RP/Ask blog for Johnny Slaughter/Sawyer from TCM the game.
Uh, first time doing a roleplay type blog, but figured it would be fun to mess around with. So ask BadManJohnny anything, and I do mean anything~
This will be an 18+ RP blog, it will deal with blood, gore, violence, drugs, alcohol, and sexual themes/content. All intended for a MATURE audience, much like the game and the movie(s) it is based on.
Seems I need to emphasis on the 18+ part. If you are below this age please do not follow or leave asks, I'm not in any mood to be falsely labelled a P word just because you can't follow the rules. And yes, I will be checking profiles and blocking accordingly.
And with that, this RP Blog is for fun, so let's have fun and keep it drama free pretty please~♥
About Johnny Slaughter/Sawyer
Age: 28
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200lbs
Year of Birth: 1945
Star Sign: Virgo
Occupation: Farm Hand/Mechanic (self taught)
Setting: Early 70s, around '72/early '73, before the first movie
BadManJohnny can be both soft and sweet (to lure victims in) or sadistic and monstrous when he needs to be. Err on the side of caution when you ask him anything or you might end up in one of his fridges in the Cold Room. Or maybe sharing a cold one in his shack~ ♥
(Shiny new banner commission made by @splendidsneb ♥)
Currently: June... Half the year already gone by and summer may as well already be here with hot days kicking off in the high nineties to the low hundreds. It's a harder season for the Family business but Johnny makes due with what he has at his disposal, but he honestly would rather be lounging in the basement staying cool. Either in his little mancave or even his cold room when it's triple digits out.
Go ahead and ask anything~ If there's anything certain you would like to RP with Johnny just leave it in the ask at the bottom, ie: Rush Week Johnny. Also hippie voodoo cultist witchcraft shenanigans are more than welcome, hell. I enjoy it, Johnny might not, but I sure do~
Under the cut will have rps that are at least a few weeks old, give or take, linking back to the last post with the name of who Johnny was with and a short snippet. Will also have 18+ warnings if it's NSFW.
Under the cut will also have any short stories I do up and some "fun-facts" about BadManJohnny~
And just recently added some RP expectations/guidelines at the bottom.
BADMAN RPS
Johnny/Lee - Pec Petting
Johnny&Millie - Out on a date to the carnival
Johnny/Dommymommy - 18+ content, fucking in the shack
Johnny/Dommymommy - 18+ content, sick boy Johnny
Johnny/Kat - Sissy brings home a new friend, one not for the chili or as a plaything for Johnny
Johnny/Olivia - In the middle of the field where no one can hear you scream, or moan.
Johnny&Stella - Draw him like one of your French girls~
(If you feel like you need a break just say as much and I'll put it here for future use ♥)
BADMAN SHORT STORIES
Vampire Bat Johnny - Part 1 2
DBD Blood Moon Event
BADMAN FUN FACTS - (contains NSFW)
Johnny likes to sleep belly down and in the nude at night considering he has no air conditioning and some nights the Texas heat is too much to bare so it's easier to just wear nothing at all
wakes up every day with a 'morning glory'
cock size is 8" hard and 2.5"/3" soft (how else is he fitting in those tight ass jeans?)
man is also uncut
still has frequent nightmares about killing Maria and still sees her ghost now and then, but has grown jaded by her efforts to 'haunt' him
he won't admit it, but he likes having his ass smacked, the harder the better
loves chocolate
enjoys listening to country, rock, and metal
does not like having his facial scar touched
(Will add more as more ideas/head canons come to mind)
NEW: Adding this as a sort of 'Expectations/Guidelines for RP' section.
-Friendly Reminder here on the topic of Godmoding/Powerplay.
-TLDR: Johnny is the roleplay character I am playing, please don't control him in any way, shape or form. IE: movement, talking, actions, etc.
-One or a few paragraphs is usually fine, keeps it simple and then we both get time to interact with each others characters better. More is fine, but sometimes too much is more of responding to it than interacting because interactions get lost in the wall of text. Missed opportunities and all that.
Edit: The only exception to this is the first paragraph setting the mood. That can be long and generous, gotta have some set up but after that I'd like to keep it simple.
-Not to be rude or nothing, but I can't read minds. If there is a certain direction you wish to go when it comes to anon ask RPs and it's not conveyed then I won't know where to go with it. Just be blunt, even leave a note at the bottom if you have to but if you're looking for sexy time with Johnny then you're gonna have to let me know or he'll just be a coy bastard.
