#binding 13

[wishicouldkeepconcentration]

currently obtaining an unhealthy obsession over the book series i’m not even done with the second book of, the first two books’ male lead, bulldozing, calling people eejits, edel’s scones, and track nine. thank you, chloe walsh, i’d like to ask for the hand of johnny kavanagh in marriage.

[sinfulsundays]

I’m trapped in an Irish rugby romance and I’m not leaving. Ever.

[mzradyer]

like the river x bulldozer

shannon lynch and johnny kavanagh from biding 13 and keeping 13 (boys of tommen #1 & #2) by chloe walsh

[gibsgrl]

Hi love !!! Idk if you are taking requests, so if you aren't feel free to ignore this

Can you write something about reader doing the "current boyfriend" trend with Johnny Kavanagh

Thank you in advance!!!

NOTE — ahh yesyes i love this trend i think it’s so funny

PAIRING — bf!johnny kavanagh x gf!reader

SUMMARY — you try doing the ’current boyfriend’ tiktok trend on johnny

recently, you’d been seeing the same trend on tiktok again and again. where girls will be making a video with their boyfriend and calling him their “current boyfriend”.

one thing about you? you’ll take any chance to mess with your boyfriend.

one day, when the ’manor’ was empty while you and johnny were hanging out, you decided it was time. you tried to stand up from the couch with the excuse of needing water, but johnny ruined that plan by shooting up to get it for you.

“can’t have you getting your own water in my house.” he scoffed as he walked into the kitchen.

“johnny, i’m perfectly grand getting my own water.” you sighed, pulling out your camera to record. the video began just as johnny reentered the sitting room.

“i just saw a trend where girls have their boyfriend’s answer questions about them, will you?” you asked while johnny was still stood over you, water in hand.

he looked throughly confused, but agreed.

you grinned, facing back to the camera. johnny smiled, still having that cute confused pout and deep brows on his face.

he sat down close to you, mindlessly throwing a loose arm around your waist.

“hey guys! today i will be asking my current boyfriend questions about me.” you said, making sure to not emphasize the current.

johnny’s head snapped up from the camera, now looking you in the eye. his eyes widened as he grabbed you by your head, a loose cup around your mouth—playful, while still very gentle.

“jaysus. current boyfriend? current?” he pulled you back on to his lap, careful to not pull you too hard. you playfully screamed, instinctively grabbing his arms. “baby, we’re in this for the long game. you’re stuck with me.”

you squirmed, but it wasn’t because you felt uncomfortable or unsafe, you just get overreactant when you’re around johnny.

whether you were excited, happy, nervous, horny, it was all amplified around him.

“johnny!” your muffled squeal of his name only spurred him on, because he leaned down to your face and kissed your forehead.

“stuck with me.” he whispered against you hairline, phone and video long forgotten. “okay?”

you nodded, smiled contentedly, a small blush on your face as you realized what he was really saying. he wasn’t doing it for the video, he meant it for real.

he wasn’t ever leaving you.

and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

hours after editing and posting the video, you wanted to see what the comments looked like.

some, you expected.

“johnny fucking kavanagh with some random ass girl?”

“omg johnny!”

“johnny’s random side quest hello?”

they weren’t all meant to be rude, but it was one of the reasons you posted johnny as little as you did. he was borderline famous for his rugby, so many people watched the video for him, disregarding you completely.

that part didn’t bother you as much as feeling like you were using johnny for views.

there were comments like that, that made you question yourself.

you knew well that you weren’t. you didn’t care about the views, but you wanted to show off your boyfriend. you even told johnny how you felt about it and he reassured you he knew.

but it still felt off.

there were other comments too, that made you smile.

“that girl is soooo pretty”

“i love when hot people date each other”

“who cares about a man, look at HER!”

johnny watched you read them, carefully paying attention to when the upsetting comments outweighed the good ones.

“y/n, come here.” johnny said, breaking the silence and taking you out of your self-deprecating thoughts. he motioned to his lap, to which you swung a leg over, straddling him.

you raised one brow, feigning nonchalance. like you weren’t upset moments ago. like having him so under you didn’t make you so comfortable and so excited at the same time.

