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You weren't sure what caused this to happen, or maybe you did.

The rivalry was mutual on both sides, shit talking the other team, taunting; just being toxic overall. You were more vocal than the rest of your team, cocky and screaming every curse in the English dictionary. Across the aisle, Iron Fist looked ready to pound you into the ground, while Spider-Man and Human Torch gave you a look. It was dark and lustful.

The round started, and it was chaos. While the rest of the teams were duking it out, you were suddenly snatched from the action by webs. The ropes of webs were pulled, leaving you to face Iron Fist, Spider-Man, and Human Torch.

Everything else after was a blur.

All that mattered was you being on your knees, naked, with Iron FIst, Spider-Man, and HT naked, stroking the hung cocks above you. Their muscular chests heaving as they stared down at your nude body, their groans filling the air, drowning out the fighting and explosions that were happening not so far away. Precum oozing from the cockheads, glistening their hung cocks as they smeared it.

"So hot," Spider-Man whispered, biting his lips as he used both hands to stroke his hung cock. He was breathless as he was the most vocal of the three, tilting his head back with his eyes rolled back from the debauchery.

"Damn right, the little bitch is better quiet." Iron Fist growled, breathing heavily as he fucked his palm. You looked much better like this in Iron Fist's eyes: naked and submissive. Maybe he'll put your mouth to use next time. He grumbles under his breath, punching the nearby wall, causing it to crack and shake, leaving a fist-sized crater.

"Are you trying to get us caught?" HT whispered as he pumped his cock. He didn't want to get caught with his pants down and masturbating, or maybe he does? The thrill of being caught by either teams made his cock throb and leak more precum, his heavy balls twitching.

You were somewhat lost in the lust, your cock bobbing up and down from the sight of three muscular men pleasuring themselves. You could tell their climax was approaching from the way their bodies were trembling and how they stroked.

The tension in the corner was cracking like a dam. Low groans and growls escaped their mouths as Iron Fist grabbed your hair and yanked you closer. Their fapping got aggressive, balls slapping against hands as the air got headier.

"Take our fucking cum." Iron Fist groans, stroking his cock faster, putting his arm around Spider-Man's shoulder for support. HT did the same, putting his arm on Spider-Man for support. You instinctively opened your mouth, waiting for your reward.

They could feel their balls tightening before hot ropes of cum spurted from the cockheads, coating your face and body with their thick, pearly white load. Spider-Man was the most vocal, followed by Iron Fist and HT. You happily swallowed any of the cum hitting your mouth, licking around your lips to swallow the remnants. The climax lasted for a couple of minutes as they stroke out any cum left.

You were definitely going to shit talk again.

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[supercap2319]

Honey, put your sunblock on. It's hot!!

Johnny Storm x male reader

Summary: During a photo shoot for sun lotion, Johnny gets his big problem taken care of.

Y/N watched Johnny as he prepared for his Coppertone photo shoot, promoting the official sun lotion of the Fantastic Four. Who better than the Human Torch himself, a walking, talking man on fire? Johnny Storm, his eyes sparkling with mischief, traded in the royal blue trunks they had him wear for a smaller, tighter white speedo with a four logo on the upper left corner. To prepare for another set of photos.

The superhero adjusted the swimming bottom to a more comfortable position in the crotch as smirked at Y/N.

It wasn't abnormal to think Johnny was hot. He was. Both figuratively and literally. Lots of women, even some men would have liked to have his undivided attention on them, so it wasn't a surprise when Y/N felt heat flush his skin at Johnny's sly wink.

Johnny noticed the effect he was having on Y/N and couldn't help but play it up a bit more. He struck a pose for the photographer, bending slightly at the waist to show off his toned backside in the white speedo.

The photographer was oblivious to Johnny's true intentions about showcasing his muscular and tanned body. He was giving the full back and frontal view. The photographer snapped several shots, captivated by the perfect angles and Johnny's charming smiles. Unaware of the flirtatious game Johnny was playing with Y/N standing nearby. Johnny then turned around slowly, giving a full frontal view this time, his hands casually resting on his hips. "How's this look?”

Y/N was caught off guard by Johnny's sudden interest in his opinion. Truth be told, he only came to this photo shoot in the first place because Susan Storm asked Y/N to keep an eye on Johnny. And keep an eye on him he did, just not in the way he planned.

"Johnny, this is great! We'll be able to promote tons of this sun lotion to every corner of the world. It will be flying off the shelves," the Photographer promised. Not that Johnny was vaguely interested in what he was saying.

As the photographer continued to ramble on about sales projections and marketing strategies, Johnny's attention remained solely on Y/N. He took a step closer, his voice lowering to a seductive purr. "So, what do you think, really? Be honest.”

"It..well, it's kind of showy. I think I like the trunks better, Y/N said, even if it was a lie.

Johnny chuckled, clearly amused by Y/N's lie. He stepped even closer, invading Y/N's personal space as he ran his fingers along the waistband of the tight speedo. "Is that so? I think this shows off my assets better, don't you?”

