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royalsweetteaa · 9 months

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Hi! I really like your HC AU. Could you do one of how Cevans characters would react to reader flinching during an argument?

Oooh I love this idea! 🥹💔 Let’s get to it!

POV: Y/N flinches in midst of an argument.

Warning - The following HC contains: angst/fluff, comfort, reader has hinted trauma.

Steve Rogers

Steve would cut himself off and stare at you. “Doll, why did you wince like that?…did I raise my voice too loud? I didn’t mean to if I did but I….you know me…I have never and wouldn’t…” Steve begins to ramble a little with his words as he processes what just happened. “Who hurt you, my love? Please, tell me…I’m worried…this had to have come from somewhere, right?” Steve asks as he’s ready to receive an explanation while pulling you in to stroke your back gently. He listens, already plotting in his head to pay ‘someone’ a visit responsible for your trauma response.

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom raises his eyebrows as he sees you flinch and he furrows, confused. “Kitten,…did you seriously think I was about to hit you just now?” Ransom would ask with his arms crossed. “…Do you think I would steep that low?” A part of him takes offense as he first assumes that’s the whole story, but the pieces pick up slowly that this could have come from a previous encounter. He sighs, realizing he’s handling this poorly. “Darling…I didn’t mean for you to react that way. I hope you’re not scared of me…are you?” He’s relieved when you shake your head, and he decides it’s best if you both take a break from arguing. He comforts you, reassuring there’s nothing to be worried about. He hopes you’ll eventually tell him and explain on your own why you flinched.

Andy Barber

Andy would shut his mouth the moment he sees you flinch, and he would stay still as he processes the moment. When he receives your look of feeling guilty, his face softens, “Oh honey…it’s okay, let’s stop arguing about this and talk about what happened, okay? Did I scare you?” He asks first, not wanting to put much pressure on you. He wants to know right away if it was him who had caused you to flinch, and he wants you to feel safe so he speaks in his most soothing tone. When he sees you’re not reacting negatively to his closeness, he pulls you in to an embrace, making you feel safe.

Jake Jensen

Jake would stiffen, wondering what just happened to make you flinch. “Are you okay? You just flinched as if I was going to…” his heart breaks in a million pieces as he puts two and two together. He carefully takes your hands to give you reassurance. “Baby, what happened? Was it me?…You know you can talk to me about anything…I’m all ears, always.” Jake would reassure as he makes you sit down on the couch with him encouraging a chat about it. This incident would bother Jake for a long time, and he would often catch himself in future mid-arguments asking if he’s not coming across as too aggressive to make sure you won’t react like that ever again.

Johnny Storm

Johnny’s sentence would die out the moment he sees you wince and ask, “What was that?”, distraught and confused. “Did you just…” he doesn’t complete his sentence as he flattens his hands and raises them. “Babe,…I’m never putting my hand on you…my parents, while they died when I was very young raised me good enough to know that’s never okay…I wouldn’t do that even if you called me names or cursed at me like Ben always does!” He makes light out of the situation to distract you and pulls you in to caress you when he sees a small smile form on your lips, already leaving you two to forget about what you were even arguing about.

Ari Levinson

Ari’s response to you flinching would be to take a step back and give space between the two of you. He’s encountered women with traumatic responses before and knows that to deescalate the trigger, he needs to show he isn’t going to do any harm, like raising his hand. He would then say to you in a soothing voice, “Sweetheart,…I apologize if I came off as heated just now…let’s put this aside and think of something else, alright?” He would then crouch down, look up at you and making himself small to further deescalate your trauma response. You would respond getting closer to him and come into his welcoming and warm embrace, as you know Ari’s safe. It’s all forgotten and Ari doesn’t see any point of bringing up the argument again. Your feeling of safety comes first.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 10 months

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Promot 18 and 9 for johnny storm please

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Johnny Storm x plus size reader

Johnny is ok at being a hero, he’s good at extreme sports and he’s a god at sex, but feelings- he can’t do those

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, FWB to lovers, angst, shower sex, Johnny’s a bit of an asshole, I accidentally wrote Johnny as an American Jamie Tartt and I can’t find myself getting mad at it, fluff

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“Holy fuck this pussy is goddamn magical.” Johnny groaned into your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your delicate skin. Cold water rolled down your body, the hot water having long been used up. His thick cock buried to the hilt inside you, his hands firmly planted on your wide hips as he drove into you.

“Johnny I love you.” You moaned. Your back arched as yet another orgasm began to build in your stomach. You reached back for him but only succeeded in skimming his abs with the tips of your fingers. He retaliated by punching into your cunt even harder, forcing your naked chest into the chilled shower tiles and away from him.

“Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned through gritted teeth. Heat began to grow behind you and Johnny’s cock somehow got even hotter inside of you. His right hand released your hip and captured your clit between his fingers, strumming you desperately to your end. “Fuck!”

Heat exploded deep within you and drove you over the edge. “God baby.” You moaned and slumped forward, letting your body relax underneath the cool spray of water.

“Damn baby, that was a good one.” Johnny slapped your plump ass in a friendly manor and pulled out of you.

You winced at the feel of his release escaping you as you stood up straight, letting the water wash your previous activities away. “Yeah it was.” You dismissed. Johnny raised a brow at you as you walked past him, grabbing one of his very expensive white towels on the way out.

“Where are you off to? Got some hot date?” He teased, trailing behind you. You didn’t even glance at him while you grabbed your clothes.

“No but you do. Diamond has been dying to finally get under you.” You sneered her name as you pulled on your panties. He scoffed.

“So what, it’s not like I’m actually dating you.” You froze, your stomach dropping.

“Yeah, I know.” You slipped on your sweater and grabbed the rest of your things. “Goodbye Johnny.” And this time, your goodbye actually sounded real.

——————

Johnny stared at his phone like it had offended him. “What’s up your ass today?” Ben planted himself in his reinforced chair across from the younger man, coffee cup in hand. Johnny just glared at him.

“Y/N’s been ignoring him for a week now.” Sue sat next to her little brother, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“What did you do?” A murderous gaze levelled at him.

“I didn’t do anything!” Johnny retorted with a whine. A notification lit up his phone and he immediately abandoned the conversation in favour of grabbing his phone. He let out a sigh of disappointment, it was just a message from yet another one night stand.

Even without eyebrows, Ben’s brow raised. Johnny crumpled. “I didn’t do anything.” He muttered almost shamefully. “She just left my place the other day and hasn’t called me back even though I’ve texted her like 20 times! That’s 19 more times than I usually do!”

Richard suddenly appeared behind his wife. “And we ask again, what did you ‘not’ do?”

Johnny sighed heavily and slumped over the table. He propped his chin up on the counter, staring off into nothing. “I thought she didn’t mean it, I mean I was in the middle of blowing her back out!” The others winced but he continued. “She said she loved me.”

“And did you say it back?” Sue asked. The silence was all the answers they needed.

“And you’re still seeing other people?” Again there was silence but he nodded.

“And is she?” He shook his head.

“You’re a fucking idiot and you most definitely do not deserve a good woman like that.” Ben slammed his palm on the table, shaking the ground with the force. “Absolute piece of shit, can’t believe how stupid he is.” Ben muttered as he walked away.

Sue and Richard watched him go before turning back to the youngest member of the group. “Johnny, you know what she’s ignoring you. You broke her heart and I think it’s now breaking yours.” She squeezed her brother’s shoulder. “And I agree with Ben, you kind of deserve it.”

“But, maybe you can fix this.” Richard spoke up. “It’s never too late if you really do love her.”

Johnny glanced at his brother-in-law sceptically. “But I don’t love her. I mean I guess I like having her around. She’s incredible in bed and she makes these pancakes that are out of this world. And when she sleeps next to me, I sleep better than I ever have. And when she smiles at me, I get this weird feeling in my stomach. And sometimes when I’m out shopping I look at rings. But that means nothing!” He paused and looked at Sue. “Right?”

She just looked at him, her eyes softening. “Right?”

Sue laid a kiss to the side of his head. “I think you know the answer to that already.”

——————

The bottle of red was halfway gone when the knock on your door came. You groaned and forced yourself up from your extremely comfortable couch, stumbling only once as you made your way to the door.

“What are you doing here?” The one and only Johnny Storm stood on your doorstep looking like a lost puppy.

He looked at you with those huge blue eyes that had made you fall into his bed more times than you could count. “I was an asshole.”

“Yes you were.”

“And I shouldn’t have ignored your feelings like that.”

“Correct.”

“And I shouldn’t have let you walk out that door because you are by far the best thing that has ever happened to me. So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry and that I- shit c’mon. I looo- I can’t say it but you know what I mean.” You raised an eyebrow at him causing Johnny to sigh.

“Ok well I can’t say that but I do feel it. You’re absolutely amazing and a complete bombshell. And when I’m around you, I can be myself, not Johnny Storm, not the Human Torch, just me. You have been by my side through so much, even before we started sleeping together, which was a great decision by the way cause we are fucking awesome at sex.” You couldn’t help but smile and agree with the sentiment. “You’re my person, you are my home, you always have been. So yeah, there’s that.”

He shrugged almost sadly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “This doesn’t fix everything, you know that right?” His shoulder’s fell along with his expression.

“But what you said does mean a lot to me, so you can come in if you want to but you stay at least five feet away from me at all times. You have a lot of grovelling to do before you’re allowed back in.” You emphasised. Johnny perked up and bounced up the steps, giving you a peck on the cheek as he passed. You allowed the affection and slipped in behind him, a little smile on your face.

Johnny was buried between your thighs barely 15 minutes later.

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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My thots got me thinking rn of some public sex with Johnny Storm, either in a public toilet stall or a changing room at a clothing store. 😩

He’s so bold and horny, he would convince to pull something like that because he can’t help himself.

AHHHH, I LOVED WRITING THIS! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING IT! I really hope you enjoy it! 🥰

summary - johnny is extremely horny from watching his girl try on dresses all day, and his actions are probably why they are banned from the store.

warning - just filthy smut, name-calling, daddy kink, some fluff? maybe? smut again.

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“Baby, are you nearly done?” I hear Johnny groan, and I don’t blame him. I mean, he’s been waiting so patiently while I try on clothes. I’m checking myself in the mirror as I’ve tried on a short light blue, innocent-looking dress with a tiny bow at the front.

I decide to step out of the stall, “nearly, how does this look? Is it good enough for the date you picked out?” He glances up from his phone, his eyes bulging out of his head. His mouth hangs open as his eyes move up and down my body.

Standing abruptly, he pushes me back in. “Hey! Hey! What the hell?!” Putting his hand over my mouth, trying to shut me up. “You just had to walk out in this dress, huh? You wanted me to fuck you in public, you little slut.” He pushes me against the mirror, lifting the dress and ripping my knickers from my body.

His fingers find my clit fast, rubbing small circles, and he chuckles. “You’re so fucking wet, and I haven’t even done anything, you fucking slut.” His nose buries into my hair as his fingers move to my tiny hole. Inserting them inside, he starts to fingerfuck me.

One hand still covers my mouth as he watches my eyes roll to the back of my head, his cock straining hard against his jeans, “that’s it, such a good girl. You’re taking my fingers so well,” Johnny groans into my ear. He suddenly stops as he feels my walls tighten around his fingers.

Pulling them out, he places them in his mouth and sucks off my juices, moaning while I whine. “Give me a second, you dumb slut. Do you really deserve my cock?” I nod desperately, my eyes pleading. Johnny takes his cock out, staring into my eyes through the mirror.

He brings it to my slit, rubbing it against me. He smirks, “hmm, maybe you don’t. I mean… you have been teasing me all day, baby. With these cute little dresses, making me want to fuck you right then and there.” He grins before stepping back, stroking his hand up and down his massive cock, using the pre-cum that leaks out of his tip as lube.

Fat tears roll down my face as Johnny teases me, forcing me to watch as he touches himself. My pussy is on display for him, and his eyes are fixated as he watches me grow wetter and more desperate. “You okay, little baby? You want daddy’s cock? Are you just a little slut?” Whimpers leave my mouth as the words spill from his. “Speak, dumb slut. I can’t give you what you want if you don’t talk.”

“Please, daddy, please, I’ll be so good! Pleaseplease just fuck me!” I start to sob, my core throbbing as all I want is him inside me. Johnny lets out a dark chuckle. Lining his cock with my entrance. Leaning down, he grunts into my ear. “Okay, baby, just know you asked for it.” He slams his cock deep inside of me. He grabs hold of my hips and starts to pound inside of me.

“Place your hands on the glass, pretty baby. Daddy’s about to ruin you.” Shakily putting my hands against the glass as I’m pushed more into it. His hands still gripped tightly on my hips, likely causing bruises. He slowly pulls out, causing me to feel every vein of his thick cock, every pulse, and the warmth of his base.

