#GRRRRRR JOHNNY

[z0mbiefvcker]

the ending of edward scissorhands is outrageous. kim dipped and left him to be alone for like literally eternity n shes like "i want him to remember me the way i was" HE LOVES YOU KIM?!?!?!?!?!?!?

[irritablepoe]

hey not to overshare on main but my tits hurt bc my period is coming around in a few days and ahhhhhhhhhhhhh it's so annoying, literally why do they have to be sensitive like that

[jgabriel1920]

So... If anyone is curious about how rping is going.

[charliemwrites]

Woof woof grrrrrr

Content: Dub-Con, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex (reader giving)

The bar is exactly as busy as you’re hoping for when you get there. Quiet and intimate, low lights, a hum of conversation but not overwhelmingly loud. The bar is mostly full but not crowded. As luck would have it, you instantly spot a couple empty stools towards the back.

You glide across the establishment, head held high and shoulders back. Pick a seat and smooth your skirt under you to perch. The bartender comes to you instantly; you pick something sweet and fruity (delighted that it’ll match your outfit.)

It takes up until they slide it across to you — a tab opened with your card — that the insecurity starts to set in. What if no one is interested? What if Soap doesn’t show up?

You sip at your drink and pull out your phone, reading your latest book. If nothing else… at least you’re getting out? God.

“This isn’t your usual scene.”

Oh. Oh this is worse than being ignored all night and going home alone. So much worse. Just barely manage not to curse aloud as you turn to your ex.

“Justin…” you start, realize you don’t know where to go from there. “Hi.”

“It’s been a minute, huh?”

You look him up and down. Designer everything, of course, brands printed all over him. No taste, though, none of it is cohesive. You wouldn’t be caught dead at his side ever again.

“How’s your arm?”

His expression flickers, hand unconsciously going to the spot where Johnny tried to tear it off.

“Fine. Thanks.” He gives you a long look. Unfriendly. “You know people have had dogs put down for less.”

You run your tongue over your teeth, fear and anger twisting up in your stomach like hot lava. How dare he threaten your boy like that?! Wish Johnny was here now to take another chunk out of him.

“Not when people trespass on private property,” you reply coldly, eyes narrowing.

He puts his hands up, laughing awkwardly. “Well, now. I wouldn’t call it — let’s just say we’re even, yeah?”

“For that at least.”

You take another big sip of your drink. Find it empty. Make hopeful eye contact with the bartender and nod for another when they gesture questioningly. There’s a reason you love this bar.

“Right… listen, about that, luv…”

“There you are, bonnie!”

You perk up despite yourself. Says something that the creep who sexually harasses you in public is better company than your ex-fiancé. Something zings through you when you realize Soap is bigger than your Justin (hopefully in every aspect). Taller, wider, more muscular. Better jawline and prettier eyes, too.

“Tucked up back here like this,” Soap mock scolds, shouldering past Justin. You let out a little squeak as he scoops you off your barstool, hand just under your ass for a hold. “Almost didn’t see you, hen.”

“H-Hi,” you say, arms going around his neck automatically. He presses his nose to your collarbone and audibly inhales. You shiver.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he continues, voice dropping lower.

He sets you down on your stool again with a wink, then takes the stool next to yours.

“Oi, do you mind?” Justin snaps, bumped out of the way by Soap’s bulk.

“I do, actually.” The look Soap levels him is sharp, cold. Bloody killer. Instantly reminds you of all the alarm bells that normally play in your head when he’s around. “Don’t like puffed up knobs like you around my girl.”

You bite your tongue on a protest that you’re not his girl. Wouldn’t be particularly helpful right about now. You’ll correct him later.

“Your girl,” Justin scoffs. “She was mine before she was ever — hey!”

Soap’s got his fist in the front of Justin’s shirt, jerking him nearly off his feet. A few heads turn. You feel hot with embarrassment, skin prickling at so many eyes on your little trio of stupidity.

“Woah!” You yelp. “Soap!”

You grab his forearm (remind yourself not to get distracted by the muscles cording it) and lean into his line of sight. The near-murderous glint in his blue eyes softens, though there’s still an unnatural sheen to them. Something that makes the hair on the back of your head stand on end.

“Soap, let him go,” you say, quiet. “I like this bar, don’t get us kicked out… please?”

He hums, instantly drops Justin to cup his hand around the back of your neck, fingers edging into your hair. His palm feels so big and harm, a little rough with callouses. You try not to think about how easy it would be for him to manipulate your head however he wants…

“Like when you say ‘please,’ hen,” Soap purrs.

