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cottagecheese1 · 4 months

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Unhinged worlds 1

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

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"Mom, you know I've never met this man before, right?", you said with a slightly worried tone, your mother gives you an exasperated sigh and walked her way over to you, gripping your shoulders.

"Honey please, I just got married, I don't understand why you can't be happy for me this once.", you wrapped your arms around her neck and hugged your mother, she was right, you needed to see the best in this situation right now.

"I'm sorry mom, I am happy for you, it's just a lot to adjust to right now.", You gave your mother a slight smile and pulled away from her.

She gave you a smile back and responded, "oh I think you'll be okay; he has a son around your age, he's adopted but I think you two would like each other."

The smile on your face widened a little bit, your mouth opened once again to speak, but came to an abrupt stop as you saw an unfamiliar man stand behind your mother and give her a slight peck on the head.

Your mother giggled slightly and stepped back to stand by the man, "Honey, this is Andy, Andy this is my daughter.", your mother said as she spilled out your name back to the man beside her.

Andy unwrapped his arm around your mother's shoulder, and walked towards you, opening his arms forward to embrace you in a hug. This caught you off guard because for someone you just met, he seemed to be a little too touchy with you, but you thought nothing more of it, thinking it might just be the way your new stepfather expresses his feelings.

"It is so nice to finally meet you sweetie, I've heard so much about you." Andy said with a wide grin on his face, as he held you a little too tight for your own comfort.

As Andy was speaking to you, nodding your head once in a while at his banter. You heard a voice faintly behind Andy come closer.

"Dad, when will you let Colin come over, I'm fucking dying too actually-who is that?", you looked to see a younger guy with a buzzcut, and light blue eyes come out from behind Andy to get another good look at you.

Andy took a deep breath and gave a slight glare to the boy who shoved past him to you "Johnny, this is-", Andy was quickly stopped in the middle of his introduction when Johnny decided to introduce himself to you first.

"I'm Johnny, Johnny Storm, but you can call me whatever you like sweets", Johnny said with a smug grin as he took a step closer to you, and you instinctively took a step back from the muscular man, mumbling out an "okay.." and you adverted your gaze down to your feet.

It seemed a little rude once you actually processed what you just said, making yourself seem passive and unwelcoming, but for some reason you just felt shy around both of these new men, men that are now a part of your family, men that you are now permanently living with.

Johnny chuckled and continued to try to keep the conversation alive, even though his father stood sternly right behind him. Andy quickly shut down his next spill of flirtatious chatter when he saw how visibly uncomfortable you looked.

"Johnny, this is your new stepsister, don't be disrespectful.", Andy said with a warning, but Johnny just nodded and shrugged him off, giving you a playful wink and walking away with a slight skip, boosting himself over the curve of the driveway.

"Sorry about him, he just never runs out of energy ya know?" Andy says with a slight chuckle at the end. You smiled slightly and gave him a nod of reassurance.

"It's perfectly fine, doesn't bother me." You said quietly before adverting your gaze from him once again.

"Well, if he does, just come tell me and I'll go talk to him, I'd hate it if you felt uncomfortable in any way." Andy said with a slightly sympathetic look on his face.

Your mother took an earful of this moment, and decided to express her love for it "Oh Andy, you're too sweet, we both appreciate whatever you do for us."

Andy smiled brightly, still keeping his eyes glued to you, "Just doing what anyone would do" he responded.

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After a long day of moving boxes and making conversation, your social battery seemed to run out completely, wanting nothing more than to lay in bed and finally relax. Except it was only 3 in the afternoon.

With a lot of procrastination, you finally got out of bed and decided to dig through the fridge to find something to drink, making your way to the kitchen, until you heard a knock at the front door.

Thats weird? You weren't expecting anyone, maybe it's just one of those people who give out pamphlets about polar bears for no reason.

Making your way over to the door hesitantly, deciding if you really want to stand in the doorway and talk about how you can stop global warming for 30 minutes, but there also was a chance that it was actually somebody important.

Twisting the knob and opening the door to find a decently attractive man who looked to be around Johnny's age standing patiently. He twisted his head towards you and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, you're not Johnny." the man said with a slight smile on his face, and you nodded in agreement before responding.

"Um, if you're here for him, I guess you can come in." you responded as you took a step back to let him enter. He chuckled, walking past you to stand next to you as the door shut.

"Thanks sweetheart, I don't think I've met you before, I'm sure I would've remembered a cutie like you", he said playfully as your cheeks heat up slightly at the sudden comment.

"I-um, no we haven't met before, I think Johnny is in his room." You responded quickly before trying to walk away.

"Wait, hold on, I didn't get your name." the man said as he chased after you slightly, and you mumbled out your name slightly, waiting for him to reciprocate the action.

"Oh right, I'm Colin." You nodded once again.

"Nice to meet you, Colin.", deciding to try and end the conversation here so you could continue scavenging for a drink.

"Ok, ok, I can get a hint, I'll see you around sweetheart." He said as he gave you a wink before walking away.

What was weird about that is he kind of acts the same way Johnny does, but maybe that's why they're friends, of course people like other people that are similar to them, you felt stupid once you actually thought about it.

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Once you made your way into the kitchen, finally getting one step closer to what you wanted, except Andy was also in the kitchen leaning on the kitchen counter nursing a beer that he put down almost immediately at your presence.

"Honey, you scared me, did you need something?" He said and let out a sigh of relief that it was just you.

"I came to get a drink." You responded simply, just like the rest of you, Boring and simple.

"Of course..but could I talk to you about something honey, I just want to make sure there's no tension between us." He said softly, pushing himself off of the counter and towards you.

You gave Andy a nod of reassurance to continue, settling for a bottle of water as you sat down on the bar stool, right across where Andy was standing.

"I know your shy sweetie, but I want to let you know that you can tell me anything, your mother told me about your father, and I think it's important that you have a man in your life, someone that can take care of you honey, all of your wants and needs." Andy said softly, walking around the counter to stand behind you.

Your eyes widened as he rubbed circles on your back, your mother hasn't mentioned your father in years to you. She knows it's a sensitive subject for you to talk about, you doubt that your mother wouldn't have mentioned that to Andy.

"I-um-I don't really like to talk about my dad." you said with a slight tremble in your voice as you felt your throat get tighter, and your eyes get glassy with tears.

Your father died when you were only 9 but it felt like yesterday to you. Of course, you miss him, but you would rather not talk about it then mourn him every day.

Andy saw your eyes start to water, and your muscles start to tense. He just cooed at you lovingly, his hand moved off your back and moved directly behind you to wrap his arms around your shoulders.

"Oh sweetie, I know it's hard to talk about your feelings, but I want you to trust me, so I can be a good daddy and take care of you, don't you want that?" Andy said quietly while resting his chin on your shoulder.

Lost for words was one thing, you felt dumb, talking to you like a child, but deep down you found it strangely comforting. Andy walked back in front of you and grabbed your chin, tilting your head up softly with his fingers.

"You're my special little girl, I want you to know that honey." Andy added, while stroking your face like it was the most delicate thing in the world.

Trying to avoid eye contact with him was hard because than you couldn't help but feel tears run down your cheeks, maybe you did feel like Andy actually cared about you.