Until all I can feel is the tip of his cock, before he thrusts in. My eyes roll back into my head, and my jaw drops open. He doesn’t bother stopping the moan that falls from my lips, too busy watching his cock pierce my cunt over and over again, Johnny’s mind dazed as he watches me pull him back in. Shivers ran through his cock and up his spine from the feeling of my tight, warm walls squeezing his cock.

Johnny starts thrusting hard and fast. His hand reaches under and starts to rub my clit. Pinching it, he leans over, looking directly into my eyes. “This what you wanted, you dumb whore? You just needed me to put my cock in your cute little pussy.” He thrusts deeply, hitting the spot that causes my toes to curl, eyes to cross and tongue to hang out of my mouth as my brain goes completely numb.

He chuckles, gripping my chin with the hand that’s not rubbing my clit. “Aww, look at the dumb baby, all fucked out, huh? You think you deserve to cum, a naughty slut like you.” Gripping my chin roughly. He continues to rail into me, not stopping even when I whine and beg. “Answer me, dumb bitch.” I nod rapidly. “Yes, daddy, Imma good girl. Oh- Daddy… please, I’m- so close-”

Walls tighten around his cock, and he watches as my eyes completely disappear into the back of my head, his eyes shut at the feeling. “Cum, baby, you’re such a good girl. C’mon, you’re so good for me.” My cunt pulses around him, trying to push him out as my orgasm hits. A scream leaves me. All people can hear throughout the store is me chanting ‘daddy, I’m cumming.”

He holds me close, eyes closing as he pushes through the resistance and shoots his cum, deep inside my womb. Sighs of relief, leaving us both. Johnny slowly pulls out, making sure not to hurt me, I spin around, and he places a soft kiss on my lips. We both hear a pounding on the door and a throat clearing.

Johnny grins cheekily. Swinging open the store door, “gentlemen, ladies. We’ll take the dress.”

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 3 months

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Another one for your I love you 3000 Bonanza 🙈💙

Johnny Storm, Emergency Service AU, "I said I'd take care of you"

Thank you for sending in an ask! I couldn't resist the irony of making the human torch a firefighter!

Something there - Firefighter!Johnny x Reader

Summary: after a somewhat rocky start you begin to wonder whether there was something between you and Johnny

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: Mention of injury! Mention of Fire emergency! Minor Angst! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You took a deep breath as you looked up at your new station, your new home whenever you were on shift. A quick glance told you that you didn’t have any more time to admire the station before you were late.

You shouldered your bag and made your way inside to find one of your new colleagues reclined back in his chair at the front desk, feet up on the desk. A lopsided smile grew on his face when he spotted you, sitting up to rest his forearms on the desk instead.

“Probie?”

“Pardon?” You arched a brow at him.

“You’re the new recruit right, Probationary firefighter aka Probie?” He said mimicking your expression.

“Right… well I’m looking for Captain Rogers? Can you point me in the right direction?” You asked.

The smile on the man’s face, an annoyingly handsome face, grew as he stood up from the desk “I’ll do you one better, I’ll take you there myself, I’m Johnny by the way” he introduced himself, holding out his hand.

You shook his hand “Y/N”

Johnny nodded in acknowledgement “C’mon Probie, this way” he then said nodding his head towards the corridor.

You rolled your eyes but followed him down the corridor towards the captain’s office. Your Captain was thankfully more welcoming even if he seemed far too used to Johnny's antics.

“Storm, can you give Y/N a tour of the station?” He asked once the meeting was over.

Johnny who had been leaning against the wall outside the office stood to attention and saluted “Aye aye captain”

Captain Rogers just responded with an exasperated sigh before disappearing back into his office.

“C’mon Probie let me show you our castle” Johnny smirked as he waved his hand for you to follow.

You rolled your eyes at him again “How long is this probie nickname gonna stay?” You asked

“Until you’re promoted, or if you do something so stupid enough to earn another” Johnny smirked over his shoulder.

“What’s yours then?”

Johnny stopped and turned to face you “Why’d you assume I have one?”

“I’m good at reading people and you’re cocky there’s no way you haven’t earnt a nickname from doing something stupid” you stated, arms crossed over your chest.

Johnny remained silent long enough for you to worry that you’d crossed a line. His eyes just studied you, dipping for a second before they returned to your face.

“Human Torch” he finally said before you had the chance to apologise.

You swallowed as you looked up at him “That sounds like an interesting story”

“It is, but one for another time” he winked, the cocky attitude returning like it never left, he turned and walked off “You coming probie?” He called when you didn’t immediately follow.

You remained silent as he showed you around the station, pointing out your locker, where you’d sleep on overnight shifts. He introduced you to the rest of the crew, all very friendly faces. It was only at the end of the tour when he took you back to the locker room to put away your stuff that you felt brave enough to talk to him again.

“So are there any other probie things I should look out for, like pranks or something?” You asked.

A lopsided smile grew on his face as he shook his head “Nah don’t worry, I’ll take care of you”

Your brows rose in surprise “Really?”

“Sure it’s what crewmates do for each other” he shrugged with that lopsided smile still on his face.

You narrowed your eyes at him, suddenly suspicious “You’re not saying that so I lower my guard right?”

Johnny smirked as he backed away tapping the tip of his nose “I’m not one to give away my secrets” he said before he turned and left you alone.

Despite the somewhat rocky start, you and Johnny formed a quick friendship. He was the crewmate you felt closest to out of them all and you quite often found yourself working with him whenever pairs were required.

You were so close that you began to wonder if there was something more between the two of you. A question that rattled through your mind when he was the first one to come to your rescue when you hurt your ankle on a call out.

A question that you had a lot of time to ponder when you were signed off for two weeks to recover from your sprained ankle.

You were sat on your couch, your foot propped up on the coffee table, an old sitcom on the TV that you were barely watching. A knock on your apartment door brought you back to the real world.

You grabbed your crutch and hobbled your way over to the door. You were surprised and excited to see that it was Johnny on the other side with a lopsided smile on his face and hands full of bags.

“Johnny… what are you doing here?” You breathed.

“Injuries can be boring so I thought I’d keep you company” he grinned nodding for you to move out of the way so he could step inside “You have a bath right?” He asked as you stepped aside.

“…yeah,” you said slowly.

“Good because I don’t think this bath shit will work in the shower,” Johnny said as he marched on down to your bathroom.

“Johnny- I- What?” You stuttered as you hobbled after him.

He didn’t answer you, he just carried on in his mission, setting down the bags before beginning to run you a bath.

“Johnny, please can you just tell me what’s going on?” You pleaded.

“I’m running you a nice relaxing bath, then I’m gonna sort out dinner and then we’ll just relax together, watch a movie” he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“But-but why? You don’t need to” you muttered in disbelief.

“I said I’d take care of you remember?” He smiled.

You tilted your head in confusion trying to recall when he said that. You were about to question him when the memory resurfaced, your first day at the station. He’d said he’d look after you when you asked him about pranks. It was only now that you realised you never really got pranked, there was no hazing it was pretty smooth. You had expected Johnny to forget but he didn’t.

“So I’m gonna leave the bathroom now so you can relax in this nice hot bath, just shout if you need me and I promise not to look unless you ask me to” he winked before slipping past you out of the bathroom, leaving you with the bombshell of a realisation you just had.

The only reason you were able to move and get into the bath was that you didn’t want it to go cold. As soon as you slipped under the warm, soapy, bubbly water you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips. This was the best bath you’d ever had, you swore as soon as you got out of this tub you’d do whatever you needed to do to get whatever bath secrets he had.

Once you were done and re-dressed in a fresh set of comfies you found Johnny in your living room with bowls of snacks laid out in arms reach.

“So how exactly are you sorting dinner? Because we both know for a fact that you can’t cook” you said as you settled back down on the couch.

Johnny instantly moved to help lift your ankle up onto a pillow that he’d set up on the coffee table to keep your ankle elevated, he then picked up a selection of takeout menus that you hadn’t noticed “Take your pick” he grinned as he held them out to you.

You grinned up at him “I thought a healthy diet was good for recovery” You smirked as he sat back down next to you.

“True, but you also deserved to be spoilt, so whatever you want I’ll get”

“Anything?”

“Anything”

You bit your lip and pondered what you could get him to do for you. Your mind went back to what he said as he was running your bath, you wanted the confirmation that maybe there was something there but you just weren’t brave enough to outright ask. You did think of something else you could ask that could get you the same answer though.

“How did you get your nickname?” it was the one secret that you still had yet to find out yet, it was a card he kept close to his chest so if he was willing to tell you then maybe, just maybe it would be the confirmation you needed.

Johnny blinked the playfulness disappearing from his eyes for a split second before he looked away. You were about to back out, tell him that he didn’t need to tell you especially when he shifted so his back was to you. But then he moved and took off his tee to reveal a large scar down his back, one that looked like a flame.

“The crew was off duty, getting a couple of beers after our shift” Johnny started keeping his back to you “We were walking home when a fire broke out at a tiny bistro, the whole place was already engulfed and there wasn’t a truck or crew nearby… we helped control the crowd and evacuate, but then in the corner of my eye I saw someone run into the building, no one else did so they all thought I was crazy when I ran in after them”

“But you didn’t have your gear” you whispered.

Johnny shook his head, his back still to you “Another reason they thought I was crazy, but I went in and I found this teenage girl, she must have slipped on something as she was trying to make her way back out, she was holding a frame in her arms as she lay on the floor” he continued “I picked her up and carried her back out but the back of my shirt caught fire as I left, it was agony but I kept going, I get the both of us out and got this scar, once the guys saw it they called me the human torch”

“What happened to the girl?” you asked.

“She was fine, just a minor concussion and a couple of burns on her arms, she was the owner’s daughter and went in to grab a family photo” Johnny sighed as he pulled his tee back on and finally turned back to face you “so that was the stupid thing I did”

“No” you muttered shaking your head “it was the heroic thing you did”

The smallest of smiles tugged at his lips “Thanks” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You shifted on the couch so you could rest your head on his shoulder “No… thank you” you whispered, knowing you had your answer there was definitely something here now it was just a question of who was brave enough to break first.

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ronearoundblindly · 6 months

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Johnny Storm x ghost!Reader

When playboy Johnny finds out his new home is haunted, he's half-scared, half-intrigued. You laugh at his jokes and put up with his awful behavior, but since you can't leave, that shouldn't surprise him. After a while, Johnny needs more. He needs to see you, and he needs to know how you died, who you were, and why you're there. How can he get answers if you don't remember? How can he be with you if you still don't exist?

Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Angst ⛈ || Fluff 🌼 || Dark Fic 🌘

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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Johnny: “What do you say, Y/N? You. Me. Friday night for a date?”

Y/N: “Sorry, hot stuff, but I’ve already got plans Friday night.

Johnny: “With who?”

Y/N: *smirks* “With your twin. With Steve.”

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georgiapeach30513 · 10 months

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The One to Sacrifice, Part 2

Summary: Johnny just had to be in your safe space.

Pairings: Johnny Storm X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (past), mentions of cheating, mentions of loss of virginity, 18+ ONLY

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“Hey, Ma,” Frank prances into his family home, followed by Raleigh, and his mother awkwardly gives them both a hug. Frank smiles up at his mom, while Raleigh looks towards the stairs, “So, I’ve been told I have a sister and niece that are back home.”

“Oh,” Debbie answers softly. She hoped to have seen her son under different circumstances. Not to mention, have her family for dinner. Just her family. “Yes, well, thanks to Mr. Beckett, he made sure that they mostly made it all the way home.”

“I did offer to bring them all the way here, Mrs. Weiss. Is she…are they here?” He is too curious about seeing her again. Hopefully talking a bit more one on one. Letting her see that whatever happened, he had forgiven her, and still wanted to be in her life.

“Yes, well, I think being back here is overwhelming for both of them. Especially given…well, Johnny…I’m going to go get her. Dinner is almost ready, and…Frank?” Her youngest son starts to push past his mom, already walking towards the stairs. “Son?”

“I haven’t got to see her or Tanzy. Let me go get them,” Debbie didn’t want to be left alone with Raleigh. She could only hope that he wouldn’t bring up awkward questions of her daughter’s quick departure. Some things just weren’t meant for her to talk about. Because she wasn’t even supposed to know about it.

Frank gives a soft knock on your door, before pushing the almost closed door open. You are gently fixing Tanzy’s hair, and look up at him with a smile. “Hey, Tanz,” he starts choking up. He wasn’t prepared for the emotions to flood in him as his niece looks at him. Eyes as bright blue as her fathers. “Goah, you’ve gotten bigger.”

“It’s been two years since you saw me, Frankie,” Frank walks over to your bed, sitting down beside the two of you. His thumb traces over her features softly, and you lay a hand on his thigh. You could feel his skin buzzing. “I get to sleep in daddy’s room though. There’s still some comics up in the reading attic. Dad was such a geek. But hey, Pix says that I could try out for hockey. Did you know that Johnny Storm knows me?”

“Really?” Frank looks up at you, and you smack at his arm, “Pix?”

