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gay-dorito-dust · 2 months ago

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I have something for Johnny if you want.

Johnny x shy!reader that has scarlet witch powers? Being Johnny girlfriend and Johnny family adores shy!reader

‘I’m starting to think my family likes you more then me at this point.’ Johnny says one day as he face planted your shared bed.

‘How so Johnny?’ You asked sweetly as you waved your hand as you brought a blanket over your boyfriend’s body with your magic, never failing to notice the soft smile that grew across his face as he lifts himself from the pillow to face you.

‘Are you kidding me? I mean look at you!’ He exclaims as he gestures to all of you shamelessly, making you feel a little exposed by his beautiful brown doe eyes that never seemed to fail in making you melt. ‘You’re sweet, compassionate, adorable to an unfair extent it makes me question how a being as beautiful as you could exist, and did I forget to mention that you’re an absolute badass with your powers?’ Johnny adds with a smirk as he saw how easily affected you were by his words as he counts off everything he found to adore you for on his fingers.

You groan playfully as you smacked Johnny on his bicep, a sheepish smile began to spread across your lips, all the while attempting to fight back the butterflies that were making their presence known within your stomach. It didn’t matter if you were dating Johnny for a few weeks or a few months, for he would always find ways to make you feel as though no time has passed between the two of you.

You at first didn’t want anything to do with the cocky, overly confident, playboy known as Johnny Storm and stayed away from him for a good while…until you couldn’t and it lead to what you considered the best decision you ever made in agreeing to let him take you on a date. However recently Johnny’s sister Sue, her husband Reed and Ben had been taking note of the subtle changes within johnny and knew someone was the reason behind it, which had lead to Johnny dragging you to the Baxter building more times then you can count to meet his family; whom of which had grown a fondness towards you and your positive influence on Johnny himself.

‘Johnny…’ you drew out his name as you buried your head into his shoulder, holding him close as you selfishly leeched off of his warmth, not that you’d ever tell him this but you were certain with how eager he was to keep you in his arms chuckling. He was very much aware and was more than willing to indulge you as he was just as much addicted to your soft, comforting hugs that he swore to high heavens he would die without.

‘I’m not lying! You should hear them half of the time! Where’s y/n? Johnny, go get your better looking partner. Johnny, where is my future sibling in law, you can’t hog them all the time.’ Johnny replied as he made dramatic voices for the likes of Sue, Ben and Reed based on the most recent interactions with them, most of which were asking for you or wondering how you were in general. Johnny didn’t mind, if anything he was downright ecstatic knowing that his family were just as obsessed with you as he was, he adored how you and his sister got along the most; knowing straight away from the moment he found you and his family sharing stories in the kitchen that this was something he wanted to see more often in the future.

Commitment wasn’t his thing, it never was until he met you, and as cliche as that sounded -and he knew just how cliche it came across- but it was true and Johnny wouldn’t want it any other way. He’d even claim you had put some type of spell on him, to which you only hide your smile from his groan inducing joke in regard to your magical abilities. He even remembered the day that he realised that you were the type of person he wanted to bring to his family, something he never gave a deeper insight into before you mind you as he never felt that deep of connection.

So everyday when he wakes up to see you cuddled into his side peacefully and safely, he considered himself the most luckiest man alive, and he didn’t bother to hide it either as he bragged to anyone with ears that someone as wonderful as you had chosen a hotheaded stud muffin -his words- like him.

You smiled as you cuddled further into him, knowing firsthand that he was right, and you were still getting use to the idea that his family adored you from the moment Johnny brought you to your first of many Sunday family diners. You remembered sweating bullets and tugging at your formal attire, but Sue and Reed were more than welcoming and reassuring, meanwhile Ben was full on teasing Johnny about how he was growing into a true man.

However before you could respond you were quick to remember that you were very much late for your day out with Sue. You gasp upon realisation as you push Johnny away from you, who fell back into the bed, staring up at the ceiling in disbelief that you had just pushed him away. ‘I’m late!’ You cried as you moved away from your baffled boyfriend, who had propped himself to his arms.

‘Late for what?’ Johnny asks as he watched you sort yourself out for an outing he wasn’t aware was taking place.

You smiled softly, not wanting to give too much away of what you and Sue had planned prior. ‘Sue wanted help to find something for Reed for Valentine’s Day, and I agreed to help her.’ You half lied, well you weren’t lying about helping his sister find something for Reed, but what you had left out was the fact that you were also using this time to find something for Johnny yourself. To you he deserved something for being such an amazing partner, and you were thankful that Sue was more than happy to help you in doing so during your most recent late night conversations with the blonde woman.

‘I just want to find something for him that he’ll love,’ you told Sue as you allowed your magic to flourish between your fingertips, a nervous habit you had developed the moment you realised that you were capable of feet’s no other magic user has ever accomplished before, it was a comfort to you and brought your mind back to what was most important to you and what was most important to you was Johnny smiling.

She smiles, glad to know that her brother was blessed with someone like you, reached out to grab your hand in hers as she squeezed it in reassurance. ‘Whatever you get him, I’m certain Johnny will treasure forever.’

‘Really? You really think so?’ You asked her, still a little nervous despite having been with Johnny for a while, but that man had a way to make you feel as though you were falling for him all over again and you wanted to hate him for it, and yet you found yourself becoming shy and flustered whenever the man even threw his arm over your shoulder. If this was what love was like then you hoped to stay in this never ending state of adoration and mutual understanding for as long as you could.

‘I know so.’ Sue replied, her eyes had a knowing look to them. ‘Johnny would take anything you give him becuase you were the one that give it to him, that thought that he would like it and all he’ll care about is that you had him on the mind and to show that you care about him.’ She finished, squeezing your hand again when she saw sparks of your magic come to life at your fingertips, rubbing her thumb across the back of your hand. You smiled at her. ‘Then I can’t wait for tomorrow.’ You tell her, beaming.

Johnny smiled from his place on the bed, again happy to see you and his sister bond and become close to one another, it was a simple thing that he didn’t know he needed but then again that was the magical thing about you. You made him want simple and small things that he would’ve taken for granted, or not even considered in the first place, and for that he couldn’t help but find himself wanting moments like this in your future together.

However before Johnny could open his mouth to push you for more details on your outing with his sister, the door opened to reveal Sue stood on the other side, obviously having been waiting for you but not showing an ounce of annoyance in the slightest.

‘I’m here to steal your partner.’ Sue says to her brother as she grasps your arm, pulling you to her side.

‘Not the first time my beloved is being stolen from me by you, Reed or Ben.’ Johnny scoffs playfully as he watched you and Sue link arms, already acting like you were in laws for a long time with how relaxed and comfortable you were with one another.

‘Oh you can have them back as soon as we’re finished shopping.’ Sue retorted.

‘So like ten hours from now?’ Johnny sarcastically replies with and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sibling squabble, making him look at you with a warm smile. ‘Don’t I get a goodbye kiss at least from my most beloved?’ Before you could give him his kiss, Sue drags you out of the room with her and out the door, though not before shouting over her shoulder followed by your laughter. ‘You’ve had enough time today to trade kisses, now you have to wait.’

Johnny only groans dramatically as he flops back onto his bed, impatiently waiting for you to come back not even seconds after you left his room, he really was in love like the sappy bastard Ben teased him in being.

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etherealeowyn · 2 months ago

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"The stars are bright tonight, aren't they? - Johnny Storm x Reader

Y/n lay in bed, wrapped up in the soft white comforter draped over her and Johnny. It was getting late; however, she couldn’t feel any sleep falling over her, rather her mind was swirling with so many thoughts, most of which revolved around her work.

