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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

at first he wasn’t exactly understanding of aftercare, he was used to just fucking and leaving, you know, the whole family business. but once he got with you, you taught him what aftercare actually was and it became one of him favourite things — he’d actually look forward to it, not that he’d tell you that. the idea of holding you close to him, all sweaty and panting, both of you more relaxed than you ever could be, enjoying the silence and the come down from your shared high. what could be better?

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favourite body part of yours is definitely your ass and thighs, doesn’t matter whether they’re big or small, he just loves the soft parts of your body. he loves squeezing them, slapping them, biting them, laying on them — whatever, he is just borderline obsessed with them. but in all honesty, every single part of your body is his favourite, he’s just so into you that he can barely contain himself.

his favourite part of himself is his arms and hands, his muscular biceps and large hands make him feel manly and give him extra confidence, plus when he’s choking someone, seeing his hands or arms cover them completely kinda gets him going. plus he knows how much you love those parts of him, and that makes him like himself just that little bit more.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he’s filthy when it comes to his cum, he’ll have it everywhere — he’ll cum on your face, your ass, in your mouth, and even forcing it into your cunt and breeding you like you deserve. he claims you as his and him having his cum in you or all over you just cements that fact. it tastes a little salty but mostly just normal, he likes to think he has a “good” diet just for your taste.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

johnny is a dirty little panty stealer, especially dirty panties. any time you’re showering or have gotten changed, he’ll pick up a pretty pair and shove it into his pocket, and he’ll act completely innocent when you ask if he’s seen them anywhere — he’ll just claim he probably ripped them to shreds when he fucked you, or threw them behind something accidentally. he loves smelling them while he’s masturbating (which isn’t often) but when he really misses you, then it just brings him that much closer to you. he has a secret little stash of them in his shack, tucked away in the back of a drawer, all different colours and styles just for his pleasure.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

no surprise but he is pretty damn experienced, but in the beginning he only really fucked for his own pleasure, not really caring about the other person. but when he got you, then all he wanted was to hear you moaning, to hear his name tumbling from your pretty lips. so he focused on and used everything he knew best, and of course he listened and learnt what you enjoyed — he basically became a god of fucking you, knowing everything that made you break, the things that made you quiver and come without him barely touching you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

surprisingly, missionary is his favourite, mostly because he likes seeing your face while he’s fucking you, having his hands wrapped around your throat or pinning your hands above your head. there’s something intimate about the simplicity of missionary and he loves that. but he enjoys mixing it up a little, missionary that turns into a mating press, and whatnot.

his second favorite is doggy, but because he loves ass, and it makes it easy to wrap his arm around your neck and pull you back into his chest. a secret favourite as well is forcing you into the full nelson, because what wouldn’t be enjoyable about that?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s more serious but it’s because he gets lost in the moment, he’s so concentrated on making you come that he doesn’t really take the moment to be more relaxed. but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to laugh and joke on during it, he’ll often say things that makes you chuckle, especially when he’s being “sweet” — but he doesn’t make a habit to go out of his way to make a joke unless it’s to lighten the mood after an intense session.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

johnny is pretty well groomed, he often shaves his armpits and trims his pubes, mostly because of the hot weather so he likes to keep it shorter but also because he feels more comfortable. he definitely leaves hair down there though, and grows out his happy trail because he knows he looks good with it. and of course he leaves the little bit of chest hair he has. all of his hair is jet black, and pretty thick and straight.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he can sometimes be nice and loving, slow and romantic. whispering sweet nothings into your ear, pumping in and out of you deeply, just showing how he loves you. but of course he has the moments, which is more likely, where he fucks you hard and rough, using you for his own pleasures. it all depends on the moment, the day, and his mood, but expect a bit of everything from him. but johnny has his own ways of intimacy, his own way of showing his love and being what he thinks is romantic, even if he is being rough the entire time.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he rarely jacks off, instead he prefers having sex with you to relieve himself, but on the off times he does need to jack off, then he has specific things he’ll do. like stated he’ll sniff your panties or look at polaroids of naked pictures you took for him, picturing you riding him and moaning for him. he’ll edge himself a lot, too, your name always rolling off his tongue when he moves his hand nice and slow up and down his cock. other times he wants it over quickly, locking himself in the bathroom and fucking his hand hard and fast, just needing to come and get it over with so he can get back to his busy schedule.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