Andy suddenly pulled you closer to his chest while shushing you, pecking the top of your head once in a while. Hearing a faint noise of chatter coming closer to you made your head perk up with warning, you didn't want to anybody to see you cry today, especially over something you should've got over years ago.

"Hey dad I-what happened?" Johnny said as he skipped in the kitchen nosily, Colin standing right beside him, watching the scene unfold in front of him.

Looking from Andy's chest in embarrassment, watching the three men surrounding you, well mostly two in concern. This made more anxiety pump up in your chest and suddenly you darted down the hallway to your bedroom, where you should have stayed all along.

Ignoring the faint calls for your name and shutting the door behind you. Locking it and sliding down against your wall, finally letting all the sobs you've been keeping in until now. Great, now you won't hear the end of it tomorrow. Maybe a new family wasn't such a great idea after all.

A/n: It's been a minute since I posted ya'll, but I also just had a random urge to write a series with four hot men in it. Part two will be coming soon!

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IMPORTANT INFO ~ As always this is intended for an adult audience only. Minors do not interact! 18+ only - no exceptions. You do not have permission to translate, copy, or steal my work. If you see my work any place other than here or ao3 it has been posted without my consent.

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About the event: New year means a new writing event. It's been awhile since I did my last one so I thought the new year would be the perfect opportunity to have one. Plus, kiddo is now back to school so I have more time to write. Yay! How to request: Please use this form to send it your requests.

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cyclops-was-left · 14 days

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Akihiro and Johnny cameo from Secret Wars Issue #1 Varient

#daken akihiro #johnny storm #the human torch #marvel #dark wolverine

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royalsweetteaa · 2 years

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Shameless ménage

Pairing: dark!stepfather!Andy Barber x innocent!naive!reader x dark!soft!Johnny Storm

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - the following contains: non-con/Dark themes, love triangle, stepcest, loss of virginity, mentions of obsessive/impulsive/possessive behavior, character death, angst, mention of period, power imbalance, daddy kink, breeding kink, mention of blood, innocent/naive reader, degradation, manipulation, somnophilia.

Summary: You live with two men in the house; your stepdad, - Andy Barber who had married your mother before she had passed away, and Johnny Storm, - who Andy is the Godfather of. What you once called a family was turning into a household full of malice intentions.

“It’ll get better. I promise.” Johnny whispered, and gave you a kiss on the forehead while he let you cry on his chest. You were standing by the graveyard, watching as they dug dirt over to the hole where your mother’s casket was now lying.

While everything hurt so bad, you took Johnny’s word to heart because you knew if anyone understood best of how you were feeling, it was him, - he who at a younger age had lost both of his parents in an accident that would turn his life as he knows it.

His parents’ death was how he was given to Andy, his godfather, the man who at Johnny’s baptism had made a promise to Mr and Mrs Storm to guide and support Johnny if anything were to happen. Susan, his sister, moved to her own godparents, which ultimately separated the siblings as there was no other way to keep them together, — one that would financially suffice anyway. Andy already had a son of his own, and he could only give as much support of covering everyone’s needs. Johnny eventually accepted the separation, and become like a son of the Barber’s.

A few years later and Andy’s wife, Laurie, filed for divorce and custody over Jacob out of the blue as she had in her own words; fallen out of love. This broke Andy and sent him to a dark place where he neglected Johnny during his teen years, creating a bitter relationship. Johnny became more rebellious, not wanting to listen to anything Andy had to say and did things that got him in trouble.

Arguments and fights became daily between the two of them, and Johnny was determined to move out as soon as he turned 18.

When he did turn 18 though, he didn’t move out. Why? Because for once, they were blessed.

Andy had found a woman he had fallen in love with, and she had a daughter who was the same age as Johnny, who’s name was Y/N L/N — you. They married half a year later, and you could officially call each other family.

Johnny and Andy weren’t alone anymore and were now a completed family, with you and Johnny becoming soulmates. Your friendship blossomed beautifully, and Andy and your mother could tell from afar that you were getting along together well.

You had two perfect years of living together, going for family vacations and going to the same college with Johnny…

….and it all ended abruptly when you got a call that your mother had been in a car accident on your way home.

Now the three of you were standing in front of your mother’s grave after the funeral, planting flowers as you cried out what would hopefully be your last tears for a while. You hadn’t stopped crying for a week and it began to physically hurt your eyes. Andy had gone back to drinking to drown in his own sorrow, and you would occasionally hear him sobbing in his own room — the room he once shared with your mother.

You had once caught Andy late at midnight on the sofa, crying by himself with an empty bottle of whiskey on the floor. The image in front of you broke your heart and you didn’t think twice before you walked over and wrapped your hands around the man. You could tell he hadn’t expected the night to turn out like this, but he eventually returned the hug and let the tears continue to shed without shame.

“Thank God you’re here, Y/N…I don’t think I could live peacefully if we lost you too. I wouldn’t forgive myself if we lost you both at once…”

“It’s not your fault, Andy. Please don’t blame yourself….she was at the wrong place at the wrong time and…while it’s hard to accept she’s gone forever, we can only try and move on while having her in our hearts…” you said, this time without breaking down sobbing.

Andy buried his face into your shoulder, and you could only soothe him until he eventually fell asleep by his own. You put a blanket over him and left the living room.

That same night when you went to sleep in your own bed, you heard a creaking sound of what you recognized as your door opening. You lifted your head up to see Johnny standing there, having blood shot eyes as if he had been crying for hours. “Johnny?…” you mumbled out his name in question.

“…I can’t sleep.” Johnny confessed. “Could I sleep here? I’ll bring my own mattress and sleep on the floor…I just don’t want to be alone in my room.”

You rubbed your eyes and scooted to one side of your bed to give room. “You can sleep with me on my bed if you’d like. I’m sure you’ll fit right in…”

Your offer seemed to brighten Johnny’s mood with the timid smile that was forming on his lips. He walked over and sat himself on the edge before he put his feet up from the floor and laid down beside you. Your shoulders touched, and you noticed Johnny’s legs touched the end frame of the bed, but he didn’t seem to mind the narrow space.

He turned his head to look at you, and saw you were still awake with your eyes staring at the roof.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…” Johnny muttered an apology.

You sighed and shook your head. “It’s okay. I haven’t slept the way I should anyway…I always wake up exhausted because mentally I’ve been up all night.” You explained.

“Are you going to leave us?”

The question was so unexpected, it left you pondering for brief seconds over the meaning. “Why are you asking that?”

“Because obviously there’s nothing left for you here now that she’s —….” Johnny didn’t complete the sentence and instead asked, “Why else would you stay?”

You smiled sympathetically and stroked Johnny’s shoulder. “Because this is my home now, even though my mom isn’t here anymore. She would have wanted me to stay. I’m not leaving you, Johnny.”

For the first night since forever, you slept without any thoughts haunting you or experiencing sudden wake ups. From then on, it would become the routine of the week to have Johnny sleep with you in bed.

The last night Johnny slept over had you waking up confused in the morning. Your sheets and pajama pants had gotten sticky and semi stiff stains on them, and you couldn’t figure out what it was. You paid no mind to it and put both in the washer, relieved that the stains were removable when you took them out for drying.