“Hey Johnny,” she spoke softly, hoping he hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

“What’s up darling,” he responded, rolling over to face her.

“I can’t sleep,” Y/n said, and he slightly pouted at the woman.

“Aw, I’m sorry,” he replied, “I’m struggling to fall asleep myself. Why don’t we go up to the roof and stargaze? I know that always tends to help us relax.”

Nodding, Y/n sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed before sliding on her baby blue slippers. They went perfectly with the flowy baby doll nightgown she wore; a gift Johnny had gotten her.

His hand found the small of her back as he followed her to the stairs leading to the roof. Y/n loved it when he did this, it was such a simple gesture, yet at the same time, the contact caused her cheeks to blush almost instantaneously.

“Ladies first,” Johnny smiled, holding the door open for Y/n to walk through.

The pair walked over to the outdoor couch, and as they sat down, Johnny pulled his girlfriend closer to his body knowing she was always more comfortable when there was little space between them.

Their heads were angled towards the clear vast sky, speckled with thousands of stars since it was a clear night.

“The stars are bright tonight, aren’t they?” Johnny asked, placing a kiss on the top of Y/n’s head, which was resting on his shoulder.

“Not as bright as you love,” she whispered, letting a smirk pull at the corners of her lips.

It was an incredibly cheesy line, however, Johnny found it to be charming coming out of her mouth. So much so that he shifted his body and gently grabbed her face so that he could connect his lips to hers. The kiss only lasted a short period of time, because Y/n couldn’t help but smile in the middle of it.

“Hey, what are you smiling for?” Johnny laughed, wanting the kiss to last longer, but at the same time, he could stare at Y/n forever because her smile was gorgeous.

“I’m just so happy that I could hardly contain it,” she giggled, her cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink.

“Oh yeah? Well, I’m so happy I could kiss you… again,” he replied, playfully winking at the woman.

“Then what are you waiting for,” Y/n challenged, wrapping her arms around Johnny’s neck, and looking up into his blue eyes through her eyelashes.

He didn’t hesitate before crashing his lips into hers, indulging in the moment they shared.

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c0s-lettuce · 2 months ago

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seriously - johnny storm x fem!reader

synopsis: you and johnny take advantage of an empty baxter building. but you don't expect sue to catch you in the act.

word count: 998

warnings/tags: a lil bit smutty but nothing too explicit, established relationship, getting caught (almost?)

a/n: i watched the original fantastic four when i was eight and that is all i'm going off on. don't know what compelled me to write this, but here we are :)

Johnny loves sneaking you into the Baxter Building despite there being absolutely no need to. You're practically part of the family. You have a spot at the dinner table, your toothbrush resides in the bathroom, and H.E.R.B.I.E. asks about you when you're gone too long. But Johnny still gets a thrill from the hushed voices and tiptoeing around as if you were some forbidden outsider.

It's winter in New York, and the city is covered in a thin blanket of snow. The building is empty when you and Johnny arrive, except for H.E.R.B.I.E. wandering around the living room. The other three are out doing errands and won't be back for a while.

Recognising the potential of your situation, Johnny takes your hand and leads you to his room. Once inside, he shuts the door and lays you down on his bed. His body immediately covers yours. He pulls the duvet over the both of you, shielding you from the cold as he settles in the space between your legs.

He leans in and begins peppering kisses anywhere he can reach. His hands interlock with yours as he relishes the feeling of you. Your skin feels cool against his. Your soft sighs only fuel his desire. Your body is perfect beneath his. He kisses over your cheeks and along your jaw, paving a path towards your lips.

You turn your face to the side to dodge his kiss. "Johnny, wait."

He pouts as he pulls back slightly. "Wait? For what?"

"I just got here. Don't you want to do something else first?" you ask with an innocent smile. But it's clear you're teasing him.

"No, baby. Want you now," he murmurs, finally capturing your lips with his.

Your stomach tingles as he kisses you languidly. He takes his time to savour your taste, exploring your mouth as if it was the first time he's been given the privilege. He pins you down harder, his body a tantalising presence against yours. You let out the softest moan in response. But he hears you. He feels it throughout his entire body.

He breaks away to trail kisses down your neck again. Releasing your hands, he begins making his way down, moving under the covers. His hands map a path down your arms and over your body. When he reaches your stomach, he lifts your sweatshirt just high enough to kiss the sensitive skin of your belly.

His fingers play at the waistband of your pants, teasing you for just a moment before undoing them. He pulls your pants and underwear down together. You watch your clothes fly out from under the duvet, landing somewhere on the floor.

He settles again between your legs, hooking his arms around your thighs to hold you in place. He trails his lips along the softness of your inner thighs, humming against your skin as he takes in the scent of your arousal. You lift up the covers to get a peek at him.

He meets your gaze, grinning. "Still wanna do something else first?"

"Shut up," you mumble, lowering the covers again.

He chuckles, and you feel his breath against your warmth. Your body burns with anticipation as his lips inch closer and closer.

But just as he's about to reach his destination, the door suddenly opens, and a voice rings through.

"Hey, Johnny. Have you-"

Sue walks in, her eyes immediately landing on you. She makes a face of bewilderment at the sight. Fortunately, you're unexposed, still wearing your sweatshirt and covered by the duvet. However, the suspicious heap on the bed makes the situation obvious.

You stare back wide-eyed, shocked into silence. Johnny clambers up from his spot. He sticks his head out from under the covers, appearing just above your chest.

"Jesus, Sue. Ever heard of knocking?" he chastises her.

Sue raises an eyebrow. "Ever heard of locking the door?"

Johnny huffs in response. "What are you doing back so early?"

"We finished early," she replies. "Did you sort out the package like I asked?"

"Uh… no," he answers.

"I need you to do it now," she says.

"Seriously?" he asks. "I'm kinda in the middle of something."

"Yes, seriously," she insists. "I needed it done this morning."

Johnny groans, turning back to you. "I'm sorry. I gotta go deal with this."

"No worries. I'll wait for you here," you reply.

He maneuvers out from under the covers, careful to keep you hidden. He lovingly lays the duvet over you again and kisses you on your forehead.

Johnny heads towards the door. "Alright, let's go."

Sue nods, before turning to you. "It's good to see you again."

You swear you can see a smirk on her face but decide to respond civilly. "Good to see you too, Sue."

"Go!" Johnny reiterates, ushering his sister out of his room.

Despite the predicament, Johnny's frustration amuses you. Sue finally leaves, and Johnny casts one last glance back at you. He gives you a smile before closing the door.

You let out a sigh as you lie back, now alone in the bedroom. You decide to stay tucked into bed, scrolling on your phone to pass the time. About twenty minutes pass before Johnny returns.

"Hey, baby. Sorry about that," he says, entering the room again. He locks the door this time.

"It's alright," you tell him, putting your phone down. "Is everything good?"

He sits down on the edge of the bed as he looks over you. The sight of you nice and comfy in his bed warms his heart.

"Yeah," he replies. "There's just been a lot to do lately."

You nod. "Any other disturbances I should be aware of?"

He grins. "No. No more disturbances."

He crawls under the covers, positioning himself over you again. He wastes no time to close the distance with a tender kiss. His hands find yours as he presses you against the mattress.

He pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips. "Now, where were we?"

➸

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unabashedlittleblackbook · 2 months ago

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Sorry, BRB! Currently gnawing at the bars of my enclosure and going absolutely FERAL over Joseph Quinn as Johnny in the new Fantastic Four movie.

