i will give you a fat kiss if u write for johnny but make him manhandle tf out of us like he’s so big and manly i need him. ok bye ty i appreciate u <3
well bring those kisses anon bcuz i got u !
cw: degradation, drunk/rough sex, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk (we’re getting filthy, folks!), unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap dat willy !), use of the word “bitch” as a term of endearment from other women, possessive!johnny, some 127 members written to have girlfriends but no names specified, alcohol consumption, reader is intended to be chubby with a fuller figure
“baby? you almost ready?” you call from the bathroom to your boyfriend in the living room.
“yup. we should leave soon if we wanna get in before the line gets crazy.” johnny responds from his spot on your shared couch. he had been ready for nearly an hour now, but he knew better than to rush his girlfriend when it came to getting ready for a night out at the club. you’d trained him better than that.
“yeah, yeah.” you respond, your voice sounding slightly closer now as you finished putting on your final garments and grabbed your belongings. the sound of your perfume bottle opening and spritzing over your body is enough signal to johnny that it’s time to go. he stands as he hears your footsteps draw closer, heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “about time,” he jokes, stretching his long arms over his head “i was beginning to worry that we weren’t gonna make it- holy fucking shit.” he curses, immediately drawing a laugh from your lips.
you looked absolutely amazing. there was no other way to put it. your new dress was definitely doing more than a service to you, it was giving everything it needed to and more. the low cut garment made your chest look absolutely amazing and the risky slit in the bottom wasn’t any help either. you smile proudly as you watch your man take your new look in. you giggle softly, turning in a 360 to show off your outfit. the lacy, tight, black dress hugged your curves in the best way possible, leaving all of your long, beautiful legs on display and making your ass look even more incredible.
“john? my eyes are up here, honey.” you remind, snapping your boyfriend out of his trance and causing him to immediately beeline towards you. he scoops you up in a close embrace, arms coming to rest around your waist.
“you look gorgeous, baby.” he compliments, kissing you on the lips sweetly. “and to whom do i have to thank for making my girlfriend look so hot?” he asks, hands traveling south to playfully grab your ass.
you giggle again, swatting his hands away “the princess polly sample sale, actually.” you quip back, keeping the playful energy going.
“well, thank you, princess polly sample sale. thank you very much.” johnny jokes, drawing another adorable laugh from you. “i think it’s time we go listen to loud music and consume things that aren’t good for us. don’t you agree?” he chirps, grabbing your hand and reaching for his keys and wallet with the other.
“i think that’s a great idea.” you respond.
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the beat of the club fills your chest as the crowd sways along to the music. you nod along, enjoying your people watching from your spot next to johnny at your groups shared booth. since meeting johnny, you had gotten to get to know some of his fellow members and their romantic partners fairly well, enjoying many group hangouts and meals together. it was always enjoyable getting to know his members and brothers better as well as their partners whenever you all went out. it honestly made you feel like an important part of his life to be able to meet his second family.
currently, you were in the middle of a deep conversation with mark and his girlfriend over the best ice cream flavor. “dude, you literally can’t go into a store and willingly choose cherry garcia as your first option to eat when cookies and cream, aka the best flavor in the world, is literally right there.” mark babbles, words slurring slightly from the alcohol in his system.
you laugh at the unseriousness of the conversation, sipping and finishing your third drink of the night. “i’m sorry we’re not children, mark.” you shrug, his girlfriend nodding in agreement.
“we just have a mature palette! we aren’t easily entertained by boring shit like that.” she chirps, both of you laughing at marks drunken disbelief as he hangs his head in defeat. johnny smiles softly as he watches you bond with his best friend, hand softly running over you waist.
“another drink, honey? want some water?” he asks, kissing your shoulder sweetly. “you feeling alright?” he asks, checking in with you.
you turn your head to look at him, nodding softly. “m’ okay!” you respond, letting mark and his partner get deep into a new silly debate topic. you feel yourself sway slightly as the contents of your third drink in an hour begin to catch up with you. “wanna dance?” you ask, slurring your words slightly as you watch some of his fellow members move on the dance floor.
before johnny can even consider what you’ve asked or respond, the club dj has the brightest idea to put on what may be the worst possible song when a pretty girl who likes to show off to her boyfriend is drunk.
