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hansensgirl · 3 months
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summary. | You have a hard time saying ‘no’ to your sugar daddy.
prompts . | Johnny Storm + sugar daddy + “The night’s still young.” + obsession, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!sugar daddy!Johnny Storm x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, obsession, possessiveness, smut, mentions of multiple rounds, power imbalance, sugar daddy/baby relationship, fingering (f), masturbation (m), vaginal sex, cum play, overstimulation, poor dom etiquette, Daddy kink, allusions/mention of non-consensual videotaping, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics
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He tells you that you’re insatiable. He just can’t get enough of you. You’re the most perfect girl ever—he can’t spend a moment apart from you.
But that doesn’t really explain your sugar daddy’s absurd rules. 
He’s strict about you not spending time with other men. He hates seeing what’s his in the hands or presence of others. It was hot at first. But you’ve grown tired of Johnny’s possessiveness. He seems crazy about you, and as much as you enjoy the attention, you swear you cannot breathe. 
“Fuck, princess, you look so good,” he grunts, groping your tits. They sit in the fabric of the expensive lingerie he bought you for tonight. 
As you lay in his large bed, you feel helpless. Part of you regrets the arrangement, even though you have no monetary issues anymore.
You’ve gone from making Ramen daily and barely paying rent to eating expensive food every meal and living in a penthouse. You know you shouldn’t complain, but the idea of a man funding your every want and need makes you shudder.
“I just can’t get enough of you,” Johnny says. You two aren’t very far off in age, but there is a noticeable difference in power. He could do anything to you—but what can you do to him? Not much; just showing him your body and spending every waking minute with him. “I love it when you touch me, Daddy.” Your words are forced out of you as he plunges his fingers into your used pussy. He’s fucked you twice already, yet Johnny is still hard. It’s both sexy and frustrating—you can never get a break. His libido is something you almost always think about.
“I know you do, baby. Fuck, this pussy is so messy,” he groans, dragging his digits against your sensitive inner walls. Johnny’s cum leaks out of you, and he stops his movements every now and then to smear his seed against your swollen lips. “‘M full of your cum, Daddy…”
There’s no denying that the wealthy man can make you feel euphoric. He’s skilled and gifted, making you wonder why he’s so loyal to you. You don’t think you give him much in return—just your body and soul, but in a world of riches, isn’t that the bare minimum?
“Yeah, you are. You’re leaking with it, princess. It’s so hot,” Johnny husks, and he’s tempted to pull his phone out and take a few pictures. But he knows he can’t—not while you’re still on your back, at least. 
He brings you to the precipice of another orgasm, allowing you to teeter over the edge. Johnny doesn’t really care about giving permission when you want to come—he just has one rule. 
You must thank him. 
Not ‘thank you, Johnny’—no, certainly not. He hates it when you use his given name, especially since it breaks another rule of his. It’s ‘thank you, Daddy,’ whether you like it or not. 
“Fuck—thank you, Daddy!” you whimper out, limbs twitching as you clench around his fingers. “You’re welcome, baby.” His cock throbs, desperate for you to touch it in any way. 
Johnny thinks about taking your mouth next, just to give your pussy a bit of a break. He loves it when you choke on his dick, especially as he fucks your face. 
You come down from your high and are hit with a pang of exhaustion and discomfort. You just need a few minutes, perhaps even a snack and a drink of water. You’d even go as far as to say that you don’t want to continue.
“Uhm… Johnny?” you question, wincing as you see that he’s stroking his dick. He pulls his fingers out of you and moves them to your clit, which is just as overwrought. Johnny’s jaw clenches at the sound of his name. “What?” he spits out, voice harsh. He gets like this quite often, and it’s made you grow scared of him just a bit.
“Do you– Do you think we can stop for tonight? Please?” you request. You would give him your best-begging eyes, but he’d probably just want to fuck you even more. “Stop? Why would we do that?” he laughs, pressing down harder on your nub.
You whimper from the friction. “I’m just tired. I mean, there’s always tomorrow, right?” you reason, looking up at Johnny with a sweet smile. He mirrors it before it drops from his face suddenly. “Hmm… I don’t think so. You don’t call the shots here, baby. I do.”
His words are as you predicted, but hearing them makes you want to cry. 
Your sugar daddy continues his assault on your body, using you for pleasure. “And, besides,” he continues, taking your dominant hand and placing it on his cock. He makes you stroke him. “The night’s still young.”
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citronbun · 2 months
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Johnny Storm; the human heating pad ! (っ˘ω˘ς )
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spicyspiders · 4 months
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A buried and a burning flame
Johnny Storm x male reader smut.
2k words.
I recently rewatch both of the old Fantastic Four movies and it reminded me of how down bad I was for Johnny Storm. Warning for smut and unprotected sex.
You had met Johnny a few years before he became the Human Torch. He was already a busy man– always on the go and usually surrounded by a group of onlookers, but it all seemed to ramp up once he gained his powers.
After you had met, Johnny always recognized you and greeted you with a warm smile and a hug, a fact that always made you hope to run into him at events around New York.
“There he is!” Johnny says when he sees you walk outside. He pulls you into a quick hug, his blue eyes crinkled at the edges when he pulls away with a smile on his face.
“Hey, Johnny,” you respond, sending him a matching smile.
You were almost hesitant to go to Sue and Reed’s wedding again. It turns out that trying to tell the place you rented your tux from that the jacket had been destroyed when a silver man on a silver board would only leave you with a pissed off employee angrily holding out his hand for your card to charge you for the destroyed jacket.
“What was this place called?” Johnny asks.
“I don’t remember,” you did remember, but really, you just wanted to forget all about the situation. You’re surprised there isn’t some type of insurance for people who are friends with superheroes to replace damaged items just from being in their vicinity.
“If you remember,” Johnny presses his finger into your chest, “you let me know. No one messes with my friend,” his tone and expression are serious until it melts away as his facade breaks into a smile.
“It’s fine, Johnny,” you reassure, “it’s just a jacket,” you say with a laugh. “But if you sister asks why I didn’t bring them a gift, tell her that’s what I had to spend it on.”
Johnny’s head tips back as he lets out a loud laugh. He stays close for the rest of the day keeping you at arms length. During the moment Sue tosses her bouquet into the air, his arm wraps around your waist as you watch the display. When you look back over at Johnny after clapping for the women who caught it, he already looking at you, a warm look in his eye.
That was the closest you thought you would get, but by the time the reception was dying down and you left after saying your goodbyes and congratulations to the happy couple, you found yourself even closer to the other man.
With how close he was to you throughout the day, you almost thought it would be crazy to leave without kissing him, but luckily, Johnny had the same idea in mind as he crowds you up against the door to your hotel room. Even under the expensive tux he wore, Johnny felt like a wall of hot, hard muscle as you pulled him closer as your back met the door.
You let out a soft noise from your chest when Johnny’s tongue moves into your mouth. His mouth feels even hotter than his skin, making your cock twitch at the thought of where else his mouth would end up through the night.
You’re panting when the kiss ends, only to be pulled back into another kiss as you stumble to the bed. Johnny lets out a grunt when his legs meet the edge of the bed and he falls back, he laughs up at you as the kiss abruptly ends.
You chuckle down at the man before you pull off your blazer, “hey! Easy!” Johnny says after you toss the blazer into one of the corners of the room, “I know you’re eager,” he says and you let out a laugh before he continues, “we don’t want to pay for another blazer, do we?”
You roll your eyes at the man as you continue pulling your clothes off, trying your best to keep going while also trying to watch as Johnny begins taking his off. He sends you a smirk each time he catches you looking, his eyes full of mischief.
Once you’re both down to your underwear, Johnny gathers you into his lap. You moan into his mouth when you grind against his clothed cock, his tongue running wetly along yours. Much like how he kept you throughout the day, Johnny’s arms wrapped tightly around your body to keep you close. His hands start at your body and trace down your skin, but then they’re grabbing handfuls of the globes of your ass to grind your cocks together.
“Johnny,” you moan when his hands go beneath the waistband of your underwear to make skin-on-skin contact. His hands are hot, and the feel of his fingers holding handfuls of your ass tightly only causes you to moan louder. You gasp when one of his fingers dips into the crack of your ass and runs along your hole, and you push back into the contact.
“Do you have-”
“Yes,” you respond quickly.
“You don’t even know what I was about to ask,” Johnny says back with a laugh.
The smile falls from his face when you pull yourself from his arms, and you’re tempted to immediately get back into the spot you left and kiss away his frown. You’re quick to grab the lube and condoms you brought and toss them down beside Johnny’s leg.
“Did you expect this?” Johnny asks as he pulls you back down into his lap.
“I always come prepared,” you respond against his mouth before your lips are against his.
While your lips are locked together, you hear the sound of the cap to the lube opening. You let out a light noise into Johnny’s mouth when you feel one of Johnny’s lubed up fingers at your hole.
You exchange kiss after kiss as Johnny gets you ready. Your tongue runs against his as one finger becomes two, and when a third joins the others, a string of spit is connecting your mouths when Johnny pulls away.
Johnny pants against your mouth when you reach a hand down between your bodies to wrap your fingers around both of your cocks. When his three fingers brush your prostate, your hand jerks, pulling a groan from Johnny’s throat.
“Won’t be able to fuck you if you keep going,” Johnny says, his hips jerking towards your hand to get more.
You pull your hand away slowly and bring it up to your mouth. The salty taste of Johnny’s precome hits your tongue when you lick over your fingers, and when you’re done, Johnny pulls you into a wet kiss. You both groan at the exchange of the taste, and the kiss ends when the taste is nearly gone down your throats.
“Taste good?” Johnny asks, his hand goes to your throat to trace his fingers along your Adam's apple as you swallow.
You nod quickly as you grab for the condom. Johnny watches you with dark eyes as you get the condom out and rolled down his cock.
Once you’ve lifted yourself up, Johnny holds your asscheeks apart, making you feel open and exposed. You gasp when the head of his cock breaches your hole, then it’s all left to gravity.
“Holy fuck,” Johnny moans, “so fucking tight and hot. And come from me,” he groans as you clench down on his cock, “that’s saying something.”
If it was anything like the hot line of Johnny’s cock inside your hole, you believed him. The burning line of his cock almost made it feel like there was no condom, like it was just skin-on-skin and nothing in between.
Johnny’s hands move into the same position that they were before you sank down on his cock to aid you as you lifted yourself. You placed your hands on his hairy chest for balance as you went back down.
When your pace quickened, Johnny fell back onto the bed, his hands at your hips. Your head fell back and your eyes closed when Johnny shifted his hips and on each downward motion, his cock hit your prostate.
“You’ve got it,” you hear Johnny say to himself, and then the pressure of his hands are gone, and you’re left to lift yourself up and bring yourself down. You open your eyes to look down at Johnny, taking in a fucked out appearance.
