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Requested by goblin-grandee

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I don’t usually post Leon, but I’ve been playing a ton of re4 lately and thought this was a good picture 🖤

I hope you enjoy it! :)

P.S I may write some Leon x reader stuff 👀

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Johnny is back in his old shape. His ankle no longer hurts.

He is ready to destroy.

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Johnny Slaughter Housewife HCs~

I think a lot about being a housewife to Johnny <3

Being a housewife for Johnny after he keeps you would include;

• Johnny would be the type of husband to always want physical contact, like hugging you from behind when you’re doing dishes or laundry, maybe adding some kisses to your temple and cheek. He loves it even more when you touch him, especially when you grab his face with both hands and kiss him softly

• whenever he’s gone long, he can’t help but think about you at home. Specifically you waiting for him to get back. He loves when you rush to greet him and he can’t wait to scoop you up and hug you tightly, he also loves when you get all excited to hear about his day

• if his ‘business’ involves going out of town, he’ll bring you back little knickknacks like the Fluggerville sticker he gave to Bubba for the Nicotero outfit

• he loves your company, whether it’s him just sitting quietly when you’re working around the house or you keeping him company when he’s busy with his own work, but anything bloody he keeps you from, you’re too precious to him to get tangled up in all of that

• Johnny tries his best to keep you out of the family business, saying you’re too pure for that and he doesn’t want to ruin you. If the family, specifically Drayton and Nancy, ever tries to get on your case saying you need to pull your weight, he’s immediately at your defense

• he loves bringing you flowers, says you “make the house look real nice,” whenever you are gifted some. But really it’s just because he loves seeing you smile real wide when he surprises you with them, he doesn’t want to admit it though

• Johnny being eager for your cooking and only yours, not wanting to eat anyone else’s. “Their food is no good, not like yours darlin’.” He’d say when you would talk to him about not eating at the family dinner

• he would do his best to get you anything and everything you wanted, just wanting to see you happy and smiling. Your smile is his favorite thing in the world

• probably his favorite things about having you as a housewife is sharing the bed together. Nothing is better than you crawling up into his arms, tucking your face into in chest and snuggling into his side. He couldn’t be happier

• Johnny being the fix-it man of the house. If your sink, washer, dryer, car, anything is broken, let him know and it’ll be good as new immediately. It may even work better than before

• gifts being left around the house for you, little candies, jewelry, crafts, etc.

• he would let you wear his shirts, knowing you like his scent. He would make sure to leave you one he’s worn when he goes away for a bit, not wanting you to get lonely

• him being head over heels in love with you and every small thing about you. He just wants to grow old with you and he hopes you love him forever

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a part 2 has been requested for my cowboy!Johnny fic! I hope you like it :)

a/n: I love doing these requests, they give me inspiration to write because it makes me happy that y'all can get something from it <3

warning(s): rough sex, dub-con, kidnapping, degradation, slapping, knife-play, blood-play, choking, kicking, manipulating

part 2/2 of cowboy!Johnny short story (unless more is requested and the same goes for all of my stories, if you want more let me know <3)

18+ MDNI

My hand trembled as I read the note. He isn't really coming back is he? I stood for a moment as I tried to consider my options, but my mind was so clouded with fear I could barely conjure a coherent thought. If he came back, does that mean he would take me back to his gang? What would happen to me then? My eyes welled with tears as my heart clenched and my breathe I became heavy. The saloon was bustling as I quickly left the room and walked down the stairs of the saloon, almost tripping over my skirt. I left the saloon and stepped out onto the muddy road.

I didn't bother looking for a carriage because of what happened with the last one. So I began walking down the road and out of town, wanting to leave the area before Slaughter came back. The longing feeling I had when I woke this morning is now long gone, my mind made up that I didn't want this. He was a murderer, and a sadistic one at that.

The road was quiet and tense. I couldn't stop turning my head, just waiting for Slaughter to come out of nowhere and haul me off again. Anyone who knew anything knew that Johnny Slaughter of the Slaughter gang had the most uncanny ability to track in the world. The only thing that you had against it is to keep moving and that's exactly what I was doing. I didn't care where I ended up, just as long as he doesn't find me again. Who knows what he'll do if he comes back and realizes I didn't listen to him.

Johnny could feel the vein in his head throb upon returning to the Newt saloon and you were nowhere to be found. He had quickly searched the rest of the town and had turned up nothing. His instructions seemed so simple and clear, a child could understand. Now why did you have to up and run away? He laughed out loud to try and mask his irritation so the situation wouldn't bother him more than it already has. Johnny began to walk back to the room he had rented the night before knowing that he could pick up your trail there.

"Hey! You have ta-" The bartenders words were cut short as Johnny shot him a menacing look.

"Shut yer mouth. He said, not stopping and turning his head back towards the stairs.

Johnny wasn't going to let anyone or anything get in the way of his prized possession. It had been a while since he has been irked this badly and he would make sure you were punished for that. Upon reaching the room, your scent immediately filled his nostrils. It must be your favorite scent if you used it again this morning. He didn't want to go off of scent alone, as there were many smells in the wilderness and yours can get mixed up in them easily.

Johnny didn't need to search long before he found a solid footprint to utilize in his tracking. Your prints were so clear to him they almost glowed and he couldn’t be happier to be led to his treasure. He stood up straight and began following the prints out of the saloon, down the road, and out of town.

“I’m gonna find you. I will, I promise!” He said, whistling for his horse to come over.

I was growing tired from how long I had been walking. The sun now was setting, signaling I had been going from dawn ‘til dusk. I was sure I had put enough distance between Slaughter and I to take at least a small break, my feet and back were aching horribly. I turned off of the road and walked a little ways beyond the tree line, having a small plan that I would run deeper into the woods in the event that Slaughter did happen to find me. I decided to sit and rest along a tree, the bark digging uncomfortably into my back but it’s much preferred to being on my feet for a moment longer. I wasn’t even able to take in a deep breathe before I heard a twig snap and I was immediately tense again. I whipped my head around looking for anything that could’ve made that sound and I took in a huge sigh of relief upon seeing a doe in the distance. I started to relax and closed my eyes for just a moment.

