

“N-No…” You stammered, swallowing thickly when you tried to look away.

Johnny chuckles as he detects your lies. He was making you so anxious and driving you mad by imagining the other women he's seen. He was undeniably so close to your body that you would bump into him if you even attempted to move. His hands, which were still protected by his grime-stained gloves, advanced to your waist. When his face got close to yours, it made you hold your breath and your heart race.

“Can’t fool me darlin’, yer a terrible liar too.” His nose brushes against yours before he pulls his head back again. “I promise~, yer the only one I got eyes on.” Before you feel them move to your hips, the hold on your waist becomes tighter. You were raised back onto the car's hood a short while later. Johnny reached out and traced his fingertips along your exposed thighs without pausing. “Yer the only one I want.”

Once more, his face approaches yours, but this time he maintains his distance. The once-orange sky was beginning to turn dark, misty blue as the sun dropped below the horizon in the distance. The view in front of you now... drew you in more than ever, and you were unable to take your eyes off of him. Your head subconsciously turned in his direction as quiet breaths filled the chilly air in the silence. 

“I want you too…” You say quietly, making the man in front of you grin.

“Hm?” He hums, moving himself in between your legs. “Ya’ want me?”

The man takes one moment to remove his gloves while you nod your head. He places them beside you, grabs your legs, hooks them around his waist, then grabs your hips. 

“All of me?” 

Your hands that had been resting on the hood, came and cupped the sides of his cheeks. “Yes,” You reply. “I want all of you, Johnny.” 

“Ya’ sure?” The male wasn’t hesitant, he just knew what both of you were going to get into. You knew this yourself, and you nodded once more. “Good, cause I’mma keep ya’ aaaaall to myself~.” 

The man's lips had touched yours at that point. Your entire body experienced waves of arousal as well as butterflies throughout your stomach. His touch was felt, and the satisfaction from his lips lingered on your own. It appeared as though he was directing you through every step due to the way they moved so perfectly alongside yours. He tasted metallic and minty, with a hint of tobacco. 

He pulled back from the kiss as his bare hands took hold of the hem of your sundress and raised it just a bit. As he moved from your earlobe to the side of your neck, his lips made contact with your jaw. You start to gasp softly as Johnny grazes your neck with his teeth and nibbles on your tender flesh. He leaned down to your collarbone and softly sucked on the skin there, creating a small hickey in the process. A reminder of what was his.

“Drivin’ me crazy sweet pea,” He mumbled in the crook of your neck, his calloused hands massaging the top of your thighs. The more he dragged on his throbbing need for you, the more vigorously he kneaded them. “Might not be able ta’ hol’ back much longer.”

Your legs are still around Johnny's waist as he pulls away from you, but you move your eyes. They proceeded on to the growth that pressed up against his jeans and the obvious indent of his own erection in a sizable tent. You shiver at the sight.

“Gettin’ cold?” He asks, the man lifting you from the car hood.

“A little,” You half admit, your hands hanging onto his shoulders. “Didn’t think you’d care much.”

Johnny chuckles as he lowers you and unlocks the car door. The man poked his head inside and looked around as it rustled. The back window and the opposite side of the car were covered in sunflowers, and the only damage it appeared to have was a couple rips in the back seats. He moves and motions for you to enter with his hand. A hefty slap on the ass greets you as you crawl inside after taking the bag off your shoulder and throwing it within. You yelp as you turn to face Johnny, who dove with a grin on his face. 

Before climbing on top of you, he crept into the car and shut the door behind him. The man lowered his head back to your face as your back pressed up against the seat cushions and your head leaned forward. “I’ll warm ya’ up real good baby girl,” He adds as he presses his hands firmly on your lovely outfit. He raises it, revealing your (color) underwear, and wraps his fingers around them. 

Once he begins pushing the thin cloth up to your thighs, his lips come into touch with yours. As it slides down your ankles, he grabs them, taking them off your legs. He hums and pulls away from the kiss as you move your dress subtly with your hands to cover any views he might have.

“Hidin’ from me?” Your head slams against the seat as his enormous hand grabs both of your wrists and moves you lower with his other hand. He raises the clothing up to reveal you while pinning your arms above your head. As a result of Johnny's position, your legs were unable to even close completely, so he only huffed amusedly as you attempted. “Be a good girl and I might be gentle.” 

“You better be gentle,” You blurt out loud, earning a hefty laugh from Johnny.

“Riiiight, forget yer still a virgin~.” He sees you pucker your lips, Johnny taking the opportunity to peck them, making you groan. “Take this off will ya’? I wanna see everythin’.”

As you sit up to remove your sundress, Johnny draws back as you blink at him before nodding. You slipped your flats to the ground, nervously staring at Johnny as your sundress joined the pair of shoes. He had taken off his torn-up, black muscle shirt as you were doing this. The muscles you previously noticed were considerably more impressive up close. The scars, the little chest hair, and the flexed appearance of his arms. God, just looking at him made your pussy throb.

With such precision, he swiftly tossed his belt on the ground. Johnny’s boots were kicked off soon after, his jeans going down his legs and off his ankles. “God… jus’ look at ya’…” The man was in awe, his cock so strained that the boxers it held were pleading for release. He spread your legs open, looking down at you as he took in every inch of your body with his eyes. 

Johnny gives you another kiss, this time with his lips flowing against yours and his hands encircling you. He releases the clip from your bra, allowing it to fall as you adjust it to the side. The man was gentle, even attentive. His fingers stroked over you as if you were a work of art. A canvas that he was so tempted to ruin yet was too delicate to damage.

“Mmhn… I want you… Johnny…” Your words were said between kisses, the ones that got more rough with every passing moment.

Johnny pulls back, his pants evident while his lust for you grew immensely. “Yeah?” His voice is low, deep with pure emotion. 

You can feel his fingers rubbing against the slit in your pussy at that very instant. They have an unfamiliar, somewhat unusual feel about it that makes you flinch with curiosity. Before shutting, your eyes lock onto his, and as he rubs his thumb on your clit, you let out a gasp. Oh he knew what he was doing. This wasn’t his first rodeo. 

His eyes dart between you and your aching cunt as the pad of his thumb experimentally strokes your clit. You covered your face in embarrassment at the quiet grunts and tiny moans you let out. But Johnny appeared to enjoy it. How your confidence and shyness seem to win his favor equally. The unintentional bucking of your hips to increase your pleasure. 

“So wet fa’ me darlin’~,” Johnny purrs, his hand adjusting itself. “I could jus’…”

“Ahh~!”

With his words, Johnny’s finger enters your pussy. Your back begins to sag, and you whimper. The man does this while touching your breasts with his free hand and kissing them. You felt dizzy with excitement as he pinched your nipples and took them between his teeth. Your body burned at his touch and you wanted more. 

Your body tensed and jerked in response to the excitement that shot through your abdomen, his finger began curling in the most sensitive parts. Johnny was relentless, making sure that none of his actions left you even the tiniest bit untouched. That was until he slipped in another into your tight hole. This time it felt uncomfortable, and you expressed that feeling too.

“E-Eh… it hurts…” You whine softly, your hands gripping on Johnny’s biceps.

“I know baby,” He says, sending a kiss to your jaw. “Need ta’ stretch ya’ out fa’ me.”

You were speechless when you considered that Johnny was bigger than his fingers. Your hand, let alone your fingers, were much smaller than his. The discomfort you are experiencing right now undoubtedly pales in comparison to what you saw—er, see—in his boxers. He appeared to be on the larger side. Jesus…

Your face twitches as you notice him starting to up his pace. As his motions intensify, the buildup in your abdomen begins to expand and keeps growing. He was skilled with his hands, and within minutes you were on the verge of bursting. As your pussy throbs on his digits, the space between your walls gets smaller as he stares at you with half-lidded eyes. He hums as a result of your hold on his biceps, which also serves as a visual cue that you are close.

“J-John-ny… ah~ s-slow down…” You whine out, your words not phasing him in the slightest. The discomfort had faded to pleasure, your head hitting the window as your legs started to shake.

Curling his fingers he presses against your g-spot, making you squeal. He was merciless, fucking you with his fingers alone made you dizzy. “Thought about this all fucking day,” He growls, his voice cracking with lust. “Always on ma’ damn mind… fuck~, wanna make ya’ cum darlin’.”

“I… wanna cum.” 

Johnny looks at you with a grin, his head tilting. “Ya’ wanna cum fa’ me baby?”

He nods slightly in response to your head nod. The man had corrected himself, lowering his body and bringing his face to your pussy. You tighten up as a new feeling begins abruptly, your eyes widening. Johnny places his tongue on the swollen bud of your genitalia, the muscle twitching as he started lapping at it. While his fingers occupy the space within, he suctions and pleases you with his lips. The sensation of lowering your hands and grabbing Johnny's hair in your fingers was irresistible. 

“Mmhn~! Johnny… fuck! J-Johnny ple-ase!” 

Johnny had been humming along to your moans as they reverberated around the vehicle. Your stomach's coil finally burst, your eyes clamped shut, and your back arched in ecstasy. As he holds you down, Johnny pulls his fingers out of your cunt and grabs your hips with both of his hands. Your climax is coursing through your body as he continues to devour your pussy. His hair was being held in place by your hands so tightly that you worried you may rip it out. Your thighs were gripping the sides of his head as if you were going to break his skull.

“N-No! Waitwaitwait– Johnny!!”

As his mouth violently began sucking on your clit, you begged him to stop. The man, however, remained still, and you then experienced a new feeling. Your cunt gushes, Johnny groaning before quickly removing his face away from your sensitive core. Your grip on his dark hair, which had been locked in your fingers, loosened as you panted. His hands holding onto your hips relaxed while he chuckled. The man licked his lips and then ran his tongue against his teeth as he raised himself to his knees, which kept him on the seat's cushions. You stare at him in the hot atmosphere of a cool night. His chin down to his chest was slickly covered in your juices, he wore it like a medal as it glistened on his skin. A giggle escaped his thin lips as he raised his hand to wipe his face. “Did I just–”

“Squirt all over me? Yes, yes you did~.”

You blushed madly, setting a hand over your mouth and looking away from him. “I… didn’t know I could do that.”

Johnny grinned, “These hands work wonders darlin’.” He ran his hand over your pussy again before patting it, making you jolt at his soft motions.

“Eh– Ah! H-Hey! I’m still sensitive...” You whined.

“Oh I know,” Johnny said, pulling the hem of his boxers down. His cock emerged from that piece of clothing after it had fallen. Although the image had your mouth watering, you were uneasy about having that inside of you. “Bein’ sensitive is the bes’ part. Yer gonna be screamin’ ma’ name as I fuck ya’ senseless~.” You gasp when Johnny moves in between your legs, pulling them apart as he grips his twitching cock. He pumps it slowly, taking a moment to coat your juices on his hard length. Moments later, he lines himself up with your hole, running the loose strands of his now messy hair back.

“You don’t need me to do anything? I mean– I can… you know…” You tried to find the right words, but feeling the head of his cock press against you distracted your thoughts. “Nah, we’ll get ta’ that some otha’ time.” He says, leaning down to you. “I jus’ wanna be inside ya’~.”

His lips make contact with yours, and the sudden penetration makes you tense up immediately. You try to release, but the more he pushes the more pain surged through your lower body. When he pulls back from you, he stares into your eyes, a sudden wickedness appearing in his own. All of a sudden he bucks his hips forward, his mouth opening agape when his full length is inside of you. You whimper out in pain and pleasure. You felt so full that your walls could only squeeze around him, and so sensitive that a simple adjustment made you groan with pleasure. “A… warning would’ve been nice.” You glare at him, the man taking your body and pulling you back down to lay on the cushions. “Oops~.” He purrs, a small moan coming from his throat. Johnny takes your legs and wraps them around his waist again. “Want me ta’ go slow?”

“So considerate,” You say, watching as the man comes down to you. 

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” 

The man pulls his hips back before slamming back into you, your eyes widening at the feeling. A shocked gasp wakens the night, and Johnny continues to fuck you like the man he is. Hard, deep, thrusts that send your toes curling, and your hands to dig into his back that you held onto for dear life. The jolts of pure pleasure send you into a state of ecstasy, your mouth sending out nothing but pure, uncontrollable moans. 

“God baby— fuck~! Yer clampin’ on me— shit— uh~.” Johnny moans at you, his eyes watching every single detail of how your body craves him. “All mine… all fuckin’ mine— god!”

His head dips to your neck, placing firm kisses as his hand grip the sides of your ass. He lifts you up slightly, his cock beginning to drill into your tight pussy. 

“AHH~!! Ohmygodohmygod~!!” Your voice sounded so beautiful, getting louder every moment he bucked his hips into you. 

Johnny mutters under his breath, stopping and pulling his cock out from you. “Turn around baby,” He motions, watching as you quickly get on your hands and knees. You wiggle your ass, making him tap one of the cheeks teasingly. “Fuckin’ tease.” 

“Your the one who stopped when it was getting good.” You roll your eyes.

He scoffed, slapping your ass in which made you jump. “Ass up ya’ little shit.”

You smile, arching your back as he positions himself against you once more. While Johnny stuffs his cock back inside of you, you chuckle as you feel both of his hands on your ass. Oh, if he wasn't ramming into you before, he sure was doing it now. This position made things a lot easier for him to access. In the deepest places, most sensitive areas, as soon as he hit that sweet spot that’s all he ever did. 

