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#Fantastic Four AU
dbnightingale24 · 11 months
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A Johnny Storm One Shot
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Surprise @autumnrose40 !!  Okay, so I had planned for this to go with your gift, but as you can tell, that didn’t work out -__- . This is just a small thank you for being there for me all the time, and listen to me cry and vent about any and every thing. Also, I know that things are tricky right now, so I hope this brightens your day a bit! I love you tons and I hope you enjoy it!
Thank you, as always, to @fuckingbye​ for the moodboard and literally everything else that you do. I love you!
Word Count: 11,037 (don’t get used to this)
Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+ Only!!!!!), Fluff, Angst, Bit of A Slow Burn, Drinking, Smoking, Swearing, SMUT, Insecurity, A Bit of Self Loathing, Bits of Depression, Shitty Ex BF...I think that’s it?
Song(s) That Inspired This Story: You’re Here, Where You Should Be
I do not consent to any of my works/stories being posted elsewhere.
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You try to get lost in the Christmas music you have playing in your office, trying to block out the music that’s being played from the ballroom down the hallway. It’s not that you don’t want to observe the festivities going on for the holidays, but you just feel that it’s not the best idea.
“You don’t have to keep working,” Susan Storm laughs, causing you to jump just a little as she enters your little office with two drinks in hand. “You should be enjoying the party with the rest of us.”
Or, Mrs. Richards. She doesn’t mind either.
“No, I still have work to do, it’s okay-”
“It’ll still be waiting for you when you get back from your holiday break,” she interrupts softly as she takes a seat at the other side of your desk. “Are you gonna go and see your family?”
“Um, no family to see,” you smile awkwardly. “Parents are gone, lost them in the attack on the towers, and I don’t have much a relationship with my siblings. I’m gonna stick to the tradition I’ve been following for about...six years, now? My friends and I make our favorite foods, have a big dinner, and exchange gifts.” “That sounds like fun,” she smiles, finally putting down the drink she brought in for you.
“You didn’t have to-”
“You work hard, Y/N. I know we don’t always acknowledge it, but Reed and I do see how hard you work, and how you come in earlier or stay later than you have to. You deserve a night of fun, even if you don’t stay for the party, you should enjoy being young. How old are you? 22?”
“You’re kind!” you laugh in disbelief. “I turn 28 this year.”
“Seriously?!”
“Good genes,” you smirk and she laughs.
“Well, no one is going to hold you to all of this work. If you want to, we’d love to have you at the party,” she says with all sincerity before getting up. She looks over on your desk and sees the picture of you and Johnny at the beach from last Summer and smiles before walking away.
The teeth he had pull to get you on that bike. Sometimes, his patience truly amazed you.
It’s not like you don’t want to go, but you’re trying to avoid him. Ever since the night you made a move on him, almost two months ago, you’ve made it a point to avoid Johnny Storm at all costs. It’s not like you didn’t try and stop yourself, but Johnny Storm is just that:
A fucking storm.
However, you didn’t want to be just a notch in his bedpost so, you did the only logical thing your drunk brain could come up with: you ran out of the room like a bat outta hell. You know it didn’t mean anything, so you’re not sure why you keep thinking about it. You were both drunk and said he said some things he couldn’t have possibly meant. Drunk men will do and say anything to get into someone’s pants, and why should he be any different? Because he’s a superhero? Because he’s your best friend? What the hell does that mean to you? Yes, like most women, you think he’s gorgeous and, even though you hate to admit it, you’ve spent more than a few lonely nights getting off to the thought of him and all of the things you’re more than sure he can make you feel.
Unfortunately, for you, it’s so much more than that.
You work for the Fantastic Four, and you have for fours years now. You get to see a side of them that the rest of the world doesn’t, and that’s what made you fall so hard for him. You’ve seen him triumphant and you’ve also seen him defeated. You’ve seen him being the sweetest guy while sober, and the biggest douche while drunk. You’ve seen the temper tantrums, while you’ve also seen him step up and take charge.
You have seen every side of Johnny Storm and you can’t help but love him. You know most people don’t see it (or think it for that matter), or believe it, but he is complex. He struggles with being a son his parents would be proud of (maybe that’s why him and Tony Stark get along so well), while also struggling with his own damn personality. Johnny is a fire by default (superpowers be dammed), and he can’t help but be a little reckless. He’s the youngest and has been spoiled since birth.
He doesn’t know how else to be.
That being said, you don’t know how to turn it off. You don’t know how to not want him. He’s nothing but chaos, but for you? Well, for you, he acts like he’ll move heaven and hell for you.
You don’t know how to stop being in love with him.
As you sip the whiskey neat Susan left you, you wonder how the hell you’ll be able to keep handling this job?
How the hell will you be able to handle Johnny Storm?
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Johnny’s P.O.V
Why aren’t you here? I suggested this party just for you. It’s not like I haven’t tried to fight what I feel for you, but it’s...you. Of all the people I expected to fall for, you were who I least expected. Then, I saw you that night a year ago, and you’ve been all I’ve focused on since.
“Johnny, this club is beat!” my date whined before she took a drink of whatever the hell I ordered for her. “Lets go!”
“We’ve only been here for five minutes-”
“And it’s not gonna get any better!”
“Let me finish my drink,” I mumbled, irritated that it was taking me so long to get me to what I wanted.
That’s what I get for hanging around with the crowd that I do.
“Well, make it fast,” she scowled and I rolled my eyes.
It’s not like she was wrong. For a Saturday night, at 11pm, it was pretty dead. Of course, she was scouting for new candidates once I got rid of her, and I just wanted to see if it was anything worth revisiting. I was more than ready to leave as I started to down my drink, but then...
Then, I saw you.
“You can leave if you want. I think I wanna stick this out,” I told my date as I saw you dancing and laughing with your friends to ‘If You Dare’ by Jazmine Sullivan.
“Fine,” she huffed before she ordered another a drink.
I should’ve left, because there was no reason for me to stay. We were friends and I shouldn’t have thought of you in that way. You weren’t like the women I usually dated or flirted with, you stayed focused on your work at all times, you had your priorities straight, you had been through enough and didn’t need me complicating things for you.
You looked so happy and content, and it’d been so long since I’d seen you like that. Yeah, that was on me, but it didn’t matter in that moment. You always wore modest clothes, you never smiled like that while working, you were dancing so freely, and you looked like you didn’t have a care in the world.
I tried, but I just couldn’t look away. As the songs kept playing, and the drinks kept coming, you just became more and more carefree, and it just made me miss you even more.
It’s not like I didn’t believe in real love or relationships, I just didn’t believe in them for me. Seeing you in that moment though...it had me seeing things differently. However, if I’m honest with myself, it started long before that, didn’t it?
“Johnny,” Reed called, pulling my attention away from the X-Games on the screen in front of me, “this is Y/N. Be nice to her, she’s going to help with research and also acting as a receptionist.”
“Don’t tell me you found someone to keep you occupied while Sue is busy,” I chuckled as I looked you over.
You instantly froze at that.
“Johnny!” Reed snapped.
“It was a joke,” I sighed, “it’s nice to meet you.”
“Y-you too, Mr. Storm.”
“God no,” I groaned, “Johnny. Please, call me Johnny!”
“Will do,” you laughed softly, “it’s nice to meet you, Johnny.”
Something abut that small, innocent laugh made something stir inside of me. I made that remark about you keeping Reed busy while Sue was away, because you looked like the type of nerd he’d fall for. I won’t lie though, I did think you were cute. Shy, quiet, anxious, glasses that were slightly too big for your face, a beige sweater that was too big for you, and little black pencil skirt. You were the type of woman I would’ve secretly crushed on in High School.
From that day on, you did your best to stay out of the way. You were kind to everyone, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry or get angry, you were always two hours too early and stayed three hours later than you needed to, and you rarely ever asked for days off. The days when you weren’t in the building felt empty.
Lonely.
I think what changed things for me was how you treated me after the incident with the Silver Surfer.
“Johnny?” you called softly as you came out onto the balcony.
“Stay back, I might fuck you up too,” I scowled, grabbing another beer from the six pack I brought out with me.
“You didn’t fuck up anything, Johnny,” you sighed as you took a seat next to me.
That was the first time I ever heard you curse.
“Tell that to Reed.”
“You went after the Surfer because it was your job. You didn’t do this to yourself.”
“I almost killed-”
“But you didn’t,” you interrupted softly. “Accidents happen. Are you headstrong and cocky? Absolutely,” you smirked and I couldn’t help but scoff, “but you’re also a good guy who loves his sister, his friends, and wants to do what’s best for everyone else. It was just a bad day. All of this will get sorted out and it’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do,” you smiled reassuringly before getting up, “I’ll get out of your hair so you can-”
“No....stay...if you don’t mind. It’s nice...having someone to talk to about this. It’s nice...talking to you,” I muttered as I offered you a beer.
We stayed out there for hours, talking about any and everything. That’s when I learned about your family, your awful money hungry siblings, your shitty boyfriend, your love of art, classic and horror movies, and how much you love to cook.
That’s when I learned that I was in love with you.
Fast forward two months and my luck seemed to change just a bit.
“You can’t be here, Tyler!” I heard you snap softly.
“You’re always here!” Tyler responded with a gruff tone that I didn’t appreciate at all.
How the hell could your boyfriend be getting angry with you for doing your job? Especially when he does nothing to contribute!