blood kink — need I say more? he loves eating and tasting people, and your blood is something that he loves tasting, especially when he’s balls deep inside of you. there’s something so intimate about licking the blood trickling down your neck and making love to you at the same time, something so intimate about sharing something like blood with each other. he also loves having you taste his, whether it’s from biting his lip or even just licking his wound when he accidentally cuts himself.

knife kink — again, a pretty obvious one, the man who walks around with a knife and cuts people up basically for a living? he likes the way you flinch under the cool steel of his blade, cutting your clothes off your body with it, leaving lines and marks on you. he’ll cut you if you let him, not deep enough to scar, but enough to get a little blood from you, two kinks for the price of one.

non-con kink — he loves having his way with you, especially when you’re begging him to stop or when you’re whimpering and crying. of course he doesn’t hurt you, instead he pleasures until you can’t take it anymore, until you want it to stop but he just won’t. sometimes he’ll grab you from behind when you least expect it, blindfold and gag you, tie you up and fuck you senseless.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he’s a simple man with simple pleasures, taking you on a bed or the sofa in his shack is good enough for him, anything with soft padding for him and you to be comfortable. but sometimes he likes to mix it up, fucking you in a victims car or bending you over a table in his mothers house and having his way with you. it depends on his mood like usual, it doesn’t matter where it is as long as he gets to cum in you — but he does have a preference for the risky areas, the outdoor places where you have the chance to be caught, or even just places where he didn’t bother locking the door.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he’s a pretty simple man so a lot of things you do turn him on, it can be as simple as seeing you all warm and bothered on a hot summers day or seeing you bend over picking something up off the floor. but some other things are a little meaner, like seeing you cry when you’re upset or when you’re annoyed with him and you pout all cute like. his favourite thing though, is when you’re angry or really upset, shouting at him, pushing him away or pounding on his chest to get him away — that instantly sends the blood to his cock.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

there isn’t much he wouldn’t do, or at least there isn’t really any hard no’s. but he isn’t a fan of threesomes, he doesn’t like the idea of anyone else touching you, pleasing you — he knows he’s enough for you and you’re enough for him, so why would you want to invite someone else into the bedroom? as for turn offs, there isn’t really many, something might turn his off once because of his mood or just how he’s feeling on that day but then it might not the next time.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

just like most people, he loves recieving and seeing you on your knees, especially when you’re choking and gagging on him. but he absolutely loves going down on you, he loves to pleasure you and anything that gets you moaning his name, he loves. he’s really good at it too, he was already good before he met you but he’s learnt exactly what gets you going, and god knows he can work miracles with that tongue of his. there are times he’ll go down on you for the sake of it, not even expecting it to be foreplay for sex. he’ll just push you up against something and drop to his knees, pushing your panties to the side and eating you out, then he’ll just go about the rest of his day like normal after making you come on his face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he goes between fast and rough and slow and sensual, but most of the time he likes it fast and rough. throwing you about and using you as a glorified fleshlight and making you come at his will is just too much to pass up. when he’s been more romantic or sensual, he likes to have you in missionary, his head buried in the crook of your neck where his moans and sighs are slightly muffled, and he can just push his cock into you nice and slowly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

as much as he loves taking his time with you, he loves a good old fashioned quickie, bending you over some car or throwing you up against a wall when he needs to relieve himself. he’s worse with it when he’s had a bad day and something has annoyed him, he’ll practically hunt you down just to fuck you. he doesn’t have quickies every day, but it’ll be at least one or twice every couple of days.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