-Pretty much you, the anon, are in control of the narrative of the RP. I can take it some places but again, not a mind reader.
-I don't like the use of 'You' in an RP as it sounds like you're trying to RP with me and not Johnny. Which makes me a little uncomfortable. I'll only use You when I have no idea the gender of who is asking questions or rping, but I mostly use they/them.
-Out of fairness for the roleplay, my Badman Johnny isn't allowed to kill. If you wish for him to be rough, then it'll have to be asked of him. Otherwise he's just a declawed cat and doesn't consider the option.
(My man isn't as blood thirsty, ruthless, narcissistic, or manipulative as the real Johnny. Much as I'd love to RP this side of him.. need the practice for mean boy rather than soft boy)
-If you would like to message me to brainstorm an idea then be my guest. I am open to the idea of getting something together.
*She squeals and giggles as he holds her with his arm*
"Hey!! Pfft!! Well...of course I'd taste good like that!...though I don't know what a meataroni is, I'm just sayin, you don't think my fatty bits would taste chewy or greasy?...OH! hey! How do you think my boobs would taste? You'd get a lot of meat from those!~"
*She grabs her boobs through her shirt and bounces them a bit to him*
"I got some knockers on me, so you're sure to love those parts...even if you don't eat em...~"
*She suggests while rising her eyebrows to him*
- Brat
"Mmm.. meataroni, a delicious combination of ground meat, macaroni noodles, an' spaghetti sauce all cooked inta one delicious meal.. Though as fer chewy or greasy? Eh, chewy has its place but greasy.. Damn, I love a good greasy cheesy pizza or burgers with fries." Johnny hums happily.
The man may eat garbage food but he could more than make up for it in hard labor and a good chase. Though his attention immediately turns down, watching those breasts bounce as he pursed his lips in thought.
"Hmm, ain' much good eats there, but yer right on that account. Can' deny a- as ya say- 'nice set'a knockers'. Heh heh, sadly ain' so good cold. I much prefer'em warm, like yerself currently. As annoyin' as ya was before, you've grown on me. Climb on me, kept me entertained on this mundane sort'a day. Suppose, like my insane Family, ya fit right in." He says while lazily settling his chin on Brat's head, thick arm loosening around her for if/when she wanted to escape his hold.
(Sorry this took me so long to get to, I know you said take my time but I feel this took too long. Just been so tired lately... Life be tiring.)
"Handsome boy!" pinching and squishing his cheeks and rubbing them under her palms until they turned all rosy.
He just had to give her that silent, pearly white, golden boy grin, didn't he? Good lord.
"Oh, I'd just lay ya down and pet'cha and rub that big, strong belly all day long~ play with your hair and tell you what a good boy you are!" She couldn't resist suddenly nipping him— cuteness, handsomeness aggression or something like that. Duh!
"Feed you graaapes... Use my shirt to fan youuuu..." She just goes on and on.
Johnny chuckled lowly with amusement, still soaking it all in. "Ain' a dog no more, not that I'll say no ta any'a what'chur offerin' though~" He purred deeply, enjoying the more aggressive affection. "Mmm... temptin' but I might go all soft if I get coddled too much. Got a reputation ta keep an' all that, y'know, as the 'Badman'."
He laughed, he hadn't been much of a Badman in ages.
"Johnny, honey... You're testin' me, ain't you?" the woman husks, all low and slow— unable to conceal her own cheeky grin at his cheekiness, to bite and nip and nuzzle at her like that. She almost shakes her head.
With a purr, she just pulls him even closer— crushing their bodies together, intense and squeezing. Her legs locking around him as he grinds his hips up against hers in a wagging rhythm.
Just when she's about to coo and tease at him, she's cut off by the sharp gasp he makes her take when his teeth sink a deep and delicious bite into her like that. Arching when he dares to squeeze her ass like that. Making her push the meat of the juncture of her shoulder deeper into his bite. The deep crimson slowly bubbling up like it wants to be tasted and sipped down.
At first, she's not all too pleased with it, growling, flicking his bicep til the muscle gives a little spasm beneath it... But then? Oh, what the fuck is wrong with her— she wants more.
Trailing her fingertips up his back, all ginger and teasing, like tracing barely there shapes— she digs her nails in, deep and hard before absolutely raking them back down his back. Slow and rough.
"How many more you gonna leave...?" Hands trailing down and off his waist towards his arms, as if guiding just by sensation and suggestion— "got plenty more places worth biting and sucking from...~" obviously.
