#jd x reader Thelma and louise

[darling-i-read-it]

A-Z NSFW With JD

JD x reader

Warnings: smut

Requested: by anon, hi!! hope you’re healthy and well :) i wanted to request an nsfw alphabet w jd from thelma n louise 👉👈 i know these are pretty time consuming so sorry abt that :( thank you for writing so frequently!! all your stuff is amazing !! :)

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Author’s Note:we have to stan my cowboy brad we gotta 

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

JD likes to cuddle after sex. Lots of pillow talk. Anything and everything is an open discussion with him after sex. 

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your eyes and your hair although I’m not sure if hair is a body part. 

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)  

JD is typically pretty respectful about cum, he won’t cum in you if you don’t want him to and the such

D: Dirty Secret

He loves it when you dance for him, especially if the music is good. He thinsk you look stupid hot while dancing for him

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

He’s still pretty young but he has a lot of experience. He picks up girls whenever he can and sometimes he uses his looks to steal from them as well

F: Favorite Position

Missionary, typically. Depends on the day.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He can be totally silly. He loves to make you laugh and you love to watch him laugh so that is typically what you like to do, although you’re very close when you do it and it can be a serious situation. 

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Pretty good actually

I: Intimate (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is really rather romantic. JD likes to hold you close to him and have your foreheads touching and stuff like that. Really sappy but real cute too

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s coming and going a lot so never put it past him if he wants it and you aren’t around. 

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)  

Praise kink! Praise kink! 

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Your place, your bed, your room. He likes your stability. 

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You dancing and also you giving him subtle hints that you’re turned on or trying to turn him on 

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing that would ever hurt you. He gives hella hickies but if it hurts you he won’t do it

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)  

He is very keen on giving. It really gets him going as well, watching you squirm underneath him and such. He loves that. 

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s actually pretty slow and sensual. He likes to watch your face as he does it, see what you are and aren’t enjoying. 

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  

JD is probably prone to full on sex that provides him the ability to really please you but he won’t say no to a good quickie

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

He’s iffy about it, he’s open to hearing ideas anyway

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc.)

All. Damn. Night.

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Nah, he likes to be old fashioned about it. 

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He does his fair share of teasing although he isn’t able to really give in to himself about that ever so he usually just gives you what you want before long. 

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Watch out to the neighbors when JD comes back home is all I gotta say about that

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He loves whispering to you as you go at it, encouraging you and also telling you how good you’re doing. 

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants) 

No detail needed because we all know you can just *see* that boy packin

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty damn high but also he can forget about it if he needs to get away from crime

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After a nice long pillow talk chat, he can fall asleep rather quickly

tags; @tealaquinn

[darling-i-read-it]

Bonnie and Clyde

JD x reader

Word Count: 1.2k 

Warnings: guns, grabby men, talks of death robbery and hitchhiking

Author’s Note: We STAN JD. I hope you like this one love, I quite like how it turned out especially with how my writings been lately. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Requested: by anon, Hi love!!! Hope all is well. Just wondering if I could request a Bonnie and Clyde type of thing with jd from thelma & louise? Sorry it’s pretty vague but I think it could be cute !

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluff

Song: december 1963 (oh what a night) by frankie valli and the four seasons

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif) (sir, i love you doe, i love you)

    When you met JD you were hitchhiking to nowhere. Sometimes you would just take the ride and get dropped off wherever they could take you. On occasion you had to rob those dirty men who thought they would get more out of you than you were willing to give.

    You ran into JD in one of those scenarios. You were on the side of the road, finger out, blowing a gum bubble that you had gotten from one of the stations close by. A van pulled over (bad sign but oh well) and you got into the back seat. In the front seat was what you would later learn to be JD and beside him in the driver's seat was a stingy old man. He looked like he hadn’t taken a shower in ten years. 

    He stunk too.

    “Heya missy,” he said, his voice gravelly. You had met a lot of strangers and you were able to tell pretty quickly when someone was off. While you were getting okay vibes from the guy in the passenger seat, the guy beside him was bad. You weren’t sure why yet but you forced a smile onto your face.

    “Thanks for the ride. Just take me as far as you can go,” you called. 

“You know, JD here is a hitcher too,” he said, pointing to the passenger seat guy. You raised an eyebrow and felt immediately better knowing that information. He did not know this guy and from the look he shot you you were pretty sure he would back you up if you wanted to leave.

“Where are you getting off?” He looked at you through the rear view mirror, chewing on a toothpick. 

“Wherever you are.” 

“Ah a wanderer. I dig that.”

The driver did not seem to enjoy the looks you were giving each other so he started talking about himself and his adventures although you weren’t really paying any attention. You were watching JD listen to him through the mirror. 

