Coild U Plz Write For Johnny Cade Headcanons Nsw And Sfw 0lzz

btw i just wanna let you guys know that i won't be writing anything x reader for two-bit, steve, darry, or pony since i just don't get the hype. sorry 🤷‍♀️

bob hughes x art-therapist!reader

@seilahdiaries @avroravia @johnnycadesslut @r0seb100d

♱ ⋆ . ༄ knockin on heaven's door

—dallas winston x preachers daughter

warnings: nsfw, pnv, f!receiving, creampie

"you're to never see that boy again." that's what your father said before he sent you off to boarding school, one so religious that it made mormons look like atheists.

you had invited your boyfriend Dallas over earlier that day to hang out. your father was to be teaching a sermon all afternoon, giving you and Dallas plenty of time to spend together alone. he had your thighs over his shoulders, his lips slowly trailing toward your core, causing you to let out soft giggles. the door suddenly bursts open, your father standing in the doorway, still in his clergy.

next thing you knew, you were in the back of your fathers car, sitting next to a suitcase as he began to lecture you.

after 3 long, gruelling months of constant praying and bible studies, you were finally back in Tulsa, Oklahoma. you never thought that you'd be so happy to see such a shithole of a town again. you missed the constant greaser vs. soc rivalry, gang fights, and even the insults that were thrown at you by the soc girls that hung around the diner.

you slammed your suitcase onto the velvet armchair that sat in the corner of your room before flopping onto your mattress.

"fuck it's hot" you sighed, ripping off your soft white dress, tossing it into the corner of your room.

"your hot." you heard a familiar deep voice say from behind you.

"jesus christ!" you shouted, turning around to see Dallas standing in the corner with his arms crossed, a big smirk plastered across his face as he admired your body.

"you okay sweetheart?" you heard your father shout.

"yup! just.. praying." you smiled as you and Dallas continued to make eye contact. Dallas let out a chuckle, one that sounded like music to your ears after not hearing it for so long.

"what are you doing here?" you whispered, walking over to him. his hands quickly found their way to your waist, his fingers toying with the lace that lined your panties. "how'd you know I got back?"

"I've been counting the days." he smiled, kissing your neck softly. "I missed you."

"baby if my father finds you here, your done."

"then i'll confess" he shrugged, making you giggle. "what?, is it against the lord to see my beautiful girlfriend?"

"it's against the lord to trespass. it's also against the law."

"you know I don't do laws." he smiled before slowly walking you over to your mattress, laying you down onto the floral cotton sheets below. "I'll do you though"

"your an animal, Dal." Dally began to softly kiss you, his hands rubbing the plush skin of your thighs. he settles himself between your legs, his st. christopher dangling over you, the cold metal brushing against your hot skin.

"honey!" your father yelled from the bottom of the stairs. your heart stopped, dally and you looking at one another in fear as you heard footsteps making their way closer up the stairs before stopping halfway. "i'm going over to Mrs. Porters house for prayer! i'll see you' later! and if I come home to find that hoodlum in my house again you'll be gone for a year!"

"yes daddy!" you shout back downstairs, Dally smirking. the front door shuts and you immediately lean in to begin kissing him again before he pulls away, stopping you.

"daddy?"

"oh shut up and fuck me." you tell him before pulling him in by his chain, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

"yes ma'am" he said into the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

you slipped your fingers through his brown tufts, tugging slightly at the roots, causing him to groan into your mouth. "god I missed you. I missed this sexy little body. I missed how sweet you taste. I missed all of you" Dally whispers into your ear before sitting up, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. you raked your nails down his stomach, creating goosebumps down his spine.

he licked his lips as he looked down at you, the life sight in front of him hardening the bulge in his pants. your hair was sprawled out onto the bed, your matching white set blending in with the sheets below, your cross necklace sitting perfectly over your collarbone. "fuck your gorgeous."

you bit your lip at the compliment, turning your face to the side to hide your flushed expression. he placed his finger on the side of your cheek, pulling your face back toward him. he placed soft kisses all over your cheeks and forehead before making his way down your body. "I wanna taste you." Dally whispers, leaving opened mouth kisses upon your inner thighs. the last time you were both in this position, it ended in you being sent away— but now, you two could finish what you started.

he hooked his fingers onto the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and tossing them to the side. he spread your legs apart, revealing your soaked folds. his eyes looked up at you with a mix of innocence and lust. just as he was about to place his mouth where you needed him most, he pulled away, clasping his hands into a prayer pose. you laughed, slapping him playfully.