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multific · 1 month ago

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Caught in the Fire

Johnny Storm x Reader

Summary: After you are kidnapped by a group of villains who intend to use you against the Fantastic Four, Johnny Storm races against time to save you.

A/N: This story was inspired after I saw Joseph as Johnny Storm. I will write more once the movie is out, but for now, here's something to enjoy.

It started with a quiet evening.

The moon hung low over the city, as you walked home after a long day at work. You felt tired and all you could think about was a nice bath and a quiet night with your boyfriend.

But in an instant, everything changed.

A dark van came to a halt beside you, and before you could react, a group of masked figures jumped out, grabbing you by the arms and pulling you inside the vehicle.

You struggled, but there were too many of them, and they were too strong.

"Johnny!" you cried, but the van doors shut, and something hit your head, causing you to black out.

Back at the Baxter Building, Johnny was getting ready to call it a night, he knew you would be back soon, and he was so ready for a shared bath.

But then, his phone rang. It was a number he didn’t recognize. His heart skipped.

“Hello?” His voice was casual at first, but there was an edge of concern in it when no one immediately responded.

A distorted voice on the other end sent a cold chill down his spine. "We have her, Johnny Storm. You can thank your ego for that. She's going to be a bargaining chip- unless, of course, you'd prefer to never see her again."

Johnny’s stomach twisted with dread. "Who is this? Where is she?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” the voice taunted before hanging up.

Johnny stood frozen, his mind racing.

They had taken you. Because of him.

Because of the fact that he was Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, and they knew that as long as they had you, they could hurt him.

They could hurt everyone.

Panic clawed at his chest.

His mind was screaming, but he knew he couldn’t act recklessly. Not if he wanted to get you back. He had to be smart and think this through.

Johnny bolted from the room, throwing on his jacket and storming toward the elevator. He knew exactly what he had to do.

It took him hours but Johnny finally found the hideout. His thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and fury.

He had never felt panic like this before, never felt so completely out of control. Every inch of him burned with the need to get you back, to make sure you were okay. He had never felt this helpless in his life, and he couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you.

He finally spotted the building from a distance, tucked away in an abandoned industrial part of the city.

Johnny was already in the air, flames erupting from his body as he sped toward the building.

Inside, you were tied to a chair, bruised but unharmed. Your heart raced, your breathing shallow as you tried to fight the panic clawing at your chest.

The villains had made it clear what they wanted. They had threatened to hurt you if Johnny didn’t surrender to them, if he didn’t stop being a hero.

You had faith in him, though. He would come for you. He always did. You just had to hold on.

Soon, voices outside then a crash and what sounded like a table being thrown or a chair.

You glanced up at the sound of the door slamming open, and your heart jumped in your chest when you saw him.

Johnny, his eyes wild with panic, flames trailing from his body, burning brighter than ever before.

“Johnny!” you cried, relief flooding your chest.

“Hang on!” he shouted, his voice shaking with emotion. “I’m getting you out of here.”

Johnny’s hands were shaking as he burned through the ropes that bound you, his powers melting them away with ease. He could barely focus, his heart thundering in his ears as he worked to free you. You were safe, you were okay... and yet, all he could think about was how close he had come to losing you.

Finally, the ropes were gone, and Johnny’s hands gently cupped your face, his forehead pressed against yours. His breath was ragged, his heart hammering in his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asked urgently, his voice soft but full of fear.

You nodded, though you were still trembling. “I’m okay, Johnny. I’m okay because you came for me.”

Johnny shook his head, guilt gnawing at him. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve been there sooner. I should’ve—”

“Johnny,” you whispered your hands gently holding his. “You found me. That’s all that matters. You saved me.”

Johnny closed his eyes, the weight of relief and love washing over him. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “You didn’t lose me. You’re not going to.”

Johnny leaned in and kissed you, gently at first, but then with more urgency as his fear gave way to overwhelming affection.

He didn’t know how he had survived those hours of not knowing where you were, of fearing the worst. But now, with you in his arms, everything felt right again.

“I love you,” Johnny whispered, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes. “I love you so damn much.”

“I love you, too,” you said softly, your hands resting on his chest. “You’re my hero.”

Johnny chuckled, though there was still a tremor in his voice. “I’m just a guy with fire powers who got lucky.”

You shook your head, smiling at him. “You’re my everything.”

The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you.

Johnny held you close, the warmth of his embrace comforting you as the last remnants of panic ebbed away. Nothing else mattered, not the villains, not the danger. Because as long as you had each other, everything would be okay.

~Masterlist~

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averagewriter-inthedark · 20 days ago

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You Are My Strength P.2 💙 | Johnny Storm Imagine

Link to my Marvel masterlist

Characters & Pairings: JosephQuinn!JohnnyStorm x Super Soldier!reader (romantic), the Fantastic Four (platonic).

Content Warnings: fluff, angst, insinuated torture and mind control, happy ending, profanity, mentions of canon violence, canon divergence | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 5.9k

Requested 📨 yes/no | Part 1 & matching headcanon

Premise: Plagued by the horrors she endured and unwillingly brought on others; Y/n's nights are often interrupted by nightmares preventing her from finding a peaceful night of sleep. Thankfully after years she's able to heal with the comforting love and touch of her beloved, Johnny Storm, but it wasn't always easy.

A grumble left Johnny as he rolled from his side onto his back to then lay on his left side. Nuzzling further into the comforter and reaching an arm out only for it to fall flat on the bed, making his eyes flutter open. Exhaustion still plagued them as they landed on the empty side his wife was supposed to be on. The comforter pulled back showing the crinkled sheets left behind. Placing his hand down, he felt coolness indicating she’d been out of bed for some time.

It must’ve been one of those nights.

Lifting his head up from the pillow, the clock read 12:45AM, and Johnny sat up to rub the sleepiness away before sauntering out of the bedroom. His bare feet padded along the carpet, hand up to rub along his jaw and he entered the living room where he beelined for the door leading to the terrace, sliding it open but not before peeking through the curtain to check and make sure she was actually out there.

No matter how quiet he tried to be, Y/n heard him. Enhanced hearing and all. She leaned back against the cushion of the couch with a hum, sipping on the herbal tea as she felt him sit beside her. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t,” he placed a hand on her thigh, leaning back as well so he could brush their shoulders together. “M’wanted to make sure you were okay. Bad dream?”

She nodded with a whisper, “Bad dream.”

The moon was high in the sky, shining down to bask the city with its light. Swarmed by hundreds of stars glittering as they competed with the many colors of the New York skyline. The city that never sleeps, proven by how it was drawing one in the morning and yet people hailing taxis could be heard from below. As well as music from the jazz bars and the laughter of young couples running down the streets. Full of life. Full of wonder.

Y/n silently drank her tea while Johnny traced shapes on her thigh. Neither shivering from the light breeze, thanks to the fire he possessed and the serum flowing in her blood. Sighing, she finished the last sips and placed the empty mug on the table. Then instead of returning to her position, she adjusted to be in his lap, curling into his open arms which wrapped around her.

“Wanna talk about it?” His breath kissed her ear, hand cupping her neck to begin working at the tense muscles.

Since Y/n joined the Fantastic Four nightmares had become a common occurrence. Even before she and Johnny got together, he would be woken up in the middle of the night by her screams or discover the super soldier in the gym hours before the sun rose. The one time he attempted to wake her nearly ended with a trip to the infirmary. Her hand had latched to his throat, lifting him off the ground as she cut off his air supply. Johnny hated himself for doing it, but he had to slap her awake screaming, “Y/n, it’s me! Wa--wake up--it’s just--It’s a dream!!” Y/n felt horrible afterward, unable to look at Johnny as she avoided him at every cost even though he assured her he wasn’t upset.