“I wouldn’t get too comfortable just yet sweetheart.” A voice rang out right next to my ear.

I yelped and shot away from the voice, looking up to confirm my worst fear. How could he have already found me? I put so much distance between us.

“In yer fear, you seem to have forgotten somethin’ darlin’; I have a horse. It’s funny how being so afraid can make somethin’ so simple slip a persons mind.” A malicious smirk formed on his face.

I didn’t bother letting him continue what he was going to say, I turned and ran. My feet were pounding, but that didn’t compare to my heart at the moment. I couldn’t think of anything else but getting away from him, I was scared for my life. I didn’t want to be hurt or killed, I don’t want to be eaten either if the rumors of the gang are true. My footsteps were heavy as I ran through the thick foliage, the branches whipping me and breaking skin all over the surface of my arms and shins. My dress was getting torn with each second I ran through the woods.

“This is pointless ya know. Quit fightin’.” I heard his voice call from behind before I felt something squeeze around my midsection, clotheslining me and sending me flying backwards onto the ground. The wind was knocked out of me and my mouth fell open, desperate to take in a breathe. I heard the ground crunching beneath his boots as he walked up beside me. I looked up at him and he snarled down at me, his fury evident on his features.

Without a word, he kicked his foot hard into my ribs, reeling back and kicking harshly once again. I screamed out in pain, trying to move my arm to block the spot he was hurting but to no avail, the rope around me keeping me in place.

“I asked you to do one thing doll, it wasn’t that difficult was it? Or are you too stupid to understand simple instruction?” He asked. I wasn’t able to respond immediately due to the immense pressure on my chest from the kicking and the fall, I still could barely breathe at the moment.

“You must be since you won’t answer. Since yer so desperate to breathe, let me help you with that.” He snickered and lifted his foot, pressing it harshly on my neck. I went to throw my hands up to lessen the pressure, but ended up pulling my shoulders, quickly reminded that I was bound and completely at his mercy.

“Please..” I choked out, barely comprehensible.

“Please what darlin’?” He asked mockingly, pressing slightly harder.

“Stop, please!” I shrieked out with every bit I had, tearing my throat in the process from the force I needed to implement to produce a loud sound.

“Will you listen if I tell you to stay put in the future?” He questioned, very lightly lessening the pressure on my throat. I nodded vigorously.

“Forgive me, but I just don’t believe ya darlin’.” He sighed.

“Trust me, I want to. You hurt me back there, more than I’m hurting you now.” He took his foot off of my throat.

I was finally able to take in a breath, but a new pain immediately shot through me. Like I suspected, my throat is torn to all hell. I watched as he walked from my head down to feet, looking me dead in the eyes before lifting his boot again and slamming it down onto my ankle. A loud crunch echoed through the trees. I threw my head back and screamed despite my throat being torn. The pain was intense and I sobbed following the scream, not expecting the sudden bludgeon. Heavy, hot tears followed the sobs and that earned a coo from Johnny.

“Aw, did that hurt doll? Maybe you’ll remember this next time you don’t listen to me. This should also prevent you from tryin’ to leave again for a while and just to warn you, I will do this a many times as I need if you make me.” He threatened.

“I’m sorry Johnny, please stop this.” I cried.

“You ain’t sorry, not yet.” He growled, fastening the rope he’s been holding and started dragging me towards a nearby tree. Once there, he stood me up against it and used his lasso to tie me against the tree. My ankle ached horribly in this position, but I knew it would do me no good to tell him that.

I heard a familiar metallic sound as he pulled his knife from his sheathe and stalked up to me. He stepped up until we were chest to chest, he was craning his neck to look down at me and I could feel his warm breath on the top of my head. I refused to look up at him, but that didn’t sit long. He pressed the point of his knife to the bottom of my jaw, penetrating the skin as he forced me to look up at him. I felt the blood run down my neck as I looked into his dark eyes, now filled with lust alongside the rage.

“There ya go.” He praises, removing the knife from my neck and running the tip along his tongue. He groaned as the blood touched his taste buds, it being the most delicious thing he’s tasted in a while.

He then lifted his knife to the side of my neck and made a small cut, latching his lips onto it. He sucked the wound harshly and the blood along with it, but it wasn’t enough for him. Biting the wound, the blood was forced to flow more as he sucked every drop, a guttural groan sounding out when the coppery taste flooded his senses. Now afraid that he may actually eat a chunk of flesh from my neck, I began wiggling in the restraints, scrunching my neck to try and restrict his access. It worked, but he was not happy with it.

A heavy snarl formed on his lips as he lifted his hand, slapping me hard across the face. Before I could even react to the pain, another slap came to my other cheek and a small cut formed above my cheekbone, it bled heavily. A small cry came past my lips as the pain burned throughout my entire body.

“You better not stop me again, or you’ll regret it.” He growled harshly, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look at him.

“Come on doll, can you be a good girl for the bad man? I promise to not hurt you again.” He asked mockingly, getting in my face and licking the blood from it with the tip of his tongue.

“Yes, I will.” I said quietly, choking down sobs.

“You will what? And speak up darlin’, I want to hear you loud and clear.” He said in a slow and mocking tone.

“I’ll be a good girl.” I cried louder, my voice breaking heavily from the abuse it suffered earlier.

“That’s better.” He praised. He took as step back from me and reached up to my chest, bunching it up as he did my undies last night and ripping it open, exposing my chest to the cold air of the night. My buds hardening immediately and he groaned lightly under his breath. Without letting go of his knife, he began unbuckling his belt with his off hand. He pulled it swiftly from his the loops in his jeans and flicked the end of the strap up into his hand along with the buckle so he had a small whip of sorts. My eyes widened, quickly understanding what it was for.

