#johnny fashion

[moondirti]

featuring: ghoap x nanny! f!reader. parenthood. adoption processes. fluff. slice of life. reader is given an age range

hear me out: simon and johnny transferring to reserve duty – i.e., serving the military on a part-time basis rather than being on active call – once they make the decision to become dads. it comes after a long period of deliberation (and healing on simon's part), but after they're absolutely sure that they want to start this next phase of life together, they call price to get it sorted.

who is thrilled for them, naturally, but warns that they still have a specialised commitment to the task force. if he needs them, then they best make sure they're there. the world isn't a better place yet, and no one can do what the pair does.

fine by them.

so it begins. instead of the complex and ethical choices that come with surrogacy, they opt for adoption and work with an attorney to facilitate the logistics. months of searching come up with a young mother, whose unwanted pregnancy has interfered with her life thus far, and is unwilling to make the further sacrifice that comes with keeping the baby. they must be more understanding, or otherwise less overbearing, than the other candidates – because two months later, they're in a hospital waiting room, anxiously lingering to meet the new addition to their family.

isla riley-mactavish. named after the river where johnny realised he'd be much happier with his lieutenant by his side.

the first few months are bliss. exhausting bliss, but a type of contentment that neither man has known since they first confessed to one another. isla's fussy through nights but they take turns settling her down, and if they have military duties to attend to then it's usually never at the same time. she's spoiled rotten – not just by them, but by the captain and gaz as well, who visit more often than not with bags full of toys they have nowhere to put. a little princess in the eyes of everyone who knows her.

by month five, she's teething and can hold her head up unsupported. simon reads somewhere that it's one of the most pivotal points in her development.

of course the call has to come then.

in the middle of the night, no less, and loud enough to wake her up from her crib. johnny scrambles to calm the bairn down as simon answers, price's grave voice crackling in from the other end. expected to be a long haul. a month at least. state security's at serious risk here, simon. i wouldn't ask you to come out otherwise.

and they made a promise. no matter how much it aches them to leave their darling girl behind.

rdv on base in a week.

he knows that one week is a matter of grace. he can feel the captain itching to hatch the operation as soon as possible, but has staved off to give the boys time to order their affairs. that doesn't mean simon's happy with the timeline, though. seven days is not nearly enough to find a sitter they can trust, especially given their own hindrances.

regardless, they send a job posting for a live-in, 24/7 nanny to close friends – no way in hell are they advertising it to the open internet – and hours later, johnny's sister lets them know of a girl who substitutes at the same primary school she works at. a real darling, apparently. honest 'n' stowed oot of energy, th' weans love her, and she haes experience with bairns too!

promising, but word of mouth isn't enough. they get a name and ask laswell to run a thorough background check. to their relief, it comes out squeaky clean. no arrests, no dui's, no shady travel history. modest socials with only a handful of followers. it's in line with what they know so far, solid enough to encourage them to reach out. so they do: just a brief email, asking what time and place would be best for a face-to-face interview.

they bring isla with them to the agreed meeting spot. a cozy cafe nestled in one of the safest parts of town. it's an early saturday morning and they're scheduled to leave in three days. so far, they've put all their eggs in this basket. johnny has to hold onto simon's hand when he notices the nerves dancing behind his partners usually void eyes. but if he were being honest with himself, he's just as scared.

they notice you as soon as they walk in.

sitting at a table for four, mug of coffee steaming as you bend over a well-loved book. despite your preoccupation, you're observant – they inch in your periphery and your head snaps up, a brilliant smile parting your lips as you spring up onto your feet. simon tallies a point on the ledger in his head. good. alert is good.

as is true for them, it's abundantly clear that you're who they're supposed to meet. johnny can't imagine anyone but a children's educator dressing like that: a gingham babydoll dress over a pair of blue tights, which carries over to the bow in your hair and is juxtaposed by the white oxford lace-ups on your feet. he startles when you extend your hand to shake his and he finds a painted fruit on each of your short nails. positively adorable. and so unlike anything they know.

simon shuffles next to him. isla reaches out from her bugaboo stroller, the colours having caught her eye.