With his arms behind his head, his hair messy, and his eyes dark and half-lidded, Johnny laid there and let you do all the work. Thankfully, his sturdy chest made it easy to lift yourself up and then fuck yourself down onto his cock.
“Gonna make me do all the work?” You ask down at Johnny.
Johnny sends you a smirk, “it seems like you got it. Sure feels like you do, too,” he responds.
You let out a breathy laugh, “that’s fine,” you say before slowing down. Your pace slows into a slow grind. You wrap your fingers around your cock as you circle your hips slowly. Your eyes close once more as you pull at your aching cock.
Johnny’s skin goes hotter under your fingers as he growls. You let out a yelp in return, and your eyes fly open as Johnny pulls you off his cock and flips you onto your back onto the bed.
“Little fucking shit,” Johnny says, his voice low. He lifts your legs to his shoulders, and nearly bends your body in half before he thrusts back inside. With the angle feeling deeper than before, you both let out moans as he gets back inside.
“This what you need?” Johnny questions after he sets up a brutal pace. The slap of your skin coming together rings throughout the hotel room, sending a thrill through your body as it gets louder. You hope no one is in the rooms surrounding yours, knowing that the sounds of what you’re doing can be clearly heard through the walls. You can’t decide what would be more mortifying: getting a call from the front desk to quiet down, or them trying to call, and not being able to hear it from how loud you’re being.
You nod eagerly, unable to use your words as your mouth is too busy letting out moans and groans. The closest that you get to words is mixes of curses and Johnny’s name.
“Gonna burn this condom off and-”
“Take it off,” you whine after finding your voice.
“Want me to come inside you? Fill you up?” Johnny growls, his hips coming to a halt against your ass.
Yeah, you did, but also you were pretty sure condoms were highly flammable. You didn’t know how in control Johnny was of his powers, but you didn’t want to risk it. Really, you probably shouldn’t have been a condom the entire time. It’s too bad you were currently too turned on to stress over it.
After Johnny pulls out, the condom sails over the side of the bed and lands on the floor, and you hoped it landed far away from your blazer. A second later, the worry leaves your mind as Johnny thrusts back inside.
“So fucking hot, baby,” Johnny moans after he bottoms out. His mouth meets yours in a wet, sloppy kiss as he resumes his brutal pace.
Your nails dig into his back as his cock nails your prostate over and over again. It only takes a handful of thrusts for your cock to be spurting messy white ropes up your chest as your orgasm rocks your body.
Johnny answers your loud moan with one of his own after his thrusts stutter off and then still as his orgasm hits. Like he had done before pulling off the condom, his hips still against your ass, coming as deep as he can inside your willing body.
“Holy fuck,” you moan, much like how Johnny had earlier. His come was so hot that you could actually feel it shooting inside you. That’s new.
“Should’ve warned you,” Johnny slurred out in post-orgasmic bliss. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before he pulls your legs from his shoulders and lays himself onto your chest, “sorry,” he says after pressing another kiss to your lips.
“It’s okay,” you say softly against his mouth.
Johnny rolls you over so you can lay against his sweaty chest. “Can you ever forgive me?” Johnny says into your hair as his hand runs down your back.
“For burning my insides? I guess I can, just this once,” you say into his chest as you run your fingers through his sweaty chest hair.
“Just once?” Johnny asks, his hands move to your ass, and you can barely contain your shiver when Johnny’s fingers run through the mess leaking from your hole.
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dungeonpuppykai · 1 month
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|| The Storms ||
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Description: A day in the life of the Storm family. 
Pairing: Dad!Johnny Storm | Mom!You.
Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Johnny Storm. 
Warning(s): None of the explicit sort. Fluff, Johnny and his spawns being proper little menaces, stressed out human mom Y/n, mild marital affection, authoritative father!Johnny towards the end, d/s undertones. 
Note: Yes, this is very much a coping fic lmfao. The reason why this doesn't have a teaser is because it was supposed to be a drabble. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷
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Getting to trust and then dating Johnny storm was one thing. But marrying him and having kids with him?
One word. 
Chaotic.
And as your youngest (at the moment) burst into the scorching flames all of your others had also done at her age, you had to step back before pinching the bridge of your nose to attempt composure. The smell of burning cloth and wood hit your nose before the alarm went off and water sprayed out, causing you to close your eyes as you focused on your breathing to remain calm. 
You liked to believe you had rather mastered your ability to cope with your little superhuman family's antics. 
"Hey, little Princess~" you heard your husband's much proud and smug coo from behind you before you could call out for him. Good. Your daughter who was still very much orange and in flames giggled and clapped her chubby little hands at the sight of her father, the fire control system having extinguished everything around her but not quite the source. 
"Dada!" The little ball of fire reached out for Johnny, the cause of all of this, and cackled along with the man when he easily picked her up as she was, unfazed by the heat. And though he absolutely adored his kids anyways, your husband was especially sweet right now.
Because it was a triumphant moment for him.
Ever since your eldest had inherited his power, you two betted everytime you got pregnant whether the next baby would be like you or him.
And you had just lost yet again.
It seemed your genes did not even try against your husband's extraordinary ones.
"Ohhh look at this here little Bree Storm following into her Daddy's footsteps!" You rolled your eyes and sighed, spinning on your heels before trudging to the kitchen while your husband baby-talked to your daughter. 
Great. 
You loved your family and were very grateful for them. 
But it would be nice if at least one of your kids took after you and your ordinariness.
Because five hyperenergetic, extremely naughty and robust superhuman children along with their father who was honestly no better than them at times were a tad bit much for a very human you at times. 
And as you stepped into the kitchen, the scene unfolding before you pushed aside any guilt regarding the annoyance that you were feeling in this moment. 
Because Torus, your eldest (8), who had recently learnt how to fly was bolting across the expanse of the kitchen as he urged his successor, Axel (6), to follow into his stance, instructing her on how she could trigger the flight. 
The son you had had after them, Sonny (5), was happily sitting on a counter and swinging his legs back and forth with the marshmallow jar placed next to him as he fished one out, s'mored it and then put it in his mouth. 
The older of your youngest ones, Jacqui (4) was 'drawing' on a fine, much expensive canvas (if you said so yourself) that Johnny had gotten her when he had realized her artistic edge. The girl was seated in the safest spot as opposed to her siblings; on the floor. Only, she was using her hot red index finger to trace the patterns into the surface of the canvas instead of on it. 
You willed your widened eyes into closing again as you did another breathing exercise, the water from the fire extinguisher system still dripping down your nose that was so accustomed to the smell of fire that you didn't even mind it much anymore. 
Now your mind contemplated whether or not to call Johnny for help. Because it was a running challenge between you two that all of Daddy's babies needed him, which included you; the original one. But you liked to deny and prove that you could manage it on your own without him and did not need his constant help to handle your own kids. 
Except you did, but you would never admit it.
Though when Torus hit one of the lights that hung from the ceiling like the brat he was -something Johnny said the boy inherited from you, like he himself was any better- and almost knocked the cover and his own eye out, you decided pride could wait for now.
"Johnny!" You bellowed, causing the little deviants to look up with a startle only to start giggling when they realized that it was just you. A pout made its way on your lips as you huffed. Unbelievable! 
"Yes, sweeth…" Your husband appeared in the doorway after having put Bree in one of Jacqui's old rompers.
Your kids' clothes were all made of the same material as that of Johnny's uniform that they had managed to recreate at the lab. This was done to prevent wastage of the expensive baby clothes that he liked to personally shop for every child independent of your buyings.
But this time around you had only bought regular clothes as you had felt sure Bree was like you. 
Oh, Johnny was so gonna tease your futile confidence for months!
The bratty lot squealed and bolted past you to hide behind their dad, pretending to cower from your nonexistent wrath. "DADDY, SAVE US!" They cried in unison, drowning out your husband's voice in their playful cries that had a mix of knowing giggles and plotting hushed whispers in them. 
You crossed your arms over your chest as you pursed your lips tightly, shaking your head while eyeing them with an unimpressed look. 
This was routine. 
They would cause all kinds of chaos known to man and then the moment you tried to put your foot down -which was hard enough for you as it was because their faces that were such a perfect and synchronized mix of the one you loved so much in addition to your own were very hard to stay mad at-, Daddy was being summoned and put between your bodies like a rock. 
Oftentimes a traitorous rock for you, if you said so yourself.  
All their personalities were variants of his and Johnny made his pride and support for his naughty little clones very obvious. 
"Ho, ho, ho!" You heaved another sigh as you shook your head at the comical way your husband widened his brilliant blue eyes. "What is this that I am hearing?! What is going on?!" Johnny deepened his voice to mimic an authoritative one. "Daddy demands an explanation for this cruel commotion!" As the brats cheered, your annoyed eyes turned to him and his playfully puffed out chest deflated fast. 
Pushing one hip out, you raised an eyebrow and put a foot out to tap against the ground, cocking your head to the side. "You do, do you, Daddy?" The firmness in your tone had him spring up and turn to the kids to shush them like the most obedient husband ever. 
"That was for you little miscreants!" Now it was your turn to be smug as you smirked and jutted your chest out proudly. "You know the rule! No one misbehaves with Mommy and everyone obeys her!" The kids whined and tossed themselves left and right, the little lot now shuffling away from him and in your legs to be saved from the cruelty of their father. 
"Sorry, mommyyyyy!" You could not help but snicker as you shook your head at the wailing cuties, nodding at Johnny to stop when he went to reprimand them further only for your sake as you knew he did not like doing it on his own account. 
"To the breakfast table, all of you!" As the group shuffled before marching to their ordered destination like the most well-behaved little superhumans ever, you knew there was strength in numbers. 
"So you see, Mommy…" A silent gasp escaped you when your husband's huge and hot hand crept along your waist from behind before grasping one of your hips, mouth against the shell of your ear. "All of Daddy's babies need him" Bree, who was still enveloped in one of his arms, giggled and clapped as if in agreement. The baby girl loved to see you two just existing together in marital bliss. 
You snorted and rolled your eyes -a habit that had gotten you in trouble with him a handful of times- before holding your hands out for your toddler who gladly eased down and into your hold. "Well then," you paused to peck at your daughter's feather-soft rosy cheek. "Daddy should sit his big butt down and eat up so he can remain strong for his babies" your daughter cackled when Johnny clicked his tongue in disapproval after doing one of his dramatic gasps only for you to pinch him by the ear before dragging him behind you and towards your spawns.
"Language, please– wooaaah!" Bree's siblings joined in on the giggling and you couldn't help but follow suit when Johnny's big body awkwardly flailed as it bent downwards in your direction to keep up, plopping down in the Daddy chair at his end of the table when you finally approached it.