“Tanzy, go downstairs, and help Gimma with setting the table,” Tanzy shakes her head no, really wanting to hear more about Johnny, “Tanzy, go. This isn’t a discussion.”

“Fine,” she rolls her eyes, jumping off your bed. She decides to make it her goal to understand more about Johnny. That was her dad’s best friend, and you and he had kept that from her.

You wait until her footsteps start to fade in the distance before you hit Frank on the shoulder, “Why is everyone so concerned with bringing up Johnny?”

“Because he was the reason you fled to Minnesota.”

“No, I went to train for the Olympics,” when Frank starts shaking his head, it just angers you even more, “Yes, I did! I didn’t leave because Johnny…no. I didn’t…you don’t even know. You…you were messed up. You have no idea what you’re even talking about.”

“I know that something happened. I know that Mike followed you with Tanzy. I know that you had to halt training for a couple of weeks for a reason that neither you or Mike want to talk about. I know that you were always closer to Mike than to me. But I also know that you left things with Raleigh so bad,” you roll your eyes, and fall back on the bed. You’d prefer to talk about Raleigh over Johnny, but he wasn’t much better. You were the one that screwed up in the relationship.

“You changed your number, and didn’t even give it to me. So why don’t you tell me what happened between you and Johnny. Or you and Raleigh. I mean you were kinda screwing around with my best friend.”

“Why do you care? You were off doing your own thing. Left Raleigh behind while you were, well, you know what you were doing. How many days have you been sober?” A great way to distract him from this line of conversation. Whatever it took, you would do it.

“One hundred and thirty-six days.”

“Yeah?” Sitting up, you give him the biggest hug. Everyday was a new triumph with Frank. It wasn’t easy for him. “Gosh, I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you, too. It’s not easy raising a kid alone. Especially one that isn’t yours. And you’re young. You should have been able to live your life. Stay on your path, and now you’re here in bum fuck Egypt where both mine and your brother’s best friends were in love this sweet little Pixie girl,” you give him a hit to his shoulder again. Such a cliche.

“It’s true. Men love forbidden fruit. But only Johnny was the one that was told to stay away,” you stand up, leaving him behind. You didn’t have to hear this. “By the way, Raleigh is downstairs.”

“What?” You stop, and turn around to glare at him. “Can I not have peace in my own home?”

“You left him without breaking up. There’s this weird unfinished business between the two of you,” you wouldn’t have dinner. Marching over to your closet, you dig around, until you find what you're looking for. Old gym bag. Stuffing your skates, and an outfit in there, you throw it over your shoulder.

“Where are you going?”

“To the rink.”

“What? Why?”

“Both you and Raleigh know that I don’t want to talk to him right now. I just got here, and it’s like everything is being fucking forced down my throat. Stay out of this part of my life,” opening up your window, Frank’s eyes go large. You have done this before. “Yeah, it’s easy to sneak up, and out of here. Ask Raleigh.”

You leave him to ponder the fact that Raleigh knew how to climb into your bedroom. Let him think about the fact that your bedroom was above the rarely used bathroom upstairs. No one would ever hear anyone sneaking into your room.

You tighten up your skate, and take a deep breath. Letting your eyes close before those intrusive thoughts come back into your mind. Refusing to let it get the best of you, and you step out onto the ice. Making a few rounds, and going into a zone. Trying to clear your mind of intrusive thoughts.

His hand pushes aside your leotard, ripping your tights, and those piercing blue eyes look into yours, “You sure?”

You launch yourself into the air, spinning around, and land a bit wobbly. It had been awhile since you got to be alone, and this free. Determined to get it right, you try again. Getting the landing right this time.

You cling to his shoulders as he pumps into you. His mouth right by your ear, grunting with every thrust. It is a stinging pleasure. Not at all what you had imagined. His sounds were melodic, and you could already feel a new routine being shaped in your mind with how amazing this felt. Nothing has ever felt better. Could tell a story about sex for the first time with just your skating.

You fall down onto the ice with a growl, lifting yourself up, and start spinning around quickly. And even that doesn’t clear your mind. Too many memories were held in this place.

You kiss over his sticky skin as his thrusts become harder. Heated breath blows over him as you start to lose all control, and he lifts both your legs off the floor. Pressing your back harder into the lockers, and you don’t even care about how uncomfortable it is. Nails digging into his back. Whimpering out his name.

“I know, Princess. I feel you squeezing me.”

You stop abruptly on the ice, and look all around the rink. Had it seriously been that long. A pang on your side has you refusing to believe all these pesky memories you are trying to skate out of your mind. With a huff of air, you start to skate backwards.

“Princess, my god, you’re so tight. Fuck! Is this your first time?” You hear his words, but can’t think to respond, and his cock pounds even harder into your core. Starting to bite on your neck, with a smirk.

“You feel so good. So fucking good.”

Jumping into the air, you land perfectly, and do it again. You would get rid of all it. This was supposed to be relaxing. It wasn’t supposed to be memories of losing your virginity.

He shoots his load into your core, and your eyes glaze over, pouting up at him. “I bet nobody has ever given it to you like that, huh?” Biting at your lip, you shake your head no. “Even good ole, Raleigh? You gonna tell him that I fuck his girlfriend better?”

That is the last thing you wanted, and you try to speak, “Shh, princess, this can be our little secret. He may crawl up to your bedroom window, but this locker room is ours, okay? Say it with me.”

“O-okay.”

“Good girl,” you slide to a stop on the ice, and turn to glare at Johnny who was slowly clapping his hands. “That’s my good fucking girl,” he skates out onto the ice, but you move further away from him, “Is that how you treat the best lay of your life.”

“Drop dead.”

“No. No, we’re not playing that game, Pix. You’re getting all salty, but you were the one cheating. Did Raleigh ever get to fuck you? Or was it just dry humping? Imagine my surprise when I opened the door, and that’s all you were giving him. When you gave me every part of you. I popped that cherry, didn’t I? You were so in love with Raleigh, and still willing to be my good girl.”

“I hate you,” swallowing bile, you skate away from him. “I hate you. You…you never even said goodbye to Mike.”

“Yeah, well after I got a good chewing out from him, I didn’t think he wanted me at the funeral. What exactly was he so pissed off for, Princess?” Try as you might to skate away from him, he wraps both arms around you, and squeezes. “Hey, please, I know I'm an asshole most of the time, but…what we had…”

“It was just fucking. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Just…okay. We were just fucking, and you were still telling your dear boyfriend that you were in love with him. Still wore that ugly ring every time that we fucked. But you never looked at him the way you looked at me, and that’s why you can’t look at me right now. Pix, look at me,” your eyes clench closed, and you become dead weight. You would not.

“What happened? You ran, and Mike followed, and then he called to cuss me out. Told me he never wanted to see me again. Said that Tanzy would never know who I was because I didn’t deserve to see her anymore. Raleigh, he thinks I’ve never met her. You tell him that or did Mike? I’ve got pictures holding her, Pix. We…you and I…what the fuck happened?”

“I had a boyfriend!” His arms finally drop from your body, and you back away. “We were — Johnny, Raleigh was my boyfriend, not you. And…I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t lie to him, and only Mike knew the truth, and…God, I didn’t even want to come back here. To you or him. I wanted to forget that anything had happened, and Tanzy isn’t…she not ours — mine. I gotta go.”

“What?” Johnny starts chasing after you, trying to decipher your broken words. “Pix, just talk to me.”

“No! You come here acting like that, and all I ever was to you was pussy. Fresh, tight pussy. Yes, Johnny, that first time in the locker room was my first time. That should have been for Raleigh. We should have been more careful, but just like us to be reckless. All I do is lie, so I’ll continue to do it.”

“What is going on?” He skates in front of the door, blocking you from leaving, “Can we just talk like normal people? I took your virginity. I didn’t know. But what is this other stuff you’re talking about? We weren’t careful? You were on birth control.”

“What gave you that idea?” He tries touching your arm, but you shrug him off again. “Stop touching me! You…it was just sex. Clearly, I should have realized that. You got your contract for the Bruins, and…I didn’t matter. I made my choice. And it wasn’t Raleigh, and it was a mistake. All of it was. Now move.”

Johnny slowly moves out of the way, letting you move past him, “By the way, your goddaughter wants to play hockey. I heard that you’re teaching. Do us a favor, and pay for her lessons. It’s the least you can do. You never paid for anything else. Even if it concerned you. You never paid..”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“God, just shut up! I’m not having this fucking conversation with you or anyone. It doesn’t matter anymore. Don’t try to insert yourself now. Just be there for Tanzy. It’s the least you could do. I didn’t come back here for any other reason than her. Not for you, I didn’t even know about this. And not for Raleigh, but for her.”

Johnny watches you walk down the hall. He didn’t want to chase after you. Didn’t want to object. But there was pain that was more than your brother’s death. More than leaving your dreams behind. He isn’t sure if it’s just the fact that you felt forced into raising Tanzy on your own when nobody asked you to.

And maybe that was the problem. Johnny never stepped up when he agreed to be her godfather. But Mike was pissed off when he called. Told Johnny he never wanted to see him again. And kept asking, ‘How could you do this?’

This meeting left him with more questions than answers. But you were willing to bring Tanzy to be on his team, so you would have to face him. Although talking in front of children was never going to happen. He could ease his way back into your life, just like he had done before.

For a short moment, you were his kryptonite, and he was your everything. Living your double life with your actual boyfriend, while you were also having sex with Johnny. Stirring feelings inside him that he didn’t even think existed. Using the fact that you had a boyfriend as a way to keep it as casual sex, but it wasn’t. For either of you. During that time both of you only slept with each other. He never stopped going on dates, and you had a boyfriend. One that climbed up your window, and was patient with you.

A boyfriend that thought you were a virgin when you quite literally had sex with Johnny any chance you got. You had made a sacrifice, that didn’t include him, and he isn’t even sure of what happened. Why or even how it happened. But you wanted to bring Tanzy for practice. So Johnny was going to have to be on his best behavior, because Raleigh still had feelings for you. Raleigh still wanted what you never gave to him.

“I’m fucked,” Johnny grunts, dropping down onto the ice. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to coach girls hockey. But there you were. Looking more beautiful than ever, even with your haunting sadness. A sadness that was deep inside of you and was ready to pop out at any moment.

“The universe and Mike Weiss still hates me,” sitting up, the banner of the championship team that he and Mike had been a part of mocks him. “Yeah, yeah, I know you hate me. But she and your daughter were brought back into my life for some reason. Man, I don’t know what happened, but I loved her. Our paths were going in two different ways, but…she was it. She was the one, and then she left, and I became more of an asshole.”

He gets up to his feet to stare at that stupid banner, “Say you want, Michael, but I loved your sister. She was the one that stayed with Raleigh.”

“Raleigh,” you whine, climbing back into your room. You couldn’t escape them. This town was too small, but there was no reprieve from either him nor Johnny, “What are you doing?”

“You left the light on, so I climbed up. Wasn’t that the code? You didn’t want to talk to me before, and now you can’t scream. I just want the past in the past. No hard feelings. Can we start again?”

“I cheated on you,” Raleigh gulps, looking at your bed. “There, now we can move on.”

“Who was it?”

He never looks at your face. And his jaw pulses with anger, “You know who.”

“Define cheated. I mean, we never even had sex.”

“Everything.”

“You know, you really enjoy pushing people out of your life. You really like twisting the knife. You were telling me you loved me, and that you wanted to wait, and the whole time you were fucking Johnny Storm? I fucking knew it, too. He started coming to your meets. He started watching you from the back, and never fucking sat down. I was always there in the front for my girlfriend. But you want to know the kicker was for me? He got injured, and you were watching him, so worried. I told myself then it was because he was Mike’s friend, but no, it was because you were fucking him.”

“Yep,” you let your arms slap at your thighs. There was nothing more to say. “I let him fuck me. The only man who ever has gotten to. And…I have nothing more to say. There it is. All of it. I was fucking Johnny Storm. Now we can move on,” Raleigh’s fists pump for a second before he walks over to your window.

Throwing his legs out before looking at you, “I loved you.”

“I know you did.”

“Did you ever love me?”

“It’s complicated,” with a nod of his head, Raleigh starts climbing down the trellis on the side of the house. And you rub on your stomach when you fall back on your bed. It was complicated. It was always going to be complicated. And no one would ever know just how complicated it was.

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Together Or Not At All

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summary: Your first day with your new roommates.

