Jul 1, 2025
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Joey lynch
rip gerard gibson you would’ve loved making 67 jokes
hii could you do johnny kavanagh smut & fluff if you’re up to it? thanks xx
Cherry Wine | johnny kavanagh
summary: 1,4k. in the quiet of his room, with the door locked and the world fading away, johnny takes his time loving you the way he always does: gently, attentively, like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
cw: estabilished relationship, fluff, soft intimacy, could be considered a college!au, suggestive content, gentle johnny, english is not my first language xx.
author’s note: there’s not much smut to this but i hope you enjoy it :) sorry for the delay!
currently playing: cherry wine (live)
Johnny’s dorm room smells like laundry detergent and aftershave and something unmistakably him. The desk is cluttered with notebooks and rugby tape, his hoodie thrown over the back of the chair like he never really learned how to put things away.
You’re perched on the edge of his bed, legs crossed, watching him pace while he pretends not to be nervous about the exam he swears he didn’t study for.
“You’re gonna be fine,” you say, amused. “You say this every time.”
Johnny stops mid-step and looks at you, brows raised. “I do not.”
“You absolutely do.”
He scoffs, walking over until he’s standing between your knees. “You’re exaggerating.”
You tilt your head. “Am I?”
He stares at you for a beat, then breaks into that familiar grin — the one that always means he’s about to be annoying on purpose. “You just like arguing with me.”
“Not true,” you say lightly. “I like winning.”
Johnny laughs, low and warm, and reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb lingers at your cheek, gentle, grounding. “You already won,” he murmurs. “You’re here.”
Your chest tightens a little at that — not in a sad way, just in the Johnny way. He has a talent for saying simple things that feel bigger than they should.
He leans in, forehead pressing to yours, noses brushing. “You always distract me before exams, you know that?”
You smile. “I take my job seriously.”
His hands slide to your waist, warm and familiar. He doesn’t rush it — Johnny never does with you. He just sways you slightly, like there’s music only the two of you can hear.
“Sit back,” he murmurs.
You obey, lying back against his pillows as he follows, bracing himself above you. His eyes flick down to your lips, then back up, teasing.
“You gonna kiss me,” you ask, “or just stare?”
He grins. “Impatient.”
But he kisses you anyway — slow, unhurried, like he has nowhere else to be. It’s soft at first, then a little deeper, just enough to make your toes curl. His hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing your lip in a way that makes your breath hitch.
You tug lightly at his t-shirt. “Johnny…”
“Yeah?” His voice is already rougher.
You don’t answer — you just kiss him again, this time with intent.
He chuckles quietly against your mouth and pulls back just enough to look at you.
“You’re dangerous, you know that?”
“Learned from the best.”
He shakes his head fondly and kisses down your jaw, lingering at your neck, slow and teasing. Every touch is careful, like he’s savoring you, like this is something precious and not just heat.
The world narrows to his bed, his hands, the sound of his breath when you tug him closer.
Johnny presses his forehead to yours again, voice soft. “Door locked?”
You nod.
“Good,” he murmurs, smiling. “Come here.”
Johnny pulls you closer, his body warm and solid as he settles over you, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. His hands are familiar on you — confident, gentle, like he knows every place you like to be touched because he does.
“Still distracting me,” he murmurs against your mouth, smiling when you smile back.
“Seems like a you problem,” you whisper.
He laughs softly and kisses you again, slower this time, deeper. The kind of kiss that makes time stretch. His hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips tracing lazy lines over your skin, warm enough to make you shiver.
“You’re cold,” he notes quietly.
“Mm, maybe you should fix that.”
He hums in agreement and shifts closer, pressing you into the bed as his forehead rests against yours. His thumb brushes over your collarbone, then lower, unhurried — teasing on purpose. Johnny has always loved taking his time with you, loved the way you react when he’s patient instead of rushed.
“You do this thing,” he says softly, almost fond. “Where you pretend you’re not affected.”
“And you do this thing where you call me out,” you reply.
He grins and kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then your neck. Each kiss is deliberate, lingering, like he’s memorizing you all over again. Your hands slide up his back, feeling the familiar strength there, grounding and reassuring.
The room feels smaller now. Warmer.
The sounds of the dorm fade away until it’s just breathing and quiet laughter and the rustle of sheets as he shifts closer.
He smiles — soft, real — and presses another kiss to your lips, one hand cradling your face as the other stays at your waist, anchoring you there with him.