You swallow, feel your cheeks flushing as you say, “Then… you should sit down and have a drink with me. Please?”

He grins, crooked and a little mean. “Anythin’ fer you.”

He drops into his stool again like a king on his throne. You perch gingerly on your own, waving Justin away like an annoying fly. Don’t even look as he slinks off, too busy staring at Soap. Who’s… busy staring at you. As always.

“You never called,” he drawls after ordering. Whiskey, neat. The bartender sets your new drink in front of you; you start sipping to gather your thoughts and nerve. “Lucky I happened to stop in here, eh? Imagine if I’d walked past…”

You grimace a bit. A fantastic bit of luck, that. Thought you’re still not sure what type of luck.

Definitely not going to admit to him that you didn’t call on purpose, wanting plausible deniability if you did see him. As if trying to get him under your skirt by happenstance is better than calling him to do it.

“Why did you stop in here?” You ask, looking to change the subject.

“Could smell you,” he answers, eyes twinkling.

You wrinkle your nose, kick at his shin. Want to blame it on the alcohol, but you drink red wine most nights of the week. This is just… placebo and desperation.

“You’re so nasty, you know that?” You huff.

He arches his eyebrows, grins wolfishly. “Could show you how nasty I can be,” he offers.

You wrinkle your nose even as your cheeks burn. That’s exactly what you’re hoping for.

“You can’t keep talking to me like that,” you complain.

He snorts in amusement, hooking his fingers beneath your stool and tugging you closer. Until your knees are between both of his, jeans brushing against your thighs.

“Here’s the thing, darlin’,” he murmurs, low and private. “I think you like when I talk to you like that.”

You swallow audibly, hands dropping down to twist nervously in your lap.

“I think it makes your pretty pussy all wet and swollen when I get all mean like this,” he continues. You shake your head; his palm clamps down on your thigh beneath your skirt, thumb sweeping back and forth over the sensitive skin. “Think she’s fuckin’ aching fer me to make good on all my promises. And you can get all shy and sweet here, but I bet all your cunt wants is to be mounted and bred like a bitch in heat.”

And he’s right. Of course he’s fucking right. That goddamn bad guy fantasy and your shallow, needy pussy, and Soap’s stupid fucking everything.

You feel like you’re about to explode when the bartender sets his whiskey down, snapping the tension like a rubber band. Feel dizzy as you lean away, sipping desperately at your own drink in an attempt to cool off. He gives you all over maybe fifteen second before opening that sinful mouth again.

“So how about it, bonnie? Did I hit the mark?”

You feel frustrated tears pricking at your eyes. Blink and look away at your nervous hands.

“I-I don’t even know you,” you mutter. “You could be dangerous.”

“I am dangerous, baby,” he replies, “just not to you.”

You shake your head. “You’re awful.”

“Mm and you want me to do awful things to you.”

You sigh through your nose, that little logical voice blaring again. He’s going to hurt you. He’s going to use you.

(Would that be so bad, if you go in knowing it?)

A tug at your necklace startles you out of your thoughts, his finger hooked beneath the pendant. You lean in with a noise of protest, afraid he’s going to break it. Gasp as your lips brush his.

“Whatever’s goin’ on in that pretty head, let me fuck it out of you.”

You shudder, hand balanced on his thick, muscular thigh. Can feel a twitch near your thumb. Holy shit.

“I’ll be so good to you, princess,” he promises. “Let me be good to you.”

You suck in a breath. Now or never.

Well, if nothing else, maybe you’ll let Johnny eat him if he’s turns out to be a bastard.

“Prove it,” you breathe.

He guides your chin up, eyes blazing with hunger.

“Yeah?” He asks.

You blink, muster up your courage. “You heard me. Or are you back out?”

His expression goes deliciously dark. “Oh, I’ll prove it, lass. You just sit right here and I’ll get us sorted.”

His fingers slip just that last little bit up and start teasing at the lace of your panties. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to sip at your cocktail while he flags down the bartender. His nails scrape lightly across the fabric over your clit as gets your card and throws down enough cash to cover all three drinks.

When he pulls his hand away, you have to bite back a whimper.

“If you don’t get up right now, I’m haulin’ you out of here over my shoulder,” he growls in your ear.

You’re up in an instant, smoothing down your skirt. His hand stays glued to your lower back as he ushers you out to the lot. Sits you down in the passenger seat of a black pickup, barely waits for you to buckle yourself in before peeling out of the lot.

