#Johnny imagine

[emasstars]

on ice

how i imagine they’d be ice skating with you | fluff/crack

a/n: i’m thinking about making a christmas/winter-themed event, but here’s this to kick off the start of dropping temperatures (at least, where i am)! again, sorry for my inactivity.

ponyboy took skating lessons, but ice is one of his weaknesses. he forgets it’s not like a track and that he has to glide. he fumbles every now and then, might lose his balance for a moment, but he isn’t awful in any way.

johnny does not know how to skate. he will be holding onto the side board with everything he has, praying in his head that his legs won’t give in. he’s like a piece of wood—his legs physically cannot bend. by the time you coax him off of the side board and have him holding your hand, time is up, and the rink is kicking everyone out.

dally thinks he can skate, and he somewhat can. but only slowly. he won’t hold your hand, and the cocky shit thinks he can keep his hands in his pockets. he can skate around the rink, but he can’t dash through anybody. ice is one of the only things that would doom him if he were ever on the run.

sodapop skates decently. his parents signed him up for lessons forever ago, so he knows the fundamentals. he really likes holding your hand and skating slowly with you—bonus points if there’s the very rare chance it’s snowing. he’s an undeniable hopeless romantic, and even if it isn’t snowing, he likes to pretend it is.

darry is a football player, not a skater. he cannot skate. he’s like if a rock was thrown onto the ice. he will not, cannot, and is afraid to move. if you can skate, he will rely on you to hold his hand and pull him. he’s, very sadly, too ungraceful to skate.

two-bit is a surprisingly good skater. he’s really flexible, and with enough willpower, he could be a figure skater. if you want to skate holding his hand, you can’t. he will let go and skate around the rink at full speed like a hockey player.

steve cannot skate either, though he will not resort to the side board like johnny. he’ll simply cling onto your arm with everything he has, which is arguably worse. he doesn’t even try to skate, he’s just letting you drag him along. it feels a bit like he’s a child in a wagon on halloween.

[epinebleue]

love me now (m) | johnny suh

a series of drabbles depicting life with your hot-ass boyfriend.

pairing: johnny suh x reader (female)

genre: established relationship!au, angst, fluff, mature.

warnings: specified in each chapter.

status: ongoing

chapter index:

01. in which you have sex via FaceTime

02. in which you have to babysit your niece

03. in which you go to a Halloween party

04. in which Johnny has a car accident

05. in which you go for a night drive

06. in which you lose a bet

07. in which you make an interesting discovery

08. in which the rain ruins your plans

09. in which Johnny gets into a fight

10. in which the heat is unbearable

11. in which Johnny gets his hair cut

No reposting or translations allowed.

© epinebleue 2023

[espresseo-cafe]

[17:09] the skatepark was like johnny’s second home. for the most part, seeing him skate made your heart jump. in both good ways and not, the feeling you had in your stomach verified that your best friend was indeed a chick magnet. he was that well known at the area.

and because you were his best friend, you had to tag along to his trips to the skate park every time you were on days off. so here you were sitting hesitantly by the bleachers. as much as you hated to admit it, a little jealousy creeps up on you when you see others eyeing johnny with hunger.

“should i ask for his number? he’s hot.” one asked her friend, sporting a denim high shorts paired with long socks and an old school vans.

her friend squealed and nudged her, “like yes?? you guys are matching in denims, too.”

you tsked to yourself and rolled your eyes, chewing on your gum and put your airpods max back on, continuing to sketch the scenery in front of you. honestly? you could care less.. if you didn’t habour any feelings for him at all.

but no, you had a massive crush on johnny and it pains you to know that the girl you scoffed at may have just caught his attention, he kept looking her way. of course you were just assuming at this point because who wouldn’t love your very attractive best friend anyway?

johnny on the other hand knew this all too well. he smiled to himself when he saw your supposedly ignorant front until he saw your transparent jealousy. he felt flattered yet he as well couldn’t hold his frown back when other guys approached you for a small talk.

“dude, you’re frowning again.” jaehyun smirked at his friend, knowing his hidden crush on you since way back. “you know you could skip today’s practice if it’s bugging you so much.”

“it’s not bugging me..” johnny coughed, preparing for his skateboard run down the ramp.

“righttt.” jaehyun pushed the guy playfully but johnny didn’t miss jae’s expression as he pointed at you. “dude!”

shocks and squeals heard at the park when people’s attentions shifted to you, and johnny never whipped his head as fast as he did. seeing your hands covering half of your face.

it didn’t take long for him to figure that a skateboard flew straight at you and made your nose bleed. apparently there was a fight close by before you got hurt.

“y/n!” he called out, skating immediately next to you, who was sniffling in pain. “don’t put your head up. just tilt it a little.” he said, holding up your head while he checked for other injuries you might’ve had.

his heart sank when he spotted upcoming bruises on the side of your face, neck, shoulder, and arms.

you didn’t want to make a scene but you were really hurt so you hugged johnny and told him you wanted to leave. “johnny, i wanna go home.”

johnny patted your back and caressed it, “alright, alright. let’s go to the hospital first to have you checked.” he turned around to glare at the two people guilty of this. “you guys did this to my girl?”

the two guys nodded and accepted to pay for your hosptial bills.

he aided you by your side and you winced at the pain, “it’s okay, you’ll be okay.”

your heart beated quick, not because of the stressful atmosphere but of johnny’s remark. so you smirked at him, “my girl, huh?”

johnny just coughed as he got busted. “well you were firing up with jealousy when the girls were thirsting on me.”

you flinched, you got busted too. “you were watching me?” you chuckled.

“… i always have.”

[babiesdreams]

Advent Calendar

Day 10 : Johnny- Jaehyun- Jungwoo. +18

Content Warning: Very kinky. BDSM. A lot of degradation and humilliation. Praise kink. Slight use of pain as a pleasure source. Foursome. Daddy kink. Orgasm denial, orgasm control. Sub reader.

The dim light reflects over your sweaty breasts, you know you're supposed to look into the mirror, to watch your reflection, but the view of Johnny, Jaehyun and Jungwoo standing next to you makes it hard not to wander. They're all shirtless, wearing formal pants. Johnny's neck tie is wrapped over your wrists, Jaehyun's is inside your mouth, keeping you quiet, and Jungwoo's is wrapped among your ankles. They all have their eyes fixed on you.

You're kneeling completely naked except for the rope, that's tied in an intricate pattern drawn over your skin. There is one clothespin pinching each one of your nipples. Johhny is holding a whip, Jaehyun a paddle, and Jungwoo a riding crop. They circle around you like predators as you stand there, trembling with anticipation.