For another few days it was quiet in the household. You and Johnny had dropped out this year of college as you didn’t complete the exams while being gone for so long due to your mother’s passing. You thought it was better to focus on yourself and only have a part time job as your mental health had declined, and you didn’t want another toll on your shoulder. Johnny had mutually agreed to do the same as he wasn’t making an effort to stay for school anyway. You worked part time as a waitress in a restaurant while Johnny worked at a Home Depot department.

One Saturday evening, Johnny was out with some friends and you knew from past experiences that he wouldn’t return before early in the morning. You were in bed, exhausted after a long day of work and decided to sleep early at 10:00 PM.

Around an hour later after you had fallen asleep, you felt a heavy weight sink onto your bed, and that weight would soon hover above and lay on your body. You felt hands touching and squeezing around your curves, and what made your eye flicker open was the texture of a beard tickling your neck and the smell of alcohol invading your nostrils.

You turned your head to see who it was, and you were bewildered to see it was your own stepfather, grinding against you with an open fly and his cock out, rubbing against your thigh.

“Andy?…What are you…” you muttered, unsure of what to make of the whole situation. Was this a nightmare? Or was this really happening right now?

“Shhh…it’s okay, honey…s’just me. Stay still, little one..go back to sleep…” Andy coaxed with a kiss on your cheek, and slid his hand under your pajama pants and through your panties, cupping your cunt as his index finger slid through your pussy lips.

“No, wait…this isn’t…”

You didn’t know what was going on, but you knew one thing for certain; this was wrong.

“Andy, please stop…I don’t think you should…”

“Relax…you don’t have to do anything, sweetie…let daddy take care of you..” Andy rasped and inserted a finger inside your tight cunt.

He must be drunk, you excused him.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing.

You tried to wriggle out of his grip but he only tightened it by having a hand wrap around your neck, forcing you to lay still. Tears began to spill from your eyes while Andy kept forcing his finger deeper inside of you. It hurt so much, yet somehow you couldn’t stop but draw pleasure from his forceful invasion.

Your cunt clenched around his finger, and you shivered as you heard a dark chuckle irrupt from Andy. “I knew you wanted this, honey. You’ve always had a little crush on me. Been lusting after your stepfather, haven’t you? Well, I’m sure you’ll be thrilled to know I’ve done the same.”

You whimpered when Andy lifted your one leg up and adjusted his position behind you, now having his fully erected cock poking at your cunt.

A rise of panic made you try giving your last efforts of removing yourself from him. You were a virgin. This couldn’t be the way you loose it. “No…please don’t! I haven’t-!”

“I know. I’ll be gentle.” He spoke softly, but you were far from relaxed of it. This version of him was absolutely frightful.

You were full on sobbing as you were feeling so conflicted from the whole experience. The man you were proud to call your new father was forcing himself on you, stealing your virginity for his taking.

Andy grunted and touched your clit as he licked the tears that were falling down from your cheeks. “Mmmh..honey, don’t cry. I’m being careful with your virgin pussy as much as I can. Calm down and loosen up. Let me fuck you good, baby.” Andy breathed out while continuing his movements.

The thrusts became harsher, and he moved you beneath him as he pounded into your pussy with your ass up high in the air. You buried your face into your pillow, hoping Andy would eventually finish and be done with you.

You whined and came so quickly, your pussy leaking from your orgasm which made Andy put more force into his pounding. His eyes shut with his mouth agape as he was about to release his load. He pulled out and began to jack off as he made you turn your face to look at him.

“Turn over…take my cum…” he ordered, flipping you and climbing over to have his cock right above your neckline. He jacked off a good minute before he splattered cum all over your face, making you squeeze your eyes together of the sudden eruption. He moaned as he squeezed out the last droplets and used his cock to smear the cum evenly, “there we go, sweetie…what an obedient stepdaughter you are…such a good whore for daddy..” he rasped out.

You felt a stinging pain when you looked down at your abdomen, and you saw a blood stain beneath, further giving confirmation that this had indeed happened and wasn’t just an awful dream.

Andy left your bedroom without uttering as much as another word, and his wobbling way of walking out confirmed he was anything but sober. Still, it didn’t make you feel any less hurt and broken from his forced invasion of your body. He stole your first and it made you feel beyond betrayed.

You hoped he wouldn’t remember what he had done to you so you could pretend it didn’t happen either.

“You’ve been very quiet…has something happened?” Johnny asked the next day while you were watching TV in the living room in the evening.

Johnny had returned at 06:00 AM, still hungover from partying with his friends the day before. He slept throughout most of the day, and Andy had gone to work and acted like per usual, greeting you a ‘good morning’ before he left for work early in the day. You flinched when you saw his presence, and he gave you a confused frown before you covered it with a timid greeting.

You looked over at Johnny. “No, not really…just been in a bad mood.” You excused.

“Why?” He had to ask with furrowed eyebrows.

“I’m on my period.” You replied, knowing it was the best lie to use to get him to stop asking any more questions.

Johnny’s eyes immediately faltered and he could only let out an awkward ‘Oh,’ before he moved his attention back on the screen.

Moments later, Andy entered the house with his suitcase along with a paper bag. “Hey, kids. Sorry, I’m late. Had to stay over at my workplace to finish writing some reports. I picked up food from Burger King though, in case you haven’t eaten anything for dinner yet.”

Johnny looked over and grinned before he rose up from the couch. “Sweet. I could go for some fast food.”

You weren’t hungry. You hadn’t been all day. You settled on eating fruit before you headed upstairs and let yourself be distracted on your phone in your room. After an hour or two of doing so, you began to make yourself ready for bed.

You entered the bathroom and let it remain open after putting on your pajamas and you picked up your toothbrush to brush your teeth.

You stiffened when Andy entered the bathroom too, giving a smiling nod from where you saw each other through the mirror. He reached for his toothbrush, smeared some toothpaste on it and began to brush his teeth as well.

You weren’t done, but you felt so uncomfortable being alone with him now. You spat out the toothpaste and washed your toothbrush quickly, wanting to leave the room as soon as possible.

As you were about to turn and make your leave, Andy grabbed your hand and halted you. You turned and stiffened when you saw darkness in his eyes.

“I remember everything, you know. And I want you to know I don’t regret a single thing I did, sweetie.”

Your heart sunk and your lips wobbled, tears already building up in your eyelids as Andy was exposing a side of him you never imagined he had.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Don’t be sad. You were bound to loose your virginity anyway, and what’s better than loosing it to someone close and experienced? A man who knows exactly what he’s doing?”

You shook your head and broke out in a sob. “…Why? Why did you have to do it?…why did you force yourself on me when you’re the very man my mom married and entrusted to keep me safe?”

“I am keeping you safe, honey. I feed you, I keep you under a roof, — a beautiful house to live in without asking for anything in return. And, I’m also trying to fix everything we’ve messed up,” he closed and locked the bathroom door with you still in his grip. “I’m trying to create a future with you, sweetie. One that will make us forget about all the pain we’ve been through.”

You mumbled chants of no’s as your legs were giving up on you, and Andy took it to his advantage of carrying you over to sit on the closed lidded toilet seat. He was already working on pulling down your pajama pants and pulled your panties to the side. You were paralyzed and didn’t dare to move as you were afraid of what other hurtful things he might do to you if you did. All you could do was break in tears and hiccups of what was occurring.

“Shhh, be quiet. You don’t want Johnny to hear your moans, do you? What would he think if he knew we have a relationship behind closed doors?”