“It’s a fucking party-”
“Do you not see how many diplomats are here?! This is much more than a party! Deals are being made, help is being asked for, agreements are being-”
“Another fucking night that you’re not home! You’re coming home with me-”
“Let me go!” you almost yelled. “I have a fucking job to do! A job that pays our bills and keeps food in the fridge, since you lost your fucking job! Maybe, if you’d go out-”
“You little bitch! You know that wasn’t my fault! I-”
“You were drunk on the fucking job, Tyler! You got fired because you don’t know how to get your shit together!”
“You think you’re so much fucking better than-”
“Is there a problem here?” I asked as I made my way out onto the terrace.
“Johnny, everything is fine,” you scrambled frantically over to me, “you don’t have to-”
“Who the fuck are you?!” Tyler interrupted.
“A friend,” I warned as my hands flared up.
I didn’t even mean for it to happen, I was just that concerned and angry. God, what the hell were you doing to me?
“Jesus, you’re fucking the Human Torch?!” Tyler snapped.
“TYLER!”
“You need to leave,” I warned as I made my way over to him, “you weren’t invited and no one wants you here. Leave.”
“Johnny-dammit!” you snapped, touching my shoulder only to find my clothes damn near boiling.
“Fucking stay here if you want,” Tyler snapped, his laugh was condescending, “but I won’t fucking be around when you get back to the apartment. We’re done!” he spat as he stormed off.
“Are you okay?” I asked turning to look at you as soon as he was gone.
“I’m...I’m fine, I’m so sorry...you shouldn’t have had to...fuck!” you winced as clenched your fists, because you forgot all about the burn on your hand.
“Shit! Lets get you inside and wrap that up, okay?”
“No...you go back to the party!” you sobbed as you tried to fight back your tears. “You don’t have to-”
“Hey, lets get you inside, get this wrapped up, and have a few drinks, okay?”
“They’re so many people here to see you-”
“Who gives a shit?” I smirked which gained a small giggle from you. “I have something more important to take care of right now.”
You cried for hours that night and it broke my heart. You hide everything so well, all for the sake of a paycheck, that I sometimes forgot how much you had going on in your life. I forgot about the pain you hid in order to keep your head on straight, the stress you cried yourself to sleep over at night, and the anger you pushed aside so you wouldn’t lose yourself in it.
You make it so easy for people to forget, because you don’t want to inconvenience anyone. You don’t want to feel like you’re a burden, because so many people in your life have made you feel like one. I held you for hours, calmed you down, and convinced you to stay in my room that night. Of course, you protested (not wanting to put me out), but I eventually got you to agree when I lied and told you I usually sleep on the sofa anyway.
I didn’t want you crying all alone in your apartment, and if that asshole would’ve been there when you got home, someone was definitely going to get hurt.
And it wouldn’t have been you or me.
From that day on, I found reasons to be around you. Whether it was keeping you company when you stayed too late, or annoying you until you’d agree to go with me to get lunch.
I don’t know why I was so shocked by how funny you were, but you never failed to make me laugh. Whether it was an offhanded comment, your horrible impersonations of reporters who did stories on the Fantastic Four, or you singing some song you loved off-key, you constantly kept me laughing. You didn’t make a big fuss or catch an attitude when people would crowd around and ask for pictures and autographs, you just stood off to the side and waited for me, always asking if I was okay after all was said and done.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” I scoffed as we got back to the building.
“I know that you love all of the attention that comes with all of this,” you said with that smart-ass smirk of yours, “but I also know that everyone has a limit. It’s a lot to be in the public eye all the time and, on top of that, you’re a superhero. I know how loud it can get in ones brain and I just wanna make sure that you’re okay. You know you don’t have to hide from me,” you smiled up at me, with those big beautiful eyes of yours.
Of course I had to hide from you. Everyone else could see what was happening, except you. I went from wanting to be in your space to needing it. You calmed me, as lame as that sounds. That ego of mine, that always seems to grow by the second, always seemed to come back down to earth when I was around you.
“Johnny, just tell her you like her,” Susan smiled one day when she caught me staring at you from the living area.
“Yeah, I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“Cause women like her don’t go for guys like me. She’s too smart for me.”
“I’m sorry, do my ears deceive me? Johnny Storm thinks someone is too good for him?” Ben laughed as he made his way down the hall.
“You don’t have any fucking ears,” I scowled with an eye roll.
“Just tell her, kid. She probably feels the same way-”
“No, she doesn’t. She couldn’t.”
“She spends a lot of time with you for someone who doesn’t feel the same,” Sue encouraged.
“It’s better this way-”
“Just got off the phone with, Stark,” Reed interrupted as he rushed into the hallway, “he and Bruce have discovered a cosmic disturbance and it’s headed...did I miss something? Why are we all looking at Y/N? Is she okay?”
“This is the guy you chose to spend forever with?” I asked Sue with a cocked eyebrow.
“Trust me, I question it sometimes too,” she muttered with an eye roll.
“What am I missing?!”
“Just let it go, buddy,” Ben laughed, “what’s wrong with the world this time?”
After that, I did my best to stay away. It would’ve been best for everyone. I don’t know how to do relationships, and you deserve someone who isn’t emotionally stunted.
At least, that’s what I told myself.
“Did I do something wrong?” you asked one day as you cautiously approached the kitchen.
“What? No. Why would you think that?”
“You just...you seem far away. You don’t come and visit me, we don’t get lunch together anymore, you don’t stay with me after work anymore...”
“You’re perfect,” I sighed, hating how much pain was in your eyes, “I just figured I was becoming a distraction for you. Plus, I know there have been some rumors that we’re dating circling around, and I don’t want you getting hassled.”
“That’s outside. Even in here, you avoid me like the plague. I don’t know, I just feel like we haven’t spent time together in forever.”
“I’ve just had a lot on my mind. There’s a lot going on.”
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“I don’t wanna bother you with it.���
“Johnny, if there’s something I did-”
“It’s not you, sweetheart. I promise.”
God, I hated how sad you looked and I hated that I was the reason for it, but I really felt like it would be for the best. For once, I was trying my hardest not to be selfish. I buried myself in as much work as I could, I went back to dating random models and socialites, and I did my best to avoid you.
“You’re a real asshole, Johnny,” Susan scolded as she made her way into my room.
“Aren’t you supposed to knock before you start harassing someone?”
“Johnny, you’re breaking Y/N’s heart!”
“Stop being so dramatic. I’m sure she’s fine-”
“Then why did I just catch her crying in the research office?”
“Susan-”
“What the hell is wrong with you? You spent every waking moment with her, brought her flowers, her favorite foods, stayed late with her every chance you got, and now? Now, you’re back to hooking up with the same airheads and getting into dead end relationships!”
“Susan-”
“You finally found someone perfect for you and you’re just letting her go? For what? Because you refuse-”
“SUSAN!” I snapped, tired of hearing all of the wrong reasons I’m staying away. “Just stay out of it.”
“What am I missing here, Johnny?”
“It’s just better this way. She’s better off this way. Whatever she thinks she feels for me will go away.”
“Johnny-”
“Just stay out of it, Susan, and close the door on your way out.”
I could tell by the way her eye was twitching that she wanted to say more, but just nodded, before leaving and slamming my door shut.
It’s not like it wasn’t hurting me too, but I didn’t do relationships. I never knew how. I didn’t want my first real attempt to be with you, fuck it up, then lose you forever and all together.
You’re entirely too important to me, and if we’re going to be together, I want it to be forever.
So, I pretended to not feel your longing gaze on me when I would walk by, pretended that I didn’t hear quiet sobs at night when you thought we were all off doing something else, and I pretended that I wasn’t the loneliest I’d ever been in my life.
In response to all of the hell I brought upon myself, I was more irritated than usual, more times than not I ignored Reed and did what I thought was best (everyone loved that), I went to pointless parties with empty headed people, and I kept looking for comfort in women whose names I didn’t care to remember.
No, it wasn’t the best solution, but what else could I do? As much as I was pissing everyone else off, they didn’t say anything. Everything was fine until I saw you on that dance floor.
“Those things will kill you,” I smirked, coming up behind you outside as I snapped my fingers and made a small flame appear.
“Mr. Storm!” you gasped as you almost dropped it. “I...I didn’t know you were here.”
“Mr. Storm? Really?” I scoffed as you lit your cigarette with the flame I made you. “When have I ever wanted you to call me that?”
“Things are different now...” you trailed off before you took a drag of your cigarette.
“When did you start that?” I questioned, nodding towards the cigarette.
“Um two months ago? Maybe three, I’m not sure.”
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing really, just some shit with my siblings, it’s fine. You should get back to your date-”
“She can wait. What’s going on?”
“Mr. Storm-”
“Stop calling me that.”
“No, it’s better if I don’t. I got too comfortable before-”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did. I don’t know, I thought we were friends-”
“We are friends. You’re my best friend.”
“Best friends don’t just randomly start ignoring each other.”
“I’m sorry. I was going through something and I didn’t know how to talk about it. I’m back though. I miss you.”
“Mr. Storm-”
“Sweetheart, please.”
“Johnny...that really hurt. You just left and you didn’t-”
“I really am sorry, sweetheart. I won’t do it again.”
“I should get back inside,” you sighed as you dropped your cigarette and stomped on it.
“JOHNNY! OVER HERE!” a photographer yelled as he started snapping away.
“Fucks sake-”
“It’s fine, I’ll head back inside-”
“Let me take you back to-”
“ARE YOU TWO BACK ON?!” another photographer yelled, “WHAT’S HER NAME?!”
“Lets get you out of here,” I growled as I hugged you close, covered your face, and got us a cab.