“Tryna get away~?” He grips your hips as you try to pull yourself away, pulling you back on his cock. You squeal, your head shoving itself down in the cushion of the seat while your legs shake tremendously. “Ahhh~ fuck yer tightenin’.”

“Feels s’ good— ah— fuckfuck mmhn~!” 

“Say it again,” Johnny bends down slightly to take your neck into his hand. “Fuckin’ say it again!”

Tears brim in your eyes as his thrusts make your stomach clench, your eyes practically rolling back into your skull. “It feels good!! AHH~!! You feel so good Johnny!!”

“That’s right love, take it~ Take it~!”

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train as your body trembles. As Johnny continues to abuse your g-spot, you scream, your delightful climax intensifying to the point where tears are streaming down your face. As the man squeezed your neck, the shortage of oxygen caused you to start seeing stars as you gushed once more on him. Your voice breaks when he lets go of you, and your head is fuzzy as he fucks you for the remainder of your climax. 

His low murmurs and grunts escalate to become louder growls and moans. He gave you a hard slap on the ass and grasped it tightly. Both cheeks took turns getting reddened handprints. The man's thrusts were more eager, and he was grinning broadly. 

“I fuckin’ needed this— uh~ fuck I needed you~ Doin— mhm~ this ta’ me~…” Johnny threw his head back, taking in his own pleasure. The man was close to cumming, his thrusts starting to become sloppier than they were before. “I’m so close… Y/n, say my name.”

“Johnny…“ Your brain was mush, barely being able to comprehend what you had heard.

He slaps your ass, hard, making you yelp in surprise. “Louder~.”

“Johnny!” You moan louder.

Another firm slap, making you whimper out. “Scream my fuckin’ name~!” He positions himself, his cock pulling out to the tip before thrusting back in. 

“AH~! Johnny— FUCK~!” You scream out, the continuous jerk of his hips driving you wild. “Johnnyjohnnyjohnny— ohh my— MMHN~! JOHNNYYY~!!!”

“That’s… fuckin’… ohh~ fuck~  ha— ah ahhhh~.” 

Johnny stops moving and embraces your cunt with his pulsing cock. His hot cum shoots ribbons into your pussy, coating the walls of your womb with his thick sperm. His pants were just as heavy as yours, and the air in the car smelled strongly of sex. Your head turns to look back at him only to realize he had leaned down, his hand rubbing the small of your back as he huffed. Both of you stayed silent for a while, admiring each other, which was a little different for Johnny.

“You okay?” He asks breaking the airs silence, making you smile again.

“Yeah… just really hot.”

Johnny grinned and drew his cock away from you. Both of you sigh as the feeling suddenly slips away. He settles down and observes while you prepare to follow suit. When he notices you struggling, he smiles before grabbing your arm and bringing you near to him. “C’mere.” 

You move over to him, the side of your body pressing against his. Your entire body relaxes in his arm as your head lays against him, his body radiating a warm but comforting heat. Being around him made you feel safe… oddly enough. Though god, did your lower body throb like a mother fucker.

“Still gonna go with pretty boy on Friday?” His question lingered in the air for a few seconds before you turned your head to look at him. 

“I already canceled that,” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “I have plans.”

“So you do hm?” He says with a smirk. “And what are your plans?”

Johnny understood what you meant after only seeing you grin. He gave you one back, truly pleased with your choice. His expression caused your heart to melt. He knew he had you, he claimed you as his before you even knew it. Can he… really say that this is love? Is this how it actually felt? Like the others, you were drawn in, but there was something special about it. You were the one person he really desired and cared about. The mark of his prey had been on you, his print now painted red on your body. His little red stained sunflower. 

His, and his only.

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[whatitshouldvebeen]

Johnny Slaughter x Reader housewife request

Cut this down to just the smut, you heathens

Contains: blood, knifeplay, cutting, marking, and smut

You were in the middle of stirring scrambled eggs when you felt a hand slip down the waistband of your shorts, sending a shock shooting down your spine.

"Johnny, I don't get how you're always so quiet," you said, giggling as you felt him press his toned body against yours from behind, his fingers toying with the lace of your black panties.

"Huntin' works better when your prey don't know you're comin'," he whispered against your ear before nipping your earlobe.

"You don't have to hunt me, baby. I'd be as easy to hunt as roadkill," you joked. Johnny smirked against your ear, your statement all too true.

"You're too pretty to be roadkill, babydoll," he rumbled. "I'd make you into a trophy. Hang you in my bedroom so I could look at your beautiful face every night 'fore I fell asleep."

It took some time before you'd gotten used to his fascination with keeping trophies, but the numerous animal heads hanging on your walls showed he wasn't slowing down any time soon. You leaned your weight back against him, enjoying the feel of his bare torso, and smiled as his lips trailed down your neck.

Still, the hardness you felt pressing against your backside proved that the outfit you'd worn to entice him had worked, and your mind was already becoming hazy with lust.

"I been thinkin'," Johnny said, kissing the nape of your neck, "you'd make the most fuckable little housewife."

Your pulse fluttered against his lips. You'd never pushed him for anything; you'd been happy just being his girl. But the word "housewife" made your heart race. He hooked a thumb in your waistband and pulled your shorts and panties down, and his fingers quickly found your already soaked slit.

"Oh yeah?" You gasped as he dipped his fingers inside you. "You think so?"

He murmured an affirmative against your skin while he rocked his hips against your butt. "I know it. What do you think, babydoll? You wanna get married?"

Your lips curled, one of your hands flipping the burners off on the stove before you turned around to face him. His head was cocked to the side, a handsome smile on his face. Your eyes trailed down his bare chest, pausing at each scar, each one telling a different story before looking up into his deep brown eyes. "It's a tempting proposal, but I could use some convincing. Why don't you make me?"

He smiled, but it wasn't friendly. No, it was more like a predator, the type to make your blood run cold.

"Alright, I'll make you, darlin'. If you really want me to, I will."

You felt like a rabbit in a snare, squeezed between his muscular body and the stove, completely at his mercy.

"What'll it be, sugar?" He asked, his hands on your hips, and his eyes trailing down to your cleavage before snapping back up to meet your gaze.

You leaned forward and cupped the bulge in his jeans with one hand.

"Make me."

That was all it took. Johnny's fingers sank into your hips almost painfully as he yanked you against him. "You'll eat those words, darlin'," he growled.

Then he dropped to his knees and pulled your hips against his lips like a man starved. You gripped his wrists while his broad hands cupped your ass, forcing your hips toward him as he burrowed into you.

He always loved eating you out, but this time there was a primal aspect to the way he licked and nipped at your folds. Your fingers entwined in his dark locks as you moaned his name while he traced your entrance, gathering every last drop of your sticky wetness.

Johnny twirled his tongue around your clit and dove in so hard you could feel his teeth against your lips, his tongue curling upward, lifting your hips into his hungry mouth.

Desire dripped down your thighs, mingling with his saliva, while your muscles clenched and shivered. They remained taut, each nerve pulsating with sensation. It felt like an exhilarating marathon, beautiful agony traveling from your thighs to your hips. Moans spilled from your lips, and you tried to draw him closer, but he withdrew.

"This pretty little pussy is mine," he said, his voice low and possessive, before thrusting two fingers into you, making you whimper and tug at his hair. His lips descended upon your clit, nibbling it, sending sparks of both torment and ecstasy throughout your body.

"You're such a slut for me, baby girl." His fingers moved to tease your sweet spot, making your toes curl. "So fucking wet."

He stood, and you whined at the loss of his tormenting touch. His eyes were hungry and dangerous. "You're going to be my pretty little housewife, aren't you, baby?"

You gasped as he pressed against you, his hands on either side of the stove, trapping you.

"I could be," you purred, "but… I'm not entirely convinced."

His gaze darkened. "You're mine," he hissed, a predatory snarl forming at the corner of his lips.

"Prove it," you whispered breathlessly. His pupils dilated, and suddenly, you felt the tip of a blade pressing against the soft skin of your stomach.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you looked up at him. Fear mingled with a strange sense of excitement, sending tingles shooting through you.

"Johnny?" You whispered as your mouth ran dry.

"You ever watch someone die?" He said, more to himself than to you.

You swallowed hard, shaking your head. Johnny had always had a fascination with his Bowie knife, and sometimes you'd glimpse it stained with fresh blood, but he had never wielded it against you—until now.

"You ain't never quite the same after that, lemme tell ya."

Both of your eyes fixed on the blade as he subtly twisted it, drawing a single droplet of blood from your delicate skin. You winced, but you didn't concentrate on the pain as you were enraptured by the intense look on Johnny's face.

With the pad of his thumb, he traced the droplet and brought it to his lips. You were immobilized, watching as his eyes fluttered closed, savoring your essence. A low growl rumbled in his throat, as if your blood were an exquisite ambrosia.

Johnny had given you love bites, sure, but this was the first time he'd purposefully tasted your blood. You could tell he reveled in it, and part of you wondered why he never asked to try it before.

You would have let him, after all. He could've had any and all of you that he desired.

As the unfamiliar tingle of blood leaving your body coursed through you, he picked you up roughly, and your legs wrapped around his hips reflexively. Your blood smeared against his abs, but he didn't seem to mind; in fact, it seemed to arouse him even more as he carried you to your shared bedroom and laid you down like an offering.

Your eyes remained wide, adrenaline surging through you as he unzipped his pants and revealed his gorgeous erection, stroking it hungrily while his eyes devoured your body. He looked at you like a man might admire an ice sculpture, as if he expected that he wouldn't get to admire your beauty much longer.

"Baby?" You asked hesitantly as you tried to sit up in bed.

Something sinister sparked behind his eyes, and he left the room briefly, returning with a handful of rope. "Oh, you ain't getting away. I'm keeping you," he snarled, then knelt on the bed beside you, tying your wrists together and then to the bedpost with ease.

A rush surged behind your ears as he immobilized you, leaving only your legs free, trembling with both arousal and fear.

How did he know how to handle the rope like that? He'd never tied you up before, but the way he did it so effortlessly spoke of practiced experience. You'd always felt that Johnny was hiding something from you, and you had a suspicion it was directly related to his ability to make you feel absolutely helpless.

But what Johnny didn't know was, some part of you had been waiting for this. You were more soaked than you could ever remember being before, and the unadulterated bloodlust he exuded was intensely alluring.

"You ain't going anywhere," he growled, his eyes ablaze with an intensity you had never witnessed before. Your blood gleamed on his torso, and every sinew of his body appeared tightly wound, poised for imminent action. "Ready to meet the Bad Man?"

"The Bad Man from your dreams?" You let out a trembling whimper. Now, this was the figure you'd only encountered in Johnny's waking nightmares. Those harrowing nights when he'd awaken in terror, locked in a life-and-death struggle with an invisible foe. Those nights when he shielded you with his body even in slumber, and upon waking, he remained unconvinced of your safety for days upon days.

"Darlin', he's all too real," he murmured, his words dripping with a chilling anticipation. With deliberate slowness, he drew nearer, his eyes locked onto yours. When his face finally met yours, he seized your head and tilted it to the side, trailing his tongue from your collarbone to your ear, where he clamped down with savage intensity. A sharp cry escaped your lips as he pressed his body flush against yours, the taste of fresh blood flooding his ravenous mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned as he ground his hips against your stomach, his length squeezed between you both. Tears welled in your eyes, but you felt more alive than you'd ever felt before.

"Johnny," you whimpered as he continued to suck your earlobe.

"You wanted this, darlin'," he said with a chilling laugh.

You bit your lip. "I-I'm not asking you to stop."

And, for some reason, that gave him pause.

"Really?" He asked, pulling back. His lips were bloodstained, but that wildfire that had consumed him was simmering behind his gaze as he regarded you with equal parts possession and hunger.

You nodded. "Yes, really. I always knew there was something you were hiding. I want you to know I love you. All of you, Johnny," you said, even as your body shook. "And," you let your wrists go slack, "I like being claimed by you like this."

Something in Johnny shifted then. It was almost too much, the flood of emotions that swept over him, and he didn't realize it, but you felt his tears splatter against your skin.

"I love you more," he said, his voice barely a whisper. You'd heard him say it before, especially during sex, but this was different. It sent chills rippling through you. And when his aching cock slid into your wetness, you both gasped in pure ecstasy.

He gripped your thighs, pulling you against him, and groaned deeply. You felt so good that he couldn't help but pick up the pace, driving into you with a fervor. All your nerve endings coiled and tensed, already hypersensitive, and you wrapped your legs around his powerful hips in euphoria.

"I'm gonna make sure you ain't never forget who owns you," he said, and you mewled in response as he withdrew from you and reached to the bedside table, taking his knife in hand. You caught your reflection in the silver blade, your skin flushed, your lips parted and panting. You couldn't wait to see what he'd do.

Johnny used two fingers to gently circle your clit, keeping you on edge as he traced the tip of the knife between your breasts, down your belly, and to your hip where he'd marked you earlier. His motions slowed to allow him better control, and he pressed the tip of the blade into your skin again, a little deeper than before.

You winced but didn't move as he etched into your skin. Your body was screaming to have him back inside you, and his slow circles on your clit were driving you mad with desire. Pain was indistinguishable from pleasure as he carved your skin like an artist working on a masterpiece. When he finished, he dipped his head and ran his tongue along the marks he'd made. When he withdrew his tongue, you caught the small JS he'd carved just above your hip before blood obscured it.

"Mine," he said once more, and this time, you didn't argue. After all, no one else had their initials etched into your flesh.