"Now, honey" you said after putting your toddler in her high chair and placing her baby plate in front of her, approaching your husband's seat as you waited for him to finish serving the kids. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders as he went along joking and scooping. 
"Yes, my sweets?" That earned him collective cringed out retches from the older kids and you. "Hmmm…" You could just imagine his conspiratorial smirk. "I don't know why but it smells like grounding season in here" Bree unknowingly blinked at her siblings' denying whines as she chomped on her baby food. "That's what I thought." You rolled your eyes at Johnny's smug snicker as he reinforced his authority, reveling in the apologies that were presented to him.
You waited for the commotion to die down before speaking. "Hun, would you be so kind as to tell our superkids about what we have decided?" Johnny took a bite of his toast that you shook your head at since he offered it to you first, nodding with a hum and clearing his mouth out with a swallow before he continued on with your request. 
"Of course, dear" he twisted a little to give the first forkful of his eggs to you as you weren't eating yet. "Okay, now." Facing your extraordinary lot, Johnny began. "Mommy and I have been discussing this for quite some time now and we have come to a mutual agreement" if it were not for Johnny now using his dad voice, you could just imagine Sonny asking him what mutual meant and then Torus calling him stupid only for Axel to defend her favorite brother and the conversation fading into chaos. 
But no one messed with Daddy when he meant business. 
A blush crept up your cheeks at the thought. 
The contrast between his usual bubbly self and authoritative father when it was needed was something even you had to admit was impressive.
And extremely attractive. 
You were more the pushover parent, helpless at the hands of your maternal impulses and the softheartedness that you had for the brats. But Johnny… He could play around as the fun parent all day long and then put his foot down as a strict father like it was nothing. 
Only he could have your deviants all line up in place like it wasn't his spoiling them that turned them into the little brats that they were in the first place.
But you did not actually mind their natures because, not that you were the sappy pro-birth kind of a weirdo mom, they were the best thing you had ever done. 
For they were the product of the love and bond that you shared with the best man you had ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Johnny. 
Your Johnny. 
You slightly jumped as Jacqui squealed at something your husband said only to lower her head and mutter out an apology when Johnny glanced at her, the ordeal breaking you out of your reverie. You could swear your kids had better intelligence and coherence than other kids their ages. 
"Thank you, Jacqui" he firmly nodded at the girl who could pass off as his literal doppelganger because of how alike their faces were, only hers had a femininity to it. "Now, back to the discussion; house rules" though none of them whined, the scowls on their faces made you snort. "I am sorry, Mommy" you bit your lip as he only half turned his head to look over his shoulder. "But will you care to share what was so funny about that?" Your cheeks pinked and suddenly you were nothing but his little girl again. 
"N- Nothing, sir" that was the name he was called by the one who misbehaved. 
"I see" the edge to his tone made you mirror Jacqui until he turned away. "So, as I was saying before I was interrupted by two of my best girls…" He shot you both one last firm look before continuing. "Torus, no more flying in the house, buddy. We have been over this a couple times already at this point and…" The boy peeked up at his father through his thick blonde fringe as he munched on his cherry tomato. "Not cool" Johnny shook his head for emphasis. "It's a safety hazard."
You hummed in agreement, nodding authoritatively like you hadn't just been handled in a similar manner. 
"And everything that is dangerous like showing cool little tricks to the neighbors' kids" Axel lowered her head as her father's gaze set on her to make her feel called out. "Or making s'mores yourself" Sonny hid his face behind his plate when the older man leaned towards him. "Or using anything other than paints and colors to draw" Jacqui was pouting exactly like the man speaking to her did when he was annoyed, playing with her eggs quietly. "Will get you in serious trouble" he paused momentarily. "But above all, misbehaving with or disobeying Mommy, who looks after you all day long and loves you all so much, will earn you a talk with me from now on" they visibly shuddered at the thought. 
Johnny clapped his hands in a concluding manner now. "So I advise we all be good from now and respect her" then his stern tone changed to a more heartfelt one. "Because we can seriously hurt her if we're not careful" you softly pouted and squeezed his shoulders a little, feeling a bit conscious of your differences all of a sudden. "Now you guys don't want to hurt your Mama, do you?" The way they vehemently shook their little heads at once made your heart swell and you cooed, forgetting all about your momentary insecurity.
"No, Mommy!" Torus and Sonny reassured you. 
"We love you so much!" Axel, being the most emotionally intelligent one, looked nearly concerned. 
"Never wanna hurt you, Mama" Jacqui's earnest words made your heart melt and you were enveloping her in your arms before you knew it. 
"Oh, sweetie. I know you don't" kissing her forehead, you reached for Sonny as he was making grabby hands for you from beside her. And before you knew it, Axel and Torus came rushing to you from across the table, the bunch wrapping around you as kisses and reassurances were showered on you. 
Though you couldn't see it, Johnny was smiling at the sight before him with pure adoration in his eyes as your giggles rang in the kitchen that had been witness to nearly every sound of your lives.
Disagreements, chatter, laughter, cries, make ups, retches, moans, coos, wails, chuckles and love. 
Pure, concentrated, genuine, tender, ever-strong, unconditional love. 
"SUPERHUMAN SANDWICH!" As Johnny did his loud and deep monster voice before jumping up to collect Bree in his arms to collapse on you all to create a tangle of limbs, you craned your neck backwards to look up at his billion dollar smile. Your husband's laughter mixed with that of your kids as you held them tight, feeling your heart swell but only momentarily since you had to break into a series of alarmed shrieks when he turned the sandwich into a tickle fight.
Yes, your family was a fireball of superhuman menace. 
But the chaos made them who they were. 
Yours. 
And there was not a thing you'd change about it.
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royalsweetteaa · 8 months
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Hi! I really like your HC AU. Could you do one of how Cevans characters would react to reader flinching during an argument?
Oooh I love this idea! 🥹💔 Let’s get to it!
POV: Y/N flinches in midst of an argument.
Warning - The following HC contains: angst/fluff, comfort, reader has hinted trauma.
Steve Rogers
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Steve would cut himself off and stare at you. “Doll, why did you wince like that?…did I raise my voice too loud? I didn’t mean to if I did but I….you know me…I have never and wouldn’t…” Steve begins to ramble a little with his words as he processes what just happened. “Who hurt you, my love? Please, tell me…I’m worried…this had to have come from somewhere, right?” Steve asks as he’s ready to receive an explanation while pulling you in to stroke your back gently. He listens, already plotting in his head to pay ‘someone’ a visit responsible for your trauma response.
Ransom Drysdale
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Ransom raises his eyebrows as he sees you flinch and he furrows, confused. “Kitten,…did you seriously think I was about to hit you just now?” Ransom would ask with his arms crossed. “…Do you think I would steep that low?” A part of him takes offense as he first assumes that’s the whole story, but the pieces pick up slowly that this could have come from a previous encounter. He sighs, realizing he’s handling this poorly. “Darling…I didn’t mean for you to react that way. I hope you’re not scared of me…are you?” He’s relieved when you shake your head, and he decides it’s best if you both take a break from arguing. He comforts you, reassuring there’s nothing to be worried about. He hopes you’ll eventually tell him and explain on your own why you flinched.
Andy Barber
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Andy would shut his mouth the moment he sees you flinch, and he would stay still as he processes the moment. When he receives your look of feeling guilty, his face softens, “Oh honey…it’s okay, let’s stop arguing about this and talk about what happened, okay? Did I scare you?” He asks first, not wanting to put much pressure on you. He wants to know right away if it was him who had caused you to flinch, and he wants you to feel safe so he speaks in his most soothing tone. When he sees you’re not reacting negatively to his closeness, he pulls you in to an embrace, making you feel safe.
Jake Jensen
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Jake would stiffen, wondering what just happened to make you flinch. “Are you okay? You just flinched as if I was going to…” his heart breaks in a million pieces as he puts two and two together. He carefully takes your hands to give you reassurance. “Baby, what happened? Was it me?…You know you can talk to me about anything…I’m all ears, always.” Jake would reassure as he makes you sit down on the couch with him encouraging a chat about it. This incident would bother Jake for a long time, and he would often catch himself in future mid-arguments asking if he’s not coming across as too aggressive to make sure you won’t react like that ever again.
Johnny Storm
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Johnny’s sentence would die out the moment he sees you wince and ask, “What was that?”, distraught and confused. “Did you just…” he doesn’t complete his sentence as he flattens his hands and raises them. “Babe,…I’m never putting my hand on you…my parents, while they died when I was very young raised me good enough to know that’s never okay…I wouldn’t do that even if you called me names or cursed at me like Ben always does!” He makes light out of the situation to distract you and pulls you in to caress you when he sees a small smile form on your lips, already leaving you two to forget about what you were even arguing about.
Ari Levinson
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Ari’s response to you flinching would be to take a step back and give space between the two of you. He’s encountered women with traumatic responses before and knows that to deescalate the trigger, he needs to show he isn’t going to do any harm, like raising his hand. He would then say to you in a soothing voice, “Sweetheart,…I apologize if I came off as heated just now…let’s put this aside and think of something else, alright?” He would then crouch down, look up at you and making himself small to further deescalate your trauma response. You would respond getting closer to him and come into his welcoming and warm embrace, as you know Ari’s safe. It’s all forgotten and Ari doesn’t see any point of bringing up the argument again. Your feeling of safety comes first.
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Thank you @imyourbratzdoll for helping me out a little on this one! ♥️🥰
Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3
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the-iceni-bitch · 4 months
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“You never loved me, did you?” with Johnny storm or whoever you like best <3 HAPPY BIRTHDAY (HUGS)
6. “You never loved me, did you?”
Thank you for the birthday wishes and I’m sorry for the angst I’m about to unload on you.
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You tried not to sniffle as you kept packing up your stuff, doing your best to ignore Johnny sitting on the couch. He was also trying not to look at you, but you didn’t care. Fuck, he probably didn’t care either, otherwise he wouldn’t have sprung this on you out of nowhere.
“Are you sure you don’t want my help?” He sighed when you didn’t answer him. “Baby, it doesn’t have to be like this.”
“I’m sure, and don’t you dare call me ‘baby’.” You spared a glower for him as you put the last of your things in your sad little box. “Does your new girl know you were still with me when you started up with her? Or is she just as stupid as I was?”
“Babe…” Johnny flinched at the glare you gave him. “I told you I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Well you should have thought of that a hell of a lot sooner.” You pushed him away when he tried to reach out to you. “You never loved me, did you? I was just the sad little puppy you knew could keep you occupied until you found what you really wanted.”
“Shit.” He tried to run after you but you slammed the door in his face, and once he got it back open you were halfway down the hall.
