The Entire Harlan Ellison Fandom™️

★ It started as little comments. You brushed them off because, hey, not everyone can like you. You knew that. But over time, the snide remarks, the cruel messages—they stuck.

★ “Why is Johnny with her?,” “She’s a bit chubby for him, isn’t she?,” “Imagine being her and knowing your boyfriend could do better.”

★ You used to laugh at them, rolling your eyes and scrolling past. But lately, it felt like those words were weaving themselves into your thoughts. Every mirror you passed felt like a reminder. You started wearing baggier clothes, pulling at the fabric around your stomach when you thought no one was looking.

★ Johnny noticed. Of course he noticed.

★ It was subtle at first. But he began to see how you hesitated before posting photos together, or how you covered up even when it was just the two of you. He’d catch you frowning at your reflection, smoothing your hand over your sides with a sigh you thought was silent.

★ And Johnny didn’t like that. Not one bit.

★ One evening, you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone when Johnny plopped down next to you, dramatically throwing his arm around your shoulders.

★ “Hey, babe, look at this,” he said, holding up his phone with a grin. It was a selfie the two of you had taken at the beach last weekend. You thought you looked awful. But Johnny? He was beaming at it like it was a masterpiece.

★ “Ugh, Johnny. I don’t even know why you posted that,” you muttered, tugging your sleeve over your hand. “I look so…”

★ His head snapped toward you. “So?”

★ You chewed on your bottom lip, eyes fixed on the floor. “I just… I don’t get it. Everyone’s right. You could have anyone, Johnny. And instead, you’re stuck with me.”

★ Silence.

★ Johnny gently pried the phone from your hand and set it aside. His warm hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head up so you couldn’t look anywhere but at him. His eyes, usually so playful and teasing, were soft but serious.

★ “First of all, stuck with you?” he repeated, like he couldn’t believe the words even came out of your mouth. “Sweetheart, I chose you. Every day. I choose you. And if you think for one second that a couple of faceless people online know better than I do about the woman I love, we’re gonna have a problem.”

★ Your eyes burned, but you tried to blink it away.

★ Johnny’s hands slipped from your cheeks to your waist, his fingers pressing gently into your sides. “You know what I see when I look at you? I see the person who makes me laugh until my sides hurt. The person who steals all the blankets but makes up for it by cuddling into me. The woman who looks so damn good in every outfit that I literally lose focus sometimes.” He smirked at that, squeezing your waist just a little.

★ You let out a soft, shaky laugh. “You’re just saying that.”

★ “Hey, hey... look at me, baby.” His deep voice was low and earnest, filled with a conviction that couldn’t be denied. “I'm not just saying this shit, okay? I fucking mean it. Every word.”

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★ “You know what your curves do to me. I love every inch of you.” He presses a kiss to your temple. “People cant stand a perfect match that was made in heaven. They’re jealous baby, they wish so baddd that they were us, that they had a happy, loving relationship…”

★ A soft, uneven breath leaves your lips as you feel your shoulders relax, unable to stop yourself from melting into his embrace. “You think so…?”

★ “I know so. With every fiber of my being, Princess,” Johnny murmured, voice low and sincere. “I'm fucking crazy about you. Don't let anyone ever make you doubt that.”

★ To prove his point, Johnny stood up and swept you up and into his arms, carrying you towards the bedroom. Swiftly kicking the door shut behind you two before sitting at the edge of the bed with you in his lap.

★ He pulled you flush against him, crushing those soft curves to his harder planes while wrapping his arms around you possessively.

★ Johnny’s eyes roam over your face, taking in every delicate feature he had grown to worship. Those hypnotic eyes of yours. Your full, pouty lips that tasted like heaven.

★ His thumb brushed over your plump bottom lip, feeling the softness and warmth. Fuck, he wanted to devour your mouth, to kiss away every ounce of doubt and insecurity.

•••

★ “Mmmh,” he rumbled, stroking your hair soothingly. “You can’t let those fuckers get to you. They’re just bitter, pathetic assholes who can’t handle a real woman like you. A woman with a heart and a body made for loving and fucking.”

★ He began to kiss down your neck, sucking and nipping at your pulse point. “You hear me, baby? You’re perfect. You’re mine. And I’ll spend every goddamn day reminding you if I have to.”

★ “Johnny...” you breathed out, as if you were about to downplay your feelings, flustered but arching into his touch, you were softly cut off.

★ “No.” Johnny murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I love every goddamn curve and roll on this sexy body,”he growls, sliding his hands down to grope your plush ass. “You’re stacked in all the right places, and I fucking love it.”

★ He started up his kisses again, trailing them along the column of your neck, down your collarbone, taking his time to taste you, to savor you.

★ “Tell me that you know how gorgeous you are, baby. Tell me that you knowww how crazy you make me,” Johnny softly commands—or maybe it was a plea… “Come on princess...” he adds, his tone dripping with affection

★ you stiffened, feeling almost uncomfortable at his gentle demand. “I-I…” you couldn’t convince yourself still, despite the onslaught of affection and reassurance, your eyes dart away from his in slight embarrassment.