I watched his hand intently and he reached the belt up to my breast and lightly ran it over the mound before flicking it up and bringing it down on top of my tit, the whip sound bouncing between the trees. I felt my chest bounce at the smack and he looked extremely satisfied with his performance. Without another word, he began his work. He whipped his belt onto each breast, back and forth, about 15 smacks on each. When he was finished, my entire chest had gone numb and I couldn’t feel anything above my stomach. My face and chest both out of commission from his torture.

“I don’t think I can wait for that pussy anymore doll.” He said, reaching to his jeans and stroking himself through the thick fabric, his head slowly lolling back as he pleasured himself.

“Then get it over with.” I spat.

“Ah ah ah, you said you were gonna be a good girl for me.” He said, not bothering lifting his head to look at me.

“Please.” I said softly.

“That’s my girl.” He said, shoving his pants down to his knees and taking a couple of steps forward, stopping once our chests were pressed together. He reached down between us, lifted my legs up around his hips and took his cock into his hand. He began pressing his head into my folds, biting his lip in focus once the contact was made. I couldn’t help but blush at the clear desire on his face, and I wondered if looked like this with other women he fucked.

He was slow this time as he pushed his way in, much unlike last night.

“Are you still mad at me?” I asked, unable to understand his behavior.

“Oh darlin’, I can’t stay mad at you. I think you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger.” He whispered towards the end, bottoming out as he finished his sentence. He completely stilled as he made eye contact with me.

“How’s about you come live with me? You’ll be fed, protected, and fucked real good. How’s that sound doll? You just have to keep being my good girl.” He asked.

Knowing that my chances alone were dwindling with every passing day, I considered the opportunity. I wouldn’t have to worry about a place to stay or something to eat, on top of that I won’t have to constantly look over my shoulder everywhere I go. I nodded, understanding that it was my best option.

“Atta girl.” He said, pulling his hips back and thrusting harshly back into me. I let out a yelp at the sudden change, again, in behavior. He began to pound into me ruthlessly, our hips slapping together loudly, the sound making me more wet by the second.

“Damn, you feel so good.” He said, gripping my thighs and pulling me closer to him, my breasts pressing hard against his chest. He pulled back for a moment a ripped his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground next to him.

“Wanna feel you.” He muttered, quickly pressing our chests back together as he pressed his lips to mine gently. His harsh thrusts didn’t let up and whimpers fell from my throat as the pleasure rose from his touch.

“Yeah, tell me how good I make you feel.” He growled, his lips not leaving mine.

“So good Johnny, better than I’ve ever felt.” I moaned against his plush lips, not wanting this to end.

“Damn right.” He said, hips thrusts becoming erratic as he threw his head back, groaning loudly.

“Gonna cum in you doll.” He moaned, locking his hips to mine as he came.

Breathing heavily, he kept himself inside me as he came back down to earth, titling his head forward and making eye contact. He leaned forward and pressed his head to mine, kissing me lightly on the lips one more time.

“I’m definitely keeping you. You’re stuck with me doll.”

Part 1 :)

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If anyone ever notices my name in their Xbox one lobby, I will let you murder me if you play Johnny 🔪🖤

Sincerely,

A wh*re for Johnny <3

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Soft!Johnny x Reader Part 2

A part 2 has been requested for my soft! Johnny fic and I will happily oblige :) I hope you like it!

@spearbsm here you go :D 🎁🎁

Part 2/2

MDNI

Warnings: Mentions of murder

With Nancy catching on, Johnny didn’t have much of a choice. The sky was dark, blanketing your property in a bluish-black hue and forcing Johnny to adjust his eyes if he wanted to get around your house without bumping into something, waking you. He had decided he was going to kill you himself and before he could think twice and change his mind he had left Nancy’s to drive back to your house.

He had waited until the last light went off in windows and then sat a bit more before deciding to make his entrance. He wanted to make sure you were sound asleep because he needs this to be quick, he never wanted to hurt you, but that’s what it’s come to. He snuck his way around to your bedroom window and lightly opened it, the breeze immediately drifting in and gently lifting your curtains. He had scolded you before to lock your windows along with your door, but it looks like you forgot or chose not to listen.

He put his leg through, followed by the other and quietly stepped into your room. As he approached your bedside, he couldn’t help but admire the way the moonlight suddenly came into your room and lit up your face. Your beauty was breathtaking and he wanted to cherish it forever. Before he could understand what he was feeling, heavy tears fell from his eyes and caused them to burn. Nothing had ever made Johnny feel this way, but the thought of you being gone did.

Another step and the floor creaked heavily, causing you to shift and moan in your sleep. His breathe hitched when he heard your soft sounds, wanting to hear his name coming from your lips like that. The floors creaking did not let up as he tried to move and it was his undoing.

I heard a creaking sound and it woke me from my sleep, at first I wasn’t going to bother with it, thinking it was simply the old house groaning and creaking. But then another creak followed it right next to my bed. I immediately opened my eyes and turned my head to the side, seeing none other than Johnny.

“Johnny? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” I asked, worried about his sudden intrusion. Johnny is a traditional boyfriend and this is heavily out of character for him. I saw a small glint in his hand before he quickly hid it behind his back and became as still as stone.

A thick silence fell over the two of us and it became unnerving quickly. I glanced behind him and noticed the window was open, had he broken in my home?

“Johnny, what are you doing here.” I demanded more than asked.

Without a word, he took a step closer and I scooted back on my bed, pulling my legs closer to me and away from him. I couldn’t see his face because of the moonlight behind his back and it made him look so big and beastly. Has he always been this scary? The silence was suddenly cut with a small sob. At first I thought I was hearing things until another one came from him, this one much heavier and louder.

