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PLEASE DO DATING JOHNNY CADE NSFW AND SFW 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Johnny x Reader Headcannons 🔮🔮

A/N: I got multiple requests for headcannons with Johnny so here you go!! I hope you enjoy. My request box is always open. Love you guys <3

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❥ You two met at the drive in. He was there with Pony and and you were there alone.

❥ He bumped into you on accident, and started to apologize. He was sweet and you had seen him around town before so you kept talking.

❥ You guys surprisingly had a longer conversation than you thought and he offered to walk you home.

❥ You talked the entire way there and it ended with him getting a kiss on the cheek and your number

"Call anytime, ...." you waited for his response. "Oh. Johnny Cade." he responded hurriedly. You smiled. "Call anytime Johnny" You kissed his cheek and went into your house with a wave.

❥ You two hung out more and more until he asked you out. He asked to take you out to the dingo.

❥ Him asking Dallas for tips but ended up not listening bc it was terrible advice

❥ The date went well and he asked you on second one, even more nervously than he did the first time.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go on a second date" he looked into your eyes searching for a answer." You leaned into him, your lips ghosting against his. "Yea I do" you replied quietly before connecting your lips.

❥ Once you started dating, Johnny was nothing but a gentleman.

❥ Hes absolutely obsessed with you

❥ Stargazing at the lot together

❥ Cleaning him up if he gets jumped

❥ You leaving lipstick/lip gloss marks on his cheek and him "secretly" loving it.

You're applying your usual lipgloss/lip stick on your lips while Johnny is sitting on your bed watching you, mesmerized. "You like it?" you asked, turning to face him. "Yea" he responded, a blush creeping up on his cheeks as I sat on his lap. His hands found their way to my waist quickly. I placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, smiling as the mark formed.

"Baby-" he started. "the boys are gonna see it. I know but you never wipe it off tho" you laughed as he turned his head.

❥ Ponyboy complaining about you two being affectionate infront of him

❥ Making out pretty much whenever you're alone.

❥ Dallas teasing you two all the time

❥ Modeling your outfits for him because he likes when you show off for him

❥ Taking polaroids of him <3

❥ Him lacing your tennis shoes or strapping your heels/flats for you (your preference)

❥ His love language is words of affirmation so he gives you compliments all the time

"You look gorgeous today, baby" he whispered into your ear, making you blush. "You tell me that everyday tho..."

❥ Him giving you ideas on how to style your hair/braids (for us black girls <3)

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❥ He's honestly a switch

❥ He worships your body every time you get undressed for him.

You had just pulled off your underwear and bra as Johnny kissed all over your body. His soft lips giving you a blissful sensation on your skin. "Y'know how pretty you look?" He sucked a hickey on your stomach as you groaned at the feeling. "I'd do anything for you, baby. You're everything."

❥ He whimpers when you praise him

❥ He takes charge when he gets stressed

❥ He likes to lie you on your back and pin your hands above your head while rolls his hip into you.

❥ He loves when you ride him to the point where he get overstimulated.

You brought yourself up and down on Johnnys cock. His moans getting raspier and louder as you kept going. It was a sweet and sensual pace making everything feel 10x better. He threw his head back, moaning loudly as he came for 3rd time for tonight. "You want more? Can you take it" You asked in a whisper.

He weakly nodded before whispering "I can take it. I wanna take it. Keep going" You started to roll your hips against him as he whimpered slightly.

❥ Him holding you close as he pushes into you, making your eyes roll back.

❥ Him laying his head on your thighs as he lazily eats you out.

❥ Will kiss you no matter what during

Your mouth was on Johnny's cock, his hand stroking your hair as you took him down your throat. You felt his hand lightly grab your chin pulling you up into a kiss. When you pulled away, he look at you lovingly "You look so pretty. Please keep going for me" You were even more worked up now.

❥ Whispers how much he loves and adores after he overstimulated you to the point you saw stars.

❥ Holds your hand when he pushes into you the first time.

I know you said you wouldn't write non-con but would you ever write cnc?

im sorry but no

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How silly are you on a scale of “one” is your not silly at all and “two bit” your quite the goofy goober

i love you whoever asked this! im “two bit” on the scale of silliness.

girly come back plz =(

i never left pookie. there’s an update coming in a couple days so don’t worry 😋 my request box is always open <3

Johnny Cade is better than me bc after that comment ab my home life, I would’ve pull out the switch on that Horse.

idk if you write angst i just saw ur requests are open but if you do write angst how ab Darry x a reader who dies due to a soc i am on my knees i need to feel something

Darry x Reader. Tw: Death, Murder, Violence, Hurt/No comfort

It was a cold Saturday night in Tulsa and I was at the walking to the lot to sleep since my parents kicked me out for the fifth time this month. I had a boyfriend, Darry but I didn’t want to bug him at 3am. I hadn’t told him my parents were abusive since he already had so much to worry about.