Johnny continued to play with your clit as he positioned himself at your entrance before pushing into you again. You'd submitted to him before, but this time was different. This time, you felt nothing but pure bliss. You were his, it could no longer be denied, nor would you ever want to deny it.

The resounding slap of his balls colliding with your sopping wetness was lewd enough to make your mind spin, or perhaps it was the blood loss, but either way, you felt light-headed and airy under his command. One hand moved to cup your breast while the other continued to assist his cock in driving you to the brink.

"Are you going to be my perfect little housewife?" He asked, pressing his forehead against yours as he thrust deeply into you. You could see two sides to him, the vicious and the docile, in harmony in his rapturous gaze.

"I will," you conceded, your breaths coming in sharp pants while he pistoned into your exquisitely viscous core.

"Cum for me, babydoll," he commanded. The tension that had been building since the moment he approached you sprung loose, and you climaxed hard around his throbbing length. With a guttural groan and a final, deep thrust, you felt his climax paint your inner walls before he collapsed on top of you, completely spent.

You wanted to wrap your arms around him, but they were still tied to the bedposts, so instead, you kept your legs locked around his hips and nuzzled your cheek against the top of his head. He looked up at you with the same smile that had melted your heart the first day you met him.

"Thank you, babydoll. Thank you."

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[cherubdollyy]

NSFW ABC - Bubba Sawyer

18+ MDNI

author's notes: reader's gender isn't specified but there is a quick reference to breasts and language eluding to specific genitals etc but I tried to cover all bases (so you can pick and choose what suits you.). Voyeurism is mentioned and light bdsm. One very minor mention of animal death but I promise it's not sad!!

Bubba is my sweet baby boy and I love him so much so I hope you guys enjoy!!! <3

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) - super clingy and cuddly. You're not going anywhere while bubba is in his afterglow. He feels possessive of you but he also wants you to feel so loved after doing the deed.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) - he's a little self concious and it took him a LONG time before he could even think about taking his mask off in front of you. But with all the praise and love you show him he's learnt to love himself especially his squishiness because that's what he loves about you. He loves how soft and kind and innocent you are and the gentle touches you give him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) - Seeing you on your knees with his cum dripping out of your mouth makes him go wild. A lot of the times he cums quickly because he's an excitable boy and everything is pretty new to him. You're both often a mess by the end of it, cum dripping out of you, him smeared with your juices but he'll always clean you up. It doesn't matter how tired you both are, he'll take a cool wet cloth and wipe you up so gently taking his time to get every inch. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - Bubba is a bit of a perv. He doesn't want to admit it, mainly because he hasn't had a lot of time to express himself sexually so he doesn't know how to communicate what he wants. He often watches you change. He'll try and peek through the door to watch you undress but he's not very quiet about it. He also masturbates a lot when you've gone to town to get supplies. When he's in his workshop he'll unzip his pants and pump himself while thinking about you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) - our boy doesn't have a lot of experience but he's eager to learn. He tends to become a bit animalistic as he just responds to his body's needs when he sees you naked and playing with yourself. But with time he's able to get to know what he loves.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) - He loves when you're on top. He loves looking up at you and being able to grab your tummy and/or breasts. He's able to guide your hips and play with your nipples but he also loves it when you take the pace and tease him by slowing down.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) - He doesn't tend to have the time to goof around. Once one of you is in the mood he's got his pants down and is raring to go (which unintentionally makes you laugh). But you can both have a giggle at yourselves.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) - He's a beast. He has thick dark hair all over his arms and chest and his pubic hair is no different. He keeps himself nice and clean in the texas heat by taking a cool bath every night but he's pretty simple as just a soap and wash cloth kinda guy. No need for trimming or waxing here.

 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) - He can be a little feral at first but he is a really sappy guy. He loves kissing you deeply and watching you sleep afterwards. He'll stroke your hair and hold you close and he'll be super clingy the next day, hugging you from behind and picking you flowers from the garden.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) - He loves to masturbate but he feels a little guilty about it afterwards. You tell him it's completely natural and most people do it, encouraging him if it makes him feel good. You take a few sexy snaps of yourself for him to have fun with when he's by himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) - He's a bit voyeuristic, watching over you in the garden as you bend over to tend to the plants, he can't help but feel his trousers becoming tighter. He also loves fucking you on the kitchen table when everyone else is out, the risk of not knowing when they'll be back. Other than that he doesn't really know much about kinks and is still exploring what he enjoys. Anything that you want to do though, he's eager to try out.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) - It used to be that you wouldn't bother bubba in his workshop but one day you couldn't help yourself, you just missed him and wanted to keep him company. It's become a bit of a habit to do it in his workshop now especially when the house is full. There's a bit of risk that they'll hear but not enough that they'll come in. Sometimes when you have to go to town you'll take Bubba in the truck with you and stop off on the side of the road. He won't fully relax, eyes darting convinced someone will see and the risk will make him explode. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) - Honestly he'll watch you with so much love in his eyes from you doing the dishes to tending the garden, he's normally very sappy. But sometimes the breeze will blow your skirt up just right or you'll be reaching up to put groceries away and your t-shirt will ride up. Something small like that can flood him with dirty thoughts of what he wants to do to you which often leads you to being grabbed and kissed by complete surprise. 

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs) - He would have a lot of trouble hurting you. Even if you explained to him that it felt nice he wouldn't feel comfortable slapping or whipping you so BDSM isn't really something he'd enjoy but he would like tying you up. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) - He doesn't have a preference he loves both! He LOVES eating you out/sucking you dry, he's surprisingly a natural at it. His frantic tongue movements never fail to make your toes curl.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) - He starts off a little manic and fast because he's so excited and as he gets closer to cumming his thrusts become more erratic and sloppy so you can always tell when he's close.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) - Bubba loves quickies! Often that's what you'll have to do as the house is always full of people and you get chastised by Drayton for being dirty.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) - He likes the thrill of perhaps getting caught but it would never be too much of a risk. He couldn't have anyone seeing him from outside the family or without his mask on as that's too stressful for him. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) - Tbh he cums fairly quickly and doesn't have a lot of stamina due to the intense texas heat but after you've both cooled down a little and perhaps even dozed off you'll feel his hard member pressing into your back, eager for another round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) - Any toys are introduced by you (he doesn't exactly have an easy way of getting them) and he's open to playing with them. The first time you used a vibrating cock ring on him he was out of it for a week. One thing he does have easy access to is chains, electrical tape, and ropes so if you express an interest in being tied up he's happy to comply!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) - He didn't have an interest at first and would find it quite infuriating when you would edge and tease him but he soon appreciated how good the end result felt. He wondered if he could pull it off on you and one day when giving you oral you begged and begged if you could cum and that's when he stopped. Hearing your whining and the need in your voice you had for him made him feel powerful and you had a looong night ahead of you that night.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Very loud, lots of incomprehensible gibberish and whimpering. When you're having sex, everyone is gonna know about no matter how hard he tries to keep quiet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) - He's very good with animals. One of the chickens died and even though he thinks she'll make a nice lamp he can't leave those little chicks alone. You find him keeping them warm and making sure they have food and water. When he goes out into the garden they come running and you often find him out there with all the young chickens in his lap. (If I could draw this OMG I WOULD)

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) - He's a big boy with a chunky soft body. He's covered in dark hair, his arms are big and he's very strong. He's about 4-5 inches and VERY thick, uncircumsised with a bush of curly dark hair.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) - Very high let's be honest. Sometimes it's too hot and you're not in the mood so he'll run into his workshop to take care of himself. A victim once left a polaroid camera and you took a few sexy shots of yourself for him to keep in there.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward) - Very quickly, often with you held close in his arms. 

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[spicy-pears]

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖓

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

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

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

Word count: 3k

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

𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽𝙽𝚈'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅

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

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

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

AUGUST 29, 1988 TIME: 12:30 AM

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

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

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

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

If only you were more cautious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 1 END

Chapter 2 preview:

"Do you remember?"

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

"Do you remember how it all began?"

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

"I bet you remember, I bet you remember"

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

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

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

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

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

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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 CONTAINS 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 5: The Basement

  ‘The night was cold and dead, the air thick in your lungs as you struggled to breathe. Your skin ran cold to the touch and you felt yet a warm feeling of liquid drip down your arms, pain ran through them as they hung above your head. For some strange reason you couldn't feel your hands, they felt numb as if they were cut off or tied. Your head was throbbing which distracted you from the darkness around you, you felt as if you were walking upon clouds and yet felt weighed down by bricks. You wanted to struggle to fight or run.. yet nothing came, no movement of your body, no flicker of your eyelids, no twitching of your fingers or nose. You felt dead, as if you floated underneath water and yet you still felt the pain surge through your body as if it were real. As you ponder within darkness, a horizontal slit of light appears in the distance. You could almost feel the warmth of its light hit you, as if you could touch it. However your body failed to do so, limp and motionless as you watched the light. It's teasing warmth almost taunting you now as you could only watch. You suddenly heard a voice, you couldn't figure out what it spoke but you could tell it sounded familiar. It was distant yet you could tell it was filled with regret and concern.. maybe even anger, you felt warmth hit the side of your ribs if someone touched you. It felt warm, comforting and strangely familiar. Your eyes glanced back to the light that now grew closer, your head pounding as if were to explode. You felt the twitch of your fingers as you felt your body tingle, the cold from your body slowly turning to warmth. The light held something within it, things moved around in the light and yet you couldn't understand what was happening. The voice came back louder now, paired with another. They argued about something.. one sounded older. But it was only muffled as they yelled at each other. The only words you could make out were “fuck you” ,“I could handle it” and “child” while also a few other muffled things were said. Your throat grew tight as you could feel groans of pain claw their way out, only whimpers of agony left you. Suddenly the arguing stopped, silence quickly flooded your ears to the point they began to ring. The aching pain of your limbs started to get to you as the slit of light began to widen more and more.. the warmth of the light hit your skin and you watched it shine through a window..’

  “Well golly!..” you heard a male voice speak out, the scratchy yet almost surprised voice filled your ears as whoever spoke near you stammered slightly on their words. The smell of animal shit and blood filled your nose and almost made you puke on the spot, your vision was still fuzzy as the dim light glistened through the window. Your eyes struggled slightly to fully open as they started to examine the room around you, a stone brick wall greeted you along with cluttered shelves of boxes and tools of different sorts lined some of the walls. A small set of stairs on the far wall leading up to a door, only lit with a dim red light. Buckets scattered around the room and other pieces of scattered objects filled the surrounding area, dust floated slightly above the floor as the air stayed thick above it and you watched dust particles slowly dance around as the sun shines on them. Your vision started to become more clear as your head felt as if it were going to crack open, something felt dry on your face. The smell of iron now filled the air as your eyes landed on a pair of dirty black shoes, your eyes slowly went up along the gray baggy pants until you saw a baggy green shirt. 

  A weird necklace of fur and other things you couldn't make out around the person's neck, as your eyes went up your gaze met a face that had an ear to ear smile whipped across it. A weird birthmark on his cheek and greasy black hair that hardly looked washed. His crooked smile never faltered as his beady brown eyes watched you like a crazy and feral animal, his smell alone made you wanna vomit. He started to jump around like an animal with worms in its brain, laughing crazily as his arms slightly flailed around in the air. “She's awake! She's awake! Hahaha!” His annoying laughter made your head pound even harder which caused the pain to grow in your body, the realization started to hit you like a ton of bricks. Adrenaline started to fill you and the memories of what felt like last night came flooding back into your brain, your eyes started to dart around your body in more of a panicked manner. The sight of red trailing down your arms and body set off a wave of pain and panic and you realized it was your own blood, the smell of iron from before when you felt something slightly dry on your face became clear. Blood, your blood was running down your face.. Groans of pain escaped you as you went to struggle, only causing more pain as you looked up to see what held your arms from escaping this hell. The man only laughed more at the struggles he was witnessing, almost mocking you with his beady eyes. Shock struck you hard as your eyes became wide… your hands, the conclusion of why you couldn't feel them hit you hard in the face as you looked at the rusty and bloody hook that ran through your palms. 

  Adrenaline kicked in overdrive as you struggled against the painful restraints, the pain grew too much to bare as you felt blood start to dripping down your wrists, the scrawny man that stood in front of you only laughed hysterically at your failed attempts to escape the restraints, bouncing around almost like a toddler as he mocked and pointed towards you. “I see why he likes ya’!!” He laughed, clawing slightly at his cheek before pulling a small pocket knife from his baggy pants. His wild grin sent a shiver down your spine. The urge to scream and call for help attempted to come out, yet only a broken cry escaped. Your throat felt scratchy and dry, you couldn't muster a voice to save your life..literally.. and panic set in as the man slowly but surely brought the knife to the heap of your neck, trailing its sharp end down to your collarbone. Wincing as he left what felt like paper cuts across your skin, a devilish glint shined in the deranged man's eyes as he watched himself drag the small knife from your collarbone to your shirt. You almost thought he was drooling as he started to cut at the Hem of your shirt, his smile only grew wider on his face as he focused on his knife. “I've never really seen a’ woman before!” he chuckled, bringing his other hand to the shirt to help cut down the length of the shirt. However before he could even start the job you heard the door open from the staircase, light footsteps followed closely. They sounded bare, as if someone was almost tip-toeing on their bare feet. You almost felt relief as you saw a blonde woman come into view, she was wearing a dark gray dress with white spots along the neck, skirt and straight down the middle of the dress. Her hair was up in a bun and she looked more sane then the wild animal of a man you had cutting at your shirt, her smile was almost comforting until she spoke. “nubbins! The heck ya doin' to the poor thang!” She scolded the man, who jumped at the sudden interruption. “N-NOTHIN!’..” the man reacted before quickly scurrying away like a kid who just got caught, her tone was cold and calculated almost before her attention was brought back to you. A smile across her lips as she stood there for a second before revealing the cup of water from behind her back, your eyes widened towards her at the sight of the water. You felt as if you haven't tasted water in days or even weeks, you did your best to muster words.. they only came out wheezy and dry as you spoke. “P-please! Get me down from h-here!... They’re cra-” you were cut short as you coughed, the strain on your throat only brought more pain. However the woman in front of you seemed to understand the pain as she slowly brought the cup of water closer to you, bringing it to your lips before tilting it so you could sip from it. Your body felt relaxed as you drank the water, finally someone who felt like helping you. 