Johnny steps towards you, his eyes locked on you. "We've been waiting for you," he says in a deep voice, you gulp in response. Jaehyun and Jungwoo approach you from each side, whipping their toys in the air. "Are you ready to submit to us?" Jaehyun asks, getting his tie out of your mouth, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Y-yes" You mumble

Jungwoo smirks. "Yes what?" His eyes fixed on you. "Y-yes Master" You say, remembering how each one had a nickname they wanted you to say. Jungwoo cracks his crop against your palm, that was being held over your head with the rope, it causes a loud echo filling the room. "Good," he says with a smirk. "Johnny, why don't you start us off?" Johnny nods in agreement and steps towards you. He runs his hand down your bare arm, sending shivers down your spine. "Do you like pain?" he whispers into your ear.

"I'm not sure... Sir" The hesitation in your voice makes the boy grunt. "What if I do" He says, approaching your body, he kneels down to reach to your breasts and moves the clothespins slightly with his fingers "This". You can't control a soft high-pitched moan to escape your lips. "That means you like it" He comments standing back up. His hands hold the whip, ready to attack your body, he teases you moving so that you think he'll hit you but then stopping just when you flinch.

When you're completely off-guard the whip hits the left side of your torso, extending up to your breasts. You scream loudly, but he doesn't allow you to process it before he whips you again, and again and again. Your skin turns red and sore after every whip, but you enjoy every bit of it, there's a wetness forming on your pussy, dripping onto the floor.

"Stop" Jungwoo says and Johnny protests with a grunt. "We're gonna play a game" The boy explains further. Jaehyun walks towards you, blindfold in hand. "You're gonna have to guess who's pleasuring you. You know how to properly call us right?" His eyes are fixed on yours. "Yes Master" you reply. "He's Sir" You say pointing at Johnny. "And he's daddy" This time you point at Jaehyun. "Good girl. Now blindfold her" When he says this, Jaehyun ties the blindfold on the back of your head, his actions are considerate and slow. You note it on your mind hoping that'd help you in the game.

"So here's how this goes. One of us will do something to you and for it to stop you have to say Thank you and the nick of whoever it is. If you want it to continue beg for it in the same way. Undestood?" You pay close attention to the explanation, now that you can't see you're far more focused on the sounds. "Yes Master" You reply with a nod.

There's silence for a moment, until you moan at the sudden caress over your right nipple. After the initial shock you try to think, your first instinct is to identify how the finger might look by the contact it has over your skin. It moves over your nipple, reaching the tough material of the clothespin. There's nothing significant that can help you here. It moves down your sensitive skin, your whole body shakes. There's no way for you to guess it this way. Even when you focus, you find it easier to guess how the fingerprint looks like rather than to actually link it to one of the boys.

Maybe by the way he acts you can guess it. It's not like Johnny to be so patient and you think Jungwoo would have chosen a different action. Jaehyun, it must be him. But now for the important matter, do you want it to stop or to continue? It certainly feels good to feel something after long minutes of painful restriction of the pins. "Please continue... Daddy" You finally make up your mind.

The boy doesn't stop, but after a few seconds the paddle hits your exposed butt. Shit you think. Since the paddle hit you, Jaehyun must be the one holding it. The fingers have gotten faster now, and the skin is begining to feel overworked. "Thank you Master" You finally say, after debating your options for a while.

He stops. "What took you so long?" He whispers into your ear. "Have you forgotten who your owner is?" Your body shakes in response of his words. "No master" You reply right away, his hands carressing your body softly. "Very well" He says before standing up. This leaves a certain emptiness inside of you, you're already missing his presence around you. But this is a game, it is what it is.

You hear something buzz close to your figure, before you can properly identify where it's coming from you feel the vibrations on your right thigh, slowly approaching your wetness. Your walls tighten in anticipation, but before it gets to your clit, the vibrator moves to your left thight. "More please" You moan, desperate for pleasure.

The riding crop Jungwoo was holding hits the bottom of your back, stealing a scream from you. Right the nick, you think to yourself. The vibrator reaches the limits of your folds. "Please daddy" You let out, hoping you're right about this assumption. The vibrator moves towards your clit and its kept there, held by the ropes that were tightened across your hips.

Before a single moan leaves your mouth, soft lips collapse into yours. His big hand holds your head in place while the kiss gets more and more intense. You know you're close when your hips move with uncontrollable spasms. You break the kiss only to ask for permission. "Can I cum Master?" You ask, used to your sessions with Jungwoo, but he chuckles. "It's not me you have to ask to pet" The loud sound of the whip hitting your back stops you from talking.

"Can I cum daddy?" The boy in front of you chuckles and you quickly realize you were wrong all along. "I'm not daddy darling" You can picture his evil smile by the sound of his voice. "I'm sorry sir. Can I cum sir" He laughs "Oh no, no, no. You may not" His hand reaches towards the vibrator and turns it off. Your body complaints at his malicious actions, though your mouth is unable to. "Open your mouth" He orders and you oblige. A hot drop of spit enters slowly. "Now you'll know how I taste right?" He grunts and you simply nod.

His lips trap you into a far more heated kiss, needy even. You blame yourself for not realising the passion of his kiss before. "Sir" You whisper against his lips. At this point you feel like you're more needy than he is. "I need it" You beg. He smiles and gets you right arm free from the ropes and tie, placing it on his length. "Earn it bitch" He says and your hand start moving, up and down, masturbating his hardness. His dick throbs against your soft hand.

You motions pick up a faster pace, triggering a deeper need in him. "Enough" He says, grabbing your wrist firmly. You stop inmediately while he turns the vibrator back on. His hand moves your arm away from his length. "Let me touch you" You plea with a needy voice. He drops your hand onto his shoulder. His lips go back to yours, though they descend along your neck shortly after.

"May I cum please Sir?" You beg in between moans. "Do you want to cum for me?" He asks, removing one of the clothespin with his mouth. "Yes sir, please" You moan out. He releases your other nipple, making you feel even more pleasure. His lips kiss yours passionately and his hand reaches the vibrator, turning it off and removing it this time.

"Oh I forgot this rule" Jungwoo says from behind you. "There's a five minute limit for each one of us" You whine in protest, he chuckles in response. What you assume to be Jaehyun's hand wraps itself with your hair. The strong hand pushes you closer to his dick. Your lips part, letting it enter your mouth.

You remain completely still, letting him take control of your actions. His hand pushes you closer slowly until his tip reaches the back of your throat, since you're used to this, you manage not to gag. But it changes when he thrusts in you faster and harder making you a gagging mess. He pulls out to let you breathe for a brief moment.

His hold on your hair makes it difficult for the blindfold to stay in, so he just rips it off your face. You instantly look up to confirm that it was indeed Jaehyun who'd been fucking your mouth. The sight of his dick right in front of your face is mesmerazing. A smirk draws on his face when he sees the fiixation of your eyes on his hardness. He grabs you by the hair and pulls softly, you crawl following his steps. They guide you towards a sofa where he sits, opening his legs to expose his dick to you.