I stayed in motels and sometimes at bucks when i had money but I usually don’t because of my shitty job at the dingo. I arrived at the lot and found a “good” spot to sleep on for the night. I was getting as we comfortable as I could when I saw blue mustang pull up in the lot. What do they want? I began to try to hide but I was grabbed and shoved down to the ground. It was bob, the guy with the rings that beat up Johnny before. “Let me go! Stop!” I yelled as loud as I could but no one could hear me. “Shut it greaser!” Bob replied through gritted teeth.

He began to kick and punch me over and over again to the pint I was coughing up blood. He then punched me square in the nose with defining crack. It was definitely broken. I felt myself go in and out of consciousness. I don’t know where I found the power but I kicked as hard as I could nailing bob in the face. The other socs let go of me to help him up so I grabbed my blade from the back pocket. I stood up feeling weak as I held up my blade to defend myself. Bob began to charge at me so I used all of the strength I had left to stab him in the leg. He fell back in pain and I felt relief.

I was proud of myself, Darry always said that my blade would help me in situations like these. Even though I felt weak, I walked over to bob on the ground and nailed him right in the nose. I looked at him with tears in my eyes with a light smirk. I won! I did it! or so I thought. I was standing over him when I felt a strong pain in my side, I looked down to find a blade in my side. The other socs. The blood started to seep into my shirt making a huge stain. I doubled over in pain and collapsed.

“DARRY!, HELP SOMEONE PLEASE” I yelled, voice cracking in the process. I couldn’t get up or move at all I could do was yell for him, someone, ANYONE. I started to lose conciseness and I couldn’t feel my gash anymore. I knew this was it, the end. I spent my last breaths starting at the night sky starting to brighten with sunlight or so I thought.

Darrys POV:

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I decided to get up early to cook even though It was my day off since the gang was coming over. I went into the kitchen to make some eggs, pancakes, and bacon. Everyone’s favorite especially Y/n’s. Shes usually here at his time already but she probably had something to do first.

After I finished, the gang started to pour in to come eat. Once we finished eating, Two-bit turned on Mickey in the living room so we soon sat down to watch. I decided to sit on recliner and read the paper instead. Y/n still hadn’t arrived and I wasn’t the only person who noticed because Dallas soon said “Wheres y/n this morning?” Everyone shrugged. “I have no idea. Have you seen her lately?” Pony asked Dallas in reply. “No I haven’t since she stayed with me couple days ago” We looked at him in shock.

I decided to say something. “Why was she staying with you Dallas?” I asked with high suspicions. “Her parents kicked her out for the fourth time this month, you didn’t know?” I was shocked, she would’ve told me if that was true, wouldn’t she? “What?!” I yelled out in worry. “I thought you all knew that?” Dallas asked confused. “Obviously not Dal” Johnny said shyly. “We should go check on her” Soda suggested. We all sat up to leave. I guess I looked very worried because two-bit and Steve came up to give me back pat and say “Were sure she fine Dar” I gave them a nod and put on my jacket. We then all head out the door.

We decided to walk to her house since we all couldn’t fit in my truck. We were all walking past the lot when pony tripped on something. “You ok little bud?” I asked helping him up. Steve looked down to see what he tripped on, his eyes widened when he saw what it was. “Is that y/n’s hat” he asked sounding scared out of his mind. I let out a shaky breath, feeling the deja vu of what happened the day we found Johnny in the same predicament. We were all scared to turn around, fearing that we’ll see the lump a body like how Johnny was. “Yea it’s hers” Dallas replied to him. I started to look around frantically looking for her, hoping to not find her on the ground. I stopped when I saw her passed out near a abandoned car in the lot.

We began to run to her, I thought that she was just beat up like Johnny but I was wrong. When we got to her, she was worst than Johnny. She was covered in bruises and blood. I dropped down to my knees in tears. Pony saw her and began to become sick. “Y/N!? Y/N!?” I said shaking her but she didn’t budge.

I picked her up and saw that she had a huge cut in her side, shirt covered in blood. I began to cry even harder not caring about the others saw me. “Y/n baby c’mon, this isn’t funny, wake up baby please” I said voice cracking the process. “Darry I think shes gone, we need to call someone” soda said sadly. I ignored him and continued to try to help her. “C’mon , Y/n please don’t die on me. I need you, I LOVE YOU!” I said knowing that she couldn’t hear me.