You shook your head frantically, denying Andy’s delusion. “W-We don’t have a relationship-!”

“Yes, we do. We will be something more once Johnny moves out. Until then, I suppose we could keep it to ourselves, right honey?”

Andy then reached a finger to your cunt and inserted it without warning. You yelped at his intrusion and cried harder, though you tried to keep quiet as much as you could.

You really didn’t want Johnny to hear you. He was the only other person you considered family, and you knew things would never be the same if he found out.

For 10 minutes, Andy devoured your cunt till you came with an orgasm, and he left after ordering you to clean up. You were in shock and didn’t leave the bathroom until a few minutes later. You hugged your body as you rushed to your room where you collapsed in bed and went in a fetal position. You could still feel the void of which Andy had forced his fingers in and stretched you out.

You heard someone grabbing the door handle to your room, and you looked cautiously over to see who it was. You were relieved to see it was none other than Johnny. He gave you a small wave and showed what he had in his other hand.

“Hey…um, I found a chocolate bar in my drawer and thought I would give it to you. I’ve heard they help with periods.” Johnny said and tossed it onto your bed. He noticed your unusual way of laying and he frowned. “You okay? Cramps that bad?”

You nodded, remembering you had earlier made that excuse of a lie. There was no way you were going to tell him the truth, especially now that Andy had sexually assaulted you twice only minutes ago. You were too vulnerable.

“I see…is there anything I can do to make you smile? I miss seeing that smile on your face.” Johnny said with a smirk as he sat down on the edge of the bed, looking over at your tired form.

You giggled and shook your head. “I’ll be fine, Johnny. Don’t worry about it.” You reassured him.

“Well, if I remember correctly, my tickle attacks always made you laugh and smile…”

“Don’t you dare…”

“Oh, I do dare…” He said mischievously, before he pounced on you with his hands tickling the sides of your waist. You roared out a series of laughter, and Johnny couldn’t help but laugh himself at how easily ticklish you were.

“Hahahah!! — S-Stop, Johnny, I’m literally loosing my breath from laughing!” You shouted, which ultimately made him slow down the tickling until he kept his hands simply wrapped around you.

“You know, we should just get out of here for a week and hang out. Maybe we could camp in the woods. I think it would be the best for us to get some fresh air, away from this town. I know a guy I could borrow a caravan from.” He suggested. You hummed with approval. Camping sounds nice, you thought. Anything away from Andy sounds nice, said another thought, which ultimately made you remember your current situation.

“…what about Andy?” You quietly asked.

“Andy? He can take care of himself for a week. I think he could use some space to collect his thoughts anyway since he seems pretty out of it.” Johnny shrugged. “I’m fed up with him to be honest…things always turn south with him. Actually, no…maybe it’s me who’s cursed…”

You turned to look at his face with sorrow and said, “No, you’re not cursed…I get why you’d think that with how many terrible things you’ve been through too, but it’s not because of you. Some people are more lucky than us to not experience that kind of loss, that’s all.”

He looked at you in the eye and a smile quirked up on his lips. “You’re something else, Y/N…it’s impossible to be depressed with you around.” Johnny chuckled and sighed tiredly after. “It’s getting late and we should probably sleep. We have work tomorrow after all.” He reminded you.

You turned anxious with the thought of sleeping by your own. You swallowed before you looked over your back again and asked, “Can you sleep here tonight again, Johnny? I’ve been having nightmares and…” you didn’t even have to complete your sentence because Johnny already put the covers over both of your bodies and wrapped his arms around you protectively.

“Of course, firefly. I’ll keep you safe from the monsters under your bed.” Johnny joked with a wink, and closed his eyes with his head snuggling against your back.

You timidly chuckled, though you were far from humored. There was no monster under your bed. The monster was sleeping in his own room, down the hall, probably waiting for the right time he can strike again and take you when you least expect it.

You and Johnny woke up and made yourselves ready around the same time for work. Due to Johnny’s presence this night, you had slept like a log without worries of being taken by Andy. You knew it wouldn’t be like this when you slept on your own though.

The following week would curse you with Andy’s continuous molestations as he took you with every chance he got. He would fingerfuck you, make you stroke his cock and take his cum. He made you for the first time swallow his spend. It was so salty and weird, you struggled to swallow it, but you had no choice as he ordered you not to waste a single drop.

You also noticed several of your panties were going missing, and you could only assume Andy had stolen them for perversive reasons.

Then, it was the more frequent penetrative sex Andy had become more comfortable with forcing on you. It was either very early in the morning or the evenings Johnny spent out with friends. You would try to sleep through his fucking, and somehow it was better, though the ache you woke up with in the morning made you silently cry in despair as you went on your way to your workplace.

You didn’t know what else to do. You were an adult, yet he had so much authority because of how you lived under the same house. You didn’t have a key to lock your room, nor friends to stay your nights at. Your job could only pay for a few months of renting a place, but not much more than that.

Your only savior was Johnny. Whenever you were around him, Andy acted his usual, father figure self. Though the more this went on, the more you realized it was a facade this whole time. You hoped Johnny would allow you with him if he moved. You had to move out with him and not stay with Andy.

You remembered the promise Andy had whispered to you once; “Soon enough, I will fill you with my sperm and make you pregnant so we can become the family we always wanted to be..” he had said, as he pulled out and came all over your stomach.

It sickened you, and you didn’t sleep for a minute that same night. Still, you refused to take a day off work as your workplace became your escapade. You spent more time outside after your shift was over at a cafe or at the library to avoid being at home with Andy. You couldn’t always ask Johnny to sleep over as you didn’t want to draw concern from him. You had to accept that some nights, you weren’t lucky.

You became more distant and isolated yourself in your room till the end of the week. With how busy Johnny was, he didn’t notice until the end of the week. He was going to meet his friends Friday evening, but he decided not to go and check up on you instead.

When he entered your room without warning, he found you crying by yourself, sniffling under the blanket you had over your head. He walked over to you to ask what was wrong.

“Y/N, I’m like very worried right now. Be honest…why have you been so down? Is there something I don’t know about?” Johnny asked, his face with more concern than ever.

You removed the blanket off of your face and revealed your puffed face. You let out a sob, and took a deep breath before you picked the right words to twist the truth. “I just…I don’t think I can live here anymore, Johnny. I still feel so much grief over my mother. Each time I return back from work, I’m reminded of how things used to be…I miss the family we were once. But we can never go back now. It’s never going to be the same no matter how much we try,….I want to move out.” You concluded after a small pause.

Johnny stared at you in disbelief as he took in your words, but sooner seemed to agree as he tilted his head several times. “You know what, you’re right. There’s nothing left for us here anymore. We’re adults. We can move out together and share rent. Then we will start college again next fall. We have only our lives to focus on from now on.” He confidently concluded.

You were so happy with Johnny’s suggestion of moving together, you couldn’t think of anything more perfect. Then came the reminder of Andy, who you would be moving out from.

“….what do you think Andy will say? Do you think he will approve?” You asked nervously.

Johnny shrugged, clearly not caring about Andy’s judgement at all. “He will have to deal with it. We’re adults, we can do whatever the hell we want. He’s not the boss of us.”

You and Johnny would for the following days search for an apartment, unbeknownst to Andy’s knowledge. You finally found one that fit financially in accordance to your earnings, and you contacted the landlord to visit the place after your shifts. You came and left that apartment with excitement, as it was perfect and just what you were looking for.