"Suck" He orders. You nod and move slightly closer to reach better. "Na-ah" He stops you pushing your forehead with his palm. "What do you say?" You gulp and look directly into his eyes. "Yes Daddy" You reply and his hand leaves your forehead. You start by licking it from the bottom to the tip. It makes his dick twitch with pleasure.

You open your mouth widely and get it inside your mouth. Now that he's fully hard though, it doesn't fit as well as before. "All the way in" He comments, and you try, but you can't quite make it. His legs wrap around your neck, anckles pushing you closer to him. You feel his tip entering your throat, a gag. Then it slides in it a bit more. "I said all the way" He says before it reaches the back of your throat and your lips are on the limit of his balls.

His legs go down and you instantly pull out, in search of air. "Good girl" He praises lifting your chin so that you look at him. "Can you do it looking at daddy now?" You feel your cheeks burn with a mixture of passion and embarrassment. "Yes daddy" You manage to let out in between heavy breaths. His leg trap your head again, now your eyes are locked in his.

"Open" He orders and you part your lips. "Wider" You open your mouth wider, sticking your tongue out. "Good girl" He praises before pushing you closer. This time it's quicker and smoother, although when he reaches the back of your throat you gag. It's intense though, to look into his eyes, to see the pleasure you're causing him, the need he's built for you. You stay like that for a while, drooling onto your own thighs.

He pulls out of you again. His fingers collect your spit from his length and feeds it to you, then does the same with what's fallen onto your thighs. He lifts your body and place you laying down on the sofa, head sticking out. He inserts his balls inside your mouth, they're soft and warm. Then he slides his dick inside your throat, this time with his hand on your neck.

Through the pressure he's making on your throat, you can actually feel the bulge forming on it, pressing against his palm. He thrusts in and out of you. Harder. Desperate. "Time's up" Jungwoo's voice forces him to pull out and step away.

"Let's play a different game now" He says. Johnny puts the blidfold back over your eyes and walks you to the same spot you were in. The vibrator returns, when he places it over your throbbing clit you feel you could just cum right there. "You'll be hit by different things, if you guess correctly who did it you get to stay the same way. If you don't we make the toy go faster. You're not allowed to cum during this game. Understood?" You take a deep breath, knowing this will be a hard one. "Yes master" You reply.

You first feel the whip on your thigh. You clearly remember Johnny holding it before so you don't doubt to say "Sir" The vibrator starts moving under your clit with a slow pace. Fuck you think. A paddle coes next, this time you decide to focus on the roughness of the hit. When the wood material touches the sensitive skin of your butt a loud scream leaves your mouth. It hurted. It hurted quite a lot. "Sir" This time it should be right.

And it is, because it stays the same. A palm hits your face. It feels rough, but his hand was soft and moist, it was definetely Jaehyun. "Daddy" The vibrator stays the same way. It goes on for some more rounds. Since it's hard to guess the toy is now almost to its full potential. You've given up at this point. "Please. I'm gonna cum" You cry out. "You can't" Jungwoo's voice breaks you. The deep breaths had stopped working long ago.

Luckily enough a hand reaches, taking the vibrator away from your skin. "You've done great so far pet" Jungwoo's praise makes you sob "This last test will be easy. We'll cum in your mouth and you'll try to guess who's it is. No consequences. After you take all of our loads, you will cum" You whine in desperation but nod at the instructions.

They order you to keep your mouth open, to wait for their loads. The first one is big, fills your whole mouth, hot and liquidy, the taste is bitter. "Daddy" You guess since his precum was slightly similar. "Good girl" He says with a proud smile. The next one is thicker there's less of it and it is rather sweet. You know cum can change over time but this is nothing like Jungwoo's loads. "Sir" Johnny congratulates your guess by spitting in your mouth. Now you're completely sure it was him.

Lastly Jungwoo's hot and citric cum fills your mouth. You swallow them all at once and with a smile say "Master" He pats your head and helps you lay down. He places your head on his crossed legs and removes the blindfold, just in time to allow you to see how the two boys get closer to your pussy. They stick their tongues out and start licking over your folds.

You were already dripping wet, but their saliva makes it all sloppier. The view of their tongues collapsing with each other, while they fight over who gets to lick over your clit makes you blush intensely. Jungwoo's fingers pinch your nipples, keeping them erect. The orgasm starts building up inside of you, body spasming with pleasure.

"Can I cum?" You moan. They all say "Yes" at the same time, followed by encouragements such as "Come for me baby" or "Let me taste your cum" You end up squirting. Jaehyun traps the blast in between his lips, sucking in your juices. Johnny takes his turn right after. And you're left trembling, eyes rolling back into your head and body completely messy with different tastes and fluids.

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[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

[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...

[saturnznct]

d3 - christmas in chicago | jhs

➸ word count; 1240 words

➸ jude; aged 14, verity & katie; aged 5, connor; aged 1 month 

➸ alternative names used; junho (jude), eunyoung (katie)

dadmas masterlist | nct masterlist

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Surprisingly, your five-year-old twins are not the ones who wake you up at five in the morning on Christmas Day. Instead, you arise to the sound of your one-month-old son fussing in his bedside crib.

You stretch, shifting around to position yourself upright. It’s been roughly three or four hours since you last fed, and your body reacts accordingly, loose white t-shirt beginning to dampen. 

���I’ll take him,’ Johnny murmurs from behind you, in his raspy morning voice.

‘He needs fed,’ you reply, lifting Connor up from the crib and onto your chest.

‘I’ll keep you company,’ Johnny settles further into the pillows, lightly tickling Connor’s feet with his finger.

This year, you’d found yourself in Chicago for Christmas. Last year you had spent the holiday in Korea after staying there for a little stint because of Johnny’s work, but you had come back to your home in Chicago during the summer to prepare for the birth of your youngest son.

Your hair falls as you turn your head to smile at Johnny, so he reaches a hand out to push the stray hair behind your ear. 

‘Merry Christmas, beautiful,’ he rubs your cheek on the way back down with his thumb, before dropping it down to the back of Connor’s head, ‘and Merry first Christmas, little man.’

‘Merry Christmas, John. Our last first Christmas,’ you smile lazily.

‘Well, I mean, we could have another surprise-‘

‘Absolutely not,’ you interrupt, and he laughs sheepishly, ‘four is more than enough.’

‘I know, I was kidding,’ Johnny kisses your elbow, ‘I love our family so much.’

Johnny just watches you feed for a few minutes before your bedroom door cracks open, two little girl’s faces appearing behind it.