  “Awe… poor thang’ been out for almost a week now… must be so thirsty!” Her tone sounded sincere yet mocking at the same time, your face filled with confusion ‘for a week?..’ you thought, however joyfulness filled you as you felt the water hit your guts. You went to speak, to ask for help.. to know where the hell you were.. Everything suddenly felt dizzy again, your vision blurred as you started to drift in and out of consciousness. “Makes it easier to put a lil’ something in here for ya’..hope it takes the pain away a lil' darlin’!! Hehehe” her giggled rang through your ears, her blurred figure slowly drifting away as she headed towards the stairs, the patter of her bare feet on the concrete now stained your mind as darkness swallowed you. 

  You felt dazed and confused, ‘is this a cruel nightmare..’ you thought, seeing moonlight shine through the window. Fear crept through your body as you hung there in the dark and cold basement, or what you thought was a basement. As you hung there you couldn't help but take another look around and everything felt, smelled and almost tasted of blood, dust and shit. You saw bones scattered in the corners and along shelves. Buckets of what looked to be filled with blood and guts of animals.. you hoped they were animal. Your mind raced, thoughts that felt like yesterday ran rampant in your head. ‘johnny.. where's Johnny… he'll help me’ kept replaying in your head. Your body was exhausted but you didn't want to let yourself fall asleep, you needed to escape however the hook in your hands proved too much as you once again struggled. You quickly stopped your attempts as you heard heavy footsteps from above, they sounded as if they were trying to keep quiet themselves as they walked along the floor above you. They became muffled as they went in the direction of the door, and then you heard that familiar creek of a door opening. You felt your heart start to race, a mixture of fear, excitement and terror all at the same time. “Johnny? Leland?.. Connie?..’ you thought in your head, the fear of that horrific woman or deranged man coming back down made your heart pound. You wanted to act like you were still out cold, to avoid anything or anyone that came down. Then you heard it… “you awake sunflower?..” his voice almost brought tears to your eyes almost immediately, like a ray of light finally came as you perked your head up to meet his gaze. “J-johnny!” you shakenly struggled to get his name out from your lips. Johnny quickly made his way over to you, not releasing you from your restraints yet as he examined you. Seeing the blood made his eyes widen slightly, yet you couldn't help but notice he expression seemed blank, as if seeing you like this didn't faze him. He could tell from your eyes alone how exhausted, yet excited you were to see him, his gaze never left yours as he embraced you in a weird yet comforting hug as you still hung there. “Thank’ Goodness you're finally awake…” he spoke, hsi comment seemed off but your brain was too relieved to finally be free, to run to the police and get help. Johnny quickly gave water to you that he brought down, you hesitated for a second before you drank it. The cool liquid washes your throat and guts. “thats it'… drink up sunflower..” he spoke softly as he used a hand to wipe off the liquid dripping from your neck, your lips parted from the cup as you went to speak. “P-please.. get me down from here. We gotta escape this hell!..” you yelled, however your mouth was quickly covered by his hand, his eyes seemed stern and almost offended by what you said. 

  You felt your brows furrowed in confusion as you have yet to see him attempt to free you, “I … can't” he spoke, his gaze breaking from yours. His eyes met the floor as your breathing fell in a panic as your mind raced. eyes widened with confusion and fear as you watched Johnny back away from you slightly. Anger and confusion built up in your brain as you watched him, “wh- why not?...” You spoke, confusion and anger in your tone, the tone in your voice seemed to gain his attention as once again he looked up at you. Guilt riddled on his face as he seemed to fight off other emotions, “sunflower… I can't just let you leave..” he had an expression close to pleading as he stepped closer towards you before he continued, “my family…won't let that happen.” the word ‘family' rang in your ear, you felt your face grow cold and pale, your face blank of emotion as you felt almost numb. Your brain went blank as you processed everything, you felt yourself stare into space. Johnny interrupted your gaze by standing closer to you, leaning down to meet with your eyes. 

  “Come'on sunflower… talk to me..” he spoke, as if this your reaction shouldn’t be surprising to him. The broken trust you felt as you broke into tears, you felt nothing as Johnny's hand cupped your cheek as if to comfort you. “Fine…” he muttered, almost seeming annoyed or angry at the lack of response. You watched blankly as he walked away, his body tensed as if he was stopping himself from punching something. He gave one last glance back towards you over his shoulder, his eyes shooting daggers into you before he spoke. “I'll bring food soon…” he growled as he stomped his way up the stairs, the slam of the door making you flinch slightly. The tears started to stream down your cheeks, the thoughts ran wild as you felt yourself lose hope. 

  You found yourself looking around the room once again, the numbness you felt started to kill small parts of you. The table was to the right of you had small tools placed on top of its surface, a hammer and a few nails laid scattered around the table. A knife also sat itself on the table, rust or dried blood stained the silver steal. You looked over to your left and saw another one of the blood filled buckets, this one reeked and mold and rotting guts. On the concrete floor beside the bucket laid larger gardening tools such as a rusty shovel, rake and shears. Rope Hung on the walls slightly behind you and you noticed a large deep freezer on the far right wall, rust lining its corners and edges. You looked hesitantly up towards your hands, the hook still puncturing through them. You knew what you needed to do but didn't know if you had the strength, with a grunt and groan of pain you started to swing yourself carefully in order to hook your foot onto the table. Trying your best to hook your foot onto one of the legs of the table, each swing more horrifically painful then the rest before managing to hook your foot onto one of the legs. You celebrated in your head as you brought the table close enough to use it as leverage, using your foot to push yourself up and managing to unhook one of your hands, the feeling of relief and freedom filled you as you quickly unhooked your other hand. Dropping yourself to the ground as victory tears overwhelmed you, examining the palms of your hands. You looked at the hole in them in almost disbelief, the holes were small, however they did enough damage to make it extremely difficult to move your hands properly.

  You heard footsteps once again above you, ‘Johnny’ you thought before you quickly looked around having no clue on what to do except the deep freezer. Even though it would seem dumb to lay in a cold freezer meant for meats, you had nothing else.. as you rushed over and opened the somewhat weirdly empty deep freezer, you heard the creek of the door and without hesitation you quickly jumped inside. The freezing touch of ice stabbed at your back and sides as you laid there, listening to the heavy footsteps come down the stairs. “Sunflow-..” you heard Johnny speak out, panic in the back of your mind as you held your breath tightly. “Y/N?!” You heard his tone turn to panic and even slight anger. The frantic footsteps walking around the room, the sound of things being haphazardly tossed to the side before the footsteps faded for a few seconds. He was looking for you definitely, only when you heard footsteps get closer to the freezer did you feel the sweat start to beat down your forehead. ‘please…’ you thought, dread washing over you as you watch his finger curl under the lid of the deep freezer to open it. Seconds felt like an entirety as you watched the lid slowly open, your heart pounding in your chest. You shut your eyes tightly as the lid opened fully, awaiting to get grabbed by him. Yet a gentle touch came instead, peaking through an eye to look at him.. instead. “Leland?!” You couldn't help but get filled with excitement, your eyes quickly widened as joy and relief filled your body. However Leland's hand quickly hushed you as he looked around slightly nervously, “shh.. shh.. I know..” his tone soft yet stern as he quickly comforted you, taking you in his arms to make sure you were ok. “Thank goodness...” you said, exhausted as you finally got reunited with your friend. “Let's get the fuck outta’ here..” Leland harshly whispered before slowly standing up and walking back towards where he originally came from, you followed suit before stopping at a toolbox that you saw on a shelf earlier. Some small nails and bulbs greeted you before you grabbed a screwdriver, you watched Leland round the corner and disappear behind it. It almost looked like a tunnel or cave, you went to quickly catch up with Leland before you heard a thud..

  “Now now sunflower…” your heart sunk quickly to your gut, your eyes locked with his once again as he now held a knockout Leland by the back of the neck. “why’d ya’ go and do that…” Johnny spoke, his eyes closed with disappointment written on his face. Making a ‘tsk tsk’ noise with his tongue as he dropped Leland to the ground between you and him, you couldn't help but stumble backwards onto your butt as you watched Johnny slowly step over Leland's body towards you, he was now towering over you. You felt helpless as he squatted down in front of you and looked you dead in the eyes, they were filled with rage and yet a strange calmness. “j-johnny please!..” you pleaded, your protest was interrupted quickly as Johnny held a large knife to your throat, his face blank as he held it firmly against your skin. “Get Up.” He growled and without hesitation, or wanting to piss him off more, you stood up quickly. Your body in pain and starting to cramp as you did so, you knew you were too weak to run.. let alone fight back. Johnny stood up with you, still hovering over you before he urged you backwards towards a wall with the knife. The cold steel against your skin as your back hit the wall, no words were spoken for a good minute before Johnny leaned himself closer towards you. His lips now against your ear as he practically growled into your ear. “Why’d ya’ do it sunflower?..” his tone cold and dead as he spoke, his knife firmly planted against your neck still as he brought his head back to look at you. His other hand on the other side of your head as he leaned himself closer to you, “I was gonna keep ya’ safe..” he muttered, anger clearly started to come through as he gritted his teeth. He waited for a response, a response you didn't give as you felt frozen in fear and shock. This clearly started to piss Johnny off as the hand that was once on the wall now wrapped itself onto your waist, his grip tight as he slightly dug his fingers into your side. This caused you to yell in pain, shivers went up your body as you felt your legs buckle underneath you. You weren't paying attention as Johnny brought the knife down towards your chin to make you face him again, the cold blade touching your chin as it forced your head upwards. Your teeth gritted together in pain as your legs wobbled, you gripped onto Johnny's forearm to hold yourself up and Johnny quickly smirked as he brought his face close to yours. In almost a caring yet mocking tone, Johnny spoke “let me take care of ya sunflower…” as he helped you sit down on the cold floor, kneeling with you as he did so. 

  You sat there helplessly, confused and conflicted. Tears streaming down the sides of your face as then darted to an unconscious Leland, Johnny using his hand to firmly grab your chin and bring your attention back to him. “Look at me when I talk to ya’..' ' he demanded, his change in behavior almost terrified you as it felt like yesterday when you were in his embrace and loved you like nothing else. You felt stupid for giving into love.. for trusting him.. and yet something still gave you the feeling that he wasn't going to hurt you. His gentle touch, the way he watched you.. “Johnny… please, I'm sorry” you begged, wanting to not be put on that hook again. Johnny's face softened as if he was conflicted with something, yet he didn't say anything as he looked at you. You watch his brows furrowed ever so slightly as he gently cupped your face, his lips parting as if to say something… yet nothing came. “Sun-.. I..” words struggled to come out as he spoke before he started to lean in slightly closer to you, your faces only inches apart. You tried to back yourself up and away but a wall stopped you from doing so, nervousness and anger filling your head as thoughts came rushing through you. Your trust betrayed and yet you wanted the embrace, to get out of this place. Your breathing heavied as you watched his face closely, his expression showing one of guilt and even remorse. Johnny took your lips onto his, the taste felt dry, almost dusty with a hint of blood as he kissed you. His grip tightening on your face as he pressed you closer to him, you felt waves of emotions hit you. You wanted to smack him for even thinking to do so and yet the kiss felt almost freeing, the comfort of someone caring made the tears trickle down your cheeks, you felt numb slightly  as you felt his lips pull away from yours. Johnny noticed your reaction as he gave a soft smile.. his eyes hooded slightly as you spoke in a gentle manner “let me help ya’ Y/N..” you felt slightly surprised he used your name, it made him sound almost sincere as he spoke to you. You looked into his eyes as he offered his hand, you hesitantly took his hand in yours as he helped you off the ground. He gently held your side as he brought you into another room, this one much larger as you saw a bed in the left corner. The muted red sheets covered a slightly torn mattress and metal frame, it almost looked like a prison bed from the looks of it. The wooden bucket sat on the end of the bed on the floor before you looked to the right side, some random scraps of bones and small piles of dirt laid scattered around the edges. Johnny slowly led you to the bed before helping you sit down, a look of confusion landed on your face as you wondered why you were brought in here. Johnny gave a soft smile before he headed towards the door of the room, looking at you from over his shoulder. “I'll take care of ya’ here sunflower…” he spoke before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him, you felt confused for a second before you heard a click of a lock. You felt your gut sink before adrenaline kicked in and you rushed yourself to the door, “j-johnny??..” no response came back as it started to bang on the door. Once you realized he wasn't gonna come back, tears formed in your eyes as you slid down against the door.