Once we got inside, you didn’t let me go, and it tugged at my heart more than I thought it would.
“I really missed you, Johnny.”
“I know, I missed you too, babe.”
“Don’t leave me again, please.”
“I promise I won’t.”
From that day on, we went back to how we were almost instantly. You even started inviting me over to your place. Once again, everyone was pushing me to ask you out, but being apart of your life again was more than enough for me. I stopped going out so much, my attitude went back normal (which according to Ben wasn’t much better), and stopped partying (which made Sue happy).
Every night that I had those feelings, I took care of it myself, your name softly leaving my lips every time. If all I could do was want you, that was fine by me. I still didn’t trust myself with you and I had no intention of fucking things up again.
At least, that’s what I told myself at the time. Then, two months ago, I ruined everything.
“Why are you still working?” I pouted as I poked my head inside your office.
“Because there’s still work to be done,” you giggled, not even looking up from the screen.
“It’s 11:30 on a Friday. You know you’ll come in tomorrow and finish up-”
“Maybe I’ll take tomorrow off, you never know.”
“Yeah, and do what?” I smirked as you shook your head.
God, you were so damn cute when you got flustered.
“I don’t know. Go to Ithaca and walk down a waterfall.”
“What the hell?”
“You can! I’ve done it before!”
“You’ll have to take me one day,” I laughed, “c’mon, close up shop and lets go.”
“Go where, Johnny? I don’t feel like going to a club, or a bar.”
“I’ll order us some food, we’ll have some drinks, and we’ll watch a movie.”
“We can do that any day.”
“Yes, but I want to do it today. So,” I started as I pushed myself off the door frame, “lets turn all this bullshit off and decide on dinner.”
“Johnny!” you laughed as I pulled you out of your seat.
“You know you’d rather be hanging out with me anyway.”
“You’re nothing but trouble,” you giggled.
“It’s your favorite thing about me.”
Everything was going fine. We ended up getting Chinese food, drinks were flowing, the conversation was great, and we ended up watching the ‘Philadelphia Story’.
At some point, you ended up in my lap, and I was holding you as if I’d never let you go. Yeah, we’d been drinking, but I should’ve known better than to let it get that far in the first damn place.
“Don’t you want that, Johnny?” you softly slurred as you laid your head on my shoulder.
“What? A bunch of tricks and schemes, and a failed wedding?” I laughed, just as drunk as you were as I brushed your hair out of your face.
“No! To rediscover your true love and make it work!”
“Is that you want?”
“I think I just want to find my true love,” you chuckled as your arms snaked up and around my neck.
You felt like home.
“What about you?” you asked softly.
“What about me?”
“What do you want in a soulmate? What are you looking for?”
“I don’t think I’m soulmate material.”
“Of course you are! Everyone is,” you promised sympathetically as one of your hands cupped my cheek.
I should’ve stopped it right then and there, but between the alcohol coursing through my veins and how bad I’ve needed you, I couldn’t have pumped the breaks if I’d wanted to.
“What would I want in a soulmate? Someone like you, I guess.”
“Someone like me?”
“You’re perfect,” I confessed softly as I met your soft gaze.
God, you looked so beautiful. When didn’t you?
“Johnny, you and I both know-”
“You’ve been everything to me for the longest time. If I were looking for someone to spend forever with, it would be you,” I admitted as I tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.
In the blink of an eye, your lips were on mine and it felt like heaven. Everything that I had day dreamed of and imagined, came to life in that moment. When your fingers found their way into my hair, I did nothing to stop them. Even with how tight you were gripping my hair, it was still the closest to heaven that I’d ever felt.
“Y/N,” I moaned as you straddled me.
I had every intention to tell you to stop, but it just felt too damn good. Imagine your favorite dream or fantasy finally becoming real.
This was better than that.
“I’ve wanted you for so damn long,” I whispered as I started to trail kissing along the column of your neck. “I’ve needed you.”
“I’m all yours,” you whimpered as your hands traveled down to the hem of my shirt, “I’ve always been yours.”
You broke away for just a second to take my shirt off, and the whimper that left your mouth had me smirking. It was nice to know that you liked what you saw. Once again, somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I should’ve stopped, but the thought alone was too much for me. Instead, I reached for your panties and ripped them off, having to remind myself not to get too excited.
“Johnny,” you whined, “thought about having you like this for so long!”
“Fuck,” I growled into your neck, trying not to get too rough when I bit your neck “you fucked this perfect little cunt thinking about me?”
“So many fucking times!” you confessed with a moan as you ground yourself against me.
There was no way I was stopping.
“Lift those arms, baby. Gotta get this fucking shirt off. I need to see all of you,” I begged with a husk.
And that’s when everything changed.
“No...no, no! What the fuck am I doing?!” you questioned as mortification showed all over your face.
“What’s wrong?”
“This is...this is all wrong! Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you almost sobbed as you got off of me. “Fuck!”
“Y/N-”
“I’m so sorry, Johnny. I have to go,” you sobbed before you ran out of my room.
Since that night, you’ve avoided me like the plague and it’s not like I can be mad at you. I never planned on it going that far, and if it were to ever go that far, I wanted us both to be sober. I can only imagine that you ran off because you didn’t want to be just another trinket.
Another trophy fuck.
Every time I tried to talk about it, you had an excuse not to. Sometimes it was work, other times it had to do with your friends, and sometimes you just told the truth and told me you didn’t wanna talk about it.
I tried to think of a way to make it up to you, but nothing felt right. Flowers felt too small, your favorite food felt like a cop out, and there was no way in hell that you were gonna wanna be alone with me again.I wanted to do something for Halloween, since I know it’s your favorite holiday, but I couldn’t think of anything you’d want to do with me. So, that just left Christmas.
“Sue, why don’t you throw a Christmas party?” I suggested nonchalantly as I sauntered into her office.
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Y/N not speaking to you, would it?”
“She has nothing to do with this. She and I are just fine-”
“You’re a shitty liar when it comes to me, Johnny. So, don’t try it.”
“I just thought it would be nice. We’re invited to every party, but we’ve never thrown one ourselves.”
There was no way in hell that I was about to fess up and say this was all for you. The last thing I needed was everyone giving me unsolicited advice.
“I’m not buying it, but you make a good point,” she sighed as she sat back in her chair. “I’ll talk to Reed about it-”
“You’re not gonna let him be in charge, right?”
“Just because I’m in love with the man, doesn’t mean I’d leave him in charge of any social event,” she scowled and I chuckled.
“Thank you, Sue. I mean it.”
“Whatever is going on between you two will work itself out,” she promised with a reassuring smile.
I don’t think I’ve ever worked so hard on anything in my life, or been so damn stressed. I made sure to have all of your favorite foods on the menu, your favorite deserts, and your favorite drinks. I’m more than sure I annoyed the hell out of Sue, but I didn’t give a damn. As long as everything was set up how you would like it, I didn’t care who I pissed off.
Now, everyone is here except for you. Going to see you won’t help anything, but even if you don’t forgive me, I at least want you to enjoy a party that was built around you.
“Johnny, standing in a corner and pouting won’t help anything,” Susan sighs coming up next to me.
“This is her favorite song,” I mutter as ‘Silent Night’ starts playing.
“Is that why three different versions of it are on the playlist?”
“I wanna make sure she hears it.”
“It’s gonna be okay.”
“She’s still not here, Sue. Even if she doesn’t wanna see me...they’re a ton of people here and she’s still not here.”
“What happened?”
“It doesn’t matter.” “Johnny-”
“Just drop it, Sue.”
“Well, give it time. I went to see her and, while I can tell that she’s torn, I think she’s going to show up.”
“How are you so sure?”
“I can just tell. When something is right, it just works out,” she smiles before turning her attention back to the crowd, “Natasha! Bruce! I’m so happy you were able to make it!” she beams before walking off.
I pray that she’s right, because I don’t know what took me so long to realize that you’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to. I know that I can be a real pain in the ass and difficult, but I’m willing to work on myself if it means that I can have forever with you.
I’m willing to do any and everything if it means I can make you mine.
Y/N’s P.O.V.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed with the party. All of your favorite foods, you’re more than sure you’ve heard at least four different versions of ‘Silent Night’, every drink option that you love...
It has to be Johnny.
God, why did that night have to happen? Where the hell did your self control go? No, you don’t think Johnny would ever intentionally hurt you, but you also know that Johnny is shit with commitment. It’s not like the man doesn’t try, but you also know that the idea of him being with one person forever terrifies him.
However, that doesn’t change the fact that you miss him so damn much.
You came into the party with the intention of staying out of sight and out of mind, but Ben was in a good mood and pulled you into a conversation about latest research you were helping Reed with until Alicia pulled him away. You tried to get back to your corner of solitude, but somehow, you found everyone wanting to talk to you.
Unbeknownst to you, Reed and Sue had been talking you up. Telling everyone how much they appreciate all the hard work you do, how committed you are to your work, and how your attitude always brightens the mood, no matter how bleak things may seem.
Now, you’re being asked left and right if you’re willing to split your time, if you have any friends that are just as hard working as you, and where you studied Science at (in hopes of finding someone just as dedicated as you). As flattered as you are, you just want to stay in a corner by yourself, quietly scanning the room for Johnny (and whoever he brought as a date), and make sure that he’s happy. For as heartbroken as you’ve been for the last two months, that doesn’t mean you don’t want to see him happy.
Even if it is with someone else.