She’d been through hell. Kidnapped by a terrorist group who experimented on her, causing her to gain superhuman strength and enhanced physiological attributes. Followed by brainwashing her mind to obey their commands using a series of trigger words. Words that when activated Y/n lost access to her subconscious. Becoming a void shell of a soldier. Forcing her to do unimaginable things for their advantage.

Despite stopping the terrorists, rescuing Y/n, and removing the trigger words, the years of destruction continued to haunt her. The love for Johnny and his for her helped greatly, a beacon of light whenever the darkness threatened to consume her. Made her feel like the woman she was prior to the ambush. Before the serum. Confident, playful, able to laugh and smile.

But there still were nights like this one. Where Y/n’s light partially dimmed, and her mind traveled back to that shell.

Johnny felt her stiffen, tightening his hold as he pressed his lips on her temple. “Was it a memory again? Or….” He trailed off when she nodded. Most of her nightmares revolved around her missions, taking her back in time. Then there were ones where she dreamed she hurt Johnny or their family. It would start off as the memory of her fighting them, but then distort to a false version of events, causing her to wake in a heap of terror.

“After the ambush,” she whispered, curling further into his chest to seek his touch. His mouth remained on her temple, gently laying kisses on her skin. “After they…..stole my mind,” she swallowed hard, sniffing. His fingers scratching her scalp brought comfort. “They made me track down a scientist in Vienna. He was the one who developed the final product of the serum--and refused to cooperate further after what they did to me.” Her whole body shuddered, extending into him. “Said to leave no survivors.”

Johnny could tell where this was leading, mentally cursing as his eyes closed as his mind couldn’t help but picture the next part of the memory. It pained him to hear her so broken. So small. Deeply he wished to rid her of the pain she carried. He’d absorb it if he could.

Gripping the seam of his t-shirt as a means to push herself closer, Y/n whimpered as her bottom lip quivered. “It was just him at first. It was supposed to be only him. But then his wife and daughter came home….”

“Baby.”

“I-I tried to fight it,” she sobbed into his chest, the picture of the young girl burning behind her closed eyelids. Dead eyes staring back at her. “I tried to break through--bu-but no matter how much I fought; I couldn’t stop it. I-I killed them, Johnny.” Her tears stained his shirt, but Johnny didn’t care. “I killed that little girl--ah--and countless others.”

His own eyes began to water, heart breaking in two. Cupping her jaw gently, Johnny encouraged her to look at him. “Baby, baby look at me,” he cooed when she resisted, “Please.” He rewarded her with a kiss between her brows when she opened her eyes, thumb stroking the area beneath. “You had no control. Okay, you had your autonomy stripped away---and it forced you to do things you would’ve never done.” Dropping his thumb he caressed her quivering lips, staring deeply into the eyes he loved dearly. “It’s devastating what you had to do, but you cannot punish yourself like this.”

She let out a whimper, his chest constricting, “I try not to,” her sigh is coated with exhaustion. Physical and mental. “I really do, Johnny--but it hurts thinking about them.”

“I know, baby. I know.”

“I’m a mon--.”

“Don’t,” He stopped her, tone firm but lacking any anger. “Don’t finish that sentence. You are not and you will never be that. The people who took you were monsters. The people who tortured you…were monsters.” Fresh tears filled her eyes, gently falling along her cheeks. It was unbelievable how even when crying, she was so beautiful. “The real ones are gone, and they can never hurt you again. I’ll sooner die, than let someone hurt you, Y/n.”

And he meant it. In a heartbeat Johnny Storm would throw away everything if it meant his wife was safe. Safe from the government who wanted to replicate the serum or use her as a weapon. Safe from their enemies who’d try to restore the trigger words. Safe from anyone who’d try to take her from him. He’d give up his powers, he’d leave the Fantastic Four. He’d give his life for her.

“But Johnny…”

“No buts,” he pushed their foreheads together, noses touching and he felt one of her tears fall onto the bridge of his. “I don’t want to hear you say that ever again.” His lips caressed over hers, briefly touching them to leave a tender kiss. “I’ll tell you every day if I have to.”

“I…” she closed her eyes, feeling his lips on hers once more. Heart skipping as the warmth from his body and love consumed her. “I won’t say it again.”

“Promise?” he attached his mouth to the corner of hers. Smiling when she let out a light giggle as he tickled her sides.

“I promise.”

“Good,” he kissed her one last time before lifting her up as he stood. “Now let’s go back to bed.”

Johnny carried her to their bedroom, gently placing Y/n on her side of the bed before tucking her in and moving to his side. Once settled, he instantly drew her into his arms, holding her close as he massaged her temples in an act of lulling her to sleep. Kissing along her hairline, the space between her brows, the bridge of her nose, and finally her lips. “I love you.”

Her eyes fluttered close, but not before giving Johnny one last look of adoration that had him feeling like he was king of the universe as she replied, “I love you, my strength and soul.”

Three Years ago

Pain. That’s the first thing that greeted Y/n when her eyes fluttered open only to squeeze tightly at the bright light cascading down. Pain that rocked from her head down to her toes. Limbs aching as though she climbed Mount Everest without stopping. Confusion filled her, unaware of where she was or why she felt like she could sleep like a hibernated bear.

Her head was pounding. And hazy. Enough to make the slightest noise excruciating. A ringing sensation caused a groan to leave her and the confusion quickly replaced with fear as she realized her body was restricted to a stretcher. Oxygen mask attached to her face.

Instantly she started thrashing, crying out at the metal constraints as they dug into her wrists and ankles, leather ones securing her hips and chest to the stretcher. Tears threatened her waterline, her mind instantly believing she was being punished again. That they were readying her for electric shock for disobeying or not following through with orders.

She needed to escape. She couldn’t go through it again.

“I told you this was a bad idea, Reed!” a distorted, yet familiar, voice shouted in the distance. A voice she didn’t expect to hear, but for some odd reason was why her thrashing ceased. Then the sound of doors opening filled her ears and Y/n’s drowsy eyes lifted to the ceiling. The brightness still too much but she fought through as the feeling of being strapped down overpowered anything else.

Where was she? Why was she strapped down?

Beeping from the monitor signaled her increasing heart rate, and that’s when blonde hair entered her field of vision.

“Y/n?” his voice sounded far away. Like he was underwater. “Hey, you’re safe now.” Another figure with matching blonde hair appeared next to him, causing Y/n’s breathing to fasten, matching the rhythm of her heart that was borderline reaching heart attack limits. Judging by their worried looks, despite them still blurry, they realized this too. “You’re at Baxter Building--I’m Johnny, remember? Johnny Storm. This is my sister, Sue.”

“Captain L/n, we’re here to help you,” a gentle yet muffled feminine voice spoke, “We’re not going to hurt you--you need to relax.” Sue turned to her right, “Reed, what did you give her?”

“Morphine for the pain and propofol to sedate her.”

“Propofol?!” Johnny shouted aghast. “Are you insane?”

“She’ll burn through valium, Johnny, or any other sedative we have, it was the next best option. Look! She’s fighting it as we speak.”

“Because she’s scared!” There was something about the hero’s tone that made Y/n’s stomach flutter. He sounded angry, and defensive on her behalf. “She’s strapped against her will in a place she doesn’t know and drugged--what did you think was going to happen?”

