#johnny drabble

[lovesuhng]

chemistry

fluff, a little suggestive, strangers to friends to lovers, gym rat reader, gym rat influencer johnny

w.c: 1.5k

a.n: this was a request and inspired by danny and juju videos because i'm kinda obsessed with them! give me feedbacks pls

Routine was something very present in your life. Every moment of your day was well-planned and calculated and that included your trips to the gym. Discipline and routine were part of who you were and you didn’t like changes. But when a new gym opened near your house, you decided to take a chance on switching—after all, the environment seemed pleasant, the prices were fair and the location was perfect.

The first few days were smooth. You continued the workouts you used to do at your old gym since you were still getting used to the new place.

That was until one day, you met Johnny, one of the regulars at the gym. He was the typical charismatic, friendly guy who always jokes with the older ladies who trained at the same time as him. He also recorded short videos showing his gym routine. But more than that, he was, by far, the most attractive man you'd ever seen—tall, stylish, with gorgeous eyes, a captivating smile, and tattoos that perfectly adorned his shoulders and arms.

You two got closer after you asked him to help you increase the weight on your bench press and from that moment on, the jokes and interactions became more frequent.

Since you had become great gym buddies, Johnny asked you to appear in a few videos, since you were part of his workout routine. You hesitated at first—being shy and not thinking you had the "right body" of someone who trained regularly. You feared the comments his followers might make, but Johnny managed to convince you.

In the first video you appeared in, you were doing cardio on treadmills side by side. It was just a simple conversation, with Johnny asking about your goals for the year.

“Maybe… get a boyfriend.”

“Oh yeah? I bet there’s someone who’s your type. Maybe that guy over there.” Johnny pointed to a random man.

“Nah… My type is friendly, funny, tall guys, with tattoos on their arms.” You gave him a suggestive look as you described him.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just say you want me?”

“Oh, is it that obvious?”

Johnny loved how you played along with his jokes. The conversation went on for a while until you made a comment.  “Wow, I didn’t think I’d sweat this much.”

Johnny couldn’t miss the opportunity.

“Oh, you’ll be sweating even more later—when I get my hands on you.”

You immediately looked at Johnny as he said that and he held your gaze until you both burst into laughter. That was how you two had fun during your workouts.

When Johnny posted that video, thousands of comments popped up about the chemistry you two had. Many doubted that you were “just friends,” pointing out the way you looked at each other and your “self-control” in response to Johnny’s flirty remarks.

The videos became more frequent and the “flirting” started getting more intense—which was noticed by Johnny’s followers, who loved it and kept asking for more content with the two of you together. You kept playing along with Johnny’s jokes because, besides having fun, it was a way of hiding how nervous he had been making you lately. Maybe those comments about how good you looked together were starting to affect you more than they should.

In another video, you appeared fully focused doing barbell squats. You hadn’t even noticed Johnny had started recording. He offered to help, positioning himself behind you for support. Even though you were used to it, his closeness still made you nervous. You began your set with Johnny encouraging you, his hands lightly resting on your waist, counting your reps and saying things like, “Go on! You’ve got this!” “Don’t stop!” “Just one more!” “That’s it.”

On your final rep, Johnny saw the perfect chance for another one of his jokes. He leaned in closer, speaking just near your ear—loud enough for the camera to catch: “Your range is good, but I know another way you could go even deeper.”

You were sure your face turned red with embarrassment and Johnny noticed. You were flustered by his little “joke,” but you couldn’t let it slide. So as soon as you racked the bar, you put your hands on your hips, turned to Johnny—who was laughing at your reaction—and said, trying to sound as confident as possible:

“Oh yeah? You talk a lot, but I bet you couldn’t handle all this, big guy.” You gave his arm two light pats, which seemed to catch him off guard and walked away. “And don’t forget to put the weights away for me.”

Once again, Johnny’s followers went wild and the comments flooded in asking for more of you two, speculating about your relationship. Johnny would always like the comments or reply with an emoji, teasing his audience and hinting at some feelings for you.

-

That’s when he asked you out. At first, you thought he just wanted to record some content outside the gym, but then he explained that he actually wanted to go out with you—maybe get to know you better and just have some fun, no pressure. Even though you were nervous, you said yes immediately. Johnny even posted on Instagram that he was taking you on a date, stirring up even more excitement among his followers.

The night turned out to be perfect. You and Johnny had incredible chemistry—it felt like the conversation never ran out. Johnny was amazed at how not only were you stunning, but you also kept up with his jokes. You, on the other hand, were surprised to see that behind that flirty persona, Johnny was respectful and made you feel comfortable.

Now you were at Johnny’s apartment, laughing as you sipped on a glass of wine.

“I have so much fun reading the comments on your videos,” you said, bringing the glass to your lips.

“Me too, but the ones on our videos together are the best.”

“Yeah…”

A comfortable silence settled between you. Then Johnny spoke.

“Do you agree with them?” That’s when you noticed how close he was.

“Agree with what?”

“That we have chemistry.”

“Er… I think so. I mean, we help each other out a lot at the gym…”

Johnny’s laugh echoed through the apartment and your hands started to sweat, so you decided to set your glass down.

“I’m not talking about the gym. I mean something more…” Johnny was looking at you so deeply that you got lost and couldn’t find the words to answer. The situation only intensified when he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “If you want me to stop, I will.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” You answered so fast you were scared he’d think you were desperate—but you were. Desperate for him.

Your lips met softly, like you were testing the waters and gradually it turned into a slow, delicious kiss that fit perfectly.

Without breaking the kiss, Johnny pulled you onto his lap, squeezing your waist gently, earning a small moan from your lips.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to kiss you.” Johnny began placing kisses down your neck, his hands gliding along your thighs, while yours explored his shoulders and arms.

“So all that flirting was real, huh, big guy?”

Johnny growled and gave you another kiss—this one hotter, more desperate, like that nickname had awakened something in him.