Sure, you could go and talk to him and put an end to all of this, but that would mean facing him, and you’re not ready for that just yet. Yes, you were both drunk and got swept away, but you don’t know how to handle it the way you think you should yet. The fact of the matter is: you love Johnny Storm. You have been for a while and you had been doing such a good job at hiding it. You’d seen the type of women Johnny fooled around with, and you knew you’d never live up to those standards. Yeah, he remember what he said that night, but he was also drunk and horny. No, he’s not a bad guy, but you’ve seen him play women before by drawing it out even though it was obvious to everyone else that he had no intention of sticking around. You’d like to believe that you were different, but once again, he was drunk and horny.
Accidents happen all the time.
However, you’ve been asking yourself the same question over and over again since the whole thing happened: if you could take any of it back, would you? You come to the same answer every time.
Hell no.
Having some of Johnny was better than having none of him, even if it was only for a moment. So, you told yourself that the next time you see Johnny, you’re going to apologize for your actions, promise him it’ll never happen again, and hope that you two can go back to the way things were.
At least that’s what you keep telling yourself.
After a few more uncomfortable conversations, you’re finally able to grab yourself a drink and make your way back into a corner. It seems silly to be in a corner of a party that seems to be catered around the things you love, but you just feel safer. Being in that room full of high profile diplomats and superheros just doesn’t feel right alone. It won’t feel okay unless Johnny is by your side.
“Why don’t you ever come to any of the parties?” Johnny asked you as he met you outside of your apartment complex. “You’re always invited.”
“Those parties are the last place I belong,” you scoffed as you put on the sunglasses he gifted you last week.
He told he got them for you because he was tired of you blocking out the sun with frames that didn’t suit your face.
“Why do you say that?’
“Cause that’s not me...it’s you,” you motioned towards him.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“You constantly save the world, and you’re ‘Mr. Personality’. That whole thing is your scene, not mine.”
“You’ve been huge help on all of those missions-”
“I’m a behind the scenes kind of woman, Johnny.”
“You don’t have to be. You could go with me,” he offered and you rolled your eyes.
“It’s all fun and games until you leave me for some model-”
“You know better than that, sweetheart. I wouldn’t leave you alone in a crowd, especially when I know how uncomfortable it’d make you.”
“You’d wanna be seen with me over some shiny model?”
“You’d wanna be seen with me over some fuckin’ book about space and atoms?” he questioned with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk as you let out a full bodied laugh. “Why wouldn’t I wanna be seen with you?”
“I’m not the kind of woman you’re ever seen with.”
“That’s because the only time you hangout with me is when we hangout for lunch.”
“When else can we hangout? You’re always busy or fucking.”
“We can hangout whenever you want, just say the word.”
“Yeah okay.”
“I mean it, tell me when you want to hangout and we will.”
“I wouldn’t even know what to do.”
“What are you doing today?”
“Lunch with you and then I was gonna do some more research on-”
“It’s your day off!”
“There’s always more work to be-”
“Yeah no, we’re hanging out. Your schedule has just been cleared. I know exactly what we’re gonna do,” he smirked as he pulled you along with him.
“Johnny-”
“Trust me!”
Usually, you hate Summer. You don’t like the beaches in New York, so there’s never one to go to. Sure, you can go to Jersey, but it’s always crowded and such a hassle to get to that, by the time you get there, you’re not even in the mood to do anything anymore. So, you usually stay in and do your best to avoid the heat, which is impossible because the city is always filled with too many people.
Summer hadn’t been something you’d enjoyed in a while.
However, that day that you spent with Johnny was one of the best days you’d ever had with him. He took you to one his favorite sports bars, spoiled you just a bit with new glasses and a necklace that he saw you eyeing while you waited for him to get off the phone with Reed, took you to his favorite casual restaurant for lunch, took you to the MET (you couldn’t tell but it made his heart so full to see you so happy), accompanied you on a stroll through Central Park, treated you to a movie, took you to dinner at Carmines (how he knew you’d always wanted to go is something you still don’t know), and ended the night with riding you around on his motorcycle (which only took about 20 minutes worth of convincing).
“See? I’m pretty fun to hangout with,” Johnny smirked as you both leaned against his bike, looking out at the view from the Brooklyn Bridge.
“I had the best day I’ve had in a while,” you smiled, laying your head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry about some of the hell we had to deal with today. The paparazzi and the fans-”
“It wasn’t terrible,” you shrugged. “Yeah, I was completely out of my comfort zone, but I felt safe with you.”
“Yeah, hanging with The Torch has the effect,” he said smugly and you burst out laughing.
“Never refer to yourself that way around me ever again,” you breathed once you finally caught your breath. “It has nothing to do with you being ‘The Human Torch’. I just feel safe with you...I trust you. I always have.”
“Yeah? Enough to go to one of these parties with me?”
“I will go to a party with you, I promise,” you giggled.
“Ready for me to take you home?”
“Lets stay here just a little bit longer?” you begged softy.
“We can do whatever you want, sweetheart.”
You wish you could just go back to that night. Everything was simple, and the both of you were so happy. Now, it’s all a fucking mess.
“Hey,” a familiar voice says softly from behind you. A voice you’ve missed more than you’ll ever be able to put into words.
You told yourself that you’d be gracious about the whole thing that you’d talk to him like an adult. Yet, the second you feel his breath on the back of your neck, you take off running like a deer in the headlights.
In fucking heels no less.
“Y/N! Please!” Johnny yells running after you.
Why are you running? There’s literally no reason to. It’s not like any crimes were committed and you didn’t murder anyone. All you did was almost completely give yourself to the one person your heart burns for.
No big deal.
You’re quick to get inside your office and start pacing, taking deep breaths as you try and calm your nerves. Why can’t you calm down? You can do this! You’ve talked to Johnny about so many things that were much more difficult than this, so what is the problem? You just want him back in your life, so you need to stop hiding from him (literally), and grow up.
“Wh...when the fuck did you...become a fast...fast runner?” Johnny breaths as he leans against your door.
“I’m sorry...” you mumble, toying with fingers and looking at your feet.
“Can you please talk to me? This is insane! It doesn’t have to be like this!”
“I know and I’m sorry, I really am. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about everything, but its turning out to be a lot harder than I thought.”
“Why? Yes, things got...heated, but we’ve always been able to-”
“We’ve never even kissed before, Johnny. That night...it’s not the same.”
“We’ve talked about more complicated things than almost hooking-”
“Johnny, I love you. I am so in love with you and I...I had planned on keeping it to myself, because you don’t do relationships, and that’s fine! I was fine with how we were, but then we kissed and said things...my panties came off...I’ve been wanting to talk to you, but it’s hard, because now you know. I made the first move, I said what I said...I wanted to talk to you, but I just couldn’t be around you yet,” you finish softly.
Wow, that came out a lot easier than you expected.
Since he isn’t responding you keep going, “I’m happy to just be your friend, Johnny. You’re always going to be my best friend, but I know we can’t be together, and I can’t take seeing you with other women yet and-”
“Why not?”
“Why not what? Why can’t I take seeing you with other women? Johnny, I just told you I’m in love with you-”
“No, why can’t we be together?”
“Is that a joke? You don’t-”
“I can-”
“Johnny-”
“For you, I can do anything,” he promises sincerely as you finally meet his gaze.
“Lets not do this-”
“I love you, Y/N. I love you and I have for a while now. I’ve had a crush on you since I first saw you, and the more I got to know you, the more all of it spiraled out of control. Why do you think I stayed away for those four months? I was trying to get over and distance myself from you, because I didn’t want to fuck all of this up. I didn’t want to ruin your chances with someone else by breaking your heart. I really did my best to leave you alone, but I was miserable without you, which I think speaks volumes about how much I love you. Even with Raye, which we both know it’s because of me that didn’t work out, I wasn’t all that broken up about it. Yeah, I hated that I hurt her, but you saw how quickly I bounced back from that. I can’t bounce back from you, Y/N. I can’t and I don’t want to.”
“Johnny-”
“I’m loneliest when I’m without you, I’m constantly in a shitty mood when we’re not speaking, whenever I’m out fighting to save the world I’m only thinking of saving you, your laugh is my favorite sound in the world, I listen to your voicemails when we’re not talking because it’s the only thing that soothes me, your touch is what I crave more than anything else in the world, I’m lost when you’re not around...I am so insanely in love with you. I love you to the point that it hurts.”
“Johnny...”
“If you don’t want this, that’s fine, but I think you do. I think you want this as bad as I do,” he states softly as he makes his way over to you.
“You don’t...you don’t like relationships. You said so yourself that they’re just not for you because you don’t wanna be chained to someone-”
“That was before and it was stupid for me to say that. I don’t know, I just...I don’t feel like that with you, sweetheart. If you want me to stay away, I understand and I’ll do just that,” he promises softly as he stands in front of you.
“I...I didn’t say that,” you confess, looking down at your fingers.
Using his forefinger, he gently lifts your chin so your gaze is on him, “tell me what you want.”
“I want to believe that you want this, because it’s all I’ve been thinking about for a while and...I don’t believe you’d ever hurt me, but I know you, Johnny. I know...how you act and that commitment scares you and I don’t want to be-”
“I wouldn’t say anything if I wasn’t serious about this. Serious about us.”
“Johnny-”
“There’s no one on this planet, or the others for that matter, that I find more beautiful than you. No one gets me like you do, no one cares for me like you do, no one...loves me like you do, Y/N. I don’t want to be with anyone else, I don’t look at anyone else, and I’m never gonna love anyone the way I love you. You’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to and that’ll never change.”