You were to sign a contract on the day of your moving, which now left only one obstacle, - well, not an obstacle per say but something you needed to do before you moved out; informing Andy.

It went as well as you imagined.

“Is this some kind of joke? Because it’s a very distasteful one, son. You’re really planning on moving out and pay half your wage when you could continue living here for free?” Andy argued in question. You could see his fury through his eyes and composure. You stood behind Johnny, letting him take lead of the conversation as you were too scared to be standing against Andy.

“Look, we just want to establish ourselves in the real world. You can’t deny it’s been an uncomfortable tension in this house ever since Y/N’s mom died. We need to move on by taking a bigger step.” Johnny argued back reasonably.

“After everything I’ve done for you both. And this is how you thank me? By moving out and leaving me to be all by myself in this big house? You two haven’t been the only ones grieving!” Andy spat.

“That doesn’t mean we owe you shit, old man! What have you been doing to make things better, huh? You’ve been drinking and working, barely paying any attention to the other people in this house anyway!” Johnny snapped back, walking closer to Andy and straightening his posture to make himself taller.

That was not the case for you, unfortunately and disgustingly so. Andy had been there, but only to take one thing from you.

Andy sighed, and walked over to the sink where he took a glass and filled it up with water to drink. “So this is it…what, you’ve been planning on this for a while now, haven’t you?”

“Nope. We’ve thought about this since only a few days ago and have just found an apartment yesterday. We are planning on moving out tomorrow.”

Andy reluctantly nodded. Then his eyes met you, and you became still as his eyes stared you down like they were piercing through your soul.

“What about you, sweetheart? Are you really in on this too? You think it’s a good idea to live with Johnny? Unfortunately I didn’t raise the boy well enough to even clean his own messy room. He’ll be a handful to live with alone.”

Johnny scoffed, clearly pissed off. “Fuck you, Andy. Don’t act like you raised me or are my father. You never were. I raised myself.” Johnny said coldly, before he walked to the door and made his leave.

Your eyes followed Johnny in awe, and as he closed the door behind him, you tried to go after him but you felt Andy right behind you as you reached for the doorknob.

“You don’t want to do this, honey. You’ll never get rid of me, even if you move out.”

You didn’t dare to look back at him, and you swiftly opened the door and closed it behind you as you ran to where Johnny was. He was sitting by the pavement, with clear frustration from the argumentation that just took place inside the house. You silently sat beside him with open ears.

“I really fucking hate that old man sometimes. I wish he hadn’t signed on being my godfather. Maybe then there would have been a higher probability of living with my sister and her godparents instead…” Johnny vented with a hypnosis.

You felt very bad for Johnny. You were aware of his sister who lived on the other side of the country, and he had barely gotten to visit her due to your busy lives. You could only stroke his back in comfort while he maintained his eyes to the ground. You thought it was best for him to let out his thoughts instead of trying to sugar coat it. He seemed to appreciate your caressing, because his face lit up with hope and he looked over at you again.

“…But then again, I would have never met you if I didn’t live with him. You honestly make up for it.” He said with a smile.

You grinned back at his positive input. I’m like a sister to him, and he’s like a brother to me, you thought, - at least made out of what he said.

You packed your belongings in bags and a suitcase in the evening and continued the morning after. Johnny did the same as well and was already moving most of his stuff to the back of his car. You were both looking forward to moving out and have a new start.

Then came what you had hoped wouldn’t happen. Andy entered and closed the door that was once open for your own safety. He walked over with firm intentions of what he was after. You immediately put your hands up protectively, trying to shield yourself.

“Andy, no…leave me alone!” You shouted loudly. Maybe if Johnny heard, he could come and end it before it even started.

He pushed you backwards onto the bed, his hands and hips straddled you, and he forced his hand through your pants and underwear to have a feel of your pussy again.

“Let me have you for the last time in the bed I bought for you when you moved in here, sweetie…” he whispered and tried to meet your lips as he grinded against your body.

“What the fuck?!”

You and Andy froze and you didn’t need to look at the person to know it was Johnny. You hid your face and let out audible sobs, and you didn’t get to see the face of Johnny, who was in complete utter shock. His face turned into one of murderous anger, and without even thinking twice, he ran over and dragged Andy off of you before giving him a punch to his face. He threw him to the wall, and Andy collapsed onto the floor with a bloody nose running.

“You sick fucker! The fuck did you try to do to her?!” Johnny helped you up from bed and held you behind him as he stared down at Andy, but Andy didn’t even look at him.

“Sweetie, don’t leave…stay with me, honey. You belong here.” Andy begged, not paying any attention to his running bloody noise, - only on you.

You shivered and rushed over to grab your suitcase and bag before you grabbed Johnny’s hand, “Johnny, please, let’s go. I don’t want to be here anymore. Please, please, please, let’s get out of here.” You pleaded desperately.

Johnny saw through your crying face that you were deeply hurt and distressed. He sighed with defeat, and let you lead him out.

It was quiet in the car as you made your way to your new shared apartment. You noticed Johnny was looking over at you several times, but you did anything but turn your gaze away from the window on your side.

Johnny couldn’t contain himself for any longer and broke the silence. “This isn’t the first time he has done that, is it? What did he do to you, Y/N? Tell me. I wanna know.”

You shivered, the memories and experiences coming back to your mind, though you wanted nothing more but to forget. “I-I don’t want to talk about it-!”

“Just say it. Please.” Johnny pleaded more demandingly, holding the steering wheel tighter than ever. Your lips wobbled and you dried your eyes from the tears that was building up in your eye.

“…He took my virginity while I slept and has forced himself on me several times since the beginning of last week….” You finally admitted.

Johnny’s teeth gritted and he looked heartbroken to hear what you had told him. With a low voice, he replied, “I’m going to kill that old bastard, I swear…”

“No, I beg of you not to do anything, Johnny…he’s a lawyer. He can easily defend himself for what he did and press charges on you if you try to attack him again. I don’t…I don’t want to have him in my life ever again.” You said weakly, resting your neck as you tried to maintain control of your emotions.

You looked over to see Johnny pondering for a while. It took a moment for him to nod in understanding as he maintained his eyes on the road.

When you arrived, you were met by the landlord who had a contract and a pen in his hands. You both signed and got the keys as well as the code to the main entrance of the building. You then began unloading the car and carrying your things over to the apartment.

You felt a sense of relief upon entering the apartment. You immediately crashed on the sofa and stretched yourself out before you melted into the cushions. Johnny came after and laughed at the sight of you.

You hardly unpacked your suitcase and decided to call it a day. Johnny turned the TV on and you distracted yourselves with the shows that were on. Johnny invited you in his embrace and you gladly accepted it. His hand wrapped around your waist comfortably and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head and it made you smile with warmth.

I am finally safe, you thought.

Your official 24 hours in the apartment went smoothly. You had to work from morning to early in the afternoon as per usual, but when you returned to your new home, you eyed your suitcase and decided to get to work on your proper settlement.

You took out your clothes first from the suitcase and hung them up on the hangers in the wardrobe. Then you decorated your room with personal items, such as putting your childhood plushies on the bed and your Disney themed alarm clock on the nightstand.