“It’s called taking precautions. Ten hours ago she was brainwashed and ordered to kill us. We don’t know if she’s still under their command!”

“What, you don’t think Ben taking the fire hydrant to her temple was enough to snap her out of it?” Johnny’s voice is filled with sarcasm.

“You’re naive to think it’s that simple,” Reed spat, fueling Johnny’s anger. The two started going back and forth, arguing over the situation.

Y/n let out a cry, muffled by the oxygen mask as the throbbing in her head intensified, tears spilling from her eyes. Her thrashing got stronger, metal clanking and her head repeatedly slapped against the pillow. Causing bile to rise in Sue’s throat as she was immediately reminded of the video footage of Y/n from the drive.

“Okay, stop, stop!” Sue pushed Johnny aside to move closer to the woman, placing a hand on her chest to coax her down. Y/n flinched at the contact, but seemed to ease when she realized it was Sue touching her. “Arguing isn’t going to help her and it’s only making things worse. Both of you out.”

“But Sue--.”

“Out! If you want to be useful then prepare a guest room and have H.E.R.B.I.E prepare a meal for her.” Sue narrowed her eyes while gesturing to the soldier with her head, “She needs a calm presence right now. I will alert you if anything happens but you need to leave us so I can get her heart rate down to prevent a stroke from happening because God knows what can happen if she does with that serum.”

Johnny and Reed stared at Sue, sharing a look as though contemplating but ultimately Reed signaled for Johnny to follow him. Deflated, the blonde bid one last glance at Y/n before retreating. Pushing past Reed with a glare and hurrying out the infirmary to prepare the guestroom.

“If she so much as tries to--.”

“I’ll call for you, Richard,” Sue interrupts, knowing what he was about to say. “You and Ben should start working to find a way to reverse the trigger words. If the government finds out about her…” she trailed off, glancing down at the woman who finally settled back on the stretcher. No longer thrashing but trembling as she attempted to control her breathing. “They’ll use her as a weapon. We might not be able to remove the serum---that alone makes her valuable, but we can at least give her back her autonomy so no one can control her ever again.”

Reed’s face contorts to a tight grim. Though he was cautious about the soldier, there was no doubt he felt sorry for her. What she went through was nothing short of a nightmare. He’d spent hours analyzing the footage from the drive, running calculations and reading up on everything about mind control. He was confident removing the trigger words would be possible, but it’d take time. Time meant hiding her from the government. Who’d not hesitate to apprehend Y/n for her crimes and likely experiment on her themselves.

They refused to let that happen.

“Just be careful,” Reed told her gently, relieved to hear Y/n’s heart rate dropping. “We’ll be in the lab. I can’t predict how long it will take, but I will do my best to ensure we get it done before they discover her.”

“That’s all that matters, my love.” Reed sends one last loving look to Sue then departs, leaving her with Y/n. Taking a deep breath and pushing back the nerves swarming in her stomach, Sue moves into Y/n’s line of vision. Her dilated pupils concerned the blonde, as did the blood pressure levels on the monitor, so she gently placed a hand on the oxygen mask. “Y/n, I’m going to remove this, okay? Just keep breathing.”

The mask was removed and Y/n’s restraints unclasped, Sue unable to rid the pained grimace she wore as Y/n timidly pushed away from her on the bed. Bringing her knees up like a small child, wincing every few seconds. On the spreadsheet the nurse left, Sue read that Y/n had multiple fractured ribs that were healing at an excelled rate. Grade 3 concussion with a contusion on her left temple littered in severe bruising from the fire hydrant Ben smacked her with. Stitches from the open wound flanked down to her cheekbone,

Honestly the injury alone should’ve killed her. But again, super serum powers and all made it feel like she was in the boxing ring.

“Y/n?” Sue spoke softly, not wanting to frighten the woman further.

“What--what happened?”

“What was the last thing you remember?” The blonde countered.

Y/n’s eyes watered, the action making her wince and caused her lips to quiver. “I was brought to a van,” she sniffed, hugging her legs tighter. “They--they didn’t tell me where--where we were going. But it was dark the whole way--so dark. So quiet. The van stopped and I heard someone bang on the side. Then I heard the first word,” the crack in her voice made Sue’s heart ache.

The Four were in the middle of the street, fighting against the group of never ending anarchists when they witnessed the armored vehicle pull to the center. Followed by a man pounding his fist against the side which prompted the leader, who Reed was fighting to get too, to speak the trigger words into a microphone. That’s when the dread consumed them. Heightening when Y/n’s screams emerged from inside the vehicle.

“I knew it would be you,” Y/n whimpered, meeting Sue’s gaze with absolute agony. “You and your friends. I warned your brother that--that if continued to pursue them….” Y/n hid her face in her knees, “I’m sorry--I--I never wanted to hurt you all--.”

Sue moved, perching herself on the bed and reaching out to Y/n, who flinched when their hands made contact. “It’s not your fault. We know what they did to you, Y/n, and we understand you had no control. They forced you to do those things. That’s why we wanted to get you out of there.” She offers a small smile, “I’m sorry Ben took it a little far, but we were unsure you’d still be under their influence. Incapacitating you was the best plan.”

Y/n lifted her head, pressing her cheek not covered in bruises on her knees, the angle allowed her to see Sue. “You were right to do so. They would use electro shock after missions to…reset me.”

“I’m so sorry,” Sue whispered in disbelief. The more she learned about what those psychopaths did the more disgusted she felt.

How could someone do that to another person?

“What--,” her question was cut off by the spell of coughs she let out. Throat hoarse and dry from the hours of sleep and muffled screaming. Sue quickly grabbed a water bottle from the small fridge, pouring the liquid into a plastic cup before handing it to Y/n, who thanked her with a shaky hand. “What happened to…”

“They’ve been taken into custody and are in transport to the Vault.” Sue smiled at the relief on Y/n’s expression. The Vault was one of two, the other being Prison 42, facilities where countries around the world sent their worst of the worst criminals and enhanced adversaries.

“That’s refreshing to hear.”

Sue refilled the glass when Y/n drained it, the soldier placing it on the table beside her monitor. That timid diction returned as she mumbled, “What’s going to happen to me now?” but then it turned to panicked, heart rate spiking, “I won’t let them take me--if you turn me over to the government I will not let them take me--.”

“We’re not going to turn you in, Y/n,” Sue said, though Y/n clearly did not trust her word. Not entirely that was. Sure the soldier respected the Fantastic Four and admired their strong will to protect people. She owed it to them for freeing her from the anarchists. But that didn’t mean she believed they had pure intentions now that she was in their custody.

Sue tried a different approach, “We only want to help you.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“Give us a chance to.”

Y/n observed Sue intently, trying to decipher any trace of her being ingenuine. “I’m a super soldier. The only super soldier in existence.” She swallowed thickly. “You know what they will do if they find me. You know what they will do to you if they discover you aided and harbored a global fugitive.”

“We won’t let it come to that.”

“How can you be so sure?” She nearly shouted. “I was never supposed to be seen in broad daylight and twice now I have. The government buried the Winter Soldier program six feet under but you found those documents--and it’s not going to take long before someone puts two and two together once they get to the anarchists base camp.” Y/n’s breath hitched. “The drive I gave you doesn’t even brush the surface of what I endured. If the government gets the words..” Bile rose in her throat, overcome with sudden nausea. The thought of anyone discovering the key to her mind control sent Y/n into despair.