“LISTEN TO THIS TRACK, BITCH!” blares across the speakers, activating both you and marks girlfriend like sleeper agents and causing you to shoot up in your seats. the intro beat of no hands fills the clubs followed by many cheers and whoops. you both lock eyes, knowing exactly what needs to be done. you both lock hands, sprinting away from the booth before either of your men can complain or get up to follow. you both join the rest of the group including haechan, jungwoo, and yuta who were all completely sloshed out of their minds and bumping to the beat.
now, most of the time, you were a very modest and respectful girl. you never showed too much skin, always acted fairly calm and polite. very mindful, very demure. but all bets were immediately off the second anyone chooses to play waka flocka flame. and what normal person decides to not shake ass and move when that happens? nobody, exactly.
you dance next to your friends, head swimming from the alcohol and oozing pure sex appeal. you laugh and smile with your fellow girls as you dance your heart out, not caring who sees or cares. you feel your hand get grabbed by yuta’s girlfriend, raising it up for you to twirl. “shake some ass, bitch!” she encourages, the fellow girls cheering in excitement and hyping you up. you smile at the encouragement, turning towards the nearest surface to begin bending over before being suddenly stopped by a large hand on your waist.
oh yeah, maybe johnny wasn’t necessarily going to love that.
“sorry girls.” he intervenes, pulling you up and close to him as your fellow girl friends boo him. “i’m gonna get her some water, she’s had a lot.” he reasons, putting his free hand up in surrender.
he pulls you away quickly and firmly, hands tugging down the hem of your minidress to cover your ass fully. “wanna explain to me where that came from?” he asked, tone sounding slightly annoyed as he brought you back to the now empty booth to sit. he handed you a water bottle, “drink.” he commanded.
you felt a tinge of annoyance and anger in your gut as johnny slightly scolded you for having fun with your friends. “i can’t dance?” you ask, head tilting to the side and eyebrows knitting together over dramatically from the liquor. you stubbornly ignored the water, not wanting to give johnny the satisfaction of successfully telling you what to do like a bratty child.
“i never said that. but i don’t really love the idea of the entire club getting to have a peek at what’s mine.” he stated, “i don’t like watching other guys stare and what should only be for me. don’t like you just running off whenever you feel like it, either.” johnny reminds, his hand coming to rest on your thigh firmly.
“hmmm.” you hum, still feeling irritated by johnnys possessiveness over you. “what if i want the other men to stare?” you shoot back, a sly grin painting your lips. “what if i like showing others what they can’t have?” you tease, moving closer to johnny and pressing up against his side.
“then i would have to remind you who all that belongs to.” johnny quipped, eyes locking with yours intensely. you held the eye contact as best as your drunken self could, your drunken ego far too large to back down now. “you’re a little fucking brat sometimes, you know that?” he spat, annoyance lacing his tone.
“i don’t really care.” you slur, shrugging slightly. “i get to do whatever i like at the end of the day.” you hum, smiling to yourself as a feeling of pride for shutting your boyfriend up filled your chest.
“yeah?” he asks.
“yup.” you respond, popping the p sound as a smug look covers your face.
that pride was quick to leave as you felt a large hand firmly grip your wrist and begin to pull you up and away from the booth. you stumbled behind him slightly as johnny effortlessly moved through the crowd. you did your best to keep up, apologizing to anyone you accidentally bump into in the process. when you’re finally pulled out of the forest of people, you’re both met with a door down a hall slightly away from the rest of the crowd. johnny pulls it open, tugging you inside before shutting and locking it quickly. “dude, what the fuck!” you exclaim, getting ready to drunkenly bitch at johnny before suddenly being cut off by his lips on yours.
you make a small sound at the suddenness of it all, letting your boyfriend kiss you deeply as his strong hands grip your ass firmly. you feel his tongue enter your mouth, completely dominating the kiss and quickly overwhelming you. you take the sudden break for johnny to begin marking up your neck as a mini miracle as your chest heaves for air.
“j-john- baby- ah!” you whine, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the feeling of your boyfriend harshly marking up one of the most sensitive areas on your body. “ah~ we c-cant!” you protest, trying to convince johnny to save it for your shared apartment but to no avail.
he ignores your pleas, his hand coming down to yank up the tiny hem of your dress and pull your panties to the side, exposing your leaking cunt. you hiss at the feeling of cool air brushing against your twitching core as one of your hands travels down to grab johnnys wrist in an attempt to get him to calm down. “johnny, baby. let’s go home first..” you beg, your words still slurring slightly.
your hand was quickly swatted away by your boyfriend, causing you to whine even more before moaning softly at the feeling of johnnys rough fingertips rubbing your clit. you felt yourself melt inside a little, thighs twitching slightly as one of his fingers moved south to slowly enter you. you groaned at the intrusion, immediately loving the feeling of being filled up by your boyfriends large fingers. “there’s my girl.” you hear him tease in a deep, intoxicating voice. you can’t help but moan at the shiver it sends down your spine as you watch him add another finger. you let out a small yelp, trying to squish your soft thighs around his hand to get some sort of relief with no success.
