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So Damn Pretty

Chapter 10

Part 9 : Part 11

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: The story is coming closer to completion but that’s okey cause I’m gonna be in this fandom forever even if it has died a little lol. I’ve got plenty of Johnny fics planned :3. This chapter is for those who have been so patient! Love you all😘

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

I stare vacantly at the couple of eggs on my plate, not feeling hungry for them. I sink further into my seat and take a glance over at Johnny. Its just him and me sitting at the dining table; the rest of the family have already finished up their breakfast, but it seems he has an appetite this morning, digging in his second plate of crispy bacon. I look back at the two eggs; things in pairs have been bothering me lately. It seems my mind still can't get over those two girls. I thought I would be over it; at the time, it didn’t bother me, but the guilt comes in waves. Crashing heavily against my consciousness. I try to keep it down, not letting it depress me. I've gained trust from the family, and I don’t want to ruin it with my emotions. 

 

With their trust comes more leniency. So much so that Drayton brings me along to the gas station, helping him out with whatever he tasks me with. 

 

A surprising amount of locals come by. They didn’t question me; they just went about their own business. I didn't know how to go about it. I guess no one back home really cares that I'm missing. Even though I'm somewhat content with my current situation, I can't help but feel sad. No one bothered at all to look for me. I know I didn't have much family, but Nate and Jessica sure did; both came from big families. There should be people searching for them. 

 

I quickly moved on from those thoughts, especially now that it's too late to go back. It's easier to just focus on other things. Even if there isn't much to focus on,.

 

At least today I can spend the rest of my time with Johnny out in the field. I love keeping him company while he works on the cars, and sometimes I help out by passing him tools or handing him a rag.

I glance over at him again while I smoosh around my runny eggs with my fork. He shoots me a small grin. I was going to smile softly back at him until a sudden shot of nausea hit me. Instead, I must have given him an ugly face because he looked at me with a raised brow. 

 

Salvia starts poring up into my mouth, and with panic, I sit up, making the chair scratch on the floor, and bolt past Johnny to the front door, slamming it open. No longer able to hold it down, I grip the veranda's handrails tightly, lean over, and vomit my breakfast onto the poor bushes below.

 

"Ya' alright, darlin'?" Johnny asks as he walks up behind me, confused. He sees what is happening and places a large hand on my back and rubs it in soft circles while I spew out misery. Thinking I was finished, I turned around to face him, smiling wearily, but a second punch of nausea came flying in, and I turned back to vomit in the bushes again.

 

“I’ll go get Sissy.” He says this, grimacing at the sight of me puking, unsure of what to do.

 

He leaves, and in a quick minute, a concerned Sissy comes with a damp hand towel, and she guides me to take a seat on the white bench, dabbing my forehead while I try not to throw up straight bile.

 

"Oh, pumpkin, this is not good," Sissy worries, still wiping my face. Johnny comes back outside, also looking concerned. 

 

“Take her to the living room, Johnny; she needs to lay down.” Sissy tells him, feeling my forehead and checking for my temperature. I’m not sure if I’m sick; I don’t feel hot. 

 

Johnny, grumbling at being told what to do, still picks me up bridal style, carrying me effortlessly to the living room, and lays me down gently on the cowhide-covered couch.

 

“What’s wrong with her?” Johnny asks, turning to Sissy, wanting an answer to my sudden sickness. She places an old, rusty bucket down next to me, just in case I get sick again. 

 

"Well, she ain’t burnin' up. Maybe it’s something she ate.” She’s replies are also confused about my sudden sickness. 

 

I lay there on the couch, trying to keep whatever wants to come up down while Sissy and Johnny keep me company for a bit. It’s comforting to see how much they seem to care for me. However, after under an hour of resting and sipping on some water, I feel much better.

 

“I'm feeling better.” I said this to both of them, who looked surprised and relieved about my comeback.

 

“Somethin' must've upset ya' then.” She reasons. With that little incident over with, the rest of the day goes by as normal without any sign of sickness. It must have been something I ate. 

 

That’s what I believed until the very next morning, and then the next thing happened on the third day. Sissy keeps my hair away from my face while rubbing my back. 

 

It's another morning, and I'm back outside vomiting; it seems to be my usual puke spot outside on the veranda. 

 

 I know I've made everyone else concerned now. I can hear Nubbins questioning Johnny about why I'm throwing up so much. But he wouldn't get a solid answer from him, as he is just as clueless about my ongoing vomiting. I don’t understand either; at first, I thought I was dying, but what Sissy came up with seemed worse than dying. Her sweet voice contradicts the heavy words coming out of her mouth. I feel like I've been strapped to an anchor, and it's dragging me down, deep below. 

 

 “I think you may be pregnant, sugar; you ain’t got no fever, and sure, dang, know Johnny hasn’t been innocent with you." She explains smoothing my messy hair. 

 

Now I feel like I’m really drowning. Oh, my good I’m pregnant, oh fucking hell. It explains everything: the weight gain, my emotions playing up, and of course the morning sickness. My legs start to wobble. Holy shit, I’m pregnant with Johnny’s baby. 

Sissy notices my shaky form and decides to help me back inside. Holding my arms steady, she shuts the door behind us with her foot while leading me to the sofa. As I sit, she’s skipped off to grab a glass of lemonade while I try to calm down. Just as quickly as she left, she came back with a glass of delicious cold lemonade. Sissy places the drink in my shaky hands as I take a sip. Its sweet yet bitter flavour soothes me. 

 

“When I was in California, some of her sisters from the ranch always threw up every morning when they were pregnant. It's called morning sickness, and it's always a telltale sign that you're going to have a baby.” She explains joyfully, sitting down right next to me and giving me an excited hug. 

 

She then claps her hands together cheerfully. "Oh, how joyous a little baby!" She throws her thin arms around me again in another big hug while I sit frozen, completely gobsmacked by the revelation that I'm pregnant. I guess I must have forgotten how babies were made while I’ve been here; Johnny and I have been going at it enough. There is no denying that.

 

I placed my lemonade down on the coffee table and placed a hand over my belly. Johnny's baby is growing inside me and will later give birth to his baby. 

Sissy stands back up, going over to a sleeping grandpa. I didn't realise he was there. But Sissy, with all her excitement, accidentally woke him up, to which she apologised by telling him about the new member of the family and how he’s going to be a grandpa again. How many generations old is this baby going to make grandpa? I wonder.

Grandpa Sawyer just let out these wistful groans in reply. Sissy explains that he’s excited for a new grandchild. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to understand him. 

Then Johnny comes stomping in, shirtless and sweaty from being outside in the Texas heat. "What’s all the squealing you’re making? I can hear it from outside." He asks, annoyed. 

I would've hoped Sissy would keep my pregnancy to herself until I was ready to tell her, but instead she just blatantly spills out to him that I'm pregnant. 

“Bout’ time.” He says plainly, I gap at his laid-back attitude on this situation. He turns to my surprised face, and he smirks. He inches closer, bending down so his face is in front of mine. 

“I told ya I wanted to be a dad, didn’t I? It’s why I've been working so hard on you.” His smirk widens as my face flushes red in embarrassment. Have I been baby trapped?

The day goes by like usual, even though I'm an emotional, vomiting mess. Now during dinner, and for some odd reason, I never get sick eating supper. The smell of any other food makes me queasy, except cooked meat. My mouth starts to drool when I smell it being cooked. Just barely being able to keep anything else down has made me famished, and tonight, Drayton's chilli has never tasted better. Going in for seconds and now thirds.

“I should've made extra batches just for the way you eat, girl.” Drayton commented, slightly impressed with how much I can put down. 

“It’s just so good.” I moan out with a mouthful of chilli.

“It's better than good; it's the best chilli in the whole damn county.” Cook proudly states, sitting up a bit straighter.

“Oh god, enough of the chilli talk.” Johnny groans out, already frustrated with the conversation.

“Y-yeah enough!” Nubbins joins in, trying to entice a fight. 

"Oh, shut it; look at the girl; she loves it.” He points over to me, still stuffing my face with utter pleasure. 

“No more of this arguing! Y/N is in a delicate situation, and I want none of ya' messing that up!” Sissy puts her bit in, not wanting to be left out of the conversation. Ironically, this is her way of enticing an argument.

“What delicate situation, girl? She's just hungry.” Drayton asks, confused by Sissy’s words. 

“She’s pregnant, and ya' can't do anything about' it.” Sissy again spills the beans on my pregnancy, but now to the rest of the family. 

I look over at Johnny puasing my eating to see his reaction to Sissy not being able to keep anything to herself. “They'll find out sooner or later.” He just sinks further back into the chair, crossing his muscular arms under his chest, waiting for the onslaught of words from Drayton. 

Bubba, who is next to me, is the first to react. He places his large hand on top of his head and pats it, like if I were a puppy. He groans gleefully, I guess, letting me know that he is happy with the new addition. He can be a real gentle giant when there isn't anyone to murder. 

Cook has gone absolutely red as a tomato, while nubbins start snickering. "Oooh, J-Johnny, I-I-is in trouble.” It seems the night has gone his way for wanting drama.

"God, Damnit, boy, I knew this would happen. You can’t control yourself, can you? Always chasing tail, and now a baby.” Drayton stood up at the start of his rant but now has sat down, looking almost deafted.

“Your mother will go ballistic once she finds out.” Drayton points his finger at Johnny, warning him.

“Shut it, old man! You got nothing to worry about; it’s bout time; we’re all getting old, and we gotta keep the family going.” He counters Drayton's words. 

It looked like Nubbins wanted to say more, but with Johnny quickly standing up and leaving, it was pointless. 

Dinner practically finished up after that fight, and I just sat there silently, not sure what to do. I was supposed to help clean up, but I sneakily decided to go find Johnny. Anyway, with all the commotion still going on with Nubbins and Sissy messing with Drayton, it’s best I stay away. 

I check the front veranda; Johnny has a few smoke spots he always goes to: the front, the back garden, and his shed. But luckily, my first guess was right, as I found him sitting on the outdoor bench. While walking to him, he quickly puts on his smoke, squishing it under his boot. “Shouldn’t smoke around you anymore.” He grins at me, and just as I take a seat, he places his warm hand on my stomach. 

“The second I saw you, I knew you were the perfect girl to have my kid. So fucking pretty, I'm going to look after the both of you, I promise.” 

His words send tingles all throughout your body; it’s electrifying. You place your hand over his, smiling back at him.

“Soon you’re going to get real big, darlin’; ya tits are going to get nice and fat too.” He teases with humour, but a familiar, hungry look starts building in his eyes. 

As he inches closer to me, his large hand moves away from mine and glides up, grabbing a breast. He squeezes it firmly before starting to massage it. His warm breath is on my neck as he kisses right below my jaw. Wetness begins to pool in my panties. 

“Run up the stairs to your room and undress before I take you right here.” As much as I wanted to tease him, it’s better to listen, or he really would take me here, in any position too. He gets very creative when he's horny. 

I get up and leave, going to my room just as instructed. I closed the door behind me and set myself on the bed to undress. I wore a blue sundress today, so I just unzipped the side and let it slip right off. Leaving me in my white panties. Even though it didn’t take me long to undress, it wasn't quick enough for Johnny. He was already here, striding in and locking the door behind him, already semi-undressed too.

“Come on, darlin', only your panties left to go; take em off for me.” I happily obliged, hooking my fingers into the side, purposefully bending over, and sliding them down. 

I look back to see the bulge in his jeans while he takes them off. Now he is just as naked as me. I will never get tired of looking at his body. His large muscles, pecs, sprinkled on chest hair leading down to his happy trail—the sight of his scars always makes me throb. Fuck, he is gorgeous.

With my ogling, I fail to notice him getting closer. Wrapping his large arms around me, he whispers into my ear, “I want you to take a seat on my face while keeping your mouth busy with my cock.” He groans before going to lay down on the bed. This is a new position, and with only a little hesation, I gingerly climb over him, placing my legs on the side of his head. Before I sink down, he grabs my hips roughly, bringing my swollen heat to his mouth. 

I gasp as his tongue slides back and forth over my clit. I lean further down, grinding my wetness along his mouth needing more. His impressive cock, comes into view, precum leaking out; it’s red and aching to be sucked. 

I lick his tip timidly before taking his whole length, making a sloppy mess while focusing on his head, I hear him groan as I go deeper. His grunting sends small, delightful vibrations along my clit.