Johnny did feel a little bad, but it wasn’t like he could help his feelings. He hadn’t been trying to hurt you, he just met this chick on accident and they clicked right away. He thought maybe she could be the one he had a real future with. He even did the right thing and ended things with you before committing to her, with maybe just a little bit of overlap. So why did he feel like such a massive dick right now? Did he make a mistake? He tried to think about it, but then he got a text from hopefully the future love of his life, and he forgot all about how wounded and vulnerable you had looked as you walked out of his apartment.
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⁂❆❅ 𝒥𝑜𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 ❅❆⁂
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Mistaken for a player
Johnny Storm x Male Reader (highschool Au)
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@geminiflanagan69 requests: "Johnny storm x male reader. They are both in school Johnny is on some kind of sports team and is quite popular but the reader is more of a smart quiet kid (not a genius nerd just smart) with a smaller friend group. Johnny develops feelings for the reader and try’s over and over again to shoot his shot but the reader shuts him down because of his popularity (assuming he gets with everyone because of his good looks and he’s a flirt). The reader eventually gives in, they start dating and they are really happy together (a lot of fluff but up 2 u). Eventually after dating for a while they try sex to find of Johnny is a actually a virgin which surprises the reader and he teases him endlessly for it...You don’t have to include the virgin part if you don’t want just thought it would be funny. You don’t even have to write this if u don’t want I’m just happy to see u taking requests again and I’ll be happy with whatever you come out with"
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Warnings: fluff, Smut🔞, player Johnny, nerd reader, virgin Johnny, degradation, slight spanking
This is a highschool Au but all characters are above 18 in this story no underage people here 😜😂!!
Thanks @squippy360 for the help! 💕💖
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I groaned as my alarm rang loudly from my nightstand. I reached over and smacked it until I hit the snooze button. I rolled out of bed and began to get ready. I brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, got dressed, made my lunch, and I was out the door.
I inhaled that cool Autumn breeze and began to adventure to the school. My house wasn't that far from my school so it was just easier to walk. I pulled out my phone and popped an earbud in, listening to a song from my playlist. 
As I neared the school, I quickly walked across the road and made my way inside. I walked down the halls to get to my locker so I could put my stuff down. I scanned through the numbers before finally finding it and began to twist the lock.
You could hear a big group of people coming down the hall as soon as you opened the door. You look over and see Johnny and his friends with a group of girls behind them. You huff and quickly get your stuff before they get closer. 
I grabbed my art class stuff and quickly slammed my locker, rushing to get back downstairs to my 1st class of the day. "M/n? Wait!" A voice called out. It was Johnny. I let out a quiet growl and tried to move faster. Johnny ran up behind me and hooked his arm around mine. "Hello, M/n~" Johnny sang.
I rolled my eyes and glared at him. "I have a class to get too can you please get off and-" I began but was cut off by an extremely loud gasp and some annoying ass girl clinging to my arms. 
"Who are you~ You're so hot~" She smirked and nuzzled into the sleeve of my sweater. I tried to free my arms just as one of Johnny's friends took my art stuff and began looking through it. "Woah dude! This is really cool!" They said, looking through the book.  They were looking at one of my projects I was going to submit for the competition in a couple of weeks. I jerked my hands away from the two and yanked my stuff back. 
"Don't ever go through or touch my stuff again." I said in a deep threatening voice, which made them back off. I glared at them before storming off to my classroom.
 Little did you know that there were a pair of eyes who lingered just a bit longer as you left. 
(Time skip) 
You were mindlessly sketching in your book as your mind wandered to other things. Your art competition, a pep rally that everyone attended for a football game, the homecoming dance that was a month from now, more homework and trying to keep your grade up. You let out a sigh and let your head fall back on your hand.
"You ok, M/n?" Your friend, Tyler, asked. You simply nodded, not having the motivation to say anything. "Are you sure? You look miserable." He said. "Gee, thanks." You smiled at him. He smiled a bit. "Are you excited for that pep rally next week? I'm finally going to perform in front of people for the Color Guard. I'm so excited." He said excitedly. "You're really great at that. I've seen your performance, it never gets old." I chuckled. 
He blushed a bit at my comment. "Oh! Do you have anyone to go with for homecoming?" He asked. "No. I think I might just skip out on it." I said. 
"Whaaat? Why?" He said, wide-eyed. "I mean…I kinda just wanna stay at home…Why do you ask?" I mumbled. "Well, I heard from a friend of a friend that someone was interested in asking you." 
My friend wiggled his eyebrows at me. I pushed him away with a smirk. "Ah. Well, they should meet up with me when they get the chance and talk to me about it. If it's true, I want to hear it in person so I know they're serious." I said. 
My friend laughed and smacked me on the back.
The block rolled by quickly and I quickly stood up, going to switch out my stuff for my culinary textbook. 
"Hey M/n!" Johnny said, smiling wide as his face appeared in my peripheral vision. I jumped and glared at him. "What the hell do you want?" I grumbled, getting ready to walk away. "I was just wondering if you…uh…have someone to take to the homecoming dance!" He said, looking nervous. For the slightest moment, he sounded small and unsure, nervous even from his usual confidence. I felt something inside me soften at his sudden change in attitude but kept a straight face. 
"No." I said. 
"What!? No one?" He said loudly. 
I rolled my eyes and nodded as I carried myself to class. "Would you…um…m-maybe wanna…uh…go with me…?" He ran up to me and asked, looking up at me with a certain uneasy vulnerable expression. I stopped in my tracks and faced him fully. 
"What did you just say?" I asked, towering over him in a confused way. I think I accidentally scared him because he shrunk back and panicked. "Uh…it's nothing! Forget it! Igottagobye!" He rushed out and left. I stood there dazed and confused until the bell snapped me out of my thoughts and I walked into my class. 
I quickly changed into my white cooking uniform and pulled the apron over my head. I rolled up my sleeves and flexed my arm, making sure it wasn't tight or restricting my blood flow. I was confused and a bit uncomfortable when a group of girls started taking pictures of me. I turned away and entered the kitchen. 
"Alright knuckleheads, we're gonna learn to bake. Go to your stations and wait until I pass out everything to begin. Some of you will bake cookies, some of you will bake bread." Chef said with a clap of his hands. He had flour charmingly dusted on his arms and face. I chuckled before kindly accepting the ingredients.
Once all the ingredients were passed out, I immediately began making the cookies. I mixed and stirred until I had a good batter. I began putting the onto trays, realizing I was ahead of my classmates. 
"Hey guys! Whatcha making!" One of the English teachers, Mr. Elric, came in once he smelled food. 
"Cookies." We responded. 
"Someone's a little messy~" He teased and dragged the teacher to his desk, taking a spare rag and helping clean him. I smiled fondly and quickly put the stack onto the oven and started my timer. I relaxed in a chair and waited while my creations cooked. 
One of the girls from the group earlier walked up to me while her friends giggled in the back.
"Hey…uh…M/n? Right?" She said with a smirk. I nodded silently. "Hi! My name is Karen. Could you maybe…help me with my baking? I mean you look really good at it." She said, playing with her hair. I nodded and went over to help. She handed me a bowl with a lump of dough in it. I spread flour around the workstation and rolled up my arms to knead the dough. I tried to ignore the whispers and giggles of the girls behind me. I finished quickly and she sprayed her pan and shoved it into the oven, letting it bake. It looked like she wanted to talk more but I walked back to my station and checked my cookies. They were almost done so I closed it and let it bake more. 
(Timeskip) 
I finally took the cookies out and began making the icing while they were still cooling. It only took 3 minutes and I finally decorated them and set them aside while I cleaned up. 
"You're done already? Lemme try them!" The chef smiled and quickly took a cookie. I watched as his face morphed into a thinking face to a happy one. "These are really great! I love the frosting!" Chef complimented and took one more, stuffing it into Mr. Elric mouth. "Damn, Kid. This is tasty." He smiled. "Thank you, Sir." I said. 
After that it was finally lunchtime and you were meeting your friends in the library to hang out. You all were curled around a table in comfortable couches while mindlessly talking about random things. You began to dread the meetup when they started bringing up the homecoming. 
"Hey M/n, who are you taking to homecoming?" Your friend teased, pointing his fork at you with a smile. You rolled your eyes with a dramatic sigh. "No one." You responded. "Why not? Homecoming is so fun! 
"You're done already? Lemme try them!" The chef smiled and quickly took a cookie. I watched as his face morphed into a thinking face to a happy one. "These are really great! I love the frosting!" Chef complimented and took one more, stuffing it into Mr. Elric mouth. "Damn, Kid. This is tasty." He smiled. "Thank you, Sir." I said with a smile. 
Later it was finally lunchtime and you were meeting your friends in one of the English rooms to hang out. You were on your way over when you bumped into someone. "Ah. I'm sorry-" you cut yourself off quickly when you realized it was Johnny and his friends. You raised an eyebrow at them and he quickly scrambled up. "Ah! S-Sorry about that!" Johnny blushed hard and rushed away. The rest of them panicked and rushed after him. They looked like they had just done something and are now running away. "Weirdos…" You rolled your eyes and continued onward. 
Your friends were already huddled on the couches surrounding a coffee table. "M/n. I saw that little exchange with your boyfriend~" Your friend, Rowan, teased, pointingtheire fork at you with a sly smirk. "Absolutely not." You huffed and flopped onto the couch. 
"You two would look so cute together~" They cooed at you. You glared at them playfully. "Some friends you are." You sighed and shoved a spoonful of your lunch into your mouth. "He's so annoying. He runs up to me and is always touching me. He does these stupid little pouting faces and he asks me out almost everyday!" I ranted loudly. "His stupid beady little blue eyes, his stupid smile, his stupid perfect hair, his dumb personality…his stupid lips…his stupid everything!" You said, embarrassed and frustrated. 
"YOU SO LIKE HIM!!! I KNEW IT!!!" Your other friend, Sammy, yelled with a huge smile. "NO I DON'T!!" You tried to argue but it was a losing argument. "M/n has a crush," Tyler cooed at you. "I bet they're gonna kiss, and hug, and look into eachothers eyes and make out in the hallway." Tyler gasped. "AND HOOOOOLD HAAAAANDS!" He sang out teasingly, ruffling your hair. You hid your red face in your palms. "I hate you all…" You grumbled. 
"Stoooop…" You begged quietly. "Oh shit! I forgot."  Sammy said and pulled out his laptop. "Hm?" Rowan tilted their head. "What is it?" They asked. "Stupid retake I've got to do. Hold on, gimme for a second." He said and began typing away. The room fell silent to let Sammy concentrate. You turned away from them, thinking deeply about what they said. 'Do I…actually like him?' The thought rattled around in your head for the rest of lunch. 
You dreaded 3 and 4th block. Both classes you shared with Johnny. You tried your best to ignore his friend group that was whispering in the back. "Alright class let's continue our World War 2 unit. Please get out your packets!" Your teacher said.