‘Hey girls,’ Johnny sits up on his elbows, the twins taking it as an invitation to come inside.

‘It’s Christmas, daddy,’ Katie crawls up onto the bed, Verity not far behind her. 

‘It is, angel,’ Johnny lets her crawl into his arms, ‘do you think Santa’s been?’

The twins nod rapidly, both inching closer towards their father.

‘Can we go downstairs and go and see, daddy?’ Verity bounces on her heels with excitement.

‘Mommy’s feeding your little brother, Vev,’ Johnny explains, ‘we’ll have to wait until he’s done, okay?’

‘Okay,’ the girls sigh, slightly dejected, but the excitement quickly outweighs it.

The four of you talk quietly for a few minutes, the twins buzzing about potential presents Santa may have brought them. Once Connor pulls away from you, the twins automatically straighten up, ready to jump out of bed to harass Jude into waking up.

‘Girls-‘ Johnny tries to get them to slow down, but they’re already reaching up and pulling your bedroom door open, plodding along down the hallway towards their older brother’s bedroom.

‘Can you manage?’ Johnny lays a warm hand just under your shoulder.

‘Yeah, you go make sure they don’t jump on his head.’

Johnny leaves the room as you rise from the bed slowly, beginning to pat Connor’s back.

Jude is leaning against the hallway wall, half asleep still, once you emerge from the bedroom.

‘Morning,’ you chuckle, his face brightening when he sees you and his baby brother.

‘Can we go downstairs now?’ Katie tugs on Johnny’s sleeve. 

‘Yeah, come on angel, let’s go and see what Santa’s brought you.’

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‘Grandma!’

‘Hello little ones,’ Johnny’s mother hugs her granddaughters before looking up and noticing Jude.

‘Junho-ah,’ she breaks away from the twins to hug Jude, ‘Merry Christmas.’

‘John-ah, Y/N! How’s the little one?’

‘Groggy,’ you turn to the side slightly to show Connor laying against your chest half-asleep, ‘someone is ready for his morning nap.’

‘Go put him down, his little crib is still in the spare room.’

Johnny’s parents had a little fold-out crib for Connor just in case you spent a long time there. 

‘I’ll put him down, come on,’ Johnny takes Connor from you, rocking him slowly as he ventures up the stairs.

‘Merry Christmas mum/mom,’ you hug Johnny’s mother, ‘thank you for hosting this year.’

‘You know how much I love cooking for you guys,’ she replies, ‘you’ve made such a big family, it warms my heart to have you all here together.’

‘He went straight to sleep,’ Johnny reappears at the top of the stairs, ‘all the Christmas excitement made him tired I think.’

‘Now that we’re all here,’ Johnny’s dad says, ‘lets start on presents!’

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‘Oh, Eunyoung, no,’ Johnny’s mother lunges across the kitchen counter, grabbing Katie by the waist and lifting her down from the stepstool, just as she was about to put her fingers in the cake batter.

‘Sorry mum/mom,’ you manage to eventually catch up with Katie, the one month old Connor in your arms, ‘I lost sight of her for like two seconds.’

‘It’s okay dear, you should be sitting! Wow I’m getting too old for this.. Where’s my son, he should be- John!’

Johnny appears in the doorway behind you, holding Verity.

‘Sorry, little miss spilled water all over herself.’ He lets Verity down, who scampers over to her Grandmother and twin sister.

‘Girls, how about you go play with your new toys?’ Johnny’s mother suggests, ‘let your mum/mom rest.’

‘No, I’ll help you with dinner-‘

‘No you will not,’ she fires back sternly, ‘you just gave birth. Go sit on the couch and relax.’

Sensing that she won’t back down, you retreat to the couch, where Jude is laying around on his phone.

‘Are you ok, mum/mom?’ Jude looks up from his phone in concern when you quietly whine in discomfort.

‘I’m good, just achy,’ you don’t think your teenage son wants the details of your postpartum body. 

‘Can I do anything?’ He offers, forever the sweetest boy.

‘You could play with your sisters,’ you suggest, ‘stop them from getting in your grandma’s way.’

‘Okay,’ he throws his phone down, wandering over to the girls and feign excitement over their dolls.

Johnny helps his parents with the cooking, darting around the kitchen, pulling things off the hob, out of the oven and into dishes ready for the dining table. 

‘Dinner’s ready!’ Johnny’s mother calls.

You place Connor in the crib you’ve brought downstairs, as Jude and the twins practically sprint over to the dining table.

‘Ah-ah, not so fast,’ Johnny chastises, ‘let’s carry a dish each.’

He gives the twins a cooler dish each, which they carry to the table and put down, before sliding into their seats. 

‘You, sit down,’ Johnny’s mother swats at you when you appear in the kitchen and try to help.

‘Alright, dig in everyone,’ Johnny’s mother announces.

‘Kids,’ you begin sternly before they pick up their utensils.

‘Jal meogeotseumnida,’ the kids chirp in unison, Johnny’s mother laughing as they start stuffing their faces as soon as the last syllable leaves their mouths.

‘You’re welcome.’

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

‘Hey,’ Johnny is sitting up in bed, orange glow of your bedside lamp illuminating the bare skin of his chest.

‘Hi,’ you’d just finished saying goodnight to Jude.

He wraps his arms around you once you’re in bed beside him.

‘I had the most perfect day,’ he murmurs sleepily.

‘Me too. Exhausted now.’

‘M’not surprised. But I love being in Chicago with you, and our family.’

‘It feels like home, doesn’t it?’

‘It is home. But anywhere with you is.’

‘You’re so cheesy,’ you cringe, ‘but I agree with the sentiment.’

‘Merry Christmas, I love you.’

‘Merry Christmas, John. I love you too..’

[seal-writes-stuff]

Hey! I absolutely love your writing it gives me life 🫶! Could you write something with Johnny from Cmon Cmon he is so gentle, fluffy or smutty do what makes you comfortable

tea prompts – Johnny (“C’mon C’mon”)

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: mostly fluff, some light angst if you squint

Summary: All in the title!

A/N: Thank you so much, that’s very kind of you to say! Of course I could, Johnny’s the sweetest and deserves everything. I also have a long fic about him in the works, but it’s still in the depths of WIPdom, so no promises for now. Prompts are taken from here, you know the drill. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

By the time you wake up, Johnny’s already in the kitchen – making a simple breakfast for the both of you, a sleepy look on his face. You’re never able to resist wrapping your arms around his waist, trailing long, lingering kisses along the side of his neck. There’s this silent tenderness hanging in the air, no words are needed.

peppermint tea; what do they get excited about?