You broke apart, breathless. You took the chance to pull off Johnny’s shirt and, just like he had done, started placing kisses that trailed from his neck down to his chest. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of your lips on his skin.

“That day… when you called me big guy at the gym…” Johnny’s voice was heavy with breath as you left wet kisses and tiny bites along his body, unconsciously grinding on his lap. “I wanted to take you right there, in front of everyone, and make you moan my name… fuck.” Johnny grabbed your chin, making you look at him, and gave you a quick kiss.

“Oh yeah?” You pressed your forehead to his and said in a seductive tone, “Well, we’ve got all night to make me moan your name, big guy.”

-

Since that day, your relationship with Johnny had evolved. You’d meet at the gym, go on dates, and end up making out at either your apartment or his. All of Johnny’s followers had already noticed that something had changed between you two, but he decided to make things official in a video.

You were standing in front of the gym mirror. Johnny took off his shirt and you did the same, left only in your sports bra. He started striking bodybuilder poses and you copied him, making him laugh with the way you exaggerated your flexes. At the end of the video, Johnny hugged you from behind for a little while, then turned you around to face him—just to kiss you, making the relationship public once and for all. The caption said it all:

“You were right: we do have a lot of chemistry.”

[slyblonder]

Stay where you are

MDNI

Dom!Johnny x Sub!Reader (Drabble)

Warnings: pwp, sex(fingering),bodily fluid, Dacryphilia(if you squint), Brat taming, reader has a vagina.

“the more you move and squirm the longer i keep you here baby.”

Johnny was right, your squirming was pointless. He was already knuckles deep in your pussy, holding you by the chin so you could look at yourself in the mirror. You’ve lost count on how many times you came, bedsheets soaked with your cum. “P-please Johnny its too m-much…” You cry out while gripping onto his forearm.

“Too much but your taking my fingers so well baby girl, you basically sucking me in. You know you don’t want me to stop.” Johnny whispered into your ear, shivers running down your spine.

Without warning he picked up the paces which earned a scream from you. He could help but chuckle at it, feeling you squeeze his fingers as you came once again. “Let this be a lesson to listen to me when I say to. Next time I wont be so nice to let you cum.”

©️slyblonder

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a/n:WOAH MUSE FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING EVERYONE CHEERED!!! lol sorry chat i started working and have been distracted and unmotivated to write since until i saw this video of johnny😭 i wanna get back into the groove of writing so hopefully ill post something else. accept this as my formal apology 🙏🏾. love yall take care leave some feedback, a like, a repost, or a request (PLEASE REQUEST SOMETHING).

[flurrys-creativity]

February Filth Fest ~ Day 6: Double Penetration

Pairing: Jaehyun (NCT) x Fem!Reader x Johnny (NCT); Genre: friends to friends with benefits? or lovers, smut, pwp; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: talk about pregnancy, unprotected sex, double penetration; Wordcount: 882

Summary: One game of basketball quickly turned into a game of pleasure.

A/N: Thank you to @sanjoongie and @anyamaris for listening to my word dump and help me figure out this scene.

Masterlist

Johnny sat on a bench nearby the basketball court. He had his camera in his hands, flicking through the pictures he just took.

All of them were with you and Jaehyun, playing in a one on one against each other. 

Your laugh rang through the air as you grabbed the ball, hid it underneath your shirt and pressed it against your stomach, turning away from Jaehyun, who yelled at you and tried getting the ball back.

Jaehyun wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling your back against his strong chest. He even lifted you off the ground, your feet dangling helplessly in the air.

Johnny immediately raised his camera and took another shot of the scene unfolding in front of him. He snickered in amusement, seeing how Jaehyun twirled you around with the biggest grin on his face. “You two look like a couple excited from their pregnancy journey.”

Jaehyun stopped spinning you around, turning to look at his friend with surprise written all over his face. His gaze slowly lowered until he stared at your profile from behind, noticing how you tried to make yourself smaller than you were and hide away from both of them. 

You bit on your lower lip, blinking heavily while you tried to hide your embarrassment. You felt the heat creep up your chest, your neck and further up your face. 

Johnny stood up, moving towards the both of you with a knowing grin forming on his lips. He exchanged a silent conversation with his friend simply through his eyes and a short nodding movement of his head.

“Do you want to be stuffed like that?” Jaehyun leaned down to whisper into your ear. His lips brushed against the shell and made you shiver in anticipation.

You didn’t notice their smirks and knowing expressions, too consumed with the scenes playing out inside your mind. You hadn’t even processed it completely, before you realised you were nodding already.

“Care to help?” This time Jaehyun addressed his question to Johnny, who pursed his lips in order to seem somewhat serious about this situation.

Johnny carefully put his camera aside and moved towards you two. He gently pried the basketball from your hands, simply dropping it to the ground. 

The basketball on your stomach got replaced with his large hands caressing your skin. At the same time Jaehyun began kissing along your neck, squeezing your hips and pressing your behind against his hardening dick.

They guided you towards the benches, their hands all over your body and under your clothes. 

Jaehyun sat down on the bench, opening his pants and pulling out his cock. He pumped himself with one hand and leaned back on his other, watching you and Johnny making out in front of him.

Johnny pulled your clothes away and moved you towards Jaehyun, making you sit down on his lap while still facing him. 

You moaned out loud when Jaehyun pumped his cock, brushing along your folds in the process. 

“Shit, you’re getting wet so easily”, he exhaled, feeling excitement build up inside of him. The wetness easily spread over his fingers and coated his shaft. After a few more strokes he slipped into you, immediately bottoming out. 

Your jaw dropped open and you closed your eyes from the pleasure.

“Don’t forget about me.” Johnny chuckled while revealing his hard on. He tapped the head of his dick against your lower lip. His grin widened when you automatically stretched your tongue out. 

You nearly gagged when he pushed into your mouth, drool running down your chin. You moaned around his shaft, the penetration from Jaehyun making you go crazy.

Both Johnny and Jaehyun thrusted into you with different paces, driving you to the edge easily. You were a moaning and squirming mess between these two, yet you needed even more.