“uh uh.” johnny shakes his head, prying your legs back apart as he begins to gain a rhythm in his two fingers, fucking you steadily. “gonna sit here like a good slut for me and take it, yeah? since you wanna act like a slutty girl it seems like i’m gonna have to treat you like one.” he says, grinding his palm down against your clit as he works his fingers into you for extra stimulation.
you moan at the pure obscenity of it all from the dirty sounds and dirtier words all the way down to the view of johnny’s strong hand between your thighs with your dress pulled up for easy access. “thought you were gonna wear this around me and not get fucked? silly girl.” he torments, his tone dark and taunting as he continues to work his fingers deep into your cunt. you can’t help but whine at johnny’s words as you feel a familiar heat in your belly begin to pool from the stimulation.
“please…” you beg, already sounding needy as you begin to slip into your subspace. you hold intense eye contact with him as he drills his fingers deeper inside of you, filling the bathroom with wet noises from your leaking cunt.
“please what? i kinda need some direction here, doll.” johnny teases, smiling evilly at your inability to form a proper sentence as he abuses your hole with his fingers. he pulls the two digits out of your twitching pussy, immediately forcing them into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. you let out a noise at the intrusion, sucking on the two fingers and running your tongue over them as you hold your eye contact with johnny.
you moan obscenely around the fingers, your brain completely fogged over from the intense pleasure and alcohol swarming in your head. the fingers are quick to be pulled away before you feel johnny pushing you down to your knees on the bathroom floor. you immediately feel a large hand in your hair tugging your head back to look up at your boyfriend. you felt your mouth begin to water as you watch him quickly unbutton his pants, pulling them down just enough to pull out his leaking cock. you go nearly cross eyed as the sight of the huge length in front of you, your instincts screaming at you to lean forward and take johnny all the way down your throat.
you’re greeted with the sweet sounds of johnnys groans as you take the tip into your mouth, running your tongue along the slit as you tease him carefully. “fuckin’ brat.” you hear him grunt before he’s roughly gripping your hair and forcing his cock all the way into your mouth. you instantly gag around the length, wanting to pull away but halted from johnny’s firm grip on your head keeping you in place. “uh uh.” he taunts, thrusting his cock down your throat, “gonna take this like the cheap fuckin’ slut you are.” johnny growls as he sets a ruthless pace.
“there we go.” johnny hums, his head falling back to look up at the ceiling as he uses your mouth like a sex toy, ruthlessly thrusting in and out of your mouth. you moan around the length, your eyes completely filled with tears that spilled over your cheeks, completely ruining your eye makeup. you end up reaching down into your ruined panties, rubbing your soaked clit for some sort of relief as you allowed your throat to get completely wrecked for your boyfriends pleasure.
“you just don’t wanna be good tonight, huh?” johnny interrupts, suddenly pulling out and holding your head up from his grip on your hair in the makeshift ponytail he was holding it in. he immediately tugged you up to your feet, smacking your ass harshly. you jump at the feeling, moaning softly at the sharp pain. he quickly and easily manhandles you over the nearby sink counter, pushing your chest down so you were bent over in front of him. “you really must’ve been trying to kill me wearing something like this, baby.” he chuckles, pulling the hem of your dress up to bunch it around your waist. “almost fucked you right there in the living room when i saw you.”
you moan at the praise, your brain going completely dumb from the arousal and alcohol swimming inside your system. you let out a little squeak at the feeling of johnny pulling your panties down your legs, not even bothering to take them all the way off before rubbing two fingers along your soaked slit. “fucking hell, baby. didn’t know me treating you like a slut would get you this worked up. maybe it’s your true colors showing, hm?” he teases further. you shake your head, trying to find the words to protest but being at a complete loss. “don’t lie, you fucking love it.” johnny taunts as he lines himself up behind you.
you feel all the air being punched out of your lungs as johnny fully slides into your leaking cunt in one swift motion, completely filling you up. “f-fuckkk~” is all you can moan out as johnny sets a ruthless pace, fucking you deeply and quickly. you arch your back further, pushing yourself back onto johnnys cock trying to chase more of his embrace. you feel his large hands come down to grip your hips tightly, definitely tight enough to leave noticeable bruises in the morning. “j-johnny, baby- fuck!” you cry out, your moans sounding strained as you get only louder.