★ Johnny could see the uncertainty still lingering in your eyes, the self doubt… He refused to let it stand, refused to allow you to feel anything less than the goddess you were.

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★ “So, you're being shy now, huh?” He softly teases, his hands starting to roam more eagerly, exploring every dip and curve of your luscious figure. He squeezed your thighs, relishing the way they gave under his touch. Letting his fingers dance up your waist, skimming the sides of your breasts before cupping the mounds in his palms.

★ He groaned, kneading the supple flesh and feeling your nipples stiffen against his touch. “You know, these tits? perfect for me. I mean, the way they fill my hands just right…and the way they bounce when I fuck you hard and deep, mmh, baby im getting hard just thinking about it. He leans down to capture one peak into his mouth, gently biting through the thin fabric of your night shirt. “Mmmh, so soft too…”

★ He tugged your top off and over your head, tossing it aside before unclasping your bra effortlessly. Johnny paused to admire your full breasts, a smirk playing at his lips. “Fuck, sweetheart...”

★ Leaning down again, he latched back onto your tit, taking it between his lips, sucking greedily and swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak, feeling it pebble and harden even further. The sensation making you shudder in his lap.

★ “Tell me that you’re a pretty girl.” Johnny tried to coax again, pressing a soft kiss to your flushed nipple. “Tell me, baby…tell me you’re my pretty girl.” He corrected as he brought his hand up to your other breast, pinching your nipple hard enough to elicit a reaction.

★ You let out a small yelp, “I-I’m a pretty girl—” You softly whine, grinding against him, yoir face absolutely flushed.

★ “Hmm?” He murmured in feint concern, lightly smacking your tit before going back to pinching the sensitive button. “Ahaa~ I’m your pretty girl—!” You cry out, your hips bucking down onto his lap, seeking any kind of friction for relief.

★ “That’s fucking right you are…” he hums in satisfaction, your desperate bucking not going unnoticed, he shifts you, placing you on his left leg, both your thighs engulfing it. His hands made way to either side of your waist, slowly pressing you down to give you a taste that friction you oh so desired….

•••

★ Gripping your hips tighter, he started to grind you harder onto his muscular thigh, feeling the heat radiating from your core, even through the layers of both your clothing, made him groan with want.

★ Your head tilts back slightly, eyes unfocused, lips parted in pleasure as you hump his leg, a small moan leaving your lungs. It was the most beautiful thing he had the privilege of witnessing—of partaking in.

★ “You’re fucking gorgeous, baby…so goddamn sexy and perfect,” he purred, his voice dripping with lust. “God—i love you, and these hips. I could just eat you up.”

★Johnny slid a hand back up your side, his fingertips tracing your ribs before cupping the weight of your breast in an all too familiar manner. He squeezed the plump mound, kneading roughly as he pinched and rolled your stiff nipple between his fingers all over again.

★ You gasped, your back arching into his touch, shamelessly grinding yourself further onto his leg. Your pussy was practically begging and buzzing for more.

★ “That’s it, baby…get yourself off using daddy’s thigh.” Johnny encouraged with a low chuckle. “Ride it just like that, you naughty girl.”

★ You barely nod as you obeyed, your thighs clenching around his leg as you rutted against him desperately. Johnny couldn’t help but watch, completely entranced. The sight of you chasing your own release like an animal in heat, it made his dick twitch.

•••

★ With a low groan, Johnny slid his hand down from your heaving tits, over your quivering tummy to cup your mound possessively, the damp patch in your panties growing with each passing second.

★ unable to stop himself—he hooks a finger under the drenched lace, tugging it to the side, he runs a finger along your dripping slit. He circled slowly, gathering your juices before plunging a thick finger knuckle deep inside you.

★ “Fucking hell...” Johnny grunted, pumping his finger languidly, savoring the filthy squelch of your pussy while doing so. He curled up just right, stroking that special spot that made you see stars.

★ You shuddered, warmth spreading from your chest to your core. Jesus, it felt soo good, his finger pistoning with abandon, your toes curling as he continued his sensual assault. Your hips bucking with the thrust of his wrist.

★ But, just as soon as it had begun, Johnny pulled his finger out with an obscene pop, your body immediately missing the sensation. You watch him with a pout as he brings his honied finger to his lips. He made a show of sucking your essence from the digit, his eyes never leaving yours.

★ “Delicious…” he purred darkly once he’d cleaned your juices from his finger.

•••

★ His hands gripped the soft globes of your ass firmly, and without a second thought, he was leaning back into the bed, lifting you up and over his face with ease.

★ “Johnny—!?”

★ you were now straddling his shoulders, your cunt perfectly poised over his watering mouth. He gazed up at you, his eyes dark with lust and hunger.

★ “Princess~?” He playfully mocked your tone, settling you more comfortably atop his face. Your thighs making the perfect earmuffs in this position.