“Say it again,” you beg softly as he leans in closer.
“You’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to,” he breathes softly, his face a mere few inches from yours, “and that’ll never change.”
Before you have a chance to think of an argument, his lips are on yours and you’re gone. Yes, you still have your fears and reservations, but you miss Johnny. You already missed him when you weren’t around, but now that you’ve kissed him and felt his hands all over you in that way, you crave it more than anything else in the world.
You crave him.
“Johnny,” you moan as he kisses down your neck.
In all honesty, you wanna tell him to stop, but you can’t seem to form the words or remember why. Instead, you wrap your legs around him as he picks you up and places you on your desk. What’s the point of stopping anyway? You believe him and it’s starting to become very clear that you two are no longer able to keep your hands to yourselves when along together.
“I fucking missed you,” Johnny growls, hiking up your skirt then ripping off your panties, “never letting you go again.” “Fuck!” you gasp at the feel of his thumb on your clit.
You’re more than sure the warmth flooding through your body has nothing to do with his power.
“So fucking wet already? We’ve barely gotten started,” he smirks teasing your cunt with his fingers.
“Pl...please,” you whimper softly, “dreamt of this for so long!”
“Tell me what you’ve dreamt of,” he coos as slowly sinks two fingers into your desperate and greedy cunt.
Right now, you love him just as much as you hate him for torturing you.
“Having...having you all to myself, loving me, pulling me...apart, oh my God!” you cry out at the feel of him curling his fingers. “John...Johnny please!”
“Tell me more,” he pushes, picking up his pace just a little, applying just a bit of pressure to clit, which only makes you cry out in pleasure as you start grinding yourself against his fingers. “You’re a fucking dream, babygirl. Tell me!”
“Fuck! I’ve thought about...oh Johnny,” you moan, lulling your head back as you feel a warm sensation on your clit, kicking shoes off and curling your toes.
“Never thought I’d ever have you like this, baby. So fucking perfect, baby. Gotta tell me more or I won’t let you cum, and I can tell just how bad you want to by the way this pussy is squeezing my fingers,” he chuckles, easily sliding in a third.
“Jesus!”
“No, just Johnny,” he teases as he picks up his pace. “C’mon sweetheart, be a good girl and tell me more!” “Aht! I’ve...I’ve been dreaming of you on your knees eating my pussy while fingering my ass, want...wanna taste you so fucking bad, Johnny!”
“Fuck,” he growls, no longer teasing you, and you can tell he’s desperate to give you whatever you want. “Keep going, babygirl!”
“Dreamt of you fucking me hard and fast, claiming and making me all yours! I wanna feel you so deep inside my pussy, baby!”
“Give it to me, sweetheart! Be a good girl and cum hard for me!”
Your body has been ready to obey anything Johnny has to say for years, so you’re not surprised that you squirt hard on his fingers as the words leave his mouth. You’d be embarrassed, but you’ve wanted this for so long that you just can’t be bothered to feel any shame. All the cards are laid on the table now, so he may as well see every side of you.
Not just the parts that are work appropriate.
Johnny grips your neck with his free hand before puling you upright and crashing his lips into yours, “who knew my perfect girl was so filthy?” he broods once you two break apart, still fucking you through your high.
“Need you, Johnny! Please!”
“I’m gonna take care of you, baby, I promise,” he smirks, removing his fingers and bringing them up to your lips, “open.”
Keeping your gaze on him, you open your mouth and stick your tongue, your pussy clenching around nothing at the feral growl that leaves his mouth.
“Suck ‘em clean, sweetheart,” he commands, as he gets down on his knees.
You feel his breath on your core when you remember, “not here!” you mumble around his fingers. “The cameras!”
You hear him mumble incoherent against your folds and you whine in pure want, needing one of you to come with a solution fast. Thankfully, Johnny’s on his feet almost instantly, taking your hand in his while he removes his fingers from your mouth, and pulls you along with him.
“Follow me, sweetheart,” he broods, practically jogging down the hall.
At least he’s just a desperate for you as you are for him.
He pulls you into the elevator with him, hits a button without even looking at it, before pinning you against the wall and kissing you passionately. One of his hands snakes its way up your skirt, and you moan into the kiss as he starts fucking you with two fingers.
“They’re cameras in here too,” you giggle with a breathy moan as he starts biting and sucking on your neck.
“A little making out in the elevator never hurt anyone,” he smirks before licking the spot he just bit.
“And how about getting fingered?”
“They can’t see that, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear before biting the shell of it.
Johnny Storm is gonna be the death of you.
When the elevator finally arrives at the floor he selected, you whine in protest when he removes his fingers, and is pulling you out of the elevator. In almost no time at all, he has you pinned against his bedroom wall and is kicking his door closed before getting on his knees.
“You don’t know how much I’ve gotten off to the thought of eating this perfect little pussy, baby,” he groans before licking your clit.
This must be what heaven feels like.
“Oh my fuck...Johnny! Yes!” you cry out, running your fingers through his soft brown locks, gripping them tight before grinding your your pussy against his face.
He easily slides two fingers into your soaked cunt, curling them as they give you a warm sensation. When you feel his lips pulling on your clit, you lull your head back and hike your right leg over his shoulder, granting him better access to your greedy cunt so he can fuck you deeper. His free hand travels up your side, finding yours, and he entwines his fingers with yours.
The small gesture makes your flutter and fall in love even more.
“I love you so much...Johnny! Need to feel you, please!”
Maybe it’s because it’s Christmas, or maybe it’s because he’s just as desperate as you, but your pleas doesn’t fall on deaf ears. He starts licking and sucking on your clit with such ferocity, you won’t be surprised if the whole hears you as you yell his name, a euphoric cloud washing over you as you coat his fingers and lower half of his face with your desire, gaining a grunt of approval from him as he fucks you through your high.
“I will be back down here tonight,” he promises as he kisses his way up your body, unzipping your skirt and letting it fall freely to the ground, “ but right now, I wanna get lost inside of you.”
“Please,” you whisper once he’s on his feet again, unbuckling his belt as quickly as you can.
“You sure you want this, sweetheart?”
“Too late to turn back now, and I don’t want to. I love you and I want this with you, I want everything with you.”
“God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that,” he smiles before crashing his lips into yours.
Clothes come off easily, and they’re no sounds other than the desperate and hungry kisses you both are giving one another. His skin is heated and his touches are soft and, for the moment, you can’t remember what the hell you were so afraid of. Being here with Johnny, like this, and having him all to yourself is all you’ve ever wanted. You know the fear will come back later when all is said and done, but with the way he looks at you, the way he holds you, and has always looked out for you, it’s hard to believe that he would ever hurt you.
It’s hard to believe that this isn’t meant to be.
“Lay back, baby,” you tell him breathlessly as you softly push him back, “I’m gonna take care of you tonight.”
“You are nothing like I imagined,” he smirks and you laugh softly.
“Is that good or bad?”
“So fucking good,” he broods as you dip down lick the tip of his heated length. “Fuck,” he sighs as he grips the sheets.
“Just relax, baby. Let your good girl make you feel good.”
No, giving Johnny Storm (aka the Human Fucking Torch) a blowjob probably isn’t your best interest, but you’ve dreamed about it too long to not do it.
You smooth your hand over his abs, your pussy clenching around nothing as you try and figure out how you got so lucky, while you’re hand strokes him in an attempt to prepare yourself for his size and length.
“Just relax,” you coo before finally getting your mouth on him, moaning in satisfaction at the taste of him.
“Shit! That’s it, babygirl! Fuck, just like that!” he moans as you start to take as much of him as you can.
Your movements are slow at first, taking more of him bit by bit as you relax your throat to accommodate him, falling in love with the way that you’re making squirm beneath you and breathe heavy. Once you’re finally able to fully accommodate him, you’re unable to to control yourself when you pick up your pace as your hand starts to play with his balls.
“FUCK Y/N!” he proclaims, eyes clenched shut as he tries to control himself.
You run your hand over his his abs in an attempt to calm him, but it’s useless because you’re too worked up yourself. You turn your gaze up towards him to find that his gaze on you is intense and heated. In fact, you’re more than sure you see a little orange tint around his eyes, and it only turns you on more to see how much you’re playing with fire.
Literally.
“Not gonna....fuck, I’m so....FUCK!” he exclaims, filling your mouth to the brim, bucking his hips a little as he fucks all of it into your mouth.
You ignore the desperate longing between your legs as you do your best to swallow everything he has to offer, wanting to make sure you don’t miss a single drop.
“You okay?” you smirk once you’ve cleaned him to your satisfaction.
“I need to be inside of you right now, get your ass on top of me,” he growls as you giggle.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll do it,” you promise as you straddle him, rocking your hips against his, your soaked lips dragging along his cock.
“I want you to do whatever you want...whatever will make you happy, sweetheart. I’m yours to use however you want,” he moans as his hands start to travel up your body.
“I want to make you as happy as you’ve always made me,” you moan, adjusting yourself so you can align him with your entrance. “I wanna show you just how much I love you...SHIT!” you cry out once you start to slide down on him.
You’ve never been so full and you’re not even half way down.
“Oh my GOD!” you whimper, loving the delicious burn of him stretching you. “Fuck!”
“Never had a cock this big before, sweetheart?” he questions with a cocky grin, with his mouth slightly agape.
“N-no, but...I can t-tell you’ve never been in a pussy t-this tight!” you moan, finally settling against his hips.”Tell me how good it feels baby,” you moan, pressing your hands against his chest, the hairs a welcome comfort as you dig your nails into his pecs.