“there we go. take it just like that.” johnny groans as he drills into your soaking cunt, filling the bathroom with the clapping sounds of his hips slamming against your ass. you feel him reach down to grab one of your legs from behind the knee and lift it up to rest it on the counter, fucking you even deeper and driving you impossibly crazier. you’re practically yelling now as your boyfriend completely abuses your pussy. “love this fuckin’ pussy, baby. all good just for me, yeah?” he praises, bringing a firm hand down to slap your ass hard enough to leave stinging red marks.
“y-yessss..!” you cried out as your eyes rolled back from the pleasure of being drilled into. again, you felt the pleasure you were feeling begin to build in your lower tummy, causing you to get even louder. “c-close, baby..” you choked out between broken moans as johnnys cock completely filled you.
“yeah? gonna cum on this cock?” johnny quipped back. “gonna let everyone know how good this dick makes you feel?” he hummed, leaning in closer to drape his long torso over your body. “cmon, give them a show. it’s what you wanted, right?” johnny degrades further, only making your brain go even foggier as he completely wrecks your pussy.
you feel your pleasure getting closer and hotter before johnny suddenly halts his thrusts, causing you to make a sound of confusion. “baby-“ you start, trying to turn around to face johnny before you feel a firm hand gripping your hair and tugging you up. you let out a gasp as your back is pressed flush against johnny’s front, forcing you to look up into the mirror in front of you both and finally get a look at just how wrecked you really were. your makeup had run down your face in dark streaks, making you look completely fucked out with your messy hair.
“look at how fuckin’ pretty my girl is, hm? you see why i don’t like other guys looking at you like this?” johnny says, his hands gripping all over your soft body as he locks eyes with you in the mirror. you nod at the words, completely hypnotized by your boyfriends touch and voice. you open your mouth to reply before being cut off by your own moans at the feeling of johnny’s cock slamming back into you from behind. “watch yourself while you take this fucking cock.” johnny commands, wrapping his strong arm around your neck and pulling you close in a firm chokehold as he fucks into you.
you feel your eyes roll back and moans grow louder at the feeling of your boyfriends cock absolutely destroying you. “johnny..!” you cry out when you feel the tip of his sex press against a familiar spot inside of you. “closeclose…g-gonna cum..” you warned as your entire body began to shake around him.
“cum for me, honey.” johnny begs, reaching his other hand down to rub your puffy clit quickly. “make a mess on this fucking cock, baby.” he groans as the rhythm of his hips finally begins to falter. you let out a loud cry at the feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit roughy accompanied by the filthy words.
“f-fuck!” you cry out as entire body shakes with your orgasm ripping through you. you feel tears begin to flow down your cheeks as your climax hits your body in one gigantic wave, making you squeeze around johnnys cock as you squirt all over his hand.
“f-fucking hell, baby..” you hear johnny groan before slamming into you one final time and filling your pussy with his warm cum. “just like that, there we go.” he grunts as his own orgasm wracks through him. the bathroom had now gone quiet, only being filled by the sounds of your panting breaths and soft moans as you both came down from your high. johnny pulls out of you carefully after another few moments, pulling another soft moan from your lips.
after a few more moments of silence, you let out a soft giggle. “i don’t think i can walk. i’m being so serious.” you joke, earning you a light chuckle from johnny.
“yeah, my bad” he replies, tucking himself back into his jeans before helping you up from the counter. “you okay, honey?” he asks, holding you so you can stand and pulling the hem of your dress back down. “sorry i went a little crazy..” he apologizes, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
you smile at the affection and care, leaning into the embrace. “m’ okay.” you nod, looking down at your dress before letting out a horrified gasp. “you ripped the lace! johnny!!” you whined, inspecting the now ruined garment. “i actually liked this one!! it was the last one there!” you pouted, knitting your eyebrows together like a little child.
johnny tried to hold his laugh in at your anger, but to no avail. “i’m sorry!” he apologized between chuckles as you slapped his shoulder. “ow!” he exclaims dramatically, grabbing his shoulder, “baby- i’m sorry, i swear!” he laughs, grabbing your hands to stop your physical assault on him. “i’ll talk to jaehyun and see if his designer friends can find a new one.” he assures, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
you huff at his response, trying to stay mad but failing greatly due to the affection. “you better.” you mumble, turning to the mirror and trying to somewhat tame your hair. “give me your jacket at least! i’m cold.” you whine again, falling right back into your bratty antics. johnny laughs once more before obliging and pulling his oversized leather coat off, handing it over to you.
you pull the jacket on, thanking god silently that it’s long enough to conceal the ruined hem of your dress. “i wanna go home.” you declare, turning back to johnny. “my legs are sore and i’m hungry.” you declare, still feeling the dull buzz of the liquor you had not even an hour ago.
johnny nods in agreement, taking your hand in his as you both head for the bathroom doo to exit. “tacos?” he offers, earning him a nod from you in agreement.