Her flicks to his arm are easy to ignore or not feel at all. Not with Johnny too enthralled with the rich blood he can taste around his teeth, his tongue flicking out to lap up the slow ooze of thick liquid. A little throaty groan threatens to go further than his chest but swiftly changes into a surprised grunt to sharp nails racking across his skin. Albeit his shirt was buffering some of the damage, he could definitely feel the stinging lines left in their wake. All that delectable pain going directly to the constricted bulge being crushed both in his jeans and between their hot and heavy bodies.
Finally letting go, he licked his red lips while listening to her taunt him further. Tease and tempt him with tasty little suggestions while he watch a few of those teeth mark pocked holes in her shoulder sluggishly offer up a few tantalizing droplets of blood. His booze addled mind stuck on watching but at the same time...
"Mmm... plenty indeed. Tits, thighs, ass, belly... so much free space ta sink my not-so pearly whites inta. Leave my mark... hell, why should I have all the fun? Ain' like ya haven't already clawed me up." He laughed, rolling his shoulders to feel those thin lines burn against the cloth on his back. Though he had to release her wonderful ass to plant his hands on both sides of her on the counter, mostly to keep balance as he swayed slightly. Not as invincible to the drink as he'd like her to think, but it didn't help he was also not fully thinking with the head on his shoulders.
"Gawddamn... I might have drank too much, not that I'm complainin' with where it's got me.. heh~"
*Brat listens and looks Johnny up and down before going to squeeze and feel up his arm*
"Ha! You!? All skin and bones? About...13 years ago?...your teen self's jaw would fall off seeing the you now."
*She lightly shoves him before rolling her eyes*
"Well...if you must know...I wouldn't want anyone else to kill, cook and eat me...just you! Also, if I were a stew, I feel like it would be greasy...you think I would be tasty though?~"
*She asks while sitting into his lap and laying against his chest, looking up at him*
- Brat
"Hard ta believe after lookin' at all'a this, right?" Johnny grinned cheekily, "Wasn' 'til all the back breakin' labor an' Family work that I got so big an' strong. Not like Hands but still pretty good."
Johnny liked the squeeze to his arm, flexing the thick muscle underneath before laughing at their little shove to him. Subject changed as he listened to their grip about being cooked and eaten, leaving him to hum softly.
"Cooked right I think anyone would be tasty~" he licked his lips just to be extra, "Also mighty kind'a ya ta only let me indulge in yer succulent meat. Meager as it is, you'd make fer a few good meals~"
Without warning, he wrapped one thick arm around Brat, laughing while saying, "Could chop ya up nice an' small! Make ya inta some meataroni or put ya on some skewers with some veggies ta cook over the barbeque~!"
Hey Johnny, I’ve had this oc in my head invading my brain for weeks and i wanna know what you would do if you met her….
Her name is Molly Maverick and she’s your typical Texan girl from a southern town. She grew up with a family like yours (err minus the killing) and she was pretty much bullied all her life by her parents or classmates, (due to her biracial identity). Her skin was brown and bruised from the Texan heat and her rough hobbies. When she had enough of her abusive mother she impulsively killed her while she was sleeping and ran away from her hometown, life, and the authorities. The feeling of killing made her feel a feeling she never felt before, power. She used her looks and youth (she was on the run for 4 years so she was 24) to lure men for rides and aid, she ended up killing them and eating them since she couldn’t draw attention to herself by barging into restaurants or stores, however she used different names and identities to find places to stay. She never quite liked company that didn’t benefit her. She became more reckless as the years passed and soon became a infamous figure, they called her Black Death but nobody knew she was a woman, she usually targeted older men, ones with families, “if they were worthless enough to cheat, they were worthless enough to kill” was her motto. I imagine the first time she would bump into you is if she was trying to kill you if i’m honest You were a handsome face that caught her attention and she played the part of a helpless innocent victim so you could help her with her car or something like that. She was a little kooky in the head but not to the plain eye but it was evident when she would make concerning remarks that made you realize what kind of human she was, and what she was capable of.
ermm if you can tell i watched bones and all and gothic americana has been a hyperfixation that can’t get out my head 🙏🙏🥹🥹
(make this however you want, don’t worry about it being inappropriate or violent bc we’re all whimsy freaks at the end of the day🫶🤩)
It was just like any other day for Johnny. When he got bored he would hop in his rusty truck and go cruising up and down the long, winding dusty roads. It was a nice relief to get away from his depressing shack and the oppressive house that loomed over it, just drive around and feel free for once. But that wasn't the only reason he took nice long drives around, he also liked finding 'unfortunate travelers' who had either broken down or ran out of gas.