Johnny pulled out of your mouth, pushing both you and Jaehyun down on the bench. He grabbed your thighs and spread them apart, staring at your hole and how Jaehyun continued pushing into you. His fingers danced across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh until he reached your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck!” Jaehyun groaned out in pleasure. “Do that again, she just squeezed me so fucking tightly.”

Johnny clicked with his tongue. “I need her to relax though, otherwise we won’t fit in together.” Johnny moved his long fingers from your bundle of nerves to your hole, stretching you even more.

You cried out in pleasure. On one hand you feared they wouldn’t fit at all since both of them were rather big, but on the other hand you desperately wanted them to try - and most importantly to go through with it.

All of you moaned the second Johnny pushed his dick into you as well. 

You inhaled sharply, the stretch borderlining on being painful. Though when they moved again the pleasure overtook your whole body. 

It felt like you came all too quickly, your mouth drying up, your nerves being alight and the knot in your lower stomach exploding like fireworks. 

Johnny and Jaehyun pulled out of you shortly afterwards, leaving you empty and spent. Jaehyun had his arms wrapped around your body, keeping you on top of him. Johnny leaned over the both of you, breathing heavily. 

“We should do that more often.”

Day 5 | Day 7

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[1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess]

an: was listening to ella mai's shot clock and here we are. part 2 probably when i remember to actually create rather than consume when i'm on here

you'd just about had it with johnny...

you'd had it with him thinking coming over to your place and occasionally having toe curling sex was a date, you'd had it with how he'd met all of your friends and you were yet to meet his, you'd had it with how loosely he threw around pet names like "mine and "my girl", whispering sweet nothings to you - completely oblivious to the effect things as simply complex as "only for me..." had on you - you'd had it with how he'd cockblock you and claim you as his every time other guys tried to hit on you at parties, how he'd make no efforts to tell people off when they made passes at him, but heaven forbid another man did so much as look at you and all hell would break loose.

the worst part of it wasn't that you'd had to turn down men that were just as hot as him. oh no, not at all. in-fact, you were quite pleased with yourself for having bagged the fine specimen. a devious smile that was a code you could never quite crack, you'd come to learn meant a multitude of things, his gaze was one that could do so much as to leave you a stuttering mess upon making eye contact, his height foreshadowed the sizeable member that lie beyond the material of his beloved pair of jeans.

there was more to him than the physical, he had manners, something of his you admired. how he respected both you and himself enough to freshen up before coming over, always waiting for you to give him the 'ok' to come in when you eagerly opened your apartment door to his smiley, clean and comfy looking self, nice enough to use a coaster when he poured himself something to drink - something he remembered you'd given him a stern talking to for not doing the first time he came over - using the ottoman rather than putting his legs up on the sofa or coffee table, offering to wash the dishes you were yet to muster up the energy to clean, how cocky and full of himself he was...how full of him you were, never missing the opportunity to call you his tiny baby, his size having you mutter incoherent babbles while his hips moved sporadically into you, having no qualms about wiping you down and opening a bath for you right after, how good he always smelt after coming out of the shower, the notable contrast compared to the room that both smelled and looked like a sex marathon had transpired.

But no, the worst part wasn't how perfect he was, the worst part was that he wasn't yours...

it sucked how much your heart melted when he'd do so little as to flash you a warm smile, it sucked how you loved how possessive he got of you, it sucked how he treated you like you were his special girl, it sucked how much you loved him...

it tore you apart knowing you had come this far with him and yet whenever you were asked on the status of your relationship, you'd be the only one that burned of embarrassment when you received looks of sympathy when you revealed he was merely your situationship. you knew you didn't have the heart to confront johnny about how he had practically dribbled and made a mockery out of your feelings. how each and every time you'd convinced yourself you were ready to cut him off, he'd snake his way up into the gap of your thighs, lapping away at the front of bravery you'd put up as if it were ice cream and all you could do was lay there to melt.

if you hadn't yet mentioned it in the last six months, what would trigger the sudden change?

maybe it was the fact that the soft patters of water had prematurely woken you up from sleep. reaching for his phone for the time, only for there to be a pang you felt in your heart as you read the crude notification from one of the girls you'd seen at a party you'd attended mere hours early, while your boy-...friend was in the shower. not surprised by what you had assumed were his antics, you weren't angry, or even hurt, just sheerly and utterly drained.

for the duration of the party and every party prior to that, you hadn't over-stepped and told anybody to back off from making any advances on him. it wasn't because you had faith in him, you couldn't stomach yet another look of sympathy, one of those looks that made it very evident that you weren't his, you were just his favourite.

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an: man i'm so incredibly tired but i didn't want you guys to forget me lmao.... here's a little something of proof i'm not dead and whatnot...

[starrynctzen]

[9:28 pm]

johnny has no idea what the future holds for the both of you

but right now

in this moment

with you in his arms

placing kisses on your forehead

he doesn't care what the future holds

good or bad

he doesn't care what happens

as long as he's with you

[doiefy]

crimson watercolour // johnny seo

genre: body horror, biopunk, cyberpunk

member: just john lol sorry

warnings: coarse language (or not, I don’t really remember), blood, gore, self-mutilation (not mental health or self-harm related, it’s just a gory sci-fi plot point), barely proofread but I think it’s passable.

note: a spooky little piece i decided to do as i’m making massive changes to my ‘fight or flight’ series… partial spoilers but i don’t expect to be finishing the first fic any time soon, and i feel like it’s not for the tumblr demographic anyways LOL (ao3 here i come). sort of bloody and gory stuff ahead, you have been warned.

*****

MIDNIGHT IN THE WEST LANES OF THE QUARRY, wrapped tightly in the arms of sin and vice: Johnny had found himself in a gnarly predicament.

He slid to the ground spewing profanities, his backside meeting the metal of the door mere seconds after it had slammed shut. The entire thing shook beneath his weight, protesting further when he threw his head back against it. Blunt force hammering into his skull, pain burying deep into his head and racing down his spine like a current—just a precursor for a long, long night.