You’re about to tell him your address when you hear the clink of a belt, a zipper. Eyes wide as they drop to his pants, to him fishing a huge, hard cock out of jeans.

“C’mere,” he near snarls.

“Soap, that’s not— mph!”

The head of his cock catches on your teeth, but that only seems to spur him on, hips twitching.

“Gonna ruin that pretty makeup, your pretty hair. Gettin’ all dolled up like that for any fucking wanker to see.”

He twists his fingers in your hair and presses you down, your cheek rubbing against the shaft. He feels huge and unnaturally hot. You press your thighs together as you imagine how it’s going to feel inside of you.

“This isn’t safe,” you complain, mouth open as you gasp against the flushed skin.

He curses, tugs you up so that your lips press against the head, already dripping. Your eyes widen in the darkness, shocked and flattered that you’ve already worked him up this much.

“Not gonnae let anything happen,” he promises, “but you need to convince me not to spank this pretty ass black and blue.”

You squeal as he releases you hair just to deliver a harsh smack to one ass cheek, the sting making you clench up.

“H-hey!”

“You want me to slap that pretty pussy too? Bet I could make you cum just tapping that little clit over and over again. That what you want, slag?”

“N-no!”

“Then show me.”

You seal your mouth around the head, sucking and licking at the precum beading at the tip. Try to brace yourself, nearly gag as he hits a pothole and shoves into your throat. It’s noisy and messy, eyes watering from how thick and deep he is already, not letting you up for more than brief gasps of air.

“Fuck, that’s it baby. Work your tongue just like that…” he groans.

You lose track of everything but trying not to gag, his threat lingering with each obscene slurp and twist of your tongue. He tastes better than you expected, and the scent of him surrounds you. Musk and pine, something familiar that niggles at your cock-drunk brain. Can’t be bothered to work it out though, not when he’s tugging your hair. Not when he comes to an abrupt stop and you deepthroat him.

He yanks you off with a near-animal growl. You whine, scrambling to brace yourself and panting. Your head feels foggy. Know your panties are soaked through; shocked you’re not dripping down your leg. If you were sitting properly, you’d probably leave a wet mark on the seat.

You moan as his mouth crashes into yours, tongue sweeping inside like he owns it. He licks the taste of himself off your tongue, hands fumbling your seatbelt off, dragging you over the center console to straddle his lap.

You gasp at the sight of his rock hard, angry cock next to your pretty dress, pressed up against your stomach. Show just how deep he’ll be inside your guts.

“Fuck, look’it that,” he groans rutting against your stomach. “Oh you were made to be mine.”

You scream as he scoops you up, stepping out of the truck with you over his shoulder.

“Soap!” You shout. “Soap, put me down, my dog—”

“I’m your fuckin’ dog,” he replies.

“No, seriously, he’s protective—”

He grabs the spare out of its hiding place and shoves the door open. You brace for angry barking and growls, but hear nothing. Soap doesn’t even pause. He just kicks the door shut and storms down the hall to your room, like he knows exactly where he’s going.

He drops you onto the bed, watches your breasts bounce as you settle on the mattress. He strips off int he blink of any eyes while you’re still catching your breath.

“W-wait, wait, my—”

He flips you onto your stomach, hikes your ass up high in the air. You squirm, try to crawl away, but he slaps your ass so hard you see stars. He places his palm flat between your shoulder blades to bin you still.

“S-Soap,” you whine as he shoves your skirt up over your ass, palms a cheek. Spreads you open just to let the flesh jiggle back into place.

“Fuck,” he growls. It sounds off. Sounds deeper, rougher now.

“Just-just slow down…!”

He yanks your panties aside, plunges two thick fingers into you. You squeal, legs kicking uselessly against the mattress.

“Oh, you’re plenty ready,” he says, dark, almost to himself. “All ready to be mated and bred. All mine.”

That finally starts to break the lust-drunk haze. Open your mouth to tell him absolutely not, it’s been way to long and your need to be stretched—

He forces his entire cock into you with one brutal thrust. You scream, cry, try to flatten yourself against the bed but he won’t even let you do that, muttering about “presenting” properly. It hurts but it feels good, know that’s it’s just too much.

“Soap,” you sob, “y-you can’t— you have to… I’m-I’m gonna break.”