Two words: physical touch. He's not even consciously aware of it, but once Johnny gets a taste of it from you he can’t get enough. How you mess with his hair so casually and with so much love, telling him he has beautiful curls. How you press sweet, playful kisses to the tip of his nose and lighter ones to his shoulders. How you grab his hand at every opportunity, for no other reason than being close to him. Just thinking about it warms Johnny’s heart.

chamomile tea; what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?

Because of his job and general way of life, Johnny’s sleep schedule is pretty flexible. As long as he gets his eight hours, he’s okay with sleeping at any time of the day in any time zone. He’d have no problem with adjusting, even if you didn’t insist on it.

That said, Johnny likes to sleep in whenever he has an opportunity. It’s nice and comfortable, and with you by his side it’s an absolute heaven.

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

Johnny’s great at talking – that’s his job, after all. But for the reasons unclear to him and him only, Johnny can’t ever put this skill to good use whenever he’s around you. After all, you’re so wonderful and sweet, you’re the best person he knows – and that's exactly what makes him nervous about his own flaws, heightens his anxiety. Surely you’ll see them too, right? Surely you’ll know better. It’s never been any other way.

So Johnny would just hang out with you a lot and give you these lovesick, longing looks until you – somehow, miraculously - get the hint. Or until he finally gets the courage to ask you out without, in his mind, making a complete fool out of himself. Either way, please give him time, he’s trying his best.

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

Soft and tender; Johnny likes to take his time with them. His favorite type of kisses to receive is those gentle, tired ones after you come home from work. You’re absolutely exhausted and you still take the time and effort just to show him affection? He’s in love.

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

Johnny’s not a possessive person. If he ever feet like you’re pulling away, he’d simply let you. Would it crush him? Absolutely. But since he can’t force you to love him back, so be it, even if it destroys him inside.

If only he could understand that he’d never need to force you. For you, loving him is the easiest, most natural thing in the world.

rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

For him, true love is in the little things you share. Inside jokes. Cooking together. Shared vulnerability – he’s still rusty with open communication, but he tries his best for you. There’s no doubt in your mind that he wants this to last; it truly doesn’t get more romantic than that.

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

Above all, Johnny wants to find someone who understands him. For him, being seen, being truly known and loved anyway is a luxury not many people have. It’s something he wishes for desperately.

When he tries to explain it to you, rambling in a half-awake state, you get it immediately – yet it breaks your heart at the same time. You don’t love him in spite of knowing who he really is, you love him because you know who he really is - it’s one thing that’s never going to change.

You tell him just that. And that’s when Johnny hugs you tight, if only to hide how close he is to crying. Somehow, despite everything, he managed to find this understanding, to find you.

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

He knew right away. Johnny’s always been a romantic at heart, but holding onto that got harder for him with time. Love at the first sight is reserved for cheesy movies; the real world simply isn’t like that. The relationships, even the most meaningful ones, aren’t like that. Everything is messy, everything is hard and everything needs lots of effort to work out.

And then Johnny talks to you one day and realizes that he never wants to let you go. Maybe this will be hard later, he thinks. Maybe this will take lots of effort to work out too. But it’s something that will definitely, absolutely be worth it.

That’s when he knew.

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

Johnny would simply ask you to marry him when the both of you are at your most comfortable. It would be a lie to say that he didn’t spend a lot of time overthinking the whole concept, but in the end his love for you outweighs his natural nervousness. Life is short and Johnny can’t imagine it without you - not when he knows what it’s like to be with you.

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

Honestly, the life itself does all the spicing up for him. Johnny craves stability, something to fall back on whenever the times get tough – something he feels like he can never get. He’s grateful for what the two of you already have, he wouldn’t want to mess it up by accident.

hibiscus tea; what’s their favourite place to take their s/o?

When Johnny has to travel, whether it’s to work on his various projects or to visit Viv and Jesse, he loves to bring you along. For him, it’s a great way of inviting you into his world – seeing unfamiliar places and giving a new meaning to the familiar ones.

green tea; how do they comfort their s/o? 

Despite what he might tell you, Johnny’s great at comforting people and he takes extra care when he’s comforting you. Offering you a shoulder to cry on. Hearing you out, no matter how long it’s taking or how busy he is. Simply hugging you. Those hugs alone are enough to put you at ease – with Johnny’s support, you feel like you can get through anything.

He’s also panicking and absolutely losing it the whole time, but you’d never guess it just by looking at him.

russian caravan tea; how experienced are they with relationships?

Let’s just say Johnny knows what he’s talking about. He’s a bit older, so he’s been in a number of relationships over the years: a lot of memories, a lot of heartbreak. It doesn’t discourage him, though. Your presence in his life is enough of a proof that love is real.

And also it’s a proof that maybe he deserves this love too, no matter how much of a mess he is.

english breakfast tea; would they want a family?

Johnny isn't dead-set on having kids. He's still nervous about screwing them up somehow, despite your continuous insistence that he’s great with children. Above all, he simply wants to be by your side; in his eyes, as long as you have your little family, however it may look, everything is going to be all right.

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

Late night conversations. For Johnny, it's everything he's ever wanted from a relationship: feeling safe enough to bare his soul and accepting you as you are in return.

Both of you know that neither of you are perfect, but it doesn’t matter. After all, who needs perfection as long as you have love?

[beloveds-embrace]

Imagine 141 moving into a quaint little town post retirement and you’re the only baker in town. You love making sweets, breads, and desserts and own a cute bakery to show for it, know everyone in your town so these four new men who come early morning to try your breakfast deal immediately excite you because- new perspectives and tastes and opinions! It’s become a habit of yours to share bites of whatever new item you plan on adding to the menu, so the more diverse opinions the merrier in your opinion.

And you are glad you didn’t let their demeanor- big gruff men, especially the one with the black surgical mask- scare you away because they are sooo nice, calling you sweetheart, doll, birdie, and bonnie. So many nicknames, it has you blushing the sweetest pink shade. And they are all too happy to help taste-test for you, giving you lots of praise.

(Though you never quite notice their immense disappointment at seeing the little ring on your finger.)

Still, at the very least one of them comes over to your bakery once a day. Sometimes they come together, sometimes only two of them- but they come anyways and tip you every time despite you insisting otherwise. It’s a lovely friendship you build with them. But they do note you never mention your partner much.

Until Simon drops by one day, intent on buying one of your apple pies and maybe fluster you enough to turn the same shade as an apple, and he sees the bruises that peek out just so from your sleeves and the collar of your outfit. Puffy eyes, more makeup than usual, your smile not quite there…

And he understands. He knows this all-too-well. And the fact that it’s happening to an embodiment of sunshine like you? Unfair. Unbelievable. Unacceptable.

Simon gently takes your hands, squeezing them so lightly. “Everything’ll be well, luvie. Promise.” And that’s all he says.