Eventually you got to a point where your driver needed to let you out and you started to gather your small bag. JD got out of the car, waiting for you.

“Hey missy,” the driver muttered, smiling evilly. You knew that look. You hated that look. “If you wanna stick around, I’ll get bucko here to get lost.” His voice was drawled and his eyes were lingering on places that were not your eyes. You scoffed.

“Thanks for the ride man.” 

You started to get out when he grabbed your arm and yanked you back. JD saw this from outside and dropped his bag, climbing back into the car in the back seat with you, wrestling the guy off of you. You looked at the driver with furious eyes and slapped him, not caring about the repercussions. He started going at you again but JD grabbed his face before he could get the chance, banging it against the car window. 

You got out of the car while he did that and eventually he joined you on the side of the road, beside a gas station.

“Get lost!” JD yelled. The guy managed to get his bearing and zoomed quickly away. You flipped him off as he went. You let out a heavy breath and both of you were silent for a moment.

    “Not really worth the ride is it,” he muttered beside you. You shrugged and reached into your pocket.

    “You want some extra cash for helping me out there?” He raised his eyebrows, looking at the wallet in your hand.

    “That his?”

    “Grabbed it while you were manhandling his face.”  He laughed and took it from you, opening it to admire the quite large wad of cash in it.

    “You’re pretty sneaky about that.”

    “We shoulda damn killed him. Scum of the Earth. He deserves his wallet taken.” 

    It was in that moment, in an unlikely turn of events and timing that you and JD gave each other big heart eyes. You felt your chest warm and you knew that your days of wandering alone were long over.

    You and JD started to hitchhike together after that. You didn’t have a place to land and neither did he. You stayed in dingy hotels and slept together and laughed and told stories. You were really in love. You had never thought that kind of love was possible. You were both so happy.

    The real glue in your relationship though was the robbing. All the way up and down the highways you would take men and women who you thought deserves it and decide what you wanted to do with them. Death was possible but robbing was more likely. But you wouldn’t shy away from your gun and neither did he, especially if it meant protecting the other from an unneeded fight. 

    You sat on the side of the road, ready for another victim. JD’s hand rested on your knee as he waited for a car to pass. You leaned into his side, his hat rested on your head.

    “Fuck girl, you think you got enough cash there?” he asked, laughing as you counted the money on your lap. You shrugged.

    “We could use some more. Steak dinner. I’m calling it for this one.” 

    “We could just rob one of those gas stations again.” You had gotten into the habit of doing that as well although it was more high profile. You only did it when you were feeling bold (or had just come off of a good night together). 

    “Eh we’ll wait a bit. I saw a sketch with your face a few towns back. I ain’t about to attract attention yet.” He nodded and handed you the gun from his pocket.   

    “You be careful this time then.”

    “JD, I’m used to the shit now.”

    “Who knows. We might get a guy carrying.”

    “That’s why we scope out before we strike. We’re smart. Quit worrying.” He chuckled and squeezed your knee tighter.

    As a car came into view he raised his hand, a thumb out. You smiled.

tags; @mychemicalimagines​ @tealaquinn 

[darling-i-read-it]

Rain

JD x reader

Word Count: 1.5k 

Warnings: insinuations to smut, one night stand, pregnancy 

Author’s Note: I love love love Brad in this movie and this song is so good!! I loved writing this and I hope you like it. I hope to write more for him in the furture for sure. He could rob me anytime. 

Requested: by @fancycandy​, Good evening! I apologize for bothering you yet again. I'm wondering if you'd be interested in taking a request for JD from Thelma & Louise? You know I thrive on Brad. I was thinking something that vaguely follows the song All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You by Heart? JD is hitchhiking in the rain in the middle of the night as reader is driving back home. She gives him a ride to a hotel. Seeing how handsome he is, she stays the night with him and leaves the next morning before he wakes. (1/2) About five years later, he comes back through town to find her. As he walks into town, a young boy walks up looking like him, with her chasing after him? It can end however you like? It doesn't have to follow the whole plot of the song. I feel bad requesting so much Brad, especially after all the amazing Christian/Ewan content recently. I just really stan one (1) man in this house. And I absolutely love Heart and I can only think of young Brad when I hear their songs. Tysm & ily! 😭 (2/2)

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluff

Song:All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You by Heart

(not my gif) (AN ICON MY ICON) (yesidothecookingyesidothecleaning)

    The rain was real bad that night. You remembered the rain. If it hadn’t been raining, who knows what would have really happened. No one really knew. It could have been anything. 

    You remember that there was barely anyone on the streets. You were taking a drive when the downpour really started and so you were just trying to get home, back to the warm place that seemed so far away and in truth you had driven quite far away. 