“Fuck, best pussy I’ve ever been inside of,” groans as he grips your hips tight, the heat radiating from his hands sending you closer to release. “Thought having you like this to myself for so long, and God, you’re better than any fucking fantasy that I ever came up with...fuck! That’s it, baby!” he encourages as you pick up your pace, rolling your hips against him. “So fucking beautiful!”
“S-so fucking close!” you whine, clawing at his chest, finding that spot deep inside that only ever seemed to exist when you used your vibrator. “Aht, aht! YES!” you cry out, squirting hard as you try and ride out your high.
You’re only left in charge for a second before Johnny wraps an arm around yourself, and sits upright which only pushes him in further.
“FUCK!”
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, did you know that?” he broods, gripping your hips before starting fucking into you relentlessly.
“Johnny! Please...feels too good!”
“I’ve been watching you for so long, imagining what it would be like to be worthy of you...your love...fuck, the way this cunt squeezes me!”
“Never felt this good!”
“Gonna spend all night showing you just how much I love you...how much I’ve needed you,” he mumbles into your chest, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and licking it.
“Fuck!” you gasp, running your hands through his hair as you try to hold on, still tying to recover from the last orgasm.
His tongue is deliciously vicious against your nipple, showing no mercy at your desperate whimpers and pleas, not even when tears start forming in your eyes. You’ve never felt this good in your life, and while you’re more than sure you’ll be sore tomorrow, it’ll be more than worth it. You’ve been waiting for this forever and there’s nothing that could make you regret it.
You’ll never regret giving all of yourself to him.
“Mmm Johnny! Too much!”
“I know you can give me more,” he encourages with a husk, looking up to see you in your blissed out state. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he groans, his skin getting just a bit hotter, sending you over another euphoric waterfall.
At some point, you’re going to need to remember to invest in aloe.
“Ya know, I don’t think my bed has ever been this wet,” he chuckles, before getting you on your back and starting to fuck into relentlessly. “I think I wanna make this a nightly thing,” he husks, entwining fingers with one of your hands, while the other is planted firmly by your head.
“Oh my GOD!”
“What do you think about that, babygirl? Hmm? Be my good girl during the day....my filthy, desperate little thing at night?”
“Johnny...” you sob, that knot in your core tightening again.
He dips down and whispers against your ear hotly, “I think that’s exactly how it should be. Cause you were made for me, just like I was made for you.”
You feel your legs start to tremble as another orgasm starts to build, and you truly wonder if you’ll be able to last the rest of the night after this one.
“C’mon babygirl, I need it. Please,” he rasps into the crook of your neck as his movements become erratic.
“Too much! I...I...FUCK!”
“Y/N!” he shouts as he fills you with his seed, you squirting on his cock, only soaking the bed even more.
As you fade out of consciousness, you try to remember if you’ve ever felt so full and loved in your life, and you’re pretty sure you haven’t.
“You okay, sweetheart?” you faintly hear him ask, and you only have enough energy to nod. “Did I take it too far for you?” he chuckles and you giggle.
“No baby, I just need a minute, “ you smile up at him. He dips down and starts peppering kisses all over your face and you start laughing, “don’t tell me that you’re a giant softie underneath that giant ego of yours.”
“You know it’s only for you. Its always only ever been for you,” he groans as he pulls out, before laying down beside you and pulling you close.
“And why is that, Johnny Storm?” you question as you lay your head on his chest, feeling secure and like you’re loved.
“Because I love you.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you,” he chuckles before kissing the top of your head.
“I don’t know if I should even bother giving you the actual Christmas gift I got you,” you smirk as you start to press soft kisses along his chest.
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he sighs, and you can tell he’s getting worked up all over again.
“Hmm? Why’s that?” you ask, propping yourself up on one arm, while the other softly stokes his chest.
“Because,” he starts, cupping your cheek and stroking it gently, “you were all that I wanted, and it’s been that way for a long time now, Y/N. You were all that I had on my Christmas wish list.”
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She Ra fantastic four Au?
Hmmmm. Hordak almost have to be DOOM, but he really can't keep it up. Might be some humour in that. Especially if we cast Entrapta as Squirrel Girl.
DOOM IS MOST VEXED BY PRETTY GIRL!
Imp can be Valeria von Doom. I almost never give him a prominent role, so he can be the royal brat, as a treat.
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Feeding The Flames: This Is Dolce...
Summary- Johnny Storm x You. 2.3k. Johnny looks so good on stage at a ceremony in that suit. Yes, THAT SUIT. It just stirs something in you that you need to have taken care of right away, which leaves the two of you sneaking off once again.
Warnings- Male receiving oral, like one moment of name calling, choke hold because lately that has been my thing. 18+ Only Blog.
A/N- self indulgent piece due to some discussion with @americasass81 and @justalonelyslytherin discussing Johnny Storms Suit Thank you for reading. Sharing and comments are so appreciated!
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You and Alicia proudly watched from your table in the front while both of your men, as well as Sue and Richard, were giving a recount of events as well as the findings that resulted from that mission to a NASA hosted function. 
You leaned to your friend, whispering softly to her to not disrupt the speech Richard was currently giving about the energy levels needed to result in such drastic physical changes to the team. 
“Ben is looking like he is handling it well.” You mentioned, watching as he gave shy little waves at the camera's flickering lights. Alicia smiled proudly. 
"Ben was really nervous this morning about it, but we worked through it. He is slowly starting to see how special he is.” You were so proud of Ben, out of everyone, his reaction had come at a big cost for him. Seeing him embrace who he was now was a big step, one that you admired him for. He handled the questions thrown out at him like he had been doing this all his life. Alicia tilted her head, listening to the crowd around the two of you. “How is Johnny doing?” 
You snorted as you took a sip from the mojito gracing your table. “He is fine, he loves that spotlight.” Sure enough, Johnny was happily answering questions directed at him, his hand smoothing down the front of his black suit on occasion. The action made you grin to yourself, recalling how earlier he tore through the closet debating about which to wear. 
“I wanna look good Y/N.” 
You had been sitting at your vanity applying your makeup, the dress you chose already hanging and waiting for you. “Johnny, you look good in any of your suits.” You stated as he gave a bit of a whine in frustration, pulling out another and stuffing it back. You knew that this was important to him so you took some pity on him. “You know which one I absolutely find you handsome in through, that Dolce.” 
“Dolce… Dolce… Dolce…Oh yes, that is a good one.” He muttered as he pulled it out and held it up to look it over, a sly grin growing on his face. “Wasn’t this the one…?” 
“Yes, yes it was.” You winked at him in the mirror as you were applying your foundation. “Can’t look at you in that suit without thinking about that night.” 
It was settled, Johnny donned the suit of your suggestion and now admiring him in it on stage, you couldn't help the way your body responded. The white shirt clung to his chest, the black suit jacket made his shoulders really filled out and broad looking and the long dark pants gave him a long-legged appearance that you just knew his ass looked perfect in if he would just turn around. 
And there it was, he tilted just enough to take a picture with his sister on the stage and you had to bite your lip. Your man had an ass you simply wanted to sink your teeth into and have on occasion. 
“I think they are finishing up?” Alicia questioned from next to you, the requests starting to die down and more flashes of cameras as the group posed together. They started to trickle off the stage for now. 
“Yup, they are coming back over right now.” You beamed at Johnny as he rejoined the table, his hand sweeping along your bare back and dropping a kiss on your mouth. “You guys looked great up there.” you directed the compliment at everyone. 
“Thanks, the questions this time were really interesting.” Richard started, you nodding in agreement while your hand fell beneath the table, giving Johnnys thigh a suggestive squeeze while brushing your hand against the front of his slacks. 
Next to you, you felt some heat radiating from him, a clear sign that he got the message. Now, you wanted him now. He was quick to glance at your drink. “Come on, let's go refill your drink.” He grasped your hand and tugged you from your seat, leaving behind the rest to converse as he steered you away from the bar, you were sure there must have been a heated mark in the dip of your back where he had his hand resting, steering you. 
You were about to head to the parking lot, figuring that he was taking you to the limo when he twisted the two of you around the back of the front desk and crashed into the coat room. You wasted no time in turning into Johnny, hands cupping his face as your lips planted on his hungrily. “I thought you were going to the car.”
“You looking at me like that and how am I supposed to get to the car Y/N?” He tilted his kisses to run down your neck, hands clasping your ass through your dress to arch you into him. “Coat room is the best I can do right now.” 
Your eyes closed at those heated nips at your pulse, bracing against him as you rubbed into him. “It works, add it to our bucket list.” You wrapped a hand in his hair and tugged, pulling him back to kiss him hungrily again, your tongue waring with his while you moaned at the taste of him. A taste you wanted more of. “I need you to fuck my mouth, Johnny.” Pulling away, you push him back enough to bounce against the hanging coats, hiking up your dress so you wouldn't get it dirty. 
“Wait!” Johnny tugged on someone's jacket, tossing it down while you kneeled in front of him, looking up at him with ruined lipstick and excitement. Maybe later you would feel bad about dirtying someone's jacket, maybe later you will look back on this moment and wonder why you didn't have more self-control to wait till you get home. But that was all later, now everything filling your vision was Johnny standing over you, wild blue eyes blazing almost black with excitement and swollen pink lips where you two were messy in your kisses. “Fuck Baby, I’m gonna ruin your lipstick.” He was unbuckling his belt, his bulge so close to your face that you ran your nose along his shaft through the pants while fumbling with his zipper. 