He did it again, to be sure, pitching backward until he heard a sickening thump. It hurt less now. Good. Then he brought the tin can back up to his lips and finished the rest of his drink, grimacing when he felt grains of sand on his tongue. Peering into the bottom of the now-empty can, he found jagged edges of metal soaked in a discoloured foam. A suspicious crimson stain sat at the bottom, as if the bartender—last seen suffering from the dryness of the Lanes and a badly-split lip—had spat in Johnny’s cup before filling it with lukewarm beer.

No matter, he thought, mustering a condescending sneer. They were no strangers to disease and illness on the streets of the Quarry, and he had a multitude of other issues to worry about: beginning with a group of men somewhere on the other side of the door, all hellbent on tearing him from limb to limb. Leraje had made good promise of carving his face into a gargoyle, if he ever got his hands on him.

Suppose Johnny would just have to do it himself, first.

His reflection awaited him in the bathroom mirror, rough and fatigued, somewhat of a hazy memory. Not quite him. Not perfect, hardly recognizable to most. A softer jawline and heart-shaped face that certainly made him feel foreign in his own body. His eyes were a little meaner than he remembered, bright red and angular like a pair of garnets. His lips were drawn back in a sharp scowl, not entirely to his liking. But it was effective enough around these parts, able to fit him perfectly into the crowd of lowlife party-goers and spiteful drunks.

Working quickly, he slipped out of his jacket and tossed it onto the counter. His shirt followed, pulled over his head in one smooth motion and discarded haphazardly. He debated, for just a second, whether it would be necessary to carve the ink out of his shoulder. For as long as he’d been in hiding, it was the one part of him left recognizable, never altered, never defaced.

“Short, scrawny, black-haired, blue-eyed. Bird tattoo on his arm.”

“Tall-ish, muscular. Black hair. Swallow tattooed on his left shoulder.”

For someone they wanted to kill so badly, they could never paint the right picture.

“He’s got a cute little birdie on his shoulder,” Jungwoo had once said—directly to Johnny’s face, completely unaware that his bounty was right in front of him. “Seen anyone like that recently?”

“No,” Johnny had responded with a snide curl of his lip. He’d tossed a handful of change onto the counter without regard, all whilst holding a blade to the neck of a man hidden below him. It was the small, wiry bartender he’d robbed just moments prior, whose clothes and identity he’d assumed when Jungwoo’s goons backed him into a corner. “Now get the fuck out of my bar.”

The Assembly had been hunting him for sport, like the uber rich topsiders hunted game in the summertime. Johnny had eluded them at every turn only by the skin of his teeth.

By his skin, flesh and bones, by the breaking and tearing of his own body to conform to whatever illusions necessary.

He studied his face for a few moments before taking the knife from his pocket: a handy contraption he’d built himself, with dual blades that could be deployed with the click of a button. Click, like a mechanical pencil. A thin sliver of metal emerged from his hand, gleaming, thrilled to see light again, already on its way to mark the canvas like it had a mind of its own.

It was quick enough. Two symmetrical slashes, one down each side of the face, from the undereye to the hollows of his cheekbone. Deep, painful, nicking something solid on the second stroke. The ink were a deep, glistening red colour, streaking down to his collarbone.

No sooner than he’d begun to bleed, the loose ends of his skin began to knit together. Cells into fibres into tissue into muscle—spiralling into place, regenerating, remodelling. And when they’d smoothed over into patches of new skin, there was a sharpness to his face that hadn’t been there prior.

Though not quite enough.

Again, the knife came. This time below the first cuts, deeper. Harder. Hitting bone purposefully. He hissed as a white-hot sear burst on his vision, lurching forward to clutch at the edge of the counter—before he flipped the blade around his hand and went for more. The thin scalpel now replaced by a thick blade, he drew. An artist hard at work, immersed in their vision, simply could not be stopped. A splatter of red met the floor.

He stopped only to observe. To critique. It looked too much like a past persona: the eyes too small, the mouth too low, the expression still far too cynical, like the bartender facade he’d used to fool Jungwoo. So he relaxed his brow, contorted his features to where he wanted them to be, used his fingers and a smidge of his own blood to mark where he would cut. This was detailed work, after all. He didn’t have time to measure precisely, surely, but he wasn’t a heathen.

Thud. A violent sound behind him; the door shuddered on its hinges, causing Johnny to momentarily lose control of the blade. He felt it cut deep into the corner of his eye and sever a half dozen vessels. Yet there was no fear—it wouldn’t have been the first time he gouged his own eye out, if he was a few millimetres off. There was only a certain irritation at the disruption.

“Someone in there?” a familiar voice called from outside. It was loud and booming, robotic in some strange way, almost as if it’d been fed to a machine first. But above all, it was taunting. “You’ve been in there a long time, friend… Do you need any help? The drink wasn’t too… strong, was it?”

Damn Kim Jungwoo and his timing. Clenching his jaw, Johnny ran the tap and splashed water onto his face. His blood splattered across the sink like crimson watercolour being flung across a canvas. With drenched hands, he slicked his hair back and redressed, then picked up his empty can.

He considered himself an artist in many regards. He had an aptitude for lies and trickery unlike any other. He had lived the lives of upwards of a hundred characters—all hand-drawn, hand-sculpted with the finest material, created with intention and nuance and all, never hollow or useless. The flesh and bone were only the first movement; performance was the second, even if it humiliated him to his core. Johnny believed himself to be an actor suited for centre stage and spotlight, but seldom could he claim his rightful place. Not now. Not yet.

When he flung the bathroom door open a few moments later, he emerged drunk and deranged, tipping over and grabbing onto the first person he saw. A symphony of distasteful club music and voices roared for his entrance, and he thundered above it, spitting and sputtering like an animal.