Sue took her hand, holding it like a mother would a child. “I know asking you to trust us is not easy. You’ve been through unimaginable things--things no one should ever have to experience.” Brainwash, torture. Endless nightmares. “but Y/n, if you let us, we will keep you safe. My husband is a brilliant scientist--I can assure you he will not rest until he finds a way to reverse the brainwash.”

Y/n tried not to look hopeful despite the warmth in her chest at Sue’s words. “You really think he can?”

“I know he can.”

Later that night Y/n was escorted by Sue to her quarters she’d be housed in. A cozy space with a private bathroom and living area adjacent to the bedroom. The color scheme matches the rest of Baxter Building consisting of light colored wood, white, and blue tones. Sue pointed to the closet, already stocked with clothing, towels, and bedding. A small refrigerator and coffee maker nestled in the living room.

“I hope the room is--.”

“Perfect,” Y/n smiled, albeit small at the blonde while taking in the space. “It’s perfect--more than I could’ve asked for. Thank you.”

“You’re most welcome,” Sue remained near the entrance while Y/n sauntered further inside. “H.E.R.B.I.E should arrive soon with some food. If you feel any pain there is a keypad attached by the phone, dial zero twice and it will alert the infirmary. They’ll send someone up to check on you.” Y/n’s bruises were starting to disappear, but still winced at times. “Is there anything else before I leave you to yourself?”

“Is there a gym in this building?” Y/n quietly asked after a moment, hands interlaced as she fiddled with her fingers. Every muscle in her body begged to be released from the tactical suit, soak in the bath, let her injuries finish healing and then sleep. But she’d need an outlet for when the nightmares came.

Sue nodded, “On the fourteenth floor. There’s also a pool and sauna there too. Since you don’t have a keycard yet, to access the facility you’ll need to enter the code two-five-zero-nine.”

“Two-five-zero-nine,” Y/n repeated, embedding the code into memory. “Thank you. And…is it open at night?”

Sue tilted her head, puzzled by the question but then it seemed to dawn on her. With a sympathetic frown, she nodded once more. “It’s open 24/7. My brother and Ben usually are there in the morning.” She paused to think, brows pinching, “I think just after sunrise but I could be mistaken.”

Y/n was grateful for the warning. Better to know their routine so she wasn’t caught off guard. “I appreciate your hospitality, Mrs. Rich--Sue, please give my gratitude to your family. I know taking me in poses a threat--and I don’t---I don’t….” The words didn’t seem to come out, Y/n crossing her arms over her shoulders to hug herself, unable to meet Sue’s eye.

The blonde, however, understood and offered a gentle smile. “You are a guest, Y/n. I promise to inform you if anything comes up, and keep you updated on my husband's progress. Right now you just relax and make yourself at home.”

At home.

The word was foreign to the soldier. Having not had a home in decades that she couldn’t remember what that felt like. Home wasn’t just a physical place one resides in. But it can also mean a place that feels safe. A place where one feels a sense of belonging.

Y/n forgot that feeling. It was lost the second she joined the Winter Soldiers. Vanished when she was kidnapped. Stripped away from the very depths of her mind.

Sue caught the change in Y/n’s demeanor, but rather than questioning it she simply excused herself to allow the soldier privacy. Now finally alone, Y/n took the time to release the emotions that over the hours had been building like a volcano impending explosion.

Collapsing into an armchair, Y/n cried and cried. Tears pouring like rainfall, endless sobs that never seemed to end. Anyone passing by the room probably heard her cries but she didn’t care. She sat there for an hour. Until there were no more tears to cry. Until her the pressure in her chest faded. Until the pounding in her head ceased. When it ended, all that remained was a tremor in her hands.

Gathering herself, Y/n made way to the bathroom to start the shower. Letting the steam fill the area as she struggled to remove the suit, groaning each time her arms lifted. Her ribs were nearly all the way healed, but the bruising stared back at her in the mirror, causing her to frown. Thankfully the hot water felt soothing, and Y/n spent well over an hour under it. Taking careful precision to cleanse her of the blood and dirt, washing the grime from her hair. Massage the soap until satisfied. Once done she simply sat on the small stool in the corner, letting the water cover her skin until it pruned.

Dry and dressed in a pair of sweatpants and shirt, Y/n entered the living space to find a bag on the table containing three containers. In one was a small garden salad, the larger filled with pasta, and the third holding a slice of cheesecake.

After eating she attempted to get some sleep, the clock reading 9:30 PM in bold red letters, but the task proved difficult. Eventually she dialed the infirmary to request a sedative. A nurse arrived moments later with a syringe rather than pills, considering Y/n burned through over the counter sleep medication.

The sedative gave her roughly five uninterrupted hours of rest, but when the clock hit 2:56 AM she abruptly awoke in a pile of sweat, crying out as she launched upright from the mattress to pull herself from the nightmare. And Y/n knew then it was going to be like that every night. Sleep plagued with terror. Memories or distorted versions of reality.

She might’ve been free from the cruelty of the anarchists, but she’d never be free from the past.

The first time Johnny found Y/n in the gym during the early hours of the morning occurred six weeks after she’d been brought to Baxter Building. Sue told him the first night when the team had dinner after letting Y/n settle in her room that she’d asked about the gym and would likely be utilizing it at night. Every time he arrived at a quarter till six she was gone, leaving the punching bag torn off its hinges as a sign she’d been there.

In the days leading up they spoke a handful of times. Usually in passing or Johnny checking in on her. She never joined them for family dinner or to go see a film. Sticking to her quarters, the gym, and the lab when Reed needed blood samples and screenings. He noticed she had warmed up to Sue, which gave him some relief to know she was at least comfortable around his sister. Enough to seek her out when she needed things.

Unable to find sleep despite the exhaustion consuming him, Johnny decided to start his day early--4:30 in the morning early to be exact--by heading to the gym. When he entered he was greeted with the sight of Y/n going to town on a punching bag. No gloves, no tape. Just her bare fists swinging. The sound of her hits were so loud it nearly made him flinch, each blow echoing off the walls.

Her back was to him, so Johnny didn’t know whether or not she heard him come in. But judging from the unfazed expression she donned after turning to him once she sent the bag off its hinges, he guessed she did.

“Do you need the space?” she asked, gliding to the fallen bag to haul over her shoulder. It wasn’t until her face consorted to confusion that Johnny realized he hadn’t answered the question, his cheeks flushing red. The display of strength was so fascinating it made him distracted.

“Oh! Uh…”

“I can leave if you prefer to be alone.” Y/n tossed the object to the discarded pile, grabbing a new one to string onto the ceiling mount. “I was just finishing up.”

Johnny shook his head, “No, you don’t have to leave.” He gestured to the treadmill off to the side. “I plan on just running until Ben gets up. Feel free to continue what you’re doing--I won’t be a bother.” He watched her shuffle on her feet, gaze drifting to the ground as she appeared in deep thought. Hoping to put her at ease, Johnny added, “If it makes you feel more comfortable, I can come back.”

“No,” Y/n held out a hand when he started walking to the exit, “This is your facility you shouldn’t have to wait to use it. Please,” she motioned to the treadmill, “go ahead. I’ll be out of your way shortly.”

“Take however long you want. You were here first, no need to rush on my account,” Johnny assured with a small smile. She didn’t smile back, but gave a curt nod, and for that he was grateful. Approaching the treadmill Johnny settled his gym back on the floor, changed into his sneakers, and started his workout after taking fifteen minutes to stretch on the mat. Y/n stuck to the punching bag, her rhythmic blows loud and pounding. Neither spoke to the other, but that didn’t stop their eyes from wandering.