And maybe it’s cruel of you to be happy when you receive a call a few days later, the sherrif of the town telling you your husband was found mauled to death by one of the bears that roam around the woods occasionally, but you just… don’t care.

A week later, when it seems appropriate enough, you open up the bakery again and your smile is blinding as you greet the 141 men and tell them for today, everything’s for free.

part 2

Other works + help me choose a title for this 😩

[emasstars]

little things

silly headcanons about the greasers | fluff

a/n: @cau-lee-flower215 wanted me to tag them!

ponyboy has a pen collection. every year for his birthday, his parents would get him a new one. for a while, he definitely had a phase where he would only write with a quill. stored away, somewhere in some cabinet, it’s still there.

johnny loves animals with every fibre of his being. he will stop walking to pet a stray animal, and he doesn’t care if it has rabies or ticks or anything. he especially loves when he’s sleeping out in the lot, and a cat comes to cuddle up with him.

dally is a picky eater. his food cannot touch, it needs to be made a very specific way, and he will not eat the food if it does not fit his standards. when they go out to eat, he will always order the same food. he will order it off of the kids menu if he has to.

sodapop secretly writes poetry, and hides the papers in a shoe box in his nightstand’s drawer. he only writes when no one is home, placing some sort of magazine or news paper on top so no one thinks to check ever again. he cannot go through that embarrassment another time.

darry, similarly to how ponyboy used to collect pens, used to collect coins. every time he’d see one on the ground, he’d pick it up and add it to the jar he’d keep them in. if it was a particularly nice-looking coin, he’d put it in some frame and leave it on his desk.

two-bit tried to join band in school, but wasn’t allowed because all he could play was a harmonica. by now, he brings it anywhere he goes. if the time is right, which he argues it always is, he will pull out and play an awful tune that pierces everyone’s ears, and makes them yell at him to stop.

steve cannot dance. it does not matter the kind of dancing you request he does, someone will get hurt. very likely, it will be him. one time, at one of sodapop’s birthday parties, he tried to dance but accidentally twisted his ankle and got sent to the er.

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love me now (m) | 05

in which you go for a night drive.

pairing: johnny suh x reader (female)

genre: established relationship!au, mature.

warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (reader’s on the pill), car sex, mention of past toxic relationships.

chapter index

Most times, Friday nights are pretty lively.

Sometimes, you go to your favorite club, whose owner is a good friend of yours. If you’re not in the mood for clubbing, you order pizza and watch a movie before making out on the couch.

But today is different. You’re bored as hell, having lost all interest in the movie you’re supposed to be watching. Johnny must feel the same, because when you turn to look at him, he’s scrolling through his Instagram feed aimlessly with one hand, caressing your leg with the other.

“Why don’t we go out?” He suddenly says, blocking his phone and leaving it on the coffee table.

“I don’t feel like partying.”

“I didn’t mean to party.” He corrects. “Something like a night drive.”

That sounds much better, so you accept right away. You pick something comfortable, not bothering to glance at the rest of the clothes in your wardrobe. When you reach the entrance, you see that Johnny has chosen something sporty, too. He grabs his keys from the keyholder next to the intercom, opening the door for you.

“Why don’t we get McDonald’s?”

You’re unable to contain your excitement, smiling as you get in the elevator, and pushing the parking button. Johnny grabs your cheeks and kisses your forehead so delicately that you think you’ll melt in his arms.

“Anything for you, babe.”

You sit on the passenger seat, immediately demanding the aux cord. Johnny doesn’t even fight it, knowing it’ll be a waste of time. It’s a fact that you’re in charge of the music when you travel by car. It’s also a fact that won't change anytime soon.

The car starts moving, and Johnny drives towards the nearest McDonald’s.

The song you’ve chosen plays softly in the background as you observe the streetlights through the window.

“How come we’ve never done this before?” 

Johnny simply shrugs, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “Maybe it wasn’t the right time yet.”

“Wow.” You nod, feigning being impressed. “Deep.”

You open the window on your side, the night breeze hitting your face. You cross your arms over the window, your eyes drawn to the city lights that seem endless.

New York’s beauty is truly hypnotizing.

This is the city where you were born and raised; where you studied; in which you met most of your friends. It’s the city that gave you Johnny, and that makes it much more special. 

Johnny pulls into the drive-thru, steering the wheel with his palm. The technique makes your stomach tingle. He always looks so hot while driving, you could watch him for hours.

There’s only one car in front of you, so they prepare your order rather quickly. To be honest, you’ve been craving a burger, fries, and ice cream for a while, so you don’t hold yourself back. You’ll eat everything, even if it means having a stomachache later. It’ll have been worth it.

You pay, then move to the parking lot. You give Johnny his burger, which is huge, and fish for your fries at the bottom of the bag.

“I remember that when I was little,” Johnny says, “I celebrated my birthday at McDonald’s. They even gave me a paper crown.”

“That’s what I call luxury.”

“Mom sent me the photo yesterday.”

Johnny takes his phone out of his pocket, scrolling down the gallery until he finds said picture. A big smile crosses your face when he shows it to you.

Johnny couldn’t be more than six years old. His round face is the first thing you notice. Then, you look at his mom, who is holding him in her lap. She looked so pretty with her short hair and dark lipstick. In all honesty, she hasn’t changed much. They’re both wearing a paper crown shaped like a clown.

“Your mom’s so beautiful.”

“What about her son?”

He leans forward, brushing your cheek with the tip of his nose.

“He’s even more beautiful.”

Johnny kisses you, satisfied with the answer. He loves compliments, especially if they come from you. He gets all shy and smiley, and his cheeks go pink.

It’s crazy to think that, when you met Johnny, you found him a bit intimidating. He was tall and only wore black clothes, plus his resting bitch face didn’t help at all. But once you started talking and got to know each other better, you realized he was a human-shaped teddy bear rather than a jerk.

His voice snaps you out of your memories and brings you back to the present time.

“What if I buy another burger?”

You gasp, laughing in disbelief. “Babe, no!”

“Why not?” He mops, discharging the wrap on the empty bag placed in between the seats.

“One is enough.” You insist.

“They’re small! Two is the perfect amount.”

“They seem small because your hand is huge. If you eat another one, cholesterol will atrophy your arteries and, eventually, you’ll die.” Your tone is so serious that Johnny starts laughing seconds later, covering his face with his hands. “Why are you laughing? I’m right!” Now you’re laughing, too.

“That was so mean!”

“It's a medical fact, Johnny!.”

“Fine, you convinced me.”

Once you’ve finished your meal, Johnny drives aimlessly around the city before deciding where to go next. There’s a park from which you can see New York’s skyline, so that’s the destination. Johnny manages to find a secluded spot from which you have a nice view of the city, along with some privacy.

“This might be the best idea I’ve had this week.”

“Or this month.”