Within seconds, Jungwoo had flung him aside. They were here for the man with the bird tattoo, not this fool. So Johnny tripped past several party-goers and tumbled to the ground, yet never letting go of his tin can. Then he sat amidst stomping feet and the smell of sweat, feeling the symphony vibrate his bones, laughing until he choked. Part of it was for show; the Assembly wouldn’t bother with someone who looked like him. Part of it was to revel in his victory. In the victories to come.

For one day, he would cast aside all the characters and performances, then rise above them.

[completelyjae]

‘Will you run away again, even if I ask you to stay?’

Johnny stilled upon hearing the harshness in your voice, his eyes widening. Did you think that low of him? 

‘I wouldn’t. You know that.’ you instinctively took a small step back, trying to shield yourself from his hurt — or lies — by crossing your arms on your chest. 

Your voice dropped to a whisper, as if afraid to break something already shattered. ‘Do I, now?’

Johnny’s gaze dropped to the ground, the deep red tiles reflecting the soft light coming from the chandelier just upon them. 

‘Why is it so hard for you to trust me?’ 

you scoffed in disbelief, ‘You’re like an enigma, Johnny. You can’t trust yourself either, how could you expect me to?’

Johnny watched you turn on your heels, your figure getting more distant as he fought the instinct to stop you, to say ‘I’ll become better, just for you’, to cling on to his last fragment of hope. It felt like losing a piece of himself, watching it slip away beyond his reach.

Because he knew his promises wouldn’t last. He couldn’t change, even if you asked him to, even if he wanted to.

And that haunted him.

@ completelyjae

feedback appreciated 𝜗𝜚

[softaestluv]

Johnny who makes it everyone else’s problem that he hasn’t got laid in weeks, that he’s so fucking pent up he can feel it in his teeth. Won’t stop his Scottish whining that his hand isn’t enough, needs a warm cunt to fuck or he’ll go insane.

So, you take one for the team, let him fuck all his pent up cum inside of you because you don’t think you can hear another description of how sad his hand feels. Hope to get him to shut the hell up.

But now he just won’t stop whining about needing to fuck your cunt.

[batsybat91]

Ghost never talks about his home life. He never tells anyone anything. Not even Soap knows what goes on in Ghost's house. He knows that Ghost comes to bars. That he comes to work. But between the work and boys' night, nobody knows anything about him.

That is until Ghost has a little too much to drink one night and can't drive himself home. Soap had been the DD that night, so he asks Ghost for his address. Ghost reluctantly gives it to him after a few minutes of badgering and begging. The drive to Ghost's little townhouse near the base is peaceful.

The first thing Soap notices is that the lights are on. The second thing he notices is the flower bed by the pathway to the door. As Soap helps Ghost out of the passenger seat, he finds himself staring at the flowers. "When did you become a gardener, mate?" Soap asks.

"Huh- wot?" Ghost slurs.

"The flowers, Simon," he clarifies.

"Oh, the old lady planted them," replies Ghost, stumbling over a decorative brick. The brick shatters and crushes the flowers nearby. Soap tucks himself under Ghost's arm, supporting his weight as much as possible.

"The old lady, eh? Like a... neighbor or somethin'?" Soap prods.

He shakes his head. "No, no, my girl."

"What." Soap's jaw drops. He's standing at Ghost's door, hand on the knocker, but he finds himself unable to move. "You have a bird?"

"She ain't a bird," Ghost grumbles, swaying where he stands.

Soap finally manages to get himself to knock on the door, still holding Ghost up like a crutch. Sure enough, a pretty little thing answers the door in a nightgown.

You see Simon with his mask half-on and a stranger with a mohawk supporting him. You assume the mohawk man is one of the mates he goes to the bar with on Fridays. Simon must've had a bit too much tonight because usually he drives himself home when he's sobered up.

"Um, hello," you say tentatively.

"Hi, angel," Simon slurs at you.

"Hush, you're too drunk to call me an angel," you scold. "How much did he have to drink?"

"My name's Johnny, by the way," the man says, surprisingly Scottish. "I'm not sure. Four or five pints? A couple shots? The footie game was tonight and we got a wee bit excited."

"Oh, he's gonna be so hungover and cranky tomorrow," you mutter. "Come inside, Johnny. Help me get him to the couch."

"Not the bed?" Simon whines.

"You're in trouble, mister," you reply curtly.

Johnny spins around in the living room of your house like he's visiting a museum. He clearly didn't expect a house so cottage-y from a man like Simon. Paintings of flowers hang on the walls. A throw blanket and two pillows are on each couch. A TV is mounted to the wall over a short bookcase.

"This is right beautiful, mate," Johnny chuckles.

"She decorated it!" Simon replies proudly. "It's somethin' special, innit?"

"Shut it. Still in trouble for crushing my flowers and coming home pissfaced," you snap. "Johnny, welcome to our home. Simon will still be here in the morning if you want to check on him."

"I didn't know Ghost had a girlfriend," he whispers.

"Girlfriend?! I'm his fiancée! He didn't tell you about me?" you scoff. "Simon, you are in so much trouble!"

"Fiancée," Johnny breathes. "I didn't think it possible."

Part II

[tojisteddy]

Overstim with the 141

John is full of encouragement. His large hands caressing and pulling you in the most divine ways. He’ll hold you close, slowly thrusting into you during your second orgasm, forehead to forehead.

“So pretty honey, know you can give me another.”

“Love you so much, just fuckin- fuck- made for me, fuckin proud of you.”

He’ll plant such tender kisses on your lips, you can’t help but melt and shudder around him. He’ll continue praising you after, cumming himself just from getting you off.

Simon on the other hand, he’s getting that orgasm out of you whether you think you can or not. A bully. Rubbing your puffy clit till your withering and sobbing on his dick. Might stick a finger in your stuffed heat for good measure. He’ll suck on your earlobe, then make his way down your jaw. Finally creaming all over him just how he wanted.

“See? Wasnt that fuckin hard, was it luvie?”

“Pretty little cunt just needed a little guidance, huh birdie?”