"what? a man can't pray before eating. I thought that's what y'all christian's did?"

before you could response, his tongue was eating you out like a man starved. your hand flew to his hair, the other gripping the sheets as you let out loud and desperate moans. "fuck.. yes...." you gasped, biting your lower lip.

your reactions only spurred him on, his technique growing more aggressive yet passionate. he groaned into your pussy as you tugged harshly on his hair, sending vibrations throughout your core. "fuck! do that again!" he obeyed, humming into your clit as he sucked harshly, bringing you closer to the edge. "fuck.. i'm gonna cum!"

"do it sweetheart, cum on my face." and you did, letting out a pornographic moan as you came, your liquids dripping down his chin as he raised himself back up, climbing on top of you.

you two began kissing again, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. he reached behind your back, unclipping your bra as you unzipped his jeans, both of you pulling off each article. he pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard dick that you missed the feeling of.

"this okay?" he asked, you humming in response. he stroked himself a few times before lining up with your soaked hole, slowly pushing himself in, inch by inch. "fuck.. I missed this pretty little pussy. my pretty little pussy"

he began moving at a slower pace, allowing you to adjust to his length after not being filled with it for so long. he grabbed your thigh with one hand, his other holding your face as you both maintained eye contact as he fucked himself into you. "shit.." you whimpered, staring into his dark eyes.

the moment was so intimate. your sweaty bodies were pressed against one another, practically becoming one. his breath fanned over your neck as he hid his face into your shoulder, his grip on your thigh tightening as he could feel the both of you growing closer to your peak. you wrapped both of your legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper than before, your body exuding a loud moan. "there we go" Dally praised as his thrusts became faster and harder, making you grow louder and louder. "you're such a good girl baby.. such a good girl. taking me so well. you always fit me so perfectly don't ya'?"

you couldn't respond, you only nodded at his words as you felt yourself growing closer to climax. "i'm gon- cum-" you sobbed, tears in your eyes as he continued to hit that one sweet spot within your womb.

"yeah? you gonna cum baby?" he whispered almost sympathetically, giving you the dark doe eyes that you loved oh so much about him, especially during times like this. "cum for me"

and you did, finishing with a loud moan of his name. "i'm so close, where do you want me?"

"inside.. I want you to fill me up" you muttered, Dally's eyes widening. "it's okay. i'm on the pill." you reassured him, sending a wave of relief over him. you pressed kisses against the skin of his neck as he came inside of you, shooting thick ropes into you.

"fuck.." he said breathlessly on top of you, kissing your chest that was still glistening with sweat. "I missed you so bad baby, you have no idea"

"I missed you too.." you smiled before passionately kissing him, your hand cupping his jaw.

"now let's get cleaned up huh?" he says, moving to get off of you before being stopped. you both look down to see your necklaces caught in one another, your cross laying on top of his st. christopher pendant. you both chuckled as your fingers brushed against one another, slowly untangling the jewellery.

Dally laid a peck on your cheek before scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom.

matt in this movie i'm gonna nut 😛

there is no way this actually happed cause what 💀

begs for slow burn/fluff w Johnny Cade ppl don’t write enough for my boy 😓

(love ur writing btw)

୭ °۪ ׂ heavy

—johnny cade x reader

warnings: language

the crowded school hallway smelt of expensive perfumes and hair grease, the hair thick and humid as students danced around one another to get to their classes. you stood up against the lockers, chatting with your friend Angela as the world faded around you both.

suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. you spun around to see your best friend Johnny standing in front of you, a grin on his face.

"hey"

"hey johnnycake!" you exclaimed excitedly, giving him a hug. "you still wanna hang out after school?"

"sure thing" he says, the school bell going off and filling the halls, sending lingering students on their way to class, including you and Angela.

you look at Angela to see her stifling a laugh, biting her lip. "what?"

