Watching The Conjuring 3 and like... Admittedly, I'm no expert on the Arne Johnson case but, like, he did kill a guy. He was charged with manslaughter and served jail time. He straight up killed a dude. And yet this movie spends almost 2 hours adamant that "actually, a demon did it so it's not his fault :("
Maybe we should stop doing this "based on a true story" thing when there were real deaths involved, idk, especially if you're not gonna handle it with some fucking tact.
𝗔/𝗡: omg okay this is my first time writing fanfiction since i was like 13 okay so bear with me!! also i have never written smut before so i’m sorry if it’s awful!! I DIDNT PROOFREAD THIS SO IM SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES!! this is written based on the character from the conjuring: the devil made me do it. NOT the real person.
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falling in love with your boyfriend arne came in waves, but sexual attraction towards him, didn’t. ever since your first interaction with that man, your thoughts towards him were anything but holy. it wasn’t something that you were proud of. everyone saw arne as a sweetheart, someone who you could call a shoulder to cry on no matter how well you knew him. someone who could be trusted with your drink at a party, and a beautiful man to be seen walking your daughter down the aisle. but thinking about him fucking you senseless? that was something that only y/n thought of. sure, she saw the stares from girls whenever he was pumping gas at the station, or working on a busy street, revving up a chainsaw. the way the sun worked down on his sweaty body, his skin glistening under the light fabric he wore, as he licked his lips and furrowed his brows in concentration. y/n knew she wasn’t the only one craving his attention, but in order to stay sane, she would pretend that the other women simply didn’t exist, and when she finally gained the courage to ask him out (despite how tipsy she had to get to be there) he smiled wider than she had ever seen him. looking up at her, his legs crossed with a water bottle in one hand, blocking the sun with the other, he lightly bit his lip trying to contain his grin as he so-enthusiastically said “i’d love to.” y/n never realized how much he was into her until that day. the way the sun was starting to set, illuminated against his eyes perfectly and if it had been any darker or if she had gotten any drunker, she probably wouldn’t have believed his answer. i mean, how could someone as perfect as arne johnson, agree to date her?
after she sobered up and spent the most magical night with him, she began to see her worth. she started looking in the mirror with the same eyes arne had given her. those eyes that showed his pure admiration. arne johnson had made y/n love herself.
y/n has been arne’s girlfriend for almost a year now, and every minute she spent with him, she would give her all. there truly was never a dull moment between the two. her past boyfriends were nothing compared to him. there wasn’t anything the the world that made her feel the way that arne made her feel. that filled her up the way he did.
it scared her at first. knowing just how much power he had over her, but frankly, she stopped giving a fuck. she stopped suppressing her moans whenever he bottomed himself into her, she stopped pretending she wasn’t head over heels in love with him whenever they had a disagreement. arguments never lasted long with them. she couldn’t go an hour without kissing his soft lips or combing through his hair with her fingers. her friends began to joke that she was obsessed with him, but deep down y/n knew they were right. arne johnson became her addiction and she found herself constantly needing a fix.
when shit hit the fan with the glatzel family, arne immediately became irritable. he would constantly find himself more needy and emotional. babysitting david didn’t feel like a job for him anymore. arne saw david as a little brother and knowing that something so awful as a demon could have their grip on him, drove him crazy, and the worst part was knowing he couldn’t do anything about it.
she wanted to keep him as far away from the house as possible when he got like this. he threw his keys on the kitchen counter of their shared apartment, the loud clanging noise breaking her from her thoughts. she could feel his eyes burning into her skull the whole time. y/n immediately kicked off her shoes and made her way to the bedroom to get changed. she peeled off her sweater and started unbuttoning her jeans. meanwhile, arne found himself having a temper tantrum in the living room. he turned the tv on and flipped through channels before stopping at the sound of a moan. a scene of a woman being pressed against a door played. the film was black and white, her hair curly and dark, as she smiled with her teeth through her deep lipstick.
“why, i’d never misbehave, mr. bradley!”
arne broke his composure, looking over his shoulder to make sure y/n wasn’t watching. the scene was lewd and filled with innuendos while still being classy enough for television. his eyes were glued to the softporn, as the couple began making out.
“i know you wouldn’t. not to me you wouldn’t.”
the tall man began nipping at her neck as she let out a loud giggle. arne found himself imagining y/n as the woman on the screen instead. he imagined her in that tight white dress she loved so much, her leg wrapped around his as she moaned lightly in his ear. arne rushed to turn it off before sitting in the silence, a bulge now evadent in his trousers.