My muffled moans fill the room as he holds me in place, my aching pussy being devoured while I simultaneously suck off Johnny. I hallow out my cheeks, pinch my lips, and let my tongue slide along his shaft. Working extra hard to get him to finish first. 

It's difficult; he knows exactly how to get me off. He knows where I'm most sensitive and what feels best. My plans to make him cum first are starting to falter; I'm struggling to even keep myself steady. I put my tired arms on top of his muscular thighs, giving them a rest. I take a deep breath and continue to encompass his cock, swirling my tongue along the base. I’m a little sloppy with the rhythm now, but I don’t think he cares. 

I can feel my orgasm building as Johnny doesn’t even stop for air, still sucking and licking my clit with undying hunger. His grip on my hips still remains strong, making me unable to pull away. 

My limbs are starting to become sore. Needing him to finish, I start sucking his cock faster, my salvia drenching him, making it easier for it to slide along my tongue. My moans turn to whines as my own orgasm is right on the edge. 

I feel him twitch in my mouth while his groans continue from below. "Fuck, I’m gonna cum." I choked out, stopping to take a deep breath. 

Johnny slides his hands along my thighs as his tongue stays strong, massaging my clit, while keeping a steady pace.

I take his throbbing length back into my mouth right before my orgasm hits. The force of it makes my legs turn to jelly while I moan incoherently around him. I try to move away, my clit becoming increasingly sensative, but his hands grip back to my hips, holding me captive while he moves his hot tongue in my cunt, licking up my juices as he thrusts himself deeper down my throat. Not letting me until he cums. 

I’m a whimpering mess; my thighs squeeze his face while I lick and sucking, getting him closer so my poor pussy can have a break. 

My efforts were deemed successful as his cock started to twitch and stiffen. With my last lick, he spills himself. He groans as his cock pulsates while I swallow his whole load. With revenge, I continue to suck him, knowing he's going sensitive. He hisses and quickly pulls me off.

“Naughty girl,” he chuckles, slapping my ass hard.

I yelp from the harsh slap and roll my body to the side, recovering from the intense orgasm. Johnny, too, lays still panting. I move up and lay my head on his chest. He throws an arm around me as we both relax into each other. 

Before I knew it, I'd fallen asleep on his chest. 

It's in the middle of the night that I wake up to long, thick fingers inside me, thrusting in and out slowly. 

“You awake, baby?” Johnny asks, now teasing my hard clit with his thumb. I moan out in response, gripping the bedsheets.

"Yeah, does that feel good?" His whispers, his face moving into the crook of my neck, his hardness pressing up against me.

"Ah-ah.” I try to say yes, but it’s morphed into moans.

“Fuck, your tight baby girl, gonna' feel so good when I put it in. He groans while I spread my legs further apart from his words. I'm going to cum soon with the way he’s going.

Instead, he pulls his fingers back, slides over on top, and plunges his hard cock inside me. He slips his wet fingers into his mouth, tasting myself, while his cock goes further deep inside. 

I groan out while he stretches me. A mixture of sleepiness and arousal makes me clench around him. Johnny, in turn, pulls out his fingers, replacing them with his tongue and pushing it into my accepting mouth as he starts a fast rhythm, pounding into me.

All noise is blocked out, except for my moans and the slapping sound of his cock fucking in and out of my sopping hole. 

“I'm going to keep you on my cock forever.” He groans into my ear, grabbing onto my swinging chest. Groping the fatty flesh.

I whimper at the thought of being his cock slave, as if I weren’t already. 

He sits up, holding my hips tightly in one hand, and as the other goes to rub my clit, I hold my tits, stopping their swinging from his hard thrusts.

“I'm going to be full of milk soon.” I moan out, teasing him, thrusting back against his cock. I felt his cock twitch as he groans, knowing he's imaging my tits spilling milk. The hand that was squeezing my hip goes to squish a boob, swatting my hand away and pinching the nipple.

I throw my head back in ecstasy and wrap my legs around Johnny’s waist, getting closer to my second orgasm of the night. 

“Ya' gonna' cum on my cock, sweetheart?” He teases, rubbing my clit achingly slow.

I whine as he also starts to stop his thrusting, keeping me on edge. Repeatedly pulling himself fully out of my cunt and slowly pushing back in. 

Not giving in to his teasing, Johnny takes his cock and starts jerking it, leaving me feeling empty and frustrated. 

“Use your words, darlin'.” He groans out, now stopping his rubbing on my clit, only focusing on getting himself off. 

“Please! Please, I want to cum.” I moan wantonly, fucking desperate for him to continue.

It’s not enough; he is still waiting. 

 

“please daddy.” I moan, testing out a new nickname.

It does the trick as he groans deeply, gliding his hardness back inside me and thrusting away.

Relief floods me when his cock goes back into my aching heat. I’m so close to finishing. 

“I-I-I’m cumming!” I cry out as my pussy squeezes him tightly. My orgasm sends Johnny over the edge as he cums just as quickly inside me.

“Fuck yeah, baby, cum on daddy’s cock.” He moans out, shoving himself deeper. 

I whimper from the overly sensative feeling of being filled and having two orgasms in a short amount of time. 

It’s been a few weeks, and my bump has become more visible. It seems each day I just keep getting bigger and bigger. It does help my confidence that Johnny just can’t seem to keep his hands off me since I’ve become pregnant. It’s like the animal inside of him has changed. Becoming more protective and sex-hungry.

I won’t lie. Being pregnant has been a nice change; I’m doing less labour. Sissy considers me too delicate, and she doesn't want to stress the baby. Drayton has even been forcing Nubbins to actually clean up the messes he makes; he didn’t listen until Sissy and Johnny got on his ass about it too. Three against one, it took him to actually listen. It’s mainly bone scraps he leaves around, always making new traps. He even showed me how he makes him; it was impressive, especially how well they worked on the animals nearby. He explains that it was Grandpa who taught him everything he knows, from killing, slicing, and cleaning his blade, "back when Grandpa was still in his killing form." He told me enthusiastically. 

It’s hard to picture Grandpa in his so-called 'killing form', even if it was years ago. He's just so old and motionless, but with the way he enjoys his blood, I can understand that he may have been more ruthless than anyone here. 

Having less work has made me bored, only spending time in the lounge. I’ve been trying to find my stuff to do. I have no more clothes to patch up or anything to make. And I’ve cleaned so much that there is barely anything else to clean. I need to find something to do before I go crazy.

Johnny has noticed me being a little slumped, so he decided to bring inside some dead rabbits and teach me how to skin them. How lovey. Though it did cure my boredom, even if it was gross, and he did a much better job than me, he made it look so effortless. It was like it was his thousandth time doing it. Unfortunately, it probably was. During my time here, I learned that Johnny is an efficient hunter. The skulls of the animals and other people he killed are used as decorations in the house. 

Those rabbits that we skinned went into a crockpot meal with mashed potatoe; Sissy made it with a bunch of herbs and veggies from her greenhouse. You can't get this type of fresh food in the city. Not including people. 

I decided to try and work on my baking skills, asking Drayton if he could bring back some condensed milk so I could try to make some caramel fudge. He agreed; we already have butter and sugar, so it wasn't too much of an ask, and let’s just say my caramel fudge was a hit. Everyone has a surprising sweet tooth. Maybe not too surprising, as the pantry was stocked with tubs of chocolate drink powder. 

So now during the day, to help my boredom, I've been baking treats and deserts, and it's nice that everyone likes my baking. Even Johnny, who seemed like someone who hates sugar, eats up the sweets much like everyone else. Sissy always gets excited to see what I've made for dessert. She tells me it's become her favourite part of the day. 

Time goes by, and so I get even bigger. Including my chest, I think it's doubled in size; it’s embarrassing how big I’m getting. It doesn’t help that Nubbins snickers around me, poking fun at the size of his chest; he called me a cow one day, and sweet Bubba, who would do anything for his family, smacked Nubbins really hard on the back, making the lanky man tumble embarrassingly forward on the ground. which I've believed humbled him, as I got no more teasing after that.

Some of the spare clothes I’ve had that were modest are now very form-fitting and showy, just because of my growing size. Thankfully, there are old male button-up shirts that I can use to give myself some dignity. 

I don't even know why I worry about my dignity when I let Johnny strip me naked and put me in compromising positions. Thanks to my growing breasts, Johnny couldn’t seem to hold himself back, and now we've been fucking everywhere, more than before.

One moment I’m relaxing outside in the middle of the day, the next I’m nude, riding his cock on the old, ripped-out car seats out back near his shed. I have to hold on to his shoulders tightly because he's making me go. Moving me up and down. He does it purposefully because he likes watching my tits bounce. 

Being pregnant has made everything more sensitive. So when he places his mouth over my nipple and pinches the other, I almost cum. At least fucking outside, I get to be loud. I just hope no one is watching. 

But as I get closer to cumming, the less I care if anyone can see. I’m enjoying myself. So I throw my head back, and I grind down on Johnny while I peak. Milking his cock through my orgasm, he squeezes my chest, holds me down tightly, and fills me up with his hot cum.

Just as my chest grows, so does my ass, so a day later I’m on all fours, holding the headboard for dear life, trying to keep my moans low as Johnny slams into me from behind. He smacks my ass as I thrust back onto him. He grips the fat hard. Making sure this time I finish from his cock alone. Just as I came, he pulls out and pumps himself until he shoots his load over my clit  and pussy, making a mess. He reasons that since I'm pregnant, he can decorate me with his cum. He's especially loves shooting his cum over my face and chest. It's nice that he makes sure I have an orgasm right before he does.

Yes, all my assets may be growing; but most importantly, my stomach is too, With the baby getting bigger, Johnny's softer side comes out.

So now he has a pillow under my hips while he slowly ruts his cock while softly sucking my nipple. He slides his hand over my body, feeling all the curves. He slides his hands down and up my leg till he brings it over to my clit, rubbing it in delicate circles. I groan; going slow is new, but fuck, it still feels good to get pampered like this. 

 

“We’re not fucking like this all the time, are we?” I'm still addicted to the hard and fast fucking Johnny is known for. 

"Nah, Darlin, I just like the way you glow tonight and want it slow.” He says this while ironically speeding up, causing me to whimper.

As my orgasm gets closer, I hold his face in my hands and stare into his handsome eyes. “I love you, Johnny.” I pant out as I cum around him.

“I love you too, doll,” he responds, filling me up with his cum and kissing me hard.

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Doesn’t these voice lines confirm Maria is dead? Or have they scrapped this? Because my theory is that Maria was kept alive during the month she was missing but she died from her injuries before the group went looking for her.

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remember to leave some room for nancy. she is always watching.

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So Damn Pretty

Chapter 9

Part 8 : Part 10

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: I wrote this while having shirtless Johnny on my tv, his muscles are the only thing I can think about 😩.

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

I stare timidly at the horribly cracked mirror, observing my naked body. It’s barely recognisable; blue and purple marks spread along my chest, hips, neck and thighs. Johnny has been getting a lot rougher during sex; ever since that night I killed that girl, he’s been more ravenous.

He’s been interrupting me from my tasks more frequently, dragging me off multiple times throughout the day to somewhere away from the house, only to bend me over whatever object he deems fit. His favourite thing to do right now is sit on a pulled-out, deteriorating car seat, drink, or smoke while I’m on my knees in the dirt, sucking him off. At least it gives my poor body a break, even though my knees are now suffering.

I take one last glance at myself before putting on a pastel blue dress decorated with cute yellow flowers. The dress is short and sleeveless. Starting high, wrapping around my neck, to just stopping at the top of my knees, simple but pretty.

Looking down in the sink, I pick up a broken-handled hairbrush and roughly begin brushing my hair. Sissy kindly gifted it to me with an apology for its damaged state, but I didn't care that it was broken; I was so grateful that I squeezed her in for a tight hug. I've been desperate to rid my hair of these nasty knots. My fingers are only able to do so much.

The bathroom is now the only place I get time to think. It used to be my room, but with late-night visits from Johnny, it's no longer available.

I put the brush back down and rummaged through Jessica's makeup bag. I was supposed to hide it originally, but I changed my mind and decided to use her stuff; it would have been wasting away and forgotten about if I hid it. Searching around, I pulled out a black mascara tube, black eyeliner, and a small brown eyeshadow palette with three shades. Having no brushes, I got to work using my fingers, delicately rubbing the pigments over my eyelids. It feels good to use makeup again, a luxury I guess I took for granted. It makes me feel better, feeling refreshed and pretty.