You walked out again to the living room to see you only had two bags left containing your different seasonal outside shoes and in the other your winter jackets.

“Y/N, can you get my shaving cream for me? It’s in my backpack.” Johnny shouted from the bathroom. Johnny had arrived only a few minutes ago from work and had the need of refreshing himself.

You rose up from organizing your stuff and went over to his backpack, checking the biggest zipper first out of habit. Johnny had hardly taken out any of his things from his baggages, so it was hard to see the containments without taking out a handful. You dug in through the several items until you saw something familiar stocked beneath. You froze.

Johnny left the bathroom just then with a towel on, and made it to the corner of the living room where you were. “Couldn’t find it? I seem to remember it’s in the smaller pocket-!”

“…why are all my lost underwear in your bag?” You asked confused. You felt a hint of dread creep up on your neck as possible realizations hit you all at once.

Johnny stopped in his tracks when he saw you holding up an underwear, - your underwear, and he mumbled ‘fuck’ under his breath before he returned his gaze on you. “You weren’t supposed to find those…”

You looked at him, worry settling in because of Johnny’s vague answer. “But why? W-Why do you have them in the first place?” You asked, rising up from your crouched position cautiously.

He swallowed and crossed his arms, trying to appear more confident but he was lost for words. “listen I…,”

“— That sticky mess that was left on the bed after you slept in bed with me…was that…?”

Johnny’s face faltered into a dark look. It became apparent he had been exposed, and he gave up on trying to make up excuses.

“Well, can you blame me? I was just rubbing myself off on you because I had to relieve myself. Your ass was on my crotch and it doesn’t help that I like you. Like, I’m over the fucking moon for you, Y/N. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. The moment I met you, you were already so special to me.…” Johnny confessed. “…And then I find out my own godfather popped your cherry and fucked you raw. Imagine how I feel. I should have been there to save you. I should have understood. Instead, I had to fucking witness it!”

You were feeling beyond nauseous now. How was it that the one person you found comfort in was going against you too? After all this time?

You couldn’t bear hearing him talk about it anymore. Your mind was already overloaded with information you weren’t aware of. “…Please stop-!”

“- It’s not fair…” Johnny interrupted. “it’s not fair that he took you when I wanted you from the beginning.”

Your eyes watered and you whimpered when you saw he was stepping towards you. You were like a deer in headlights. The door was past Johnny, and you weren’t sure if he would let you walk out if you tried. You didn’t know either where you’d run off to if you were lucky to get out. “Johnny, don’t get any closer…y-you can’t possible mean that…”

Johnny could tell you were off edge, and he could guess you were having ideas in that mind of yours of what you should do.

“I’m not like my godfather, firefly. I would never hurt you…— but I won’t let you walk out of this. Of us. I want you, and sooner or later you’ll realize how compelling we are together. I have already seen it. And now that we have moved together, we can continue having our close relationship.”

He suddenly pounced and grabbed you, lifting you up over his shoulder. You shrieked and tried to get off of him, but it was all too difficult with the posture you were stuck in. He took you to his bedroom and threw you onto the bed before he crawled over himself. He began to strip you — first removing your pants before he began to remove your shirt too.

“Johnny, no, this is wrong…we’re family!..” you tried to put sense in him.

He shook his head and had the audacity to snicker. “Not anymore we aren’t. What, did you really think of me as your brother? Because we’re far past to be calling ourselves that…”

He pulled your bra off harshly, making you let out a pained whimper. He stared at your breasts, mesmerized, before his eyes wandered down your stomach and abdomen.

“What a pretty body you have, firefly. I’m going to remove any traces of him. I’ll cleanse him off of you, Y/N.” He promised, as he kissed you down your shoulder to your chest. His lips met one of your nipples, and he began to suck on them lightly while whispering praises of you in-between.

“Going to treat you the way you deserve, firefly.”

“Can’t wait to taste your juicy cunt, baby.”

“I finally have you to myself.”

He then continued downwards till his face was in front of your pussy. That’s where he stopped.

You looked down and panicked, “No Johnny, please don’t-!” You felt his nose nudge your sensitive spot and he ripped off your underwear to have no layers between him and your cunt.

“I recognize this smell….” He muttered and dove in with his nose first to inhale. “Mmmh, yeah, your underwear smells just like this…so sweet and delicious.”

His tongue glided along your folds, and he spread the flesh to get better access of your glistening hole. His tongue pushed through the channel, and he tongue fucked you at a slow rhythm.

“J-Johnny!” You cried out his name, and gripped for the closest obstacle, — the pillow. You muffled your moans with the pillow as best as you could, too embarrassed to be making noise from Johnny’s offense. You weren’t supposed to like this, yet you did. Johnny knew what he was doing to wind you up.

Johnny didn’t keep his mouth entertained on you for long. He unknotted his towel with desperation. You peaked through the pillow and gasped when you saw his length, - it was about to poke your entrance. Johnny chuckled, your reaction giving him an ego boost. “Like what you see?”

“N-No, I don’t-! Ahh!” Your words were choked as Johnny sunk into your entrance carefully, and he groaned in pleasure from the sensation.

“Ooh, Y/N…” he moaned your name as he pushed down his hips lower. He took the pillow you still held in front of your face and threw it on the floor. “Don’t hide, I want to see you…have wanted to see you for so long, firefly…” he whispered into your ear huskily, and began to move his hips in motion.

You ached your back as you felt Johnny’s cock drag and pulse through your tight channel.

You had only experienced painful and harsh sex from Andy, but the way Johnny did it was so different. It felt good, and it made you feel ashamed because everything else was so wrong.

“We’ll make our own family and finally be complete. We will get a dog, - maybe a cat too. That’s what you want, right? For us to be a family? Andy and everyone else can go fuck themselves. I only want you. I love you, Y/N. Fuck, I love you so much it almost hurts..” he whined into your skin.

You could only dwell into the experience and accept this was where you were. You felt your body was tensing up, and you found yourself being more comfortable putting your legs around Johnny’s waist for support.

“There you go….you’re loving it, arent’cha? I knew you would. I have always been good at this…” he said huskily. “Life really fucked us over but now we can feel good together….ahh, fuck, I fucking adore you, firefly. I really do. You know that, right?” He asked through heavy breaths.

You only mewled in reply as he plunged himself deeper into you. Your sweat were being combined by how close your bodies were together, and Johnny’s already moisturized body from taking a shower earlier made you into a wetter mess.

“Johnny!…” you moaned out his name once more, and he knew by how much you clenched around him that you were cumming.

“That’s it…there you go…” he cooed. “M’gonna cum too, baby. Wanna cum on your tits…”

He fucked you harder, both your eyes squinted shut while Johnny chased his orgasm. “Shit -!!” He shouted. Eventually his thrusts became uneven, and he pulled out last second to move closer and cum on your breasts.

He groaned while jacking off, emptying himself completely on your body. You breathed heavily from the intense sex, and you didn’t move a muscle. He got off of you and rolled to the side, wiping off the sweat that had built over his lips.

You both breathed silently for a while until Johnny used his elbow to rise his upper body and he looked at your numb form. You could feel his breath on your face as he came closer to you.

“Kiss me….” He pleaded with adoring eyes. Johnny didn’t give you a choice as he forced the back of your head to crash your lips with his.