A/N: This is a first of many drabbles about how living with these chaotic boys will look like. It’s a story written by us together with @jamneuromain

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First meeting/moving in;

Johnny being the flirt he is, flirts with you as soon as you walk through the door. You were slightly surprised by this…greeting since the human torch was only in a towel, clearly just having showered, his hair was still dripping slightly while you could make out steam surrounding his body. You felt like you just swallowed your own tongue, watching him approach you. Being unable to meet his gaze you tried to stutter something coherent out. “Hi-yhm-I-“ “I’m Johnny, pleasure to meet you sweetheart”, he grinned, but Jake quickly interfered, seeing as you were already on Johnny's radar. He swatted him across the back of his head, stepping between you two, even though your gaze lingered for a moment on Johnny's steamy body.“Hi I’m Jake-my room is right next to yours. Let me help you with your suitcase…es? How many do you have”, he mumbled quietly, looking behind you at the luggage you were dragging with you. A soft giggle escaped your lips, while you shook his hand introducing yourself. For a moment you looked into his pretty blue eyes, this time it wasn’t you who tried to avoid eye contact. Jake was flustered, even though he tried not to show it. “Just a few”, with that you grabbed one of the suitcases. Jake grabbed the other one you were reaching for and swatting your hand away. “Let me, you don’t have to. Not when we’re around”, he smiled and took another one in his other hand. Johnny wanted to help with the last suitcase but he was scared his towel would fall, quietly cursing to himself. Just when you wanted to come back for the last one, it slowly started rolling to your room. “What-“, gasping as you looked around, seeing another guy standing at the end of the corridor, an unsure smile on his lips. He didn’t say anything, just waved at you, before disappearing around the corner. The corners of your mouth twitched upwards, watching him walk away. “Oh, yeah that’s Nick. He’s a bit shy, but really a nice guy…unless he and Johnny are in the same room. Then it gets chaotic”, Jake smiled, putting his hand on your shoulder for a moment. He felt blood rush to his cheeks, making him blush, before quickly pulling away. “So-yeah, I-I’ll be in my room. It was nice helping you-I mean, meeting you. It was nice meeting you”, with that he walked into his room, shaking his head about himself. Of course he had to say something stupid.

Not even an hour later was a quiet and gentle knock on your door. You assumed it could be Jake since his room was next to yours and johnny definitely didn’t seem like a person that even knew what knocking or personal space was. And nick…nick definitely wouldn’t come to you. He was definitely a shy person.

“Come in”, you said cheerfully, putting away your clothes in the wardrobe. “Hi, I wanted to introduce myself, I’m Steve”, said a raspy deep voice. Definitely not Jake. After you turned around your smile widened. Oh wow, these guys all looked like tasty eye candy. Steve was buff. Definitely more muscular than the rest of them. Did he even fit in the doorframe?

“Hi Steve, nice to meet you”, you said, letting your gaze linger on his hands that were casually holding onto his belt, while he leaned against your doorframe. “I thought we could maybe have dinner tonight-I mean all of us”, he added quickly, feeling his face heat up. You giggled, nodding. “Perfect. But maybe Johnny should wear some real clothes this time”, at your words Steve sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “Yeah I’ll talk to him. He’s just…to be honest I don’t even know. It’s Johnny. He’s always like that”, his words made you laugh and he definitely really enjoyed hearing this sound. “Seven good for you?” You nodded once again, watching the man leave your room.

On time you went to the dining room, where Steve was currently bringing a ton of take out, putting it all on the table. You laughed quietly. “I’m not a good cook, none of us are, actually…so it’s take out. I hope you don’t mind?”, he said apologetically. Grinning you grabbed a fry out of one of the containers, biting into it. The only answer Steve got was a smirk and wink, making his insides tingle. God, you were only a few hours here and he already felt like he was developing a crush on you. You didn’t seem to notice his gaze, sitting down next to him, with another empty chair next to you. Oh boy. He could tell this wouldn’t end well.

And he was right.

Only a few minutes later he could hear heavy steps and bickering, also some grunting which was probably caused from an elbow to the ribs. “Johnny you idiot-stop it”, Jake's hushed voice was louder than intended, while the two walked into the room, quickly trying to grab the chair next to you. You didn’t say anything, but giggled into your hand. It’s already pretty funny and chaotic living with them. After just a few hours…the next few months are probably gonna be interesting. “Johnny, Jake. Both of you, the other side”, said Steve finally before they’d really embarrass themselves by pulling at the chair…or with whatever else they’d come up with. He was definitely surprised how immature these guys could be. Thankfully Nick was such a quiet and calm guy (spoiler alert; it will change.)

When nick came into the room he sat down next to you, giving you a quick smile, before starting eating, while you all had a few light conversations. He didn’t say much and you also noticed he ate pretty quickly. Only a few minutes later he finished his food, saying his goodbyes and going straight to his room. “We have dessert nick-“, Steve tried to change his mind but he was already gone. You couldn’t stop yourself from wincing slightly. Was he uncomfortable around you? “Don’t worry, he’s just…he had it rough, you know? So he kinda…”, Steve sighed beside you, gently putting his hand onto your arm. “He spends most of his time in his room”, added Jake, while Johnny nodded. You could feel your heart ache.

Grabbing two plates with cake, you smiled at the boys. “It was really nice but I’ll try to talk to him. Maybe he just needs for someone to take the first step”, they all watched you walk out of the room.

And they definitely enjoyed it.

You knocked on Nick's door. “Please Steve-I said I don’t-“ “And if it’s not Steve?”, you asked unsure, opening his door and stepping inside. Hearing your voice nick quickly stood up. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to leave like that-””Don’t worry nick. We all like our personal space…I just thought you’d like your cake-Johnny kinda looked at it like a predator looking at his prey, so I assumed you wouldn’t be able to get a taste of it later”, you giggled, trying to lighten the mood. It really made him chuckle, while you gave him his plate. For a moment you two were quiet, just looking at each other. Assuming he doesn’t want you to be there you grabbed the door handle. Just then did Nick clear his throat. “Stay-I mean, if…if you’d like to…I wouldn’t mind the company”, with that you two sat down on his bed. The atmosphere was still a bit tense, so you started talking about some embarrassing old memories to make him laugh-and you did. By the time you are your cakes Nick had to wipe away his tears from the laughing and his stomach hurt.

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royalsweetteaa · 10 months

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Right equation

Pairing: Fratboy!Johnny Storm x Tutor!reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - this story contains the following: explicit smut, tutor/college student relationship, age gap (reader is only a few years older), dirty talk/flirting, Johnny being a flirt, switch! Johnny, needy Johnny, fluff, mommy kink, praise kink angst if you squint, Johnny doesn’t have any powers in this fic.

Summary: For the past two years, you have been paid by Mr. Storm to tutor the infamous fratboy - Johnny Storm. You have successfully helped him pass his exams in college, and during your last hangout, Johnny wants to show how grateful he is for your help.

College life was soon coming to an end for the notorious frat boy of campus; Johnny Storm. In celebration of graduating, he had been partying with his mates all week.

The parties hadn’t been as exciting for him as before, but it was nice to celebrate nonetheless. While his friends followed the streak of partying, Johnny had stopped it here because today evening was important. It was the last day of having a scheduled study lesson, but since there were no exams to prepare for anymore, you two planned on hanging out one last time at his dorm and talk about his achievements and where he can go from there.

You were both laying in his bed with your legs hanging at the edge of it while sipping on some classic Coca Cola. He had bought something alcohol-free because he knew you hated alcohol, and he wasn’t in the mood to get tipsy anyway when all he wanted was to pay attention to you. You, who were the reason why he managed to graduate.

You talked for a good hour about internship, explaining the benefits of getting in touch with ‘this and this’ company. He quickly grew bored at how this hangout became nothing but educational like all previous meetings, and he decided it would be nice change the subject by saying a few ‘last words’ for her to remember how much she means to him.

“I’m going to miss you a lot, teach…I know I have been difficult a few times, but you have always remained patient with me and I admire that.”

You couldn’t help but let out a sigh as you remembered all the times Johnny would arrive late to your tutoring sessions at your place, or when you would have those lessons at his dorm and be met with rather…unpleasant surprises.

“Yeah, I knew from the day I walked in on you and that girlfriend of yours making out in your bed when it was our first scheduled lesson that you would be a bit troublesome.” He pursed his lips of the reminder. The more he thought about it from time to time, the more he cringed over the fact that it was his first impression to you. It didn’t embarrass him back then, but the more he grew fond of you, the more he cursed himself for forgetting the time of his first lesson.

“But look at you now - you’re about to graduate and get into the real world. You have become a lot more responsible than when I first met you, and that is an improvement in itself,” You praised. His face lit up, imitating the face of a child being rewarded with candy for doing their homework.

“When you put it like that, I guess I can agree. You didn’t catch me making out with a girl since then.” He joked. You hummed in amusement. “For the record, she wasn’t my girlfriend. Just a…y’know..”

“I’m very aware of your reputation as a frat boy, no need to explain yourself.” You giggled. He timidly chuckled, not fully wanting to embrace your statement but it was true nonetheless. Everyone knew Johnny as a womanizer and the party king of frat parties. He used to sleep around all the time, having casual sex with women he found attractive around campus. That was until you came around and made studying actually interesting, and he found your company to be something to look forward to.

You and his father, mr. Storm were acquaintances, and he had contacted you when Johnny’s college situation became worrying. He was failing his exams and he needed assistance, and in a matter of months, Johnny was set on a brighter path with your help. It was an added bonus that your personality was very appealing to him and he found you attractive.

Johnny would joke about having a crush on you in the beginning, but when his lack of interest in having one night stands came apparent, he knew something was wrong. You had done something to him.

Your simple praises whenever he answered your questions right. Your voice when you would explain orally to him about things he didn’t understand.

The little things you did made him feel content, and the thought of you sharing those small gestures with someone else who might appreciate it less than him made him upset.

“What about you? Still single since I last asked you? Or maybe seeing anyone?” He asked casually, though he was eager to hear your answer. Not to mention anxious. He had asked you before, which many of his first attempts would be replied with ‘that’s none of your business and it would be unprofessional of me to answer that’. He had eventually learned there was no boyfriend in the picture when the two of you had a drink at the bar after hours of studying on a Friday afternoon.

He was taking advantage of getting to know you more personally now that you weren’t his tutor anymore. Sure, the two of you got along smoothly, but there was, in your words, no room for personal talk during your lessons when he tried to engage in it. You were the first woman that would deny him whenever he subtly flirted with you, by either shrugging it off as a joke or changing the subject into his study. He hated it. He hated even more that you wouldn’t take him seriously, as if compared to you he was a kid. He knew he wasn’t the most mature one in college, but he sure as hell wasn’t a kid.

He guessed since the two of you were in different significant life stages - you already being in the working field for a few years and him only starting, Johnny could understand why you showed little interest in him. - Or maybe he had to up his game and be more clearer with his feelings.

“Yup. Still single. It’s not like I have much time to ‘see anyone’ as I have a lot of work but…I should definitely pay more attention to my love life. I’m not getting any younger, so maybe I should focus on getting myself out there and mingle.” You answered.

“You’re not that old…you’re only a few years older than me. There’s no rush. And besides, you don’t need to be looking when….there might be someone in front of you.”

You laughed humorously, which made Johnny stiffen. “Yeah, right…enlighten me with the few men I occasionally talk to. There’s the janitor at my office who asks how I’m doing from time to time. Oh, and I guess the cashier at the cafe where I get my usual coffee from could make a good candidate. Have any other suggestions?”

“What about me?”

Your humored smile fell when those words left his mouth. You weren’t sure if you heard him correctly.

“What?”

“You heard me…” Johnny muttered. “Why not me? Am I…that unappealing to you that I never cross your mind?”

You were knocked out of breath by his question, unsure if he was being serious. “I don’t-…Johnny, what are you trying to say? This isn’t funny.”

He put the can down on the table and stood up to level above you. “Yeah, no shit. I’m being one thousand percent serious right now, so I’m going straight to the point.” There was a slight pause until he gathered the confidence to say the next and most important thing. “I like you, Y/N. Like…I really, really like you. And I want to know if I have a chance. Right here. Right now.”

You were speechless with your mouth agape and your eyes wide open. You didn’t look like you had the words to respond to that just yet, so Johnny continued to talk.

“I’ve been whipped for you after having you around for less than a few months, and I’ve been trying to make moves, but you either purposefully ignore them or you’re just that obnoxious. Like, you literally caught me having a boner a month ago and shrugged it off as something normal. You didn’t think for one minute that I had it fucking bad for you?”

Your face turned red from his confession, which he didn’t seem to be embarrassed about in the slightest. “I-I’m sorry Johnny, I didn’t think you saw me as anything more than your tutor - it was and is far from appropriate. Not to mention, I’m hardly your type. I have nothing in common with the girls you usually go for.”

“Well, maybe that’s why I like you so much. Usually those girls are needy of me but I’ve grown needy for you. You’re so wise and smart, so kind and beautiful. You make my entire week from a 2 hour session, educating me about school stuff. Do you seriously think I’m the type to look forward to something like studying if it was someone else teaching me? I can’t even cum without thinking of your voice, your face and your boobs. You could be talking about algebra while I jerk off and I’m sure I’d be able to bust a load from just that!”

“O-okay, you’ve made your point!” You said while covering your burning cheeks with the palm of your hands. “I just can’t wrap my head around why of all women, you’d want to go for someone like me. I’m older and far from adventurous. I much more prefer reading a book than going to parties. I like keeping things in order and you seem to be the opposite of just that.” You argued.