It was over, she was gone. FOREVER. I never got to tell her I loved her, that I wanted to marry her, that I wanted to have kids with her. I felt like my whole had ended. I felt like I failed her because I couldn’t protect her from her killers. I cried and cried to the point I felt weak. It was all my fault, I killed the love on my life. [END]

I hope this met or exceeded your expectations. I hope you enjoyed. Im always open for requests, including angst, fluff, and smut. :)

hi! i absolutely love your spider-barbie x miguel fic! could you pls do a miguel x fashion reader who loves wearing pretty dresses and skirts but he gets a little possessive and then other stuff ensues..

miguel o'hara stars in... 'MY DRESS UP DARLING' ♡(>ᴗ•)

a/n~ this request is so cute omg i always wanted to be a fashion designer so i kinda channelled that. i was thinking of valdrin sahiti's dresses the whole time, also POSSESSIVE MIGUELL AHHH!! enjoy my lovely 💗💗💗💗

summary; miguel loves it when you dress up, only for him though. no one else.

wc; 1.6k+

pairings; husband!miguel o'hara x wife!fashion designer!reader

cw; SMUT!!, voyeurism, breeding kink, possessive behaviour, fingering, meanish-soft?dom!miguel, sub!reader p in v, tit slapping like once, a guy watches you two fuck, is dirty (￣▽￣*)ゞ, nawt proofread - this took me like 2 days to write m a busy girlie

you were just so gorgeous. ever since you and miguel started living together you completely took over the space in your shared closet with the most beautiful pieces of clothes he’s ever laid eyes on, eventually leading to miguel spending a whole week making you your own walk-in closet. he took you out shopping after that, since you had all this new space - why not fill it with even more clothes?

typically, you liked to design your own. dresses of all shapes and sizes, skirts too, but miguel loved spoiling you too much - besides, he loves it when you dress up for him. he booked you a private fitting in one of the top boutiques in nueva york, you would talk his ear off about how badly you wanted a dress from them, sending him pics of all the new pieces they’d put out. what’s better than spending quality time with his baby?

when you two arrived at the boutique, you were greeted by a young man. he was handsome, not as handsome as your husband, but still handsome. he smiled brightly at you whilst handing you a glass of champagne before turning to miguel and doing the same. “good afternoon mrs. o’hara, mr. o’hara. we’ll sure to make this the most memorable experience for you, seeing as your husband booked the most expensive service we offer. but a beautiful lady like yourself deserves the best, regardless.” the little fucker winked at you. miguel was slowly starting to regret coming here, seeing you blush faintly from the compliment made his blood boil.

the man attempted to put his hand in yours, trying to guide you to the fitting rooms - did he want to get fucked up? miguel let out a low growl, wrapping an arm around your waist a pulling you close to him. “well? lead the way then.” 

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for the most part, miguel was enjoying watching you dress up so prettily. everything fit you like a glove, all of the dresses chosen specifically from your instagram collections and you pinterest boards. adjusting himself, he eyed you hungrily. this dress was just perfect. it looked so similar to your wedding dress, you looked so beautiful in it - even more so when he fucked you in that same night. he had picked this dress out for you specifically and he was secretly crossing his fingers in hopes that you liked it, and like it you did. but someone else liked it too, a bit too much.

the shop assistant stood at the side of the platform, gawking at you. obviously, miguel knew his wife was a whole goddess, too good for this world - but this guy was staring so shamelessly at you. he couldn’t allow that, nuh uh. “d’you like the dress, my love? i picked it out for you, knew you’d look so sexy in it.” miguel stands behind you now, large hands caressing your hips as he presses himself against you. he whispered into your ear but it was 100% loud enough for the assistant to hear, seeing as his face started to turn a deep red at the pda.

this only fuelled miguel to go even further, lip’s latching onto your sensitive neck, sucking on the skin. one of his hands moves up the dress, skimming the fat of your exposed cleavage before pushing under the fabric to grope your tit, thumb rubbing teasing circles over your pert nipples. “this dress was made for you, doll, no one could wear it like you do.” he spun you around, both hands gripping onto your ass. his hard cock presses into your stomach, your hand coming up to his chest, pure embarrassment on your face. “h-honey,” you had to get on your tip-toes to whisper to your behemoth of a husband, holding onto his shoulders. “what are you doing? can’t you wait till we get home, baby?” 

