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This song screams Johnny.

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Well... I could probably start a new fic, my brain is just tired of my other FF (ADHD is fun innit).

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 500 likes!

Thanks for all the love!

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Johnny's Girl might be done. I simply for the life of me can not force myself to write anything right now.

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murderer: any last words

me: do u think i’m cute be honest

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Date Idea: I'll take you to your favorite library, where I’ll massage your clit and finger-fuck your pretty little pussy. Seeing if you can finish without us getting kicked out.

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Alright, decision made. I'll be continuing Johnny's Girl soon. With the holidays, birthdays and an unexpected visit from covid, I needed a break. I'll be back on it soon to satiate your Johnny thirst.

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That's me! Neurodivergent, mentally ill and horny. 😂

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I love taking full advantage of her voice kink. Getting her extremely needy from just my words alone, telling her exactly what I’d do to her if she was right here in front of me. Watching her squeeze her thighs together on camera, already dripping wet and squirming. Telling her to open up her pretty legs and to show me what’s mine. She smiles and does what she’s told, desperately wanting me to praise her. “That’s my good girl. Now go on, touch yourself while Daddy watches.”

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when they put their hand between you legs and ask, “who does this belong too?” 😳😳😳

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NSFW ~ Intox!

boyfriend who drugs me and then passes me around his friend group? I’m blitzed out and ditzy and people are groping me all up and down. Every sensation goes straight to my pussy despite my incoherent pleading.

They use me as a flashlight in different poses. if i’m not sucking good enough, they slap me. They call me nasty names. Cum dump. Whore. They laugh about how they’ve wanted to do this.

By the end of the night, i’m collapsed like a discarded toy, sweaty and slick with fluids. My boyfriend picks me up and rinses me off as i come off the drug.

“Good girl, you did such a good job tonight.” he kisses me on the forehead.

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I love casual dominance so much, it doesn’t even need to be sexual. Them pushing you against the wall when they pass by you, just to kiss your cheek. Bending you over the counter in the morning as they say good morning. Pressing you to your knees while you’re getting ready to tell you how pretty you look. Letting you go after, just to leaving you dazed and confused and needy.

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Did someone ask for a new Johnny edit? Well you’re getting one regardless. I am forcing this upon you all and you will enjoy it or I’ll come to your house and steal your face.

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If you just saw Johnny's Girl part 21 NO YOU DIDN'T

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Please kindly destroy me.

IM SORRY????

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Johnny's Girl - Part 20

Trigger warnings are AT THE END to avoid any kind of spoilers.

Johnny sat down on the edge of your bed, taking a large swig from his whiskey bottle. He knew he needed to stop coming here, but he always found his self control lacking when it came to you. He laid back on your soft blankets, breathing in your scent deeply when he heard a noise.

Johnny shot up, immediately alert. He gripped his knife and stood up silently, his sharp ears on high alert. He heard footsteps coming down the hallway and moved swiftly to the side of the bedroom door, pressing his back to the wall.

Johnny watched as the door opened and waited for whoever it was to come inside. Shock shot through him as you walked past, not realizing he was there. He watched silently as you looked around the room, his head spinning with the flurry of emotions surging through him.

He was angry. He wanted to wrap his hands around your neck and squeeze until his hands went numb. He wanted to throw you on the ground and scream until he lost his voice, demanding an answer for why you left. He clenched his fists painfully tight, his face growing hot with rage.

Then you turned around, locking eyes with him, and he realized how desperate he was to have you in his arms. You stared silently at each other for several long moments, both wearing unreadable masks as you attempted to guess what the other was thinking. You were the one to break the intense silence.

Your voice shook as you struggled to get the words out. "Johnny... I'm sorry."

"Why did you leave?" His voice was tight, deep with emotion that he could never hide from you.

You think for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"Come on, you don't know? It was a good enough reason for you to fuckin' leave, but you got nothin' to say?!" He took a step towards you, his grip on his knife tightening.

"I left because I still felt like your prisoner! You would have never let me walk out that door! I didn't leave, I escaped!" You shouted as your eyes filled with tears.

"Then why come back, huh? You think I'll let you leave now?"

"You would if you gave a fuck about me!"

"You think I don't give a fuck about you? It's been nothin' but pain since you left! I can't fuckin' eat, I can't fuckin' sleep, I can't fuckin' think! Now you come around sayin' I don't give a fuck?!"