After applying the eyeliner along my eye shape and coating on layers of mascara, I take a second to admire myself, which is a tad difficult with a broken mirror. I won't have many chances to do this again, sadly; Jessica only carried a small bag of makeup wipes with her.

I bundle the makeup products and the broken hairbrush in my arms and swiftly leave the bathroom towards my bedroom. Pushing the door open with my foot, I place the items down gently on my bedside table, and I grab an old, ugly pair of brown sandles, sliding them on. They were perfect for getting around that house quietly without disturbing anyone; Sissy's style of barefoot isn't something I was too fond of. Buckling up the sandle straps, I march downstairs, feeling ready for today.

Reaching the dining room, I notice it's unusually quiet; there's no sign of Bubbaor Nubbins messing around; Johnny ain't here either, lacking the sound of his thundering footsteps and voice.

Did I spend so long getting ready that I missed breakfast? Hopefully, Johnny went with Drayton in the early morning. I can’t help but feel anxious thinking of what else he could be up to. It was weeks ago that he brought that woman back to purposefully antagonise me. My mouth always dries up thinking about that. Did Johnny even realise I had caught him before he brought me down to the basement? Or was that his plan to further anger me?

I don't like thinking about it, and I also can't stop. The guilt and excitement I felt were like none other. Killing her was intense. So much was happening all at once with such little consequence. It bothers me that I killed her out of petty jealousy, even more so that I'm happy she's dead. God, what is happening to me?

“Lookin’ very dolled up today, sweetie?” Sissy says with a smirk as she takes a bite from her buttered-up toast.

 

Her voice snaps me out of my thoughts instantly, and I flinch in surprise, not aware she was sitting so close. She really is the quietest out of the whole family.

 "I felt like using some makeup, just for fun.” I responded to her honestly; it was true. I just wanted to feel pretty.

“Shame Johnny ain’t here to see you all pretty this morning." She smiles at me teasingly, a glint in her dangerous eyes. Not bothered, I grab myself a plate with strawberry jam toast and take a seat in front of her.

“I didn’t do it for Johnny.” I tell her, taking a large bite of my toast. She stands after finishing her breakfeast, walking off with an unconvinced look.

I wonder if the rest of the family knows about Johnny and I’s relationship; Drayton and him did have that argument when I first arrived. Not to mention our lack of subtlety; I mean, we go off together for long periods and come back with dishevelled hair and clothes. It doesn't help that I am covered head to toe in bruises.

I nibbled on the rest of the toast while thinking. Maybe they don't care; I know Johnny doesn't lose sleep over other opinions on what he does. I am, for one, embarrassed if they know.

Am I the lucky one? Johnny has chosen me to be with him out of so many other girls; he likes me the most, or I would not be here right now, and I want to keep it that way. After everything I’ve been through, God forbid another woman tries to take that away from me. I just need more time to understand Johnny and what he truly wants from me.

 

I finish my small breakfast, standing up to clean up my plate. I better hurry up; it’s my turn to feed Grandpa Sawyer, and he is most likely hungry by now.

Ironically, out of everyone in this family, Grandpa Sawyer is the most pleasant person to be around. Feeding him the vial of blood that I had once found gross has become a normal occurrence, and afterwards, I just relax in the living room, sewing or knitting near him while he sleeps; it’s peaceful.

I just started sewing and knitting as a new hobby. With the hard work Sissy and I have been doing, we were all caught up on house chores. We get them done in a couple of hours instead of a whole day. I've also finished trimming all the bushes and flowers, with nothing else important to do. Sissy has been teaching me to sew and knit to kill time while she tends to her plants in her greenhouse. So I spend my free time fixing old clothes in the living room, near Grandpa.

Now that oh so sweet, peacefulness went away as Nubbins came stomping downstairs, crashing down on the couch next to me with a heavy photo album. It’s amazing that he didn’t wake up, grandpa.

"I-I-I got some new photos I-i took with my n-n-new camera." Nubbins informs me gleefully, opening up his album.

"Ah, sure thing, yeah," I tell him, surprised by the suddenness of his appearance. He usually keeps himself locked up in his room. I put my sewing needles and the shirt I was working on to the side so I could focus my attention on him.

With beaming excitement, Nubbins flips through the photo album, going to the back to show his most recent pictures. I look at the ones he is flipping through and see a variety of shots of sunsets and sunflowers. He seems to be very passionate about his hobby. It's nice to see how he spends his free time.

It was nice until I saw pictures of mutilated animals. I cringed at the horrid sights, flicking my eyes away and swallowing my distaste. He finally gets to the page he wants. Chucking the album in my lap, he begins pointing to each picture, telling me the meaning behind each one.

 

I couldn't help but chuckle looking at the super close-up shots of Drayton's angry face. I tell Nubbins how hilarious it is, and he needs to take more close-up shots of everyone. He giggles in agreement. He flips the page over while bouncing in his seat. Thankfully, there are no more gruesome pictures; his latest ones are all beautiful and sweet. I point to the ones I like best.

One is of Sissy and Bubba dancing out in the backyard; he's adorably holding her hand up as she daintily spins. Another set of pictures I love is of Johnny in a white singlet, covered in grease stains, bent over working on a car. It follows another picture of him standing back up, turned towards the camera with a confused face, and then the last shot shows him angrily marching towards the camera, trying to grab it. It's a bit blurred; Nubbins must have started running off as he took that last picture. 

"These are really beautiful Nubbins." I tell him wholeheartedly. The pictures are well shot, and there is a loveliness to them, showing the fun side of his family. 

He grins at me in delight, and with a stutter in his voice, he asks if he could take a picture of me since I look very pretty today and will make a nice new collection. 

I nod my head. I don't see the harm in a few pictures. Nubbins quickly hops off the couch and stands in front of me, grabbing his camera that's strapped around his neck. He starts rapidly snapping pictures, the flash blinding me slightly, but I quickly compose myself and begin to smile, sitting up straighter, hopefully looking okay. I get nervous about my photo being taken.

After six or seven pictures fall from his camera, Nubbins squats down quickly, scattering them in his hands, and hobbles his way upstairs, forgetting about his photo album that is still placed on my lap.

With a morbid sense of curiosity, I flip back to see what other pictures Nubbins has taken. It consists mainly of poor dead cattle, roadkill, more of the family, and property. Until I found a picture of Johnny smiling with the corpse of a dead girl, he looked ecstatic, carrying her over his shoulder, shirtless and sweaty. It appears like he was chasing her and finally caught her. Like a wolf hunting a rabbit. Before I could turn another page, I heard Nubbins coming back downstairs.

I quickly snap the album shut and plop it next to me while grabbing my sewing needles, pretending I was focusing on something else other than his photos.

 “F-forgot this.” He mumbles under his breath, snatching the album from the couch and placing it under his arm while scuttling back to his room.

I sigh in relief at not getting caught looking through his album. I don’t know how he would react to it; it seems he takes his photography very seriously and personally. The last thing I want to do is cause trouble. Snooping like that is dangerous for me; I won’t try that again.

 

A few hours have passed since that little incident, and Sissy and I had just finished making dinner—chilli again, of course; it’s the family’s favourite. Made only how Drayton likes it, as he is the chilli expert.

I finish placing the cutlery and ceramic white plates on the dinner table just as Sissy rings the bell, signalling that food is cooked and it's time for supper. 

“Pa and Johnny should be back anytime now.” Sissy yells out to me from the kitchen, and right on cue, I hear Drayton's beat-up old truck roll up front.

Heavy doors slam, and loud voices take over the silence. The more they get closer, the easier it is to tell that an argument broke out between them—more of Drayton lecturing over Johnny. But they both come straight to the dining table, sitting in their designated spots as I take my seat.

I’m in front of Johnny. I look at his handsome face and am happy to see him. He stares back at me, making heavy eye contact with me. He looks hungry, and I don’t think it's for chilli. I cast my eyes down, not being able to keep the contact. I’ve never been good at holding eye contact; it gets too much before I start feeling embarrassed; it's easier to just look away.

Bubba comes in dressed up like an old grandma, carrying the big pot of chilli. Using a large wooden spoon, he goes around the table, serving the portions on the plates. Sissy must have given him the task when he came up from the basement. He practically lives down there, barely coming up. I guess having your own lair would be nice; it’s spacious, but I don't see the appeal; each to their own.

Sissy comes skipping in right after with a tea spoon and medium-sized bowl of sour cream, plopping them down on the table for whoever. She glances around and notices Nubbins hasn’t arrived. She sighs in annoyance, skips to the stairs, and yells out his name while also yelling that it’s dinnertime.

 

"Hurry up before it gets cold!" She yells for the last time. She comes back, smiling and taking her seat right next to me. We wait to eat until Nubbins arrives, who, of course, rushes down the stairs to take his spot. Yapping on about the new photos he took today. 

As Bubba puts the large pot down and sits, we begin to eat, and I glance back at Johnny, who is no longer staring at me but just casually eating and focusing on the others. I'm a tad jealous that he’s not focusing on me anymore. I must be showing it on my face as Johnny looks back at me with a smirk on his face. I flush red as he winks, and I look down again. I hate being so easy to read and tease. 

After finishing dinner, I was helping clean up the leftovers and dishes. Then the most odd thing happened. Johnny started to help, packing up the plates and bringing them to me. Not once since I've been here has Johnny ever helped with dishes. Placing the dirty dishes in the sink, he slides behind me, sneakily pressing himself against my ass. 

“Meet me outside near the shed. I got somethin’ for ya’." He says this quietly into my ear. With a quick kiss on my cheek, he's moves away leaving me alone and most likely heading to the shed. 

I wonder what he planned for me tonight; I have a feeling it’s not just the usual romp but something more. Taking deep breaths, I head out from the back garden to the nearby large shed. I really hope this isn't a punishment after that incident a few days ago. After I had killed that black-haired woman, I yelled at him for sleeping with her. Yes, I murdered her, but I was still pissed that he did that. I felt betrayed.

Johnny, not reacting to my anger, turned and left, leaving me baffled. It's why now I'm getting nervous as I get closer to the shed. Moonlight giving me vision in the dark while the gravel crunches underneath my shoes, sounds of crickets and leaves rustling around me as I reach my destination. 

 

Walking inside, Johnny is sitting on top of a large crater, and near him is another woman, bleeding from many cuts, gagged, and tied with an old rope to a chair. The poor thing is a sobbing mess. The outdoor lamps reflecting the wetness from her tears.

“I kept her alive just for you, sweetheart.” He says as he takes a drag from his cigarette. He stands up from the crate and saunters closer to me. 

Did you fuck this one too? I wanted to say badly, but I held my tongue. The last thing I want is to end up in the same position as the new victim. I shouldn't test him.

Johnny smiles, like he knows what I want to say, and I'm never going to be able to hide my thoughts from him. 

He wraps his muscular arm around my waist, pulling me towards him. “I know what you're thinking, sweetheart, and I didn’t put my cock any wear near her. I didn’t want you to have another temper tantrum like the other night.” He mocks me by blowing his cigarette smoke in my face. 

I crinkled my nose at the smoke, swatting its vileness away from my face. He tugs me along closer and grips my chin to my face towards the woman, who is straining her eyes at me with desperation.

“I want you to slice her up real good.” He speaks softly into my ear. Using the arm that was around my waist, he reaches to his pocket, pulling out a small switchblade and placing it in my sweaty palm. A lump swells in my throat at what he's asking me to do. I have to torture this innocent woman. I look closely at her; she seems to be in her mid-late twenties or early thirties. How am I going to do this?

He notices my hesitation, and without getting angry, he instead gently guides me closer to her. He walks behind me, pressing his large frame against me. "Let me show you." His deep voice soothes me as he holds my wrists like a puppeteer. I bite my bottom lip as he, or I guess me, presses the knife to the fat part of her cheek. Sliding it across. Ruby-red blood shines out of the gash as the woman wrestles with her restraints on the chair.

“I can’t.” I whimper at him. My hands are trembling for causing her anguish. She doesn’t deserve this; no matter who she is, this is wrong. 

“You will, or else I'll fuck her in front of you.” I'm not sure if it’s cowardice or selfishness, but I give in to him, letting him guide the knife along her delicate skin, slicing it and causing nasty red lines. We drag it down along her neck, pressing it down harder into her chest, where her heart is. I feel his hardness press into me, his hot breath along my neck, and his arm around my waist as we continue, going back up and pressing the sharp blade along her throat. 