"he loves you so much, my god" she cackles, wrapping her arm around yours.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" you laugh in response as the both of you enter the classroom. the both of you walked to your desks that sat side by side, sitting down and placing your books onto the wooden surface. "Johnny and I have been friends since grade school. If he was in love with me, he would've made a move by now. besides, I don't like him like that"

"yeah right. this is Johnny we're talking about. he's the last person to tell you how he feels."

"that's not true, he tells me everything." and it was true, he did tell you everything. the both of you had been friends since you were 9 and he were 10. you had found him sitting alone on the curb of a street corner by your house when you were walking home from the store one day.

you had offered to bring him back to yours as it was cold and dreary, and despite him refusing, he ended up in your living room only 15 minutes later.

since then, the two of you had always been each others number 1. every time he needed to vent about his parents, you would be there— and every time an ignorant Soc made you cry, you would run to him for comfort.

as you waited for Johnny at the front of the school after class, you couldn't stop thinking about what Angela said, an endless thought loop playing in your head. you thought about all of the times that Johnny would gaze at you when you weren't looking, all the times he would hold you longingly as you cried into his chest. the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

"you ready to go?" you heard Johnny say from behind you.

"yeah" you smiled as you two began walking toward your house. the both of you talked one another's ear off, talking about anything and everything as you two always did. as you arrived at your home, you noticed your mothers car was gone meaning that the house was empty. you preferred it that way as your mother always teased and embarrassed you in front of Johnny, believing that you two were having some secret love affair.

you walked through the front door, setting your books down on the table nearby, your arms instantly feeling relief from no longer being weighed down by unnecessarily heavy textbooks.

"you want anything? water, juice, a snack?" you asked, walking over to your kitchen and opening your fridge, scanning for anything new that may have been added to the shelves while you were at school.

"i'm alright" Johnny shrugged, not wanting to bother you or "steal" your food, despite the fact that you were offering it and he wasn't taking anything without permission. he often felt like a burden, but you always tried your best to remind him that he wasn't.

you grabbed a coke, walking over to Johnny who was now sitting on the couch. you snapped open the can, the tab letting out a satisfying pop sound. you took a gulp, a little getting on the side of your mouth, dribbling down your chin. You didn't seem to notice as you were too busy flipping through TV channels, yet Johnny couldn't keep his eyes off of that small drop running down your skin— not because it bothered him, but because it was right by your soft pair of lips, ones that he had been longing to kiss.

"anything you wanna watch?" you asked him, continuing to flip through the channels.

"you." he mumbled, gazing at you lovingly. despite his voice being low and quiet, you knew what he had said. you turned to him, his gaze not turning away from you as it usually did when you caught him staring.

you both stared into one another's eyes before looking at each others lips.

"I really like you." he said to you without thinking as he was too busy staring at you.

Angela was right, you thought to yourself, and I was wrong. you were wrong about not liking Johnny, of course you liked him. after all of these years, how could you not? he was perfect in every way. you couldn't find a single flaw in the boy, not even the scar on his cheek or the slight gap in between his two front teeth. he was beautiful in every way. he was kind and sincere, he never judged you, and by god was he handsome.

it all made sense— every time a girl would attempt to flirt with him, you would tell yourself that the anger you felt was simply you feeling protective over him, not wanting him to get hurt by a girl who was looking for a good time, and every time you thought about him as you lay in bed at night, your mind would always wander to his plush lips and dark brown eyes. you realised that you didn't just like him, you loved him.

"I really like you too." you replied after a long pause. he cupped your jaw with both hands before slowly pulling you in, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. you felt your heart burst, your body finally feeling relieved. it was like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders and you were floating.

after all of these years, you finally understood why your heart would race whenever you saw him, and why you couldn't help but look at him in adoration as he laughed infectiously. you had wanted him, and you finally had him.