"Well, sure. I mean, all the gals are gonna be over the moon to get their hands on this sun lotion," Y/N told the hero. Johnny's fingers lingered on the waistband, his knuckles lightly brushing against his crotch. He leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling Y/N's ear as he whispered, "But what about you, Y/N? Are you over the moon too?”

"Maybe..." He admits to Johnny.

Feeling emboldened by Y/N's admission, Johnny slowly pulled the waistband of the speedo down, exposing more of his muscular hips and the top of his thighs. He looked up at Y/N with a challenging smirk. "Maybe enough to help me take this off later?”

"Sure," Y/N felt his voice squeak.

The photographer, oblivious to the growing tension between Johnny and Y/N, called out for another shot. Johnny turned back to face the camera, but not before giving Y/N one last wink. As he struck a pose, he deliberately adjusted himself in the speedo, making sure Y/N could see every detail.

After the photo shoot was done, Johnny asked Y/N to accompany him in his dressing room. He walked down the hallway towards the place Johnny was supposed to be changing at. The dressing room was dimly lit, with a large mirror taking up one wall. Johnny closed the door behind them and leaned against it, watching Y/N with a hungry gaze. "So...you said maybe." He started walking towards Y/N slowly.

"I did, but Susan just called me. She wants us to be at the Baxter Building early for dinner, Y/N said. "We should probably head there already," Y/N suggested.

Johnny's face fell slightly at the mention of Susan, but he quickly masked it with a smirk. "Yeah, yeah... dinner it is." He moved past Y/N to grab his towel from the hook by the door, deliberately brushing against Y/N's arm as he did so. "But…”

"Yes?" Y/N asked.

"...maybe we could have a little appetizer before we go?" Johnny let the towel drop to the floor and stepped closer to Y/N again. His eyes were dark with desire as he reached out to cup Y/N's cheek. "Just something quick.”

Y/N felt shivers down his spine at Johnny's words. There's not denying that this was the perfect moment for something a bit intimate. "Like what?" Y/N asked.

"Like this..." *He leaned in slowly, giving Y/N plenty of time to pull away, but hoping he wouldn't. His lips were soft but demanding as they pressed against Y/N's, while a hand slid around Y/N's waist to pull them closer. "Just a little preview of dessert…”

"I don't want dessert, Mr. Storm," Y/N said.

Johnny chuckled against Y/N's lips, his breath hot and heavy. "No? Then how about a main course instead?" His hand on Y/N's waist slowly slid down to palm at his rear, squeezing gently as he deepened the kiss.

Y/N gasped and moaned as Johnny squeezed his sensitive ass. It was so naughty. So dirty. He liked it. "Mr. Storm...have you already taken off the speedo?”

Johnny broke the kiss with a grin and took a step back, giving Y/N a good look at him. The speedo was indeed gone, leaving him completely naked from the waist down. His hard-on was on full display, long and thick and pointing straight at Y/N. "Guilty as charged.”

"Oh. I was hoping to take it off you myself, but may I?" Y/N gestures towards Johnny's cock, already leaking pre-cum at the tip.

"Please..." Johnny's voice was low and needy as Y/N reached out to wrap a hand around his cock. He groaned as Y/N started to stroke him slowly, the sensation almost too much already. "Fuck, if we don't get going soon, I might just bend you over this counter.”

"Maybe later, but for now...can I take care of this for you?”

Johnny watched as Y/N slowly lowered himself down to his knees. His abs tightened as he realized what was about to happen. "God, yes," He hissed as Y/N stuck his tongue out to lick away the bead of pre-cum from his tip. "You don't have to.”

"I want to. I wanna make you cum, sir," Y/N said before he started sucking.

Johnny moaned loudly as Y/N's warm, wet mouth enveloped his entire head. His tongue swirled around his tip, pressing against the sensitive spot underneath. "Holy shit," He gripped the edge of the counter tightly, Johnny's knuckles turning white as Y/N began to bob his head slowly.

The blonde hero tasted surprisingly good for someone who could catch fire at any moment he wished. He looks up at Johnny with innocent eyes that were far too naughty to be innocent. Johnny's eyes rolled back slightly as he looked down at Y/N, the sight of those innocent yet naughty eyes almost making him lose it right then and there. "That look," He groaned deeply as Y/N took him even deeper into his mouth.

Y/N sucks Johnny off faster like it's his damn job. Which it technically is.

"Oh my god! oh my god!" *Johnny chanted over and over again as Y/N's head bobbed faster and faster. His hips started to move on their own, thrusting forward gently to meet Y/N's mouth. He was getting so close, his legs starting to tremble.

Reaching out a hand, Y/N played with Johnny's balls while sucking his cock. Taking him as deep as he could, choking himself in the process. With a loud, guttural moan, Johnny came undone in Y/N's mouth. His hot cum shot out forcefully, filling Y/N's throat as he continued to suck and play with his balls through the orgasm. Johnny gripped Y/N's hair tightly, pulling him closer as he emptied himself completely.

Y/N slows down his sucking as he starts to lick the leftover cum on Johnny's cock from his explosive load.