”WILBUR!!!” The shriek came tearfully from a boy running down the length of the beach to him. Sand stuck to the blood on his legs, and tears marred his face.
“Wilbur!” It was much more like a sob this time. He looked like he’d just been dragged through a war. His entire form was shaking now, as if he had held such convulsions in for a length, and they were now escaping, no will left to stop the fervent trembling.
“You’re one of the few good people left here…. Please you have to help.” Truly there was hardly any way to help the poor boy, but he needed consolation. Wilbur was kind to everyone, so he’d be kind to a broken Henry, wouldn’t he?
“I— I told him I wouldn’t… And then— then he threatened Ev—“ He couldn’t catch his breath. “S-so now I have to do what he wants… he made me—“ he falls to his knees in the sand, continuing to cry. “he’s… he made me… this- this creature… i don’t want to be—“ Fervently scrubbing the tears away from his eyes with bloodied palms, he asks brokenly,
“you’ll help me, won’t you?”
—Henry (@henrys-eulogy-aflame)
"Henry? What happened to you! Some of those look really bad. I'll do what I can but maybe you should go to...
Oh I have a spare cloth! Here, sit. I'll do my best to help you. You must be so tired. Just sit and I'll try not to hurt you."
<< Wilbur dabs at Henry's wounds carefully, pulling blood out of the skin and onto the white fabric, staining it a permanent red. He seems to ignore Henry's cries about a "he", as if Wilbur is aware of the demon that has been plaguing the island, and has not decided if it is worth being afraid of him quite yet. >>
"I ought to get you some water to wash out the blood. I'm no medic, but if any of these get infected, you could get hurt!"
<< There is a silence, a hesitance, on the word 'medic.' Wilbur seems to know, and be ignoring, that he had done something to harm the current medic. The one out of practise. What had he done? >>
<< Wilbur finishes his task, but is hesitant to push Henry away. There must be something on his mind. Something ripping at the seams of Wilbur's skin and tendons, tearing him apart and showing through only the parting of his lips. Wilbur's hesitation bubbles over, the young boy throwing himself into Henry's arms. >>
<< A hug. The first Henry had experienced since the damned had taken him over. A hug that radiated warmth, genuine love and care for Henry. A hug that was stronger than Richard's worst words, one that made Henry's chest explode with sunshine. Only someone so devoid of Hell could produce something so pure. Wilbur pulls back after an eternity, a pained smile on his face, like he wants Henry to see the grin so that Henry echoes one back. >>
"Henry, if you feel better... enough to walk, that is, you should visit Asa. He knows more about tending to your wounds than I do and... I think I've upset him somehow. He yelled at me the other day, and I climbed the tree all the way up here, and well, I think I've done something to hurt him. I didn't mean to! Don't think ill of me, please. I didn't know that he disliked me so. I ought to stay far away, if I can. He simply may need a patient or two, and he's twice the medic I'll ever be. I don't want any more harm to come to you. You're my friend, you know? You always will be. "
How do you feel about piggy's name in the adaptation?
tbh i don’t mind it!!! i quite like the name nicholas however
i do mind that they even gave him a name because i feel like it was very intentional that nobody ever asked him for his name. so that being said, i like the name nicholas, i don’t like the circumstances under which we received the name
Its that time of year again! If anyone would like a holiday card this year, please let me know! I'm hoping to send them out by the 13th. DM your mailing address and I'll make sure you get something fun in the mail!
Happy holidays my loves! Remember to practice self care and take time for yourself during one of THE most stressful times of the year. 🎄✨️✡️☪️❄️⛄️
🕊 : how do you and your f/o dress? do you coordinate outfits together? do you dress similarly, or are you opposites?
honestly, i do NOT pick out outfits, i js put on whatever i see first so he would do all the outfit picking (he’s also bad at it but don’t tell him ^_^”) so ig we dress kinda dress different