₊ ˚. ✩ this was all for you

— dallas winston x runaway!reader

song 𝄞 nettles by ethel cain

warnings: language, mentions of sex, smoking + alcohol

365 days, 12 months, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, and 31,560,000 seconds. that's how long you had been gone.

when you first went missing, everyone thought that you had been kidnapped. maybe you were on a walk and some creepy old man snatched you away, or maybe you said 'no' to the wrong guy and got unlucky— but Dallas knew the truth, because he got the truth gifted to him, straight from you. the note that you left on his bed told it all, and it revealed to him that he was the one who got unlucky.

dear my dearest dally,

by the time you find this letter, i will be gone. there is no point in trying to catch up to me as i haven't told anyone where i'm going and i am long gone by now, hopefully. i want to be honest and clear. bel i didn't leave because of you, if it were, i would tell you. i left because i couldn't take it anymore. i couldn't take the constant fighting of sides, the rumbles, the constant fearing for my well being when i'm out on a walk in town. i felt trapped in that town, and no one could hear me scream, except for you. i can't you were the only one who truly understood what i was going through. you were the only one who ever truly knew me. i don't want you to track me down, i want you to stay away live out your life the way you deserve to live it. i was a burden, and you had your own burdens to deal with. i was dragging you down with me and even if you don't want to admit it, it's the truth. i'm sorry, dallas. i love you more than you will ever know. everything that i did was for you.

when Dally read the letter, he wanted to rip it to shreds, set the scraps on fire and watch them burn.. but he didn't. instead, he cried softly into the paper, smearing the ink and smudging the words. Dallas Winston didn't cry, not for anything or anyone, not even for Johnny.

his throat felt clogged and his mouth began to salivate, as if he were about to throw up. it didn't feel real to him at first, he thought that maybe this was some big joke and that you would walk through the door a few seconds later to hug him and tell him that you were sorry, that you didn't mean to hurt him. but the door stayed closed, and you stayed gone.

after Dally gathered himself, he did exactly what you told him not to do, go looking for you. but you knew that he wouldn't listen to your words, so you took extra care in covering your tracks.

when he went to your apartment to look for clues, the furniture was all covered in white sheets like an old abandoned home in those scary movies the both of you used to watch together. he opened every drawer, scanned every nook and cranny, and even the tiny cracks in the walls that had been there since you first invited him over before you two even began dating. nothing. everything was spotless, not even dust remained for him to find. the only thing left was the scent of you, still somewhat lingering in the air.

after doing a million more checks of the same spots, Dally was convinced that you truly were gone. before he left, he walked over to the window sill you two would share a cigarette at after sex or a long night of talking. he ran his fingers over the engraved initials on the wooden window sill, ones that he carved out of his switchblade and you scolded him for, complaining that he would have to fix it later, but of course, he never did.

after that day, he tried to forget about you. whenever someone would bring you up, you'd shrug and pretend to not know you. whenever he had sex with other girls, he would try to not moan out your name or think about your lips kissing that sweet spot on his neck that no one else knew about. whenever he would walk by a bush of gardenias, he would hold his breath as they smelt exactly like your perfume. though he did all of these things, you still lingered. like a character haunting the narrative of his story.

he stuffed the letter under his mattress as to preserve it whilst also keeping it out of sight and out of mind. he would occasionally think about flipping it up and pulling the paper out, but he held back, for he knew the pain he would feel by just seeing your handwriting was too much.

why? why didn't she take me with her? it would've been safer, better he always thought to himself, the inner turmoil overtaking his mind.

slowly, he began to somewhat accept it. he no longer wanted to forget you, but embrace the fact that you came and left. he began to pick petals off of the gardenia bush every time he walked past it and stuff them in his pockets. and every time someone mentioned your name, he would no longer tense up, but instead acknowledge it and move on. still, you lingered, and he could never get rid of the pang in his heart when he thought of the way you would hold him close at night, the way you would brush your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp in the way he liked it. sometimes, when he was having a drink at Bucks, he would think about the way you would always have little sips of your alcohol, saying that any bigger was too much.

tonight was no different. as he sat at the bar, staring into his whiskey, he couldn't help but think of you. "hey Dal? you still with us?" Two-Bit asked, snapping him out of his trance.

"uh yeah" he said, attempting to play it off, but everyone knew that he was thinking about you. since you left, he hasn't been the same, and his friends would see it every time they looked at him. "so uh we still going to the rodeo on friday?"