The woman's breathing is rapid. Panting from fear. I refuse to look at her face, knowing what I'll see. Knowing she doesn't want to die. Begging for her life. 

“Do it.” He grunts, letting go of my wrist, holding me tight, waiting for me to slice her throat, wanting me to murder her on my own accord. I ignore the voices in my head as I dig the blade in deep enough. I shut my eyes as it gushes out. The woman gurgles and splatters in her gag as she chokes on her own blood.

I just killed another person, a human being. Who had a life? No, I can’t think about it; I won't. Thinking about that will get me killed. I love Johnny, and I’ll do anything for him. 

I let out a big sob, trying to calm down as Johnny turned me into his chest, hugging me. 

"You did so well, sweetheart." He assured me, patting my head. A sense of comfort swarms me as I'm held tight in his arms. 

I crane my neck up to look up at him, his dark eyes blown wide with excitement. We stare at each other as our breaths get heavy.

He dives in for a hungry kiss. I reciprocate, wanting him to devour me and to feel him inside me. Keeping me full.

Johnny pulls and tosses me against a crate. My chest squishes flat as he pulls up my dress. I wiggle my upper body, trying to adjust myself to a comfortable position. 

“Your soaked.” Johnny mocks me while gliding his fingers along my slit.

Without hesitation, I grind myself back on his hand, his thumb rubbing slow circles on my engorged clit, while two other fingers slide inside, stretching me out for his cock.

“Johnny.” I moan softly, feeling guilty as I look at the bleeding-dead woman, her limp body falling forward. 

“Don't worry, darlin', I got you." His fingers start thrusting out of me, distracting me as I clench around them, moaning. Fuck, it feels good.

 “Please, Johnny, keep going; don’t stop.” I squeezed myself again around his fingers. I'm so aroused that I could cum at any moment.

He is always so good with his fingers; he knows exactly where to put them, turning me into a moaning mess and aching for an orgasm. He presses his thumb on my clit harder, rocking it back and forth along with his other fingers. 

 

I try not to look back at the woman; the sounds of my wetness echo through the shed. A hard slap to my ass cues me to look back at Johnny in surprise; he looks annoyed.

“Don’t fuckin’ ignore me, sweetheart.” He yells angry at me for being distracted. He pulls out his fingers, drawing a gasp out of me as he flips me over.

Flatting my back on the crate, I spread my legs while the rest of my dress is dragged up over my breasts. He moves in between my legs hovering over me.

“I’m sorry, Johnny.” I moan out as he gropes and kneads my breasts. I spread my legs further to accommodate his hulking frame. My pussy aching to be touched again. He sucks on a nipple, swirling it with his tongue as I reach around, digging my nails into his soft hair. 

He stops sucking my nipples and roughly pulls my knees up to my chest so he can place his lips on my clit. He gently blows cool air on my pearl before encompassing his mouth around it, sucking and licking. I pant and squeeze his hair tighter, making him groan into my cunt. Shit, I'm going to cum soon. My cunt clenches around nothing, demanding to be filled as I reach my peak, legs shaking as I cum.

He pushes his cock inside me as I cum. We both groan in sync as he keeps going in. "Fuck your pussy feels incredible!" He groans, thrusting away.

I start moaning loudly, feeling very sensitive from my orgasm. He starts going harder, placing my calves over his shoulders. I hold on to him, trying to focus, but I'm so sensitive that I can barely keep up. 

"Johnnyyy s-so good.” I breatheless moan, barely making a full sentence as my tits swing to his pounding.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart.” He warns, pushing my legs further back, reaching deeper than before. He places his thumb on my clit, massaging it. 

I unexpectedly cum again, and my body shakes at its suddenness. Johnny moans deeply, feeling my gummy walls gush and tighten around his throbbing cock.

“Oh yeah, that’s what I love’.” He groans as he cums, squirting in me deeply, holding me still as he fills me up. I whine when he places my legs down. He watches his cum drip out of your cunt, biting his lower lip at the sight. 

"Shit darlin', I wanna' fuck again." He groans enthusiastically, slapping my thighs. 

@alurafairy : @mikaneedy

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Oh Sweet Girl

Chapter 2: Average arvo with Johnny

Part 1 : Part 3

Paring: Johnny Slaughter x Female Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend are two Australians backpacking through Texas and hitching a lift with Johnny. He becomes enamoured with you, but not so much with your boyfriend.

Note: Sorry for not posting frequently, I’ve been caught up playing BG3 since it finally came to Xbox last month and it’s taken over my life lol.

Warning: This is 18+ and please! Do not read if you’re sensitive to graphic material containing heavy descriptions of non/con, blood, assault, objectification and death. For those who don’t mind I hope you enjoy.

During the tedious walk, Johnny took it upon himself to feel you up. His rough hand grazes across your shoulder, sliding it down and along your spine. Tiny shivers cascade along your body.

He hungrily gropes the fat of your ass, squeezing it tightly. He mummers profanities to himself while admiring you, inching closer to you; the sharp knife poking your back is replaced with his hard-clothed cock, now grinding against your ass. ”Fuck it, I need you now.” He groans after finally arriving at the truck.

He shoves and holds you against the truck while he opens the driver's seat door. Your then manhandled onto the seat, pushed in so your sweaty chest is flat against the withered seat, your hot skin sticking uncomfortably to the leather. You're just on your tiptoes with your ass vulnerably poking out.

You swallow dryly, trying not to glance up. Noah’s body is right across from you; his blood is painted everywhere, staining the interior of the truck. You don't have the courage to keep looking at the horrible mess.

Johnny regains your attention by grinding his hips against yours. He leans over you, making his cock press harder against your nether regiens as he grabs some blood-stained rope lying on the floor where the pedals are. He leans back up, tugging your wrists along with him and tying them behind your back. With what seems routine, he ties them tightly and perfectly together, rendering you helpless.

“Please let me go.” You whimper, sinvelling and praying he has a smidge of sympathy in him to not continue his plans.

“Sweet little cocktease like you need a good ol' fuckin." He slaps your supple thighs, dragging his hands back up to your daisy dukes. “Wearing jeans, this fucking short is just beggin' for it.” Johnny says while squeezing your cheeks with both hands.

His fingers hook onto the belt loops and drag your jeans and shorts down to your dirty boots. You are almost fully exposed, except for black cotton underwear covering your most delicate area.

You focus on flexing your fingers, hoping for them to get some blood flow, while ignoring Johnny rubbing his thick fingers along your clothed cunt, but he presses down on your hard nub, causing you to flinch in surprise as he starts rubbing it tantalisingly well.

He crouches down to watch your lower body submit. The twitches and shivers you do from just having your clit touched, and if he rubs just right, your pussy soaks your panties. 

Johnny leans in further and gently blows on the wet patch on your underwear. making you gasp, rubbing your thighs in shame.

"You're enjoying this, aren't ya' sweetheart?" He teases while you shake your head in disagreement, stubbornly denying the throbbing between your legs.

Johnny places his fingers on the sides of your thin underwear, carefully sliding them down your smooth legs to your boots and bundling them with your jeans. You feel his hot breath on your wet, vulnerable flesh. Your pussy unwillingly clenches, hungry for stimulation.

He wolf-whistles, placing his large hands on your warm thighs and spreading them to get a better view of your wet heat. “You got a very pretty pussy darlin'." He compliments you as he slides a finger amongst your wetness, exploring as he finds your little nub again. The suddenness of his finger rubbing the sensitive organ quickly forces you to jerk your hips away. He chuckles at your reaction and continues playing with your cunt.

Now he experimentally slips only one thick finger into your drenched hole. You whine and clench around his finger; you haven’t had sex in a while, you and Noah were too busy for it, leaving you already pent up.

He is fascinated by how tight your pussy is. Feeling the addicting sensation of your gummy walls makes his cock twitch. He bites his bottom lip, thinking about how good you’ll feel around his cock. You’re going to become the best cocksleeve, massaging his cock every night with your cunt.

“I'm gonna' stretch ya' out nicely for me.” He slides his single finger in and out while his other thumb rubs your clit softly.

“Please stop this.” You cry out while, arguably, grinding yourself back onto his hands. You take big breaths, trying to conceal moans, refusing to give in, but he speeds up, rubbing your throbbing clit faster, making you lose concentration. You bite your lip, but the moans slip out.

“That’s a girl, enjoying it.” Johnny replaces his fingers with his hot tongue. Dragging the wet muscles up and down your vulva and pushing it inside your heat. You whine, feeling his tongue sliding inside you. Sweat drips from your forehead as your breathing intensifies.

You're tied up, getting your pussy devoured out in the open by your boyfriend's murderer, and you're blissfully enjoying it. You thrust your hips back into his face, his tongue making you forget, for a second, what he did.

You whimper as he licks down to your clit. You accidentally glance at Noah's cold, dead hands, and tears well up in your eyes. You start apologising in muffled tears while Johnny presses his lips onto your nub, sucking it. You feel the tension in your stomach building, and your legs twitch each time he sucks too harshly. You pant, pressing your heated face against the cool leather. Just when you get close, he pulls away. You breathe deeply,  trying to calm your body.

Johnny pulls up your leg, removing your shorts and panties tangled at your feet, and throws them away. He palms his hardness at the sight of you. Your bare body is shivering in your boots while your cute cunt twitches, just begging to be filled with his cock.

It’s quiet except for the hum of the truck; you hear the shuffling of his boots; you look back and see a black shirt being tossed; and then the familiar sound of a belt being unbuckled and jeans dropping. Your heart starts racing knowing what’s about to happen; you're conflicted, you don’t want it, and yet you're aching to have him inside.

You feel his hard cock sliding against your wetness. Lubing his dick before slowly pushing it in. He thankfully takes it slow, as the stretch is painful. He’s massive. You can feel yourself tearing the more he goes in.

“Too much!” You yell as he holds your hips tighter, continuing to push all the way in. Once his cock has been fully englufed, he stays still, relishing in your sweet, tight cunt.

“Fuck baby, your tight.” He grits as you clench around him and finally adjust to his size. You’ve never taken anyone this big, and it shows. You don’t hold back your moans as he starts thrusting, hitting a spot that makes you drool.

He slows his thrusts and moves a hand to rub at your neglected clit. He tortures your poor clit, by flicking and pinching it. You're so close to cumming. You beg Johnny not to stop.

Your orgasm suddenly vanished to disappointment as Johnny stopped moving. "Whyyy?" You question whining, grinding your ass on him, trying to get him to move again.

He removes his hand from your clit and grips your wrists forcing you to stand back your wobbly legs. "I wanna see your face when you cum". He whispers, sliding his nose along my neck up to my ear.

He opens the back seat door and pushes you in. You clumsily climb with your knees onto the seat as he gets in right behind you. Your hips get grabbed and lifted over his lap. His cock slides easily right back inside you, filling you up again. You groan, resting your head on his strong shoulder… Your bare heated bodies pressed up against each other. Johnny grunts, thrusting up, holding you close. 

You sit up while Johnny slides his rough hands along your curves, landing them back on your bare chest. "Such a pretty girl". He groaned, squeezing your breasts, massaging them, making you clench your walls around him.

"Come on darlin' ride me". He says as he places a nipple in his mouth, sucking it. The closed space in the truck makes it humid. You feel gross knowing that Noah is behind you, but the sensation of Johnny playing with your breasts distracts you.

You adjust your thighs, making yourself sit deeper on his cock and begin to bounce.

"That's a good girl" he relaxes his hands on your hips, watching your chest sway. You fuck him hard on him, steaming up the car. He places his thumb on your clit again, rubbing it in delicate circles. You're so close to cumming.

"Fuck that is baby yeah." Johnny slaps your ass, as you continue fucking yourself on him, your thighs get sore and you start grinding on him, pushing your chest in his face. He keeps rubbing your clit, and despite the soreness in your muscles, you finally cum, hard, whining into his neck as you shake.

"That's it, good girl, cum on me just like that." He grunts, thrusting himself up into you, chasing his own release.

"Johnnyyy". You whine his name right before he kisses you, shoving his tongue in your mouth. While holding you tight as he pounds you from below.

He cums inside you, he stares into your eyes, and the look he gives as he pumps you full of his cum sends shivers down your spine. You are so exhausted, emotionally and physically. You don't fight as Johnny manoeuvres you.

He slips his cock out of your drenched hole and places you down gently on the seats. He gets up and leaves. You hear boots shuffling and banging noises against the truck. Johnny comes back redressed and drags you out of the vehicle by your legs. He lifts you up and carries you to the back of the truck.