“That’s just what attracts me to you, teach. You’re so mature in contrast with me. You have in your own special way managed to put me on the right path and mindset for my future, and I look up to you for that. You have even awoken something in me sexually that I have never felt for any other woman. You literally give off MILF vibes which is my new favorite porn category - except you’re not a mom, but you’re a mommy for sure.” Johnny said, changing the way of talking with a more sultry one. His face came closer as he put his hand in yours.

“I don’t want to end it with this last session. I don’t want to have you leave me knowing the last thing we did together was to talk about my options and plans, Y/N…I want to be together with you and get to know everything about you.”

You were hypnotized by how he spoke, and you were sure he knew he was arousing you with his way of speaking. However, your brain beat your heart, and you quickly backed away with a shaking head.

“Johnny…..we can’t…” you began, but immediately retorted saying anything else as you moved your head to the side.

Johnny sighed as his face saddened. You thought this was the end. That he would tell you to leave in disappointment and never speak to you again. But Johnny was always full of surprises.

“Then before we part ways, at least let me do something for you, teach. I want to reward you for being my amazing tutor.” He said, before sitting beside you and placing his hand on your thigh, sliding it suggestively close to to your inner thighs.

You shuddered at the contact and held back a moan when he slid it further to your cunt with each stroke.

“Please, let me make you feel good, teach..let’s feel good together for the night.” Johnny pleaded. Your thighs squeezed together when Johnny’s hands cupped your sex. You threw your head back when his middle finger started to stroke your sensitive clit through your panties and stockings.

“O-Okay, Johnny…ah, just this once.” You said with a shaky breath. He grinned smugly and closed his body to yours. He licked a stripe on your neck which made you yelp in surprise. His mouth wandered to your ear as he nibbled it gently. Since it was clear the two of you were doing this, you placed your hand on Johnny’s crotch to return the favor.

“Oh, mommy….” Johnny groaned from your touch. His hips bucked against your palm as you rubbed his bulge softly. He leaned in to leave wet and brushing kisses on your neck. “You’re so fucking hot. Almost had me creaming my pants like a fucking teenager there…” he whispered huskily. “But I’m a man, and m’not gonna cum until you do first, baby…”

“Mmm, Johnny…” you moaned his name. “T-This is so inappropriate but somehow I can’t find myself to care anymore…..your father would kill me if he found out.”

“Don’t worry a bit, teach. M’just thanking you for being the best tutor ever to exist. For being so good for me. Harmless enough, right? Besides, who gives a fuck what my father thinks? He couldn’t shut up about how glad he was to find you as my tutor. He would be proud of me if anything.” His hands snaked through your panties and teased your wet folds with circling strokes. “So wet…s’this all for me?” You nodded quickly in response. He pulled away from your neck and put his forehead against yours, his ocean colored orbs hazed in lust and vulnerability as he took you in. “You’re so pretty, Y/N…” he breathed out.

A sweet smile formed in your face while your eyes fluttered. “I think you’re pretty too, Johnny…” you whispered.

Johnny undressed from his denims and t-shirt, leaving him in only his boxers and socks. You unbuttoned your shirt in the meantime, biting your lip shyly when you saw the way Johnny was staring at you. His brows were wrinkled in pleasure.

“I love your boobs….always wanted to suck on them so bad. Wanna suck mommy’s boobs.” He said, flushed out. He used his finger to hook at the strings of your bra, sliding them down from your shoulder and revealing your breasts.

You look up at him before fondly holding his hand and placing it on your chest. “You may, Johnny. You’ve been a good boy to me and you deserve a reward too.”

You leveled up your game to match Johnny’s cockiness, but it seemed to drag his down in the process. He was growing needy and whiny by the minute, and you enjoyed it. You always thought Johnny was a sweet guy despite his lack of maturity. He was funny, and made you feel like a teenager all over again with his wittiness. The further this went though, the more you discovered the desire to nurture him.

Without hesitation, he crouched and grabbed your boobs with both of his hands, squeezing them in fascination. “So round…” you heard him mumble. He attached his mouth into one of your nipples and suckled like his life depended on it. He was like a baby, desperate for the mother’s milk. His tongue swirled around your perking nipple and his moans sent vibrations through your sensitive skin.

While he did his work on your breasts, you reached down to his boxer and took his dick out, stroking it gently to give him some relief. He responded with a loud moan and let his head rest on your shoulder.

“Oh, god…your hand feels so soft. Call me what you called me earlier again, teach. Please, I need to hear it.” Johnny pleaded.

You were a bit distracted to understand what he was referring to, but it quickly dawned upon you.

“You’re a good boy, Johnny. You’ve been such a good boy. Doing what I tell you to do and improving yourself for your sake….you deserve only the best, Johnny boy.” You praised while stroking his hair with your other hand.

He panted with each thrust of your hand, sending him in euphoria. “We deserve each other, teach. Only you can make me feel this way. I-I swear, there’s no other girl that can make me whine like a little bitch. S’only you…nngh please tell me I’m yours, mommy. I only want to be your good boy. Please, don’t leave me. Wanna be your good boy so much, teach. Please, please, please!..” Johnny begged with sealed eyes.

You stopped stroking him and cupped his face. It was now clear to you how nervous Johnny was for the future - one without you. There was a hint of distress along with it, and you realized just how attached Johnny had become of you. It was then that you made a decision. A decision that would make his worries leave.

“Shhh, it’s okay Johnny. I’ll stay with you. I promise. I’m all yours, and you’re mine.” You cooed.

His face lit up with so much relief, he looked like he was on the verge of crying. “Thank you, Y/N. You won’t regret this.” He said and gave you a hug. You returned it likewise, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his cheek before you leaned into his ear.

“Now, I recall you said you wanted to reward me. Show me how good you can make me feel with that dick of yours.”

A smirk appeared on Johnny’s face, and he immediately went back to work. He leaned you down on the bed with your legs still on the edge of his bed. He adjusted his placement to be between your legs, and rested his fat cock on your stomach, humping you slowly with his balls giving your clit a light slap. He couldn’t help himself and squeezed your left tit a few times before he paid attention to your heating core.

“Your pussy’s gorgeous, mommy…can’t wait to be inside you…” he groaned.

You stared down at his length in disbelief, only now being able to take in his size. “I-It’s so big! I don’t know if it’ll fit.” You nervously laughed as Johnny aimed his cock at your hole.

He lightly chuckled at the unintentional compliment and stroked your bare legs. “It’s alright, baby. I’ll make it fit. Stretch mommy so good you’ll never want anything else…”

He entered you with eagerness, making you jolt your head back with a howl. “Oooh, fuuuck!” You moaned.

“Shit, I’m sorry!…I-I couldn’t help myself…” Johnny apologized breathlessly. “You okay, teach?”

“I’m okay…it’s just, mmmh!…I feel so full..” you grunted. “It feels so good..”

Johnny’s worried expression faltered into an amused one. His ego was being stroked so hard it almost made him combust.

“Hmmm, I love your pussy, mommy…s’hugging my cock so good…wanna be buried inside of you always.” He purred. His hips rolled against yours and he gripped your waist tight.

You almost went cross eyed at the sensation of being fucked by a guy of high sex stamina. His hips wouldn’t stop frantically slamming into you, making your weeping hole hold tight onto his cock. You didn’t want him to stop at all. He was clearly a master in terms of how to make a woman feel good.

“Am I doing a good job, mommy? Am I?” He asked, desperately. You could sense his begging for validation miles away, and you quickly opened your mouth to give him just that.

Oh, yes!! Yes, Johnny, you’re making me feel like so good! M’so close to cumming! Hmm you’re so amazing, baby…mommy’s so proud of you..”

He whimpered at your praise, wanting nothing more but to make you cum around his cock. His thrusts was unlike anything a man of your age has provided. It was sourced with endless energetic rapidness to the point where it felt like you were being jackhammered. You were on the verge of climax when Johnny moved his thumb on your clit, giving full stimulation needed to make you orgasm.

“Cum, mommy…please cum for me, I need to feel it so bad. Hmmm fuck, you’re drowning me here with your pussy juice. Feels euphoric..”

Your brain went numb as he continued his frantic pounding combined with the stimulation he was providing in your clit. Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm closed in, making you twitch uncontrollably.

“Shit, aaaah I’m cumming! Oh, god!” You announced with a howl.

Your channel tightened around Johnny’s cock, sending him also to the verge of unleashing his load. “M’gonna cum too, mommy! Fuck, fuck fuck! Ah, Please, let me cum on your tits! Please, please, please!”

You were still having aftershocks of your orgasm as Johnny continued to stutteringly thrust into you, indicating he couldn’t hold it for much longer.

You whispered a raspy ‘you may’, and that was enough of an indication for him to pull out of you and climb over to your upper body. He gave it a few thrusts before he spilled all over you, shooting his hot load on your breasts while panting like he just had ran a marathon. Cum was splattered all over you, some only made it beneath your breasts and up near your throat. Most of it had invaded your breasts though, causing the milky substance to trickle down and spread around your soft flesh.

Johnny had a deep shade of red across his cheeks as he looked flushed from what had just taken place. After a moment of admiring your cum-covered tits, he hovered above you and gave you your first shared kiss. It was filled with eagerness from Johnny’s side, as if he had been waiting for this moment for ages. Before he leaned away from you, he nuzzled your nose with his as a loving gesture. You were about to rise up in accordance to Johnny, but he stopped you.

“Don’t move. Let me clean up my mess, mommy…” Johnny insisted.

You leaned back on the bed and let Johnny’s face close into your breasts. Your eyes didn’t blink once as you watched him graciously lapping up his cum from your chest, giving your boobs an occasional squeeze and suck. It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen with your own eyes, and it made you melt all the more at his soft hums when he was soon done.

He sucked one spot longer and detached his lips from your skin with a light pop before slumping on the bed beside you.

“Fuck…I can finally cross fucking a tutor off my bucketlist.” He rasped out pridefully.

You rolled your eyes. “Honestly, You’re such a slut, Johnny.”

He let out a laughter. “Ha, I sure am. I’m only a slut for you though. Haven’t hooked up in a long time because it it didn’t do it for me anymore. Got better off using my fleshlight and imagining you.” Your face scrunched a bit at yet one of his blunt confessions, but you took it as a compliment nonetheless. “You were on my mind all the time, haunting me whenever I tried to hook up with someone. I have lost my game because of you, but I honestly don’t care since I got something amazing out of it.” His arms wrapped around you and he smiled gleefully at you.

You tilted your head with an honored smile. “That’s…actually kinda sweet. You know…my favorite trope in romantic fiction used to be the one where the guy is a jock and the girl is a nerd who the jock eventually falls for, because she’s ‘different’. In high school I hoped one of the local jocks would fall for me, but of course they were far from romantic compared to the fictional version. But you mister, are something else. I suppose frat boys are my new type.”

Johnny beamed. “Good, good. Jocks are overrated anyways.”

“And MILFs are not?” You challenged with narrowed eyes.

“They are, but it’s a basic male fantasy.” He defended.

“Right, I can tell based on how you’re playing out that fantasy by calling me mommy.” You say unamused and look to the side.

He furrowed his eyes in confusion before he understood the meanings of your comment. You regretted saying that immediately. “Y/N, wait…look at me for a moment.” He ordered, and you obliged.

“You’re not someone I use to play whatever male fantasy I may have. You’re so much more than that to me. It’s just an added bonus that I think you’re perfect mommy material, which I didn’t discover was something I was into until I met you. Don’t lie and tell me you weren’t turned on by how needy I was for the simplest things. You make me go crazy, Y/N.” You blushed at the accusation, thinking over how right he was.

“Besides, if you don’t want me to call you that anymore then that’s completely fine. I can totally dom if you’re more into that. I’ll stop if it means you’ll still be with me. Having you by my side is the foremost important thing to me.” He leaned into you and rested his head on your chest with his face nuzzled underneath your chin. His hair was so fluffy and it made it all too hard to resist stroking his hair.

“N-No, it’s fine…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to accuse you of not valuing me.” You said apologetically. “As embarrassing as it is to admit, I kinda like it when you call me that…guess I discovered a side of me I didn’t know existed either by being with you.” You concluded. “I’m proud to call you my good boy.”

He hummed into your chest. “Hmmm, don’t make me excited, baby. You’ll have me begging to fuck you again if you keep dropping that petname so casually.”

Note from author: this is my first fic with one of the cevans characters being a bit of a subby hoe. Johnny’s on second place of being a closet sub after Jake in my book.

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated!

#johnny storm #johnny storm x y/n #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x female reader #johnny storm smut #chris evans fanfiction

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Eternal Flame Masterlist

Summary: You’ve been his best friend before he became a hero. Hopelessly in love without letting it show. Can the fire turn into an eternal flame, or will it get extinguished?