Johnny was in awe of Y/n. The way she moved, the way she fought. Her strength, her resilience. Her ability to adapt relatively well to her new reality, though he knew she still dealt with demons. There were nights he awoke to her screams, his room directly above hers and it filled his stomach with ache.

Funny enough, Y/n was intrigued by the flying, fire wielding superhero. In the beginning there was distrust of course, the same for his fellow team members, that they would turn on their word and hand her over to the government. But as the weeks drew on, and Reed met progress with his research, she began to warm up to them. She didn’t show it at first and still had trouble doing so, but with Sue she could approach comfortably without anxiety eating away at her. With Johnny, she appreciated him going out of his way to check in on her. Sending Sue with books he thought she’d enjoy or having H.E.R.B.I.E. stock sweets he noticed she liked.

Johnny was sweet. Charming. Button eyes that had women fawn over and a smile belonging on a red carpet. She’d be lying if she said he wasn’t attractive, but for Y/n relationships of any kind were forbidden under her captivity. The only human interaction she had involved her handler sending her off on missions, and the lives she took. She couldn’t even remember the feeling of loving someone prior to the ambush.

Just like she couldn’t remember the feeling of home.

Thirty minutes later Y/n packed up her bag, wiping a towel at her forehead before flinging it over her shoulder as she turned to Johnny, who was in the middle of taking a break on the treadmill after completing a ten-mile run. “Have a good day,” she told him softly, noting the way his eyes seemed to light up when she addressed him.

“You too,” he beamed with a small wave. Then right as Y/n went to open the door, Johnny called out, “Hey!” she paused, hand on the knob while turning to face him. He leaned on the railing of the machine closest to him, face filled with hope. “Can I…join you again, next time you're here?”

The question visibly surprised her, chest tightening with an unfamiliar emotion. “Oh um, sure?” she said it more like a question than a statement, quickly rephrasing when she saw the way his face fell. “I mean I usually come here really early--when I can’t sleep. I wouldn’t blame you for choosing a few more hours of that rather than starting your day before the sun rises.”

Johnny’s dimple peaked out, “I can always nap afterward.” Now it was Y/n’s turn to flush, heat swarming her belly and up to her face. She didn’t know whether it was his charming smile or the fact he’d come to the gym to workout with her instead of sleep that sent a funny tingle up her spine. Whatever it was, it surprised her, the soldier becoming speechless until she managed to gather her next words.

“Well, as I said this is your facility. You don’t have to ask to come in. If I’m here and you’d like to get started on your workout then by all means.”

“But you don’t mind?” He inquired, wanting to ensure Y/n wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. That she was okay with him being there.

This time Y/n did grant him a small smile, “I don’t mind.”

“Great,” he grinned, feeling on top of the world. It was a baby step, her smiling with a full conversation and allowing him to be in the same proximity for more than ten minutes, but it was progress.

And when Y/n departed leaving Johnny to continue his run, he thought about it for the rest of the day. Unable to wipe the grin from his face when Sue asked him what had made him so giddy at ten in the morning when he arrived at their family brunch.

Deep down in his intuition, Johnny knew a window opened between him and Y/n. Maybe an inch, but opened, nonetheless. Enough to let air through, to bring a breeze to an otherwise suffocating space. And he was determined to open it further.

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kiss-me-muchoo · 2 months ago

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luvlyycy · 26 days ago

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i got one for you ... johnny loves tits so much. specifically *your* tits. always touching, squeezing, sucking them. absolutely loses it when you *finally* let him titty fuck. johnny just looovvvessss your tits... and can't get enough.

am i fucking being fed today keep feeding me. im so mentally ill abt johnny fuck my life.

you are legit so fucking right.

as long as you've known him he's always been ogling at tits, your tits, all tits. it's not his fault they're so beautiful, you know? but ever since you've dated him he's 100 percent has gotten worse.

squeezes your tits and uses the excuse that he's stressed out about something, sucks them well fingering you, loves putting his hands underneath them when he's cuddling with you. always saying, "baby, can i please fuck your tits?" he's always asking. it's almost routine of him to ask. and when you let him do it? he fucking loses all self control.

his warm hands squishing your tits together as he thrusts up between them, the tip of his dick just catching your lips— his forehead is sheen in sweat, lips curled up into a grin with half-lidded eyes.

he's whining, whimpering— nearly fucking drooling as he watches his cock fuck your tits, his thumb rubbing your perky nipples— pushing them into the fat of your breasts.

and don't get it twisted, baby boy cums so fast.

he's sinking his teeth into his lower lip before groaning softly and those groans soon become broken whimpers and whines as thick ropes of cum coat your tits and your face. the tips of his hair catch on fire before he comes down from his orgasm— cock still twitching between your boobs.

"again?"

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spaceycat · 2 months ago

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Johnny Storm being bestfriends with Reader, being in his room in the Baxter Building. Reader sitting at his desk while she finished up some homework. Johnny sitting on his bed, fiddling with his powers.

Johnny Storm who is burning at pieces of torn up paper in his lap from his homework he was supposed to be doing with Reader when he gets an idea and grabs a joint from the lower drawer of his bedside table, placing it between his lips. Lighting it with his power.

Reader who smelt the smoke, turning around. Letting out a sigh, speaking up. "You're supposed to be doing work--" "C'mon princess.. think of it as a break." "You've been taking a break for nearly two hours." "Touché." Johnny held up the joint to Reader.

Reader who takes it, taking a single hit - sitting on his bed beside him. They continued to pass it around for nearly half an hour. Reader felt buzzy, looking over to Johnny who was in the same situation as you.

Reader who was staring at Johnny's lips, noticing how they glistened as they wrapped around the joint for another hit. Johnny noticed that, "What?--" "Nothing.. it's nothing."

Johnny Storm who grabs the side of Reader's face, moving his face only inches infront of her. Blowing the smoke into her face before kissing her.

Johnny Storm who then fucks Reader on his bed, Reader was lying on his bed as he settled between her thighs - pushing his cock deep inside her.

Johnny Storm who revels in the moans of his name coming from her mouth as he continues to fuck deep into her. Muttering praises. "That good baby?" "Mm.. so fucking tight."

Johnny Storm who was hot to the touch, his back igniting into flames as he came deep inside Reader.

Johnny Storm who takes care of Reader afterwards, pulling her close after helping her shower and changing into one of his shirts and pants.

They didnt touch their homework after that.

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 months ago

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I read about Johnny with shy!reader (it’s so adorable) and it gave me an idea. Idk to write down HOW they met but Johnny has a huge crush on her pre-relationship and he keeps asking shy!reader out on a date but shy!reader keeps rejecting him. Until she finally accepts going on a date with him. Johnny family are curious why Johnny is acting strange in a good way. Shy!Reader superhero friends are being protective of her. Please feel free to pick any superhero friends of shy!reader

I couldn’t think of anyone other than like Remy (gambit) so he’s here bc I wanted him to be. This was too long.

‘Come on, just one date!’ Johnny exclaims as he looks at you with his brown eyes, the very eyes they made you suddenly unable to maintain eye contact as your gaze suddenly found your hands more interesting.

‘I don’t think so Johnny, it’s not right.’ You try telling him, wanting nothing more than to be his next conquest to be bragged about inappropriately behind your back for points with other disgusting men. You had to admit that Johnny was attractive but his cocky, arrogant personality kind of spoilt any possibility of ever wanting to date him in the first place, that and your friend Remy Lebeau didn’t necessarily take kindly to him nor his careless view on relationships.