"Why do you always have to twist my fucking words?! You know what, fine, fuck you! I guess we'll find out if you really have what it takes to stop me!" You shout, storming out of the bedroom.

"You forget who I am?! Who you're dealin' with?!" He followed behind you closely, still gripping his knife.

"Oh no, I haven't forgotten, you're name is still carved into my skin!" You walked out of the house and to your car, opening the door. Johnny slammed it shut, grabbing your shoulder and shoving you into the side of the car.

"So that's it? You came here just to leave again?" He was no longer yelling, but his voice was still laced with anger.

"Let me go." You say flatly.

Johnny's heart races as he watches you. You were finally here, in his grasp. How could he let you walk away again? He realized then that you were right, he couldn't make you stay with him. If he cared about you, if he loved you, he'd have to let you walk away.

You saw Johnny's expression shift as he released your shoulder, putting his knife back in his belt loop. He took a step back, his eyes never leaving yours.

You stare at him in disbelief. "You're gonna let me go?"

"If that's what you want." His voice was once again heavy with emotion, all traces of anger gone. In that moment, your anger dissipated as well. You didn't want to leave, you just wanted to know you could.

"No. I'm not going anywhere." You say softly, taking a step towards him.

"Why?" He asked simply.

"Because I'm yours."

Warmth explodes in Johnny's chest, spreading throughout his entire body as he closes the distance between you. His lips crash into yours, reclaiming what belongs to him as his hands run across every inch of your body. "Mine." He says breathlessly against your lips, picking you up effortlessly and heading towards the house.

You wrap your legs around him and continue the kiss as he blindly stumbles towards the bedroom, laughing against each other as he bumps into things on the way there. When he finally gets there he lays you down and undresses you, taking in every single detail as though it's his first time with you.

He undresses quickly, bringing his lips to yours once more before leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles down your body as he plays with your tits. "God I missed this." He murmurs against your skin, bringing his hand to your already aching pussy.

He slides his fingers between your wet folds, groaning slightly at the feel of you. "You really did miss me, huh?" He says, feeling how soaked your pussy already is for him. "Fuck, I can't wait."

You gasp as he runs his tongue along your wet slit before he positions himself on top of you. His lips find yours again as he positions his cock at your entrance, filling up your tight cunt in one full thrust. You moan into each other as he fucks you slowly, pulling out almost completely before slamming into you again.

"You feel so fuckin' good. Your pussy is so goddamn perfect."

Your moans grow louder as he loses control of himself, picking up a brutal pace as he loses himself to the pleasure. You dig your fingernails into his back deeply, leaving a trail of blood in their path. Johnny groans at the pain, the sensation encouraging him to fuck you even harder.

"Oh god, Johnny! Yes! Hurt me!" You shout, overwhelmed with the pleasure of your pussy being stretched as his big cock hits all the right places.

"My good little whore." He growls, sinking his teeth into your neck. You hiss as waves of pain and pleasure shoot through you, your body tensing as pressure begins to build. "That's it, cum for me, sweetheart."

As though responding to his command, you tighten around him as your body shudders underneath him. Your moans resemble screams as he continues to pound into your now sensitive core, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he chases his own release. You bury your face in his neck as you continue to scream, your second orgasm shooting through you.

Johnny's cock twitches inside of you as he feels you tense around him again. Hot strings of cum shoot deep inside as he empties himself, collapsing on top of you. After a few breathless moments Johnny pulls out and rolls onto his back, pulling you tightly to his chest.

You trace the scars on his chest lightly as he runs his fingers through your hair. The overwhelming pain that had threatening to consume you both had finally lifted, and things felt right for the first time since you'd left.

"Please don't leave again." He whispered, his grip on you tightening possessively.

"I won't, Johnny. I promise. I love you." You whisper back, pressing a kiss to his chest.

"I love you too." He sighed deeply, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation of your gentle touch.

Your eyes trail to the bedside table and you notice a piece of paper. You squint your eyes, attempting to make out what it is. Your heart squeezes when you realize it's the note you'd left Johnny, now worn and ripped from him constantly running it through his fingers or balling it up in frustration, unable to throw it away.

You press your lips to his chest once more before closing your eyes and falling into a deep sleep, finally at home in Johnny's arms.

tw: mentions of violence, smut & fluff