"you bet" Soda chuckled, patting him on the back before returning to their previous conversation. Dally was looking forward to that rodeo as it would get you off of his mind as you weren't a rodeo gal, always complaining that it was too violent and upsetting to see people get hurt and animals taken advantage of, despite him always telling you that they were well maintained and fed. there was nothing of you that was left behind in that stadium.

once friday rolled around, the gang all got ready and headed to the rodeo, adrenaline pumping in excitement to see cowboys be kicked on their asses. they would whoop and holler on their way to the entrance from the parking lot, swinging their bandanas above their head like a lasso.

as they took their seats and waited for the show to start, Dally scanned the crowd, the house full.

suddenly, his heart stopped. he swore- no? it couldn't be you, could it? you left. you were gone and you weren't coming back. and you didn't like rodeos, you hated them. you would always refuse to go them and would instead suggest a movie or dinner somewhere.

as the crowd roared for the first person who was about to mount their bull, the person got up and began to head toward the exit where the food was. he didn't even wait a second before he followed suit, heading toward your side of the venue.

as he got closer and his vision cleared, that's when he saw it. you. it really was... you.

he stormed toward you, rage building up within him, ready to shout at you and berate you in anger about you leaving. but once he saw you smile in gratitude at the cashier, thanking you for the meal that would "be out shortly", all of that went away. instead, he wanted to run to you and hold you, tell you that he was sorry for driving you away despite the fact that in your letter you said otherwise.

he stood there, waiting for you to notice him, until you did. he visibly saw your breath hitch, your body tensing up. he watched as your nails dug into your palms, a nervous tic that you had— sometimes it was so intense, you would make your palms bleed and he would have to clean them up and kiss them better.

"hey." he said, his voice blank yet full of emotion.. full of words that he wanted to say.

"hi." you responded, your voice shakey. you didn't even hear your number for your food being called as you were too focused on him. you wanted so desperately to run to him, kiss him all over and tell him that you were sorry, because it was true. you were sorry. you were sorry that you left so suddenly, that you didn't say goodbye and instead left a stupid note. you regretted it all, as soon as you saw that "thank you visiting Tulsa sign" you wanted to turn back. but it was too late, the damage had been done, and you believed that he had probably moved on with his life, so you tried to do the same. but everything reminded you of him. "still like the rodeos, huh?"

"you do now too I guess?"

"no.. not really. I was dragged here by- a friend" you hesitated on the end of the sentence as the idea of having friends that weren't his friends was a foreign thing for you both. you always shared friend groups and were always around one another no matter what. Dally didn't say anything, only humming in response.

the air was thick, so thick you felt as though you were suffocating. you felt tears begin to prick your eyes the longer you stared at him. he didn't look well, at least, not as well as he used to. his eye bags were more visible and his lips were more chapped from you not kissing them.

"is it a guy?" Dally asked hesitantly, stuffing his hands in his pockets, a nervous tic you knew he had.

"no" you chuckled lightly, "I haven't been with anyone since.."

"not even slept with?" he asked softly, stepping closer, your bodies only a few inches away from one another. you cleared your throat, not out of discomfort, but out of feeling guilty, because the answer to the question was yes.

"they didn't mean anything if that's what you were wondering."

"mine didn't either" he admitted, biting the inside of his cheek, making you bite back a small smile that threatened to form on your lips. you looked up to see him slightly smiling as well, and that's when you couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't hold it in. you began to sob, holding your face in your hands.

you began to turn on your heels to walk away as you were embarrassed to be so weak in front of him, but before you could even take a step, he swung you around and held you, pulling you into his chest. without hesitating, you wrapped your arms around him, instantly feeling relieved.

"i'm so- sorry" you sobbed into his jacket, your voice muffled. "I wanted to turn back. I regret it so bad Dally, I r-really do"

"I know baby, I know." he whispered, kissing the top of your head over and over, attempting to not allow his voice to crack or stutter as he tried to hold back his own tears.

"can you.. forgive me?" you pleaded, pulling away when you only heard heavy breathing. you looked up to look at him, only to have your face pulled into his, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. you cupped his face, his hands now on your waist.

"does that answer your question?" he told you after you both pulled away, making you laugh as he wipes your tears away with his thumb. your laugh instantly healed him, it sounding like a song he missed hearing. "don't leave me.. please" he whispered to you, staring deeply into your eyes.

"I won't.. ever." you replied, staring back, his brown eyes, no longer looking blue.