"well hello there! aren't you just the cutest angel i've ever seen? do you like my dress?"

that's another point for immediately engaging with the object of your soon-to-be care. simon watches as you pull out a rattle from your purse, handing it over to the cooing baby. warmth blossoms in his chest, and his apprehension fizzles out in the heat. they hadn't told you they'd be bringing isla – opting to catch you off guard and seeing how you'd deal – so he assumes you carry the toy around for emergency purposes, like anyone else of their ilk would carry a gun.

something about that quirk just screams safe.

"it is a nice dress." johnny pursues, voice smooth in that way it gets when he's flirting but doesn't want it made clear. it took weeks for ghost to attune himself to it – he always just thought the scot spoke like that – but now that he's able to hear it for what it is, he shoots him a cautionary look. not so much mad as he is cautious. wouldn't want to scare her off.

"oh! thank you very much. it's my grandmother's design." you straighten up once isla gains a proper grip on the rattle, patting the skirt like you're basking in the praise. "shall we sit? i assume you have a lot to discuss, and i promise you'll want to try the maple scones they make here."

"please. after you." simon nods.

an hour later, you're giggling into your palm as johnny deviates into a story of the time they took isla to the hospital because they didn't know the soft spot on her head could pulse. simon is quiet in contrast, though not displeased. rather, he's focused on keeping the tally of all the green flags you've exhibited thus far. he doesn't mind that the conversation hasn't followed a typical interview format. in fact, people are more likely to show their true nature when in relaxed settings such as this, which is perhaps why johnny hasn't stuck to the script of questions they'd prepared beforehand. the man is better at social manoeuvring than simon is, anyway. he trusts him to direct this where it needs to go.

"it can be freaky! especially if you've never been around a child that young. i had a similar reaction the first time i babysat my neighbour's infant at sixteen. did you know that they can break out like teenagers? i noticed the poor thing's skin erupt in acne at just a month old and called his parent's crying." you wheeze, wiping the tears along your lashline.

"have ye worked wi' many bairns?"

"oh, yeah. it's been my primary source of income since secondary, all the way through uni. i just finished a master's degree in early childhood education, actually! and i wrote a list of referrals you can call if you need to double check on any of that." you rummage through your purse and pull out an apple-shaped sticky note. "do you mind if i ask what you do? people don't usually look for a full-time nanny unless they're really busy. not that i'm judging! i would ne–"

"military." simon interrupts, ensuring his tone is gentle enough to reassure.

"that makes sense! i mean, for an indefinite amount of time, the pay you're offering is more than perfect. above industry standard, really." you pause, brows furrowing like you're doubting whether you should have said that. "ah– whatever. anyway. isla is wonderful, just the sweetest. and the provided accommodation is an added plus. if you guys have no other qualms, then i'd love to accept the position."

"does i' bother you that there are cameras on the property? porch, kitchen, and living room. jus' for security's sake." simon tests, though he knows he doesn't need to, for extra measure. to someone with bad intentions, CCTV is a massive dealbreaker.

you don't hesitate before answering. "makes total sense! you guys are well within your right to check in at any time."

and they don't have to consult each other to know. johnny is practically buzzing in his seat, muscles flexed with enthusiasm as his gaze flits all over you. lingering on your chest in particular, before he looks over to simon and smiles in an offensively handsome way. simon can't help but smile back, crinkling his eyes more than necessary so the both of you can tell what's going on behind his mask.

it feels a little too good to be true, hopeful in a way that sets off the alarm bells in his head. he's stable enough to recognise that it isn't your fault, though. stable enough not to pin his distrust on you. this is likely the best shot they've got at ensuring their daughter's safety while they're away, and it's come in the form of a vivid, bright little blessing.

(with great tits.)

he'd be a fool to sabotage it.

johnny beats him to the cause. "ye'r hired."

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[jsuh]

johnny for acne studios // paris fashion week 2024 (©sametgorgozfilms)

[necr0g0re]

[kitsune23star]

just some self indulgent stuff i found

[skinkmi]

July 28, 1977 - Tommy Dollar, owner of the "Suicide" boutique, and Sid and Johnny in Stockholm, Sweden.

Sid is wearing a colorful shirt, with stripes and a pink detail. She has an accessory around her neck and her shirt is tied around her waist. Johnny wears a dark blazer and a studded belt. Both have a distinct punk style.