Johnny showed so much passion into it, it became overwhelming to you, but you didn’t resist. You could almost forget it was forced with how you kissed like you were lovers.

“You don’t have to ever worry about Andy or anyone else. It’s only us now, firefly. I’ll keep you safe.”

Note from author: Second fic with two cevans characters completed! I have to say — I really enjoy writing two cevans characters at once in one story, but it’s a little more difficult keeping the story afloat. It’s good practice ig.

Hearts & Reblogs are appreciated! <3

#cevans characters #andy barber x reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber #dark fic #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x y/n

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darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Roo’s Campus AU Masterlist

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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Fantastic Four: Dark Reign

#fantastic four #fantastic four: dark reign #dark reign #johnny storm #human torch #franklin richards #valeria richards #marvel #comics #marvel comics

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bl0wtorch · 11 months

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Have a little spideytorch for the start of pride month <3

#this is the first time i've actually tried to color something like this #i think it looks okay??#lmk if the first one is too dark or anything #also i have a version with the stache with the rim lighting and pete smiling. if anyone wants or needs that #anyway #they are my best friends and i miss them #spideytorch #johnny storm #peter parker #fantastic four #human torch #spider man #spiderman #spideytorch fanart #fanart #art #digital art #my art #spideytorch is good for the soul

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Hangover 4

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, other possible triggers. Proceed with caution.

Please leave any and all feedback! 💚💚💚💚💚💚

Part of The Club AU

Officer Storm drags you back to the cruiser, his hand tight around your upper arm. He pulls the door open and as good as throws you inside. You don’t understand why he’s doing this. You’re not a criminal, you’re just someone who helped him.

He slams the door, shaking the entire car. You listen to his tromping footsteps, heavy boots on gravel, before he pulls back the driver’s door on its hinges. He drops in heavily with a sigh and shifts in his seat.

You sit up cautiously, breathing slowly through your nose. You wipe your wet eyes and sniffle. You clutch your hands together in your lap, fighting to hold onto the last of your composure.

He sits in the front, not doing much. You see him scratch his short hair and drag his hands down his cheeks. Another huff as he adjusts his posture, unzipping his jacket as he tries to get comfortable.

He flips on the scanner and it crackles with the latest calls from dispatch. The reception is scratchy and tweaks your eardrums painfully. He flips off the high beams and shifts into reverse, veering around suddenly before slamming back on the gas. The car zips forward, bouncing on the uneven ground.

You sit back, hugging yourself as the cold lingers in your flesh. Another chill flows over you and you shudder. You close your eyes and the yellow light stains your vision. The back of your eyelids is stamped with the headlights. You lift your lashes and smother a whimper.

It sets in slowly. Your shock slakes away as you smell the dirt on your clothes. He really did that. It’s that one question that haunts you; why?

“Your husband still fuck you?” He growls, his question striking you abruptly.

You cough but can’t answer. You shake your head and sit back. He slaps the wheel and exhales.

“Answer me.”

You quiver and croak, “divorced…”

“Ha,” he scoffs, gripping the wheel with one hand, “guess he wasn’t a fan of the roadmap across your stomach.”

You wince. You dip your head down, “guess not.”

He hums and chuckles to himself. It’s all just an extension of his power trip. You’ll let him get his thrill if it keeps him calm. You peek up and see the streetlights pass more often. You’re back in the city.

“Yeah, I don’t know…” he groans, “he could just flip ya over…” his breathy voice startles you. “Your ass isn’t too far gone…” he grits, his words catching in his tight throat.

Your eyes drift over to his silhouette and you notice how his shoulder moves, arm working in a slow rhythm. You suck in a breath and quickly look down to your lap. He’s not…

“You must be dying for it?” His timbre drips grossly, “if I’d fucked you back there, you’d probably lost your mind, huh?”

You don’t say a word. You’re mortified. You know exactly what he’s doing. You recognise the gristle in his tone and the tempo behind his breath. You gulp and squeeze your arms tight.

“Probably dying for dick,” he taunts as he pumps himself quicker, “better than that old fuck you were married to, huh? When’s the last time you were fucked?”

You shake your head, hiding behind your lashes as you shrink down.

“Tell me. When?” He demands in a desperate rasp.

“Three… three years,” you confess. You don’t add that it wasn’t your husband. That you regret that encounter so much you avoided even the thought of more than your rechargeable wand.

“Fuck, that long,” he hits the brake and the care squeals to a stop. He pushes his head back and groans, “I shoulda… fucked…” he choke and grunts, twitching as he drones out a strangled word, “you-u-u-u.”

You stare out the window. There’s something wrong with this man. You deeply hope he doesn’t have some poor soul tied to him. You pity that woman if she exists.

He puffs out loudly and groans again. The car idles on the side of the road as cars pass. He raises his hand, the glint of the streetlight’s glare adding a sheen to his slimy fingers.

“Fuck, you made a mess,” he snarls, “got something to clean it up.”

He snaps his fingers before sliding open the panel. You bend and find your purse on the floor. You take out the small packet of tissue and pull several free, pushing them through against his hand. He laughs as he turns back to wipe himself shamelessly. When he’s finished, he tosses the crumpled tissue back through the slot so it lands at your feet.

“Should get you home, huh?” He snickers, “you got a son.”

His last words are high-pitched as he mocks you. You sniffle and chew your lip. Home, that’s all that matters. You’re not going to let your pride get in the way of that.

🔥

Officer Storm drives off as you stand on the curb. You bend to retrieve your phone and wallet from the ground where he threw them. Night is fully set in and growing more bitter by the second. You turn up the long walk, shoes mulching over the frosted pavement and onto the porch.

The windows are lit up already, assuring you of your son’s arrival. You stop at the door and push away the shadow of your journey home. You won’t let him see. It’s over, you can forget.

You enter your half of the duplex and hear Will swearing under his breath. You put your purse on the low table near the door and peek through the wide archway that looks into the front room. Your son sits with the back of his head to you as he plays his handheld game.

“Ma, that you?” He asks, not looking back.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late,” you bend to take off your boots and freeze. Your hips ache and you swear you feel that same weight on them, the clutch of his hands around you. No, don’t think. “We can order pizza, how about that?”

“Sure,” he accepts, “with mozza sticks?”

You stand straight and watch him. His voice is hazy with distraction. He’s so entranced by the game, he probably wouldn’t notice if you came in sobbing. It’s better that way.

“Yep, what do you want on yours?”

#johnny storm #dark johnny storm #dark!johnny storm #johnny storm x reader #au #drabble #the club #series #hangover #fantastic four

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teal-bandit · 1 year

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Daken sandwich

#daken akihiro #bullseye #benjamin poindexter #johnny storm #human torch #the dark avengers era crack ship nobody asked for #i cant think of a bame for them though #Bullsnikt #bullsnikttorch?#darkflameaim #get it? cause dark wolverine and torch and bullseye (cause he aims)?#idk someone give me ideas

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cottagecheese1 · 2 months

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Chapter 2

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new begging's, but what happens when your new begging comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them. paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

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The day was new, sadly, after last night you didn’t know if leaving your room was a good option in the first place, well of course you’d live, but the embarrassment you felt at the moment made you feel like the world was ending. You always felt a little sensitive and awkward towards every little situation that came your way. When you say it in your head it always sounds like a bad thing even though there are worse things in the world, and you shouldn’t even come close to feeling unfortunate in any situation–or thats what your mother would tell you, at a point your life your mother used to make you feel vain–blaming you for your fathers death saying it was your fault, of course you knew your mother had loved you, I mean she was also going through the grief of losing her husband, you shouldn’t be selfish–thats what she would also tell you.