You try to struggle out of his grasp, failing as he plops down on your back. The cold metal bubbles goosebumps along your flushed skin. Johnny reaches over to some old bloodied rope, wrapping your legs up tightly and making sure you can't run off.

Your lust-fogged brain is starting to clear as fear floats in. The realisation of your situation is starting to shift into full gear.

Looking around, you try to find something that could help cut the rope. There is a rusty tool box and more rope left lying about. All to be splattered with more dried blood. You’re not the first victim.

Johnny proceeds to pat your thigh and jump off the tray. “Don’t leave me here, please!” You yell, wiggling in your restraints. He ingores your pleas, slams the tray shut, and walks away. You begin to shiver from the cold wind brushing on your bare skin. You curl up into the foetal position, trying to keep warm.

You hear more doors slam shut, and Johnny reappears with Noah's corpse hanging limply over his broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He heaves him off and throws him right next to you. The impact of him being thrown in carelessly causes his cold blood to spray over your body, making you gasp loudly in surprise.

Your dry lips quiver as you hold back tears, hearing Johnny's mocking laugh as he goes to the driver's seat. Panic sets in as the vehicle starts driving back to the road. The tears you were holding back before started pouring out. The trucks start speeding up along the bumpy road, and your poor body roughly smacks against the truck when going over a pothole.

Not wanting to focus on the dead man laying near, you turn to look up at the beautiful stars above, wondering where Johnny is taking you.

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I tried out a new art style and gave Johnny another fit 🤭

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Imagine Ana and Johnny. He's not only the man who killed her sister, but also the man who makes her crave more. Like Would anyone read a fic about Ana falling in love with Johnny? Something like, they both like each other, but she finds out he killed her sister, but she’s in too deep now and can’t escape him.

Or should I make it a reader insert where you are Ana's other sister who is looking for Maria and you end up falling for Johnny, not knowing he killed Maria. Or should I do both?

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Learning new things about Johnny while exploring his very messy shack lmao.

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Okey, so with the new game lore that's been added revealing Dayton is actually dating Nancy (I assume they’re dating even though the wiki said they were siblings), I want to make a fanfic where the reader is Dayton's adopted daughter growing up with Sissy. But when Drayton starts seeing Nancy, the reader is forced to interact with Johnny, who is a well-known womaniser. The reader thinks he's an ass, but he's a good killer, so she respects him. Johnny becomes enamoured with the reader, and they later start a secret relationship while being fun cannabalistic murderers.

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So Damn Pretty

Chapter 8

Part 7 : Part 9

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: I’m so freaking excited for the DLC, all new lore and voice-lines from Johnny! I can’t wait to explore the whole map, especially Johnny’s shack.

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

I follow him downstairs; no questions are asked, though I'm a little nervous.

He's waiting for me at the bottom of the steps. Not saying anything, he opens the basement door, slamming it open. I walk in timidly, and he saunters in, closing the metal door behind us. Now my nerves have really kicked in; my heart is beating out of my chest as he leads me to that room from this morning. Anxious thoughts erupt in my brain. Does he know I was spying on him? Am I in trouble? What's he got planned? Is he finally finished with me?

Johnny swings open the creaky wooden door. As before, he lets me walk as he shuts the door behind us. I hear the click of the latch. I look around the dingy, cold room. Sitting In the middle of the old mattress is that dreaded woman, still tied up and very nude. I can see her face now; she is beautiful with a very ample chest. Envy hits me as I look her over. Ive got a good pair myself; hers is much better.

She looks me over with an unimpressed look. “Who is she, Johnny!?’’ She asks while glaring at me, obviously threatened by my presence. I keep my mouth shut, tightly clenching my fists as my hatred for her grows.

"Shut it!" Johnny growls at her as he begins undressing, removing his muscle shirt, and unbuckling his pants. He takes off his belt and puts out his skinning knife for me to grab. “Keep it safe for me, darlin'.” I grasp the knife and clutch it tightly. Johnny kicks off his boots and eventually drops his jeans, letting out his semi-hardened cock.

I just stand there awkwardly, holding his knife, while my cunt pulses from nervousness and arousal. He smirks at me as I stare down at his cock. My body tingles at the sight of his nakedness, full of thick muscles and scars.

He saunters over to the woman, who is still sitting, looking bewildered at me. "On your keens." Johnny grunts at her, and she obliges, sending a lecherous smirk my way. Johnny roughly grabs her hair, pushing her face towards his cock. She cries out in pain while Johnny places his cock in her mouth, muffling her crying. He holds the back of her head as he fucks her throat. She gags and drools while keeping his rough pace.

She starts moaning around him as he lets her go at her own pace now. He places both hands on his hips as she starts sucking him off, licking him sloppily. Johnny groans, rolling his back, while thrusting into her willing mouth.

I watch, shaking in jealous horror. Is he punishing me? Making me watch this? The woman loudly moans around his cock like a whore, clearly overdoing it. But he keeps thrusting his cock deep into her sluty mouth.

I stand there clutching the knife, watching them like a clueless idiot. Johnny suddenly takes his cock out of her mouth and pushes her down. He hovers over her, grabbing her legs with his large hands, wrapping them tight around him, and slipping his cock inside her with ease. Wet sounds and moans echo through the room.

Tears drip down my face in rage; I have never felt this amount of anger before in my life. The more she moans, the more I subconsciously grip the knife tighter. Both of them are fucking like animals in front of me. Humiliating me. Johnny is outright betraying me.

I take a few steps forward, inching closer to them. Right now, all I hear is white noise. Time feels slower as I watch them. I make my way to the edge of the mattress. Johnny sits up, looking at me intently while still pounding into her. “Would you fucking leave!" The whore spat at me. The arrogance—she doesn’t deserve him.

I look at her stupid, fucking beautiful face before I drop to my knees and slam Johnny's knife in her stomach. She screams bloody murder as I pull the knife back out to start repeadly stabbing her—all of my pent-up frustration, my misery, everything I’ve been through. I take it out on her. Her screams hurt my ears; blood leaks out of her wounds. Johnny, still inside her, continues thrusting himself into the dying woman. He’s cheering me on and laughing while she’s bleeding out and crying, pleading with Johnny to help her. The blade was going in and out of her insides, almost like I was fucking her now.

I leave the knife in her stomach while I go to look at Johnny's face, ready to fight him, but instead he kisses me deeply with so much passion. Holding the side of my face gently, bringing me closer. He pulls his solid cock of the dying woman and climbs over me. I lay next to her as he quickly shoved my dress up to my neck, letting my breasts pop out, and ripped off my panties.

He kisses me deeper, shoving his tongue in my mouth while grinding his dick along my folds, sliding across my aching nub. I slide my bloody hands over his face and neck, grasping onto him. His eyes are so dark and intense that they send a shiver down my back while making my pussy throb.

Johnny lines himself up at my entrance, pushing in. I dig my nails into Johnny's arms as he stretches out my walls. The woman’s blood soaks the mattress and my clothes, leaving the room smelling of sex and iron.

While he maintains my hips steady, pistoning his huge cock in and out of me, the woman vomits up her blood, dying horribly slowly.

"S-such a good fucking girl.” He moans into my ear as I squeeze around him. He licks my hard nipples, sucking on them. I slide my hands to his neck, gripping on his long hair and moaning his name. His cock fills me perfectly, always hitting that certain spot that makes me whine and shiver.

I just ruthlessly stabbed another human being, and now I'm panting and groaning as I'm constantly filled with fat cock while she dies. I'm not sorry about it. I feel wonderful, like if I simply squished a small insect.

 

Johnny flips me over, manhandling me up on my knees. He shoves his cock back in, fucking me from behind. I whimper fervently as he pushes my head down and slams his hips against my ass. It's too intense; I grit my teeth while holding on to the mattress for dear life

"J-johnnnyyy!" I cry trying to keep up with him.

I shift my eyes to the dying woman. Tears fall as the light slowly leaves her eyes, becoming a still corpse. A rough finger suddenly rubs over my clit, I shut my eyes as my orgasm hits me hard and fast. I shove my hips back, wiggling as I start feeling overstimulated. Johnny, pressing hard on my sore clit, chases his orgasm, letting his thrusts get sloppy until he pushes all his weight on me, holding me down while spilling his seed inside me. I whined at the odd sensation of his cock pumping out his cum.

Johnny holds me, pulling me up in his lap to hug me tight. “I’m so fucking proud of you.” He murmers, leaving a kiss on my neck.

 

“W-what?” I ask him, confused and exhausted.

 

“You’re part of the family now, no one can hurt ya’.” He kisses me again as I freeze up. Was this his plan? To force me to kill?

“Don’t get all upset now, sweetheart; I did ya’ a favour, and look, you didn’t even fuckin’ hesitant killin’ her. You’re a natural.” He explains this to me while I sit in silence, trying to figure out my feelings. Having blood on my hands.

Johnny scoops me up as he stands, placing me on my feet as he goes to redress. I wiggle my dress back down and try to fix my messy hair. Johnny pulls the knife out of the woman's stomach and cleans it with his shirt. He extends his hand to me, and I take it. He leads us out of the room, heading back upstairs to the dining table, where everyone is waiting.

“T-t-took ya’ long enough!” Nubbins complained loudly.

 

“Did she do it?” Drayton asked, looking at Johnny keenly, awaiting his answer.

 

Johnny grins, nodding his head. Rowdy cheers of laughter are let out. Sissy comes up to give me a big hug. "I told you'd have nothin' to worry bout', silly." I hugged her back, feeling a little ecstatic about being accepted.

We sit at the table. Johnny sits across from me and smiles broadly. It's a real, genuine smile, and it's breathtaking. The tiny butterflies in my tummy have returned, fluttering away. I remain feeling joyous throughout supper.

After finishing dinner, Sissy offered to do all the cleaning so I could relax. So Johnny uses this opportunity to take me outside and walk us together through the sunflower fields. It’s dark, but the bright moon lights the surrounding area. He takes me through our usual trail leading to the car junkyard.

“I’m impressed, darlin'; you got over killin' her pretty dang quick.” Johnny admits.

“I hope she rots in hell.” I respond back snarkily, making Johnny burst out laughing. We reach the junkyard, and he stops and turns to me.

“I knew from the very start that you would be perfect to be my missus.” Johnny reveals this to me with a confident smirk, wrapping his hands around my waist. In response, I grasped his face, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

He groans into the kiss, squeezing my ass hard with both hands. He picks me up and carries me over an old, broken-down car, laying me on the hood. He pushes my dress back up for the second time tonight, exposing my nude body. He places a knee between my legs and starts sucking on my right breast while massaging the other.

I groan and grind myself on his knee as he leaves hickeys over my chest. He presses his knee harder into me, providing sweet relief as he sucks my nipples till they harden. Tugging his teeth on them. I embarrassingly squeal when he bites.

Johnny tears away and pulls out his knife from his belt. I held my breath as he pointed his knife under my chin, dragging it slowly down my neck and between my breasts. He stops in the middle, right underneath my chest, and begins slicing his name deeply into my soft skin, making sure it scars.

I close my eyes, moaning in pain. He takes his sweet time carving into me. Branding me as his, like cattle. After it’s done, Johnny puts his knife back and bends forward to lick up the blood. Cleaning the wound. He drags his tongue downward, leaving a trail of saliva. He goes over my stomach, holding my spread legs apart while he continues south.

He bites into my thighs, leaving teeth marks embedded in the flesh. “Ah!” I winced. He replaces the bites with soft kisses while squeezing the fat in his hands as he holds them down, exposing my cunt to him.

He glides his tongue over my clit, licking it. I gasp at the sensation of him playing with my nub, pressing his hot tongue along it. He hums as he slides two fingers inside me, finger-fucking me as he sucks on my clit.

I arch my back and squeeze my chest, pinching my nipples as he licks slow circles on my pulsing clit. His dark eyes stare up, watching me attentively as I become a moaning mess, desperate for an orgasm.

Johnny speeds up his fingers while keeping slow swirls on my clit. I squeeze my thighs around his head as I reach my orgasm. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” I cry out, grinding into his fingers. He delves deep, pulling them out, replacing his fingers with his tongue as he devours my juices. I whine pitfully as the sensation becomes too much.