“fuck.” he muttered, his eyes a darker tint than normal, as he looked back at the hallway before deciding to walk in.
y/n was now in nothing but one of arnes shirts and panties. she sat under the blanket, reading through a book. she was ready to go bed, before her boyfriend towered through the door, lustfully looking down at her.
“are you okay?” she asked, immediately worried considering how upset he was earlier. he approached her as she sat up, still under her favorite blanket. he didn’t say anything and just simply stood infront of her, looking down at the girl. the way he looked at her, made a chill run up her spine. he had never looked at her that way before. the arne she was looking at, didn’t look like her oh-so-sweet arne she fell in love with. but, she kind of liked it. y/n was embarrassed to admit that her panties were starting to get wet just by seeing the way he looked down at her. like he was going to destroy her.
“arne?” her voice trembled as his eyes trailed down her body. “give me your hand.” he growled, his eyes flicking back up to meet hers. y/n’s eyes widened as she tried to figure out just what the fuck was going on.
“umm, okay.” she shuffled closer to the edge of the bed and held her hand out, assuming he wanted to hand her something. instead he roughly grabbed her wrist making her yelp, and turned her hand flat against his chest. her eyes were glued to her fingers as she watched him move her right hand under his shirt and start to trail up his abs. he stared at her desperately the whole time.
“babe.. what are you doing?” she became breathless and grew more anxious by the second. arnes lips slightly curved up, smirking down at her before holding his big hand up against hers, making her feel his warm skin.
“you know how disappointing you are?” y/n found it hard to swallow as she looked up at her boyfriend in terror. never has he ever talked to her like this. it was almost like he was possessed.
“i- i’m sorry?” she lightly shook her head, looking into his eyes, waiting for this spell on him to break. her mind was racing a thousand miles a minute and her mouth became dry, unlike her panties.
arnes jaw hung low as he pressed his tongue against his cheek. he looked smug and amused by y/n’s obliviousness.
“it’s so easy to make you cum, i mean you’re already dripping when i’m just getting started.” he roughly yanked her arm and she perched herself on her knees, balancing on the bed and immersed by the words he was saying.
“well, i-“
“and it’s like that every fucking time.” their faces were now almost touching. she could feel his hot breath against her face and she was too scared to breathe. this was undeniably turning her on. a smile stayed etched on his face, as he gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing.
y/n was excited as ever. “i- im sorry arne.”
“no you aren’t.” he spit words of venom, grimacing at her obvious lie.
“if you were, you would spend less time playing with yourself under our sheets, and more time sucking my cock.”
y/n gasped at his words as he dragged her to her feet by her hair. it hurt more than she expected it to, but the euphoria in her veins was enough to numb it. he lifted her up so her body was pressed against his, her legs wrapping around his torso. the blanket that was previously wrapped around y/n’s body, was now draped across the floor.
”you are such a fragile, dirty girl. you know that?”
arne began kissing at her neck, her back up against the bed and his fingers pressed against her heat.
“mmhmm.” y/n’s eyes were screwed shut, as she bucked her hips up to meet his.
“oh, so you admit it?” he pulled away and looked her in the eyes before groaning and grabbing her legs so they were dangling off the bed.
he dropped down to the floor, his hands gripped on y/n’s thighs as her spread her legs open.
“oh fuck, arne.”
“don’t say my name. you don’t deserve to say my name, you fucking slut.” he bit down roughly on her thigh, making her yelp in pain, yet still, she liked it.
“oh my god.” y/n knew she wasn’t going to last long. she never really did. usually they would go rounds spent making her cum over and over again.
“you are so easy to use.” he pressed the pad of his finger up against her entrance, his thumb pressed to her clit. “god i could fuck you all day long. my pretty little y/n”
her back began to arch as she begged him to do something. “be patient, angel.”
arne pulled her underwear down her legs before thrusting his fingers inside her. he didn’t give her any time to adjust and she screamed out praise.
“oh fuck yes fuck!” he smiled up at her obviously pleased by her response.
“does that feel good, baby? you like when i fuck your with my fingers?”
“god, yes please.” she clenched around him as she felt tears start to fall down her face. the speed was  ruthless and the noises her pussy made was enough to embarrass her, the dirty words he whispered just made it worse.
“you are so tight, you know that?” he wrapped his hand against the back of her neck, forcing her to look him in the eyes, the position was uncomfortable but he didnt care.
y/n nodded her head, feeling her wetness drip down her thighs. the heat contained under the shirt she was wearing, made it feel like she couldn’t breathe. her mind was completely empty and all she could feel was arne playing with her body, using her however he wanted to.