Gaz, just has to talk you through it. Dirty talker at heart. Wont shut the fuck up. Definitely has your arms pinned behind your back, enjoying the perfect view of of your cheeks rippling every time he drags his length out and then rams it back in your sopping walls.

“Shit, sweetheart, look at how well you’re taking me. Pussy wont let me go, needs me right, here, yeah?”

“Shh, shhhh, listen angel. You hear all that? That’s allll you, fucking soaking me to my balls. You can give me another, show me how good you are.”

Soap, the idiot, will overstimulate himself while overstimulating you. You’re fucking shaking, telling him to take a fucking break but he’s pussy drunk. So pussy drunk, that even the idea of him pulling out of your tight pussy makes tears well up in his eyes, rambling, whimpering, pleading—

“Cannae get enough of ye bonnie, god, ‘nd ya want me gone? Not like this lass, ma ears ‘re shot. I can’t- ungh- why are ye suckin me like this, Christ-“

“Soo good- hnngh- too good- need you dove. Please, please cum, just once more! I swear, I promise-“

The fool, fucking you both dumb till he’s shooting blanks, cum leaking out of your overstuffed cunt, leaking down his thighs and he’s passed out, still inside you. Don’t worry! He’ll do it over again tomorrow :)

a/n: good morning, sluts, countryfolk, and working babes— lend me your ears!!!

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[lovemebutleavemewild]

Convict!Ghost and innocent!reader who signs up for a program to visit and write letters to convicts without friends or families on the outside. You believe in the program, believe you're acting as a way to anchor a man, who would otherwise be lost, to society.

Ghost pretends you're getting through to him, nods and smiles when you tell him you know he can do better, be better. Meanwhile, he's thinking of all the filthy, depraved things he wants to do to you when he's released, thinking of his friend Soap in the laundry whose specialty is smuggling contraband in and wondering if he can convince you to slip him a nice lil picture of yourself or maybe even a pair of your panties. Soap probably wouldn't even want his usual cut, so long as he can get a look too.

[lovesuhng]

love

fluff, friends to lovers

Johnny was on his way to your apartment after receiving a message from you saying that wanted to show him something and couldn't wait until the next day.

You two had been friends for a long time, neither of you even remembered when the friendship had started. You had gone through a lot together, always present in each other's lives during the most important moments.

It was you that Johnny invited to the prom. It was Johnny who supported you when a boy at school broke your heart. It was you Johnny took for a ride in his dad's car when he first learned to drive. It was Johnny who was the first person to know when you got into the university you had always dreamed of. All of these moments showed just how close you both were.

After being greeted by your roommate, Johnny headed toward your room, entering as soon as you shouted, "Come in, the door's open."

"What did you want so ba—" Johnny stopped talking when he saw you. He couldn’t finish his sentence, stunned by your beauty. You were wearing a short red dress with small flowers on it, your face had light makeup, making you look even more gorgeous. To top it off, you wore a necklace with a small sunflower charm, a gift from Johnny himself. You were… beautiful, radiant. That was enough to make Johnny's heart beat a little faster.

“Good thing you’re here.” You jumped into your friend's arms. “Oh Johnny, I know I look amazing, but close your mouth because you're already drooling."

"Ha, you’re dreaming if you think I’m drooling over you." Johnny cleared his throat, trying to hide his nervousness. "Alright, tell me what you wanted to show me so badly."

"SURPRISE!" You turned your back to Johnny, intending to show off your new tattoo, but all he noticed was how much of your back was exposed due to the cut of your dress. "What do you think?"

"Huh?" The man seemed to snap out of a trance at your sudden question.

"The tattoo, Johnny, what do you think?"

That’s when he finally noticed the flowers near your shoulder, along with a small olive branch, similar to the one he had on his left shoulder. He knew you had always wanted a matching friendship tattoo, but he hadn’t thought you’d actually go through with it.

His heart raced again.

“It looks incredible!”

“Do you think Jaehyun will like it?”

“Huh? Jaehyun? Why are you asking that?”

“Because I’m going on a date with him in a bit.”

Johnny felt something he had felt before but never wanted to admit. Before, his heart would race just from seeing you, but now he felt a tightness in his chest, as if the mere thought of seeing you with someone else caused this. That was it. Johnny was jealous. You noticed Johnny was lost in thought. You touched his arm and asked, “Is something wrong? You’re acting so strange today…”

“You’re not going.”

You found your friend’s behavior odd. “What?”

“You’re not going on that date,” he repeated, looking into your eyes. You crossed your arms, waiting for an explanation.

“Why are you acting like this, John?”

“I don’t know, I just… don’t want you near him…”

You laughed a little, leaving Johnny confused. “Wait, don’t tell me you’re jealous?”

“Yes, I’m insanely jealous.” His honesty surprised you.

“Are you serious, John?” He only nodded. “But why?”

Johnny ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, clearly nervous. Even he didn’t know the answer to that question, or maybe he just didn’t want to admit it.

“I wish I knew how to answer that, but honestly, I don’t. Maybe I’m…”

“…Falling for me?”

That was it. It seemed confusing, but maybe Johnny was falling for you more than he should.

“Maybe.” A bit calmer, Johnny looked directly at you and finally opened up about everything he was feeling. “Every time I’m around you, I get this warm, fuzzy feeling in my stomach and in my heart. It’s like your presence alone brings peace and the certainty that everything’s going to be alright, you know? It’s kinda crazy, but I always want you close, want to keep hugging you, touching you, and especially making you smile, because that makes you even more beautiful than you already are. So, if this is what it’s like to like someone, then I guess I like you, __. Too bad I took so long to realize it.”

You were speechless.

Johnny’s confession had reignited a feeling that had been locked away in your heart for a long time. The truth was, your date with Jaehyun was an attempt to move on and forget your true feelings for your best friend. But it seemed those feelings had never really left your heart.

“I should go, we can talk later…” Johnny turned, ready to leave, thinking he had just made a huge mistake.

“No Johnny, wait!” You interrupted, grabbing his hand and making him turn back toward you. “I know things must be really confusing in your little head, but if you want, I can help you figure it all out.”

