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YAYYYY MOOTS

YAYYYYY<333

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ੈ✩‧₊˚Can’t Help Myself

warnings: smut duh

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Johnny was carving little shapes into a chunk of firewood he’d found earlier, tongue peeking out in concentration, brows furrowed together. You kept glancing between the page and him, pulse quickening with each look.

Your thighs pressed together on instinct. You felt your heartbeat thudding somewhere deep and low. Places it really shouldn’t have been thudding while reading Of Mice and Men. He was your boyfriend, and yet you still felt embarrassed by how badly you wanted him. But you were ovulating, and everything about him tonight was making you ache.

You told yourself to look away, to focus on the words on the page. But when he shifted, stretching out with a soft little sigh, that was it. You leaned over and kissed him. Quick, desperate, and overwhelming.

Johnny froze under you, lips parted in surprise. But when you whimpered softly, needing more, he relaxed. His hands rose hesitantly to your waist, like he wasn’t sure he had permission. When you deepened the kiss, he gave in completely. Melting into it with that gentle, nervous sweetness that was so him.

You pulled back a bit to look at him. His cheeks were flushed, lips slightly swollen, eyes glassy and wide.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” you whispered.

“You didn’t,” he said quickly, voice soft. “Just… wasn’t expecting it.”

He leaned back in, kissing you again. Slower this time, like he wanted to get it right. His hands rested lightly at your hips, barely there. The humidity wrapped around you both, thick and clinging, and suddenly the idea of staying outside felt unbearable.

“You wanna come inside?” you asked, keeping your tone casual, even though your heart was racing.

Johnny looked toward the house, then back at you. “If it’s alright with you.”

You nodded and stood, taking his hand without another word. Your fingers stayed intertwined all the way to your room. Once the door clicked shut behind you, the tension snapped like a rubber band.

You barely made it to the bed before you were kissing again, deeper now, with more need. His hands slipped under your shirt, pausing to meet your eyes.

“Is this okay?” he murmured.

You nodded.

He lifted your shirt gently, like it might tear if he rushed. You tugged his off next, fingertips brushing along his ribs, and then your hand moved to the waistband of his jeans. When your eyes met his, you didn’t need words. He just nodded, cheeks bright red, breathing uneven.

You undid his jeans while he reached around to unclasp your bra, letting it fall. His hand cupped one breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as his lips found the other, kissing and sucking in a way that had your head spinning. You gasped, fingers threading through his hair, and he groaned against your skin.

Then his hand slipped into your shorts, rubbing slow circles over your clothed clit. You couldn’t hold in the moan that escaped.

“You’re already soaked, baby,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. He slid your panties down and tossed them aside, then stepped out of his boxers.

You couldn’t help but stare for a second—his length hard and flushed, resting against his stomach. Your breath caught.

Johnny kissed your neck softly, biting down just enough to make you shiver. You felt the head of his cock press against your entrance, sliding up and down your slit before slowly pushing in.

The stretch made you gasp, but the pleasure followed quickly. He moved slowly, before picking up the pace. Holding your hips like you might disappear, whispering soft things into your ear.

“You’re doin’ so good, sweetheart,” he murmured, eyes scrunched in concentration as he began to thrust deeper. “You feel so good.”

Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, your nails digging lightly into his back to leave small crescent shape indents as the pressure built.

“I’m close,” you whimpered, barely able to form words.

“Me too, baby. You can let go. I’m right here.”

Your climax hit hard, body trembling, breath caught, everything tightening before unraveling completely. Johnny followed seconds later with a low moan, spilling into you with a few final, shaky thrusts before collapsing against your chest, breathless.

“I love you,”

“Love ya more,” he responds, kissing your cheek before falling dead asleep.

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i wanna kiss johnny's cheeks they look so soft and squishy

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soda smut please!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚Just this once

warnings: smut

a/n: i personally don’t think soda is cute so i have a hard time writing an him lol! first smut fanfic tips are appreciated. thank you anon for the request.

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The greasers won, but at what cost? You were now patching up Soda in your room. He had a busted lip, cuts on his hands and face, and just looked horrible.

“Y’know I hate when you fight in the rumbles,” you mumbled under your breath.

“I’d do it every day just to see you take care of me like this,” he grinned sheepishly and pulled you into his lap.

You roll your eyes and he starts to rub your hips as you clean the blood on his lip.

“You look so pretty, baby. I just wanna-,” he kisses you, soft and tender. The metallic taste of blood on your tongue.

Once you get the chance to register it, you pull away.

“Soda, not tonight. You’re hurt.”

“C’mon, doll, I’ve been hard since before the rumble from just thinking ‘bout you.”

He starts to pepper tiny kisses on your jaw and neck. Your breath shudders and your hands find their way to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Just this once, baby. A busted lip and some scratches don’t mean nothin’.”

“Fine. Just this once, okay?”