“i mean,” he placed a messy kiss right at the bottom of her tummy, before using his fingers to stretch her out further, “i’d fuck you all day if i could, but you are just so pathetic, i can barely even fit inside you.”
at this point, y/n was sobbing, feeling herself overstimulated when arne pulled out, edging her.
“FUCK, no no please, please…”
“please what, princess?” arne smiled up at her, not a wicked smile, but a genuine smile.
“please let me cum, fuck, please. i cant.” nothing y/n was saying made any sense, but arne understood her completely.
“good girl, get up.” y/n looked at him with confusion as he stood up and unbuttoned his shirt a little. if she had a camera, y/n would have definitely snapped a picture of this. his skin was glowing and his hair was a mess. he looked absolutely beautiful.
arne sprawled out on the bed before motioning his girlfriend over with his hand, “come sit on my face baby girl.” the way arne said it was so innocent and effortless that y/n wasn’t sure if she imagined it.
“don’t be shy.” y/n gulped and suddenly felt self conscious. “i know you can’t handle my cock so let’s see if you can handle my tongue.” he pulled her in for a needy, yet romantic kiss, and suddenly all of her worries and doubts faded away. butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she lowered herself onto his face. he quickly started lapping at her clit, making figure eights with his tongue as she whispered praise and sweet nothings before riding his face. his fingernails were engraved in her thighs, leaving marks. he was enjoying this.
he pulled away for a quick second, looking up at her, muttering a quick “so good” before going back for more. his lips sucked on her clit before fucking her with his tongue. the whole scene was so erotic and the fact that he was fully clothed made it even hotter. the absolute neediness was a dream, milking her out until she couldn’t take it anymore. his nose pressed against her clit, moaning her name against her pussy as she came undone all over her face riding out her high. he lightly slapped her ass before kissing her softly, whispering a sweet “i love you” before grabbing her by the neck, forcing her to stand.
the sheets were soaking and her legs were like jello, shaking. she could barely stand still and he knew it. he led her to the ground, making sure she didn’t hurt herself, before placing her on here knees. she looked up at him, batting her eyelashes, waiting for his next move.
he smiled down at her before unbuckling his pants, throwing his belt on the bed and commanding a very needy yet confident request.
Summary: Arne hurts his ankle at work and Y/N takes care of him but Arne only wants one thing.
Warning(s): cursing (obviously), smut, use of pet names (good girl, love, darling), praise kink, kinda sub Arne?, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral (fem and male receiving), daddy kink, riding, hair pulling, like tiny mention of liking pain?( It’s only like one sentence), choking kink, couch sex.
A/N: this is not proofread bc I’m so tired so enjoy <3
You were at work when you got the call. Arne had fallen off some latter at his work and twisted his ankle. You knew this would happen at some time and when you told Arne your concern he’d said “Don’t worry about it love, I’m careful.” And you took his word for it but here you are now, helping him out the car and into your shared house.
“You know, I knew–”
“I know, you knew this would happen.” Arne laughed lightly, you shook your head and helped him up the stairs, “You know what’ll help me heal? You staying in bed with me all day.” Arne turned to you and kissed you, he grabbed your waist with one arm while the other held onto the railing. You kissed him back, backing away after a few seconds and giving him a soft smile.
“One hour, then I have to clean.” One hour turned into two then to three and so on. All because of Arne's amazing convincing, you’d stay in bed for hours and even fell asleep.
It was six am when arnes alarm clock rang. You groaned at the noise and hit it and turned around, facing Arne and indulging in his warmness.it was a few minutes till you remembered you forgot to clean. You tried to slowly pull away from Arne, trying not to wake him but failed. He woke up with a soft groan and noticed you weren’t next to him so he sat up and saw you looking through your drawers.
“Come back to bed Y/N,” Arne whined, you looked back and shot him a smirk as you pulled out a pair of shorts.
“I have to clean Arne. Your family is coming over tomorrow.” You walked to Arne, bending down to give him a tender kiss. You were about to pull away till Arne pulled you back onto the bed, and over him. You backed away only a few inches and laughed softly, “Arne, I’d love to stay in bed with you and cuddle but I don’t want your family to think we live all dirty, I need to make a good impression.”
“You’ve already met them,” Arne gave you a fast kiss before continuing his sentence, “they love you, you don’t need to impress them.” You shook your head and rolled off him, grabbing the shorts when you got up. You changed into them quickly while Arne watched you. You gave him one last kiss before you started to clean downstairs, sweeping the dirt out and washing some dishes. You were too busy swaying your hips to the song that had been playing, call me by blondie to notice Arne came down the stairs, holding onto the railing tightly, trying not to fall.