  You cried on the floor as you were now trapped in practically a cell, you hugged yourself as you wept there for hours…you lost hope in trying to escape this hell, the trust you felt only shattered more as you felt betrayed, you cried… as now you were stuck In a house with maniacs.

END OF CHAPTER 5

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Johnny Nsfw Alphabet (A/J/N)

A/N: since no one has requested anything for Tcm I’ve decided to write some just so people know that requests are allowed lmao. I’ve only been getting Stardew requests lmao I like having variety :).

Tw: sexual content

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

Sucks at Aftercare ngl. The man isn’t making love at all, he’s fucking to get his rocks off and THATS IT. Unless he cares about the you, he probably won’t even care if you get off or not. He is not nice, and he is NOT going to make sure you’re okay or had a good time. If you do manage to get him into an actual relationship with you, you might be able to persuade him into cuddling after dating for a while.

J-Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Does not jerk off often, only does it when he REALLY needs to release. He is not fond of having to pleasure himself and would rather go find someone to use in order to get off. If he is with you, whether that’s through him kidnapping you or not, he will use you. Absolutely avoids masturbating at all costs unless he absolutely has to.

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

Will NEVER be topped. Him being topped is not something he wants nor would he allow, maybe if you’re close he’d let you think you can top him but only for amusement purposes. The only time you can take charge is like if he lets you suck him off on your own ngl. Only if you’re pleasuring him and not getting pleasure yourself is when he’d give the tiniest bit of control.

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KNKTBR - Day 1 - Petplay

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Pairing: Johnny Slaughter x GN!Reader

There was a hand on your head, and you winced, scrunching up your face as he ruffled your hair. The man stepped in front of you and knelt, removing his hand from your head to instead grab a loose strip of leather hanging in front of you, slowly wrapping it around his hand before he yanked it forward, tugging on the black collar around you neck.

"You been good today?" He asked, cradling your chin, his head tilted at you enough to cause a few loose strands of his hair to fall forward, his eyes narrowed, suspicious of your response, whatever it may be.

"Yes, sir."

Johnny pulled his lips together, the corner of his mouth dropping into a slight frown. His grip tightened, and he pulled more on the leash, forcing you closer to him. "You tellin' me the truth, pup?"

There was silence on your end for a few moments. You knew better than to lie to him, you knew he was only asking because he was well-aware of your poor behavior earlier in the day. Hesitating for only a moment more, you finally shook your head, and Johnny replied with a distinctly disappointed click of his tongue. Your lips parted, ready to defend yourself, but Johnny pushed up on your jaw, forcing your mouth closed.

"What did I tell you?" He sighed, standing up again, though he didn't release his hold on your leash, requiring you to sit up to avoid being choked by the restraint around your throat. Johnny didn't need to say anything else, didn't need to elaborate- you knew exactly what was in store for you.

So he pulled, forcing you to follow behind him, not giving you time to stand up all the way, leaving you to linger after him on all fours, the display a complete mockery of your dignity. But you followed, seeing as how you didn't have much other choice, until he reached the top of the basement stairs, and only then did you manage to stand up as he opened the door.

You remained silent, submissive, not daring to risk making your punishment any worse by questioning his methods, or his choices. And he walked down the stairs with you on his tail, eventually tugging you into a room crafted of wood and dirt. After closing and locking the door behind him, he eyed you, his gaze stern, the words that followed even more demanding. "Sit."

Without hesitation, you obeyed, lowering yourself to your knees as he gave the leash a bit more slack, allowing you to increase the distance between the two of you. The leash was unwrapped from his hand until he only held the very end of it, and he moved over to a desk, picking up a bowl and carelessly tossing it in front of you, stirring up dirt, some specks of the dust landing in the empty bowl.

When your eyes lifted from the bowl, you found Johnny standing in front of you, his head angled down as he stared at you, a good four feet taller than you thanks to your position on the ground. As if he wasn't intimidating enough, he wore a small frown, harboring clear resentment towards your disobedience earlier in the day. He presented a piece of meat, resembling that of a drumstick, and he shook it, teasing you with the idea of a meal.

You waited, patiently, despite the aching hunger in your stomach. And then he dropped it, and your eyes followed the piece of meat as it fell into the bowl before you, the grease on the outside picking up the bit of dirt that lay in the bottom. Looking back up at him, you found a smirk replaced his frown, and he nodded, motioning with his hand towards the food.

"Eat up, mutt."

While internally, you cringed, the nickname harsh compared to his usual affection, as manipulative as it was, externally you did as he asked. Your head lowered, knowing better than to use your hands and upset him, and you bit into the rich meat, savoring the familiar taste. Your face was burning up, completely humiliated, not that it was anything new.

After the first bite, you attempted to pull your head up to look back at him, but there was resistance, a heavy weight being pressed into the back of your head, pushing you back into the bowl. The leash was tugged, restricting your breathing, unable to move to ease up the tension, and you whined, taking careful steps to control your breathing.

It lasted for a few moments, the discomfort and airiness spreading to your head before finally his boot was removed, and your head retracted by a few inches, the collar becoming slack again. You panted, only being able to have a few moments of peace before the bowl was kicked over, and Johnny scoffed, yanking your leash one more time to remind you of your misbehavior.

"Damn slut. Yer stayin' down 'ere tonight. Expectin' you t' learn yer lesson. Be a good pet n' you'll get a real nice breakfast t'morrow," he chuckled, kneeling next to you once more and petting your head, earning a gentle, helplessly dreamy gaze from you, as hopeless as ever. And then he stood, dropping your leash and leaving the room, locking the door behind him.

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Johnny's Girl - Part 2

Contains smut.

tw: dub/non-con, hematolagnia, dacryphilia, blood, violence, stalking, rough sex.

Johnny spent the next month stalking you, learning where you work, your schedule, your name and age, what time you go to bed and wake up, what you do with your free time. He watched you, reveling in how clueless you were to his presence, becoming increasingly more sexually frustrated as time passed.

Johnny had a high sex drive, but he didn't like doing the job himself. He'd go without before jacking off. He knew he'd have to find somebody to use soon, as he wasn't quite ready to let himself indulge in you yet.

He watched through your bedroom window as you began to take your clothes off and get into bed on top of the covers, opening your legs and giving Johnny a nice view. You close your eyes and run one of your hands to your breast, rubbing around the nipple slowly and running your other hand down to your wet slit.

Johnny immediately grew hard. He'd watched you a lot, but this was his first time seeing you touch yourself. He quietly unbuckled his belt and took out his thick cock, stroking it slowly and silently as he watched you pleasure yourself.

You squeezed and twisted one of your nipples, rubbing another finger on your clit, letting out quiet moans that carried out of the open window and into Johnny's sex crazed ears. He gripped his cock hard and continued pumping himself painfully slow. So slow it was driving him mad, and he knew there was no chance of release.

He had to suppress the urge to groan as you dip one of your fingers into your pussy, fucking yourself fast. Johnny could hear your wet cunt against your finger, clouding his mind even further with lust. You slip in another finger and rub your clit in circles with the other hand, getting closer and closer to orgasm.

Eventually you let out a yell as your toes curl and your back arches, cumming on your fingers. Johnny was still stroking his cock as he watched you suck on the fingers that were inside of you, and he finally couldn't take it anymore. He tucked his dick back into his pants and buckled his belt, leaving silently and heading back to the house.

After arriving he goes to his truck immediately. He needed somebody to fuck, and he needed it now. He made his way to the bar, still picturing your hands touching your cunt. He wanted to destroy you. To pound into you until you begged for mercy, then pound you even harder. "Fuck!" He shouted in frustration.

He arrived at the bar with little patience, hoping he could find somebody quick. He sat for about an hour and was getting increasingly more annoyed when he spotted a girl that was pretty attractive, and even had the same hair color as you.

She was already staring at him, so he gave her a smirk. She quickly looked away, clearly embarrassed. He made his way over, smirk still on his face. "Hey darlin'. Like what you see?"

Her face flushed as she looked up at him, and she gave him a smile.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Johnny asked, making no attempt to hide his wandering eyes.

"Lilly. Like what you see?" She said teasingly.

Johnny smirked, put his hand on her hip and moved close to her ear, "I do, why don't you come with me and show me a little more?"

Too easy. He lead her out to his truck and started driving, thinking about you the entire time. She attempted to make conversation and was met with unenthusiastic and borderline rude responses, so she soon grew quiet.

"Where are we going?" She asked timidly.

"Don't you worry 'bout that, darlin'. We're almost there."

He pulled up to the house and shut off the truck, going around to the passenger side and opening up the door. He grabbed her hand and yanked her out of the truck.

"What the fuck?!" She yelled.

Quickly and effortlessly he grabbed her and pushed her against the truck, holding his knife to her throat. "You stupid, cock starved little bitch. I barely even had to look at you to get you here." She started crying, begging Johnny to let her go.

He laughed and spun her around, pressing his hips against her ass, rubbing his hard cock against her through their clothes. He ran his hand down her stomach and into her pants, running his fingers down her slit. "No underwear? You're just beggin' to be fucked, you little slut. Already soaking wet. Pathetic."

She whimpered as he pulled her pants down, begging him to stop. He wondered what you'll sound like when you beg and lets out a frustrated groan as he took out his cock and pushed himself into her wet pussy. He immediately began ravaging her, not caring about her comfort or pleasure. She screamed and moaned and he closed his eyes, picturing you touching yourself and licking your fingers. He began pumping at an even more punishing rate, grabbing her hair and pulling her against him.

He bites her neck hard and revels in her scream, moaning as the blood hits his tongue, wishing he was tasting you instead. "I'm gonna cum inside this nice little hole, then I'm gonna slit your fuckin' throat." She cried out as he grunted loudly, his cock twitching inside of her as he emptied himself. Then, in one swift motion, he brought his knife across her throat.

He took his cock out of her and tucked it back into his pants, letting her dead body drop to the ground. Despite his release, he couldn't get you out of his head, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could resist.

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Just the Tip

— Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader —

MDNI!!!

Summary: It’s the 1960s and Luda Mae frowns upon premarital sex like any good Christian woman. You and Tommy are young, hot, and in love but the only problem is that Tommy was raised to wait until marriage and never lets you two go any further than kissing and some groping.

But the devil lives in the hot Texan sun and even God takes a break from the summer heat.

Notes: this is super short, just pure smut, self indulgent I’m obsessed with big boy Tommy 😭😭😭 i swear I’m working on part 2 of my sister Sinclair fic but Tommy has me in a choke hold and I needed an outlet.

No TW that I can think of other than bad smut and maybe ??? Coercion??? Cause Tommy wants to be a good boy and stop before y’all go too far but you flash him and then he’s absolutely 100% in. A bit of religious stuff, period typical sexism but vaguely. Let me know if I should add anything else and I’ll get right on it. Reader isn’t ever referred to using “she/her” pronouns but is described as having breasts and does have female genitalia so I tagged it fem reader to be safe

Enjoy!!!

The early morning sun burned, chasing away what little cool air remained of the night before. While the barn shaded you from the unforgiving sun and hid you from disapproving eyes — or lecherous in the case of the older men of the family — it also trapped in the heat your two bodies gave off.

Thomas pressed his open mouth to your own, tongue swiping over your teeth eager to taste you. Your hands gripped his dark hair, ruining any half-effort attempt he had made earlier in the day to smooth down his unruly hair. He held you in his arms, body pressed tightly against him in an attempt to get as close as possible, his large frame hiding you even further from prying eyes than the shadowed corners of the old barn. The kiss was deep and hungry and served as a brief respite from Luda Maes ever watching eyes. While she had been fine with you living with the family before you and Tommy were married, she forbade you from sharing a room or being intimate, a rule she absolutely refused to budge on and one that Uncle Charlie took a strange glee in ribbing you about. But much like the Texan heat, the heated looks you gave each other were unavoidable and only grew hotter as the summer days went on. Luda Mae wanted to wait until the following spring to make your union official but at the rate the town was drying up, there wouldn't even be a priest to officiate the ceremony, much less any guest to attend. You highly doubted anyone outside of the family would want to witness your union anyway but still, Luda Mae didn't want the few who would to get wise and start counting months.

These stolen moments in the barn were as good as you could get — and by god were they good.

Tommy’s large hands groped at your breasts, pawing roughy at your nipples through the worn fabric of your old dress. It wasn’t long before you found yourself in the familiar position of being sprawled out on the barn floor, coarse hay a discomfort you had long learned to endure for the sake of pleasure.

You desperately thrust your sex up onto his growing bulge, whining when he groaned and pinned your hips with his own, preventing you from getting your desired stimulation. “Please Tommy,” you beg, lips separating, “We don’t have to do too much, I just wanna touch you.” You press open-mouthed kisses to his neck, pulling softly at the flesh with your teeth and tongue dragging across the bites to taste the salt on his skin. Your hands eagerly worked to untuck his faded green shirt and wrap around him, roaming the vast expanse of his back. His whole body shuddered in your arms, an attempt to hold back from eating you whole.

You know Thomas will put an end to your romp soon, the tense lines of his shoulders and the way he shuts his eyes a sign that he's reaching his limit, that if you two don't stop now you won't be able to stop — but that’s exactly what you want.

