Johnny Johnny Meme Novels & Stories

“Welcome to KKTM, Johnny. Coming up, we’ll have the traffic report for your early morning drive to work, but first, a song to welcome my new co-host. Here’s Carly Simon’s You’re So Vain.” As soon as the light went off, Jenny turned to Johnny with a stare that could freeze the blood in his veins. Through clenched teeth, she said, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Ignoring both her eyes and tone, Johnny replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just saying hello to everyone. Aren’t we over-reacting just a bit? Haven’t been getting any lately have you?” He flashed a shit-eating grin. It was obvious he was enjoying himself at her expense. Jenny was not about to let him get

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The sunlight was sharp across the driveway, and there he was—Johnny—standing by the truck with John on his shoulders, both of them laughing, holding a bag from the local diner. She slipped her sandals on and stepped out into the breeze. As she approached, John slid down from his dad’s shoulders and ran toward her. “Mama! Daddy got me French fries and a milkshake, and we saw baby goats! They were so tiny!” “Tiny, huh?” she smiled, scooping him into her arms as Johnny approached. He held out the paper bag and the drink holder. “Got you one, too.” “You bribing me with curly fries?” “Worked on him,” Johnny said, reaching out and brushing a strand of hair from her face.

He then hugs his mom before coming around to the side Carter and I sitting. “My favorite couple.” Johnny says then pulls Carter and I in a hug together. “Also my favorite internet couple.” He adds grinning pulling away and Carter smacks his head. “Ouch.” He says and Steph laughs and add, “why would you say that.” Okay I definitely don’t want them talking about my almost sex tape with Carter. I look over to Carter and he already gets it. “Long surgery?” Carter asks Johnny changing the subject thankfully. “Yeah almost 15 hours so immediately we’re done eating I’m going up to sleep.” Johnny says.

“If you mean the clueless white boy who gets all the credit while Bruce Lee does all the work, then yes, that would be you.” I looked at Connor with my mouth open like Ohhh SNAP! He grinned and winked at me. “Bruce Lee… I like that,” Johnny said, straightening the lapels of his suit. “Mmm, me likey that, too.” “Ewww, Sebastian!” Johnny shouted. “I meant the original, not the knockoff, Mr. Homophobe.” “You better watch it, I’ll tell Javier you said that about Bruce Lee,” Johnny warned. “Now who’s being bitchy?”

Then, Stanley looked at Ruby and teased. “If you will cry, you better go with him.” They laughed at his joke and Johnny corrected, “My Ruby is now a big girl. She would not cry again.” They laughed again at what they considered a joke, but Johnny was certain with his claim. He had deflowered her, and she was already a big girl. Then, he looked at Ruby and asked, “My Ruby, will you cry?” “Not at all.” “That is my girl.” “Don’t be long”

"Answer me when I ask you a fucking question." "I love it. I love taking your cock. I love feeling it deep inside my cunt like that. Please fuck me harder..." The man, Johnny, laughed, thrusting harder. "Who would have thought that with that bitchy superiority complex you had, that you were nothing but a whore waiting to be fucked like a bitch in heat. Was this what you had in mind when you came in here everyday, dressed like a slut?"

I saw her swallow her saliva as if she was excited but at the same time, she was also nervous. "You want me to suck your dick?" Kissa asked and a smile gets even wider on Johnny's lips and then he nodded softly in response. Johnny leaned against the railings and motioned to Kissa to start worshipping his body. "I want you to worship my body, babe. I want your saliva all over my body." Johnny commanded with a sly smile on his lips. I couldn't help but stare at Johnny's muscular body. I don't want to admit it but I also don't wanna lie, Johnny is so handsome that he can be a high-fashion, editorial, or commercial model, selling a handsome face like Johnny is just an easy peasy thing to do. I t

“She’s a friend of mine.” Zara waved and smiled warmly. “Hey, Johnny! I hear you’re a great artist.” Johnny returned her high-five. His expression was unreadable; his feelings vague and unclear. Zara wondered if he liked her, disliked her, or was simply cautious. “Are you my daddy’s friend?” Johnny asked. “Yes,” she said. “She’s also my teammate,” Nat added. “Teammate?” Johnny asked. “Like in your puzzle game?” “Oh!” Johnny said, understanding.

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."