"Please, no more Johnny, please, baby." I beg him as my thighs shake. He pushes himself up, wiping his mouth as his hair messily covers his face. My cheeks heat up as he looks me over, having a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. I sit up, trying to stand on my wobbly legs. He pulls my dress down, patting the dust and dirt off me.

"Come on, let's go. I left my cigs back at the house." He tells me as he slicks his hair back into his usual style.

We start walking back, but I'm moving too slowly for his liking, so he decides to carry me, surprising me as he picks me up effortlessly, making my dress ride up, exposing my ass, to which he slaps very hard.

"Such a good girl," he says cheekily, adjusting his hands so he can hold my ass while carrying me. Too tired to care, I just snuggle into his warm neck and chest.

[lil-spider]

So Damn Pretty

Chapter 7

Part 6 : Part 8 :

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: Stockholm syndrome is in full play now and pls don’t hate me lol.

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, cheating, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

Many days have passed—about three and a half weeks since Johnny last touched me—and it has been driving me crazy.

We’ve been getting closer, taking nightly walks through the beautiful sunflower field. It became my favourite part of the day. After dinner, he and I would sneak off outside, talking to me about his interests or whatever he did for the day, and I would tell him mine. We chew on sunflower seeds and sit in a run-down car, watching the sunset fade into the night. We’re steadily learning more about each other; on rare occasions, he opens up to me, and during such times, I see him as a broken young man rather than a monster.

But now our walks have ceased, as has the sex. He’s been neglecting me, making me miss his cock and touch. I so desperately want to fuck him. We were having sex almost every day since I arrived, and now, nearly a month of no action has taken a toll on me. I've become increasingly frustrated and exhausted. 

It doesn't help that Nubbins has been pointing out that I look fatter around the stomach and chest, making crude remarks about how full my breasts appear, until Sissy smacks him on the back of the head for his rudeness. He just immaturely blows raspberries at her.

Nubbin's is right. I've noticed that I've gained some weight and that I've become considerably hungrier. Which has me concerned. At dinnertime, I've started eating more, going for seconds unintentionally, impressing everyone at dinner.

Johnny’s ban on leaving the house by himself has been lifted since I arrived; according to Sissy, he has been using his new freedom to drive up town to local bars. I know more meat has been stocked up after his nights out; I only see him bring back supplies or cigarettes; no bodies, thankfully. Most days, I know that he helps Drayton at the gas station. I overheard them one time talking about me working there with one of them. It honestly sounds refreshing to have some new scenery, even if I have to work.

My chores around the house are becoming more routine. Sissy and I spend all of our time together; she's come up with fun things to do, either playing some card games or listening to music on her record player. She’s been great, like a sister I’ve always wanted. We’ve been getting closer as Johnny’s been busy. I even spent time with Bubba outside in the gardens, planting some new flowers as he brought over the heavy soil, with Sissy teaching him. He is like a puppy, exploring his surroundings. I've actually started enjoying myself here, almost forgetting about my old life.

I'm currently lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. It’s peaceful in the early morning. Drayton, whom I've picked up the habit of calling Mr. Sawyer, drove off to the gas station a few minutes ago, waking me up with his grumbling downstairs as he left the house.

I have come to be attuned to the footsteps of everyone. Johnny is very heavy-footed, while Sissy and Nubbins are very quiet. Drayton scatters around while Bubba thunders up the stairs with no care. It helps me figure out what is happening around me.

I’m no longer locked in my room. Being here so long, working, and not bothering to escape has rewarded me with trust, and honestly, I'm not sure if it's even worth trying to leave. I've just adapted to my new environment so well that I don't see a point in leaving. especially since I don't want to disappoint Johnny either.

I’ll do anything to have him inside me again. The more I think about his thick cock,large muscles, and handsome face, the throbbing below increases. I move my hand down, sliding it under my panties, gently placing a finger in my engorged clit, rubbing it in small circles.

I breathlessly moan and pinch my left nipple while imagining Johnny. His cock stood tall as he stroked his hardness, sitting on his bed, waiting for me. I want to lick his throbbing tip and hear his groans. I picture myself sucking him off, taking his whole cock to the back of my throat. I go to climb on top of him, letting his fat cock slide inside me as I start riding him. My hands are on his chest as I bounce. The more I imagine, the faster I rub my clit. I squeeze my thighs together as my orgasm comes quickly. I pull my hand back while sighing in disappointment; it’s not as good. But it does the job.

Feeling a little relieved, I roll over and prepare to get some more sleep until I hear another truck drive up. It’s Johnny's. I lay there, listening to him slam his truck door and loudly enter the house. Like always, he chucks his keys on the kitchen table, but instead of going to his shed, I hear his footsteps go downstairs to the basement.

The familiar sound of the basement door opening and closing spikes my curiosity. He rarely goes to the basement, only if he needs to help Bubba, but it's too early for Bubba to be awake, so I'm desperate to know what he's up to.

I contemplate going, fear of consequences rousing, but my yearning for Johnny runs deeper. I get up off the bed and pull a short black, long-sleeved maxi dress over myself.

Choosing to go barefoot, I carefully open the bedroom door, not to awaken anyone, and cautiously descend the stairs, making my way to the basement. I glide past the red wall displayed with an arrangement of animal skulls. Arriving in front of the basement door, I gently slide it across the opening, leaving just a big enough gap for me to slide in. Leaving it open, I glance around the hellish pit of the household. A red hue cascades over the lair. Its pungent odour, with which I had found it vile, is now somewhat familiar.

I pick up his voice coming from one of the rooms they keep the victims in. I should turn back; it’s not my business, and I could get in trouble for putting my nose where it doesn't belong. Creeping forward, I forget my worries as I develop an itching sensation that can only be relived by finding out what Johnny is doing. Tip-toeing over to the door like a little mouse, I squat near the door and peek through the gaps. The sight before me made me realise I should have never left the bed.

A woman with long, shiny black hair who has her wrists tied behind her back with a zip-tie is crying out while voluntarily riding Johnny’s cock. My fingers dove tightly into my hands as I witnessed Johnny fuck another woman. He grips her shapely hips against him. Thrusting up into her as he lays back on an old, dirty mattress

The unknown woman throws her head back while increasing her moans. Johnny continues his restless pounding. I watch his thick cock slathered in their juices go up and down inside her. Her large chest was bouncing along. She’s moaning Johnny’s name with a sultry voice as she leans over him, pushing her chest into his face.

Mixed emotions take over: arousal, jealousy, and insecurity. I feel so hurt and betrayed, and yet I can’t look away. I’m finally seeing Johnny after so long. I squeeze my thighs together, rubbing them for relief as he moves his right hand off her hip, going between her legs and rubbing her clitoris. Uncontrollable tears leak from my eyes as I cover my mouth, muffling my whimpers.

They change positions; he sits up and pushes her down, sucking on her hard nipples while fucking her into the mattress violently. I’m unable to do anything. I want to snap her fucking neck off. My pussy throbs while embarrassingly soaking my underwear. I just want to shove her away and get fucked by him instead. She’s now obnoxiously yelling about how she's about to cum, and now I want to leave. I can’t watch this anymore. I don’t want to see Johnny finish with her.

I sneak back up the stairs, closing the metal door gently behind me, and rush back upstairs to my room. I go under the sheet and lay on the bed. My clit throbs, but I’m so jealous that I just want to curl up. I start to cry from all these overwhelming emotions, trying to take deep breaths to calm myself. I hug my pillow, biting into it out of utter frustration.

I take deep breaths, trying to calm down. Salty tears and snot drip from my face as I cry into my pillow. We were never together, but it still feels like I was betrayed. I worked so hard to fit in here like he wanted, and he fucks another woman! Is she the first? How many girls has he gone through? Is he going to replace me now? The idea of being replaced makes my chest tighten, and more tears spill out as I become more upset.

Wiping my face with the sleeve of my dress, I decide to go to one person who can give me some answers. To understand what’s going to happen to me. Getting up, I leave my room and go over to Sissy’s. I knock lightly on her door and wait for her while continuing to wipe my tears. 

She opens up with a bright smile, but it falters as she sees my red nose and weeping face. Sissy wraps her thin arms around me, enveloping me. I return the much-needed hugs as she brings me into her room.

“Oh sug', what’s got ya’ all blue?” She pulls me along to sit on her bed as she grabs a tissue, wiping my face.

 

I try to control my words, but I just stutter out what I witnessed in the basement with Johnny. I mention to her, in vague terms, what I saw. "I knew it wasn’t my business, but I got curious as he’s been so busy, but I didn’t expect that!” I exclaimed. 

Sissy nods her head in understanding, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I sniffle. She holds my hands, squeezing them in reassurance. She tells me about how he’s always brought girls home. Goes out to bars and brings them back for the household.

“Ya’ have been the only one that he hasn’t killed; ya’ family, now he ain’t going to replace ya’ pumpkin.” As much as her words comfort you, your feelings don’t go away.

“It’s just.. he’s threatened it about to me before.” I say tearfully as she gets up off the bed and pulls you up with her.

“Don’t ya’ worry, Y/N; he likes ya’ trust me.” She smiles and hugs me again. After our little talk, Sissy and I started our morning chores early. It’s a good distraction, but awful scenarios keep replaying in the back of my mind, and it’s absolutely frustrating.

I hear Johnny coming up from the basement while I'm doing the dishes. I approach him to have a conversation, but he simply takes his keys and walks out the front door, shutting it behind him. His vehicle starts up, and he speeds away from the property. He did not even look at me. The distance between us stings. How cruel, having me live here and putting me through misery simply to neglect me for another woman. I storm into the backyard and start crying uncontrollably, telling Sissy what happened and she tries to console me. She just strokes my head as I cry my emotions into her shoulder.

After my little episode, I spent the majority of my day outside pruning the flowers. Sissy made me some lemonade and went off somewhere; she doesn’t need to babysit me all day anymore, so I spend most of my time outside gardening. It relaxes me. I finish trimming and gather an assortment of flowers for inside to liven up the place.

I returned inside after putting away the gardening equipment. It’s the afternoon, and supper is almost ready. I chose to use an old, empty glass vase I found outdoors in the tool shed to hold the flowers. I go to the kitchen to fill the vase, but just as I'm almost done, I'm startled to see Johnny, still as handsome as ever, grab my shoulder.

"Need ya’ to come with me." He says this, turning away and making his way towards the basement.

[lil-spider]

Oh Sweet Girl

Chapter 1 : Cheers for the lift!

Paring: Johnny Slaughter x Female Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend are two Australians backpacking through Texas and hitching a lift with Johnny. He becomes enamoured with you, but not so much with your boyfriend.

Note: I turned Cook’s truck into a 4-door because it’s easier, and Noah is just an OC I made up. I wanted this to be a Wolf Creek-type vibe, but reversed. Also, this is only going to be like a 3-part series, hopefully.

Warning: This is 18+ and please! do not read if you’re sensitive to graphic material containing heavy descriptions of non/con, blood, assault, objectification and death. For those who don’t mind I hope you enjoy.

You and your boyfriend are currently walking along a lonesome road located in the middle of nowhere, Texas, carrying heavy backpacks while looking at a map and trying to figure out the next destination.

You’re both a young couple from Australia who love travelling and have always wanted to visit the United States. So last year, both of you decided that you would save up enough money for two plane tickets and spend approximately six months backpacking through the states.

It's been almost three months, and you have had an absolutely amazing experience, taking in the views and food. Picking up side jobs and staying in shelters or campsites, you meet all sorts of people, broadening the experience. You get to listening to other people's stories while telling your own.

At this moment, you and your boyfriend, Noah, a happy-go-lucky city boy born and raised in Sydeny, are praying a car will soon drive by. Carrying all this luggage in the heat for hours has both made you very exhausted. So after finally deciding on where to go, you sling off your bags and sit underneath a nearby tree.

You unscrew the cap of your water bottle, taking big gulps. You hand over the rest to Noah. He tips some of the water onto his blond hair, cooling himself. Ruffling his hair, he unbuttons the rest of his red Hawaiian shirt and rolls up the sleeves. He pulls out some lotion from his bag, squeezing the tube into his hands and massaging it in.

You hold out your hands as he squeezes the lotion into your palm. You massage it into your shoulders and legs. Your skin becoming dry from being exposed to the sun while walking. You're only wearing a white crop top singlet, Daisy Dukes shorts, and old brown hiking boots. It is not very sun-safe, but it keeps you cool.

You brush your tangled hair out with your fingers; regrettably, your last hair tie snapped a few hours ago, leaving you with a hot neck. Putting a hand over your eyes and shading them while you look along the road. Within the heatwaves, you spot a white vehicle approaching.