Johnny’s kiss deepens, slow but intent, like he’s making a decision and committing to it fully. His hand slides from your waist to your thigh, thumb brushing back and forth in a way that makes your breath catch immediately.
“There it is,” he murmurs, smiling against your mouth. “That little gasp. Every time.”
You push at his shoulder lightly. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you love me,” he replies easily, kissing you again before you can argue.
He shifts, settling more comfortably between your legs, his weight solid and grounding. You can feel the warmth of him everywhere now — the press of his chest, his thigh nudging yours apart, the way his body fits against yours like it always has.
Like it always will.
Your fingers curl into his shirt, tugging him closer. He hums softly, hands roaming with slow confidence, touching you like he has all the time in the world. When his palm finally presses more firmly against you, you exhale his name without meaning to.
Johnny stills just slightly. “Hey,” he says gently, forehead resting against yours. “Look at me.”
You do.
His eyes soften instantly. “You good?”
You nod. “More than good.”
That’s all he needs.
He kisses you again — deeper, warmer — and the bed creaks quietly as he shifts, the blankets tangling around your legs. His touch grows surer, more purposeful, but never rushed. Everything about him says I want you, not I need to take.
Your hands slide under his shirt this time, palms smoothing over his stomach, up his back. He shivers at the contact, a soft laugh escaping him.
“Fair warning,” he says quietly, breath warm against your ear, “you keep doing that and I’m not gonna be very focused.”
“Weren’t you supposed to be studying anyway?” you tease.
He presses a kiss to your neck, smiling. “You’re a menace.”
The room feels impossibly warm now, filled with soft sounds — breathing, fabric shifting, the occasional quiet laugh when you bump elbows or knock knees. Johnny moves with you, guiding without forcing, making sure you’re right there with him every step of the way.
When you finally come together fully, it’s unhurried and close — more about the way he holds you than anything else. His forehead rests against yours, noses brushing, breaths mingling as he moves slowly, deliberately, like he’s savoring every second.
“God,” he whispers, barely audible. “I love you.”
The words settle into your chest, heavy and warm.
Your fingers tighten at his back, grounding him as much as he grounds you. The rhythm between you builds naturally, easy and familiar, until the world narrows to nothing but the two of you — the way he murmurs your name, the way you smile when he kisses your cheek mid-motion, the way it all feels safe and right.
When it’s over, Johnny doesn’t pull away.
He collapses beside you instead, tugging you into his chest immediately, arm draped over your waist like it belongs there. His fingers trace absentminded patterns against your side, slow and soothing.
“You okay?” he asks quietly, voice soft with affection.
You smile against him. “Yeah. Perfect.”
He presses a kiss into your hair, already half-asleep. “Good. Stay here with me.”
You shift closer, legs tangled with his, heart steady.
“I wasn’t planning on leaving,” you murmur.
And wrapped up in him, in his dorm room, with the world quiet outside — you don’t.
Hi love !!! Idk if you are taking requests, so if you aren't feel free to ignore this
Can you write something about reader doing the "current boyfriend" trend with Johnny Kavanagh
Thank you in advance!!!
NOTE — ahh yesyes i love this trend i think it’s so funny
PAIRING — bf!johnny kavanagh x gf!reader
SUMMARY — you try doing the ’current boyfriend’ tiktok trend on johnny
recently, you’d been seeing the same trend on tiktok again and again. where girls will be making a video with their boyfriend and calling him their “current boyfriend”.
one thing about you? you’ll take any chance to mess with your boyfriend.
one day, when the ’manor’ was empty while you and johnny were hanging out, you decided it was time. you tried to stand up from the couch with the excuse of needing water, but johnny ruined that plan by shooting up to get it for you.
“can’t have you getting your own water in my house.” he scoffed as he walked into the kitchen.
“johnny, i’m perfectly grand getting my own water.” you sighed, pulling out your camera to record. the video began just as johnny reentered the sitting room.
“i just saw a trend where girls have their boyfriend’s answer questions about them, will you?” you asked while johnny was still stood over you, water in hand.
he looked throughly confused, but agreed.
you grinned, facing back to the camera. johnny smiled, still having that cute confused pout and deep brows on his face.
he sat down close to you, mindlessly throwing a loose arm around your waist.
“hey guys! today i will be asking my current boyfriend questions about me.” you said, making sure to not emphasize the current.
johnny’s head snapped up from the camera, now looking you in the eye. his eyes widened as he grabbed you by your head, a loose cup around your mouth—playful, while still very gentle.