How could that have happened around here? Heh~
It didn't happen too often, but when it did. It was like winning the lottery. Even more so if it was a lost looking young woman, desperate for help and easily swayed by a ruggedly handsome looking man. Such as himself~
Slowing to a crawl, he parked right beside her vehicle and with the most charming of smiles he would ask, "Need some help?" They always did, a look of relief and maybe a dreamy expression crossing their pretty if flustered features. Though... this one seemed almost too eager to see him. Excited even. It nearly threw him off his game, his brow raising slightly before he fell back into the charming Texan man come to the rescue as he moved his truck behind her to park then get out.
Unable to shake that something was off...
No, no, this was just another victim for him to enjoy. Play his role and when he can't 'fix' her car, offer to take her home to call a friend while he grabbed some 'spare parts'. Yeah, that was it. Easy. Like every other time.
Still her expression was off, no relief just a strange happiness, and her words even more so as she spoke to him about having car troubles. It almost sounded... rehearsed. But that was crazy, or so he thought until he got a look under the raised hood and saw nothing wrong with her vehicle. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise, just barely catching movement off to the side before he swiftly pulled away as the hood came crashing down where his head had been.
There was a knife in her hand now. A little switch blade, easily concealed somewhere on her person and a crazed look in her eye. The kind he's seen some many times back home right before blood was about to be shed or a nice long torture session was about to begin.
Huh, it was strange to be on this end of things. If anything, he was kind of impressed it came to this and how he couldn't believe he had been lured in. Should of trusted his gut, but hey. He liked his victims with a little fight in them~
Hey Johnny I just made homemade pretzels with cheese sauce that is also homemade Do you want to try it?
And I know you're going to ask me a question "can sissy and bubba try on too including Drayton and the grandpa?" Why yes they can try it including Hands, Bones, Nubbins, Chop Top, Nancy and the rest of ur folks!
Because I made a lot of homemade pretzels and the cheese sauce so there's enough for everyone including seconds!
I hope you like it!
"Damn right I do. Though I sure as shoot wasn' gonna ask that. If they want some they can come get some, I ain' sharin'." Johnny huffed while taking one of the pretzels and dipping it in some cheese sauce, taking a big bite out of it with a satisfied hum. "Hmmm, not bad~"
Tell me, what are your plans for Mother's Day with Nancy? (I think this shit is international)
Aw shit, is that comin' up again? Damn... uhh, normally I jus' grab a pot that ain' too broken up or cracked, slap on a coat'a paint then grab Sissy an' go find some pretty flowers ta put in it. Either out in the woods, off someone's lawn if we go into town or even from place sellin'. If I'm feelin' generous that year... Honestly depends on how much Nancy bothers me in the comin' months.. Otherwise there's the flowers with Sissy an' maybe a fresh corpse ta turn inta fertaliser or some'a her favorite fancy chocolates she likes.
Again, all depends on my mood an' hers. Lucky she gets anythin' some years, tch... not even a card.
Hey Johnny weird question to ask but when are you going to get a haircut. I get you rocking the good old long hair slick back Johnny, but you need a different haircut come on man. I would like to see you in different haircuts... You know?
Mmmm... nahhh. I rather like my look jus' the way it is; greasy, slicked back an' sexy~
Can' really see myself sportin' much else considerin' the convenience of my hairstyle, asides the one cowlick that keeps springin' free.. But that's asides the point. Unless y'kin show me somethin' better, this is it.
Don't worry I got u I was thinking something like this I mean come on you look sexy with this not going to lie
I promise I won't f***** up your hair just don't stalk me please But all jokes aside you will look good I'm not going to f****** your hair... Maybe, nah I'm kidding I like to keep my ass okay But all jokes aside I got you you are in great hands just don't move If you move I will shave your hair bald jk but anyways. Would it be funny if I shaved Nubbins's hair bald?
Oh hell nah!! I am not choppin' off that much'a my hair! You keep thems clippers away! Most I'll allow is a trim, TRIM, an' just a few centimeters at most! Nuh uh, y'ain' comin' anywhere near my hair now!