“what?” you asked after he just stared at you for a solid minute, smiling.

he leaned forward, catching your lips in an all-too reassuring and firm kiss. “i love the shite out of you. you know that, right?”

you smiled and nodded, unable to speak or wipe the cheeky smile off of your face.

“you’re my forever boyfriend, johnny.”

he scoffed, “i’ll put a bleeding ring on ya eventually!” smoothing his hand over the small of your back, the other, a firm grip on your thigh.

you laughed, hiding your face in his neck.

you two sat there, happy and comfortable. he would give an occasional rub on your back, and you would kiss his neck in return.

nothing sexual, just purely content together.

“i love the shite out of you too, johnny.” you whispered, feeling your chest swell with love.

[boundtoletters]

📖 books read in 2024: binding 13 & keeping 13 (boys of tommen, #1 & #2) by chloe walsh

“I loved her more than I knew what to do with. I could see it all ahead of me: my life, my future, my career, and her. The girl I knew would play the leading role in all of it. I'd thrown it all in with her and I had no doubts. Not a single one. She was my teammate now.”

[cherrycrvsh]

꣑ৎ 3TEEN BOY & EVERYTHING GIRL ୧ featuring : JOHNNY KAVANAGH . ━━━━━⠀⠀.⠀ est. relationship.

୧ ׅ 𝙳ear readers ⊹ ۫ . 🕯️ ♡ ׂ  ۪ ੭ shhh. u don't know me. lmao. anw, happy belated birthday to johnny kavanagh <33

p.s ━━ ❪ all rights reserved to cherrycrvsh. these works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. mwah ! ❫

[mndfckk]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 gerard gibson

[sockiess]

the gasp I let out when I saw this edit on tiktok

never in a million years would I think the Hayden fandom and the Boys Of Tommen fandom would mix

but it’s literally so accurate like Scott and Joey are the exact same people

[slt4kavanagh]

hello queen i’m here to give more requests

in your NSFW alphabet for Johnny you said that he was into being in control and choking and i need a full fic of that

maybe him and the reader have only had like soft sex and she one day she gives Johnny the “ok” to be a little rougher and more dominant

please i’m foaming at the mouth for him🙏🙏😁😁😁

switch it up

pairing: johnny kavanagh x fem!reader

tw: nsfw (18+), dominant!johnny, rougher sex (not even that bad compared to what’s on tumblr but still), choking (light, safe), praise + a hint of degradation, 

a/n: i heavily struggle writing smut so i hope this was okay

masterlist !

you’re in his room again. legs tangled. music low. your head on his chest, his fingers running slow circles into your back. it’s quiet in that way it always is with you two. comfortable.

“can i ask you something?” you say, voice quiet against his skin.

he shifts just a little, kisses your hair. “always.”

you hesitate. then:

“do you ever want to be rougher with me?”

his hand stops moving. he doesn’t speak right away. just tilts your chin up and meets your eyes.

“you’re not saying that just for me, right?”

you shake your head. “i’ve thought about it. i want you to. if you do.”

johnny just watches you for a second. eyes dark. jaw tight.

then, without a word, he rolls you onto your back.

“you tell me if it’s too much,” he says, voice lower than usual. “you nod, tap my arm, whatever you need.”

you nod. heart in your throat.

and then it’s like something in him shifts. the usual softness in his touch replaced by purpose. his hands grip your thighs. his mouth finds your neck. he doesn’t rush, but he doesn’t ask either — he just takes.

he pulls your shirt over your head, tugs your shorts down, doesn’t even pause when he slips his fingers between your legs.

“already wet,” he mutters, almost to himself. “fuckin’ knew it.”

he doesn’t say much else. just keeps that steady pressure, kissing you rougher now, biting a little when you whine.

when he finally sinks into you, it’s deep. slow, but heavy. you breathe out his name, and that’s when his hand wraps gently around your throat.

not tight. not scary. just a reminder: he’s in control.