After a long two hours of laying in bed, you rolled in bed and looked at your alarm clock that read 9:23am, and you could already hear the shuffling and laughter of the boys in the kitchen, deciding to just suffer through it and just hope nobody brings up the previous night, they all probably forgot about it by now, right? You could only hope because you sure haven’t forgotten.

Making your way down the hall where the chuckling and the sizzling of bacon started to make itself more present as you stepped into the kitchen, your head automatically goes down towards the floor when the chatter abruptly stops–the awkward sizzling of bacon mocking you as you walk towards the bread.

Andy stops and turns toward you with a small smile while leaning on the marble countertop, finally deciding to break the silence, “good morning honey, I made breakfast if you’re interested, bacon and uh maybe some pancakes if Johnny will save some for the rest of us.” he says the last part while turning towards a shirtless johnny stuffing his mouth full, mumbling out a “sorry”.

You tilt your head up toward Andy, and grab the bread, “no thanks Andy, maybe later–thanks though–well not that I don’t want any it's just-” you stutter out, until Andy interrupts you with a soft chuckle.

Andy walks behind you–tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before he leaned down to press a small kiss to your temple, “Oh pumpkin, what am I gonna do with you hm? With your cute self.” your cheeks tinted red, and besides that you could hear Johnny, and Colin snickering–probably making fun of you.

Not really knowing how to respond, but suddenly another thought comes to mind–where's your mother? Now curious, you turned and asked Andy, face still red as a beet, “um- where's my mom?” Andy half listens to you as he plays with your hair softly.

“She’s on a business trip, won’t be back for a few weeks, so you get to spend some alone time with us.” Andy says as he smirks.

You advert your gaze back to the toaster and give him a quick “okay”, before turning back around he huffs dramatically grabbing his keys swiftly, but before he heads out, he stops before the two chuckling boys.

“You boys be nice, treat her good until I get home, okay? Oh honey, if you need anything just give me a call, okay? Johnny should help you with anything, if not, I’ll be back around 11:00. Be good you two.”, and at that Andy was out the door, now it’s just you and them.

Johnny sighed and got up dramatically, “I’m gonna go take a shower, you kids have fun.” he said as he walked toward his bedroom.

Now it was just Colin and you, but as soon as you heard the toaster pop up, you scurried to your room–not even bothering to grab the butter–once you got to your room, closing the door you sighed and switched your phone on for the next hour.

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After another 30 minutes of contemplating if you should leave your room or not, you do. Opening the door slowly, and walking down the hall to the living room, where you thought watching TV would be an option for you, but Colin seemed to be taking up the couch and the entire atmosphere, and God was it intimidating.

Before you could turn away, and advance to the comfort of your own room–Colin stopped you abruptly. He threw his head back over the back of the couch, and called your name out.

“Hey!- don’t leave, come join me, I’m watching 21 jump street, I want you to come watch it with me.”

He sounded so demanding, but maybe that's just his way of expressing himself, so you watch as he scoots over a tad, and pats the spot next to him. This is when you seem to notice he doesn’t have a shirt on under his thin jacket, but you still sit down awkwardly next to him.

Suddenly he scoots closer to you, and wraps an arm around you, pulling you to him slightly as he says “relax baby, just getting comfortable, you wanna lay on me?”

“Oh, well I’m ok right now, I wouldn’t wanna-” he cuts you off by his own words, “cmon baby, I don’t mind, it's just some friendly cuddles, don’t gotta be all shy about it.” he says the last part chuckling.

You stay silent as he speaks again, “Here–I’ll help you.” Coin grunts a bit as he pulls you on top of him, and pushes your head onto his chest, softly stroking your hair. As much as you’d hate to admit it, it did feel kind of nice, maybe because he was nice and warm, and solid–Colin interrupts your train of thought when he speaks again.

“Isn’t this nice baby? All nice and relaxed…You're such a good girl, you know that?” he says with a mischievous glint in his voice while stroking your back, his voice still vibrating off of you he continues, “So, so quiet. Bet you're a virgin huh? All pure and untouched, from the way you're grinding on my dick and acting all innocent about it, you have to be.”

You feel stiff all the sudden, like you can’t move, now you're overly aware of the fact that his dick is poking your thigh. Then to make things worse he leans down toward your ear, “You know me, and Johnny talked about fucking you last night? Or how adorable you would look trying to wrap your lips around our cocks–and the tears that would run down that pretty face as we both fucked you till you couldn’t walk–or talk–bet you're a cock drunk bitch when you have the chance, huh?”

This is when you really started to freak out, trying to shove away from him eagerly, “Stop! Get off me! Andy will come back any time.”, and Colin just laughed at your plea, which made you slightly confused.

“Oh Baby, you poor girl, Andy’s the worst of both of us, if you knew all the dirty shit he’s said about you, you’d be crying–or well you already are–your new daddy just wants to pound you into his mattress until you're crying honey, and so much more.”

Your eyes widened at his statement, that couldn’t be, Andy cared about you..right? The thoughts that ran a million miles in your head suddenly got interrupted by another presence entering the room. Johnny.

Crying out for him as Colin licked and sucked on your neck, making you whimper pathetically in the process, “Johnny, please get him off of me..” you said pleadingly.

Johnny stared at you mockingly as he bent down to your level, where you still laid beneath Colin helplessly. He stroked the side of your face teasingly before he said, “Now why would I do that hm? Not when you’re whimpering so sweetly baby.” Colin then let up off you, leaning back into the couch, pulling you into his lap in the process as you felt your thighs subconsciously rub together.

After Johnny made his way beside you and Colin–sandwiching yourself between them as result, he stroked your thigh up and down, slowly making his way to your clothed core, “Look how fucking red you are, just from some teasing hm? you wanna feel me sweetheart? Don’t even try to hide how wet you are–bet you haven’t even had your first kiss yet.”

You had to be slightly surprised at his forwardness, no you haven’t had your first kiss yet, but you just told yourself that you're waiting for the right person. Colin chuckled at Johnny’s antics, this is also when you noticed that Johnny was not wearing a shirt–or pants for a matter of fact, this realization made you feel hotter all over.

Colin leaned over and looked at Johnny, “You know the old man won’t like it if we take her first kiss without him being here."

Johnny rolled his eyes and scoffed, still stroking your thighs, “Fuck that old geezer, I'm taking what's min-” Johnny got cut off by a loud slam of a door and jingling of car keys jingling. You three looked over toward the door to see Andy in the doorway, his arms crossed intimidatingly.

“what's going on here fellas..trying to break her in without me?” Andy said with a smirk as he reached the end of his sentence. He walked over to you slowly, and took your small face into both of his large hands, “And what about you honey? Having fun without daddy, hm? Good thing I’m here now.” He ends the last of his words with a chuckle.

Pleading for help wouldn’t even save you right now, after what Johnny and Colin just confessed to you–especially Andy–all you can do is hope for the best.

A/n: sorry for the short late chapter ya'll (I edited it at the end because the order was fucked up for those who were as confused as me.)

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