“jaysus. current boyfriend? current?” he pulled you back on to his lap, careful to not pull you too hard. you playfully screamed, instinctively grabbing his arms. “baby, we’re in this for the long game. you’re stuck with me.”
you squirmed, but it wasn’t because you felt uncomfortable or unsafe, you just get overreactant when you’re around johnny.
whether you were excited, happy, nervous, horny, it was all amplified around him.
“johnny!” your muffled squeal of his name only spurred him on, because he leaned down to your face and kissed your forehead.
“stuck with me.” he whispered against you hairline, phone and video long forgotten. “okay?”
you nodded, smiled contentedly, a small blush on your face as you realized what he was really saying. he wasn’t doing it for the video, he meant it for real.
he wasn’t ever leaving you.
and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
hours after editing and posting the video, you wanted to see what the comments looked like.
some, you expected.
“johnny fucking kavanagh with some random ass girl?”
“omg johnny!”
“johnny’s random side quest hello?”
they weren’t all meant to be rude, but it was one of the reasons you posted johnny as little as you did. he was borderline famous for his rugby, so many people watched the video for him, disregarding you completely.
that part didn’t bother you as much as feeling like you were using johnny for views.
there were comments like that, that made you question yourself.
you knew well that you weren’t. you didn’t care about the views, but you wanted to show off your boyfriend. you even told johnny how you felt about it and he reassured you he knew.
but it still felt off.
there were other comments too, that made you smile.
“that girl is soooo pretty”
“i love when hot people date each other”
“who cares about a man, look at HER!”
johnny watched you read them, carefully paying attention to when the upsetting comments outweighed the good ones.
“y/n, come here.” johnny said, breaking the silence and taking you out of your self-deprecating thoughts. he motioned to his lap, to which you swung a leg over, straddling him.
you raised one brow, feigning nonchalance. like you weren’t upset moments ago. like having him so under you didn’t make you so comfortable and so excited at the same time.
“what?” you asked after he just stared at you for a solid minute, smiling.
he leaned forward, catching your lips in an all-too reassuring and firm kiss. “i love the shite out of you. you know that, right?”
you smiled and nodded, unable to speak or wipe the cheeky smile off of your face.
“you’re my forever boyfriend, johnny.”
he scoffed, “i’ll put a bleeding ring on ya eventually!” smoothing his hand over the small of your back, the other, a firm grip on your thigh.
you laughed, hiding your face in his neck.
you two sat there, happy and comfortable. he would give an occasional rub on your back, and you would kiss his neck in return.
nothing sexual, just purely content together.
“i love the shite out of you too, johnny.” you whispered, feeling your chest swell with love.
say that again...
pairing: bf!johnny x tease gf!reader cw: DADDY KINK beware, fingering, unprotected p in v, allusions to 'punishment'. summary: johnny and you have the wonderful, yet rare occurence of being left alone in the kavanagh manor. what else could you get up to?
you looked like a fucking vision.
legs bare, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and johnny’s hoodie just covering the curve of your ass. it was like you were trying to kill him without lifting a finger.
and he would let you, happily.
“you okay?” you asked softly, tilting your head. “looks like you’re gonna combust.”
“maybe i will,” johnny muttered, his hand sliding under the hem of your hoodie, fingers brushing warm skin. “what a way to go, huh?”
you laughed, a little breathless from the tension that had been building. edel and john were out of the house, so it was empty for the first time in ages. the silence was sacred, the tension lethal.
you were under johnny’s large body in seconds, both your hands wandering with restless pressure.
“off.” johnny said, tugging gently at the hoodie.
“i recall you saying you never wanted me to take it off,” you teased, lips brushing his ear.
he groaned. “don’t test me, baby.”
and maybe you were testing him, but you didn’t push back again. you just let him guide you to straddle his lap, legs bracketing his hips and your hands in his hair.
every movement was savoured. they’d done it before countless times but something about this moment made everything feel slower and heavier. johnny kissed you like he was starved, and you kissed back like he was something worth being starved for.
your hips began to move—slow, experimentally—grinding yourself against the outline in his joggers, and his head tipped back with a muttered curse
“hm?” you murmured, smoothing over his chest, and trailing feather-light kisses down his jaw. “what’s wrong, johnny?”
his grip on her waist tightened to an almost painful extent. “keep talkin’ like that and you’re gonna make me embarrass myself.”