All of a sudden he tackled me against the mattress, heavy sobs racking his body and shaking the bed along with us. I was taken aback by the sudden show of emotion. He was always telling me to not butt in and just let him be a good boyfriend, but now he needed me. I wrapped my arms around him and placed one hand on the back of his head, pressing it to my chest as the other rubbed up and down his back.

“What’s wrong Johnny?” I asked softly, petting his soft hair and kissing his forehead. He sobbed violently once I spoke, not able to get any words out. We sat for a moment as I rubbed his back and gave him as much kisses as I could muster. As he slowly regained his breathe his was able to tell me what was wrong.

“I don’t want to lose you. I love you too much.” He said quietly, reaching up to hug me tightly.

He decided at that moment that he wasn’t going to lose you, no matter what. Once he knew you were back asleep, he left the same way he came in and quickly trudged across your yard and to his truck. He climbed in a tore out of the driveway, speeding home to Nancy’s.

Upon arrival, he wasted no time in parking, pulling up into the driveway and not caring if she knew he left or not. He slammed the front door open and he immediately heard Nancy from the living room to his right.

“Don’t slam doors, Johnny. I raised you better than that.” She had said. Without skipping a beat, he sat across from her on the couch and leaned forward, staring at her intently.

“Somethin’ on your mind hon?” She asked, not looking up from the newspaper in her lap.

“I’m gonna marry that girl.” He spoke.

“Is that so?” She asked, flicking the newspaper to straighten it up.

“Yes ma, I’ll die before I let anything happen to her and I know you don’t want that.” He said, his gaze not leaving her once despite her not returning it.

“I have my ways Johnny. You do whatcha want, but the moment she slips up, I will kill her and you won’t get to her in time.” She said putting the newspaper on the table.

“No you won’t, because I’ll kill you.” Johnny could barely believe what he was saying, but what he felt for you was priceless and he’ll never get it again, so he’ll hold onto it with every fiber of his being; even if that means going against everything he ever was.

Nancy’s eyes widened at his words and tears flowed from her eyes.

“Oh Johnny, I wish you could see what she’s doing to you. To us. You’ll see soon enough, my darling angel, and it will hurt you more than anything in this world.” She cried.

“You’re wrong. I love her and I always will.” He got up from his seat and headed out the front door, walking around the house and down the dirt driveway to the back. He finished the walk to his shack and slammed the door, walking to the fridge and grabbing a beer.

He stood against his counter thinking of you, eager to see you again.

I love writing these requests so much, I hope you like them!

This is part one to the story! 👆

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Can you please do a cowboy! johnny fic where he just finds u and somehow you end up getting a ride from him to a nearby motel then you get a different type of ride 🤭

Ooooo, spicy 🌶️ I will do my best! I hope you like it! I’m sorry it took so long :)

MDNI

It had been about three hours now that I’ve been sitting in this carriage, riding from one town to the next. I wasn’t about to go across the countryside on my own and I didn’t have many close friends and family, so I was left with the town carriage. There’s nothing wrong with his service, but I doubt he has a gun and I don’t either and we’re in a very bandit heavy area. There has been rumors of multiple robberies, shootings, and kidnappings along this stretch of road, but it’s the quickest, and ironically, the safest way to get where I need to go. The other roads terrain is too unsafe for carriage travel.

The dim glow of the lantern hanging on the vehicle didn’t do much to light the area around us, making the unease grow with every second. Suddenly, the carriage came to a sudden halt, throwing me back against the seat with a harsh thud. I couldn’t even begin to make out what the carriage driver was saying before a loud gunshot rang out, causing me to scream and cover my ears.

A thud came from the side of me, no doubt the body of the driver falling to the dirt. I threw my hands over my mouth to prevent any other noises from escaping, hoping the person would just raid the trunk on the back on the carriage and leave. My thoughts were interrupted when the sound of spurs jangling as the person jumped from their horse made me jump slightly, knowing that each clink was the sound of them getting closer.

The sounds stopped right outside of the door and everything went silent. I couldn’t even hear my heartbeat. Suddenly, the door ripped open and there the silhouette of someone stood, completely blocking the only way out.

“Well, well, look what we have here.” A playful voice rang out.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness and was able to make out the face, my heart clenched in terror.

Johnny Slaughter.

The right hand of the Slaughter Gang, the most savage of the group, and I was out here all alone with him. I couldn’t bring myself to move let alone say anything, so I just sat and stared, dumbfounded and scared. I shrunk back into the seat and the wall opposite of him as much as I could, but that didn’t seem to make a difference.

“Now, where are you goin’?” He asked, reaching into the carriage and gripping my ankle, yanking me to the door where he threw me up over his shoulder.

“No wait! My valuables are in the trunk! I have nothing on me!” I screamed, trying to wiggle off of his shoulder. A chuckle came from him as his wiggled his arm, making me fall back firmly onto him. He grasped me tighter so I couldn’t wiggle again.

“I think I got what I wanted.” He spoke, his hand reaching up to spank me harshly, before giving it a couple of squeezes.

Before I could protest, I was harshly thrown on the ground onto my stomach next to his horse. He pulled the bandana from his neck, wrapping it around my mouth and tying it behind my head. I turned to see him pull his lasso from his belt before tying my hands and feet into a hogtie. Completely powerless, tears began to flow from my eyes, wetting the cloth around my mouth and making it more uncomfortable than it already was.

“Aw, what’s the matter darlin’? Afraid of the bad man?” He chuckles cruelly before picking me up again and putting me on the back of his horse. Without another word, he mounts and we’re riding off into the dark of the road. It doesn’t take long to realize we were continuing in the same direction I was already heading. At the very least, I may get to where I need to go in the end.

We came upon the small town of Newt, a perfect place for all criminals alike because the sheriff was driven out of town a while ago. More so, he was killed brutally and no one was brave enough to take the position again. It explains why Slaughter is able to do what he’s doing without question.