“Just don’t ruin my hair.” 
“I can’t make promises.” He stuttered while you yanked his pants down enough to have room. His cock tenting his briefs now, you moved those too, wrapping your hands around him and rubbing your palms against velvet soft skin, throbbing veins and lapped your tongue over his swollen red mushroom top to taste salty pearls leaking from him already. 
“If you dont, I wont forgive you.” You assured him before your lips wrapped around him to suck. Your eyes were still lifted to watch his reaction, which was just as you hoped. 
His jaw tensed and his eyes just about went cross while his body tensed in the suit, your hand braced against a muscled thigh confirmed that. “Shit.” He muttered as you pulled back to kiss and lick all along his shaft, spitting to get him good and slick so your hands could work him. In his best efforts, he braced his hand against the nearby wall, doing everything he could not grab your hair. You appreciated his efforts, considering you worked hard to look good tonight. “Woman you are gonna make me lose it.” 
“That's the plan hot stuff.” You directed your mouth to suck kisses against his adonis belt, lapping your tongue along the crease till he gave a grunt above you and a warning look, making you grin. Settling back a bit more, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue to press his cock into your mouth, still working him one handed around his wide girth. A series of cusses erupted above you that felt like praises. 
You loved destroying Johnny like this. Sucking him off was one of your favorite acts of service you performed on him and everytime hearing him just loose his control, even a little bit gave you the rush you thrived on. Your hands worked what your mouth couldn't fit. 
“I know you can fit all of me.” His tone dropped, no longer the fun loving Johnny that was out on stage earlier. But a commanding one that had you squirming in your kneel. A warm oversized hand cupped the side of your face, feeling how you stretched around him. His hand dropped, squeezing lightly around your throat. “Come on Babygirl, lemme feel you swallow my cock like a good slut does.” 
You could have came right there, feeling a rush in your panties that clung to your folds, your hands fisting in his pants to steady yourself as you whined needily, your gaze going from triumphant to a desperate pleading. 
Yes, yes you wanted to be his good slut, a good slut swallows. You relaxed and did your best, gagging around him as he praised you, fucking into your throat just a little more each time. "I bet your pussy is just throbbin', huh baby? You are so fucking ruined looking already."
Tears leaked from the corner of your eyes and your makeup now was ruined as messy as you have gotten, but you relished in this, watching him above you while he took over to finish, knowing that he would shoot his load down your throat and all while someone could burst through that door to collect a coat to find you here on your knees worshiping him. 
The things that Dolce suit could do to you. 
“I'm gonna come down your throat.” Johnny hissed, his head tilting back and adam's apple bopping in time with his thrusts. Your face pressed into his pelvis, your hands wrapping around his thighs to keep upright so he wouldn't grab you, it was at the last moment you felt him grab at the back of your head and pull you back enough to fill your mouth. “Fuck…” He stuttered as he immediately let go while you jerked him off, doing your best to swallow his spend down so you two didn't have a mess to figure out how to clean up. “I'm sorry Baby, I didn’t mean to.” Johnny stammered as your tongue lashed over his cock's head, panting for air.
You weren't upset, if anything you wished he had pulled harder now, left you unable to fix it. Let everyone know what he did to you. When you let him slide from your mouth, you glanced up, your eyes widening in alarm at the smoke curling off his shoulders. “Johnny! You are smoking.” 
“Why thanks baby…” He started and you frantically shook your head, pointing at his shirt. “Oh shit!” He smacked at his chest to smother it, scowling at his shirt as you giggled at his feet. “This is the Dolce!” Johnny sputtered with a scowl before glancing at you, while you covered your mouth in an attempt to keep your giggle smothered. “I got so damn worked up.” 
“It’s just the shirt, everything is else is still intact. Can you fix my hair?” Johnny worked on fixing your hair that he had messed up, luckily it wasn't too bad. You tucked him away before taking his offered hands to help you up. “How is my makeup?” You ran a finger along your bottom lip, cleaning off the last of his release. 
Eyes scanned over your features, his fingers tracing along the tops of your cheeks. “I mean… yeah you looked fuck but it's not too bad.” He turned to search in some nearby jacket pockets for a pack of travel tissues that he finally scored. “Tilt your face up so I can clean you up Y/N.” He was careful wiping away any smudges he could, trusting him since you didn’t have a pocket mirror. Your purse you had left in Alicia’s care when you two left the table. “Okay, best I’m gonna be able to do. Fuck you look hot.” He grinned while you straightened your dress. 
“Don’t start or else you are gonna burn the rest of your suit.” You reached for the jacket to smack out any dirt you got on it. “It’s not too dirty, right?” 
“Nah, it’s fine. Probably not even the worst thing that's happened to it.” Johnny informed, but tucked a twenty bill into the pocket, just to make up for it. He was working on buckling his belt when his name started to be announced once more. 
“Johnny Storm, can you please approach the stage?” 
You both looked at each other in surprise as you got the door open, pushing him out of the coat closet. “Hurry up, before they come looking for us.” 
Johnny wasn’t about to enter the main room once more without you on his arm, he hooked his arm around your waist, hand heatedly resting on your hip as he led you back into the main event, sliding back into his public face, good natured smile putting everyone at ease for his absence. 
You on the other hand, flustered and still coming back from what just happened looked slightly sheepish while he brought you back to your seat. “Be right there!” He said as he cupped your face, giving you a very passionate kiss, which of course the camera was honed in on. It took your breath away, making you clutch for a moment at his suit before he pulled away, dropping to your ear. “I’m so going to ruin your pussy in the limo later.” With a wink, he let you go, leaving you at the table to imagine what he had in store for you after this was over. 
Alicia slid a drink over to you, which you took to sip from, letting the alcohol burn in a way only it could. “One day you two are gonna get caught you know.” 
You looked up at the stage to see no one on there was the wiser as to what you and Johnny had been up to, he had managed to hide the slight burn mark on the shirt. Sue and Richard were distracted by the photographers and Ben looked like he was ready to be done with all of it at this point. Johnny, well Johnny looked like he always did- like he was a professional at working the crowd. 
“But today is not one of those days Alicia.” And you downed the rest of the glass.
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jordanparker · 2 years
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hear me out, no-powers assistant peter and tony is his boss thats in love with him but doesnt want to do anything. one day the fantastic four show up (before the accident in space) and theyre looking for some funding since victor von doom didnt want to sponsor them. peter convinces tony to fund them and also convinces tony that he should go with too cos he could represent SI. so the day of the mission, tony gifts him a little spider that peter had been trying to get his hands on since his oscorp days and tells him to bring it onto the trip to remember him by.
so the whole accident goes on except peter's dna merges with the spiders and thats how he gets his powers. cue frantic tony down on earth trying to form some sort of communication link and just breaking down because he thinks peters dead.
and then peter wakes up in the hospital and he just feels tony passed out in a chair next to his bed, holding his hand and he figures out his abilities when tony wakes up and tries to pull his hand away. but he cant cos their hands are stuck together.
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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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bonefall · 1 month
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When Thunder stays with Clear Sky for a while, does Clear ever insist on referring to him as Thunder Sky?
Towards the end yes, as the final detail to Thunder Storm that Clear Sky doesn't love him. He wants to ERASE him.
If Clear Sky recognizes he's made a mistake in casting Bright Storm away with their child, he's incapable of seeing it was wrong because it was cruel. He wants what he realizes he threw away, because he now sees it has value. He wants to own his oldest son the way he wants to own the entire forest-- as a reflection of his greatness.
Anything that makes Clear Sky uncomfortable about Thunder Storm has to be sanded down. The assertiveness was the first thing, he feels insecure when he's challenged, the child must learn to follow before he may learn to lead.
The second is that leg, presenting a prosthetic as a gift (that he isnt allowed to refuse), because he can't have been wrong about the choice that killed his younger brother-- here is a SOLUTION that simply didn't exist before! Behold how resourceful and wealthy his cats are, compared to your old group. We've fixed you.
(This prosthetic is a clunky piece of shit that is annoying to strap on every day, gets in the way and makes a ton of noise, and itches like hell, but the change in Clear's demeanor is immediate if Thunder doesn't wear it.)
But somehow, Thunder Storm was willing to take all of that. In hindsight, it bothers him that the tipping point wasn't the other two things.
Bright Storm gave her son her own last name. When Clear Sky sent them away and the Mountain Cats permanently split, it was pointed. "My only survivor is named for myself." SHE would raise him, alone.
Bright Storm herself slowly seemed to lose sight of the meaning, encouraging him to understand his father's good aspects, but in the meanwhile it took on a new meaning to Thunder. His mother raised him. He found a father in Shaded Flower. He grew up next to Lightning Cry and Acorn Swoop. Thunder Storm means this. It's the person he made himself, and the love they've all put into him.
Thunder SKY is just another monument to Clear Sky, stripping away the life he lived without him. And WHY? For ego? For comfort?
"What am I letting him DO to me?!"
It wasn't the final STRAW, but it was the tipping point. Once Thunder Storm had this realization, the minute he was not going to budge on something, that confrontation was inevitable. The blowout fight was making reservations.
Sunlit Frost is still the breaking point, the injury from his burn going sour, but I'm going to emphasize the way that Clear Sky only called that meeting in the first place as an abuse game. Thunder Storm knew it was coming-- but it still sickens him that it was something THIS monstrous.