When you felt arms wrap around your waist you flinched and turned around instantly to see Arne. You calmed yourself and stop putting away the dishes, “I love this song.” Arne whispered into your ear, giving you a small kiss on your neck.
“I know.” You softly let out when Arne sucked on your sweet spot, “Arne,” you pushed him away lightly and leaned on the counter, wrapping your arms around his neck, “You have to get back in bed, you know what the doctor said.”
“It’s lonely without you.” He groaned, kissing and sucking at your neck again. You laughed a little but the laugh turned into a moan when he sucked on your sweet spot. You felt as if your legs turned into jelly, but you didn’t fall luckily since you held yourself on the counter. You grabbed his cheek and turned his face, giving him a kiss. Both of you made your way to the couch where you don’t have to worry about Arne putting any weight on his twisted ankle.
You pushed him onto the couch, straddling his waist. His hands immediately went to your waist, pulling you closer. You started to kiss his neck, and down his chest to his pants. He looked down at you panting as you pulled down his shorts and his boxers.
You grabbed the base of his cock and kitten licked the red tip that practically begged for attention. Arne let out a breathy moan once you did. Youlooked up at him as you took his red tip into her mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. Arne moaned rather loudly, grabbing onto your hair. You moaned the slight pain, and you took the hint to take him fully. Arne groaned as you bobbed your head up and down, enjoying the sweet noises of Arne groaning and moaning as you did. Arne tightened the grip on your hair, and you knew exactly he was close to his release. You used your hands, jerking off the cock you couldn’t fit in your mouth before you heard Arnes loud moan, his seed pouring into your mouth. You swallowed his cum before getting up and wiping your mouth.
You straddled his waist again, kissing him deeply. Arne moaned into the kiss, wrapping his hand around one side of your throat. While his other hand lifted up your sports bra, exposing your bare chest. You gasped at the air hitting your chest, nipples hardening immediately. Arne kissed the valley of your chest before Arne took your nipple into his mouth;sucking and biting occasionally. You moaned as he did, your hand gripping his hair. He groaned against your chest. You felt his hard on press against your thigh, making you more wet if that was possible. He pulled away and gave you another kiss, gripping your hips, you knew those would maybe be a bruise later but you could care less.
Arne moved you so you were sitting on the couch and he on the floor, you raised your eyebrows in confusion till he looked up at you, holding your shorts. You nodded in consent. Arne pulled down your shorts and panties, kissing the inside of your thighs. He moved your legs to rest on his shoulders. You whimpered at the delicate kissed along the inside of your thighs. He looked up at you one last time before finally licking from your slit to your clit; sucking on it once he reaches your clit. You moaned loudly, covering your mouth with your hand.
“Eh, did daddy say you can cover your sweet moans?” You moved your hand from your mouth, immediately moaning again when he sucked on your clit again. He used one hand to hold down your waist, while he used his other to swirl his thumb around your slit. You were already a moaning mess for the Brunet. He pressed his lean fingers into your cunt, looking up at your face as it twisted in pleasure. You wanted to buck your hips but his hand was holding your waist down.
The coil in your stomach tightened as he continued to eat your out. You could barely keep your eyes open but Arne was enjoying how sexy you looked when you were in ecstasy.
“Ar-Arne I’m gonna—” before you could finish you felt the coil in your stomach unravel. Arne continued to pump his fingers in and out till you finished, panting as you did. You pulled Arne up, moving so you were on top again, kissing him and moaning when you tasted yourself when you kissed him.
“Cmon, ride daddy’s cock.” You moved up, lining your slit up with his cock. Arne moved his hand so he can run his cock through your folds, teasing you. You threw your head back and moaned loudly, before your head was moved to kiss Arne. He pulled you down, holding onto your hips as you sank on his cock. You groaned into his neck, gripping onto his shoulders as you began to move your hips. Arne groaned and held your hips tighter, moving you up and down. You picked up a rhythm, moving your hips up and down, while kissing and sucking on his neck.
“Feel so perfect,baby.” Arne groaned, throwing his head back to rest on the couch. You whimpered at the praise, going faster. “whos this cunt belong to huh?”
“You,” you moaned, Arne wrapped one hand around your throat, not enough to cut your air but enough to cause you pleasure. The coil that was familiar started to twist again in your stomach. Arne added more onto the pleasure when he moved his free hand to draw circles on your clit, making you moan loudly into the crook of his neck. You felt the yourself unravel, not enough time to tell Arne but he knew by how you clenched around him. He groaned as he released his seed into your tight cunt. Your hot breath was on his neck before you flopped beside him, panting heavily.