“maybe i want you too.” your voice was soft now, almost dangerous.
johnny reached for your thighs, squeezing as a way to ground himself. but there wasn’t any use. he was already far gone.
you rolled your hips again, and again, your breath hitching. “you feel so good,” you whispered, eyes squeezing shut.
and then—
“you like when i ride you like this, daddy?”
it was probably just from the heat of the moment, something that just slipped. but, still every muscle in johnny’s body slowed to an abrupt stop. his eyes snapped open, jaw slack,
“fuck…” he hissed, hands flying to her exposed hips. “say that again.”
your lashes fluttered, lips tugging into a smirk. “daddy?”
that ruined me. you were flipped under him in one second, catching your gasp and bottom lip in his mouth.
“johnny,” you whimpered under him, legs trembling around his hips.
“no.” he muttered, dragging his teeth down her neck. “that’s not what you called me before, baby.”
you bit your lip, eyes turning glassy as you flushed all over. “you want me to say it again?”
“yeah,” he breathed. “you know i do.”
johnny’s hand slid between them, fingers trailing down the inside of her thigh, slow and teasing. a beautiful sound ripped from your lips when he reached the spot that always drove you mad. your hips lifted, chasing more of this feeling.
“jaysus, you’re so wet for me, baby. look at you.”
you moaned, nails digging crescents into his broad shoulders. “only you make me like this.” a higher sound escaped when two thick digits entered your wet heat.
he curled his fingers just right, watching how perfectly you reacted—body arching and jerking. “say. it. again.” he growled,
you squirmed beneath him, breath stuttering. you were trying not to give him too much control, to hold back.
johnny rolled his lips in his mouth, pulling his fingers free just to slide them slowly into his own mouth, humming at the taste of you on his tongue.
your eyes almost bulged out of your head, body moving subconsciously to be closer to him. and then, right in his trap you whispered, “…daddy.”
fuck.
johnny’s control was fully shattered. his brain wasn’t functioning. there was no more waiting for him. he grasped your thighs, snapping your hips to meet his and sank in so deep they both stopped breathing.
“oh my god—“ you practically squealed, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
he didn’t give her a second to adjust. just demanded, “who do you belong to, baby?”
“you!” you managed to choke out. “you, daddy.”
johnny moved faster, harder, their bodies tangling and every inch of their skin pressed against eachother. the hoodie was bunched around your waist now, falling to expose her collarbone.
“you’re so good for me,” he groaned, pulling out all the way to slam it into your tight hole. “feels so fuckin’ perfect. you’re my girl.”
your eyes opened at that, softening. “am i?”
“yeah,” johnny rasped. “you’re my good girl. always.”
”then let me come,” you whispered, biting your already swollen lip. “please, daddy. i’ve been good.”
holy. fucking. hell.
he couldn’t even answer, just snaked his hand between them to your bundle of nerves and circled it rapidly. giving his girl exactly what he wanted.
you shattered around him seconds later—shaking, crying out his name like a prayer. ‘god’ and ‘johnny’ were starting to have the same meaning and used in conjunction in sentences.
he didn’t last much longer, painting your insides white with a guttural groan. “holy fuck.”
you curled into his side, still in his hoodie, still looking smug.
“so…” you said, dragging a finger across the ridges of your chest. “‘daddy’, huh?”
johnny groaned, placing an arm over his eyes. “don’t start, baby,”
“what?” you giggled, pulling yourself closer and propping your chin on his shoulder. “i’m just saying it’s kinda a bold move. not totally unexpected but…”
he turned his head to face her, one brow raised. “you said it first.”
“and you told me to. happen to be very persuasive.”
“you were pretty eager.”
you laughed. “i think you nearly passed out when i said it.”
johnny sat up slowly, looming over her. “you liked being called a good girl, though.”
your eyes widened, lips parting but you couldn’t retort.
“mmm. yeah, you do,” he’d caught you.
johnny smoothed a hand down your bare thigh, slow and intimate. you shifted, overstimulated and too easy to rile up.
“keep giving me lip,” he murmured, leaning in and brushing his nose against yours. “and i’ll make you say it again.”
“what if i want to say it again.”
he smirked, tutting. “brat.”
you grinned. “you love it.”
“oh, i do.” johnny nodded, voice dropping to something dangerous. “but brats get punished.”
your mouth opened, but before you could counter, he grabbed your waist and rolled you under him again. grinning when you giggled. “johnny!”
”nuh-uh. wrong, baby.”
your breath caught, heartbeat stuttering
“try again.”
your lashes batted, biting your lip. “daddy?”
“there’s my girl.” he murmured, low in your ear.