johnny is completely down for taking risks, fucking you in easily caught places and places that are pretty dangerous — the most noticeable place being near his mothers house, or even inside, he’ll drag you off somewhere when you’re visiting her and have his way with you then act like nothing happened when you can barely walk. he loves to experiment with you, too, after all he has some pretty out there kinks that you didn’t exactly like or ever think about trying, but he respects if you have hard no’s — he’s a lot more caring than he pretends to be.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

not so surprisingly, he has a lot of stamina, and can go a whole bunch of rounds, but usually he’ll tap out after two, or a very long session. he enjoys having multiple sessions throughout the day rather than all at once, because then he can burn off all that energy and anger he gets during the day. during a usual session, foreplay included, it’ll last around 45 minutes to an hour — after all, he really loves taking his time with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

so he’s pretty hit and miss with toys, he didn’t exactly like them at first. he was kinda insulted when you brought up the idea of having a vibrator / when he found yours, because he took it that he wasn’t good enough for you and that you clearly needed to have something else make you come. after you finally convinced him to just use it on you during sex, his entire world lit up. watching how easy it was to have you a quivering, blubbering, sniveling mess sent blood rushing straight to his cock — and now a lot of the time, especially during longer sessions, he’ll use it on you to tease or give his hand a little bit of a break if he needs it. he also loves making you use it on yourself while he watches, sometimes wanking himself off while you make yourself come.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s a huuuuge tease, loves to edge you for as long as he can, it’s even better if he gets you to the edge of coming on a morning then he can leave for the day — but he tells you not to touch yourself, because he’ll know — sometimes he’ll even “check” during the day to make sure you haven’t made yourself come. if you’ve been good for him then he won’t tease you for too long, but it’s rare he goes a day without teasing you just a little bit. he just loves hearing you whimper and beg for him, and he gets off on being the only one that can make you come.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

johnny grunts and cusses a lot during sex, or even when you’re just teasing / going down on him. he has no issue being vocal anymore, although he was a lot quieter when you first got together. now he’s completely fine with moaning into your ear, and he actually loves moaning your name, he doesn’t even care who hears — he likes you knowing how good you make him feel, plus he knows how much it turns you on having him moaning and cussing when he’s deep inside you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

okay I’ve said it a million times, and I’ll say it a million more, he’s actually really sweet to you, and treats you like an angel. at first he’d be a little mean, still saying things that would hurt your feelings or just scaring you by him being him — but once you’d been dating awhile, he’s the “hurt them and I kill you” type guy, the one that’ll kill for you, the one that’ll die for you. he’s so wrapped around your little finger it’s almost unbelievable, he’s so in love that he’d do nearly anything you ask — but he’s only like that when you’re alone, for the most part. when you’re around other people he’s super possessive and lets others know who you belong to, always having a hand around your waist or yanking you into the most sexually fuelled kiss when someone talks to you for too long. nonetheless, he’d protect you with his life and is actually really sweet, in his own way, of course.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

okay he’s got a pretty huge dick, it’s 7”-7.5”, and it’s girthy as all hell, to the point he needs to warm you up a lot before even thinking about trying to push himself into you. he’s not cut, and he’s got a big fat vein that runs along the underside of his cock and it’s super sensitive around there, too. the closer to the tip of his cock, the more reddish purple it turns, especially when he’s hard. oh and let’s not forget, he’s got big, heavy balls as well.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he’s ridiculously horny, that man has a crazy sex drive and it was kinda hard to keep up with at first. he has a naturally high one anyway but it’s made worse by his obsession with you — he needs to be in you constantly, filling you, making you his. as soon as he wakes up he’s there being needy, he’s the exact same at night when you’re going to bed. and don’t be surprised if he doesn’t pull you round the back of a shack to fuck you during the day, too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

johnny falls asleep instantly, there’s not a single thought behind that man’s eyes. and it’s made even worse when he tires himself out fucking you senseless a good few rounds before finishing — he’s the type that as soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s passed out snoring, mouth open, twitching and kicking you all night. or sometimes he’s just so still that you’re not sure he’s alive anymore, just perfectly motionless, couldn’t even be woken up by the end of the world.

