#johnny is normal.

[sciderman]

Have Nathan n Johnny boy ever met? Did Peter and Wade ever do a show and tell of 'this is my rebound if we break up' but then they both agreed, yeah fair enough. And then all 4 of them shagged

nate and johnny are the respective best men at wade and peter's wedding and it's weird for everyone because they definitely all shagged after the bachelor party

[timbit-robin-art]

She Fantastin’ on my Five til I Cyclops.

[sketchesofthespontaneous]

Yeah so I saw this pic of the goth on the luggage rack again and thought

“Yeah, Johnny’d do that.”

[krasnyel]

tender

[its-kinda-snowy]

Well-well-well, look what the cat dragged in

[ghouljams]

Plot twist: when sniper reader shot Konig, she was cockwarming one of the 141 boys.

Laying on the high ledge, keeping your eye trained down the scope as you follow the big KorTac brute through his watch pattern. Feeling the slick slide of Johnny's cock as he rubs it against your ass. His weight pushing down on you as he holds himself up with the same hands that push at your hips, his head hung low to watch the way his cock splits your ass apart with each rut. Staining your jacket with pre-come, and murmuring into his throat mic about how warm you are, how soft, how perfect you are holding still for him. You ear piece buzzes with his praise, your stomach clenches, your finger twitches against the trigger.

You hold steady, unwilling to miss any of your shots because the sergeant can't keep it in his pants. Though you suppose you aren't really keeping anything in your pants either, you did shuck them down below the swell of your ass as soon as he crept up here. The twist of heat that pools between your legs makes you that much more aware of your body, more mindful of the twitches that shudder through your muscles.

He's babbling about his fucking bombs again, reciting schematics like they're pornography. "Wire b to trigger to wire c to detonator, wire d trigger to motion detector, wired to detonator, xx grams of c4-" He takes a breath, "-fuck you should've seen it, all red wires I thought it'd choke my cock clean off, nearly came when the trigger beeped."

"Bloody hell Johnny," You warn.

"You wanna hear the recipe for nitroglycerine love?" He pants, "Ah dae."

"Marked," Price hums over the comms and you steady your breathing to take the shot.

Only to have Johnny thrust hard when you pull the trigger. Your perfect shot hitting the big guy in the shoulder instead of blowing his head clean off. You turn to glare at Soap and he pauses to pout at you.

"Ya ken the lassies dinnae glare at me."

"Go fuck one of your bombs then." You gripe and turn back to finish the job, only to lose visual.

[doodlesdreaming]

“No more green lights, Johnny. We’re on our own.”

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Nahhh look who is defending Earthrealm we gonna get conquered bruh

[devil-in-hiding]

reader and Soap sloppily making out with each other while rimming Price 🫣

-🫧

jesus fucking christ Price is just trying to get his two dumb mutts to get along, so when Soap shoves you to the floor to kneel behind him, just for you to land a swift kick to his side

Price straightens up and turns to sit in the chair properly, only raising an eyebrow when you and soap both whine, crawling over to him, shoving at each others shoulders and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Enough!” He barks, two pairs of eyes jumping up to meet his glare. “The two of you can’t get along for five bloody seconds can you?”

“It was my turn to go first!” You protest, and Soap lets out a scoff, but Price snapping his fingers shut him up

“You’re not getting anything until the two of you make up.” He remarks, settling back in the lush cushion as he watches the way you pout, turning to Soap with a glare. He just grins, shrugging as he shuffles closer. “Open your mouth lass.” Soap purrs, eyes bright with mischief as you roll yours to the ceiling, but you comply, and Price notices the way your thighs clench as Soap’s spit lands on your tongue before his lips are on yours

Stroking his weeping cock as he watches his two dumb mutts suck each others tongues, he can practically see your brains were melting

he eyes a string of spit that drips from your chin to your chest, where Soap’s hands are ruthlessly tugging your nipples as you whine into his mouth

“C’mere pretty.” Price finally rasps, scooting down the cushion till his ass barely brushes the edge, draping his legs over the side of the chair, and you waste no time, much to Soap’s disappointment, as you scramble over, tongue already out to drag over his hole with a broad swipe, and his cock leaks against his stomach as you lovingly kiss his rim, eyes lifting to meet his before your sinking your tongue deep into his ass, a happy whine leaving you as Price grips your hair

“that’s it, good dog.”

[silverhands-input]

johnny silverhand's happy trail reblog if you agree

[orphiceonian]

something something Johnny is the only person who knows how fucking scared V is of dying and of becoming someone else. Yeah they might tell people that they are scared but only he can feel just how terrified they are at the concept of losing themselves to the relic…

[probably-a-plant-thing]

ya ever listen to Mind Fight by Tom Cardy? Thats Nny

[mogusalt]

on the red carpet ☆

BASED ON THIS AU IDEA I HAD!!

join an mk server ? :3

[bressynonym]

smoke break 🚬

[bundlofcigars]

Ooooh! New idea for why lyfrassir was so dramatic in the report: the black box, which was a part of the train, which was powered by kvasir's blood, the source of the mead of poetry, could have affected lyf speech patterns/how they acted, especially with bifrost-contamination stuff.

[kenshimybeloved]

We’re never gonna get canon Johnshi because they’d be too much of a power couple I truly don’t think anybody would be able to handle it bc I know I wouldn’t be able to