Your soft laughs fill the car for a few seconds before going back to silence. Johnny glances in your direction, watching you get lost in the stars and the lights of the city that watched you grow up.

“Everything okay?”

You hum, nodding. “I’m just… reminiscing.”

“A penny for your thoughts.”

You take a deep breath, your eyes never darting away from the view beneath you.

“During my last year of high school, I dated this boy. He was handsome and so, so funny. He treated me like a queen and sometimes made me wonder if he had just jumped right out of a fairy tale. We had the most romantic six months and then, he left me. He never said why, he didn’t even dare to break up with me in person. He told my best friend and asked her to give me the message.”

“What a fucker.” Johnny mumbles.

“For the longest time, I thought I was the problem because I wasn’t pretty enough, sexy enough, smart enough for him. I felt so worthless and sad that I kind of started to drift away. I allowed pretty fucked up things to happen to me that I’ve tried to forget.” Johnny grabs your hand, caressing the palm with his thumb. You’ve got his full attention. “Years later, I started dating again, but I… I was scared all the time. Not that they were horrible people, I was just afraid that they would leave me and make me return to the toxic relationship I had with myself. And then, you came around.”

You turn your head, looking for Johnny’s eyes. He’s looking at you with those fond orbs that you adore.

“Not once have you made me doubt myself. In any way.”

He cups your cheeks and pecks your lips, moving away just enough for you to look him in the eye again.

“I’ll never give you a reason to be scared.”

You give him a reassuring smile.

“I know.”

Slowly, Johnny starts kissing you, his lips soft and warm. The tip of his tongue touches your mouth and you open it, giving him full access. His wet muscle brushes yours and, delicately, Johnny holds the back of your neck, pulling you closer. You reach for his T-shirt, your clouded mind looking for the craved contact, any kind of contact.

“I need you.” He mumbles against his lips, and it’s all you need to hear.

You straddle his lap, trying to find a comfortable position in the driver's seat of the car. Johnny’s basketball shorts are thin enough to let you feel his boner against your core, and you find satisfaction in the fact that he’s just as worked up as you are. Wrapping his arms around your waist, Johnny squeezes you against his clothed chest, so tightly that you don’t know where you start and where Johnny ends.

You could get caught, you could get arrested, but none of that fades you. Right now, the only thing in your mind is Johnny. Johnny licking the length of your neck, Johnny biting where he knows it’ll make you hiss his name. You drag your hips, humping his boner, and when Johnny moans against your mouth, the little clarity you have slips through your fingers like water.

“What about taking this to the back?”

Johnny’s nod is enough of an answer. Before you know it, you’re making your way into the backseat, Johnny on your heels.

Your hands untie the lace of your sweatpants the moment you fall on the seat, Johnny lingering in the door, watching you. You take them off under his gaze, pressing your back against the door behind you and opening your legs to let him peek at the wet patch in your underwear. It’s not long before you take it off, too, the crisp air making you shiver.

“You’re going to drive me crazy.”

“Come and punish me, then.”

You straddle his lap once again when Johnny gets in the car, your lips crashing against his. He looks for the door’s handle in the dark, slamming it, before taking off both his shorts and boxers in a swift movement.

You feel Johnny’s hand sneaking in between your bodies, then he’s forcing his length into you.

New York is a beautiful city, especially at night, but you’ve got the best view in front of you. Johnny lets his head fall back, his pretty mouth open and gasping for air as you start bouncing on his cock without warning, too eager to wait.

Johnny looks at you through half-opened eyes, his hands falling on your waist to give a particularly rough thrust that makes you gasp.

“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen.” He whispers against your neck. “Especially when I’m balls-deep inside you.”

“I’m even prettier when you make me cum.”

Johnny’s fingers dig into your ass, guiding you up and down his cock.

“Is that so?”

You nod, biting your lips at the feeling of his tip hitting that spot that makes you go feral.

“You should see for yourself.”

Johnny takes it seriously, hugging your waist and fixing you in place, his pace getting quicker.  

You didn’t expect to get railed in the backseat of his car when he offered a midnight drive, but here you are, wishing you were completely naked to scratch his broad shoulders, back, and chest, which he loves.

Today, he’ll have to settle for the mark of your teeth in his collarbone.

He pants in your ear, his hot breath fanning the droplets of sweat that decorate your neck like diamonds. You whine and wiggle, trying to break free from his grip.

“I want to ride you.”

Johnny usually makes you beg a little more, so you’re pleasantly surprised when he lets go of your waist.

You grind back and forth, making the most out of this new freedom he has granted you. It’s so hot inside the car that the windows are all fogged and your top sticks to your body. You take it off, much to Johnny’s delight, who grabs your breasts and squeezes them.

His hands move up and reach your sweaty neck, pushing away the strands of hair glued to the skin to lock one of them behind it. He uses it to hold you down, retraining your movements.

You open your mouth to protest, but he kisses you before you can say anything, rubbing your clit with his free hand, making you tremble, a choked moan ricocheting against the walls of the vehicle.

“Sorry, baby.” He says even though he’s not sorry at all, thrusting faster. “You can be in charge another time.”

The brutal pace of both his hips and hand is enough to make you forget why you were mad in the first place. He pounds into you as if you hadn’t had sex in months, he growls like an animal when you try to fuck him back, eyes shut close to focus on the feelings of his cock making its way into you over and over again.

Your legs hurt, yet you don’t want to stop.

You don’t last long, white sparkles dance around in the darkness when you reach your high.

Johnny fucks you through it for as long as he can, pressing his hips to yours as he fills you up, your name in his mouth like a song.

You rest your head on his shoulder, allowing him to caress your hair, you both trying to catch your breaths.

“Was that good?”

“I’ve got your cum inside me.” You remark. “So there’s your answer.”

Johnny’s chest shakes with his laugh, scratching your scalp with his fingertips. You would fall asleep if it wasn’t for his voice breaking the silence.

“Promise me you won’t freak out.”

“What?”

“There’s a car parked right next to us.”

No reposting or translations allowed.

© epinebleue 2023

[espresseo-cafe]

life is still beautiful | johnny | masterlist

genre: cappucino, romance, angst, university!au, dad!au, drama, slice of life

pairing: collegestudent!johnny x fem!reader

summary: love is a difficult thing, especially for someone like you who had never received much. it was non-existent until you meet the heartbrokened johnny suh: whom you’ll soon come to learn is a young father, during the dean’s lister student camp. somehow, your hearts come knocking at each other’s for another chance at love. through life’s bumps and turns, would you still believe that life is still beautiful?

a/n: comment down below to be added into the taglist! 🤗 note: this is only a work of fiction.

