This But With My Sister

could you do johnny cade x fem reader

johnny comes back from a rumble and reader cleans him up and etc... 😼

────۶ৎ patching up

your boyfriend got into a rumble, uh-oh! quick, choose what to do!

warnings : canon typical violence & classism, pure tooth-rotting fluff!

ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: caring for johnnycakes' wounds after a fight, coming right up ma'am!

The first knock on the door is timid. The second is louder. The third sounds like someone’s leaning their whole weight against it, and that someone has definitely lost the ability to care about the sanctity of sleep.

It’s 2:07 AM.

You shuffle down the hallway, wrapped in your favorite robe, hair in a lazy braid, blinking through sleep. The porch light flickers as you swing open the door-

-and your heart drops straight to your toes.

There stands Dallas Winston, all crooked teeth and bleeding knuckles, looking like he got into a brawl with a brick wall and only barely won. And half-slumped beside him, leaning on Dally’s arm with the quiet desperation of a boy too proud to ask for help, is your boyfriend.

Johnny Cade.

His lower lip’s split, his right eye’s puffing up like a blueberry, and his poor knuckles are raw and scraped to hell. He looks like he’s been through a tornado, a bar fight, and an exorcism all in one night—and your chest goes tight.

“What the hell?!” you gasp, grabbing for Johnny immediately, one hand to his cheek, the other catching his wrist.

Dally barks a laugh, stepping aside so you can usher Johnny in. “Chill out, sweetheart. We won.”

“Won? Won?!” you snap, eyes shooting daggers at him as you guide Johnny to the couch like he’s made of porcelain. “Are you insane, Dallas Winston? You look like someone ran you over with a damn Ford! And Johnny-”

Johnny blushes. The tips of his ears go pink, his gaze glued to your floor like it might swallow him up and save him.

Dallas just smirks. “Don’t go blaming me, doll. Your little boyfriend over here—” he gives Johnny a hearty slap to the back that nearly knocks the poor boy over “—started it.”

You spin toward Johnny, mouth open, scandalized. “You started it?!”

Johnny mumbles something that sounds like “He looked at me wrong,” and you can’t even process it before Dallas is already halfway out the door, throwing a wink over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave you two lovebirds to your mating season. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“DALLAS—!”

Too late. The door slams behind him, and it’s just you and Johnny and the soft, steady beat of your heart trying not to explode.

You sigh, turning back to him.

“Alright, Mr. Rumble Royale. Get your butt to the bathroom. I’m getting the first-aid kit.”

Johnny opens his mouth to argue—but you give him that look, the one that says Don’t test me, Cade, and he shuffles off in silence, cheeks aflame.

Fifteen minutes later, he’s sitting on the toilet seat, shirtless, with a towel over his lap and that helpless baby deer look in his big brown eyes as you dab at the dried blood on his cheekbone.

“Ow-ow, babe, easy!”

“I am being easy,” you mutter, dabbing extra carefully now. “You know what’s not easy? Watching my boyfriend get dragged into my house by a human cigarette burn in a leather jacket at two in the damn morning.”

Johnny chuckles, then winces. “Sorry.”

You kiss his temple. “You better be.”

You trail kisses across his cheek, featherlight and sweet, every brush of your lips an apology for the sting of the disinfectant. Johnny sighs into them, leaning into your touch like a flower turning toward the sun.

He’s so warm. So boyish. So broken-in and soft and yours.

“Starting fights, huh?” you murmur between kisses. “That how it is now?”

“He shoved me when Dallas n'I were walkin',” Johnny huffs, eyes low. “Didn’t even say sorry. Just laughed. Like we were dirt. I wasn’t gonna let him get away with it.”

You pause.

“You’re such a silly one,” you whisper, stroking his hair back. “Since when does it bother if socs think you and Dally are trash, huh?”

Johnny goes red as a cherry soda. “since I started goin' out with you”

“that so?” you hum, a smile on your lips, kissing the tip of his nose.

You clean his knuckles next, brushing over every scrape and bruise with warm water and even warmer hands. He hisses when you touch a particularly bad one, but you kiss the pain away immediately, letting your lips linger on his skin.

“You spoil me,” Johnny breathes, eyes fluttering shut.

“Good. You deserve to be spoiled.”

You rub ointment into the bruises on his ribs, careful and reverent, and he melts under your hands like butter on a summer sidewalk. He’s quiet now. Humming. Drowsy. A sleepy little housecat being doted on.

“I love you,” you whisper. “So much. Even when you act dumb. Especially then.”

“I love you too,” Johnny mumbles. “If getting my ass kicked gets me this, I’m gonna pick fights every week.”

You smack his shoulder—gently. “Johnnatan Cade, don’t you dare.”

“Can’t help it,” he grins, dazed and golden. “I just like when you take care of me.”

˖☆ COWBOYS ☆˖

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…(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) asks are being reopened next week. I was sick. — R☆

cw: size kink, belly bulge, unprotected sex, rough sex, lmk if i missed something

You knew Tsukishima was big.

It wasn’t just his height—it was the way he carried it, the way his broad shoulders framed your body when he pressed himself over you, the way his long fingers wrapped effortlessly around your wrists, pinning them above your head with zero effort.

But knowing he was big? That was different from feeling it.

And right now, you felt every inch of him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice strained as he bottomed out, his forehead pressing against yours. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You could barely respond, nails digging into his forearms, body stretched around him in a way that had you shaking. Tsukishima always made you work for it—made you take it, slow and steady, until your body adjusted to the sheer size of him.

But tonight?

Tonight, he was impatient.

“Look at you,” he breathed, one hand sliding down to press against your lower stomach. You gasped at the sensation, the pressure making you feel even fuller, like you couldn’t take any more of him, like he was already too deep.

But that only made him smirk.

“Feel that?” he murmured, pressing down just enough to make your breath hitch. “That’s me, baby. All the way inside.”

Your whimper made his cock twitch inside you, and fuck, he felt it.

“God, you’re taking me so well,” he groaned, leaning down, his lips ghosting over your jaw as his hips rolled forward, slow and intentional. “Knew you could handle it. Knew you could take all of me.”

The stretch was overwhelming, every movement sending shivers up your spine, but the feeling of his hand on your stomach? Feeling just how deep he was? It made you dizzy.

“You like that, huh?” His voice was smug, his breath hot against your ear. “Bet none of those other guys ever fucked you like this.”

You clenched around him, and his smirk dropped, replaced by something hungry.

“Oh?” His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled back—just enough to leave you feeling empty—before snapping his hips forward again, hard. “That get you going, baby? Knowing you can see how deep I am?”

Your only answer was a breathless moan, your back arching, body begging for more.

And Tsukishima?

He gave it to you.

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