You're tired of holding back, of this constant edging you have to endure when you’re in his presence and it gets harder every day. Just yesterday afternoon, Uncle Charlie sprayed Tommy with the hose, telling him that he was filthy and needed to get out of those clothes before he went inside. Watching as he undressed by the back door so that you could put his clothes on the line to dry had nearly given you a heatstroke — and if Charlie’s leering grin was any clue, you swear he did it on purpose in an attempt to rile you up. You ran off before you sinned right there in the yard, the memory of Thomas's shirt clinging to his arms, his chest glistening with water had kept you company well into the night.

So before Tommy puts a stop to your roll in the hay you make your move. You lift your dress up past your breast and expose yourself to him, you can see his breath stutter in his chest, this was quickly becoming the farthest you two had ever gone.

“Just watch me, Tommy, watch me,” you say breathlessly.

And he does, he sits on his haunches like a predator, his engorged cock straining against his pants and imagining just a taste has your tongue darting out to wet your lips, his gaze fixated on the movement.

Sliding your panties off your legs, your fingers dip briefly into your wet hole, gathering slick to rub onto your clit. At the very first touch, you let out a shuddering breath and you watch as his shoulders heave.

You begin rubbing your clit at an intense pace already turned on from the earlier heavy petting, not once breaking eye contact with Thomas as you do. With each moan you muffle you see his eyes grow darker with desire breathing with his mouth open as though he could taste your scent in the air. When he finally lets his cock spring free you let out your loudest moan yet. It’s better than you ever thought. His cock is thick and heavy, drooping slightly under its own weight but still undeniably firm. It curves slightly and you imagine that if it was inside you it would scrape against your walls in a way you've never been able to do with just your fingers.

Thomas grips his cock firmly and gives it a few tugs, eyes alternating between hungrily drinking in the sight of your blissed-out expression and your dripping pussy. You buck your hips, desperate to press your clit against your fingers and Thomas jerks his length even faster, rubbing his tip and spreading his precum on his hand.

God, you wished it was you that was touching him.

Thomas settles onto his knees and after a brief hesitation begins to shuffle closer to you. The sight of him crawling to you on his knees with his dripping length in hand made your pussy clench around nothing and you let out a whimper. You remove your fingers from your clit, feeling the heat radiating from his cock as he settles on top of you, legs spreading around his waist, your hips slightly raised and resting on his thighs.

The tip hesitantly pressed against your clit and your moan fills the small space before you can suppress it. This was better than you were hoping and it felt as though you were pressing against the boundaries the lord had set for you. Tommy’s eyes find yours looking for reassurance, asking without words, “Do you think this is okay?”

You find enough comprehension in your lust-addled brain to come up with a coherent answer, “It should be fine, I think,” you stammer out, “I mean, it’s not like — not like you’re putting it in so, it should be fine.”

You’re not overly familiar with the word of God outside of Sunday services and Luda Mae’s lectures, both of which you were forced to attend and spent tuning out in favor of watching the sweat build on Tommy’s brow while he worked through the window.

You think that if God could feel the weight of Thomas like you did, feel the heat like you could, you think he’d forgive the sin of your act.

It seems like that was all the reassurance that Thomas needed because no sooner than the words fumbled their way out of your mouth that he begins to drag the length of his cock against your slit.

God, if this is what hell was supposed to be like, burning and full of decadence, then perhaps you didn’t mind being a sinner.

The way he ruts against you is euphoric. Heavy breaths escape you both and you can’t help the words that spill from your lips.

“God, Tommy, I wish you would put it inside me,” you whine out “‘wanna feel your fat cock in my pussy, wanna get filled,” you might as well be begging at this point, and Tommy's increases his pace to the point that you think he wants the same thing, that he’s desperate to thrust into you rather than against you and —

And then the tip of his cock catches on your entrance and you both stop breathing.

“Maybe — Maybe it doesn’t count.” You stammer out, “It didn’t go in and it’s just the tip, and I don’t think that the tip counts” With the slightest twitch of his hips the tip of his cock has slipped inside.

"It's - it's just the tip it's fine” Your words sound empty even to you but the reassurance is all Tommy needs to push forward and let the head of his cock slide into your welcoming heat

His soul nearly leaves his body when he feels your raw pussy on the head of his cock. He jerks his length furiously and your fingers begin to move against your clit again, eager to meet your high with Thomas.

But it’s not enough. He was right there, right there just one push of his hips he’d be right where you needed him

“Please Tommy” Canting your hips slightly so the tip begins to dig deeper into you, you begin to plead once more, “wanna feel you fill me up, wanna remember the shape of your cock please”

Thomas feels years of control break at your words and with one swing of his hips, he bottoms out instantly. You feel like you've been punched in the gut as the air rushes out of you and you let out a sound like a wounded animal. Tommy stays still deep inside you, shaking and heaving, absolutely drunk on the feeling of your soaked walls clenching vigorously around his length.

You feel full in a way you've never thought possible. His length throbs, its girth stretching you in a way that burns.

When he finally starts thrusting, you’re not ready. He’s like a man possessed, solely focused on the feel of you around him, your skin pressed against his, his blood pounding in his ears.

“Wait— Tommy, ah, slow — slow down, oh god!” You can’t hold back your moans and he can’t stop, both fully engrossed in the feel of each other with no control over your own lust. Thomas crashes his lips onto yours in a halfhearted attempt to keep down your moans, it’s sloppy, clashing teeth and drooling tongues, spit escaping your lips, unlike any you’ve shared before.

This is completely different from what you’ve imagined your first time together would be like. It’s not your wedding night, you're laying on the dirty barn floor and there’s absolutely nothing gentle about the way Tommy is ravaging you. Your pussy is sopping wet and with every thrust, it lets out an embarrassing squelch, your juices and Tommy’s pre-cum leak down your ass and make a sticky mess in his dark pubes.

He doesn’t stop even as your walls spasm around him, cumming on his cock and digging your nails into his strong back. He works you through your orgasm even as your mouth clumsily forms the words to beg for him to slow down or to give you a moment. It’s too much, the sensations completely overloading your brain and all you can do is hold on tightly to him, lost in the ecstasy of your release.

Thomas lets out a deep, guttural groan as he cums, hips stuttering as he bullies his fat cock into the deepest part of your sex, filling you to the brim and your vision goes white.

Boneless, neither one of you makes a move to separate from the other, so thoroughly satisfied and content to lie where you are holding each other, Thomas’s softening cocking slipping out of you and spilling his release onto the ground.

His weight on you is comforting, you gently press kisses to his face and bask in the way his heavy breaths caress your sweaty skin.

“I love you.” You whisper into the shell of his ear and he squeezes you against him, repeating the words in his garbled voice the best he could. Your love is just for the two of you, no one else had a place in your world, no one else had the right to peak in on your affection or gawk at your differences.

This moment in time was just for the two of you.

“Thomas! Where the hell are ya, boy!”

Well, until Uncle Charlie’s voice brought you back down to reality.

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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 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: I apologize for the wait, I've been having trouble keeping up with stuff, so I'm sorry if chapter seem rushed or overall late. Either way I hope you still enjoy! 💋

Chapter 4: FarmHouse 

  The sun shined down into your window, gently grazing over your skin, the warmth making your eyes flutter open and dart around your room. you started to wake from your slumber, your body stretched and shook slightly, a large moan of relief rumbled in the back of your throat as you did so.You continued to lay in your bed for a while, thinking about the events that happened last night along with the weird pit you had within your stomach about Johnny. His eyes burned into your mind which caused butterflies to form in your stomach, you almost felt stupid for the sudden feelings you had. You've only met him for almost a week now compared to when you first arrived here in this town, yet he's the only one who's been by your side since your friends disappeared… other than your father that is. You sat up on your bed, your mind starting to wake more as you sat there before hearing a knock outside your door, your father's voice gently on the other side asking to come in. “Come in dad..” you groggily spoke as you gently rubbed your eyes, your father cracking the door open ever so slightly before fully making his way inside your room, his warm smile greeting you as he handed you some breakfast in bed. “Hey sweetie.. just thought I'd check up on you… and unfortunately tell you I'm gonna be gone for a few days…” he spoke softly while he set down the plate of food on your side table, a slightly disappointed look on his face. Your eyes widened slightly in worry as you sat more upright and locked eyes with him, “again?..” you complained, your brows furrowed in frustration. “I'm sorry sweetie.. you know how work is” he placed himself next to you on the bed and placed his hand gently on your knee “It's only for a couple days i promise…however I went shopping yesterday while you were out so you should be alright” he gave a soft and reassuring smile, fixing his glasses at the same time. You gave a big sigh as your eyes shut with frustration, ‘alone again’ you thought. “ok dad…” you huffed a little but quickly gave your father a warm, yet fake, smile. 

  Your father huffed and reluctantly smiled before lifting himself up and off or your bed, whipping off his shirt a little bit before heading towards the door. “Be safe sweetie.. I left forty dollars for you in the box in my room if you need anything and PLEASE call if you need absolutely anything..” he spoke clearly but with love in his tone as he looked at you for a serious response. You couldn't help but chuckle at your father's attempt to give a serious look, you smiled while giving your father a nod. “Of course dad” you giggle before watching him smile and walk outside your room, closing the door as he leaves. You listened in as you heard your father get ready to leave, his footsteps heavy as he finished up whatever else he was tending too. You yourself got up from your bed and started to get dressed, a red halter top with white stripes running horizontally across its fabric. Then a pair of black bell bottom jeans with red stitching framing the black, you left a few hair ties on your wrists and a small black necklace  as an accessory as you finished up your simple makeup. 

  Quickly it turned noon, you were down in the kitchen making a small batch of cookies for later, putting aside a few for you and Johnny. He told you to meet up with him yesterday so you wanted to give him something for yesterday, a small smile appearing across your face as you finished up the cookies and put them to the side on the counter. You were used to being alone in the house because of your father's work, so being in an empty house didn't exactly bother you so much. However, as you finish cleaning up and doing your chores..

!!BANG!!

You felt your body jolt and your heart nearly jump out of your chest as you saw a bird hit the window in front of you, its medium sized body slowly sliding down the window before falling completely off and mostly likely on the ground outside. You stood there in slight shock for a few seconds as you looked at the blood starting to trail down, the crimson blood glistening in the sun as it dropped down the window. You felt yourself relax, taking a deep breath before giving a somewhat annoyed huff as you knew you had to go chuck the poor thing in the garbage or something. You sighed and put on a yellow glove as you began to Walk outside and around to the side of the house where you knew the dead bird was. Seeing the broken and bent bird laying on the ground, its blood turning the grass around it a dark brown, made you frown as you looked at the poor thing. Yet you disgustingly picked up the dead bird by the feet, its limp body hanging there as you walked across the road to the edge of the sunflower field. You gave the bird an apology before tossing it into the field. Turning around, you looked both ways before you quickly walked back towards your house. Walking back inside you hastily took off the, slightly covered in blood, yellow glove and washed it in the sink, as you finished cleaning you put the glove back where it was. You wash your hands thoroughly with soup and then clean the  rest of the sink, putting away the sponge in the little Holder. With a smile you firmly grab the small box of cookies that you tied off with a little red ribbon and a small note you wrote, thanking Johnny for yesterday. With everything done and the sun still shining brightly in the sky, you walk outside once again. The cool breeze caresses your skin and blows gently through your hair, you take a deep breath and you take the step off the porch and onto your dirt driveway. You're father and the car long gone by now, however your mind wanders to Johnny. Hoping he'll somewhat enjoy the baked goods and hoping now's a good time to run over, a part of you felt somewhat dumb as you never really realized how relatively close his house was to yours, only past an acre of sunflowers. 

  It was a little bit of a walk before you managed to get over to Johnny's house, listen to his words and not go past the tree line. The large white building greeted your eyes as you started to observe your surroundings, a small part of you wondering why you weren't allowed to get any closer. However your eyes wandered around until noticing a large brown barn to the left of the house and a few small shack looking buildings behind both the house and barn, your eyes landed back onto the house and looking at the large window that was staring directly towards you. You waited for a little while with nothing happening and you felt a little dumb for standing in the middle of their driveway like some weirdo, which made you walk past the tree line and over some kind of electrical grate. ‘They have livestock??.. I don't see any cows’ you thought, although you quickly assumed they might be in the back fields or barn, yet you didn't hear any mooing which confused you. Nevertheless you continued forward towards the house, cookie box firmly in hand as you got to the stairs of the front porch, your foot creating a creaking noise as you placed it on the old wooden steps. You took a deep breath to relax yourself from the weird feeling you had in your gut which you tried your best to ignore as you gave a gentle knock on the white door, its White paint chipping off at the edges. You could hear some Rustling as you hear a fair, yet clear voice. “Johnny! Get the door will ‘ya.. too tired for this..” the voice angrily spoke, you could easily tell it was Drayton by the way he angrily spoke, which made a part of you feel bad for Johnny. You soon hear heavy footsteps come to the door before nearly hitting you in the face with how quickly it opened, however before that could happen you quickly took a step back, your breathing hitching slightly as your eyes widened in shock and locked with the door. You take a moment to process before shaking your head and smiling, your eyes locking with his. Except.. his gaze didn't seem surprised or warm, it felt cold and blank, before you could greet him you felt your back hit the pole that was connected with the little fence on the porch and his hand quickly and firmly covering your mouth. Your eyes widening in shock and confusion and he shut the door with his foot, his eyes landed on your face and a look of anger filled his face as he spoke.. “sunflower… I told you not to come past the tree line.” He tried to hold back some rage. You felt your brows furrow in worry as you didn't mean to make him angry, you just didn't want to stand in the middle of the driveway like a weirdo. Johnny huffed before releasing his hand from your mouth, his body untensing before his eyes drifted downward to the cookie box that was now slightly crushed by your nervous grip. “I-.. just wanted to come say hi was all..” you mumbled, lifting the box slightly up as you handed it to him. “I didn't know it was a bad time..” you explained. You watched him take the small box and letter from your hands, his expression softenimg and his skin hitting your hands as he took the box. You watched as his face gave an almost surprised look, as if he never got a gift before. You could even see a soft smirk peering on the end of his lips which brought a smile to your face, clutching your hands together as you eagerly awaited for him to say something. “Thanks sunflower..” he softly said, although no smile really appeared on his face as he set the box on the small rocking chair that was off to the side.