(1 hour later)
Class was about 22 minutes away from being over. You had finished all your past work and assignments and were now mindlessly scrolling on your phone. You accidentally tuned into the guy's hushed conversation and were now listening to what they were saying. 
"So are you still coming to practice tonight?" One of them said. "No. I already told you. I'm doing something tonight. I already told Todd to have an excuse made up for me so I can do the thing." Johnny's voice flowed out softly. I rolled my eyes and stopped listening. 
3rd and 4th block rolled by fast and I could finally go home. I opened my locker only to be surprised when a white envelope fell into the floor. My eyebrows furrowed as I kneeled down and picked it up. It was addressed to me, with a little heart stamp holding the fold down. I quickly grabbed my stuff and shut my locker. I opened the envelope, curious as to what it could be. 
I really need to talk with you. I need to get something off of my chest. I can't hold it in anymore. Please meet me at the coffee shop on Rodney St. I will wait for you. 
-Stranger
You looked up from the note, looking around to see if anyone was looking. Almost everyone had left already. You tucked the paper in your pocket and thought for a second before popping an earbud in and walking out of school. 
'Who am I meeting? Is this a prank? Am I just wasting my time here?" You were lost in thought as you sat at the table, holding a hot chocolate in your hand and anxiously bouncing your leg under the table. You had the urge to pull out your phone but you just continued to check the door every time it opened. 
Finally, someone had entered that looked like they were in your grade and it was…Johnny?! 
He looked around nervously, a bit out of breath and finally spotted you. Your heart rate picked up as he made his way over, sitting across from you. "Sorry I'm late. I had to convince my coach to let me go early." He chuckled, a bit flustered. 
You just sat there, confused and appalled. "You…were the one who wrote…the note?" You spoke slowly. "Ah…yeah. I did." He said. "Look, I really need to tell you something. Please just hear me out." He pleaded, his eyes showing a vulnerable side of him. I crossed my arms and stayed silent, letting him talk. 
"I…love you. Alot. You're really cool and handsome and…really special to me. I know you don't like me but I need to get it off my chest. I'll admit that I'm a bit annoying at times but I just need to be close to you. Physically and emotionally. Everything. I love you so much. I love your hair, your face, the way you dress, the little leg thing you do." He chuckled. "That's what I needed to get off my chest. Please say something. I need an answer." He pleaded, his eyes glossing over and staring right into yours. 
Your heart felt heavy at his words. Your throat felt dry and closed up. You couldn't speak. You only grabbed his hands and walked out with him. "M-M/n?" He called out. You only pinned him against the wall and kissed him passionately. He gasped and blushed deeply. He clung to you, his hands gripping your jacket. You both pulled away after a moment. You pulled him into a hug as he began to sputter nonsense. "You idiot…I love you too…" you whispered. 
You both walked hand in hand and eventually split off to your respective homes after exchanging numbers and a goodbye kiss…….
3 weeks passed and the first week you two kept your relationship a secret before finally holding hands and holding each other in public. Girls would give you both jealous stares as your friends giggled and took pictures of you two. 
Both you, Johnny, and y'alls friends were seated in the couches when the topic of homecoming came up…again. 
"I have the perfect outfit for it! I'm going with my lover~" Rowan sighed. "Same here. I can't believe it's next week. Time really does move by fast." He said, snuggling in further into the couch. "What about you two, newly weds~" One of Johnny's friends poked fun at you both. "We should totally go together, M/n!" Johnny said. 
"Ah. About that…I have a test that's worth 50% of my grade the day after homecoming. I have to study. I'm sorry." I said with an apologetic face. "Oh. Ok then." He said. "You…what's wrong with you?" You said and poked his cheek. He smirked and shook his head. "Nothing." He whispered. 
"Bummer. I mean we could always go out dancing some other day." Sammy said with a smile. I nodded and looked back down at my papers and study books, pondering. 
(Later) 
We were in 4th block, silently working next to each other, occasionally passing notes with little hearts in them. 
"Wanna come over and study with me?" -JS the note said. I smiled a bit and scribbled something down. 
"Are you actually going to study?" 
He quickly responded. 
"I will if you sit in my lap ;)" 
I blushed and elbowed him in the side as he snickered. 
"I swear I'm going to kill you" I joked. I heard him giggle before responding. I side-eyed him then read it. "Only if you sit in my lap ;)"
I punched him in the shoulder as he laughed into his elbow. "You dick." I huffed. He kissed me on my cheek and secretly moved his hand on my thigh. "I swear I'm gonna kill you." You groaned. 
After school We were walking home together, laughing about funny things that we did and talking about upcoming events. An umbrella was hovering above us, protecting us from the pattering rain. 
"And that's why I am supervised in the hallways." He chuckled. "That was a dumb move. And you almost got arrested. I saw the cops talking to you awhile back." I giggled. 
We stopped at my house, the rain slowly getting harder. I gently took his hand and pulled him along as I opened the door and tugged him inside. 
"What are you doing? I gotta get home." Johnny said. "You said you wanted to study, didn't you~ And I'm not letting you walk out in that." You said, just as thunder rolled across the sky. He huffed and set his wet umbrella in the rack. I pulled him up to my room after we kicked off our shoes. I threw my book bag next to my bed and let out a sigh, falling onto the fluffy sheets. 
Johnny examined my room, carefully taking his jacket off and setting it on a chair. He sat down beside you as you pulled out books and papers. "Ok then…let's get started." 
You began to study with him, starting with subjects you didn't know very well and playing memory games with them. You wrote and practiced the questions while Johnny fooled around in your room. 
Once evening rolled around, you set your book down with a long sigh. "Are you hungry? I can make us something." You said to him. "Yeah. I can help." He said as both of you made your way down the stairs. 
You grabbed a bag of Chicken Nuggets out of the freezer, a box of Macaroni and a can of vegetables from the pantry. You put a pot of boiling water on and turned the oven on as you spread some nuggets on the pan. Johnny opened the can of vegetables and put it in a bowl to heat up a bit. 
"I'll be right back. I'm gonna get my phone." Johnny said and went upstairs. I pulled out my own phone and scrolled for a bit to find a good song to listen to. I saw a text from Johnny appear on my screen. 
JS💦: What's this about? 🤨
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You dirty little boy~
My face paled when I saw them and rushed upstairs. He was smirking at me from the doorway. I blushed a deep shade of red and stuffed them back under my pillow and pushed him out of my room. 
He laughed before pulling me into a hug. "I didn't know you were into that kind of thing~ We could do that tonight~" He purred in my ear, kissing it. My body shook with pleasure and a tent grew in my pants. s I hid my face in his chest. "C-Can we just please eat first…" I whispered embarrassingly as the stove beeped, signaling that the food was ready. He kissed me against the wall before we went downstairs. I made our plates as Johnny stood behind me, his arms around my waist, his crotch rubbing against my ass. 
We went to the table and ate silently, slightly awkward but calming as the rain and thunder sounds filled the house. 
"Please don't tell anybody that I have those. I would never hear the end of it." I said looking away. "Don't worry. It's going to be our little secret~" He smirked. 
We soon finished and made our way upstairs after cleaning up. I was immediately pinned to my bedroom wall, the door slamming closed. I moaned as my shirt was lifted up and thrown on the floor. 
I pulled him to my bed after wiggling my clothes off. Johnny hesitated for a bit, which made me stop in my tracks. "Is something wrong?" I said. 
He blushed and looked down. "I-I have never done this before…sex that is. I've never done it with someone…" He admitted. The room went silent before I laughed loudly. 
"D-Don't laugh at me!" Johnny stuttered. "I grabbed his face and kissed him. "I'm sorry, Baby~ I'll help you~" I said and we threw the rest of our clothes off. I wiggled down to his hips and licked the tip of his cock, earning a small shaky breath from him. I wrapped my south around the tip and slowly made my way to the bottom. His legs twitched and shaped from the heat on his cock. His lubed fingers made their way to my ass, swirling around my hole teasingly. I shivered and looked up at him, my eyes full of lust and vulnerability. I moaned on his cock when he plunged the fingers inside me. My legs shook with pleasure and I finally moved my head up and down. His fingers curled against my prostate swiftly. I cried out and pulled off on his cock. "J-Johnny~ Oh~ Ah!" I sobbed. He flipped me on my knees and tummy after shoving all the books off of the bed. "Pretty boy~" Johnny smirked.
I looked over my shoulder with a blush as he rolled a condom on and gripped my hips. 
I grabbed his arms that were now positioned on either side of my head as his cock pushed inside me. We both groaned loudly. "Johnny~ Oh~ Johnny!" I cried out, shoving my face into the pillows. His hips pulled back before snapping forward, a groan emitting from his lips a hand came to caress my hips. 
I arched into him affectionately. "Please move~ It's so good~" I begged. He rutted into me, making sure he wasn't hurting me. He leaned down and kissed my jaw before whispering in my ear. "I'd fuck you all night long."
My body shook as I let out an embarrassingly high moan. His hand gently wrapped around my neck as he sped up. 
I couldn't hold it in anymore. 
My eyes rolled in the back of my head and all those dirty thoughts came floating to the top, filling my head. "Johnny!" I cried. 
"I've got you in my arms now, Love~ I Love you~" He whispered. I sobbed loudly as my body shook again, this time shooting a white substance 9ut of my cock. "J-John…HAH JOHNNY~" I begged as he flipped me over, pounding me from the front. He hit my prostate dead-on. My body sagged and I shook and quivered on the bed. 
His cock slammed into my tight hole again and again as I let out loud moans.
I could see Johnny now, his face was red and slightly sweaty. His hair was messy and his muscles flexed every time he thrusted. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, bruising and biting each other's lips. I sobbed again as my spent cock was grabbed by Johnny, jerking it hard as his orgasm approached. 
"Nonononono! I-I can't- no more! I-I can't cum! I can't! Johnny~" I cried, pleasure tears soaking the pillow below me. His free hand gently choked me. My eyes rolled back and a clear stream sprayed on my tummy. My body concluded as I felt Johnny bite on my neck as he came in the condom. My head felt fuzzy and everything was so blurry. 
A few moments passed while we caught our breath. "Holy fuck. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. I didn't know you could squirt~" He purred. I whimpered pathetically as he pulled out, the condom sagging from the liquid. He tied it and quickly tossed it. I looked down with a grimace as my liquid became cold. 
"Can we shower? It feels gross…" I grumbled. He picked me up and we made our way to the bathroom. We quickly washed and hopped into bed with only boxers and shirts on, too tired to put pants on and quickly fell asleep. 
You ended up passing your test.
You were happy that you aced your test, but not so happy when you were squirming the whole time because your back hurt. Your friends obviously noticed it and you two didn't hear the end of it. 