Johnny Slaughter is a lot of things. But a murderer, a killer? Couldn’t be, you thought. Sure, he had a bit of a mean streak, and got into a few bar fights in the time you’ve known him- in the time you’ve been in love with him.

Johnny Slaughter is a lot of things. And a killer is one of them. You found that out the hard way. That the sharp hunter's knife he carries on his belt wasn’t just for show. That it wasn’t just for what he claimed his job was- in all honesty, you’re not even sure. You know he does odd jobs, fixes cars sometimes, that he works on his mother's farm, probably leading lambs to the slaughter, that same knife you’ve never seen unsheathed cutting into the throat of innocent animals.

But that’s the way of life, that’s the food chain. Although the thought made you a bit queasy, it’s not like you’re innocent. The killers wouldn’t have the profit to continue without the people who pay for the meat, serve it to their families and add salt. As meat loves salt, you love Johnny Slaughter. But you’ve come to know the man under the cocky smiles and rough hands guiding your hips, the hand in your hair and the kisses on your throat.

You’ve come to realize that it isn’t just a few bar fights when he has some adrenaline and needs to let off some steam, and now you know. You know that he enjoys the blood. The fight. Watching the light drain from his victims' eyes, and when they finally go quiet, no longer choking on the blood gurgling in their throat. He watches. And then he lets them drop.

Johnny Slaughter is not a good man.  But unfortunately for you, He’s sunk his teeth into you. And he’s not letting go.

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It was a blistering day in the Texas heat, letting out an irritated sigh in the passenger seat of Johnny's truck. He should have been back by now. You're parked outside his family's farmhouse, he said he needed to take care of something before you went down to your place to drink with him, make dinner and have some alone time. But he’s taking forever, far too long for it to go unquestioned. You’re getting irritated. What the hell is he taking fifteen plus minutes to do? Why did he leave you in the hot car if he was going to take eight years?

Whatever. You run a hand through your hair, considering if you should go look for him, when something makes you flinch. A scream. Not well concealed, the “HELP, PLEASE HELP ME!” echoes through the large property; it sounds like a man, a younger man. You can’t fully tell, you look out the rolled-down driver's window, and see it. He’s pretty tall, about the same height as Johnny, you think. Neck length brown hair, blue shirt, blue jeans. But in reality, that shirt isn’t so blue at that point. There’s red streaming down it, staining it. Blood. Is this a prank? No, Johnny wouldn’t do that. Who is that?

He’s coughing, blood pouring out of his mouth like a slasher film, he’s barely able to keep his pace, keeling over and gasping for air. He’s running through the grass, onto the road, up the driveway. Towards the truck. Towards you.

You hear a man's voice, taunting. Irritated. Johnny. He chases him, “Come back here, stop bein’ difficult.” 

Grabbing him by the hair, he tugs him away before he can even make it to the truck, and slits his throat. Your eyes widen, a hand going to your mouth, you’re shaking, confused, scared. What the fuck just happened? Your hand drops from your mouth in favor of pushing the truck door open, jumping out to back away in shock as Johnny stalks towards you, taking his black gloves off.

“Darlin’, where do you think you’re runnin’ off to? Hm?”

His gaze is sharp, like he’s annoyed that you would even think getting away is a possibility.

“Get back in the truck before I make you. Do you really wanna see me angry, sweetheart?”

The affectionate word would have made your knees feel weak any other time, but you can hear the taunt in it. The dare. You let out a shaky breath, hand clenching around the hem of your shirt.

“What… what the fuck just happened?” is all you manage to breathe out, head spinning, eyes going from the man you spend your days and nights with, your boyfriend, who is covered in the blood of the man, clearly now dead, limp on the gravel, stained with the puddle of red.