  Without saying anything, Johnny stepped off of the porch while looking back at you to follow, which he quickly did so. You apologized for a little while as you two walked over to the brown barn you've seen earlier. Johnny kept pushing you off as you were fine in his eyes, however as you walked into the barn your eyes started to dart around at all of the tools and the broken down car that sat around the corner of the barn. And the tool table was in the right corner and clutters of tools and smaller items filled the space. The only thing off and made you wanna gage was the off place bucket of blood and guts in the far corner, which made you notice Johnny's behavior of trying to distract you from it. You only assumed it was animal guts from a chicken or cow, you quickly brought your attention back to Johnny who was now leaning against the wooden wall and staring directly at you. “So why did you want me to meet you today?..” and spoke up, trying to make more conversation with him. To your annoyance, you watched him take a pack of cigarettes out from his back jeans pocket, completely ignoring you as he takes one straight out of the pack with his lips in one straight motion. Hovering his hand over the lighter while he lit the cigarette, his dark chocolate eyes being lit up by the orange light of the lighter. You watch as his eyes dart up to you, which causes your cheeks to blush, however your face keeps the annoyed expression with your eyebrows firmly furrowed. You couldn't stand cigarette smoke, your grandma made you hate the smell as a kid because whenever your father couldn't take care of you, were trapped in a car with her sometimes on the way to her house and the windows of her car would rarely roll down, the smell made you almost sick. After a minute of standing there you almost couldn't help yourself as you walked up to Johnny, one of his brows lifting as you got suddenly closer to him. Yet the cigarette stayed firmly between his lips as he watched you in slight confusion, you go to grab the dumb cigarette out of his mouth as you spoke, “would you answer me ple-” you were quickly cut off as you felt your wrist that was going for the cigarette in his mouth gets firmly grabbed and the feeling of your back getting pushed harshly against the wooden wall, it took you a second to process what happened until your widened eyes looked up and locked with Johnny's. Who is now gripping both of your wrists against the wall on either side of your head, you could feel and smell his smoky hot breath hitting your face as he was now hovering over you and giving you a somewhat angry look as if you just tried to slap him across the face. His eyes watched every inch of your face like a hawk, the smoke from his cigarette filling your nose which made you want to gag. You watch him spit the cigarette out from his lips onto the ground and step on it with his boot, his gaze never leaving yours. “That better  for you…sunflower?” he growled in a somewhat sarcastic and annoyed tone. 

  You felt your body tense up as you tried to swallow the lump you felt in your throat, the butterflies quickly flooding your gut as nervousness filled you. You didn't feel scared, you mainly felt shocked and nervous by his actions which caused you to struggle slightly in his grip and in return caused his grip on your wrists to grow tighter. While he hovered over you, his grip strangely never loosened around your wrists and his gaze darted up and down from your face to your lips. His breathing seemed to quicken ever so slightly as he watched you, you could feel his breath hit the base of your neck which caused you to uncontrollably blush. You didn't really notice until now how much larger he was compared to you and being this much closer you could help but notice the scar that littered his shoulders and arms, especially the one across his cheek and forehead. You felt frozen in place as he kept you there against the wall, his eyes wandering down from your lips to your throat. You could feel sweat start form on your neck from the rush of nervousness you felt as you watched his eyes trail your neck, the warmth beating on your cheeks from the blush which Johnny seemed to notice as his eyes quickly darted back up towards your eyes and his grip quickly loosening from your wrists. He let go of your wrists before stepping away from you, you could tell he was embarrassed from his actions because he was now looking away from you and rubbing the back of his neck. You kept yourself against the wall in shock, still trying to somewhat process what just happened. Your face almost beat red as you stood there. “Sorry sunflower.. I didn't mean to.. um” he stumbled with his words and he tried to find some form of an excuse for his sudden actions. You somewhat snap out of your daze and give a quick smile, stepping closer to Johnny you gently place your hand on his chest. ‘damn..’ you thought, your cheeks flushing red as you didn't really expect to feel his chest. Quickly snapping out of your thoughts you spoke up “it's ok!.. I just didn't expect that I guess.. I'm sorry for the cigarette..” you apologized. You watched as Johnny looked down at you, even seeing a bit of blush graze his cheeks from your hand. “You're fine sunflower..” he mumbled, gently taking your hand in his. “Thank you for the cookies… and I just .. wanted to see you is all. Had fun from last night” He chuckled. Bringing a smile to your face as you two began to talk a little bit more about last night until the sun started to set. 

  Johnny walked with you down his driveway and down the road towards your house, chatting and laughing as you did so. It was the most he's talked since you two began to really speak. Although he didn't really talk much about himself as he'd always bring the focus back to you and your family, which made you feel slightly off until you reached your house. Talking a bit more until Johnny turns to head back home, you quickly grab his hand. “Wanna come in?.. my father is gone for a couple of days for work so it's no problem!” You smiled, his face showing slight surprise at your offer as he nodded and you two began to walk inside “thanks” he spoke. “I didn't want you to walk back at night so soon… feels cruel.” You laughed as you shut the door behind the both of you, Johnny chuckled with you and started to look around your home. Once again you two chatted for a little while as you made food. Today was long and tiresome, so you wanted to eat something at least. Meanwhile Johnny managed to find your father's liquor cabinet and as you cooked you didn't notice Johnny come up from behind you, his arms landing on either side of you as you were chopping up some carrots. His breath hitting the back of your neck, his lips felt inches away from your neck which caused goosebumps to slowly form and you could smell the small scent of whiskey on his breath. You felt flustered as his large frame towered over you, It almost made you feel safe and yet your gut made your head turn around and give him a somewhat confused smile. “Everything alright?” You asked nervously as you put down the knife and turned yourself around to face him. “Just watching ya’ sunflower~..” he purred as he tilted his head to the side and gave a soft smirk, his hand landing on your side which caused your eyes to dart downwards towards his hand In shock and your face to almost glow red. Johnny took notice of your reaction and chuckled, he was clearly becoming tipsy because he seemed… almost different. “I ain't gonna hurt ya’…” he softly spoke as he tilted your head up with his other hand, his face slowly starting to inch closer to your's and his lips only inches apart. You gently placed a hand onto his chest to try and keep a distance from him, but your thoughts were too flustered and confused to think straight and Johnny clearly noticed as he took the opportunity to suddenly lift you up onto the counter, moving the food off the side. The smell of his whiskey and cigarettes on his breath filling your nostrils as the hand that was kept firmly on your hip, now slowly guided its way downwards onto your upper thigh as you looked up to watch his eyes. They were watching his own hands, a primal look was written on his face as he was focused on trailing his hand to the button of your pants. You felt panicked and your hand instinctively grabbed onto his wrists which seemed to catch him off guard slightly, his eyes darting up to yours as a cocky grin slid across his lips.

  “Come On sunflower..” he pleaded, quickly bringing his lips to your ear. His cheek pressing up against yours as he used both his hands to grip your hips to bring you closer to him,his large frame hovering over you as his breathing was heavy in your ear, “you've been driving me fucking crazy since I laid eyes on you..” he growled, bringing his lips to the heap of your neck as his hot breath hit against your skin. You kept a muffled whimper from escaping your throat, a shiver running up your spine as he began to nibble at your neck. The gentleness and hunger of his hand starting to glide up your shirt as he started to pick at your bra, you could feel his large hands unhook the strap of your bra and fingers clawing slowly down your back. You gently pushed him back with your hands and looking him in the eye you could see the wild look in his eyes, they looked like a wild animals. You felt extremely nervous as this was new to you, you could feel the heat on your cheeks as Johnny suddenly, yet gently, placed his hands on either side of your face and brought you into a sudden embrace. You had no time to say anything or react as your lips mingled with his, the taste of whiskey and smoke danced between your tongues as he started to push himself more into you. Using a hand, he gently lifts one of your legs up, your inner knee resting between his forearm and bicep. His grip was firm as he continued, his kisses now trail to your neck as a deep growl escaped his throat as he slowly bit down onto your shoulder. A moan shot out from your lips from his actions, only causing him to bite down slightly harder and his hands to grip tighter onto your sides. You don't know why but you couldn't help yourself, this feeling you had inside as this man practically had full control over you. You've only known him for about a week you thought and this is how he felt, yet a part of you couldn't help yourself as he bit into your neck. Your brain felt fuzzy and blank that you barely noticed him unbuttoning your pants, which caused you to quickly and instinctually grab his hand. Parting his lips from your neck, Johnny looked up at you with a gentle and caring look. “Can I?... Sunflower” He asked, his tone sweet and gentle now as his expression was awaiting your answer. Your face was red as you couldn't muster any words, or even think for that matter from the way his words rumbled through your ears. 

  You watched his face for a few seconds in shock as you thought, your mind rushing with thoughts and confusion on what to do that you simply nodded your head to him while you pressed yourself against the wall behind you. Johnny's face completely changed from caring, passionate, patient and understanding to now a look of pure hunger and craving. His lips parted from each other as his tongue swirled gently inside his mouth and across his teeth, his eyes filled with desire and lust. Something about his posture tensing made you feel uneasy or concerned as he was holding back from almost tearing you to shreds from where you sat in front of him. He was looking at you with hunger as if he was a starving animal, you wanted to ask him if he was alright, however before you could even muster your own voice you felt his lips meet yours once again. This time it was more ruff as he pressed himself into you, his tongue swirled around yours as he used one of his hands to grip the back of your neck to keep your lips firmly pressed against his. Muffled moans rumbled past your lips as you shut your eyes and he began to lift your shirt up, only parting his lips from yours as he finished taking your shirt off and tossing it to the side. Your eyelids hooded as the cool air tickled your bare skin and nipped at your bare breasts, goosebumps forming all over your torso and arms. Your breathing hitched quickly as Johnny suddenly brought his teeth to your neck and his hands cupped your breasts, his hands felt ruff yet gently at the same time as he gently squeezed them. Placing his thumbs and pressing them against your nipples as his teeth dug their way into the heap of your neck, a short painful yelp escaped you as you felt his tongue lick up the blood as he sucked. You bit your lips to keep yourself from the pain you felt, your hands gripping and clawing at his shirt. You felt Johnny's muffled chuckle against your neck as his teeth and lips parted from your neck, the drool mixed with blood dripping slightly from the comer of his lips. His dark wild eyes locked with yours as he slightly hunched himself over, cupping one of your breasts in his hand while the other trailed your side. His hot breath hitting your nipple before his mouth wrapped around your breast, causing your back to arch slightly and a quick moan to leave your throat. Johnny's eyes darted up to meet yours and started to swirl his tongue around, he was now watching your expression as you bit your lip and held back a moan. He seemed almost annoyed as he broke his lips from your breast and brought himself back up to look you in the face. “Don't hold back on me sunflower…” he growled as he brought the hand that was cupping your breast to your throat and slightly forced your head to look at him, his face only inches apart from yours. “now… let's make you more comfortable~” Johnny spoke in a hushed voice before quickly lifting you up into his arms and carrying you off to the couch in the living room and placing you down onto your back. Now hovering over you like a predator, Johnny started to grip at your pants. His fingers unbuttoning your pants before slowly sliding them off of your legs, the cool air creating goosebumps on your thighs. 

  You watched as Johnny looked over your body, every inch of you made him drool as he licked his lips. His hands gripped at the arm of the couch as he crawled his way on top of you, using his hand to unbutton himself. “I’ve Waited forever for this..” he uttered under his breath while his eyes darted around your body, his eyes making their way up to your (color) eyes. Johnny watched you as if you were a helpless animal under him, a cocky grin whipped across his lips as he brought himself closer to your body. Spreading your legs with his hips as he brought his lips to yours, his hand Wonder down to grab his decently large shaft. Your breath hitched quickly as you felt Johnny push himself into you, every inch sending shivers up your spine. Your back arched and as you were about to let out a moan you felt his hand quickly land over your mouth, your eyes widened in shock as you saw his eyes that were once filled with lust and hunger, now give a look of anger. You tried to talk but you were only muffled by his hand, however you noticed his eyes weren't on you… but the front door. ‘Did someone knock?’ you thought, you didn't hear anything though while you two laid there. 

  “Fuck..not now old man..” Johnny's body grew tense as he stayed focused on the door, although his attention seemed to way as you began to struggle underneath him. His eyes darted between you and the door as small grunts escaped his throat, his breathing staggering as his hips thrusted forward slightly. His brows furrowed in frustration and lust as he hushed you. “Mmm!” Your moan was only muffled by his hand, your hands gripped onto his shirt. “Quiet for me sunflower..” he whispered, his focus changing from the door back to you as he started to move his hips. His hand still covered your mouth as he thrusted into you, his breath hot and thick against your skin as your moans were kept muffled. 

!!KNOCK KNOCK!!