“Shhhh, no you’re not,” he soothes, grinding a bit deeper. Your eyes roll back, keening through your teeth. “You were made for me. You’re all for me.”

You shake your head, but he just chuckles.

“Yes, baby, yes. You let me in, you kept me. Now we belong to each other.”

“Soap, w-what are you talking about…?” you manage, fists tight in the sheets. He draws back once and slams into you, hard, mean.

Leans down so he’s rumbling directly in your ear.“‘S Johnny, hen.”

You blink, confused and overwhelmed. “W-what… n-no. No, Johnny is my….”

“Woof.”

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[gay-poet-gabriel]

dally puppy regresses but he's also bigbrother to regressed pony and johnny. he picks them up by their scruff and plops them both on the couch and cuddles them like "grrrrrr. ruff" if anyone walks by

(for outsiders agere asks) (i love them send help)$

ASODGJAHSIUGHDAS OUHGHH YESSSSS

THIS IS GOOD STUFF PLSSSS

AHHHHH

[semperamans]

I hope I'm not being annoying always sending stuff in but Johnny wearing his girls claw marks on his back like she wears his name on her jacket 🫠

GRRRRRR WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF :'(

[mydysfunctionalvampirefamily]

I forgot what a mess Britta was with her hunger and emotions. Fucking Pendragon grrrrrr!

Wynn saying she'll make room for Neil to lie down if the lift falls. And she said it so sweetly too. 😭😭

Ohh it's just Pendragon now? Miles is not amused, and he's letting it be known.

Oh no!!!! The blood dolls. They're looking down and kneeling?!?

Britta looking to Johnny to help her control.

A presence is making her frenzy?!?! FUCKING PENDRAGON it has to be!!!!! Why is this man trash????

Thank god we have Johnny to help her and him resisting the hunger to grab her.

And then Wynn and Johnny tag team holding/calming her.

Wynn's "We're going to do this as a team, okay?" 😭 fuck me.

The dad stare. 😭

Johnny's freaking feed excursion of young girls!! He's had had nothing but young girls as options.

"She is well cared for but there is no doubt in your mind, this girl is cattle." wow horrifying. Big yikes.

Did Wynn just offer Johnny to feed from her???

Sooo Pendragon just wants to climb the corporate ladder?

Lmaooo Pendragon just going around stealing all Pieterszoon's data, and just being honest about it. This man doesn't give a fuck. 😂😂

Did he kill Pieterszoon??? Omg he did!!! Ripped his head from his body? Goddamn he could have just said yes I killed him.

Oh wow pendragon just outright stating it was so Britta would be safe.

Britta feeling guilty about it all. 🥺

This is one of those times where Miles's compartimentalisation actually is useful.

I love how Pendragon basically is like idk what all this means plz tell me, but at the same time he's being so fostile and awful and like he is better than them. Bitch! You know nothing! Be humble and try to learn from these mother fuckers!

I know he has callussed hands and all that bullshit but nothing proves Pendragon is British nobility more than that he has some ancient sword from legend in his basement.

Neil just living his conspiracy nut dreams rn.

Miles getting to be smug and knowing all the facts and have people listen to him as an authority for once.

Johnny sneering at Pendragon. Yes, king, go off!

Neil doing some sort of toeing the line of lying about Eden. Bless him. They all are so protective of her. 🥰

So Pendragon knows Wynn's assignment

Oh my God is he now telling the entire coterie not to go because Britta wants to go with them?? This man is an absolute mess. Lmaoo

You tell that man, Johnny. You give him a piece of your mind!

Love a psychopath telling people he won't kill them as long as they're useful to him. So reassuring!

I know that them not trusting him is pissing pendragon off. But they're fucking right!! They're not tools!! They're allies!!!

This justicar is just the worst.

Sooooo they're just being honest with him, saying some stuff that is actually pretty reasonable and he can't handle it and throws a tantrum by closing the meeting.

Poor Britta, I really feel bad for her.

[tartsniffer]

Im so tired of having to scrape the scraps in the empty container of Javier/Johnny. IM TIRED.