He pulls me from the back of his horse and throws me over his shoulder again, my stomach hurting badly with how many times it’s been hit. He walks into the saloon, the doors creaking at his entrance. A handful of saloon goers lift their eyes to see the new company, but quickly turn away when they see that he is clearly busy at the moment. He walks past the bartender without a word, throws some coins on the counter, and begins walking up the stairs to the catwalk.

“Room 8. Checkout at 12pm.” The bartender said, not looking up from the glass he was cleaning.

The tears never stopped falling and they fell harder now realizing help was nowhere nearby. Johnny must’ve reached room 8 because his boot was kicking open a door before I was tossed onto a fluffy and medium sized bed, again on my front. A small metallic ring sounded out and I turned my head to see where it came from.

A long skinning knife was held in Slaughters hand, the blade glistening from the oil lamp on the bedside table. Muffled protests tried to work through the cloth, but it was in vain as I felt the cold blade run down my leg and slice through the rope around my ankles. After the rope fell to the floor, he grabbed my bicep and pulled me to my feet, wrists still bound. Due to how long I was bound, I could barely stand or walk as he led me to the couch across the room from the bed. He sat me down as he unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans pushing them and his boxers to his knees before sitting down beside me.

His cock was standing tall, thick, and proud. The red head seemingly pulsing as it ached with desire. He gave it a few pulls before reaching over, pulling me onto his lap. He bunched up my dress and reached to the back with both hands, taking my bloomers in both before ripping them apart, creating a hole fore his access. Once he was satisfied with his work, he gripped his base and lined himself up with me. He slowly lowered me down, the tip breaching my walls and a small whimper sounded around the cloth making him groan and clench his jaw. 

Once he was in enough so that he wouldn’t slip out if he moved his hand, he moved to grip my hips, settling into a comfier position on the couch. Once settled, he slammed my hips down against his, causing him to fill me up to the cervix. A loud groan went past his lips as he threw his head back against the couch, his black cowboys hat tipping and slightly covering his eyes. He looked up at me past the brim, the lust in his eyes as clear as day.

“Damn babygirl, I caught me a good one tonight. Might have to keep you.” He grunted, lifting me up and slamming me back down again. I could feel my face flush and small beads of sweat starting to form on my temple. The tears were continuously flowing, making my cheeks slightly raw. I whimpered and moaned against the gag as my mind couldn’t decide if it wanted this or not. With my arms still bound, I was completely at his mercy and he bounced me up and down on his cock.

“Ooooh fuuck…” He growled, taking a moment from the pounding to grind me back and forth, his thick and trimmed bush creating a delicious friction on me. His hands moved from my hips to my ass and he ground me harder against him. A loud smack sounded through the air as he smacked my ass with both hands.

“Come on babygirl, ride your cowboy.” He said, his hand moving behind his head to let me do the work. I rolled my hips as best as I could and I could feel him brushing everything inside of me. My legs were still jelly, so all I could do was grind and that wasn’t enough for him. He quickly took control again as he began to sloppily thrust up into me, the squelching noises growing more lewd and loud.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum darlin’.” He said, his thrusts reaching their end as he pulls out of me. I turn my head in time to see thick strings of white gushing out onto the floor in front of the couch. I could feel his stomach clenching as each one came out. The sight of him finishing was enough to send me over the edge. Slaughter quickly realized and ripped the front of my dress down, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking to give me some kind of stimulation while I was cumming. The high left as quick as it came and I was breathing heavily behind the gag.

He reached beneath me to wipe any access cum of himself before lining his cock up with me again.

The morning light shown violently though the curtains, waking me from my slumber. I looked around for Johnny, feeling an unwelcome sense of longing and loneliness upon realizing he had left. As I collected my things and was about to leave, I noticed there was a piece of paper between the door and the frame. I took it from its spot and unfolded it, reading the message hastily scribbled on the parchment.

“I’ll be back for you tonight, I had to shake a tail. Don’t go anywhere darlin’, or I’ll hunt you down.”

Part 2 :)

[duchess7878]

What about a fanfic where Johnny actually cares/ love the reader so he tries to avoid taking her to the house at all cost but Nancy starts to catch on

I love this idea because soft!Johnny is the most precious thing in the world. I’m sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy it! This one will be short like my last one so I don’t get burned out, let me know if you’d like a part 2! It will come quicker this time :D how’s your riding going?

Part 1/2

Banner Credit: @cafekitsune

It’s been almost a year now that we’ve been dating and I still now barely anything about Johnny. He knows everything about me from my birth until this very moment, and all I know about him is his name and his truck. I never want to push but it’s starting to feel weird knowing nothing about him after being with him for so long.

It’s early morning, the birds chirping outside and the sky is a light blue, with the sun casting a warm glow. I’m sitting at my small, wooden, square kitchen table, sipping on a cup of my favorite hot drink. My book sitting forgotten on the edge on the table as I become lost in my concerns. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the rumble of Johnnys aforementioned truck pull up the dirt driveway to my little wooden cottage.

I hesitantly got up from my seat and headed to the door, opening it to see Johnny stepping out of his truck, his eyes meeting mine and flashing a smile. He waves lightly and shuts the door of his truck, hiding something behind his back. He jogs up to me and up the three stairs to the door, immediately throwing his visible arm around my waist and bringing me in for a soft kiss.

“I missed you doll.” He said when he pulled away, bringing his arm from behind his back, revealing a massive bouquet of sunflowers.

“Aw, Johnny you shouldn’t have.” I said, burying my face into the petals and gently inhaling the scent.

“Anything for my perfect girl.” He says reaching past me and opening the door more for me to go inside. I walk in without a word and head to the kitchen to pull a vase from underneath the sink. As I fought to get the thick stems in, Johnny sat down in the chair opposite of mine at the table.

“You didn’t get any further in your book this morning darlin’? Something on your mind?” He asked, noticing the unmoved bookmark.

“How did you notice?” I wondered.