Pairing: Johnny Storm x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, unrequited feelings, womanizer Johnny, best friends to lovers?, low self-esteem, shy reader, awkward reader (sometimes), idiots in love, accidents with fire, more to be added

COMING SUMMER 2023

Eternal Flame (1) - Young Flame

Eternal Flame (2) - Old Flame

Eternal Flame (3) - New Flame

Eternal Flame (4) - Dying Flame

Eternal Flame (5) - Burning Flame

Eternal Flame (6) - Eternal Flame

#johnny storm #johnny storm x y/n #johnny storm x you #johnny storm x reader #Eternal Flame #fantastic four fanfiction #johnny x reader #human torch

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍… 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

hello everyone, okay so. I wrote this from my own personal experiences and pasts. it's something that I deal with. I don't feel anything pleasurable unless it's from a toy, nor can I put anything inside because it's painful. I also can't feel anything emotionally, when I first began to write this, it started off like how my life starts, but I realised I wasn't writing a story for you about my depression. I was writing a story about what I go through with men. I hope you enjoy it and know I'm always here for you if you go through something similar- the part with johnny is a true story, but the part with ari is sadly not. I apologise if this is bad.

summary - you meet a man who brings security into your life, making the men in your past no longer matter.

warning - angst, slight smut but not really, graphic in some sense, mentions of blood and pee, hint to a traumatic experience but nothing detailed, emotionally cut off, depression, slight fluff.

18+ only please, the gif and header aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Maybe there was something wrong with you.

Because there lying between your legs was a gorgeous man, doing everything in his power to please you, but you felt no pleasure. You could feel how his tongue swept across your folds, probably trying to locate your clit that not even you could find. You always thought that maybe you weren’t gifted one when you were born, but that couldn’t be possible, right? Because when you brought out your toy specifically made to vibrate that little button. You felt everything and more.

But this beautiful, god-like man is thrusting his tongue inside your not-so-lubricant hole, and you felt bad because you could tell he was trying his hardest to make this about you, but unfortunately, you would never feel the pleasure he wanted you to feel. And when your eyes meet his pretty blues, you offer a soft smile because you can’t let that fake moan you let others hear fall from your lips for him. He was too kind and precious, and you dread the day he realises you feel nothing because then he’ll leave, and you’ll be back to being alone and broken.

Your head falls back, and your mind begins to drift as this takes you back to the same thing that happened years ago.

You finally turned eighteen and thought you’d give men a shot again. So you downloaded the dating app everyone else had in hopes of finding a relationship that could last. You swiped through men, chatting with some but slowly drifting away because you didn’t know how to communicate with them anymore. They seemed to want something you didn’t want to do again.

But then you found him. Johnny Storm, oh my. What a dream he was. You were stupid. You thought that the conversations you had meant something, thought that when he said he only wanted casual, he’d changed his mind when you two hung out. You were a naive girl who had already been through hell yet still wanted a fairytale ending.

You remember when you decided to meet Johnny.

You got yourself all dolled up, dressing in a short sundress that didn’t fit your body well, but no one ever told you. You made sure you were shaved and smelled lovely. You were excited because you were stupid.

Meeting Johnny was… Fun. You could remember everything. You could remember the colour of his car. His face, everything he did and said. You could remember the pain.

You didn’t feel pleasure when he went down on you. The feeling felt like a cat’s tongue. You could remember that he didn’t even see if you had finished before climbing on top of you and covering you in his cum. But you were stupid. At the time, you didn’t see that as a problem.

You felt pain when his finger/fingers went inside you, even if they were covered in lube. The feeling hurt. It felt like someone had shoved so many knives inside of you. But you didn’t say anything. You pretended it felt good, you faked those moans, and he didn’t notice. Not even when he saw the blood on his fingers, but you remembered it all. You could still feel the stinging pain when you tried to pee. You remembered the blood and the doctor saying there was a tear. But that didn’t stop you because you were stupid.

The pain got worse when he slid his cock inside you. It never subsided, and the pain was never replaced with pleasure. But you faked it because you didn’t want to hurt his ego. After all, you thought there was something wrong with you.

You remember going to the doctor and asking what was wrong with you. Only for them to reply that everything will continue to hurt because your mind and body weren’t comfortable, all because of your trauma. You should’ve followed orders when your doctor said not to have sex until your mind relaxed. But you didn’t listen because you thought he would leave you if you stopped giving him what he wanted.

Johnny never noticed. He kept reminding you that this was casual and that he didn’t want a relationship. And you should’ve listened. Instead, you continued until one fateful night.

The two of you were lying next to each other, a tv show playing in the background as you talked. Somehow, you got on the topic of your weight.

“I’m fat.” You pout, looking down at your stomach. It was playful but also the truth, but you guessed Johnny didn’t get the memo.

He looked at you smugly. “You’re not fat.” You looked up at him, hopeful. “Just a little overweight.”

Your brows furrowed. “That’s fat. You just admitted I was fat.”

He shakes his head, “No. I said a little overweight.” And he kept repeating the word like it would make things better. But it never did after that. You got into a fight, and he left. What hurt the most wasn’t the physical pain or that he left. It was finding out he got into a relationship the moment the two of you stopped speaking.

“Y/n. Y/n, baby.” You blink, sucking in a breath as your eyes connect with those pretty blues again. Ari smiles, “Hey, where’d you go?” You desperately didn’t want to disappoint this man, so you kissed him. One hand rests on his chest, and the other grabs his hand, guiding it to your entrance. Even though in the back of your mind, you know it’ll hurt.

Ari was confused. He felt like something was wrong when he was between your thighs, and it was confirmed when you seemed to zone out, but now, Ari’s unsure of what was happening. He pulls back and looks you in the eyes, “Are you sure? We don’t have to, little dove.” You nod, eyes wide as you look into his. He watches your expression as he slowly pushes a finger inside, barely being able to with how tight you are. And he stops, pulling away from you when he hears the pained whimper.

You lie there with your eyes tightly screwed shut. Not wanting to see the one man you’ve felt something for, leave.

Ari slowly moves closer, grabbing a blanket and covering you. “Y/n. Open your eyes.” His voice is so gentle, so caring that it scares you. His hand softly strokes your cheek, and you can feel your heart breaking when he pulls you closer to him. No one’s ever treated you so kindly before. “It’s okay. I’m here if you need me.”

You felt lucky, silently thanking the universe for sending Ari your way. You met Ari on a whim, deciding to give the dating app another go but as a more hardened and cold person. You thought you’d see how an older man would treat you, and there were some you didn’t like but Ari. Oh, he was beautiful and so kind. He never mentioned sex or anything dirty. Instead, he wanted to get coffee, but only if you felt comfortable.

So you met him, and when your eyes connected, you felt safe, something you’d never felt before. He stood and greeted you, pulling your chair out before offering to pay. Ari didn’t pressure you, and he didn’t make you feel awkward for not knowing how to continue a conversation. He was so patient, and that one meeting turned into more. You had only kissed a few times, but he’d never take anything further.

Today was different... You wanted to give Ari the one thing you thought he wanted. But now, you ruined it. Because you couldn’t fake it with him, you couldn’t push through the pain and discomfort. You couldn’t make him believe he was pleasuring you when you felt nothing.

You slowly open your eyes, connecting with his again, but yours are both filled with sadness this time. “I’m sorry.” Ari could feel his heart breaking at the whisper of your voice, not knowing why you were apologising for something you didn’t do. “I’m a disappointment… I’m so sorry. If you want to leave, I won’t blame you.” Even as those words fall from your lips, you feel nothing. You feel empty, but there’s also a little warmth inside that you know will disappear when he does.

Ari’s brows furrow and his hold on you tightens. Your words ring in his head, and Ari can feel tears building up in his eyes. He’s already aware that you are shut off emotionally, but the way those words roll off your tongue, he knows you’ve been hurt so many times that it’s become normal for you. Ari clears his throat, holding back the sobs that desperately try to escape before he lifts your chin, your eyes connecting again.

“Don’t apologise. You didn’t do anything wrong. You aren’t a disappointment, and I’m not leaving.” He practically growls. He leans forward and presses a rough but loving kiss against your forehead. He stares at you with so much passion that it scares you. You can feel goosebumps rise from his touch. “I won’t force you to do something that hurts or makes you uncomfortable. I’m a grown man, Y/n. I can either wait until you are ready or live without it. Because I am not letting you go, I told you I was all in. I’m not letting something like this break that promise.” His words are so full of passion that you swear you could cry.

“A–Are you sure? Because I will understand and won’t blame you. I know there’s something wrong with me.” You roll over as you speak, hesitantly resting your chin on his chest while looking at him.

Ari’s hands curl into fists, wanting to kill those who made you think this. “There’s nothing wrong with you, little dove. And if anyone ever tells you otherwise, I will kill them.” He pulls you flush against him, your face close to his. “We will take our time. We will go your pace, and you will not rush and harm yourself just because you think I’m disappointed. Understood?”

You nod, your mouth opening and closing as shock fills you. “Understood…” The word falls from your lips in a soft whisper, never having someone put you first.

Ari nods. “Good, now come here.” And as those words leave him, he pulls you into the most passionate and loving kiss. And you swear…

You felt…

Something.

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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Some Cruel Joke - Johnny Storm x Reader (College AU)

Summary: Your confidence and beliefs take a hit after overhearing some nasty things

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Angst! Girls being bitches! Fluff! College Drinking! Language!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You were scribbling in your notebook, writing the idea you had for your next assignment as you walked out of your evolution class. You tried your best to stay out of everyone’s way, but you still heard the scoffs of people in such a rush they couldn’t wait a couple of seconds for the path clear. When you got outside you move over to the side completely out of the way, still scribbling in your notebook as you sat down on the steps.

“Hey there’s my favourite genius,” Johnny says announcing his presence as sits down next to you.

“Genius is being kind” you point out shooting him a look.

“Don’t sell yourself short shortcake, I have it on good authority that Reed is always trying to beat your scores” Johnny says nudging you with his elbow.

“I highly doubt that,” you say rolling your eyes.

“It’s true, Sue is constantly complaining that he studying so hard to beat you, you may just be the reason they break up” Johnny chuckles.

“Still not finding this reassuring” you point out shaking your head at him.

“Oh, you know what I mean” Johnny laughs.

“Thankfully yes, after all these years I’m fluent in johnny” you chuckle.

You had been friends with Johnny for as long as you could remember. You guys were practically inseparable at school even when his popularity grew, he always found you in the lunch hall and walked back home with you.

“What are your plans this evening?” Johnny asks rubbing his hands together.

“Um probably studying, maybe get a start on this assignment, I’ve got a really good idea for it,” you say tapping your notebook with your pencil.

“Well, that can wait,” Johnny says snatching your notebook from you.

“Johnny!” You complain trying to grab it back.

“Nope” Johnny says holding it out of your reach “I’ve been invited to a party at the Kappa house and your my plus one”

Your shoulder slump as you look back at him uncertainly “I dunno johnny” you sigh.

“C’mon it’ll be fun, I’ll be with you the entire time,” Johnny says reassuringly.

“But I have so much work to do” you argue gesturing to your notebook in his hand.

“The party is later tonight, if you’re still working then, you need to re-evaluate your work-life balance,” Johnny says giving you a pointed look, “please shortcake” he pleads.

He gives you his puppy dog eyes that instantly made you melt every time. But even without the pleading look, you knew you’d give in eventually, you’d never pass up an opportunity to spend time with Johnny. You’ve always liked Johnny, even before you knew what it was you were feeling towards him, and as you grew older, your feelings only grew stronger.

Of course, you never said anything, because of who he was, and who you were.

“You promised not to ditch me?” You relent.

“I swear, and as soon as you want to leave, we’ll go, together” Johnny promises hand over his heart.

You smile warmly back at him “Thank you, Johnny”

Johnny beams back at you “anything for you shortcake” he says passing back your notebook “I’ve got to get to baseball practice but I’ll pick you up at 7” he says quickly kissing your cheek, jumping up and walking away.

That evening you and Johnny were walking to the party together. You had foregone your usual jeans and sweater, instead opting for a plaid skirt you’d been wanted to wear for ages but were never brave enough to. You’d paired it with a cream long-sleeve ribbed turtleneck top, and knee-high boots

You swallowed nervously as you glanced down at your outfit. You were certain everyone else there would be wearing much more revealing clothing, much sexier clothing. You were gonna stick out like a sore thumb.

“Hey, you alright?” Johnny asks his hand slipping into yours, startling you.

“Oh-uh-um- yeah was-um just thinking I could have worn a different top or something” you stutter shrugging your shoulders.

“Are you kidding me shortcake?” Johnny exclaims with a lopsided smile “you’re smoking hot right now”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you looked down at the floor, trying and failing to hold back a smile. As you looked back over at Johnny you could see him smiling back at you warmly and for the first time, you thought maybe the hopeless crush you had, wasn’t so hopeless.

“I think we’re both gonna score tonight” he then winks.

Nevermind.

“Yeah sure,” you hum quietly, nodding your head and looking back down at the floor.