Only one good Javier/Johnny fic on ao3, its like that Would You Rather question, would u rather eat the same food every day for ur entire life or eat poop everyday, like im gonna bawl.....

if u cant find content u gotta make it urself but im already putting off a GoldenGriffin LMK fic and i rlly wanna finish it😭

grrrrrr me when multiple hyper fixations all at once

[jaysen-vor-hee-hees]

MORE GRRRRRR YRYRGRGRRR

Lily (OOH I LOVE THE SOUND OF THIS ONE) — Mason, Chris (👀), ooh Withera

Buttercup — Vantè

Daffodil — Johnny boy, Helix, Vesker

Violet — Helodite

hehehe >:3

Lily:

Mason - Touch. Absolutely touch. Mason constantly needs to have his hands on you at all times. From the moment you see him to the moment you leave he will always be touching you. Tracing little circles on your hip, resting his hand on your lower back, keeping an arm wrapped tightly around your waist when passing through an area he knows is more prone to malicious activity. Anywhere and always.

Chris - Gifts. He constantly just gives you things. Even if they’re expensive (because, in truth, he could just summon it). If not then it’s absolutely service, doing little things around the house or running errands for you.

Withera - Withera isn’t very good at displaying feelings. But when she does it’s usually in little love letters or cooking something for you to find on the bench when you wake up. She’s really reserved but she does love you.

Buttercup: Vanté has this really subtle habit of just biting the side of his tongue when he’s thinking. He’s still not sure why. And never hard enough to do any damage (even though it doesn’t matter because he would just regenerate it anyway) but still just. A little nom.

Daffodil:

Johnathon - Absolutely. Without question. Johnno is probably the most likeable OC I have. He’s just so sweet and considerate, like. Do you really believe this man would ever intentionally hurt someone? Me neither.

Helix - Oh, absolutely not. His coworkers all fucking hate his guts, and the only thing stopping the specialists from killing him is their agreement. He’s cold and uncaring. He’ll do your fucking head in because ehe’s just so annoying and you will want to punch him in the face.

Vesker - Mixed feelings? He gets along well with his coworkers, but otherwise he’s usually pretty feared by people. And for good reason, too.

Violet: Cattleya Baudelaire’s sub VA, but like... more soft spoken.

[jungsungchans]

the more you know...

[strawbnation]

@_jeongjaehyun: take a deeeeeep breath

[neonacity]

almost 1 am and i'm bawling my eyes out 😭😭😭😭 holy shit this was INSANE?????? i’ve never ever read something like lucid— literally had me thrilled and anxious at the same time! every update you drop i needed to scream right after i finish reading and now i refuse to believe it's over 😭 it's the genre that i reaaaally really really really love when it comes to dramas/movies and i'm honestly glad i found u and your fics!!! definitely one of my highlights in 2021 & 2022. love how u portrayed the boys like they're actually capable of doing it?? don't get me wrong but it's about how u studied/described their behaviour in this IT FITS THEM. rj calm one, haechan big brain (also kinda subby PFFF), jeno isn't the aggresive/rough one plus jaemin THE SPOILED ONE??? 😵 i couldn't believe it. everything is perfect. well planned. the back story, root cause, cliffhangers, TAEYONG ugh i could go hours because of his sudden plot twist 😭 applause for his last look/d3ath pose lmao i really like it!!!! (can see it similar to seol-a from penthouse except ty looked free)

and let's not overlook the fact that johnny "spared" the boys!!! his dedication for this case GRRRRRR being a detective is seriously so cool it has been my dream job since i was a kid 🤤 (yuta's, jaehyun's, mark's and chenji's characters too!) wasnt really expecting renjun haechan and jaemin to be alive and i had myself mentally prepared but 🤩🤩 hwhxhxh, gosh this was more than a rollercoaster ride. i really admire you, sammy! so glad i wanted to read vampire jaemin last september and came across to nighted which lead me to more of yours works 🥺 i cried reading your fics they're really worth it ❤

Sweetie, here it is i have finally absorbed your message. First of all, is it weird that I am havimg second thoughts publishing this because I just wanted to keep this on my inbox forever? But thank you so much, sweetie, i love that you noticed the connection of the boys with their IRL personalities. Sure of course this is just a work of fiction (and all the 00 liners are sweethearts) but i did try to take inspiration from them for Lucid.

And gosh thank you for giving Johnny and Yuta some love. Could you believe it was just a random decision for me to add them in the story? Because the original plot should have finished way before they came in but I ended up loving writing my seggsy detectives 😭

But really, super appreciate your thoughtful words sweetie. Hopefully I can put up something new soon. 🥺

[seibottt]

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･' R E B R A N D I N G '･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

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purple! sunmi chatbot coming soon uwu yes I literally mean the color do you have a problem with that? grrrrrr

used to be @playgirlsunmi

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[jyany]

Grrrrrr. Johnny.

[mull3ts]

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