And you probably never would.....
------------------------------------------------------------ AHHH! Finally a story for Johnny Storm. He's my favorite character that Chris has ever played, I love him so much please request more Johnny.
I hope you guys enjoyed this, I enjoyed writing it...
@scotmouse sorry for the long wait....
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brandycranby · 3 months
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ce characters + their skill at wrapping presents (based on technique, style, and enthusiasm) 🎁✨
crocheting a last minute gift rn hehe
steve: 9.5/10. the military precision comes in clutch when it's time to measure out wrapping paper. if he's not doing the wrapping himself, he's at your elbow with tape strips and scissors when you need them. gift bags? hell no, back in his day, presents were wrapped (ok old man 🙄💕) heh expect steve to come home with half a dozen new tubes of gift wrap because he just can't resist the cuteness (target snoopy paper, beloved 🥺💕)
andy: 7/10. if he did it himself that is 😌 this is a man of experience and few close relatives. the holidays are a quiet uneventful time for him (besides the odd party) and he spends it with you, showering you in gifts and treats for the new year. most of those treats come with complimentary gift wrapping that he'll most definitely take advantage of hehe if not, he's a sparkly gift bag kinda guy
ari: 8/10. he doesn't have much skill at getting those sharp corners on a wrapped box but can he curl a ribbon or what? great color sense, he doesn't look like it but he can tell a french silver from classic silver 😌💕 whatta man whatta man. eight presents though, that's a lot of gift ideas to come up with. defaults to cash and gift cards for some nights, slaps a ribbon on top and adds mesh bag of chocolate coins and calls it a night
johnny: 6/10. look, he's a guy. still, he's a guy with a big sister. sue comes over and they make a night in of it. wrapping paper is everywhere, someone gets hit with a tube, nothing's lit on fire but reed's gift is singed and labeled "to: asshole". it's probably just fruit of the loom boxers. your gift though? he keeps adding stocking stuffers until sue makes him use a wicker basket to hold everything bc "it's chic, johnny, and a paper bag can't hold all of that."
ransom: 5/10 +3 effort points. ONCE HE TRIES?? HE TRIES!!! i mean not for his parents' gifts, he probably amazon shipped those to their house. but he'll pull out the ribbons, the glitter, the tinsel, the special wrapping paper just for you 🥹💕 ransom doesn't really Get It, not until you have a day of present prep with him. cups of hot drinks and a movie on in the back, that sort of warm nostalgia that's so familiar yet distant from what he's known 🥺surprisingly good eye for it
jake: 4/10. oh lord he tries. he tries so damn hard. the living room is a wreck, there's tape everywhere and mismatched wrapping paper. he measures a length of paper too small and worries about cutting another one because you like that paper!! you'd probably cry if he wasted it!! so he takes a discard piece and kinda... band-aids it together... oh baby 😔 also how do you wrap plushies??? (put it in a box, jake, please put it in a box)
curtis: 7/10. solid score because he goes for maximum efficiency and doesn't take a break until every single present is completely hidden in gift wrap, tissue paper, ribbons, bows, and a gift tag. would be a 10 if he was a little more fancy and a little less practical about his present style. but he has the assembly line efficiency and it helps you get everything done in one day so kudos 😊 points off for getting suspicious when you take a long pee break tho
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since i've started writing this hc list, i've redone my amigurumi THREE TIMES. why do i do this to myself. i also wrapped last minute gifts like a jake today heh
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Promot 18 and 9 for johnny storm please
.⋆。On Fire。⋆.
Johnny Storm x plus size reader
Johnny is ok at being a hero, he’s good at extreme sports and he’s a god at sex, but feelings- he can’t do those
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, FWB to lovers, angst, shower sex, Johnny’s a bit of an asshole, I accidentally wrote Johnny as an American Jamie Tartt and I can’t find myself getting mad at it, fluff
WC: 1.2k
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“Holy fuck this pussy is goddamn magical.” Johnny groaned into your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your delicate skin. Cold water rolled down your body, the hot water having long been used up. His thick cock buried to the hilt inside you, his hands firmly planted on your wide hips as he drove into you.
“Johnny I love you.” You moaned. Your back arched as yet another orgasm began to build in your stomach. You reached back for him but only succeeded in skimming his abs with the tips of your fingers. He retaliated by punching into your cunt even harder, forcing your naked chest into the chilled shower tiles and away from him.
“Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned through gritted teeth. Heat began to grow behind you and Johnny’s cock somehow got even hotter inside of you. His right hand released your hip and captured your clit between his fingers, strumming you desperately to your end. “Fuck!”
Heat exploded deep within you and drove you over the edge. “God baby.” You moaned and slumped forward, letting your body relax underneath the cool spray of water.
“Damn baby, that was a good one.” Johnny slapped your plump ass in a friendly manor and pulled out of you. 
You winced at the feel of his release escaping you as you stood up straight, letting the water wash your previous activities away. “Yeah it was.” You dismissed. Johnny raised a brow at you as you walked past him, grabbing one of his very expensive white towels on the way out. 
“Where are you off to? Got some hot date?” He teased, trailing behind you. You didn’t even glance at him while you grabbed your clothes.
“No but you do. Diamond has been dying to finally get under you.” You sneered her name as you pulled on your panties. He scoffed.
“So what, it’s not like I’m actually dating you.” You froze, your stomach dropping.
“Yeah, I know.” You slipped on your sweater and grabbed the rest of your things. “Goodbye Johnny.” And this time, your goodbye actually sounded real.
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Johnny stared at his phone like it had offended him. “What’s up your ass today?” Ben planted himself in his reinforced chair across from the younger man, coffee cup in hand. Johnny just glared at him.
“Y/N’s been ignoring him for a week now.” Sue sat next to her little brother, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. 
“What did you do?” A murderous gaze levelled at him.
“I didn’t do anything!” Johnny retorted with a whine. A notification lit up his phone and he immediately abandoned the conversation in favour of grabbing his phone. He let out a sigh of disappointment, it was just a message from yet another one night stand.
Even without eyebrows, Ben’s brow raised. Johnny crumpled. “I didn’t do anything.” He muttered almost shamefully. “She just left my place the other day and hasn’t called me back even though I’ve texted her like 20 times! That’s 19 more times than I usually do!”
Richard suddenly appeared behind his wife. “And we ask again, what did you ‘not’ do?” 
Johnny sighed heavily and slumped over the table. He propped his chin up on the counter, staring off into nothing. “I thought she didn’t mean it, I mean I was in the middle of blowing her back out!” The others winced but he continued. “She said she loved me.”
“And did you say it back?” Sue asked. The silence was all the answers they needed.
“And you’re still seeing other people?” Again there was silence but he nodded.
“And is she?” He shook his head.
“You’re a fucking idiot and you most definitely do not deserve a good woman like that.” Ben slammed his palm on the table, shaking the ground with the force. “Absolute piece of shit, can’t believe how stupid he is.” Ben muttered as he walked away.
Sue and Richard watched him go before turning back to the youngest member of the group. “Johnny, you know what she’s ignoring you. You broke her heart and I think it’s now breaking yours.” She squeezed her brother’s shoulder. “And I agree with Ben, you kind of deserve it.”
“But, maybe you can fix this.” Richard spoke up. “It’s never too late if you really do love her.”
Johnny glanced at his brother-in-law sceptically. “But I don’t love her. I mean I guess I like having her around. She’s incredible in bed and she makes these pancakes that are out of this world. And when she sleeps next to me, I sleep better than I ever have. And when she smiles at me, I get this weird feeling in my stomach. And sometimes when I’m out shopping I look at rings. But that means nothing!” He paused and looked at Sue. “Right?”
She just looked at him, her eyes softening. “Right?”
Sue laid a kiss to the side of his head. “I think you know the answer to that already.”
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The bottle of red was halfway gone when the knock on your door came. You groaned and forced yourself up from your extremely comfortable couch, stumbling only once as you made your way to the door.
“What are you doing here?” The one and only Johnny Storm stood on your doorstep looking like a lost puppy.
He looked at you with those huge blue eyes that had made you fall into his bed more times than you could count. “I was an asshole.”
“Yes you were.”
“And I shouldn’t have ignored your feelings like that.”
“Correct.”
“And I shouldn’t have let you walk out that door because you are by far the best thing that has ever happened to me. So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry and that I- shit c’mon. I looo- I can’t say it but you know what I mean.” You raised an eyebrow at him causing Johnny to sigh.
“Ok well I can’t say that but I do feel it. You’re absolutely amazing and a complete bombshell. And when I’m around you, I can be myself, not Johnny Storm, not the Human Torch, just me. You have been by my side through so much, even before we started sleeping together, which was a great decision by the way cause we are fucking awesome at sex.” You couldn’t help but smile and agree with the sentiment. “You’re my person, you are my home, you always have been. So yeah, there’s that.”
He shrugged almost sadly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “This doesn’t fix everything, you know that right?” His shoulder’s fell along with his expression.
“But what you said does mean a lot to me, so you can come in if you want to but you stay at least five feet away from me at all times. You have a lot of grovelling to do before you’re allowed back in.” You emphasised. Johnny perked up and bounced up the steps, giving you a peck on the cheek as he passed. You allowed the affection and slipped in behind him, a little smile on your face.
Johnny was buried between your thighs barely 15 minutes later.
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Hangover 1
Warnings: dubcon, noncon, other possible triggers. Proceed with caution.
Note: can't stop, won't stop. Please leave any and all feedback! 💚💚💚💚💚💚
Part of The Club AU
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“Boris, I need that big breakfast,” you call through the window.
“Yeah, yeah,” the cook gristles back as he clinks a plate onto the metal, “you don't wait.”
“It's been twenty minutes,” you rebuff as you take the hot dish and veer around Monica at the counter.
You come around and carry it over to the only customer at a table. The officer came in looking underslept and worse for wear. A bruise is faded to yellow under his eyes and his stubble is just shorter than an actual beard.
“Here you are, honey,” you put on your customer service voice, “more coffee?”
“Yeah,” he puts his phone face down and unwraps the cutlery.
You go to the machine and grab a pot. You return and fill his cup as he jabs at the scrambled eggs.
“There ya go, honey, anything else I can do for you?”
“Yeah, stop calling me honey,” he snarls.
“Oh, sorry… sir.”
You back away and retreat back to the counter, offering more top ups as you burn with embarrassment. You suppose you can come on strong when you're looking for tips. Besides, you can't blame him for being grumpy. He seems to have a good reason for it.
You put on a fresh pot as you replace the urn on the burner. You dip behind the counter as Monica brings Vi her tea and egg whites. The old lady is one of the mainstays of the place.
“So,” Monica turns her back to the customers and lowers her voice, “how's Will?”