"Oi babe, ute coming our way." You point out to Noah, who quickly turns to see the approaching vehicle. He jogs over to the side of the road, putting his thumb up, signalling to the driver for a ride. You stand up, brush yourself off, and join him.

 

The rusty white truck slows down and pulls over to the side in front of us. Your boyfriend quickly jogs back to the tree and grabs your bags, carrying them over while you go to introduce yourself to the driver.

Making your way to the driver's door. You take in his appearance: a very good-looking man who looks to be around your age or a few years older. He has dark hair, neatly styled back, with a few strands falling out of place. He’s big, with scars all over his muscular arms. You get closer and notice he has a large scar going from his hairline to his eye. If you weren’t dating Noah, you would have hopped right on him for fun.

“Needin’ a lift, darlin’?” He has a delicious southern drawl. He taps his cigarette inside the front ashtray while looking you up and down. You not sure if it’s the heat or his attention. but you feel you face heat up fast.

“Sure thing, mate.” Noah says, coming up from behind as he slings the bags in the tray of the truck. You can tell he's a little annoyed with the driver's flirtations.

“I’m Y/N, and that's my boyfriend, Noah.” You explain to the handsome stranger while opening the door to the back seat and hopping in. The truck smells of stale cigarettes; everyone back home smokes, so the smell brings in some nostalgia. The roof is rusting to an ugly red, and the leather seats are peeling, showing the yellow foam underneath. The poor vehicle has probably seen better days.

“Cute accent you got there, sweetheart. The name's Johnny.” He continues to flirt, ignoring your boyfriend, who is sitting in the front passenger seat. For safety reasons, he always sat in front; no matter who was driving, Noah has always been a protective type. It helps that he stands about six feet and is pretty lean. But he looks skinny compared to Johnny.

“You can drop us off at the nearest servo if that's alright." You ask Johnny politely, trying to ease the tension between both men.

“Servo? The hell is a servo?” Johnny quizzes you as you palm your face from embarrassment, forgetting he wouldn’t understand Aussie slang. You explained that you meant the nearest gas station.

"Ah, sure thing, darlin’." He replies as he shifts gear, driving back on the road. You didn’t notice during your conversation that he had adjusted his rear-view mirror to look down your shirt.

You happily talk more to Johnny about Australia and your travels through the states. Noah, unusually, stays silent, looking out of the window. You just ignore your quiet boyfriend, hoping his mood will change later.

“Y’all should be careful; it’s dangerous around these parts of Texas. Not too many people like foreigners." Johnny warns. 

“We’ve been handling ourselves just fine, don’t ya’ think, babe?” Noah, who finally starts to speak, turns to you, waiting for your agreement. You murmur yes, noticing Johnny’s yellow gloved hands tightening around the staring wheel. Noah can be kind of an ass when he gets jealous.

Johnny just scoffs at Noah, returning to flirting with you. You can’t help but giggle as you tease him back. You know you shouldn’t encourage this, especially with your boyfriend with you, but it's harmless fun and you're enjoying yourself.

“Will ya’ fuckin’ stop?” Noah aggressively questions Johnny.

Johnny suddenly stops the car, shifts into park, and turns to Noah. “The fuck did ya’ just say to me, boy?” Johnny is now looking menacing, glaring at Noah.

“I said, would ya’ stop fuckin’ flirtin’ with my missus, ya’ dog!?" Noah spits at Johnny.

The tension was thick; Johnny was silent. You assume, like most people, that he didn’t appreciate being called a dog. You hold your breath in fear of a fight, but what you didn't expect was Johnny reaching behind himself and pulling out a long knife.

In seconds, Johnny thrusts the sharp blade into Noah's throat. Blood sprays everywhere as he quickly pulls the knife back out. Hot blood squirts along your face, making you flinch, while Noah wails, holding his neck, panicking as his own blood suffocates him.

You're paralysed in disbelief and horror, trying to comprehend what you have witnessed. Your hands tremble as you try to reach out to Noah, who has gone limp. His head leans back against the window as blood leaks from his neck. His once-full-of-life blue eyes rolled to the back of his head.

You try to control your panic breaths, staring at your dead boyfriend. You slowly glance your eyes at Johnny, staying still as if the second you move, he will grab you with his claws like a predator. He's grumbling about the mess he will have to clean while wiping his bloody knife on his shirt. Stupidly, you are still inside the truck with him, too terrified to move.

Johnny stops and turns his head in your direction, smirking, now remembering you’re still here. He goes to grab you, but you speedily open the door and run, screaming for help.

“We’re ya’ think your going!" Johnny yelled from inside the truck. He flicks on the headlights and starts driving after you.

You look back as the truck is right on your tail; the bright headlights are blinding, making you trip over some large rocks, slamming hard down in the rough dirt. Pain shoots through your body, but you persevere, wincing as you stand back up. Johnny gets out of his truck, slamming the door as you recover, stumbling away from him.

He jogs after you, knife in hand. “You ain’t getting away, sweetheart!” He manaclingly laughs as he catches up to you. He scoops you up from behind. Thick arms wrap around your midsection, carrying you back to the vehicle. You thrash your legs and hit him with your fist. Trying to escape his grasp. You scream and beg for help while he moves a hand up, giving your chest a good squeeze. He’s laughing until you kick him hard on the shin.

He accidentally lets you go; you take the chance to run, adrenaline pumping through you. Johnny walks after you, keeping a steady pace. There is nowhere to hide, so he will just follow until you collapse from exhaustion.

Your head and heart are pounding, your breathing becomes heavy, your fingers start to tingle. You soon collapse on the ground, panting and turning over on your back, trying not to throw up. Heavy footsteps from steel-capped boots come towards you. You start sobbing, feeling pathetic for giving up so easily.

You look up with misty eyes and see Johnny standing above you, looking down at you with a menacing smile. He squats down, shaking his head and chuckling. “Ya' could've made this a lot easier for yourself, ya' know.” He mocks you while pulling up your top and sliding his knife underneath it.

“I deserve a reward for chasing after you." The blade of his knife slices your shirt like butter, cutting the thin material in half. He puts his knife away, takes off his yellow-stained gloves, and rips the shirt off of you, letting your breasts spill out. You quickly go to cover yourself, but Johnny grabs your wrists, putting them both in one hand and holding them above your head. He climbs over your body, using his weight to hold you down.

You're struggling, but he’s too strong. Johnny moves his head between your soft breasts and places a hard nipple in his mouth, sucking it while pawing at the other.

He starts pinching the other nipple, making you squeak. You try to buck your hips to get him off, but it’s useless. "Such a perfect pair of tits." He groans with infatuation as he continues feeling you up.

“Stop!” You cry, feeling yourself shamefully throb below. He swaps, giving the other nipple attention with his tongue. He pulls on your tender nipple with his teeth. Your breathing is heavy from fear and arousal, accidentally pushing your breasts further into his face.

After one last tug on your nipple, Johnny sits up, pulls out his knife, and holds it inches away from your throat. You tense up, not moving a muscle.

 

“I either kill you here or you be a good girl and follow my instructions.” He presses the blade closer, forcing you to raise your chin. You feel it graze your delicate skin.

“I’ll be good.” You whimper, not wanting to die.

He stands up, taking his heavy weight off you, and dusts himself off. He roughly pulls you up to stand, putting his blade back against your throat after noticing your lack of movement. “Fight me, and I won’t hesitate.” He presses the knife deeper, lightly cutting. Making more tears fall from your eyes.

 

He takes the knife away and grabs your shoulder, shoving you forward towards the truck. You both start walking; he's behind you, holding his knife very close to your back. You feel vulnerable, wrapping your arms around your exposed chest.

He roughly forces your arms apart. “Keep em’ down. I like seeing your pretty tits bounce.” He teases while groping your right breast. You pitifully obey and keep your arms to your side.

"That's a girl; that's what I like to see." He grins, slapping your ass hard. You gasp as it stings, making him laugh.

[lil-spider]

Someone help me! I’m in love 😩

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.

[lil-spider]

Hello!

I'm just wondering, on more of a personal level, on how to properly create stories (sfw, semi NSFW, or straight up NSFW) that are in a organization themed such as yours?

I'm new to Tumblr and I'm just somewhat curious on how to link stories together so they appear coherent and make everything seem "put together" if that makes sense!

I apologize if it sounds confusing, but I'd love to learn so I can be good at writing stories like you! :)

-P.S- I love Johnny sm too! ❤️

(I'm trying to create stories like that!)

Hi and thank you! I’m not too good but I do try my best!

What I like to do is write all my ideas down on notes, I use my iPad for writing and the notes app is perfect for getting down ideas.

Before I start posting a series I always write down the whole plot and each chapter and how it’s going end.

Like the rest I make a draft of each story or chapter not really caring about spelling or grammar, just letting the ideas flow.

After that I go work on each paragraph, fixing up the grammar and adding more detail basically polishing the story. It takes a while but it’s worth it.

Then I re-read check over for mistakes, I still miss some sometimes but hey it’s a hobby lol.

Anyway I hope I answered your question correctly. I’m also still new to writing and I’d love to help out, so please ask away! 🥰

[lil-spider]

Little Bunny

Paring: Johnny Slaughter x Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is bored as shit working late at the gas station until you, a smoking hot babe, show up. Johnny, being himself, accidentally chokes you out. He decides to take advantage of this opportunity and comes up with a fun activity.

Note: The ending is a little vague as I might make a part 2.

Warning: This is 18+ and please! do not read if you’re sensitive to graphic material containing heavy descriptions of non/con, blood, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind I hope you enjoy.

It’s the start of the 1971 summer, and you’re currently driving down a lone Texas road. You’ve been driving for hours trying to reach your parent’s farm. You've been meaning to visit your folks for a while now, but you have been extremely busy with your studies at college. Now that it's the holidays, you finally have the time to travel.

Soon enough, the warm sun starts setting, leaving a light orange and blue sky. With some luck, you will find a gas station to fuel up and get some grub for dinner. For now you relax back and listen to radio.

It seems like luck was on your side today, as you spotted an upcoming station. As you pull in, you notice a BBQ and Chilli sign. 'Sweet, I'm absolutely starved,' you thought hungrily while turning off your car.

Getting out of your rusty, old car, a tall good-looking guy paired with yellow gloves comes up to you and offers help.

“Need filing’ up, darlin’. He asks with a thick southern drawl; he has dark slicked back and a scar running across his face. 'Fuck, is this where all the hot are? In the middle of nowhere, Texas?' You thought, checking him out.

"O-oh, yes, please." You say a little embarrassed after realising you were staring.

"Names Johnny," he replies, smirking at your flustered face.

"Y/N," you respond back. Watching his muscles subtly as he fuels up your car.

"Pretty name for a pretty gal." He flirts, looking you up and down.

You don’t mind his attention whatsoever; you’ve never met a man this fine before, and you feel a bit sad that you can’t stay and chat. Johnny finishes up fueling and leads you to the front of the store, opening the door for you.

"Ladies first." He says, smirking. Letting you walk in. You thank him and smile back, walking up to the cash register.

As you try to pull out some cash from your pocket, you realise Johnny is right behind you.

You turn around to face him, went his fist comes flying. He punches you square in the jaw; it knocks you back on your ass. The strength of his punch makes you see white spots for a few seconds, but before you can react, he squats, placing his knee on your stomach and forcing you down. He leans over you, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“Listen here, girly, you’re gonna’ behave, or I’m cutting you up in little fuckin’ pieces.” He threatens, tugging harshly at your hair. His voice is deep and menacing. You comply while whimpering as he runs his hot tongue along your neck up to your ear.

“So sweet, I bet ya’ taste even better on the inside." He chuckles lowly as tears drip down your face.

He stands up, removing his crushing weight from you. The reflief cuts short as he drags you out to the back room of the station by your hair. You cry out from the pain. Scratching at his hand for freedom, he stops and turns to slap you, so hard blood pools in your mouth. You moan painfully, continuing to be dragged.

Johnny finally lets your hair go. You collapse forwards on the ground, feeling horrid. He’s stands in front of you. Black boots consume your vision until he pulls you up by the tie of your halter top, placing you on your knees.

He crouches down, grips your chin, and yanks you forward closer to him.

 

“I don’t wanna’ ruin more of your pretty face, darlin’, so how bout' this?" He brushes my hair out of my face before he continues.