Johnny chuckles like you just said something funny and keeps walking around the truck and stops when he's right in front of you, looking down at your smaller frame. He’s a huge man, built like a fucking wall- it had always turned you on to a certain degree, and now it becomes an ever so present issue. The knife is back in its holster, but his hands are just as effective. But he doesn’t hurt you, no. He reaches a hand to your hair with faux sympathy, brushing it out of your face before he grabs at your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“Nothin’ you need to worry that pretty little head about. Get in the truck.”

… And you do. He opens the door for you, and you slowly get into the passenger seat, staring forward. He kisses your head, hand gripping your jaw in a show of dominance. You’re not getting away from him.

“Atta girl. I’ll be right back. You stay right here now.”

And he shuts the door for you, using his key to lock the truck. He slips it back into his jeans pocket, walking over to the body. He grabs the man and throws him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes with an annoyed grunt. You sink into your seat as he carries the body back to the farm like it’s a casual friday afternoon; just an annoying chore rather than a life he just took mercilessly.

You consider your options, you could jump out the open window, make a run for it, but he would find you eventually. He knows where you live. Besides, the farm is in the middle of nowhere; you’d be walking for miles before you found any sort of person or help. You’re not dressed for it either; you’d end up sunburnt with blistered feet. No way. So you sit. And you wait.

He returns 20 minutes later, clean of the spilled blood and with a new shirt, only this time you’re not prepared to complain about how long he was gone. You just stay still, quiet. He gets into the driver's seat, closing the door with a thud. He starts the truck, right hand coming to your knee.

“What’re you so silent for?”

He asks like he didn’t just slice a man's throat, letting go of your knee to pull a pack of Marlboro reds out of his pocket, he takes a cigarette out, puts it in his mouth, shoves the pack back into the denim and taking the lighter out of the cupholder with the cigarette still hanging from his lips, and he lights it. He takes a lazy drag, putting the lighter back in the cupholder. He puts it between his lips with two fingers, lazily gripping the steering wheel with the other while he starts to pull out of the driveway.

You take a second, still not sure what to do, when he speaks up again, taking the cigarette out of his mouth.

“You ignorin’ me now, huh? Cut that shit out.”

With a shaky, silent breath, you do. “You killed him.”

He snorts, letting out a puff of smoke out the open window

“And what about it? You don’t come onto someone else's property and think nothin’s gonna happen. His own damn fault. He and his stupid friends, look where it got em."

“... have you done that before?” a quiet, fearful question, unable to tell if you’re scared of being next or just scared that you’ve been sleeping next to a killer. Probably both.

“I do what I have to do. Like I already said, don’t worry that pretty head about it. You’re not gonna like the answer. It’s just how it is.”

With quiet and still fearful defeat, you look out the window, the smell of cigarettes making you feel even more lightheaded than you already were; him being a chronic smoker is now the least of your worries.

He drives in silence for a minute, with you just staring out the window, the rush of wind from the open car window giving you the much-needed air as he finally finishes the cigarette. What felt like hours was only maybe 3 minutes. He snuffs it out, and throws it out the window, glancing over at you. He sighs in irritation, his hand coming to rest on your thigh this time.

“You gonna be good for me?”

There’s no silver lining on a fucking disaster. But you’re not gonna leave him, he wouldn’t let you anyway. You want to live, you’re almost done with college, have a decent apartment, an attractive boyfriend.. Nothing has to change. You won’t let it, you can’t let it. So you nod.

“... it’s you and me?” you quietly say, looking over at him. He grins like a devil.

“You and me. There’s my girl.”

And that’s what you are, Johnny Slaughter’s girl. And now his willing accomplice. Wouldn’t want the pretty boy going to jail… So you lean over, kiss his cheek, and slump back into the passenger seat. He rubs your thigh, meant to be affectionate, you think, but everything about Johnny is rough, his hands, his tone, his attitude. You chose this, you chose him. And this is how it is, the cycle of life, the food chain, the weak get killed, lambs to the slaughter. And the predators thrive.

You’ll stay close to the predator to keep yourself alive.