“I notice everything about you. I love you doll.” He says, standing up to stand behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder and hands on my waist.

“You make me feel so loved.” I giggled, his hand placement making me excited.

“Good. Now what’s on your mind?” He asked again, lightly turning me around and putting both arms on each side of me.

“I don’t want to upset you, but I feel like it’s not a good idea to keep it in anymore.” He nodded for me to continue.

“I want to know more about you. Your home, your family, your friends, hell even your past lovers. I just want to know more about you Johnny.” I begged.

He let out a sharp breath and stepped back from me, looking down to the floor and reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“We’ve had this conversation darlin’.” He said firmly, his demeanor showing no sign of swaying.

“I know, but plea-“

“No! Now that’s it.” He raised his voice and cut me off, making me jump slightly. He has never raised his voice at me before.

He sighed before grabbing my arm and gently bringing me in for a hug. He began rubbing a hand up and down my back while the other was holding my head to his chest. He began giving light kisses to the top of my head as an apology.

“Listen darlin’, there are parts of my life that I don’t want mixing, and you? I don’t want you to mix with anything because it will hurt you and I’m serious darlin’. Please don’t go asking about me. Please.” He begged.

As Johnny came back home it was well after dark. He parked a bit further from the property per usual, trying not to alert Nancy to his presence. It didn’t matter that he pulled around back, she has an uncanny sixth sense and she thought he had been in his between his shack and cold room all day.

He turned off his truck and stepped out, starting the short trek to his shack. The moonlight lit the yard well, and all he could think about was you and how beautiful you would look in this light, especially when you were holding all those big sunflowers earlier. He could’ve just eaten you up right there.

As he was approaching his shack, he heard an unfamiliar sound coming from inside. He sighed heavily, already knowing who was on the other side of that door. He approached it with hesitance, but opened the door nonetheless.

The telltale creak of the door immediately alerted Nancy to Johnny’s entry. Though she knew he was home the moment his truck crossed the property line. The sound Johnny heard was Nancy cooking steaks on the skillet he leaves on his stove. The shed had been cleaned up, garbage in the can, food put up along with dishes, the couch bed made, and knives collected and stored properly.

“You gotta make your place look nice if you want to bring home whores Johnny.” Nancy began the inevitable conversation.

That immediately caught his attention. There’s no way she knew. He was careful.

“Recently, you’ve be comin’ home with a love sick look on your face and you can’t hide that from mama. So who is she Johnny?” She asked, moving the steaks onto a plate with a pair of tongs.

“No one, just a little bitch who got me flustered during a hunt tonight.” He lied hoping to end the conversation quickly.

“Where is she then?” She inquired, not looking up from the task at hand.

“In the bed.” He gestured behind him.

“Oh my sweet Johnny. Look at what this little hussy is doing to my sweet angel, making you lie to your mother.” She left the plate on the counter for him to eat when he was ready and turned to face him. She slowly walked up to him and rested her hands on his cheeks.

“If you don’t kill that girl Johnny, I will. When I’m done, you’ll wish it was you instead.” She threatened, pulling his head down to kiss him on the forehead and exited the shack.

Johnny could only stand in silence and fear. The one thing he ever and will ever love in this world may disappear forever if he doesn’t do something. But what can he do?

Part 2 of the story 👆

[duchess7878]

A Johnny x reader smut but reader doesn’t know his background and discovers he’s got a blood kink when he goes down on her while she’s on her period 👀💃🏼

Hi! I’m sorry this took so long to write, I had no motivation for a while. This one will be short because I don’t want to burn myself out too badly. If you want a part two, let me know and it will come much much quicker than the last one! :) I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Blood

“Johnny wait, now is not a good time.” I said, shutting my legs when he attempted to open them.

“Why’s that darlin’? You know I’m not a patient man.” He purred, kissing down my calves.

“I’m on my, you know.” I said, gesturing to myself.

“What’s that, your period? Oh honey bell, you have no idea how much of a feast this will be for me.” As though as new found bloodlust awoke in him, he ripped my legs apart and began to quickly remove my pants and underwear.

“What?! You don’t mind?” I said, confused but flustered at his sudden animosity.

“You don’t know much about me at all darlin’, let alone how much I love seeing this pretty color on you.” He snarled, moving my underwear and pad immediately burying his face into my slick and bloody cunt. He immediately took in a long breath through his nose and sighed heavily at the scent filling his senses. His eyes rolling in the back of his head, he flattened his tongue against me and licked a long stripe up my pussy but he didn’t stop there.

His tongue went past my clit up my pelvis, past my torso and breast, sucked on my neck for a moment, then landed with a heavy kiss on my lips. The metallic taste immediately overwhelmed my taste buds and I whined for more.

“You want more babygirl? I’ll do that for you, if you can be good for me.” He smirked down at me, blood smeared all across his face. I nodded frantically, but that wasn’t enough for him. He grabbed my face, his thumb and fingers firm around my jaw.

“Use your words.” He ordered.

“Yes please.” I said in a heavy breath.

“I’ll show you how good you can feel.” He said, lowering himself down again. As he went, I got a glance at the red stripe that his tongue left on my body and it made me shiver in anticipation.

[duchess7878]

aaaa im enjoying your Johnny fics so much I swear I’m down bad for this man 😮‍💨 would you be into doing one with johnny slicing his name into the reader??🤌

You got it ;) I hope you like this one! <3

“Come on darlin’, this is going to take longer the more you squirm and if you make me mess up I’ll have ‘ta start somewhere else.” Johnny warned, gripping my waist tighter and trying to still my hip. I could only groan and sob as he began on the first ‘N’. After trying to escape-he fucked me like a wild animal and then brought me out to the shed for a “surprise.” That being what’s happening now.

“It hurts.” I cried, tears streaming down my face as I tried to resist moving. He was carving the second line of the letter as he leaned down to lay a gentle kiss next to the burning wound. My stomach fluttered at the gentle gesture but was quickly ripped away when he began the third line.