“I think he's liking college… must be having fun since I never hear from him,” you shrug, “only asks when he can come get his laundry done.”
“Typical, I'm not looking forward to Brandon being that age.”
“Yes, enjoy them while they're young and sweet,” you cluck.
“Waitress!” The cop booms from his table.
“Chipper guy,” Monica mutters under her breath as you turn on your heel.
You go back to the table. You notice the wrinkles in his uniform, the buttons aren't lined up properly either. He has his hand on his forehead. He leans over his plate as his shoulders tense and you see his boy racking.
Oh god, no! You've seen this before. Will would get like this when he brought home the flu.
“Oh no, just…”
You put your hand on his back and urge him over the plate as he pukes. You smell the alcohol then. You rub between his shoulder blades as he retches, not bringing up much more than the few bites he took.
“I'll get ya something,” you pull the towel from your apron and offer him that.
You try not to wrinkle your nose as you pick up his plate and carry it behind the counter. You dump it in the bin as Monica lets out a blech. You agree but you don't want to bring too much attention to the situation.
You go into the kitchen and wash your hands. You find a bucket and bring it out to the cop. He's bent over the table, head on his arms.
“Hon– sir,” you put the bucket on the table, “you want some water?”
He doesn't react. You go and get water for him, setting it by his elbow. He breathes heavily but doesn't move.
“You gonna be sick again?”
“No,” he grumbles, “I'm fine.”
You open your mouth but think better of it. You almost wonder if he's actually a cop. Maybe you should call the real ones.
You leave him and go to hide behind the counter. You have enough to worry about between tuition and your mortgage.
“Guy's a mess,” Monica whispers.
“Just a bit,” you agree.
“It's not even noon…”
“Shhhh, he's having a rough one,” you say, “he'll go eventually.”
“As long as he pays his bill,” she tuts.
“Yeah, let's hope,” you frown and peek over your shoulder. So much for a decent tip.
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The cop leaves about an hour after he got there. You forget quickly with the lunch rush. You spend your last few hours running yourself ragged.
You exchange your apron for your coat and leave through the side door. As you come into the alley, you notice the cruiser parked beside the dumpsters. You sidle by, stopping as you see the figure strewn over the back seat.
It's the same cop that was in the diner. You're content to keep going but your shoe hits a shape that jingles. You look down, a set of keys that can be for nothing other than the car in front of you. Those doors only open from the outside… wow. You won't call the guy a disaster, you can't exactly say you're any better.
You bend and pick up the keys. You unlock the door and open it, the edge hitting the dumpster. You don't know what to do so you just grab the cops ankle and shake his leg.
“Sir,” you raise your voice.
He throws his arm off his head and props himself up on his elbow, “what?”
“Um, you dropped these,” you place the keys by his shoe. “Sorry.”
He grunts but doesn't respond. You back up, leaving the door open. He slowly slides to the edge of the seat and hands his legs out of the car, bracing the door as he wipes the sleep from his eyes.
“Was sleepin’ good,” he growls.
“I… I was just checking on you… are you okay?”
“Does it matter?” He pulls himself up, snatching up the keys and slamming the back door. “Doing just fucking fine.”
“Alright, I wasn't…” you show your palms defensively, “have a good day officer.”
“Thanks, waitress,” he scoffs.
You bite down on his tone. It's not the first time you've been spoken to like that. In your line of work, it's all too common, and as you get more years under you, it's just how it is.
You turn and head towards the street. The engine rolls over behind you and as you near the end, you hear the tires crunching on pebbles. You barely manage to move out of the way as the officer steers into the street. You just stand back and watch him veer off. As bad as your day might be, his seems worse.
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fandomnerd9602 · 16 days
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Y/N walks into the lab…
Y/N: Reed can you make me some fireproof clothing?
Reed: why? Can’t stand getting close to Jane?
Y/N: no the opposite
Reed: huh?
Y/N: she keeps burning my clothing on purpose
Jane walks thru and gives Y/N a sly wink…
Jane: see you tonight hot stuff
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summary. | The frat boy you have a crush on shoots his shot in the worst way ever.
prompts. | Johnny Storm + College/University + “I thought you hated me.” + Stalking, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!Johnny Storm x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, stalking, leaving notes and flowers, spying, mentions of female masturbation, johnny is a pervert (he gets a boner), delusion, mild roughness, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics.
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You sigh as you make your way back to your apartment, hours of studying and sitting in one place sinking into your bones. The cold winter only adds to your aches. Your boots crunch the snow beneath you as other students walk in different directions, each with their own goals. You swear you feel a set of eyes on you, but you shrug it off.
You know that most of the boys live in the frathouses, the ones you’ve only visited every now and then with some people who don’t consider friends or strangers. You always left early once the smell of beer, sweat, and Axe body spray became overwhelming.
But one man always seems to be wherever you are—Johnny Storm. Everyone knows him as the party and playboy, but you don’t really care. You just want to steer clear of trouble—while also getting a good look at the brunet—and get these few years of your life out of the way.
You enter the building, then your flat and undress, cracking stiff joints and stretching your unused muscles. You can only hope you’ll fall asleep quickly tonight, but you’re always restless. 
Throwing yourself on your bed, you pull your phone out and mindlessly scroll on Instagram. Posts of perfection and partying fill your feed, and it seems as though Johnny is in each of them. When you spot him, your heart flutters. 
It’s hard not to crush on him—nearly every girl on campus feels some way about him. You would never act on those feelings, though.
You turn your phone off and close your eyes, resting on your back with your limbs bent and stretched in different ways. But you don’t find sleep, not when a voice speaks up.
“I thought you hated me,” Johnny says, and you’re startled. With a shout, you jump up. “That you never wanted a thing to do with me. That you thought you were too good for a guy like me,” he continues, and you see that he’s in nothing but a towel that covers his lower half.
You can tell that he’s hard with the way his cock bulges under the fluffy white fabric. The rest of his well-built body is wet with water, and you realize he must’ve used your bathroom to take a shower. You’re confused—how did he get in? How long has he been here? “But I guess we feel the same way about each other. That’s why you broke it off with Steve, right?” Johnny chuckles, and as he reveals new, private information, you grow scared. You say nothing to him. “I broke it off with all my other girlfriends. I only got eyes for you, baby,” he smirks, moving to join you on the bed.
You scoot upwards and hug your knees, angling your feet so you won’t struggle as much if you need to run.
“C’mon, don’t be like that. I’ve seen you use that bullet vibe, moaning and begging… You’re filthier than I thought,” Johnny tells you, and your eyes flash to the bedside drawer on instinct. What the fuck? “But we can take it slow. Did you get my flowers? And my notes?” he questions.
At the mention, you recall the bouquets and envelopes that have shown up at your door almost daily. You assumed it was a case of mixed-up doors or addresses, so you only ever threw them out, not bothering with them too much.
When you don’t answer, Johnny sighs. “I knew it. Don’t worry, I can re-order them. I took photos of all the cards. It could be a date. I’ll read all my letters, and we can cuddle—whaddya think?”
“I think you’re crazy and need to leave, Johnny. I won’t report you, I swear. This must be some prank, right?” you scoff, but your hands tremble in fear. Johnny pouts. “How about tonight? I’m here, aren’t I?” he asks, ignoring your words.
Suddenly, he grabs your hands and squeezes them tightly, almost as if in warning. He lifts them up and presses kisses on each knuckle, smiling. You don’t know what else to do—what he’s capable of. He has the money and connections—and now, you. 
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Heat Tank
Johnny Storm x ghost!reader from the Phantom Pleasure series
One of my Valentine's Fics for 2024. Prompt: A kiss in relief. WC 782
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Summary: Though you've grown closer, Johnny has spent months unable to touch you. As a spirit, you are attracted to heat, so there's a chance his energy can actually offer you a form--if only temporarily--for him to see and feel. This is Johnny's first chance to test the Heat Tank.
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The science of the structure makes no sense to Johnny, but he knows he has permission to go supernova while inside. The venting and dispersion will work for a prolonged period, and as an unexpected bonus, Richards was able to channel the energy to heat the entire block.
Johnny doesn’t care about that.
Why he needs the Tank is vague, but the Four know Johnny rarely asks for technology unless absolutely necessary. If it can help prevent any direct damage to the brownstone or the neighborhood, Reed and Sue are on board.
The apparatus is simply a more powerful version of the original assessment chamber in the Baxter Building, less the flaw where his maximum temp can melt the walls.
Johnny does the song and dance, listens to the explanation of controls—door stays locked until a specific sensor reads below 110* F—and then dismisses Reed and his sister to go out to dinner or whatever it is they do. He doesn’t pay attention after the necessities. 
He contemplates inviting you in verbally, but instead lights his hand. That’s your ghost-equivalent of an attractive offer: concentrated heat. If this works at all…
As soon as the thick door shuts, its pitch black save for his hand, and Johnny stokes the fire. He gets more and more nervous, letting the smooth, gradual increase boil atmosphere like a frog in the pot, until the first shapes of you lick through the distortion.
You’re here.
You’re really here—right there within reach—and he pushes for more, more heat, more pressure, more you.
There’s not one whole part of you that becomes clear first; it’s wisps of a hip, a curve of a jaw, leg. He simply watches intently, unable to hear over the roar of flame around him—around you both.
But he can hear your voice in his head so clearly, joking, poking fun at his needless intensity, his perpetual impatience.
Johnny…
I’m always here.
I’m not going anywhere.
You aren’t though. He wants more. For once in his constantly un-alone life, he wants just one thing: to see you, to be with you physically.
Then you’re there.
Suddenly, the nuance of oranges curve over every inch of you, and Johnny’s body feels hotter than it’s ever been, in pain or pleasure, in fear or safety. He’s on fire inside and out.
He hardly imagines what your skin will be like in his palm because the burnt clay undertone of it seems hard. If Johnny’s learned anything about you, “hard” would describe none of it. You’re malleable like amber and fragile as rust.
The shared presence of blood-red is the most you and Johnny have ever had in common to date, and yet he feels a connection in the destruction, the dispersion of his life-force. If only he could truly give himself to you…
His bare foot steps forward in a cloud of plasma and smoke, sliding through the blaze.
He is the only source of oxygen now. There is nothing but Johnny to galvanize life within the Tank, and he has a goal.
Touch her.
That’s all he has to do: suffer and incite thousands of degrees for a corporeal taste.
Just one. Just one touch. Just touch her.
But Johnny Storm has never settled for the bare minimum. He steals the whole show. He shoots all the way to the stars. He can’t be held back, and there’s no one who cares to hold him back.
Before he can close the distance between you, your arm raises, a palpable hand resting on his chest which he greedily covers with his own and continues. Onward to you. Nearer. Hotter. Sooner. Until he arrives, lips kissing the beautiful, pouting plume of your lips.