 

“If ya’ do a good job sucking me off, I might not kill ya’.” His grin widens, seeing the fear in your face.

With your lack of response, his smile drops, and he pulls out a long knife from the back of his belt, holding it across your throat. Terrified, you pull back and start begging.

 

"No! No, I’ll do it. I’ll do it." Blood dribbled down your chin as you scrambled your words out. He pauses, placing his knife back behind him, and grabs your chin again, bringing you in for a deep kiss. He forces his tongue in and licks the blood around your mouth. You both groan, him more from pleasure and you from pain.

He takes off his yellow gloves and caresses your face. They go lower, dragging down your neck and heading to your chest, squeezing your breasts. He stands up, moves your hair, and unties your halter top. The front drops, letting your tits pop out. You regret your choice of clothes for their easy access. Its summer, so you went with demin shorts and a black halter top, showing off your figure. You felt so confident in your outfit, but now you feel vulnerable and humiliated.

Johnny grabs your face, forcing you to look up at him. "You've got such a nice pair of tits." Even as he torments you, you blush from his staring. A sick side of you is enjoying this.

He gives a toothy grin; some blood has smeared over his teeth from our previous kiss.

He starts unzipping his jeans, pulling out his thick cock. It’s intimating; you’ve never been with someone this size—only city boys from college who are average at best. His cock is long and very girthy, with light blue veins leading to an uncircumcised tip. He jerks his cock, showing more of his swollen pink head. You won’t be able to take it all in.

“Come on, Darlin’, don’t be afraid; give it a little lick.” He lets go of his hard cock, waiting for you to take it.

Timidly, you grasp his large cock. It’s smooth; you slowly jerk him to get a rhythm and wrap your lips around his shaft. He barely fits in your mouth as you pump and suck him.

Shamefully, you get aroused hearing the groans he lets out. You look up as you swirl your tongue around his tip, pressing your lips righter around him. “Fuck, your mouth feels good.” He groans out, looking down into your eyes. Making your clit twitch. 

Johnny grabs the back of your head and forces you to swallow him deeper. It's too much; he's chocking you. You try to pull away and control your breathing but he grips your hair harder, thrusting harshly into your throat. Black spots fill your vision quickly as you pass out with his cock stuffed in your mouth.

“Aw shit," you hear just before it goes black.

You blink slowly, trying to wake up. You feel terribly sore all over. Groaning out, you look around and realise you're lying in the middle of a dark, worn-down house with these weird, disgusting bone decorations hanging around the hallways. The lamps and other furniture are all made out of bones. You grimace at the odd display.

You sit up and you discover that, other from your underwear, you are completely nude. Your hands are bound behind your back. Before you could panic, the front door flies open, making you jump, and in walks Johnny, who is too shirtless, revealing his scarred and yet muscular chest.

"Finally, the little bunny is awake.” He squats down to your level and gets right up in your face, looking at you like you were an actual animal.

"Darlin, when I saw those cute little white panties ya’ have on, it just reminded me of a sweet little bunny rabbit." He grabs the side of your underwear, pulling it back and letting it snap back against your skin. Your checks burn red as he continues to tease.

"They were so fuckin' soaked. I guess havin' my cock in your mouth really turned ya' on, huh?" He says this while sliding his hand down your leg, caressing it.

You’re too scared to fight him; he easily overpowers you, and being tied doesn't help. So you need to play it smart.

“I’m the big bad wolf who's gonna’ tear apart the little bunny.” He gets more handsy, caressing your sides while staring at your exposed breasts.

“I’m gonna’ make this little bunny cum on my cock, then I'm gonna’ skin her alive." Johnny bites his lips as he feels you up.

You becoming more and more nervous as he continues, now sliding his finger over your covered crotch. He holds your leg open as he presses down on your clothed clit. Your breath hitches as he rubs it. You don’t want to admit it, but it feels good.

“I wanna have some fun with ya’, so I’m lettin’ ya’ go, but if I catch ya’, my cock will rearrange your fuckin’ guts." He says bluntly pulling you forward on your stomach.

You wince as your chest squishes against the wood. He cuts the rope around your wrists and slaps your ass hard.

 

“I’m especially hungry since ya’ goddamn blue-balled me back at the station.” He grumbles out, pulling you up on your feet effortlessly.

 

“I’ll give you a head start, so get going.” He shoved me away, but I stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do.

 

“Go!” He yells at me angrily. Frightened, you bolt out of the house and run outside to this little shack. You sit down and try to gather your senses and figure out a plan. 'This is going to be hard. barefoot and naked—expect for sheer white panties. Even if I escape, there goes my dignity'. You thought, glancing over the area.

You scan the environment , noticing various sheds and gates. You assume the gates are most likely locked. Then you see a toolbox across the field, sitting on a shelf in a large shed near one of the gates. You run over quickly, holding your bare chest. You check behind you before scrambling in the toolbox, looking for anything that can help.

You find a long pick tool and pull it out quietly, not wanting to alert Johnny to your location. You can hear him further away, calling out for you.

You squat down and hide behind some shrubbery near the gate.

There's a noisy generator over there that's probably powering an exit. You stay hidden, waiting for Johnny to pass by. But he stops right where you are hiding. Your whole body freezes when you see your reflection in his knife. You hold your breath, not moving an inch, praying he doesn't look in your direction. He lets out a huff, turns the opposite way, and continues walking. You wait till he's gone and shakily try unlocking the gate.

Your nipples go stiff, and goosebumps form from the cold breeze. Precious minutes pass and you're still stuck trying to open the gate, but before you can finish, you hear Johnny's heavy footsteps approaching. “Come out, little bunny; I’m hungry.” In a panic, you broke your lockpick and dove back into the nearby bushes, hoping he didn’t see you.

Searching for another way out, you scuttle around the bushes. You discover another gate but finding it also locked, like the previous one. You subconsciously move backwards and exclaim, "Shit this one too," only to bump into a hard, warm chest. Your eyes widen as his hands go to tighten on your shoulders, making you tense.

“Found ya’”

Johnny immediately pushes you forward hard, making you fall painfully on your hands and knees into the dirt. As you groan in pain, he goes on his knees and rips your pants down, tearing them.

He doesn't hold back, and he starts eating you out in the open. He holds your hips tightly to his face as his tongue fucks you. The suddenness makes you moan and gasp at the surprising onslaught of his wicked tongue.

He presses a finger on your clit, applying a slight pressure that sends shocks to your system. You heedlessly grind your hips back into his face; you never felt pleasure like this. He rubs your swollen nub so sweetly that you almost want to give up and let him have you.

"No please!" You mewl as he rubs on your clit harder while his tongue wiggles around, still buried deep inside you. You beg him to stop, but you’re unknowingly encouraging him by humping on his tongue.

You whimper, moving your hips higher, as he drags his tongue out of your cunt slowly down to your clit sucking it hard. You pant, grinding into his mouth, drawing closer to your release.

Hearing him groan brings you back to reality. Quickly, you wrestle out of his grasp and scuttle away. Johnny leans back on his hands, laughing while watching you run away. “It ain’t over yet, bunny!”

 

You jogged up on the front porch of the house and went inside, shutting the door and leaning against it, your back where you originally woke up. Now with an exposed and throbbing cough.

You try to calm down, but it’s difficult. Wetness smeared across your thighs, making you uncomfortable. Gathering yourself, you continue searching for an exit.

 

You spot another toolbox in the kitchen; like before, you find some lockpicks, taking two this time in case one breaks like your old one.

You leave through the back of the house, walking up to another gate; it's an entrance into an opened shipping container. You look inside and see another possible exit. Hurrying, you work the lockpick, but this time keeping an eye out for Johnny. With some luck, you managed to unlock the gate.

You sneaked in, closing the gate behind you softly. You scoped out the new area. There’s an electric gate being powered by a car battery. You get into action and jog over fiddling with the battery to shut the power off.

While you work you’re unaware that Johnny found you. You’ve made it easy for him, small footprints leading to your location. He shuts the gate behind him placing a new lock over it and casually saunters his way over to you.

You’ve turned off the power, but you are struggling with the gate. You move slowly but tediously, trying not to break it. Unfortunately, you spot Johnny coming towards you. Your hands shake. You’ve almost unlocked the gate. You're about to make your escape, but in a panic, you break the pick. You watch it snap in half, falling to the ground.

You realised this is the end.

Your bare waist is encompassed by Johnny's muscular arms as he picks you up and carries you over to the run-down shed in the centre of the yard.

"It's cute; you thought you could escape me.” Johnny mocks you, pushing your upper body against a bench outside of the shed. He shoves your head flat against it. You try to push back, but he holds you down with his weight. You hear his belt being undone, and you struggle more, but he grabs you by your hair, pulling it back to slam your head back against the bench, making you dizzy. You cry out of pain and sob pitifully, begging him to let you go.

“You’re all mine now, darlin'; you can beg for something else instead.” He chuckles, grinding his clothed, hard cock slowly against you. All you can do is whimper as he dry-humps you. He continues removing his belt, dropping his denim jeans.

He pushes his cock between your lips, rubbing it against your clit. You cry out in relief. Your clit and pussy are still so swollen and aching. He rubs it so deliciously with his cock that you spread your legs, letting him move further in.

Johnny flips you over so you're lying on your back. He pushes you up so that your ass is on the bench; he spreads your legs wider, slipping in between them, and teasingly places his thick cock back on your clit.

He can see your pretty face now, tears streaming down it while you bite your lower lip. His cock twitches while he lowers himself to suck on your right nipple. You gasp and grab onto his shoulders, trying to push him away, but he just suckers harder and pinches the other.

He places rough hands on your soft hips and drags his cock downward to line it up with your sopping entrance. Johnny pushes himself in nicely and slowly. You struggle taking him in; you have never been with a man this big. You take deep breaths as he stretches out your walls, so achingly good. You grip the bench as he finishes filling you with his throbbing cock.

“That’s a good girl, darlin'; take it, just like that.” He says so softly before pulling back and thrusting back into you. He pulls back once again, slowly, only to start thrusting back in at a brutal pace.

You wiggle your hips back against his while moaning and panting. He groans, gripping your thighs and holding them down, moving inside you deeper. You whine as your poor clit throbs for attention.

"No, please stop.” You moan, and he actually stops. You stare at him, surprised, and he has the biggest shit-eating grin. “You wanted me to stop, Darlin," he teases, pressing his cock deep into a certain spot that makes you gasp.

He picks you up, holding you by your ass with his cock still in you as you wrap your legs and arms around him. The angle makes you sink further down on his cock, making you mewl in Johnny’s neck making him grip your ass harder. He brings you inside the shed, sitting down on a leather couch.

You sit up in his lap as he hood your hips. “Ride me sweetheart.” He says bucking up inside you. You hold onto his large shoulders for support and gentle go up and down, you let out little moans as go your own pace.

“Come on, darlin, faster, baby.” He guides you by your hips, making you bounce harder on his cock. You throw your head back and push your tits into his face. He licks along your nipples and breasts as you continue your rhythm, getting closer to your peak.

He starts pounding into you from below. Holding you close while sucking and biting your nipples. "Johnny, I'm going to cum on your cock, baby, please.” You start begging like a flithy whore as you focus on your brewing orgasm, forgetting that you're fucking the man who kidnapped and assaulted you.

He picks you up again and places you on your hands and knees on the couch. Desperate to cum, you bend further down, face on the couch, and ass in the air. He doesn’t waste time and slides right back into your cunt thrusting deep. You move your hips back into him as he reaches that perfect spot that becomes overwhelming.

You’re moaning loudly as he reaches around and rubs your neglected clit, and it tips you over the edge. You’re cumming hard on his thick cock. He pauses, relishing the feeling of your pussy squeezing him. He groans, and after a few seconds, he continues fucking you. You squeal as he keeps going, making your toes curl.

He’s grunting, getting sloppy with his thrusts, and spills in you. He pushes his cock deeper, filling your hole up with his hot cum.

He pulls out, and his seed dribbles out of you. You slump against the couch, completely spent, as he goes and puts his jeans back on along with his belt.

Johnny turns back to you, grinning and holding his skinning knife. You feel fear creep up now that he's finished playing with you. He grabs you by your arm and drags you to your end.

[lil-spider]

I have like almost 20 plus idea fics of Johnny that I’m working on and trying to keep ‘em fresh. Also I’m almost done with chapter 7 of So Damn Pretty but I’m gonna post another Oneshot before chap 7