“Oh I know sweet pea. Now you know how I felt when I found you missin’. Even better, now you won’t dare think about doin’ this again-let alone tryin’ to.” He said sweetly, licking up a drop of blood that began to spill down my side.

“You know I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t love you right?” He asked, pausing the carving to look up at me.

“Yes Johnny, I know. I love you too.” I said quietly, the stinging pain burning hotter with each second. He gave a soft smile and turned his attention back to his work-but he sat back to admire what he has done so far before continuing again.

“And here I thought you couldn’t be more perfect.” He said, placing another kiss directly on the cut. The sting sending pain and pleasure through me together.

It had been about a week since the incident and I was sitting on Johnny’s bed, coloring in the coloring book he had found in one of the recent victims cars. I looked up when the door opened suddenly and in walked Johnny. He was sweaty from working in the Texas heat and properly tending to the yard. He told me I was too delicate for hard work like that so he let me stay in the house, but sometimes he would make me sit outside with him just wanting my company. I don’t argue, I actually like it when he asks me. He took off his shirt and tossed it onto the bed next to the pillow before sitting behind me and putting his legs on either side of me.

He scooted back so he was lying against the wall and leaned forward to put his rough hands on my waist and pulled me back against him-my back flush against his chest. He began laying light kisses on my neck and rubbing circles into my sides.

“How’re you feelin darlin’? Does it hurt anymore?” He asked, moving his fingers down to the hem of my shirt lifting it to reveal his name on my hip.

“No. It’s healing nicely.” I said, leaning back into him putting my hand over his making our fingers interlock.

“Good girl. I love you so much.” He said, using his other hand to turn my head towards him as our lips touched.

[duchess7878]

If you do smut I would go absolutely feral for a continuation of your recent x reader story after Johnny chains the reader up 🌚

Part 2/2

I hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: SMUT, choking, degradation, blood, injury

I could only stare as Johnny began to take off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. Johnny was extremely unpredictable and now he’s angry to go with it. The fear was building and prominent on my features and he’s absolutely relishing it, but despite the fear, I can’t seem to get enough.

“I know you can’t resist me darlin’, no matter how much you fight me.” He grinned, crawling on top of me and immediately diving for my neck, biting hard enough to break the skin and he immediately began sucking on the wound and drinking my blood. He was right. I couldn’t help but moan as he ravished my neck and I arched my back, my front pressing up into him. His arm immediately wrapped around my waist and pressed me harder to him as he began grinding into my hip, his hard erection rubbing against me. I began to feel a slickness between my legs and felt it dripping down and onto the bed.

“Now why did you go and try to leave me when you clearly need me sweetheart?” He asked, bringing his hand up to my throat and squeezing, cutting of the air supply. My eyes closed from the sudden pressure and I felt him begin to viciously tap my cheek.

“Eyes on me now.” He growled.

“Johnny…please..” I choked out. I moved my arms to try and lessen his grip on my throat but was quickly reminded of the heavy chains on them. My legs began to kick due to the lack of oxygen I was getting.

“Will you behave for daddy?” He asked mockingly, squeezing even harder. I nodded quickly, scared of my throat being crushed. He removed his hand and I immediately started coughing and gasping for air but Johnny didn’t like me coughing on him so he raised him hand and slapped me across the face.

“One more of those and you’ll regret it. Now, why don’t you answer me doll? Why did you leave when you so clearly need me?” He threatened, shoving his hands down my pants and cupping my pussy and shoving his middle and ring finger into me. The wetness helping him glide right in.

“I’m scared of you.” I whimpered wiggling my hips and loving the feeling of his fingers in me.

“It doesn’t seem to show sweetheart, with you writhing like a little whore under me.” He chuckled beginning to pump his fingers in and out-the wet and lewd sounds making me want him more. I moaned as his fingers went at a steady pace and slightly curling every time they were fully inside. Knowing he wanted an explanation, I tried to piece together a sentence.

“This isn’t…right,” I groaned as he picked up the pace, his brows furrowing in anger and confusion at me. “I shouldn’t…give into you…you’re a killer.” I gasped out as he pulled his fingers from me and up to his lips. He began to suck on his fingers, licking them clean before grabbing my jaw and making me look at him.

“I know you don’t really care about that doll. You don’t have to say it because your body is telling me all I need to know. You don’t care that I’m a killer, you just want me to fuck your brains out.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss me harshly and press his tongue past my lips. Our tongues danced for a moment before he ripped himself away, a string of saliva connecting us until he pulled enough away.

“So why don’t we get to it darlin’?” He said, grabbing the hem of my pants and pulling them down my legs aggressively. He grabbed my underwear with both hands and ripped them in two, pulling them out from under me. Since my hands were chained above my head, my shirt wasn’t coming off by regular means so he ripped that off too but instead of throwing my ripped clothes somewhere, he kept them to the side.

“Let’s hold onto these hm?” He inquired a sly smirk growing on his face as he chuckled.

I blushed as I was now completely bare under him and unable to cover myself due to the chains. He chuckled again at my shyness as he always thought it was cute for me to be shy around him still-he’s fucked me like an animal more times than he can count, yet I still grow bashful every moment. He picked my legs up slightly to slide his shoulders underneath them, bringing his mouth close to my center. He licked up a long, slow stripe up my entire pussy, flattening his tongue to cover every centimeter. He kept licking over and over like that as though he were a dog lapping up water. With each lick I thrashed and pulled against the chains, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“You’re so wet for me baby. Don’t you dare ever leave me again.” He growled, biting lightly on my clit and making me jump. I bumped his head when I jumped and he immediately slapped the side of my thigh telling me to stop without a word. He began to suck lightly on my clit and kissing it lightly. The string of moans and whimpers from my throat were nonstop to the point I had to make sure I was breathing properly.