★His nose notched the hood of your clit—and you let out a small yip from the contact. But, intrusively, you worried about his comfort. Were you too heavy? Could he breathe? You didn’t wanna bury him alive….

★ He felt you try and hold yourself up, and immediately pinned your thighs back down with a low growl. “Mh-mhh” he murmured a soft scolding into your skin. You weren’t goong anywhere, not on his watch. He was looking to drown between your legs. And he’d die a happy man while doing so.

★ Your fingers tangled in his short brown hair, nails scratching against his scalp as you rut your cunt against his face, practically see-sawing his chin and nose.

★ His cock throbbed almost painfully in his slacks as he licked and sucked at your clit, your flavor exploding on his tongue. Fuck, he really was willing to drown, and the thought only spurred him on, making him press harder, fucking you deeper with his tongue.

★ “Oh god—Johnny!” You mewled, your voice echoing off the walls of the lavish bedroom, unable to control your breathing as it came in short, sharp gasps. Chest heaving while the coil of tension in your belly wound tighter and tighter, you were so close…

★ Johnny’s hips bucked involuntarily as your moans reached a crescendo, your body going rigid against him.

★ With a muffled groan, he came hard in his pants, his vision went white behind closed eyelids. His hips jerked as thick ropes of cum painted the inside of his boxers, the wet heat seeping through the material. He continued to lap at your pussy through his orgasm, practically whimpering as he did so.

★ And then, shortly after, your orgasm came crashing over you. Your pussy clenching around Johnny’s tongue, rippling and spasming as you flooded and gushed into your lovers mouth.

★ You went limp above him. Your thighs falling open as you collapse back onto the bed, chest heaving and skin flushed a deep scarlet. Johnny emerged from between your legs, gasping for air and grinning like the cat that got the cream. He crawled up your body and crashed his mouth against yours, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

★ Johnny moaned in satisfaction, as if you were the finest wine he’d ever tasted.

•••

★ After cleaning up, you nestled into the blankets, still reeling from your orgasm—you had completely forgotten about…what was it that had you upset again…? A small, subconscious smile curled at your lips as you watch Johnny emerge from the bathroom, fresh and clean from the shower you took together. He shook his hair before running his fingers through it.

★ You can’t help but let out a small laugh as he winks at you, clearly pleased with himself. But he doesn’t stop there. “We’re going out.” He simply says, crawling back onto the bed to plant a kiss to your forehead.

★ “What? Johnny, I don’t really feel like—”

★ “Ah-ah!” He holds up a finger, cutting you off dramatically. “Put on something nice—something cute.” His tone was light but left no room argument.

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★ Half an hour later, you’re dressed in one of your favorite outfits, and Johnny is decked out in a tailored jacket, he looked you up and down, whistling while opening the door for you. Insisting on driving, of course.

★ During the entire drive he was giving you a running commentary about how fabulous you look. How lucky he was to have you in his life and a list of other genuinely sweet things he swore up and down to be true. And they were.

★ When the car came to a stop, you looked up at the familiar building with questioning look. It was a luxury boutique, the one he took you to on special occasions, specifically.

★ “Here…? But…there’s no—” he was quick to wave off your concern and confusion, already walking to your side to open your door. “No what? Need?” He asks while hooking elbows with you. “Who cares? After feeding me a meal like that—i’ve gotta return the favor, right?”

★ Johnny marches you inside like he owns the place, picking out outfits and accessories that make the staff scramble to keep up. “This? Perfect. This? Even better. Try them all. My treat.” He’s already swiping his card before you can argue, snapping a photo of you in a stunning dress and posting it to his socials with the caption: “It’s too easy loving this woman, I swear. I mean, how can you not? Just look at her.” Followed by three heart eye emojis.

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★ Next, he surprises you (again) by taking you to an exclusive rooftop restaurant, the kind with a view so breathtaking it’s almost as good as the food. The table is already set with your favorite drink, courtesy of Johnny’s connections. And the thought he put into this impromptu date really made your heart flutter.

★ He spends the night cracking jokes, telling ridiculous stories about his time on movie sets, and making sure you don’t think about anything except how much fun you’re having.

★ By the time dessert arrives—a towering confection of chocolate and gold leaf—he’s already uploaded another photo of you to his stories, tagging it with: “us after going to pound town ;)”

★ As the night winds down, Johnny leans back in his chair, smirking as he checks his phone. “Look at this—comments are blowing up. Half of them are jealous, the other half are madly in love with you. As expected. We win.”

★ Feeling much better now, you roll your eyes…but can’t help smiling. You truly appreciate his efforts, even if they were a bit…flashy and petty. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” You say with no real bite.

★ “Ridiculously in love with you,” he quips without missing a beat. Johnny reaches across the table to take your hand, his expression softening just enough to remind you why you fell for him in the first place.

★“And if anyone’s got a problem with that, they can take it up with my PR team.”

👽:🎤I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUUUU🎶