No response, he just gives you a shit-eating grin and starts to pull off your shirt. Soon, both of your clothes were in a pile on the floor.

After admiring your tits for a few seconds, he takes one into his mouth, eliciting a gasp out of you. He circles your nipple with his tongue while kneading the other in his hand before switching and giving the same attention to the other; mumbling nonsense you couldn’t quite make out while humping your leg like a dog.

You could only let out quiet whimpers in your flustered state and tug at his hair.

He pulls away.

“I’m gonna take real good care of you, sweetheart. You okay?”

You nod.

He kisses his way down to your core before licking slowly, teasingly up your slit. He starts to eat you out like he hasn’t eaten in days. Sucking on your clit as he slides a finger inside of you, making you moan and clamp your legs around his head. The feeling of him finger fucking you and ravaging your clit had you teetering on the edge of release; your hands gripping his hair.

“Soda..so close,” you whimper.

Suddenly, he stands up and climbs on top of you. The loss of his mouth making you whimper.

His aching cock was hard and leaking pre-cum; the thought that it was going to be inside you made you dig your fingernails into his back.

After rubbing the head up and down your slit to coat his cock with your juices, he slowly pushes in, inch-by-inch; making you wince and making him groan into the crook of your neck in pleasure.

“You’re so warm, baby. Feels so good,” he whispers.

“I need a second,” you whimper. To which he nods and starts to leave hickeys on your neck.

The stinging in your lower stomach begins to subside. He was big, and you could now feel every inch of him filling you up.

“You can move now Soda.”

“I’ll be real gentle. Relax,” he grins before slowly pulling out and pushing back in.

He presses a kiss to your lips, moaning into your mouth. Unable to say anything, all you could do was whimper and melt into the bed as he hit the spot inside you.

Soon enough, his pace quickened and the sounds of his hips slapping yours filled the room, along with grunts and moans.

You could start to feel the unmistakable feeling in your lower stomach build up.

“Soda…I’m close,” your voice shakes.

“Me too baby. Finish with me yeah?”

You nod and a few moments later, your orgasm rushes over you like a tidal wave. You cried out as liquid shot out of you, soaking the sheets. Following your orgasm, he pulls out and shoots hot ropes of his cum onto your tits and face, brows furrowed together, sweat glistening in his forehead.

He collapses onto you. You both lay there, coming down from the high. Sticky cum all over you. Sweat on your forehead.

“You did so good, doll. Let’s go get cleaned up, yeah?” He picks you up.

“Soda! Your cuts are gonna open again!”

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can people send fic requests pls😭

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i really want him back but I'm flat outta luck ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

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i love ur first fanfic xx u should write more dear author <33

thank you so much!!! i definitely will <3

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hiii this is my first ever fanfic lol! Advice will be greatly appreciated! lol i figured i should try writing since i ended my language arts class with a 96% which was my lowest grade and I need to improve on this kinda stuff.

Shy. Timid. Scared. Quiet. Those were the words that people often used to describe Johnny Cade, your best friend. Though they’re not wrong, he’s also got a side that isn’t quiet or scared.

When you were alone with him he would ramble about his dreams to leave Oklahoma in the future and run away from the harsh society of Tulsa, or whatever stupid act Two-Bit had pulled at the Nightly Double, or what Dally had done that day at the Dingo or at Buck’s.

Sure, he’s quiet and shy, but it makes him all the more thoughtful and caring. He notices stuff that other people in the gang don’t pay attention to and it only makes your feelings for him grow stronger. Afraid of ruining what you guys already have, and your lack of courage, you’ve never told him.

You awoke from the sound of quiet knocking on your window, after moving the curtain aside you see that it’s your best friend, Johnny.

“You alright?” You ask softly.

“Yeah, my old man just had too much to drink,” he brushed off the question but you could see the tears in his eyes, threatening to fall.

You lay down on your bed and you pat the spot beside you, signaling for him to do the same.

“You ain’t foolin’ nobody, Johnnycakes.”

And in the blink of any eye, you were hugging him as he let the tears flow freely.

“I-I just feel like..like ain’t nobody like me,” his voice cracks.

You pull away just enough to look him in the eyes, his beautiful black eyes, and before you could stop yourself your lips were already brushing against his in a chaste kiss.

“It don’t matter if you’re parents ain’t like you. I like you. I love you Johnny.”

When you finally come to your senses, you start to panic. No way had you just done that, right? God, this was going to ruin everything.

“I’m so sorry, I-,” you started to say, but you were stopped by a tender kiss pressed against your lips. You pull away moments later for air, cheeks flushed, lips wet. You bury your head into his chest to hide your crimson face.

“I love you too,” he mutters softly.

Silence falls over the room, you two both much too embarrassed to say anything. And although it takes far much longer than usual to fall asleep, due to your pounding heart, and anxiety from the situation, you eventually drift into a peaceful sleep.

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