Johnny kept hold of your hand as you approached the Kappa house, guiding you inside and into the kitchen. He only dropped your hand when he made you both a drink.

“Don’t worry it’s not strong” he promises as he passes you your red cup.

He puts his hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you out of the kitchen and into the living room. He quickly found a spot on the couch, it was a bit tight with so many others. But you didn’t mind, not when Johnny stretched his arm out behind you on the back of the couch.

Conversations flowed around you, Johnny laughing and talking with all his friends, with people he didn’t even know. It never mattered with Johnny, he could make friends with anyone. A couple of people asked you questions like what you studied, hobbies, and the typical get-to-know-you questions, but none of them sparked a conversation. So you just sat and listened to Johnny’s conversations instead.

“I’m just going to the restroom,” you told Johnny leaning in so he could hear you over the music

“You okay?” He asks to lean in as you did.

You give him a reassuring smile, nodding in response before standing up and walking out of the room. You made your way up the stairs, about to round a corner when you overhead a conversation that made you freeze.

“Did you see that dork he brought with him?” One girl said, and it didn’t take a genius to know that they were talking about you and Johnny.

“Yeah there’s no way they’re together, she’s a pity fuck at most” another girl stated.

“I bet it’s his initiation, fake date her, like Wyler, did with that art creep” the first girl laughed.

You felt your heart clench at their words. You knew your chances with Johnny were practically none existent, but hearing others thought the same was heartbreaking. You had been the butt of jokes for years, you’d been told someone liked you only for it to be a cruel joke.

But you knew Johnny, he was your friend. He wouldn’t do anything like that, every move he made, words he said couldn’t be fake, for some initiation.

You didn’t dare face those girls though, you didn’t want to see the looks on their faces as they laughed at you. So you quickly turned around and rushed back down the stairs.

When you poked your head into the living room you couldn’t see Johnny. You then heard his loud laughter from the kitchen. You followed the sound of his laughter, finding him in the kitchen with a couple of his friends, all of them with their backs to you as they remade drinks.

“So that chick you brought? She your girl?” Colin asks making you stop short at the threshold of the kitchen.

“Ah” Johnny sighs, his shoulders dropping slightly “no… she’s just a friend”

“Not gonna happen then?” Bryce then asked.

“Nope, not a chance” Johnny states shaking his head.

“Well, you had me fooled” Bryce chuckled taking a sip of his drink.

Your heart practically stopped. If it wasn’t for the loud music and raucous conversation you were pretty sure you could hear your heart breaking. You just couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it.

You couldn’t be here, you couldn’t face Johnny right now. So you left. You got all the way out to the front porch before you stopped. The guilt of just leaving without saying anything makes you pause. Pulling out your phone you were about to call for a cab and text Johnny that you were leaving.

“Hey, you okay?” Johnny said behind you, jogging down the stairs to meet you.

“Um- yeah just wanted some fresh air” you mutter looking down at the floor.

“Are you sure? Did something happen?” Johnny asks putting his hand on your arm.

You quickly turned, so his hand fell from your arm “actually I'm pretty tired, can we go home?”

“Yeah, yeah sure,” Johnny says his eyes searching your face, or at least as well as they could with you avoiding his gaze.

Keeping your eyes on the ground in front of you, you started briskly walking back towards your place. You didn’t wait for Johnny, you only knew he was following when you heard him jog to catch up.

The walk back home was pretty much silent. Johnny occasionally asked you questions like ‘did you enjoy yourself’ and ‘did you like chatting with his friends’ but you just responded with small hums. You just hoped your excuse that you were tired was good enough.

“Hey um-“ Johnny says clearing his throat quickly “we’ve um been friends for a long, long time and um there’s no one I enjoy spending time with like you because you’re just- just so awesome, so uh I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go out sometime? Like a date?”

That was what finally broke you. The final nail in the coffin. Despite everything you heard you were still clinging to the hope that it wasn’t true. That johnny wouldn’t fake ask you out, as a dare or joke. But it just happened.

“Please don’t do that Johnny” you whispered “please don’t be that guy”

“Shortcake? What- what do you mean?” Johnny asks confused stopping to face you.

“Please don’t be the guy who asks me out as a joke” you mutter, hugging yourself tightly as you glanced over at him tears in your eyes.

“What-“ Johnny breathes out, his eyes wide.

“I’ve been the butt of that joke for years, all through middle school and high school” you admit shaking your head as tears stream down your face “I heard what those girls said, that I must be some pity fuck or-or a fake date for your initiation, I heard Bryce say you had him fooled” you continue watching as Johnny's face fell, you’d caught him out and he knew it “yet I still believed maybe it’s wasn’t true, but it is- it is true”

“Shortcake…” Johnny mutters taking a step towards you, stopping when you stepped back.

“I just never thought you’d turn into that person, be cruel enough to get someone's hopes up only to pull the rug out from underneath them and laugh” you sniffle wiping away your tears, watching as a flicker of hurt washed over Johnny’s face.

“Shortcake, you’ve got it all wrong” he muttered shaking his head “those girls are just jealous assholes, and Bryce said that because he honestly thought we were dating, fuck I even told him to stay the fuck away when I said we weren’t because you're my shortcake” Johnny exclaimed gesturing back to the party.

Your eyes scan his desperate face, trying to work out if you believed him or not. You wanted to, you really did but you’d been hurt so many times before.

“Do you know why I call you shortcake?” Johnny says sighing gently.

You shake your head, shrugging your shoulders “I dunno because I’m short and I like cake” you guess, unsure what this even had to do with it.

Johnny lets out a light chuckle “well that does apply, but no” he says shaking his head “it’s because in 7th grade when I didn’t make the baseball team, you shared your last slice of strawberry shortcake that your mom made with me to cheer me up, and from that moment on I knew you were special and that I was head over heels in love with you”

Your lips parted in surprise “johnny i- i-“ you stutter in disbelief.

Johnny gives you a warm smile, closing the distance between you his hands reaching up to cup your cheek “so shortcake when I ask you out it's not as a joke or for my initiation, it’s because I love you and I want to date you and because the idea of you being with anyone else kills me”

“Johnny” you whisper softly completely melting at his words.

“So is that a yes to a date?” Johnny asks with a lopsided smile.

“Yes, of course,” you breathe out a smile breaking out on your face.

Johnny's grin grows as he leans down and captures your lips in his. It starts off hesitant but soon grows in confidence as all the years you love you shared for each other pass between you.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Just A Kiss - Johnny Storm X GN Reader

Title: Just A Kiss

Johnny Storm X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Susan (Mentioned), Reed (Mentioned), Ben (Mentioned), Victor (Mentioned), Steven (Mentioned), and Reader's friends (Mentioned)

Part 2 - Burning Flame

WC: 2,284

Warnings: Embarrassment, society pressure mentioned, insomnia, bullying mentioned, slightly suggestive (pretty spicy), nervousness, anxiety, fidgety Reader, friends to lovers, crying, sassy Reader, slight angst, cuteness, and fluff

You lay awake on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You had a rough day. Your alarm didn't wake you up, you were late for your first class, you definitely failed your test, and your friends were all talking and talking about their first kisses. It was just so... Uncomfortable for you. They didn't know that you hadn't had your first kiss. Yeah, you're twenty-two... From what society had told you, you should've had one by now. No one knew that you never got yours. And, even when your friends asked you about yours, you just told them you had yours in high school, just like they did. Saying yours wasn't anything special. Thankfully, they bought your terrible lie and went on with their conversation.

Unable to sleep, you grabbed your phone off your bedside table, unplugging it from its charger. Squinting at the sudden brightness of your screen, you turned down the brightness and went to your contacts. Scrolling down a bit, your finger hesitated over Johnny's picture. You had been friends with Johnny and his sister since you were kids. Johnny had always been your best friend, ever since he stopped some kids from bullying you. He was your hero, and you wished you didn't tell him that. Even at fifteen years old, his ego grew. At around the end of junior year, Johnny sort of changed, he became more interested in girls. Flirting and fooling around. It was rather annoying, and it made you rather sad when he'd cancel hanging out with you to go out with some cheerleader from school.

After high school and a little after his time in college, he chillaxed a bit, but he still was an egotistical playboy. It was hard when he, Susan, Reed, Ben, and Victor went to space for their weird job. Johnny had been gone for a long time, and there was no way to really contact him. For months you missed your gaming Sundays and studying Wednesdays. You missed when he'd take you to the movies or diners for lunch. It was even worse when he did come back. With those powers of his.

It was like he was a teenager again, showing off to the ladies his amazing powers, going to bike show events, and spending nights with different women. Yes, it was nice to have him and the others back and to be able to have the chance to work with them in their lab after your graduate classes. But, being around Johnny when his ego had blasted through the rooftops was very irritating. Susan liked to keep you around when Johnny was being immature since you were really the only person to bring him back to earth from his celebrity fantasies.

And, here you were, hesitant to even ask Johnny to come over. Who knew what he was doing... You didn't want to bother him, but he had always said that no matter what time or day, you could ask him to come by. That was one amazing thing about Johnny, he was so attentive. Always wanting, and willing, to help you. He had once said he didn't care if it was night or day, if it was early or late or if it was in the middle of a snowstorm; he'd drop everything to go and help you.

Making your decision, you calmed your nerves, tapped his profile, and then tapped the text option. Shifting in your position, you began to text, before pressing send.

'Hey, can ya come over?'

Not even a minute later you got a text back.

'Sure sweetheart, window open?'

You rolled your eyes, typing back.

'Don't burn down my house...'

‘🙂’

You then turned off your phone and got out of bed, walking over to turn on your light. You sat back down on your bed as you waited, only to then hear a soft knock at your window. Looking over, you smiled softly as Johnny opened your window, stepping in. Closing the window, Johnny turned to you, and that's when you noticed he was in his 'superhero' suit. Walking over, Johnny sat next to you, looking at you with a slightly worried expression.

"What's up?" He asked as he watched you look forward, pursing your lips. "Nothing I did, right? If I did do something, you can punch me... I can handle it." He tried to joke, but you knew Johnny, you could see how worried he was by his posture and the look in his eyes.

"I just had a rough day." You began softly, fidgeting with your hands in your lap, "I was late for my first class, totally failed my test, and my friends were hard to deal with."

Johnny frowned as he narrowed his eyebrows slightly, "What did they do?" He asked, his voice deep as he stared at the side of your head.

You just shook yours and turned to look up at him, "Nothing, they were just talking and I felt left out."

Johnny hummed, "What were they talking about?" He asked and you froze up momentarily.

That was what you didn't want to tell him. The thought alone terrified you. You didn't want him to know you've never kissed anyone. You were worried that if he knew, he'd make fun of you in some way. Tell everyone in the world that his best friend never got their first kiss. But, the rational side of your brain said he would never do such a thing. He was your best friend. You bit your lip as the two of you sat in silence. Johnny sat patently beside you as he gave you time to think and maybe open up. Another amazing thing about him. Sometimes Johnny's presence brought you comfort. It made you feel better, it allowed you to breathe freely and calm down.

"They asked about my first kiss." You finally blurted out without thinking and winced as soon as the words had left your mouth.

There was another moment of silence before Johnny spoke up. "Well, how did that go?" He asked and you sighed, unable to look at him.

"Terribly. Since I never had one."

Johnny looked at you confused, "I thought you said you had yours with Steven, from history class?" He asked and you shook your head.

"I lied."

Johnny looked at you, confused, yet his voice sounded sad, "Why?"

You scoff, unconsciously pinching the skin of your palm. Johnny noticed, pulling your hand away and holding it captive in his.

"I felt left out, Johnny. Everyone has had their first kisses, and I never got one. So, for years, I've lied and said I did."

Johnny shook his head, taking your other hand in his, tuning you around to face him. "Not having your first kiss is nothing to be ashamed of, Y/N." He told you gently, brushing away a few tears that had fallen onto your cheeks.

Sniffling, you nodded and tried to stop crying. "I just... I never got that and I feel like... Like I am missing out on something that should've happened in my life. It makes me feel like I-" You paused.

"... Like you're missing something important?" Johnny finished for you and you nodded, biting your lip again.

"Yea, something like that."

"Oh," Johnny mumbled softly, stroking your hair gently with his free hand, "Listen, sweetheart. Not everybody will experience the same thing at the same time.” His tone softened as he looked at you, "I'm sorry you haven't experienced your first kiss. But... I have an idea if you are up for it." Johnny spoke as you tilted your head to the side, confused, and curious.

"What's your idea? If you say that you'll set me up with one of your dumb friends-"

"I won't set you up with any of my dumb friends. Just hear me out." Johnny began, gaining your attention.

You stared up at him as he smiled softly down at you before speaking, "How about... You have your first kiss... With me?"

Your eyes widened as your eyebrows shot up, "Huh?"

Johnny quickly squeezed your hands, "Hear me out! You haven't had your first kiss-"

"Keep rubbing it in." You mumbled, earning a small glare from Johnny as he continued.