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rraaaarrl · 2 months
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Deep Down in Doom's Secret Lab
(or one of them, you know he has several)
Doom thought back to how mundanely they began, a riddle to solve, borne out of curiosity. He never thought he would enjoy working side by side with that smug Richards, puzzling through the Problem (as it came to be known later) in parallel. Not that Doom could ever admit that aloud, rabid wolves could never drag that bitter truth out of him, he would rather the earth open up and swallow him into its gaping maw. But that thought persisted in the back of his head, intruding on other mental calculations. It concerned him that Richards was, above all else, a distraction. And they were so close! Too close.
The arcane machinery hummed and purred. Doom glanced at the back of Richards. His was silhouette bathed in the unnatural green glow of his monitor. It occurred to Doom that Richards was unnaturally subdued. But then after all he had been through? He could hardly blame him. Doom was not above empathy, after all.
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soranatus · 6 months
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Mr. Fantastic & The Invisible Woman - 1960’s. By Luis Valero-Suarez
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since i decided i wanted to make Reed a butch lesbian, because not enough butches, i started thinking about Doom, even though this is a Spider-Man AU and Doom probably won't even show up, but, you know, I got carried away by a wave of lesbianism and wanting to draw fancy dresses
(crops below the readmore cause this pic ended up a big sketch dump)
I wanted Doom to be... like....... kind of glamorous but also versatile... it seemed like the right choice since regular doom is himself very vain etc. so i thought she ought to also be vain and gorgeous, and vary the way she dresses between things like tailored three piece suits with long coats, and evening gowns, and of course the armor.
adding the pic again just to refresh—
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it was interesting to think about how a female doom might present herself differently, and take influence from various comics and other sources (thinking about the gold mask dr. doom wore in a specific comic for example). The one eye thing just kind of occurred to me while I was drawing and I decided to run with it—one thing was for sure though, i wanted her to be stacked. big tits and big biceps. i figured with her face all fucked up she might still want to draw attention to her impeccable cleavage also so i put some gold glitter on her tits in that velvet gown.
obviously the armor is exactly the same as male doom cause, well, idk if you know this, but large round breastplates fit boobs also.
i think that doom being a lesbian would really make the stuff with valeria's namesake/doom's first love extra crazy though like... god... i'm thinking about it...
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anyway a little bit of doomreed, who am i to say no to bitter gay exes—and a college photo of the trio. reed is very tall, and ben and victoria are... well i guess victoria counts as slightly tall and ben counts as average. but next to tall lanky butch reed they both look short. i was trying to channel a very specific kind of "photos of butch lesbians from the 80s and 90s" vibe for Reed with the short broad tie and the high waisted slacks and men's haircut, and i think i got that. ben looks kind of generic but it's like. one of those things. it's jeans and a t-shirt, that shit has looked the same for like 50 years. maybe i should've tucked his shirt into his jeans or something, higher waist... lol
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obv posted this pic higher up but i was thinking about clothes and how to differentiate reed from the other menswear-heavy characters (like peter, and octavius) and thinking about some outfits i've seen reed actually wear in comics, and aside from the F4 costume, which i'd imagine reed wears the most often—for regular clothes the kind of slouchy casual, slightly outdated look seemed like it was just the right style... like she probably wears ties sometimes still but mostly only if she's gotta go to something formal, you know?
and as you can see, sue is 5'6"
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anyway i knew for sure i wanted Reed to be very masculine, a very specific kind of butch. basically taking reed's handsome DILF/absent-minded professor aura and transposing that onto a lesbian who still calls herself "Mr."
basically she looks exactly the same but with a slight modification to her figure. lmao. she's the kind of butch who gets asked if she's a man or a woman in public a lot. well. not anymore i guess, if the fantastic four are celebrities (though maybe in a weirder more invasive way...)
anyway,
lost in the sauce (butches)
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Substitute Fantastic Four
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Fanfic ideas swim in my head like carp in a koi pond; aesthetically pleasing, but expiring when removed from their native habitat.
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Roo’s Campus AU Masterlist
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First Semester (Timeline)
Book Smart (Steve Rogers, MCU)
Below Average (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)
Overdue (Curtis Everett, Snowpiercer)
Straightlaced (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob)
Apple of His Eye (Jake Jensen, The Losers)
Heated (Johnny Storm, Fantastic Four)
Quick Study (Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, MCU)
Second Semester
Fresh Meat (Thor, MCU)
Messy (Bucky Barnes, MCU)
Unspoken Crimes (Frank Castle and Billy Russo, The Punisher, MCU)
Prerequisite (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)
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krirebr · 3 months
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For your moodboard game:
Johnny Storm
Blue
"I'm the bad guy that's fine, it's no fault of mine and some justice at last will be served" (yes it's a song from the tangled show 😅)
I think I went vaguely hitman with this one? I don't know, but I like it. I hope you do too, Jaqui!
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thedcicons · 2 months
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Carpe Noctem 4
Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulatin, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)
Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.
Part of The Club AU
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Sundays feel like you have a second job as you tend to everything that’s been neglected during the week. Switching to alpha shift is always hardest as he resets his clock to be at the station by five in the morning. You pity him, your shifts are early but steady; the weeks don’t differ even if your job presents new experiences daily.
Once the apartment is clean you start on dinner, packing some leftovers for his lunch and prepping breakfast for the morning. When that’s done and you’ve eaten, it’s almost time to go to bed. Johnny’s in the shower and you’ll have one of your own after. As you wait, you scroll on your phone.
A puff of steam precedes him as the click of the door draws your attention. He enters with only a towel on, a trickle of water on his abs. You smile at him over the top of your phone.
“Oh, who’s got you so bubbly?” He challenges as he goes to his dresser and pulls out a pair of boxers.
“You,” you say as you put your phone down and stand. “It’ll be nice being on the same shift again.”
“Yeah,” she shrugs and drops his towel, pulling on his boxers before stepping over the damp heap. “I’m gonna stretch out and watch some TV.”
“Alright, I’ll get washed up.”
“Good idea,” he snorts and snaps his knuckles across your ass as he passes.
You squeal and he chuckles. You scoop up his wet towel and take it with you. You hang it over the bar as you enter the bathroom and you gather up the dirty clothes he left on the tile. You take those to the hamper and return to start up the shower with a fresh pair of your pajamas.
The water is lukewarm. The building really only offers a good ten minutes of hot water at a time and he was in there for a while. You wash up and get out to go about your moisturizing ritual, tweezing your brows and a few stray hairs on your chin. You’re not overly zealous about your looks but your self-care is your time.
You enter the bedroom in your cotton pajamas, a pair of shorts and a button up tee. As you go to drop your old clothes in the hamper, you notice Johnny is chewing his thumb at his phone. No, not his, yours.
“What’s going on?” You go to the bed as he keeps his thumb scrolling.
“Your phone kept going off,” he tosses it onto your side of the bed, “I was just tryna shut the damn ringer off.”
“Oh,” you grab it and put it back on the night stand as you crawl in next to him.
“Mmm, you smell like yourself again,” he gives a deep whiff. “You smell like my girl.”
“Johnny, I told you–”
“I know what you said but I don’t know if I believe you.”
You withhold a sigh. You don’t say anything. Arguing will only make him more adamant.
“You know I love you,” you lean over to kiss him. He shifts so you peck his cheek.
“I thought you did,” he slumps back against his pillow and glares at the television. 
“You know I do,” you touch his arm gently.
He sniffs and tilts his head, “I don’t want you going out anymore.”
“I’m sorry, but the twins–”
“You gotta decide who’s more important; me or the twins,” he huffs. “I can’t marry a party girl.”
You’re quiet. You swallow and stare at him, almost breathless. “Marry?”
“One day, yeah. When you’re ready,” he says pointedly.
🎀
You come out of the daycare centre, tired to the bone as you drag your feet across the parking lot. Monday’s are usually a bit unpredictable but that day was entirely wild. The kids were like animals, restless and rambunctious. You’re happy to be done, even if you still have to drive home and make dinner.
You come to the far corner where you like to park. It’s in the shade and out of the way of the parents coming and going. As you get to your spot, you slow as you see a figure leaning nonchalantly on your hood. You stop short and your mouth falls open before snapping shut.
“You seem like the kid type,” Lloyd says as he tilts his head, arms crossed over his chest, “you got that motherly touch and all.”
You blink at him, dumbfounded. You say nothing and clutch your keys. You don’t know what to say. You have no idea how he found you or why he would bother. The purple blotch on his cheek might suggest a reason.
You go around the car as you ignore him and unlock only the driver’s side. He steps away from the hood and follows you. You turn and point your key at him sharply.
“Don’t come any closer,” you warn.
“Hey, I’m not doing anything,” he puts his hands up, “I'll keep my hands to myself if you do the same. I'm just here to talk.”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” you insist as you press your other hand to the handle on the car door.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t know you.”
“We can change that, sweet cheeks,” he winks.
“How did you– you know what, doesn’t matter. I don’t care. Go away.”
You open the car door and swing into the seat. As you try to close it, he catches it from the other side, holding it in place as he leans over to see you.
“Your friends are… talkative when they’re drinking,” he smirks, “told me all about you. And Johnny. Sounds like a real prize.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know everything I need to know,” he taunts, “enough to know that you need, nay, you deserve more than that two pump chump.”
You roll your eyes and pull on the door. He’s strong as it doesn’t budge an inch from his grasp. He chortles and lets go as you try again and the door slams. He bends down and looks at you through the window.
“Go take care of the man child,” he sneers, “you can hit me up when you’re ready to be taken care of.”
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