“Damn darlin’ you’re so fucking gorgeous. I don’t think I can’t wait a second longer to be inside you.” He said sitting up and gripping himself in his fist before slowly pushing himself inside, groaning heavily as first contact was made. My legs still being on his shoulders created the perfect angle and he hit the sweet spot the moment he bottomed out.

“Fuck yes Johnny, right there.” I moaned out loud and he immediately started thrusting at a fast and rough pace, a grunt leaving his lips with every one of them. His cock felt so good, the slight curve rubbing the walls just right and making the coil tighten even faster in my belly. The thrusting was relentless and harsh, like he couldn’t get enough. He moved my legs off his shoulder and wrapped them around his waist so he could bend down and be eye to eye with me.

“Tell me you’ll never leave again or you don’t get to come baby girl.” He said and immediately stopped his motions. I whined out loud and involuntarily moved my hips to create friction again. He slowly pulled out so I wouldn’t be able to do that anymore and he moved his head down to my right breast, dragging his tongue over it before sucking and nibbling lightly on the nipple.

“Come on baby. I know you want it.” He teased, moving to the other nipple as he lightly grinds his hips into me.

“I’ll never leave Johnny. Please, please let me cum. I need it so bad, I need you.” I begged, the sexual frustration causing tears to roll down my cheeks.

“That’s it, cry for me.” He growled as he shoved himself back in me thrusting without mercy. I moaned out loud as the coil broke and I came all over his cock and I could feel the wetness dripping off of me.

“Yeah! Cum on my cock baby! Oh fuck you feel so good.” He grunted as the last few thrusts made him unload deep in me and he slowly pulled himself out.

I panted heavily, my chest falling and rising with each breath. Basking in the afterglow, he laid down next to me and pulled me into his arms, my head laying on his chest. I drew circles on his chest-played with the small patch of hair he has and rubbed up and down his arms. I just can’t get enough of this man. I signed in content as began to close my eyes as I relaxed into him.

“Oh we ain’t done yet sweet pea. Daddy just needs a moment between rounds.” He said, getting up and using the ripped up clothes from earlier to wipe his forehead of sweat.

“Now, why don’t we continue this punishment?” He asked, tying the shredded shirt around my eyes and behind my head.

“I’m going to tear you up.” He growled as I felt him climb onto me again.

Here’s part one if you’re interested :D

[duchess7878]

Part 1/2

I saw this request from tumblr user lelandswife and wanted to deliver for you! I hope it’s to your liking :) If it’s too short let me know and I’ll try and write you a longer version :)

Warnings: murder, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome

The family could only watch as Johnny tore apart the house-shouting and screaming about you. When Johnny had gone to go fetch you for supper, you were nowhere to be found. Not in the house, the barn, the shed, the car graveyard. Anywhere. Johnny at first tried to think rationally, but it didn’t last long. Within 10 minutes of searching, it didn’t take much to piece together what has happened. You left. No-you left him. The rage Johnny felt was like no other. People had gotten away before and it only ever excites him, especially for the chase, but this time was different. He was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling with every breath.

“Nobody escapes me.” He growled and immediately headed out the door in search of you. To Johnny, you were weak and he figured that you wouldn’t make it far before you’d had enough.

Johnny checked around the property for any sign of your footprints. Out by the front driveway, Johnny spotted a small indent in the dirt; one he knew wasn’t there before. He bent down to the print, swiping two fingers across the tracks before smelling it and standing back up.

“I know you’re close my little bunny.” He grinned, bloodlust and lust filling his body simultaneously.

“Why don’t you just come on out and we’ll forget this ever happened?” He lied, but hoping it would work anyway.

He wasn’t going to let you forget. When he got a hold of you, he would make sure that you knew who you belong to and you don’t get to leave. He would tie you down and fuck you for hours until you were begging for him to stop and then he’d fuck you some more. Once he was done, he planned on where he’d be carving his name onto you. Your chest? Your stomach? Leg? Arm? Neck maybe if he was careful? Either way, you’d never forget. Ever. He would make sure of that.

You were crouched down in the shed about 30 feet from where Johnny was standing. You didn’t even make it off of the property before Johnny realized you were gone. You should’ve known better, but you had fallen for him like a complete idiot. He kidnapped you and originally meant to kill you.

This wasn’t a normal relationship by any means. Johnny is dangerous and deadly, but for some reason-you didn’t care. You fell for Johnny not long into your disappearance and for the longest, you didn’t even think about leaving. You were so badly wrapped up in the fantasy world in your head, you didn’t realize you had been gone for almost a year. But it was hard to ignore that part of Johnny when he had come home the night before carrying a corpse, drenched in blood, and wearing the most sadistic smile you had ever seen. The corpse he was holding was another girl your age and it immediately hit you like a train. That was going to be you at first, but something about you was different. However, it didn’t change the fact of what Johnny was-a killer and that’s it. The year that you had spent with him shouldn’t have happened.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you hadn’t even noticed the jean-clad legs that had planted themselves in front of you.

“Aw, you leaving’ so soon?” He asked, leaning down and grabbing your hair, yanking you to your feet.

“Johnny wait, please.” You begged, tears streaming down my face in fear of what he had planned.

“Oh no sweet pea, we’re going back home right now.” He ordered and continued to pull you by your hair back to the house. Once there, he dragged you inside and up to his room. He wasted no time and shoved you towards the bed and you stumbled back falling onto it. He stalked towards you and crawled on top of you looking down and studying your face.

“You’re gonna be taught a lesson, one that you’ll never forget.” He leaned down and kissed me harshly biting my lip and panting heavily. You felt his hands viciously roaming your torso, touching and squeezing anything he could reach. You heard his bedside drawer open before you felt something heavy and cold being put around your wrists. He brought your hands above your head and chained you to the bed post.

“Get comfortable darlin’. It’s going to be a long night.” He warned, sitting up to begin disrobing.

Here’s part two if you’re interested :)