You jumped slightly from the banging on your door, Johnny only gritted his teeth as he pulled himself out of you slowly while letting a muffled groan leave his throat. He gave you a hush gesture before fixing himself up and walking towards the door angrily, you quickly gathered yourself up and rushed to at least put your bra back on. You then covered yourself with a blanket that sat on your father's chair before walking over to see who was at the door, hearing muffled yelling. You made your way closer to the door, pressing your ear against it as you heard Johnny arguing with Drayton outside. “The hell you doin here old man!” You heard Johnny get more aggressive with his tone, Drayton spat back at Johnny but you couldn't exactly hear him over Johnny. “I told ya’! I have it under control!” You heard Johnny spat. You were too focused on their conversation however to hear light footsteps behind you…

“Well ain't Cha a pretty thing!” You heard behind you, you felt your eyes shoot open as you slowly turned your head to face whoever lingered behind you. Your eyes looked over a scrawny and almost greasy look man, his black hair parted down the middle looked slimy as parts of it covered his face. A strange red mark laid across his right cheek, nearly cover his eye, you noticed him wear a baggy green T-shirt and light gray pants.You noticed the animal necklace around his neck as you nearly gagged as the smell of him, the man seemed to notice your reaction as he began to laugh like a mad man. “W-who the fuck are you?!” You yelled as you pressed yourself up against the door, the only response you got was another laugh from the man before he jumped towards you. A scream roared through your throat as you struggled against the scrawny man, his hand going to cover your mouth before hitting you over the head with a nearby object. Your head grew heavy as your body met the floor, your eyes shutting before everything grew black… “Nighty night! Hahaha!”

END OF CHAPTER 4

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I apologize for this chapter being so late! I was struggling on how to make this good.. and I was cringing at myself a little bit too. I suck at making smut so I hope this works for now lol! Anyways I hope you enjoyed! 💋💋💋

//CHAPTER 5//

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Pussy Drunk Thomas Hewitt - Drabble

Thomas Hewitt x FEM!Reader

Tags: established relationship, cunnilingus, forced orgasms, talk of bruises, wet and messy, squirting, dacryphilia, overstimulation

Word count: 1.1k

fucking obsessed with the idea of Thomas getting absolutely, down bad, pussy-drunk as soon as he gets a taste

like his virgin-ass being too afraid of hurting you to fuck you at first and getting on his knees for you. he gets a taste, kind of pulls back and licks his lips and you can see his pupils dilate and his eyes fucking glaze over and he just falls face first into your pussy

sloppy, wet, spit slick, hungry oral from that man. his teeth bump into you in all the right ways sometimes. one moment he's whimpering into you and the next he's grumbling and trying to get his tongue deeper and deeper into you to taste more

and it does not matter to him when you beg for him to slow down and how you can't cum anymore. because you keep dripping on his face and tongue and making wonderful noises and you just taste so fucking good, how could he stop??

his arms wrap around your thighs and he holds onto them hard and firm and keeps you pulled close to his face. you can feel that it's gonna bruise and you're going to cherish those bruises for days

he doesn't even notice how hard he's gripping you because he's trying to get all of his senses filled with you. he tastes, smells and feels nothing but you. the only thing his ears can focus on are your moans and whimpers. his hands massage your thighs periodically and when he opens his eyes it's just to look at your face, thrown back in pleasure. the only thing better is when you're looking down at him with tears in your eyes, still moaning for him

Tommy is completely drunk off your taste. he loves the feeling of your pussy on his tongue and he loves the little whining groan you let out when he sucks on your clit

now, when he keeps going and going and your hand in his hair trying to push him away finally falls to your side, he doesn't even realize what he's doing next. it's all out of instinct when his hands readjust so his arms stay wrapped around your thighs but his thumbs are spreading open your folds. that's when he really loses it

because he can get his tongue even deeper like that. he can bury it inside you and find the spot that makes you drip a little more and that makes you moan all broken and needy. once he finds it he abuses the fuck out of it. keeps licking over it, poking at it with his tongue and savoring every drop of you that spills into his mouth

and then. his holy grail. you grab his hair again and moan louder. you're sobbing and begging him to slow down because it feels different this time. he doesn't listen of course. all he knows is you're about to do that thing again where he can feel your pussy flutter and twitch and your thighs squeeze around him and your moans get all whimpery

he keeps going until your hips lift up into him. he stays attached to your pussy and keeps doing what he's doing, knowing he can't stop. needs to keep going to get you to do that thing

suddenly you gasp and go completely quiet. then you moan so loud it's almost a scream. a sobbing sort of thing that's absolutely gorgeous to him. on top of that your hips start wildly shaking along with your legs and your pleasure starts gushing out of you

Tommy moans into your juices and gets closer if that's even possible at that point. he shakes his head so he rubs over your clit side to side while he keeps his tongue abusing that spot inside you. and fuck does he get drenched. he swallows down as much as he can of you and whimpers into it. anything he can't get, drips down his face and drenches his shirt and lap

once you come down you realize he's still going and you can't handle it anymore. you start crying more and weakly kicking your legs out which finally makes Tommy look up. he sees your devastated face and while he thinks the sweat mixed with tears and drool, as well as the tortured pleasure in your eyes is a heavenly sight, he listens to your weak pleas

he finally pulls away and you sigh in relief. Tommy stays away from your pussy (as much as he hates it) and spends his time licking your thighs clean. just a minute away from your pussy makes him whimper and look up at you pleadingly. your legs are still shaking and you shake your head at him

so Tommy whines and starts biting your thighs instead, getting closer and closer to your pussy until he's mouthing right next to it. you're shaking and sweating and still losing a coupe tears when he licks flat over your clit once. then your back arches and you gasp, trying not to make too loud a noise

you know if you moan he's gonna start again and you think he might actually kill you that time. he softly licks over your clit again, wraps his lips around it and you slap a hand over your mouth. but Tommy sees your lack of noise as a sign to keep going and starts sucking on your clit. when his teeth graze over it your hand whips away from your mouth to his hair and you yell out a moan that ends with a broken whine

immediately you know you're in for it. Tommy moans happily and grabs your thighs hard once more. he dives into you again and gets back to his sloppy, needy and enthusiastic pace without hesitation. all you can do is moan, whimper and whine as Tommy makes you see stars over and over again

he's obsessed with making you squirt on his face and listening to your whimpers as he tastes you. he loves the feeling of your heartbeat in your clit, pounding against his tongue

sometimes you can't get him off of your pussy until he's had at least a couple hours of his way with you. he's obsessed with your pussy and a single taste makes him entirely lose his mind. he'd do anything to fall to his knees in front of you

he would spend forever between your thighs if it was up to him

your pussy is his paradise and his salvation. every gush of your juices is a baptism of wonder. you are his goddess and he worships you at every turn

#thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #TCM #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw the beginning #thomas hewitt smut #texas chainsaw smut #DisastersAreAJoyDrabbles #this was supposed to be a short idea #and then i just couldn't stop #Tommy has been haunting me lately and this just wouldn't stop playing over in my mind #if literally anyone wants this idea more fleshed out and an actual fic lmk #will absolutely write it if only one person says yes #ill probably write it anyways #HES HAUNTING ME AND I LOVE IT

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | sharing a bed

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content, implied smut

♡note; swapped out billy in this one bc i can’t imagine him sharing a bed with someone and not getting literally pornographic

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Brahms Heelshire

> Once he decides he wants to share the bed, he finds the biggest guest room bed and brings all of the comfiest pillows and blankets he can to make it perfect

> For you more than him, but he doesn’t feel too hurt when you push half of them to the foot of the bed

> It was a lot even for a king bed

> You’re reluctant at first, not used to sharing a bed

> But you find he’s very hard to say no to once you’re in that deep

> He tries to give you space, but it’s not long before he’s wrapped around you, clinging for dear life

> And he almost immediately falls asleep like that, head tucked into your chest

> You sigh and try and relax, petting his hair

> And you fall asleep with your hand still tangled in his black locks, holding him close to you

> You wake up to him nuzzling your neck and practically whining

> “Baby…wake up…”

> You’d ask him what the problem was…if you couldn’t feel it against your leg

> You spend most of the morning still in bed, lazily fixing his predicament

Micheal Myers

> He doesn’t get why you want him to do this

> You know he doesn’t cuddle

> You know he usually gets restless and wanders at night

> But there’s no reason to say no, and even he can’t stand how sad your pout is

> You hum and stretch, tucking yourself in and look at him expectantly

> He takes off his boots and lays on top of the covers beside you, stiff as a board

> You have to coax him to even take the mask off, but he still won’t relax

> You quickly realize he’s used to high security psych ward bunks, not big comfy queen beds full of stuffed animals

> “…do you…wanna sleep on the floor?”

> He pauses.

> Shakes his head and closes his eyes.

> After you finally fall sleep, he sits up, intending on leaving

> But you look so peaceful…he can’t help to stay and watch you. Just for a little while.

> When he touches your cheek, you press into his hand. Maybe a while longer.

> When you wake up he’s still staring at you, hand long gone from your cheek

> But once you blink awake, it creeps somewhere else..

Thomas Hewitt

> He’s almost nervous of the idea

> Y’all are certainly intimate with each other - just as intimate as you would be if you were married like his mama was planning

> But what if the family noticed you were in there? He’d kill Hoyt for calling you anything nasty-

> When he sees you in skimpy PJs, he immediately forgets his worries

> He has a huge bed because he’s a huge guy, so when you curl up in it alone, it’s almost comical

> He’s staring at you as he climbs in after you, cautiously removing his mask

> His shoulders relax a little when you smile up at him, still so amazed you can stand to look at him

>“Hold me?”

> He grunts and takes no time in pulling you flush, spooning you. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while, sure he’ll fall asleep in no time

> Until you give a tiny sigh and shift your hips, innocently adjusting

> It doesn’t take much for you to set him off- he’s touch starved and obsessed with you.

> Along with feeling him against your ass, you can literally hear his breathing change.

> “…Tommy baby? Want me to take care of that?”

> It takes another two hours before you fall asleep, both sticky with sweat and sated, your head laying on his broad chest.

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s so happy to have a sleepover- even if you live right down the hall in the same house (I cannot imagine you dating him and being allowed to leave the farm tbh)

> He gives you an updated tour of his room- he’s very happy to show you the collection of polaroids of you he hung up.

> You were wondering where those went

> Finally he drops you on the bed, giggling quietly

> It’s old but comfy, and he has plenty of stolen pillows and blankets, and even some stuffed bears

> He strips right on down to his heart boxers, leaving his mask on for last

> He takes it off slowly, giving you that shy look he always does

> You grin and open your arms and he’s more than happy to scoop you up with a coo.

> By the time you’re settled, you’re curled around his back

> He loves being the little spoon, even if he’s a big brute

> When you wake up he’s bursting back into the room with some slightly burnt toast for breakfast

> It’s a sudden wake up call, but a welcome one

> And you repay him in tons of kisses, all over

Vincent Sinclair

> Like some of the others he’s hesitant

> But you want him to relax, he’s been working so hard- so you take him away from the studio, and into your room

> You’re not even letting him so much as sketch until he sleeps

> He tilts his head and is almost pouting, trying to guilt you - even more so once you help him remove his wax

> Until you coax him into his stomach so you can massage his back, that is

> You’re clumsy and certainly not a professional, but your hands on him is enough to melt away the stress

> He suddenly rolls over and grabs your hips as he hears you yawn

> It’s your turn to pout down at him

> But eventually you relent and let him cradle you close to his chest as he hums a nonsense lullaby

> You keep him trapped in bed the next morning as revenge, again straddling him before he can get up to leave

> But this time, you’re most certainly not yawning

#slashers #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #tcm 2006 #tcm #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer #house of wax #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #the boy 2016 #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms heelshire #micheal myers #rz michael myers #micheal myers x reader #rz myers x reader #rz halloween #halloween #dead by daylight #slashers x y/n #slashers x reader #slashers x you #slasher imagines #gender neutral reader #g/n reader #cw suggestive #cw smut

[1dum-slasher-writer]

Day 3, the big boy. BUBBA BITCHES. 🙏🙏🙏

(don't mind the gyat 🗿)

NSFW 💅

•We all know how big bro is. His bulkiness isn't the only thing big... Bro is a decent average length, maybe MAYBE a teeny tiny bit less than average, but thick. Like, almost 2 hands to fit it around...

•First time seeing a dick/pussy? This mf is shell-shocked. He genuinely sits there in dead silence for a few minutes and just stares... (Lovingly)

•He probably couldn't handle being a top. He'd be scared he'd crush you, and he just couldn't handle the feeling of you under him. Mf loses himself ☠️

•The noises of pleasure make up for how little he talks. Gasps, whines, squeals, and squirming... Lots of vocalization, and he just can't help it. Gets bright red, especially if you convinced him not to wear a mask this one time.

•Honestly, doesn't know what sex is supposed to feel like, so he just uses hand gestures to show what he wants. New position? Gentle nudges. Slow down? His grip tightens. He's boutta cum? You can clearly hear it.

•Lord bless whoever sleeps w this man. He genuinely is sweet, buuuut gets kinda rough after a good few rounds. He honestly doesn't last long, but has a decent stamina. 🤷

#bubba sawyer x male reader #slashers x male reader #bubba sawyer #leatherface #leather face #bubba saywer x reader #tcm movie #tcm game #tcm 2 #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre game #texas chainsaw massacre #smut #sawyer family #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer x gn reader #headcannons #😩