੭* ‧₊ this song is sooo older!dallas 🤭

༉ ‧₊ ˚ everybody here thinks they need you

— johnny cade x bartender!reader

warnings: nsfw, pnv, fingering

your hands were covered in alcohol, the stench of it burning your nose hairs as you continued to make drinks for waiting customers who were leaning on the sticky wooden surface of the bar.

it was the weekend, meaning Buck's bar was packed. your slot was from 10-12, the busiest time of the night, of course. it wasn't that you couldn't handle it, you had just had a rough week, and the last thing you wanted was a raging headache and clothes stained with alcohol.

"hey! sweets!" a man attempted to get your attention, one that looked too old to be in a bar that mainly held teens and young adults. occasionally an old man would pass through, looking for a drink on a stop of a long road trip— but you knew this man wasn't that kind of person, he actually wanted something from you, or more specifically, he wanted you. "hey, honey! i'm talkin' to you."

"sorry sir! i'm a bit busy. unless you wanna order a drink, Buck over there can help you out with whatever you need!" you told him, pointing to the owner of the bar who was standing by the pool table, watching the game unfold.

you had been working at a rapid pace for the past 2 hours, making drinks, stopping for a moment to hear someone's order before moving again. your head hurt, your feet felt heavy, and all you wanted was for your shift to end. you couldn't deal with some creepy old guy coming onto you, not here, and certainly not now. you looked around for your boyfriend, Johnny, but unfortunately, he was no where to be seen. he must be playing darts or pool with the gang you thought to yourself.

"hey!" the man yelled at you again, growing more angry every second you didn't pay attention to him, like a child throwing a temper tantrum. "why don't you get that sweet ass over here, and take a break." he shouts over the music, patting his thigh.

you cringed at his comment, the thought of doing what he said made you want to throw up. however, you kept your composure and continued to ignore him.

as you reached over the bar to hand the customer next to him their drink, he grabs your wrist harshly, causing you to wince. "look at me." he growls, making a your body tense up and fear swell up in your chest. you couldn't move, scared that if you tried to wriggle out of his grasp, it would only anger him further.

suddenly, the man was yanked away from you, the fat bastard thrown to the floor. you looked to see Johnny standing above him, his eyes seething and his gaze cold. you could see one of his hands lingering over his back pocket where his switchblade was kept, the other holding the guys collar. everyone was quiet, a few murmurs heard over the loud music exuding from the jukebox in the corner.

"you keep your hands off of my girl or i'll fuckin' kick your ass." Johnny scolded, the man looking up at him in surprise that such a small kid could be so intimidating. despite Johnny looking innocent, his hands were more dirty than majority of the other greasers in Tulsa, and he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirtier for his girl.

Johnny let go of the guys collar before walking over to the bar. "You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, you nodding at him with a smile.

"hey! your done for the night kid." Buck tells you, pulling out a wad of cash, licking his fingers and flipping through a few bills before slipping them to you. You thank him before lifting up the trap door that acted as a gate between the bar and the dance floor. Johnny walks over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the exit.

"let's go. i've had enough of this place" he groans, you nodding in agreement.

the cold air touching your hot skin sent chills down your spine. after being cooped up in a humid, hot bar that reeked of tobacco and alcohol, you were finally glad to be outside again. "let's go back to mine." you announced, beginning your journey down the street.

as you two walked hand in hand through the night, Johnny kept quiet. this wasn't unusual as he was a quiet person majority of the time, but when it was just the two of you, he talked your ear off and you his. Johnny's tense body language and closed off demeanour told you everything you needed to know.

it wasn't the first time that a guy had hit on you in Johnny's presence, and it certainly wouldn't be the last— he knew that. still, it made him angry to see a guy touch you like that, to see a guy think that you were anyone's but his. you were his girl, and just about everyone around town knew it, and he wanted to keep it that way.

as you walk through the front door, you're both instantly met with warmth that isn't overbearing, but also isn't not enough. Johnny helped you shrug off your jacket, placing it on the coat hanger by the door.

the both of you walk down the hallway to your room, turning on the lights before shutting the door behind you.

you let out a loud sigh as you begin taking off your shirt and jeans, Johnny doing the same until you were both stripped down to your undergarments. you reach behind yourself to attempt to unclip your bra, only to groan in pain due to your tired and overworked shoulders unable to reach behind far enough. "here baby" Johnny whispers from behind you, unclipping your bra and allowing it to fall from your shoulders and drop to the floor.