“And how are you going to do that?”

You didn’t answer, instead you stood on your tiptoes and gave him a long, soft kiss. If Johnny’s heart was already racing, now it felt like every carnival drum in the world was beating inside his chest. You felt the same, after all, this moment was like a dream come true. When the kiss broke, you felt Johnny leaning in for more and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I guess that means… I like you too, John.”

You were still holding hands and Johnny pulled you closer, placing his hand on your back, making you shiver at his touch. Then, it was his turn to kiss you, with intensity, making you completely lose yourself in the sensation of him.

You pulled apart to catch your breath, but kept your foreheads together, locked in a deep gaze. “Still going on that date with Jaehyun?”

You shook your head, pouting. “I’ll explain to him that something urgent came up, but now…” A mischievous smile appeared on your lips. Johnny noticed. You took advantage of the fact that he was close to your bed and gently pushed him onto it. He sat, and you immediately climbed into his lap, his large hands wrapping around your waist. Leaning in, you whispered, “…I want to give you the kisses I’ve been saving all these years.”

With a huge smile, Johnny pulled you into a slow, passionate kiss, filled with a feeling that, even if he didn’t quite understand it yet, he was sure you were the only person who could make him feel this way.

Maybe this feeling was called… love.

[syofrelief]

parasite

johnny is a bit overattached

When you started doing....whatever this was, you would slip out in the morning before he woke, sometimes with a note or a cup of coffee as a greeting. Left on his bedside table for him to see, groggy and drooling.

Well, that didn't work for him. Johnny would curl on top of you at night, and no matter how many pushups you did could train you for moving that. He acted like it was an accident, but you noticed how his eyes would clear when he saw you, his heart would slow, and he'd smile.

You'd kiss him on the cheek and only then would he let you pull on your trousers and sneak out.

Throughout the day, he needed check ins. Waves, brushes on the shoulder, quick pecks or a soft squeeze when he had a second. He'd nudge his way through your office door, shyly asking to sit by you while you did paperwork.

A parasite, you compared him affectionately. His nose scrunched, but the resemblance was there.

You decided to tease him one day. A Tuesday, a rare one with nothing big. A 'smear' is what Soap and the gang called them, for some reason. His favorite. A day where he could sleep in, which meant you slept in. Lounging around, you tucked to his chest as the TV blabbed.

Eyes cracking open, you slowly wriggled your way from under his warm weight. Slowly. He twitched at every move, whining slightly when you finally broke free. Ceding a bit, you smoothed his brow with a few kisses, stroking over his sleeping back. Soap settled again, snoring loudly. You stifled a grin, tugging on a coat and disappearing down the hall. Not even a note.

Johnny was distraught when he woke. The one day he had in months and your side of the bed was cold. He curled into your pillow, sulking at the empty hook where your tags should have been. You must have had an early meeting. He huffed, tossing and turning before grumpily shoving on his running clothes.

You dodged him at every opportunity. Gaz had agreed to team up, sending you a discreet text when your little parasite was on the move.

Track. Hour tops.

You smirked, deciding to stroll down to the armory. The magazines probably needed organizing.

Johnny texted you the minute he finished.

wya, birdie? need tae say good mornin :)

You almost cracked, hearing his pleading through the screen. It was a little cruel, running in circles around him when he just wanted a little kiss. You giggled.

busy, be out all day sorry baby!!!!

Humming, you resumed your collection of menial tasks. It was nice, actually. The quiet.

Johnny was having a wildly different time. He felt like he was going insane. He'd never spent this much time not being by your side, let alone not seeing you. He hadn't seen you since you tucked into bed with him the night prior. It felt like a critical part of his body had been surgically removed without his consent.

He moped around the gym, noticeably bereft of his typical roughousing. In his sulking, he missed the eyebrow waggle Gaz sent over his head, to which Ghost rolled his eyes.

Smelling a whiff of your perfume was the end of it. He was like a bloodhound, trailing through the halls with a bloodthirsty glint in his eye. Recruits flattened themselves against the walls, terrified of the hardness of his jaw. Soap? Pissed? Like that? Jesus, got his knickers in a twist.

You made until noon before he snagged you. Clotheslined you, right across the tummy coming out of the kitchen. Squealing, you fumbled for steady footing as he manhandled you into a hug, growling kisses onto your face.

"Firs' you sneak out in the mornin,'" he huffed, nosing under your jaw. His hand came up to tug at your shirt. "Then ye done disappear for the whole day, like ah'm s'posed to jes' let ye weasel out of- quit, lassie, need it," he broke off in a plead, petting the softness of your hips. You stopped fighting him, accepting your fate as his chew toy.

"Awh, poor Johnny," you teased, playfully biting his cheek. Soap flicked your ear.

"You're takin' the piss, dove."

"A wee bit, maybe."

At your giggle he gasped, stepping away. "Ah'v about lost me mind lookin fer ye and yer teasin'? Kick a man while he's down, aye-"

You tackled him in a hug, nuzzling into his bear arms. Soap paused his lamenting, cooing over your content sigh. You were starting to go a little crazy too, admittedly.

Later, as he snored gently in your lap, you reconsidered your previous classification. A parasite implied there was no benefit to having him latch onto you. But the warm peace floating over you said otherwise.

A pest, you settled for. A very persistent, adorable pest.

[spurbleu]

think it’s really funny to imagine the younger men of the 141 realizing that price is actually super good with women.

soap plays knight- shows off to gawking birds, kyle’s pretty boy eyes and sharp tongue garner plenty of attention, and all simon needs to do is sit in the middle of the bar, waiting till a sweet thing asks him ‘what a big man like him is doing alone?’

price isn’t as engaged. let’s his boys have fun, but for the most part prefers to hang back. enjoy his liquor and cigarettes- let them do their thing. course, doesn’t go unnoticed. which spurs their assumption it’s not a ‘he wont’ and instead a ‘he cant’.

“‘fraid they might not like you, capm’?”