"You could kiss me so you won't have to wait. Plus, you already know me, and I am your best friend. Who else would be the perfect match for your first kiss? I’m a genius." He explained, making you narrow your eyes at him.

You were shocked that Johnny would even volunteer to be your first kiss.

"Really?" You asked incredulously, staring up into his blue eyes.

He nodded softly, smiling down at you as he rubbed your cheek and your drying tears, "Of course Y/N, I'd be honored." He smiled gently as you swallowed thickly, looking down at your lap, closing your eyes.

You wanted this. Even if it wasn't anything serious, it still counted. It would just be a kiss. Opening your eyes, you looked back up at Johnny and nodded.

Johnny gave you a nod back and straightened his shoulder slightly. "Alright, so I’ll lead you into this." He spoke softly as he scooted closer to you, and you quickly shut your eyes tight, making Johnny laugh lightly. "Relax, that's rule number one." He spoke, booping your nose; smiling as you scrunched it up.

"There are rules?" You asked and Johnny nodded, though you couldn't see it.

"Yeah, shush. Now, relax... tilt your head slightly- Yeah, like that. Okay, now wet your lips." He spoke, placing his hands on your blushing warm cheeks, watching as your tongue darted out to wet your lips. Johnny did the same, before speaking again, "Okay, now just go with the flow."

"That's easy for you to say, you've done this before." You mumbled as Johnny sighed.

"Shush, I'm gonna kiss you now."

Now, that shut you up.

Johnny watched as you slowly relaxed, your scrunched-up eyes relaxing as well. Tilting your head slightly in his hands, Johnny took a moment to look at you. Gazing as your eyelashes lightly fluttered on the tops of your flushed cheeks, Johnny smiled to himself. Leaning down, he brushed the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip as he pulled your face towards his. Licking his lips, he gently pressed his lips against yours. His lips were soft and tasted of coffee. Your hands moved upwards to hold his neck, pulling him in a little closer to you as you both deepened the kiss as Johnny ran his fingers through your hair. Slowly pulling away, your eyes fluttered open, staring up into Johnny's blue ones as you both caught your breath.

"You're a natural," Johnny whispered before you spoke.

"What are we doing?" You asked, feeling as if some unknown and unseen force was pulling you closer to Johnny.

"I don't know," He answered, his nose brushing against yours "But... I really like it."

"Me too." You let out breathily, mind foggy; clouded.

His gaze lowered to your lips, yours doing the same. Your hand tightens, finger weaving into his short hair and you pull him down, locking lips with him. You both moaned in satisfaction, kissing each other as you tried to get closer to the other, deepening the kiss once more. This kiss was different than the first one, this one was passionate and intense. Your heart started beating faster than you could control, making you feel lightheaded. Johnny pulled you closer, his warm hands finding their way into your shirt and onto your skin. His touch sent a jolt through your entire body. Slowly, Johnny pulled away, his half-lidded eyes staring into yours.

Before either of you could say or do anything, you heard a phone ringing. Johnny quickly grabbed his phone and answered it. You bit your swollen lips as he spoke.

"What? It's midnight? Susie, chill. I'm with Y/N. Yeah, we're studying, well, I'm helping them." He spoke, nudging you gently with a small laugh and a wink. "Yeah, I know it's not Wednesday. You're not our mom, Sue. Yeah, I'll come back. Love you." Quickly, Johnny hung up, tossing his phone on his bed.

"So, Susan wants you home?" You asked and Johnny shrugged.

"Yeah, it's whatever though." It was quiet for a while before Johnny spoke, "Are you okay? Are we okay?" He asked softly and you nodded.

"Yeah, Johnny. I'm good. We are good. Thank you."

Johnny nodded as he scratched the back of his neck, "Yeah, no problem. Happy to help." You sat in silence again until he spoke up again, "I guess I have to go now. Don't want to make Sue wait."

You laughed nervously, "Yeah, don't want to make her wait." You spoke and he nodded, smiling widely at you. He leaned over and kissed your forehead, causing you to blush profusely.

"I'll uh, I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked as you walked over with him to your window.

You nodded, "Yeah, I'll be at the lab."

Johnny nodded, "Okay, cool. I'll go. Yeah..." He spoke, turning to the window, but pausing.

You watched him confused as Johnny quickly turned back around to you, placing his hands on your cheeks, he leaned down and connected his lips with yours. Kissing you as if he'd never see you again. Pulling away after a few seconds, he cupped your face with his left hand, smiling softly at you before pressing a gentle peck against your lips.

"Bye, sweetheart." He whispered, before opening the window, catching ablaze, and flying off.

You stared after him, eyes wide as you pressed your fingers to your lips. You were more confused than ever now.

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 2 years

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A summer wedding p.1

An insane amount of Angst heart break

A little fluf if you can call it fluff, a character calling herself names NO self harm though Ari is a warning in himself.

P.s. a jury is a performance final for musicans reblogs are welcome no posting or publishing online or print

Rachel and David's wedding was beautiful. In begining of it I imagined it was me and Ari. I loved seeing him in his suit and standing rhere next to the groom. Hair just so. Posture just so. He even mouthed I love you." And in reply I said "I love you too."

He looked so hansome I hoped one day maybe we'd have a summer wedding

In the reception. I didn't mind being away from him as the wedding party was sat together. He had come to me and we were dancing together. He first came to me when they put on Ella firzgerald's Our Love is Here to Stay. Which now seems like like a cruel joke. Even more that he wispered the lyrics in my ear. I don't even know what happened. How it happened it just erruptrd. Like mt. Vesuvius. They didn't have a word for volcano before that did you know that? And I dont even have a word to describe what happened.

We had a big fight... huge!

Bad. I was crying. He was crying. Things weren't thrown but we were banging on things.

The poor dog, well our dog, technically his but I take him when hes been on assignment hut he hasn't left lately. Anyway our Pup was just standing there his head like a tennis ball as we went back and forth. Doors were being slammed. I dont think I ever saw him cry before. I've never seen him. Ari never cries. I mean never. Not at funeral of other agents, Not even after the that custody agreement or lack there of hurt him knowing his ex wife had full custody of Maya and Maya was being taken to live in Austria with her Mother... and Ari could do nothing but hope to see Maya whenever he could fit it in. And I was more than supportive. I didn't care if Ari had gone to see Maya but he iften brought me with him but I loved staing at the hotel so they could have time. Unless Maya specifically asked for me to come and sometimes she did.

He never cries but that night he did.

I don't even know what what happened just that did. But I waited. To give him his space. The air still felt charged the next day. I left him a note in th kitchen. "I'm in the guest bedrrom and I taped it to the microwave he had to see that. But he didn't say a word that day. At lesst not to me. So I waited another day to say something but that was it I couldnt wait 2 days. It seemed he couldnt either.

"I'm sor- ry"

"I want to break up"

We both said at he same time but I had the last syllable. Like the other night I had th le last word but he slamed the dooor last.

"Ok I mean not ok i mean im not-" I sighed and took a breath.

"If you want to break up. I, " I breathed in. "It's not something I want but you obviously have a right to call it off. But I still want to apologize first. Before I go I mean."

He said "Ok" so calm so cool so colleected that I almost completely lost it. Ari...was like he didn't care maybe he didn't. Days ago we were go happy laughing and kissing and just dancing looking into eachothers' eyes. We were so happy.

"I've just been under a lot of stress and I took it out of your and that wasn't fair of me, at all. It was stupid. And I'm sorry. I should've appologized that night or the next morning. I just thought i should give you time to not exactly cool off but we were both emotional I thought I was doing the right thing by giving you a day."

"I still want to-"

"That's fine. I'll respect that. Can I um have a few day to get mt stuff together. Which guest room- I mean I can stay in a guest room right? MeanIfYouWantMeToICanGoToAHotel ThisWholeThingIsMyFaultI shouldGoToAHotel.

He reached out and I immediately went silent. He reached out like he's done so many times before but his hand cupped my face it veared at the last second, falling on my shoulder not on my face.

"Breathe. You can take the main."

"No really I don't I should I-"

"Take it." He said wih a nod of encouragement.

"OK"

I stood there. Breaghing heavily. My heart beating out of my chest. Tears I was blinking back. I didn't know what to do. It was like a faceoff. Then he move first. I swollowed hard-I thought he was going to kiss me on the forehead but no, I mearly felt his hot breath on my forehead as he got a little too close steping around me.

I don't know if he was being cruel and teasing me or of my maybe it was for himself, not completely letting go of me yet. I get it it takes time if I do at all.

I spent the rest of the day outside mostly crying, I put somethings together sobbing and that night but when I came across rhe Star of David he gave me before he left on a mission for two and a half weeks, the first mission he'd been on since we had been together. I was so scared and he told me he promise he'll come back to get it, come back to me. Holding it in my hand I

just lost it. And I never got my composure back

The poor pup, well not a pup but I call him pup. Had gone back and forth between the two of us, I suppose as he had dissapeared for some time and then came back. I don't exactly know where my now ex was. I only came inside if I didn't see him or come out of the bedroom if he wasn't

I only stepped out of the room if I knew he wasnt around. Peaking out quietly making sure I didnt hear his voice or his feet or anything to things easier on both of us.

I fet bad taking anything to eat or drink. None of it was for me anymore. So I just took a bag of chips and a sleeve of crackers and a bottle of water.

But he has those big bottles so that'd last me a while. But, that night...that night was worse. I had tried to orginize my things but I did what I could do until it became too much and I just collapsed in tears. Crying so hard and so much giving myself a migraine.

I had no one to call, no one to talk to. I didn't have very many friends and I know the ones I did wouldn't care to talk to me about this at all. They were mearly serface friendships. Hair makeup gossip shit not like this. Although I had talked to them about our relationship, this wasn't something they'd ever help me with. His friends were nicer to me but I wasn't going to go there. So that night I called my own cellphone left myself a rediculousy long voicemail I'd deleate in the morning.

"I can't believe I was so fucking stupid. I shouldn't have just done what I normally do, I know I said I wouldn't but i didnt and then this happens. I just I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I don't even feel right taking some water or food. had some crackers some chips so I think that'd be ok. I mean I know I should but it just doesn't feel right to eat more.

I have 3 essays due on the same day each 10 pages long. My jury to prepare for and Im still haveing trouble with pronouning some German, I planned to ask Ari for more help he was good with a German accent. And then my boss wants me to put together some 22 odd powerpoint presentation together for him. My family is just ugh I feel like I'm drowning underwater eor being strangeled and now this. I want Ari back ll i know he could pul me out if the water- he always did. Now Im alone J want to quit everything and just live in a hole. Nothing is going right. Maybe in a few months after I recover from all this I can just hit the reset button and start over what I can and just whatever I can't, just screw it. I have to try to find a way to live with myself now. I mean I want to talk to him, to tell him that I don't want to do this. I don't want to leave things like this I want to just fight for us but it's what he wants. Who am I to just say "no" that's selfish of me horrible of me. I mean if its the otherway around I wouldn't want him forcing anything on my or feeling like Im trying to. I hate myself so much right now and theres nothing I can do to stop it or to feel better. I'm a horrible person for just causing all this. He was crying I've never seen him genuinely that sad or that mad before it wasn't some movie or scene he was right infront if me and it was because of me. I just feel like I lost everything. Like I lost myself. No, It's true he is everything to me. If I lost him I -," I scoff at myself if I lost him who am I freaking kidding I who did lose him, I lost everything and I have no one to blame but myself." I sobbed into my pillow.

"I just want Ari. He means everything to me and I just feel like I'm worthless peice of shit for making him cry. He never does I can't imagine how much I hurt him for him to cry. I'll never forget that. I just feel like everything is numb because... I lost him for good... the one good thing I had in the life my only is gone."

In some wacked out tripped up vision in my mind he was sitting right outside the door listening to me pour my heart out. listening to me cry for hours. And he'd give me another chance realizing I'm punishing myself far more than he ever could. Or that

Maybe he'd come in and wake me up or stroke my hair or something like he used to do to wake me up sometimes I dont know if it always would wake me up since he'd say i tried to wake you. But he'd come in and I'd say that. "I don't expect to be forgiven. I just want another chance. To A chance to again to make up for it. To say let me show you I'm worth something...anything...I don't know I don't even think he could look at me. You should've seen him when he said ok so cool and calm and collected. He hates me. So much. I don't blame him. Even I hate me."

I cried myself to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept for or what time it even was when there was a knock on the door. It wasnt quiet but it was quiet enough for me to not be sure if I heard it or not. It had gotten louder and louder again. I finally got out if bed shuffling to the door and I turned the handle but I stopped, giving him time to leave if he wanted to.

I opened the door and nothing. There was nothing. Great I'm imagining, hearing things now. I happened to look down and

There was a sandwich with a note "I noticed no food was missing. Eat. Please."

He made me a sandwich. It was nice of him considering everything.

Ari's P.O.V.

"Sammy you should have heard her,"To be continued....

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