Damn, so provocative and irresistible.

[leflambeur]

Johnny Dufort for Double Magazine

[oxfords---notbrogues]

Armie Hammer and Henry Cavill in Rome

[depp-1963]

Johnny Depp for Dior Sauvage (September 2024)

[thejohnnieguilbert]

My new song Angel of Death drops tonight everywhere. Music video tomorrow.

[vemonb1tez]

CUNTY CAKES

[hearts4golbach]

Love Handles.

Johnnie Guilbert x insecure!goth!reader.

a/n: this was a request! I can't find it now for some reason and I'm so sad because this is so late, so I don't know if the person will see it :(((.

losing your virginity had always been a fear for you. you were on the thicker side, as your mother would say, and your biggest fear was your boyfriend being disgusted by your body. that's how it had been your whole life, and that's also why you were 27 and a virgin.

you and Johnnie had been dating for about 4 and a half months now. everything was going great, of course. and Johnnie always respected your boundaries regarding sex. you trusted Johnnie with your whole heart, just as he trusted you.

every time you heard him pleasuring himself in the other room, you couldn't help but get turned on yourself. it's not like you didn't want to have sex with him. It's just that he was a skinnier guy. you knew he didn't have a problem with it. I mean, obviously. he was dating you.

you had been working on your insecurities for about 3 months. as much as you'd hate to admit it, the journal shit you saw all over pinterest really did work. you hadn't necessarily been keeping this fact away from him, you just never bothered bringing it up. you weren't fully ready, but all you needed was a push outside of your comfort zone.

not to mention, you had a terrible habit of walking in rooms before knocking. therefore, you had walked in on Johnnie jerking off on occasion. so yeah, you had seen parts of him that he definitely hadn't seen on you.

but one of the rare occasions where you had actually walked in on him, you took it as your opportunity. you wouldn't admit this out loud, but it was your plan from the beginning: to "walk in on him unknowingly." You had learned he had kind of a pattern of when he did and didn't.

you had just gotten out of the bathroom. you were wrapped in a towel as you made your way to johnnies room. truthfully, you had no clue he was in there. you figured he was downstairs eating.

as you were lost in your own thoughts, johnnies pants and moans on the other side of the door weren't apparent to you.

you opened the door, looking straight ahead at johnnie laying in the bed. he looked at you with wide eyes. his cock was in his hand. you weren't surprised, he usually just froze as you profusely apologized and backed out of the room.

he was shocked at the fact you didn't this time. "johnnie?"

he cleared his throat, pulling the blanket over himself. "yeah? are you okay?"

"yeah, I'm fine. I just-" you paused, reconsidering your decision. "I want you to take my virginity."

he sat up, pulling up his boxers. "are you sure? you know there no pressure or anythi-"

"yes, I know. I'm ready, and I want you." you cringed at the words coming out of your mouth. they were too cheesy to be true.

"well then, what the fuck are you waiting for?" he teased, opening his arms.

you practically ran over to the bed, crawling into his lap. his hard on pressed into your pussy that was only covered by the thin towel.

he started off the kiss soft, his lips glided against yours skillfully. you leaned into the kiss, wanting more. he took your hint and kissed you back harder, his tongue swiping your bottom lip. you shuddered under the new interaction with johnnie. your hands made their way up his neck and wrapped into his hair. his hands were on your hips as he slowly grinded you down onto him.

it wasn't too long before he flipped you over so your back was on the bed. he pulled away, breathing heavily. "are you sure you're okay with this?" johnnie asked as his hands rubbed your sides gently. you nodded in response. "can I see you?"

"yes, please." you replied before he took the towel off of you.

his eyes trailed down your body, admiring every inch of it. "you're so much more beautiful than I imagined." one hand massaged your tit, making you slightly arch your back. "and your nipple piercings? how'd I never know about them?"

you shrugged, "I'm not sure," you were barely able to form any words at this point.

he hummed in response before getting down on his knees at the edge of the bed. he gripped your hips and drug you close to the edge along with him. he kissed your inner thighs, making you squirm with excitement.