Fineeeee, but can I least massage your scalp pretty please instead of chopping ur hair bc my nails are long will not too long but now looking at that hair cut I show u Nahhh I think u look with ur og hair ngl
*As Johnny goes on...and on...and...on...the silly smile on her face soon turns to dread and deep concern*
"Oh...Oh jeez...you are crazy..."
*She sighs while sitting up before running her fingers through his hair and staring at his scar*
"Have you ever tried a thing called 'Suicide'? Heh, I'm kidding...seriously.."
*She shakes her head and looks mad*
"If it were me...I'd march right back into that Nancy ladies house and try again...I mean...have you ever thought about it? The life you could have had if it were not for her?? She...killed your real mother...so she could adopt you?!...I just....Why not have her own kid? And how have you not gone back to try again? I'm sure you could over power...anyone. Literally anyone. How the hell did she kick your ass? Were you drunk and stumbled over your own feet?...also...no judgment..but how much could you like someone if you just uh...nevermind. As long as 'big boy' don't come and saw my face in...I don't taste good, I'm all fatty meat. Kinda."
- Brat
At her comment about suicide, Johnny scoffed loudly, but also didn't deny it. The thought may have crossed his mind on a few occasions... But there was too much pride in him to let such thoughts drag him down.
Though at her second suggestion, he listened silently. Not even crunching on any chips as she popped off about his 'mother' and what he should do to her. His expression stoic and empty as she belted out questions his way before letting her finish, sighing tiredly.
"Lissen... I was only fifteen when she kicked my ass, half my size now and even skinnier then. Barely any meat on these bones jus' yet. An'... I guess I jus' lost interest in 'gettin' revenge' after some time, y'know... with her still willin' ta raise me an' all. Even if I was thrown inta this here 'doghouse', but that's what I get fer tryin'a kill a Killer I suppose..." he slumped back deeply into the couch, as if it would swallow him up, "Family, an' all that.. Family first. Why get mad over someone I never really knew? Nancy an' the rest'a them raised me, not..."
Scrubbing his face, he soon returned to munching on chips while saying and giving Brat a poke to her side, "Eh, could turn ya inta stew or somethin'. Cook knows his way 'round meats, kin make anythin' taste good."
bobby is Nubbins twin brother, there is two of them
Oh, goddamnit! No one calls 'im that, no one! Y'mean Choptop! An' no, he ain' around. Still deployed 'r somethin', crazy sumbitch... Probably havin' the time of their life.
I would love for Johnny to actually be in DBD, so he could chase down poor sweet Dwight.
I already am~
(Dwight and every other survivor the game has to offer. So much variety to sink his blade, or other things, into. And there's also the other Killers for him to "Play with".)
her thumbs pad and swipe under his heavy eyes, seeking to gently soothe him even more.
"Yeah, you would need to be called a handsome boy every day, wouldn't you? You'd probably wither away and die without hearing it!" All dramatic and playful, nuzzling her nose against his with a squeak.
"Just need a little cheerleader to keep that big ego of yours all big and inflated..." It's her. She'd so it single handedly for the rest of her life.
Johnny's eyes closed to those thumbs gently rubbing under them, a soft hum leaving his chest to her tender attention. It soon turned to a soft rumble of amusement. Yes, he would definitely wither away if he wasn't praised and coddled every day like the 'good boy' that he was.
The smirk on his lips widened, showing some of his pearly whites as he soaked it all in like a lazy fat undeserving house cat that just loafed around all day. Just hungry for any sort of attention.
Hey Johnny weird question to ask but when are you going to get a haircut. I get you rocking the good old long hair slick back Johnny, but you need a different haircut come on man. I would like to see you in different haircuts... You know?
Mmmm... nahhh. I rather like my look jus' the way it is; greasy, slicked back an' sexy~
Can' really see myself sportin' much else considerin' the convenience of my hairstyle, asides the one cowlick that keeps springin' free.. But that's asides the point. Unless y'kin show me somethin' better, this is it.
Don't worry I got u I was thinking something like this I mean come on you look sexy with this not going to lie
I promise I won't f***** up your hair just don't stalk me please But all jokes aside you will look good I'm not going to f****** your hair... Maybe, nah I'm kidding I like to keep my ass okay But all jokes aside I got you you are in great hands just don't move If you move I will shave your hair bald jk but anyways. Would it be funny if I shaved Nubbins's hair bald?
Oh hell nah!! I am not choppin' off that much'a my hair! You keep thems clippers away! Most I'll allow is a trim, TRIM, an' just a few centimeters at most! Nuh uh, y'ain' comin' anywhere near my hair now!