“look at me,” he says. “wanna see what i do to you.”

you do. you meet his eyes and the intensity there is something new — and something you like way more than you thought you would.

johnny’s thumb slides down the curve of your throat, rests just below your jaw, soft pressure. you can still breathe easy, but your head’s swimming anyway.

he hasn’t moved in a minute. still buried inside you, holding you there like he’s got all the time in the world.

“you told me you wanted this,” he says, tone calm, almost casual — like he’s talking about dinner plans, not the fact that he’s got you pinned underneath him, desperate and breathless. “so now you’re gonna take it how i give it to you.”

your hips try to move. instinct. he smirks, barely shifts his weight to pin you deeper into the mattress.

“nuh-uh,” he murmurs. “not yet.”

your hands slide up his chest, clawing a little at the fabric still clinging to his back. you can’t think straight, not with how full you feel. and he’s just… waiting. like your need is something he wants to stretch out.

“johnny,” you whisper.

“what, baby?”

you meet his eyes. “please move.”

he raises a brow. “you asking or begging?”

your breath stutters. he’s smug, and he’s earned it.

you don’t answer right away, just look up at him — wide eyes, flushed skin, completely undone under the weight of him. and maybe that’s the answer, because he shifts his grip, hips pulling back just slightly.

and then—

he thrusts in, deep and slow, and your whole body arches up into him.

“fuck,” you breathe.

he groans, low and sharp, forehead dropping to yours. “that what you wanted?”

“yes,” you gasp. “please—”

“you get it now,” he says, speeding up. “you asked for this, didn’t you? you wanted to know what it feels like when i stop holding back.”

you can’t even form words anymore, just whimper and nod, nails digging into his back, barely able to keep your legs from shaking. he fucks you with focus, rhythm unrelenting but not careless — like he’s memorizing the way your body responds.

and you know he is. because it’s johnny. and he doesn’t do anything without paying attention.

“so fuckin’ tight,” he mutters against your neck. “you’re squeezin’ me like you don’t wanna let go.”

you cry out when he angles his hips just right, and his smirk returns.

“there it is,” he says. “right there, yeah?”

you nod furiously, too far gone to speak.

he keeps hitting that spot, pace brutal and steady, one hand still gripping your thigh while the other stays at your throat — just enough to make you dizzy with want.

and then he slows again, leans in, lips brushing yours.

“you gonna come for me, sweetheart?”

you barely choke out a yes, and he grins.

“not yet.”

you don’t know how long he keeps you there — teetering, shaking, one breath away from falling apart. he keeps fucking into you with maddening precision, drawing it out like it’s a game only he knows the rules to.

his grip on your thigh tightens. his hand around your throat never pushes too far, just holds you in place, thumb brushing your jaw like he’s checking you’re still with him.

and you are. barely.

“johnny—” your voice cracks. “i—i can’t—”

he leans down, kisses your cheek, soft contrast to the way he’s using your body.

“yes, you can. you’re takin’ it so fuckin’ well, baby.”

you shake your head, eyes glossy, body trembling underneath him. “please.”

he pulls back just enough to look down at you. flushed, wrecked, soaked. his girl.

“look at you,” he mutters, slowing his thrusts just slightly. “thought you liked it soft.”

“i do,” you breathe. “but i like you more.”

something flickers in his eyes — something proud. possessive.

“fuckin’ hell.” he presses his forehead to yours, breath hot. “you’re not tappin’ out yet, right?”

you shake your head.

he smiles. “good. ‘cause you’re not done.”

his hand slips down, fingers pressing where you need them most, and your back arches on instinct. it’s too much. it’s perfect. his cock deep inside you, his fingers rubbing tight circles, his voice in your ear telling you how good you’re being.

“c’mon,” he murmurs. “want you to come for me. now.”

your whole body locks up. the permission hits like a match to gasoline. and when it happens, it’s not quiet — it’s a sob, a cry, a desperate tangle of limbs and sound and johnny’s name on your tongue like a prayer.

he groans as you clamp down around him, thrusts stuttering. but he doesn’t stop. keeps fucking you through it, even as you writhe beneath him, gasping for air.