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[ date started: 10nov23 - ongoing ]

chapters: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten

series’ tags -> sjh_lisb asks // lisb character asks

[mischievous-thunder]

It's him, Johnny. Logan himself is the source. He tried to get out of the Void that way and failed.

[disgustingtwitches]

threesome with Kyle and Johnny and you are reminded that Johnny is so smart he's stupid:

Soap: can I finish inside you

You: yeah I have an IUD

Soap: you got a bomb in your pussy?

Kyle: that's an IED you absolute clownshoe

...

Kyle: you are a demolitions specialist

[lemonmaid]

Sorry, I've been hyperficated for a minute.

Poly 141 x Baker! Reader

Small town AU

Butcher Simon who owns a meat store in the same building as your bakery store. (Literally a door over).

Butcher Simon who slowly starts to fall smitten over you whenever you come by and ask help pulling freight or those 50 pound flour bags.

Butcher Simon who comes to you with the idea of collaborating making lunch and dinner sandwiches, using your bread and his meats.

Cashier Johnny who constantly flirts with you whoever you pop in the morning.

Cashier Johnny who argues when Simon says he only hired him for his looks.

Cashier Johnny who gives you his employee discount, just don't tell Simon about there being an employee discount.

Cashier Johnny who plays the radio extra loud for Simon to hear the football game while he is in the cooler.

Farmer John who sells his meats to Simon.

Farmer John who also sells his eggs, dairy and other produce to you.

Farmer John who started growing squash, peppers and berries for your bakery and gets to try new items with his ingredients.

Farmer John who has a really bad sweet tooth and shyly buys the last lemon bar every morning.

Sheriff Kyle who comes every morning for your danishes

Sheriff Kyle who comes in every day before closing to buy a dinner sandwich

Sheriff Kyle who gives you his own personal phone number "just in case".

Sheriff Kyle who can be heard arguing with Johnny about meat prices every couple of months.

Sheriff Kyle who can be seen always on John's farm.

Small Town 141! Would be so protective over you.

Small Town 141! Always inviting you to the pub after work, even when they know you'll say no.

Small Town 141! Who always invites you to go hunting or hiking with them.

Small Town 141! Where they are always taking it upon themselves to fix something around your store. Glass needs repainting? Johnny is on it. Lights are out on the sign? Simon has replacements. Door doesn't lock? Kyle knows a guy who owes him a favor. Car broke? John can fix it.

Small Town 141! Who desperately want your affection.

[boowritess]

part 2 lol

so apparently it's really fucking hard to get into the SAS. and ontop of that I've been getting tiktoks of people going around an army base asking why they joined. most responses were to pay off student loans, bills, school, (someone said there's was 6 years of prison or school and *mental note for idea*), the recruiter lied or spoilt them, barracks bunny.

141 (poly?) x notsobaddasssoldier!reader

and now i can't stop thinking of soldier!reader. who really half-assed their way through everything - only doing the job for the money and to pay off student loans + they had nothing better to do.

who somehow ends up being adopted by Price (kinda like Gaz i guess ???) all because reader happened to be in the right place at the right time and saved Price's ass while managing to complete a mission the Task Force were doing.

and it's not that you saved his ass or completed the mission that makes Price go *this is mine* - it's the fact that afterwards all you can say is-

"this shit is so not worth paying off my student loans."

"oh fuck i forgot to cancel my subscription. fuckk- waste of fucking money"

- all the while a building is burning in front of you but yeah just not at all concerned about what had just happened. so price just *grabs you by the back of your neck and holds you up, claiming you as part of his task force now.*

(lol you probably can't do that irl but this is fiction sooo suck my ass.)

and laswell's just like no... they are very much still green john. way too green. no.

but it's too late. he's already introducing you to the task force. singing your praises and you're just like

"man he promised to pay off my student loans and give me food." basically how ur recruiter got ya ass.

enough said. you get the whole off the books speech, saving the world by doing things others wouldn't like. but u couldn't give a rats ass - you should but nah...

and like... you know you're the rookie... you're still green... but some of the shit 141 do you just...

"so you just gonna kidnap the wife AND the child...? right... kid, you wanna watch bluey? here..."

"and you do this often...? crazy."

but you don't exactly protest. how could you with how much you get paid. you kinda just side-eye and look away when it's geta a lil crazy. *bombastic side-eye*

and the other 141 guys - oh my days. become just as enormed as price and want to start really trying to amplify your skills. but every time, they start explaining how to do things - the best way to go about a situation or how to fight a certain way.

you pull this face. like your top lip pulls back, your eyebrows scrunch together, and there's a slight frown on your lips as they speak. like you look confused/disgusted. but you don't even realise cause-

"why're you pulling that face?" 141

"that's... that's just my focusing face..."

"oh..." 141 feels bad

then when they do take you in feild you're shaking your head no. like you haven't been around that long. what the fuck? now you're bout to infiltrate an enemy base!?!?!

"can i just wait in the car?"

"no." price

"i'm gonna vomit."

"aim at the enemy." ghost

people think that because you're suddenly in this badass task force that surely they're just using you for your assets.

they all think you're the 141 barracks bunny. and maybe you should be pissed or annoyed or grossed out. but all you can do is sigh and pause from the burger price got you, and let out a long exhale.

"fuck... maybe i can just do onlyfans or be a pornstar... shit maybe it's not too late..."

"military is bascially sex work - selling my body..."

"not that different from what i'm doing now. body being used, check. body sore in the strangest places, check."

your tone so empty, blank and nonchalant, but there's a serious look in your eyes that when you grab your phone out to maybe do a little research on how you could do that, your phone is snatched from your hand by one of the guys and they walk out the room without a second look back.

with an annoyed huff, you go back to eating your burger. but suddenly, you turn to the person who genuinely thought you were a barracks bunny.

"hey you think if i be a barracks bunny i get out of missions and shit?"

"...that's not how it works..." rando.

"fuck."

and maybe you try...

like you go to price's office and the guys are already in there, chatting about something that you should really pay attention too but you can't be assed. instead you unashamedly start to speak...

"if i suck ya'll dicks can i get out the mission?"

"no. you still have to join." gaz says amused

"even if you-" *que long sigh from price* "even if you suck our dicks."

"that's fucked up. i should've done porn."

and with the most hurt and broken-hearted look on your face, you leave the office, closing the door with a dramatic sigh. the guys just stare at the door in... confusion, amusement, and maybe arousal if ya'll dig that

idk man just gimmie more soldier!reader who just really ain't the fucked, there for money, lowkey hungry and doesn't know what the fuck is happening. kinda a pet or little sibling energy that the 141 love.

bonus*

"wait so they aren't sucking our dicks?" *soap says getting slapped in the back of the head by ghost

a/n: brain is rottinnggg. i should be doing so much other shit but... cod just consumes my brain 24/7