    You saw JD walking down the street. His cowboy hat hanging off his head, rain pouring down off it and how soaked his shirt was you almost thought that he wasn’t wearing one. He was holding a bag, walking slowly somewhere. At the sight of your headlights he turned around and tried to wave you down. Upon seeing his handsome face, you pulled over, figuring you would hate yourself if you left him out in the weather like that.

    “Hey hon, get in.”

    “Thank you so much ma’am.” He walked across the front of the car and opened the door, slumping into the passenger seat. You turned to him.

    “Where you going babe?”    

    “Is there a hotel near here?” 

    “Yeah just down the street.” 

    You started the car and he began to thank you again. You noticed he was really handsome and kind about you giving him a ride too. You didn’t often pick up guys on the side of the street but tonight you thought that it couldn’t hurt any, hoping of course he wasn’t a serial killer.

    “What are you doing out in the rain at this time of night?” you asked, sparking conversation. He shrugged, ringing out his hat of water. The rain was still pounding heavily on the roof of the car but you could hear him fine.   

    “Trying to make it somewhere I can sleep and be relatively warm. I haven’t seen any cars beside you, thank God you were around this late,” he told you, a light drawl on his words. You nodded.

    “I was just driving home. I don’t usually pick people up but in this weather…” you trailed off and he hummed in agreement.

    “Thank you again, it’s freezing out there.” 

    You drove in a relative silence back to the hotel. It was a comfortable silence and you picked conversation back up a little ways there. He told you about how he wasn’t going anywhere really but he was happy to see that you knew a place for him to stay. It was a pretty nice hotel and when you arrived you followed him into the office so that you made sure he had enough money to get a room and he offered you to walk him out to his room, simply for your safety of course. 

    You followed him closely, feeling the heat in your chest as you leaned against the door frame of his room. The door to his room was outside, motel fashion, so you could feel the rain against your back even though there was an awning.

    “You know, I don’t think I can let you drive home in this storm,” he said, putting his arm on the door frame above where you were leaning against. 

    “What, you mean stay with you?” He shrugged.

    “You said it, not me.” Your faces were close, so close you could feel his breath. You leaned forward and kissed him which he reciprocated right away. 

    You stumbled back into the hotel room and shut the door firmly behind you. 

    That was five years ago.

    To date that was still the best night you had ever had. You left before he woke up, leaving him a note with something poetic and thanking him. Plenty of X’s and O’s. Your name. 

    JD didn’t leave your mind and then of course, when you found out you were pregnant he stuck even more. You had no way of contacting him. You didn’t even know his last name. He had only told you his first that night.

    Today you were driving in the same place, passing by the hotel you had spent a night at all those years ago. There were still so many emotions that went with it, even if you were pretty sure that you would never see him again.

    Your son was in the back seat of the car, ready to be dropped off at your parents (who now lived in the house that you used to own) so that you could go to work. You noticed your gas getting low and groaned, pulling into the hotel parking lot as you started to sputter out.

    “Mom?” 

    “It’s okay sweets I’m just gonna call grandma to get us some gas okay?” You turned to him and made sure he was alright before getting out of the car, leaning against the outside. You started to dial a number when it began raining, making you cuss before your mom picked up the ringing phone.    

    It started picking up when you saw a guy walking into one of the rooms. You squinted, noticing a white cowboy hat.

    “No fucking way,” you whispered, turning off the phone and walking forward. “JD?!” He turned around and it was definitely him. He looked like he hadn’t changed in those five years. You brushed a piece of hair out of your face and his face lit up when he saw you.

    “Y/N?” He rushed over, smiling and throwing his arm around you. 

    “You remember me!” you said, laughing. He nodded, pulling away and looking at you. 

    “Of course I remember you. Best night. I still have your note somewhere in the bag.” He showed you his backpack and you laughed. He looked over at your car and started to walk over to where he was. 

    The back door opened and a little boy stumbled out, annoyed.

    “Mom, grandma keeps calling the car.” JD looked down at the boy and saw his own gorgeous eyes looking back at him. You slowed to a stop and picked up your son. 

    “Who’s this?” JD asked, giving you a look.

    “This..”

    “I’m JD!” he called happily. You purse your lips and give both of them a look. Old JD had a moment of realization and you looked at each other.

    “I didn’t know how to get a hold of you,” you told him. 

    “Can I hold him?” he asked, weepy eyed. You looked at your son and nodded.

    “Here, go see mamas friend.” He nodded and you handed him over happily. They looked at each other for a minute.

    “You have the same eyes as me,” your son muttered. He laughed, running a hand through his hair

    “Yeah. Yeah I do.” 

    “Hey, I’m gonna be late to work anyway. You wanna go to breakfast in the hotel. I’ve never had it.” 

    “It’s been a while since I had it too. Five years.”