“that’s it,” he growls. “give it to me.”

you barely register the heat building again until it’s too late — another orgasm crashing through you before you’ve even come down from the first. this one rips a cry from your throat, hands clutching at him like you’ll fall apart if you let go.

and then, finally, he slows. breath ragged. hips faltering. he pulls out, strokes himself once, twice, and finishes across your stomach with a low, broken moan, body twitching above yours.

everything goes still.

for a second, the only sound is your breathing. both of you shaky. quiet. ruined.

then he leans down, presses a soft kiss to your lips. nothing rough about it.

“you okay?” he whispers.

you nod, lips barely moving. “yeah. just… holy shit.”

he huffs a laugh, already grabbing a towel to clean you up. “you’re insane.”

“you’re the one who did that to me.”

“and you asked for it.” he tosses the towel and pulls you into his chest. “but you’re mine, yeah?”

“always.”

your body’s still humming. nerves shot, muscles twitching, skin flushed and sticky with sweat. you’re not even sure what part of yourself to focus on first — the way your thighs ache, the tremble in your hands, the thud of your heart that hasn’t quite slowed.

johnny’s already moving, quiet but efficient. he kisses your forehead and pulls away just long enough to grab the towel, cleaning you up with the kind of care that almost makes you cry.

“easy,” he murmurs when you flinch, even slightly. “i got you.”

you nod, but your throat’s dry. everything feels too big — the room, the air, your own skin. like your body hasn’t caught up with what just happened.

“can you talk to me, sweetheart?” he says, voice low, checking in again.

you blink up at him. “m’okay. just… floaty.”

he smiles, gentle. “yeah? you were incredible. fuckin’ unreal.” he leans down, kisses your cheek. “but let’s get you cleaned up proper, yeah?”

he helps you sit up slowly, tugs his hoodie over your head again like you can’t do it yourself — which, right now, you honestly can’t. then he lifts you into his arms like you weigh nothing. carries you to the bathroom, one arm around your waist, the other under your thighs.

“you don’t have to—”

“shh,” he cuts you off. “you let me wreck you, baby. now you let me take care of you.”

he sets you down on the closed toilet lid while he runs the shower. checks the temperature three times. keeps looking back at you, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he looks away too long.

when it’s ready, he helps you in first. steps in behind you. you sag into his chest almost immediately.

his hands are slow now. soft. washing your hair, soaping your skin, kissing your shoulder when you lean your head back against him.

you don’t say much. don’t have to. your fingers stay curled around his forearm while his other hand moves gentle over your ribs, like he’s grounding you without making a big deal out of it.

“you did so good,” he whispers, mouth brushing your temple. “so fuckin’ good for me.”

“was a lot,” you murmur.

“i know. i saw. and you still gave it to me. proud of you.”

the words hit you harder than anything else tonight. your chest tightens, but not in a bad way. you just feel full — of him, of love, of safety.

after the shower, he wraps you up in a towel, carries you back to bed, and tucks you under the covers. doesn’t leave your side for a second.

he gets you water. makes sure you drink. slides in behind you and pulls you into him, arms wrapped fully around your waist, legs tangled with yours.

“you’re okay,” he says again, like a promise. “you’re with me.”

you nod against his chest. “i love you.”

he kisses the top of your head. “love you more, baby.”

[divinedemons]

Taming 7 by Chloe Walsh

“Gibsie belonged to the rest of the world. Gerard belonged just to me.”

[ghiblilover-xo]

Hey angels! 🎀, how do we feel about the pink?

[pedriache]

the people who refuse to empathize with lizzie young just don’t understand what it’s like to be 16, bipolar, and traumatized!!! but i do!!! i see you lizzie young!!

[ferragamochiara]

boys of tommen // binding 13 ⋆⁺₊❅.

johnnyshannon has my heart ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

love, #1 shannon fan

[siiinnaaa]

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Patrick feely

Farmer / musician /(my) husband

[mzradyer]

queen x stud

aoife molloy and joey lynch from saving 6 and redeeming 6 (boys of tommen #3 & #4) by chloe walsh

[mndfckk]

“your voice is strange.”

“my voice?”

“your accent, it's not a cork accent.”

— ᡣ𐭩 johnny & shannon in binding 13