“aye gaz, play nice. ye know ta old man’s sensitive.”

“lost his spark, i reckon.”

they rib him for weeks on end about being an old man, no game, out of his prime, ect ect. it’s all light and fun of course, and combat keeps them busy enough that the jokes start to be forgotten. doesn’t occur to them that price has just been biting his tongue since the first blow.

until- night off. pub lights, tallboys and pretty women. familiar scene, type of place that has been in nasty dreams for weeks. kyle and soap are assessing the room, and simon’s silently following along. it takes them a minute to realize they’re captain is gone- but not 10 seconds to find him again- with a sweet, gorgeous bird on his arm by the bar.

silently, they watch as he effortlessly charms her. they count how many times she laughs, how eager she is to hold his arm, how, within in minutes, they’re already cozied up on a booth, nursing beer and making eyes.

and why wouldn’t she? classically handsome, mature, cute smile, a rugged exterior with a gentle execution. it’s a no-brainer for her when he offers to ‘get out of here’, and hold the muscles that breech from his shirt. doesn’t catch the way he glances over to a corner of the pub as they make their leave, small smile tugging at the burs of his mustache as he clocks the shock of his men’s faces under low lighting.

soap and kyle’s jaw break, meanwhile simon lets out a barking laugh.

“old man’s still got it.”

needless to say, all three men said nothing about losing his charm at the next debrief.

[millzinterlude]

Soap is a pervert this. No, Soap is a hopeless romantic that. Well what if he’s both. Utterly and completely in love with his woman, so in love that he can’t help BUT be perverted when it comes to her. Yes he comes home with flowers, but while you’re bending over to smell them he’s humping your ass, getting off to you absolutely loving the flowers. He takes you to your favorite restaurant on your anniversary, the atmosphere all romantic and intimate. He’s staring at you like you placed the very stars in the sky, his voice a little shaky as he rattles on about how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you. Your eyes are dewy from his little speech and he can’t help but chub up a bit because he loves how you look when you cry. He drops to his knees as he’s done plenty of times before, taking your hands as he looks at you. There’s a ring in his pocket and a pair of your worn panties in the other.

A/N: abrupt ending I literally just had to get this out my head 😭

[bunny-jpeg]

captain mactavish loved to see virgins squirm on his cock. johnny mactavish was a notable womb buster and virgin breaker. he loved to leave the pretty bonnies panting for more, he loved to leave them fucked out and whiny. pathetic little things under him. he loved watching the cute little things on base run to find emergency contraceptive because even if captain mactavish tried to use condoms, it was nothing like filling a bonnie full of his cum.

you were his favourite though, the kind of woman that left johnny panting for more. you made him more feral than an upright man. he was a captain and yet when you walked by, his cock got leaky with want.

he man handled you like you were a toy. bruise your soft hips and fuck you until he was trying to get you to taste his cum in the back of your throat. johnny spent too much time with the structure of the military, he was battle-worn so to lose control in your pretty pussy was a luxury that he knew he couldn't go without. there were a dozen pretty faces on base, but none of them lingered in johnny's mind. so when he got you on your back in his room and his strong arms planted on either side of you. his cock rubbed up against the front of your pussy, his words filthy, "we gotta get 'em reacquainted, hen. been gone too long, she probably misses me." his words curled around a base part of your brain that was fueled by sexual need. you whimpered a little bit, you were caged under your captain. he was painfully big and as a result of your many encounters. not even your toys from home could relieve the itch under your skin. your captain was the only person that could make you cum. and johnny was more than happy to shoot every last of his swimmers into your cunt. at least he'd be certain that no other man could have you. when he got his impressive length into you without too much noise from you. he licked his lips. those blue eyes of his were heavy with a sexual want and you thought you found heaven. especially when he leaned back on his heels and lifted your hips until your were bent in a way that your knees were to your ears. you soaked cunt on full display for him.

"captain." "don't worry, bonnie. i got ya. just stay there, hook your arms under your knees so ya don't fall over." his words were heavy, almost caring as if you couldn't feel his hard cock in your stomach. he held onto you tighter and started to move against you heavily. you kicked out your legs a little bit and you felt heat flood your cheeks as he fucked you. the bed squeaked under the both of you as he placed sloppy kisses on your skin. he couldn't wait till he got some time off with you, he took you back to his flat in glasgow and got to mark your pretty skin. he wanted to see how bruised he could make your neck before you two got stares in public. as if they couldn't smell his cum on your skin. shore leave sounded nice about now, pull a few strings and surprise, you're with johnny the entire time. that was the luxury of being a captain. if you thought about leaving him, then he'd pull every string he could get his hands on to get you back in his circle. but from the blissed out expression on your face as he fucked you, you weren't getting anywhere fast. at least not until johnny puts a baby in you. he heard you talk about not wanting children, he had already made the decision for you. it wouldn't be hard, you put your faith too much in birth control and johnny was not about playing dirty. everything had a failure rate, it was only a matter of time. especially when his cock head was pressed up against your cervix. and it made you drool against your covers when you turned your head to the side. he could feel your pretty cunt flutter around his achy cock. the idea of him being with the only made you'd ever be with excited him and made him thrust against you faster. you whimpered and arched your back. he knew when you came then your brain would go flat lined. and he was right, you clutched onto him as you came. back arched and you squeezed your eyes shut. you didn't even form words, you just made a sharp noise that made johnny feel really good. the sight of you made him cum quickly as well. a thrust of his hips to make sure that his cock was getting comfortable with our spongy little womb. a promise of things to come.

before you could muster the strength to go find a way to make sure you didn't get pregnant, johnny was already one step ahead of you. his cock was hard once more and you were on your stomach, back arched to let johnny fuck that sweet cunt once more. even if you tried to claw at the sheets in some half-assed attempt to escape, johnny would always over power you. you're not getting away that easily, so just lie that and let your captain do all the hard work.

"don't sniffle there, bonnie. you'll look a lot better with some baby fat on your hips." <3