"thank you for defending me" you whisper, Johnny's arms now wrapped around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"you don't gotta thank me. he was harassing you, it was the least I could do."

you turn to face him, your beasts up against his chest as you pulled him in for a kiss. his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you in closer as your kisses grow more passionate. you both slowly walk over to your bed, slowly falling back as Johnny climbs on top of you, neither of you breaking away from one another.

Johnny squeezes one of your breasts softly, causing you to gasp slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth with ease. you whimper at the feeling, wetness now pooling in your panties.

your noises only motivate him more as his hand slowly descends to the hem of your underwear, his fingers fiddling with the lace lining.

"can I make you feel good baby?" he whispers into your ear as he begins to kiss your neck, sending chills down your spine. you response with a nod, biting your lip in anticipation.

his fingers wrap around the sides of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs before discarding them onto the floor. he gently adjusts your legs by opening them further, giving him a better view of your glistening pussy. his mouth watered at the sight, having been thinking about it all night as he watched you from across the bar. he began to rub circles on your clit, making you moan. his head dips back down into your neck, his kisses now more desperate and aggressive.

you then feel his fingers slip inside of you, pumping at a slow and steady pace. "I love you so much" he whispered softly, staring into your eyes as he watched your face contort into an expression of pleasure. you couldn't respond before he sped up, his fingers now going in and out at rapid speed.

"oh- f-uck" you croak, unable to form words out of overwhelming pleasure, your hand gripping onto his bicep. "i'm gonna cum" you moan, feeling yourself begin to get closer to climax.

"cum for me, my beautiful girl." and you did, your liquids spilling over the tan skin of his fingers as your breathing slowed, your mind foggy. Johnny slipped his digits into his mouth, tasting your arousal with a hum. "tastes like heaven" he smirked before passionately kissing you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

"can I fuck you baby?" he asks, kneeling before you with his hands by the hem of his boxers, his hard dick desperate for release.

"yes, please" you whined, pulling his boxers down for him, his dick springing free as he continued to take off his boxers before adding his last article of clothing to the pile on the floor.

he grabs your thigh, hiking it over his hip as he lines himself up with your entrance, staring into your eyes for permission one more time, to which you nod without hesitation out of desperation. he slowly slides himself in, inch by inch, your spilled liquids from earlier making it easier. you both moan into one another's mouth, continuing to kiss as he thrusts into you slowly.

the moment was intimate, your bodies practically becoming one. he held your hand in his, the other kneading your breast as he looked into your eyes.

"faster" you whimpered, and johnny obeyed. he began to thrust in and out at a speed that made you want to scream in pleasure, but you bit your lip as you already had enough noise complaints from your neighbours.

"you know.." he whispered breathlessly into your ear, "when I saw that guy trying to get with you, I wanted to fuckin' kill him. cause you're mine. i'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this, and i'm the only one who can make you feel this good."

his words made you clench around him, drawing the both of you closer to the edge. he moved the hand that was fondling your breasts down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. your moans got louder, the pleasure overwhelming as he pounded into you whilst rubbing your clit. you looked up to see Johnny scrunching his eyebrows while groaning, an expression he always made when he was close.

"shit.. i'm so close" he groans into your neck, peppering light kisses.

"me too" you whimpered, Johnny clasping his hand into yours once more as he stared into your eyes.

"cum with me baby" and you did, both finishing together. an overwhelming surge of pleasure travelled through your body, making you shake. Johnny pulled out, shooting thick ropes onto your stomach.

"shit.. sorry baby. shoulda asked where you wanted me" he smirked.

"it's okay baby, I don't mind." you tell him, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

"I love you so much." he said adoringly, his dark eyes shining, his pupils dilated. "wait here okay?" he got up and walked to the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a wash cloth that was damp with warm water. "spread your legs for me baby"

he lightly cleaned you up, making sure to be gentle as you were still sensitive. he tossed the rag onto the nightstand, making a mental note to clean it later.

he laid down next to you, pulling you into his side, your head now on his chest. he lay a kiss on the top of your head, rubbing circles on your back as the both of you slowly drifted off to sleep.

it makes me so sad to see blogs that haven't posted in like months like pookie cum back 💔