#thread: johnny

[collectingmuses]

@deepredkitchen liked for a starter:

"I dunno how you do it, red." Johnny said, shrugging his shoulders in a lazy roll. "The whole team thing...I don't think I'm cut out for somethin' like that. I mean, tried it before...no one even remembers the Champions these days."

[collectingusfw]

@emmatriusfw asked:

Situational: 19MF for Johnny & Satana

"Fuck, 'Ana..." Johnny moaned as soon as the kiss broke, rough hand feverishly tugging at her clothes, eager to get the demon undressed. You can't say the duo didn't make up for lost time whenever they got back together. The night had been romantic...dinner, dancing, cuddling and stolen kisses...but now that they were back at her penthouse, lust took over.

"Bend over." he growled, just as he tore down her pants. Satana herself had just gotten him out of his own clothing before he uttered the order. She winked, grinned, turning and purposely pressing her rear against his hard member as she slowly bent over the end of her sofa.

Johnny didn't wast any time, slipping himself into her wet, tight walls, shamelessly moaning her name as he thrust deep. He leaned forward, chest to her back, a hand bracing himself on the armrest. Hips bucked hard, pistoning into her at a rough pace. Flesh slapped loudly against flesh, the biker holding nothing back, intent on showing his lover how much he missed her, how much he needed her.