Johnnie licked a stripe up your slit, making you flinch as he reached your sensitive bud. "fucking shit," you cursed.

"you know what I find hot as fuck?" he muttered in between licks, "the way your makeup is so fucked up after you wakeup or shower. don't get me wrong, I fucking love it when it's not."

he swirled his tongue around, making you moan and attempt to close your legs. he held them open, lapping up your juices like he was dying of thirst.

he sucked on your clit, making you arch your back and grip onto the sheets below you. "does this feel good, baby?"

you nodded, "mhm, fuck- please.." was all you could spit out.

he dover deeper inside of you, his tongue flicking in and out of your tight hole. "you taste so good."

his praises alone could've sent you over the edge in that moment. his tongue moved faster as your moans became louder. a string of curses and johnnies name flowed out of your mouth. as you moaned his name, you noticed it turned him on even more. as his finger tips gripped into your soft flesh, you couldn't help but grip his hair tighter. you felt a knot in your stomach begin to tighten.

"fuck, johnnie, i think i'm gonna cum.." you whimpered, tossing your head back as his only goal was to make you release on his face.

when you came, he cleaned you up with his tongue before kneeling on the bed between your legs. "are you okay, love? do we need to stop?"

you immediately shook your head no. "'wanna feel you." you mumbled, pressing your lips onto his.

he kissed you gently as you helped slide off his boxers. his hard cock sprung out of his boxers, hitting his stomach. your greedy hands flew to his shaft, gently stroking it. you were confident in what you were doing, which was shocking even to you.

Johnnie bucked into your touch, "shit-" he choked out with a whimper. he positioned himself in between your legs. "is this okay? are you ready?"

"yes," you propped yourself up on your elbows, flipping your hair to one side. you were both sticky with sweat, of course.

he lined up the tip of his cock with your entrance before slowly thrusting inside of you. a loud moan escaped your lips. he stopped, giving you time to adjust to his size. it took a minute, a pain rushing through your body as he stretched you out. he caressed your hip gently, attempting to comfort you through the pain.

“you doing okay, love?” he muttered, placing a kiss on your lower stomach. “you already feel so good.”

you bit your lip and nodded, reaching up to rub his cheek. you ran your fingers over the tattoo on his temple. “yeah, i’m okay.”

whenever it began to subside, you gave him the okay to start moving. although it was sort of painful, it was just adding to the pleasure.

he endlessly praised how well you were doing, and how well you were taking him. the room was filled with the noises flowing out of your mouths and the sounds of skin slapping together. You had one hand gripping his arm and the other on his chest for support as you wrapped your legs around his waist, attempting to pull him closer.

“you’re doing so fucking good, y/n.” his grip on your hips tightened as he kissed your forehead.

his thrusts became fast as both of you felt your climaxes approaching. strings of curses and johnnies name flowed out of your mouth and you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. “j-johnnie. i think i’m close.”

“me too,” he choked out, his thrusts fast but sweet as he helped you reach your climax. “fuck, we should’ve used protection.”

“i don’t give a fuck,” you felt a smirk form on your lips. “i’m cumming, johnnie.” you moaned loudly and slapped a hand over your mouth as you came around johnnies cock.

he pulled out and come on your stomach. he reached up and cupped your cheek, rubbing it gently as he kissed your lips. “was that good for your first time?”

“that was amazing. i don’t know why i waited so long.” you smiled before kissing him again, moving the sweat soaked raven hair out of his face.

he jumped out of the bed and went to start a bath for you. he soaked a wash rag and gently washed his fluids off of your pussy and stomach. he took his time, kissing and cherishing your body. your heart fluttered, and for once in what felt like forever, you felt confident in your body. you smiled as you watched him clean you up.

you didn’t take your time in the bath, because all you wanted to do was go back to bed with johnnie. when you did, he was laying in bed in his boxers waiting for you. he had snacks and a movie ready to play. his face lit up when he saw you. “hey, beautiful.”

[jsuh]

johnny for acne studios // paris fashion week 2024

[necr0g0re]

[xxknoxvixenxx]

me the minute i get my grubby little hands on knox (lovingly ofc 💋)

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Made in Hong Kong (Fruit Chang, 1997)

[leflambeur]

Johnny Dufort for Self Service