he smiled, brushing his hand along the side of your face. “how else am i gonna teach that little perv a lesson if we’re at home, hm? look at him, love. he’s probably gonna get off to this later.” you would think the guy isn’t even there with the way that miguel completely disregarded his presence, talking about him so openly like he wasn’t even there. but miguel didn’t give a fuck, patting your ass to get you to jump onto him, wrapping your legs tightly around his thin waist.

he sat down on the sofa in front of the mirror, deftly hiking up the dress to bunch up just above your plump ass, palming his hands over the skin. giving the assistant a view to remember, he pushed your thong to the side, creamy strings of arousal cling onto the fabric. you were wet, so wet - your sexy husband was feeling you up, what else could you do? “mírate, empadada para mí. you’re such a dirty girl, eh love? or is it that you like being watched?” three fingers plunged into you, he moved them teasingly slow, pressing them up against the most sensitive spots - curling them, moving faster and faster until he feels you clench around his thick fingers. 

“you gonna cum, sweetheart?” he slows his fingers down to a gentle grind, thumb flicking your swollen clit. your soft whines and whimpers were just too cute, he can see the guy’s hard-on - his shaky hands dipping under the waistband of his slacks. “mmh - y-yeahhh, feels so g-good.” your hips were moving so salaciously against his hands, the urge to give in to you was becoming harder to resist for miguel. but he had to make sure that idiot learnt not to fuck with what’s his. he pulled his fingers out of your soaked cunt, licking your essence of his fingers before lifting you up and turning you around in his lap, your pussy exposed for the assistant to see.

“baby, what’re you-“ you could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind you, and the wet slap of your husband’s tip against his toned stomach. he places a hand on your lower back, arching it whilst the other comes to pull the front of your dress down - perky tits spilling out of the lacy front. “lift your hips for me, love.” he slips his thick cock under, smacking his tip against your clit, pre smearing all over it. “fuck, honey, please i need you.”  of course, he could never say no to you. 

he pushed himself inside of you, pulling you back down. keeping a fast pace, the wet sounds of your ass meeting his hips reverberated throughout the room, one of his hands groping your tits. “you like that, baby? you - fuck - you like getting fucked like the little slut you are, moanin’ my name like that.” drool was slipping out of your mouth, running down your chest. all you could let out were garbled whimpers and moans, your smaller hands gripping his arms as he used you like a fleshlight.

the assistants hand was moving rapidly under his slacks, his eyes trained on the sight of miguel’s cock stretching you out so deliciously. you lost all feelings of embarrassment long ago, your shaky hands rubbing tight circles against your swollen clit. miguel cursed under his breath, his own voice slightly shaken, his large hand splayed against your stomach. the outline of his cock pressed against his hand, he was so, so deep in you. “shit…would you look at that.” he ran his thumb over the outline of his tip, hips stuttering as a jolt of pleasure racked both of your bodies. 

“god, fuck - ‘m gonna fill this sweet pussy up. you always wanted me to knock you up, right love?” he smacks your tit, the flesh jiggling in his palms as he quickens his thrusts. “see my girls swollen with milk, this beautiful belly of yours all heavy with our babies. everyone will know you’re mine, ‘m never letting you go - i’ll fuck as many babies as i have to in this tight cunt to make you remember that.”

your thighs trembled at his words, fingers on your clit sloppy as you clench tightly around him, a broken whine of his name leaving your lips. squirting all over the sofa, his cock almost pushed out of you from the force of your orgasm. the faint whimper from the corner tells you both the assistant finished too, his arm draped along his face. miguel was so close, pushing his cock as deep as it could go, forcing more liquid out of your quivering cunt.

“thaaat’s it, baby, you’re so gorgeous when you cum. f-fuck - take it, fucking take all of my cum.” his hips push against you two, three more times before he spills his load inside, the thick, creamy liquid seeping out and pooling at the base of his cock. he ruts against you slowly, pushing his cum back into you - pressing kisses down the side of your sweaty neck. “you did so good for me, i love you so much.” you smiled deliriously, pressing a deep kiss on his spit soaked lips. “mmm, i love you too, honey.”

his gaze then locks onto the assistant, eyes narrowed and demanding. he hold you tightly against him, hand caressing your ass lovingly. “you. ring up all of this shit, she’ll keep this one on.” he nods frantically, tripping over himself as he grabs all the dresses on the racks. “one more thing,”

“when you’re done, do me a favour and quit. i don’t wanna see you here again.”

“miguel!”

- mírate, empadada para mí. - look at you, so wet for me

-come into my mouth, come into my mouth in the name of the lord

HE WOULD NEVER

I just saw someone say that Darry would’ve bullied people in high school…😟