‘You deserve someone who’s going to treasure you, respect you and believe in you, not whatever that Johnny boy does to his poor partners.’ He told you one day when you informed him of Johnny’s insistent need to take you out on a date. Remy didn’t like this one bit and would even keep a close eye on him whenever they were on missions together, not wanting you to be in pain when getting involved with a man as vain as the one and only Johnny Storm.

‘This reminds me of a story I’ve read somewhere about a prideful and vain man called Narcissus.’ You said.

Remy rose a brow. ‘What happened to him?’

‘He was so vain and so full of himself that after rejecting a nymph called Echo, he ended up falling in love with his own reflection and ended up dying as a result.’ You replied and Remy couldn’t help but laugh and clap a hand on your shoulder.

‘If only it could be that simple mon cherie, if only.’ Remy says through laughter and you couldn’t help but smile in response before remembering your current situation with Johnny, fiddling with your fingers out of habit. ‘If only.’ You whispered to yourself, hoping that Johnny would grow bored of you and move on.

However Johnny didn’t get bored of you and move on like you had hoped, if anything he only became persistent in asking you out, so much to the point where you were openly rejecting him at least three times a week because of it. You honestly didn’t see what was so special about you to warrant his attention, you were the complete opposite of Johnny in every possible way, you two just wouldn’t work out but for some reason Johnny was heavily insistent that you would.

Johnny frowns at your words. ‘You’ve been saying that for months.’

‘And yet that hasn’t stopped you from pestering me for a date.’ You muttered under your breath as your magic flickered in response to your conflicting emotions. Sure Johnny was handsome, that was a given, but his reputation as a playboy unfortunately proceeds him as you attempted to put distance between the two of you; you weren’t giving your heart to someone who wasn’t going to treasure it. ‘Besides I find it hard that you can’t get a date from anyone else.’ You continued and you swore you saw a flicker of hurt within his eyes after saying this.

‘But I don’t want to date anyone else,’ Johnny cried as he grabbed your hands, causing your magic to spark as his warmth enveloped them, ‘I want to date you, just tell me how I can make my dream a reality my little magician.’ He adds softly as his deep brown eyes searched your own for the answers he wanted more then anything.

‘Quit it with the playboy stuff, it drive good people and draws in the bad.’ You advised him before leaving Johnny standing there as your words echoed within his head, he was determined to get that date with you and if it meant quitting his old ways then he’ll gladly do it, for he had harboured a crush on you the moment you had saved him by using your magic the first day you met. Johnny didn’t care that you weren’t confident or loud, he loved you for who you were and didn’t want you to change in the slightest, however he thought that nothing would ever come to pass between the two of you and he had looked to get his mind off of you by hooking up with other people.

Which in retrospect wasn’t exactly going to earn him any favours in asking his crush out. It also didn’t help that your friend Remy was protective over you but he couldn’t blame the Cajun man, what he could hold against him though was all the threats the mutant had given him in how he wasn’t the man you needed in your life, given the fact that he played love like it was a toy and you weren’t a toy to be played with. Johnny didn’t like it when Remy Lebeau could read him like a book because he knew he was right, and he knew that Remy was only an older brother figure to you and nothing more but that didn’t stop him from getting jealous from how much time you spent with him regardless; another thing that he knew you weren’t at all attracted to.

So if Johnny needed to prove he could change to win your heart, then he’ll gladly change to prove that he could.

After a long gruelling month passes by before you shared a mission with Johnny and news that he had left the playboy lifestyle behind him felt like a dream, something too good to be reality as you didn’t expect him to actually listen to you. So when the mission was over you could already see Johnny making his way towards you but instead of a shit eating grin, he was smiling softly at you and you couldn’t help but find him beautiful in the moment, pretty even as his eyes never once left you at all.

‘Hey little magician, long time no see.’ He greets you and for once you didn’t feel as though you had to force the smile as you look at him.

‘You’ve changed, I didn’t think you’d actually listen to me.’ You replied, cutting to the chase as it was the only thing that was at the forefront of your mind, dying to be let out the moment you saw Johnny act unlike himself or at least the Johnny you were more well acquainted with. Johnny shrugged. ‘You were right, I was only drawing the wrong kind of people with how I was doing things and now I hope I can draw the person I’ve been wanting to for along while.’ He responded with a soft smile that made you feel as though he was alighting a fire within you.

‘And who would they be?’ You asked, although you were more than aware of the answer but you just wanted to hear it come from his mouth and actually believe him.

‘Preferably you and only you if you’re available on this Sunday at 7pm.’ Johnny says as he watches your reaction closely, uncaring of the unamused Remy in the background who was watching like a hawk, you were the only one that mattered and he wasn’t about to let the Cajun ruin all his hard work becuase he didn’t like him being near you. Now normally you would’ve shut him down and walked away but this time was different and you knew it in the way he looked at you, you knew it in the way that you were actually tempting the idea and that you were finding yourself answer before your brain could catch up.

‘Yeah I would love to.’ Was what left your mouth as the way Johnny’s eyes shone like beautiful jewels and Remy’s looks of disbelief was all you could remember from that day. Meanwhile Johnny was back wt the Baxter building, rushing to get himself cleaned up before frustrating himself over what he should wear for your date in hopes of winning you over even more.

Sue, Reed and Ben could only watch as Johnny was smiling like some lovesick fool, constantly looking at his phone every so often as though he was waiting for something before going back to trashing his room for the perfect outfit.

‘Is he okay? He didn’t hit his head did he?’ Ben asked.

‘Looks like Johnny got himself a date.’ Reed replies before squinting his eyes as he watched the aforementioned male once again look at his phone just as it let him know that he had gotten a text. ‘He’s never looked this genuinely happy to go on a date in a long, long time.’ He then adds.

‘Whatever it is, I hope it stays like this because it’s clear to see that he obviously likes whoever this mysterious person is.’ Sue shrugs as she watched her brother knowingly, she knew about you from how often Johnny came to her about the one who kept getting away, you really must’ve set him straight enough for Johnny to actually be serious and change for the better and she couldn’t help but want to meet you even more because of it.

‘I can hear you all you know.’ Johnny said as he adjusted the black tie that completed his suited attire, he looked smart and handsome, something he never did at family dinners at all but for you he’d pull out all the stops even if it meant being in a expensive suit that he’ll never wear again. ‘And they’re here so don’t be embarrassing me okay?’ He adds sarcastically as he pats Reed on the shoulder, nudges Ben and hugs Sue before rushing to meet you by the entrance, his smile never once faltering at all as it only seemed to grow bigger upon his face to the point it hurt him.

Johnny didn’t care as he was quick to usher you in, he didn’t care that Reed, Ben and Sue were just behind him watching you both because they were bound to find out about you sooner or later, especially his sister whom he went to the moment you told him to drop his playboy act for advice almost immediately. Johnny didn’t care about anything because you were standing before him looking as beautiful as ever.

‘Hey.’ He says.

‘Hi.’ You replied.

You both smiled widely at each other for a good minute or two, much to Sue’s delight, secretly happy to see her brother happy and in the presence of the person who made him that genuinely happy. ‘You going to invite your date in or stare at them a little while longer.’ Ben interiors the cute moment, causing Johnny to look at him unamused while you fiddled with your hands that sparked with magic.

‘Dude.’ Johnny said but Ben only shrugged his shoulders.

‘What Ben wanted to say,’ Reed stepped in as he offered you a welcoming smile as did Sue as she stood next to him, allowing Reed to put his hand on her waist to pull her into his side as her hand easily fell to his chest, ‘welcome to the family y/n.’

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