A.N: need him sooooo bad
things boys of tommen taught me:
— you NEVER know what someone else is experiencing
— your actions do not define you
— your hardships do not justify your actions
— everyone has their own struggles and traumas
— men do not stop talking about their dicks (thanks for this one kae)
heyy!! could you write something for johnny? something like he has a crush on her and she’s very introverted and shy? love your writing btw!! thank u 🙏
note ⸝⸝⸝ theyre so awkward i LOVE IT
summary ⸝⸝⸝ johnny stumbles upon a very awkward girl .. (he’s had his eye on her for awhile.)
warning ⸝⸝⸝ none!
you’re so relieved it’s the weekend. saturday and sunday were always your favorite days because you could just be alone. in your own space, not at school, where you’d have to interact with people here and there (forcefully).
as you have your sketchbook in one hand and a pen in the other, you feel at peace. you’re sketching your dog.
a ball is thrown toward you. a dog ball specifically. you quickly dodge it as it lands on the bench. a black labrador, tongue out, runs toward it.
it bites the ball, but then drops it and instead licks your leg.
“sookie! stop!” a boyish voice yells out, running toward sookie. he grabs her collar to pull her back from you.
“i’m so sorry. didn’t think she’d lick ya—” he says, looking at you.
he also threw that dog ball toward you on purpose. he’ll never tell you that tho.
you softly smile at the sight of his dog. then you realize johnny kavanagh is speaking to you, and now your brain starts scrambling. “um— it’s okay! he’s cute— or she. sorry.” you mutter the last words.
you mentally facepalm after realizing he literally just called his dog “she.”
he chuckles. “she. it’s fine. ya got a dog?”
he knows you have a dog. you always come here on saturdays and sundays, and he knows that because he always comes here just to see you. not in a weird way, obviously.
you look up at him, nodding. “uhm. yeah — he’s over there.”
your dog is a miniature poodle. the difference between yours and his is wildly strong.
he glances at your dog, then shifts his focus back to you. “cute,” he says, looking at you.
you feel nervous under his gaze. you try not to make strong eye contact with him — if you do, you’ll end up exploding right here. you don’t really know what else to say. you’d offer him to sit beside you, but… what if he doesn’t want to and just says yes because he feels like it’s forced?
your overthinking pauses as he lets go of sookie. she runs over to your dog. he wipes his hands on his pants. “ya don’t mind if i sit next to you?” he asks.
“oh. yeah! i mean no? it’s fine. you can sit. if you want to.” god, you just mumbled out the most unnecessary words. what is wrong with you?
in johnny’s mind, he’s admiring you. so much. how can a girl be this cute? you could literally cough and he’d praise you.
“yeah. i want to,” johnny says, sitting next to you. you both sit in silence for a little. it’s not awkward. it’s kind of peaceful. closing your journal, you put your pen and it into your bag.
johnny notices. shit. are you leaving? he didn’t even get to ask you any questions yet. out of worry, he speaks. “what’s your dog’s name?”
mentally, he facepalms. out of all the questions, he chooses to ask this one.
you turn your head to him. “his, uh, name is bat.”
he grins. “that’s sweet.” he nods.
your cheeks redden at his eyes not leaving your face, so you pull your attention back to the dogs.
“i’m johnny, by the way. uh, i’m in the same class as you.”
yeah. you knew that. he’s literally the golden boy of tommen high. how could you not?
you say your name back to him, and he repeats it softly.
you don’t want to leave. it feels so relieving to be with him, like his presence gives you comfort. but it’s getting late.
“i, um, have to go,” you mumble softly, holding your bag on your shoulder and getting up.
johnny quickly stands up. “we’ll see each other tomorrow?” he asks.
you nod softly. tomorrow’s sunday, and maybe you’ll dress up better — knowing you’ll see him again.
he holds his hand out. “grand. bye,” he says your name softly.
you stare at his hand. oh god. you don’t do handshakes. you can literally feel sweat drops on your face. you stick out your hand quickly, shake his, and then walk away.
johnny watches you grab your dog and walk away. god, at this point, he’s this close to getting on his knees and declaring his love for you. like. or love. does it really matter?
his attention is disturbed by someone gripping his shoulder. “that’s cute,” gibsie says mockingly.
hughie, from behind, laughs. johnny turns his head and pushes gibsie off. “shut up, lad.”
he doesn’t even care about the ongoing chatter of them making fun of him. his mind is only filled with you.
TOMM6N . . . dont steal my work
꣑ৎ 3TEEN BOY & EVERYTHING GIRL ୧ featuring : JOHNNY KAVANAGH . ━━━━━⠀⠀.⠀ est. relationship.
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