To his utter delight, you feel…cool like fog rolling over his molten skin, and his lungs fill with the contradiction, veins opened wide to the shock of dopamine injected by new.
Johnny’s power makes him impose on others—on the world—because he controls the climate around him. Climate never fights back.
You do. You can affect him, and he’s instantly addicted.
He’ll fuse straight to your soul if you let him. He’s that far gone in seconds. The chain reaction simply floods through him, and he pumps more and more heat out keep you tangible.
He’ll die without friction. He can’t imagine living without.
He presses, smelting you essence into his memory and hoping.
Stay, he thinks. Stay even when I burn out.
The hand on his heart squeezes, a cool rock to rest his sweating skin upon.
You’re a balance. You can keep him grounded even after all the hot air of this life floats away.
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A/N: well, I'm really praying that read as interesting rather than confusing because I've had to come up with odd ways to describe how Johnny and a ghost can interact. Had this idea for Reader to be attracted to heat (i.e. her consciousness gathers around that energy which is the only time she can kinda really *think*) for a while, and it struck me that it would be novel to have a cold kiss be more tantalizing for the Human Torch. Anyway, I overthink everything, so yep, all is fine here!
Jake Jensen and a kiss to distract ⬅️➡️ Ransom Drysdale and a kiss as a yes
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My thots got me thinking rn of some public sex with Johnny Storm, either in a public toilet stall or a changing room at a clothing store. 😩
He’s so bold and horny, he would convince to pull something like that because he can’t help himself.
AHHHH, I LOVED WRITING THIS! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING IT! I really hope you enjoy it! 🥰
summary - johnny is extremely horny from watching his girl try on dresses all day, and his actions are probably why they are banned from the store.
warning - just filthy smut, name-calling, daddy kink, some fluff? maybe? smut again.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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“Baby, are you nearly done?” I hear Johnny groan, and I don’t blame him. I mean, he’s been waiting so patiently while I try on clothes. I’m checking myself in the mirror as I’ve tried on a short light blue, innocent-looking dress with a tiny bow at the front.
I decide to step out of the stall, “nearly, how does this look? Is it good enough for the date you picked out?” He glances up from his phone, his eyes bulging out of his head. His mouth hangs open as his eyes move up and down my body. 
Standing abruptly, he pushes me back in. “Hey! Hey! What the hell?!” Putting his hand over my mouth, trying to shut me up. “You just had to walk out in this dress, huh? You wanted me to fuck you in public, you little slut.” He pushes me against the mirror, lifting the dress and ripping my knickers from my body.
His fingers find my clit fast, rubbing small circles, and he chuckles. “You’re so fucking wet, and I haven’t even done anything, you fucking slut.” His nose buries into my hair as his fingers move to my tiny hole. Inserting them inside, he starts to fingerfuck me. 
One hand still covers my mouth as he watches my eyes roll to the back of my head, his cock straining hard against his jeans, “that’s it, such a good girl. You’re taking my fingers so well,” Johnny groans into my ear. He suddenly stops as he feels my walls tighten around his fingers.
Pulling them out, he places them in his mouth and sucks off my juices, moaning while I whine. “Give me a second, you dumb slut. Do you really deserve my cock?” I nod desperately, my eyes pleading. Johnny takes his cock out, staring into my eyes through the mirror. 
He brings it to my slit, rubbing it against me. He smirks, “hmm, maybe you don’t. I mean… you have been teasing me all day, baby. With these cute little dresses, making me want to fuck you right then and there.” He grins before stepping back, stroking his hand up and down his massive cock, using the pre-cum that leaks out of his tip as lube.
Fat tears roll down my face as Johnny teases me, forcing me to watch as he touches himself. My pussy is on display for him, and his eyes are fixated as he watches me grow wetter and more desperate. “You okay, little baby? You want daddy’s cock? Are you just a little slut?” Whimpers leave my mouth as the words spill from his. “Speak, dumb slut. I can’t give you what you want if you don’t talk.” 
“Please, daddy, please, I’ll be so good! Pleaseplease just fuck me!” I start to sob, my core throbbing as all I want is him inside me. Johnny lets out a dark chuckle. Lining his cock with my entrance. Leaning down, he grunts into my ear. “Okay, baby, just know you asked for it.” He slams his cock deep inside of me. He grabs hold of my hips and starts to pound inside of me.
“Place your hands on the glass, pretty baby. Daddy’s about to ruin you.” Shakily putting my hands against the glass as I’m pushed more into it. His hands still gripped tightly on my hips, likely causing bruises. He slowly pulls out, causing me to feel every vein of his thick cock, every pulse, and the warmth of his base. 
Until all I can feel is the tip of his cock, before he thrusts in. My eyes roll back into my head, and my jaw drops open. He doesn’t bother stopping the moan that falls from my lips, too busy watching his cock pierce my cunt over and over again, Johnny’s mind dazed as he watches me pull him back in. Shivers ran through his cock and up his spine from the feeling of my tight, warm walls squeezing his cock. 
Johnny starts thrusting hard and fast. His hand reaches under and starts to rub my clit. Pinching it, he leans over, looking directly into my eyes. “This what you wanted, you dumb whore? You just needed me to put my cock in your cute little pussy.” He thrusts deeply, hitting the spot that causes my toes to curl, eyes to cross and tongue to hang out of my mouth as my brain goes completely numb.
He chuckles, gripping my chin with the hand that’s not rubbing my clit. “Aww, look at the dumb baby, all fucked out, huh? You think you deserve to cum, a naughty slut like you.” Gripping my chin roughly. He continues to rail into me, not stopping even when I whine and beg. “Answer me, dumb bitch.” I nod rapidly. “Yes, daddy, Imma good girl. Oh- Daddy… please, I’m- so close-” 
Walls tighten around his cock, and he watches as my eyes completely disappear into the back of my head, his eyes shut at the feeling. “Cum, baby, you’re such a good girl. C’mon, you’re so good for me.” My cunt pulses around him, trying to push him out as my orgasm hits. A scream leaves me. All people can hear throughout the store is me chanting ‘daddy, I’m cumming.” 
He holds me close, eyes closing as he pushes through the resistance and shoots his cum, deep inside my womb. Sighs of relief, leaving us both. Johnny slowly pulls out, making sure not to hurt me, I spin around, and he places a soft kiss on my lips. We both hear a pounding on the door and a throat clearing.
Johnny grins cheekily. Swinging open the store door, “gentlemen, ladies. We’ll take the dress.”
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citronbun · 8 months
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Quick rescue kiss ! ( ˘³˘)♡
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royalsweetteaa · 1 year
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I absolutely love your character HCs and would like your opinion on another: CE Characters reacting to random physical affection. For example, they're reading something and you caress their cheek, run your fingers through their hair, start scratching their back, or even a quick kiss on the cheek?
I’ve been sparing this for when I’m in a certain mood and I’m so ready to write out this HC now. 😌♥️
Steve Rogers
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Steve is sitting at the edge of your shared bed, getting ready to take a nap as he’s tired after days of hard work at S.H.I.E.L.D. You decide while he’s sitting there that you should get behind him and give him a back rub. He’s surprised as he looks behind, and that’s when you continue to do a back massage.
“Oh that feels really good, doll. Thank you…is there anything you would like me to do?”
He always wants to service you back, but this time you deny him other than have him stay where he is so you can show care to him. He appreciates it a lot and from then it becomes a frequent occurrence.
Ransom Drysdale
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Ransom is sitting on the couch, reading through a magazine about the nominated mystery novels, among those being Harlan’s newest book. He’s so into the reading of reviews that he doesn’t notice you getting behind him, and his head goes blank when your fingers run through the root of his hair. It’s unexpected but it feels heavenly to him, - but of course Ransom being Ransom ruins it as he gets defensive.
“What are you doing that for?” He asks, and you respond how you simply want to take care of him. He laughs as if he finds the idea is amusing to him, and dodges his head away from your touch, “I’m fine, I don’t need you to do that.”
Ransom later groans in frustration when you’re not there, realizing how much of a mistake it was to deny you because he knows he won’t have you touching him like that now unless he asks for it. He hates asking for things like that, but he has to learn from his consequences after all.
Andy Barber
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Andy is standing by the kitchen island, sipping on his hot coffee while reading the news on the news paper. It’s a morning routine, and that’s why he doesn’t expect anything other than a kiss as a usual morning greeting from you when you come downstairs. However, as he puts the paper aside and meets your lips, you hold his cheeks with the palm of your hands for a deep kiss.
His eyes widens a bit, not expecting something so intimate from you first thing in the morning, and he speaks when you break away, “Woah, honey. Does it happen that I have done something in particular to receive that kind of greeting? Because if I have I’ll have to do it more often.”
You chuckle, shaking your head as you respond something in the lines of you doing it because you love him.
Johnny Storm
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Slight NSFW
Johnny is in the living room couch eating his ham sandwich while watching WWE, unaware you’re right behind him. With the both of you being playful comes with shenanigans, and now you are given the opportunity to do something to take him by surprise. You give his hunched shoulder a kiss, and as he leans back to see your face with a dopey smile you grab a handful of his pecs for a squeeze, making him burst out laughing from the ticking sensation.
He puts the plate of food on the table before jumping over the couch, attacking you with physical affection and being grabby with your breasts as you laugh and push him away playfully. “Baby, you started it, it’s only fair I get to do it back.” He says, not letting you get away. You eventually give in to his embrace.
He loves surprises, especially of those being from you where you touch him in the most interesting places.
Jake Jensen
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Jake spends time playing video games mid afternoon on his time off, hoping to reach high levels before he inevitably has to go weeks without playing as he goes on missions again. You check on him, chuckling to yourself as you overhear his series of roasts to the team through the headphone microphone as he gets ahead of them. You decide you don’t want to disturb him, and walk over to place a quick kiss on his cheek which makes him stiffen from the sudden affection but he welcomes it.
“Aw thanks, babe…lemme give you one too.” He requests softly, and you get closer giving access to your cheek, receiving a gentle kiss from him.
He decides he hasn’t had enough and leads out to spend time with his girl, not caring that he’s loosing scores as the game carries on.
Bryce Langley
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Bryce has been watching tribe documentaries for hours at his place, to the point of having to lay down on the couch with his eyes getting tired. While he naps his eyes, you come by, placing yourself on the empty space beside Bryce’s head on the couch. You sigh, turning off the documentary and Bryce furrows his eyebrows in protest, but before he can say anything, he is given a massage on his scalp, making him relax again.
“Oh fuck, that feels nice, baby. Keep going…” he requests with no shame, the feeling too good to deny.
Ending the evening with a head massage was certainly not in his plans, but Bryce can’t say he minds it at all. Your affections comes above his obsessions.
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A/N: Ari will be added when I have an original idea for him. T.T
Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3
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