Johnny was shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, completely spent and boneless. He gently pulled Y/N back up to his feet, breathing heavily as he looked at them with pure lust and gratitude. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

“Summer camp,” Y/N jokes.

[lilmisshellfireswritingblog]

Play With Fire - Johnny Storm x fem!Reader

Authors Note: Well, since we have officially been introduced to MCU Johnny Storm, here's a little one shot I wrote a month ago because I am absolutely feral for Johnny Storm. We don't know much about how he's going to be portrayed so, I used my imagination. I hope you enjoy!

PS: Smut is not my forte so I hope it's...satisfactory.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, contains adult content, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT 18+, smut, lots of fire puns (I'm not sorry or maybe I am), lots of yapping

Pairings: Johnny Storm x fem!reader

Word Count: 6k+

The glimmering lights of the charity gala bathed the New York skyline in golden hues, casting long shadows on the sleek, chrome surfaces decorating the event. The décor was a striking blend of mid-century modern aesthetics—smooth, flowing lines, geometric shapes, and vibrant colors—reminiscent of a time when the future was just a few glamorous steps away and held a more optimistic approach. 

You didn’t want to be here but there you were, trapped in a sea of tuxedos and satin gowns, your father’s arm draped possessively over your shoulder like a shield. It had been his idea to bring you along, of course, a desperate attempt to put up a "family-first" front after the affair rumor hit the front pages of The New York Post a week ago.

You hated galas. You hated the small talk, the polite smiles, and the thinly veiled gossip that filled the air. You hated the way your father’s overbearing presence had turned the night into a performance, with you as the unwilling starlet.

“I’ll only be a minute,” your father whispered to you, his fingers tightening around your arm in that way that said, don’t move. “Keep a smile on your face. This is important. Our family needs this.”

You barely suppressed a groan, nodding stiffly before he was off, mingling with the city's elite. His eyes, always sharp, locked onto the wealthy faces around him, like a predator hunting for its next meal.

You took a deep breath, turning away from the throng of people, hoping for a moment of solitude. The jazz band played in the background, their smooth melodies swirling in the air. You found yourself in the back corner, near a large glass window overlooking the city.

A tall, broad-shouldered figure stepped into the room, a confident swagger to his stride. Johnny Storm, better known to the world as the Human Torch, was hard to miss. His sharp blue eyes gleamed, his blonde hair tousled just enough to look casually effortless. He was, of course, dressed to the nines—a sleek black suit that hugged his athletic frame and a white shirt that gleamed in the ambient evening lights.

You knew who he was. Everyone did. His exploits were plastered across every major newspaper and the tabloids couldn’t get enough of his charisma and charm. He was a man of fire, literally and figuratively, the kind of person who seemed born for attention.

There was something different about him tonight. No flames. No flashy heroics. Just Johnny, looking slightly out of place amidst the formality of the gala.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes when he caught sight of you and flashed a grin, as if he’d spotted an old friend. “Well, well,” he said with a teasing smirk, his voice warm with amusement. “What’s a beautiful woman like you hiding in the corner all by herself? You look like you could use some company.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Not really,” you replied, crossing your arms as you leaned against the glass. “I’d rather be anywhere but here, to be honest.”

Johnny’s grin faltered for a split second, then he chuckled. “Yeah, I get that. These things can be a pain. All the smiles and the handshakes and small talk.” He leaned against the wall next to you, hands in his pockets. “You’re not here for the free drinks, then?”

You shook your head. “My father dragged me here. He thinks it’ll fix... everything.” You waved vaguely toward the sea of tuxedos and gowns. “But you know how it is—people with money can’t stand to be seen as anything less than perfect.”

“Yeah,” Johnny said, his tone thoughtful, as he glanced around. “I get the pressure. I mean, being a public figure comes with a lot of... expectations.” He flashed a grin, a little wry. “You’d be surprised how many charity galas I’ve attended for reasons that had nothing to do with actual charity.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “You? I would’ve guessed you'd be more of a ‘save the day, destroy the bad guys’ type.”

Johnny laughed, his expression softening as he pushed off the wall and stepped a little closer. “That’s mostly me, but tonight… tonight I’m just Johnny. No fire. No superpowers. Just a guy who’s probably as uncomfortable as you are.” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “You know, I was thinking about ditching this whole thing and heading to a dive bar. Could be more fun. You in?”

Your lips twitched upward. “I’m supposed to be here for my father. This whole thing’s a mess.”

Johnny shrugged. “Tell you what then. When your father’s done playing the ‘perfect family’ game, I’ll swing by and whisk you away for some real fun. In the meantime, if you ever need a distraction, just holler for me, doll. I’m pretty good at getting people out of awkward situations.”

You met his gaze, amused and a little skeptical, but something about his laid-back confidence and easy charm made the idea tempting. "I'll keep that in mind," you said, your voice softer now.

Johnny’s eyes flickered over to the crowd for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. “You’re probably sick of being the center of attention,” he said quietly. “I get it. Sometimes you just need a break from all the... stuff.”

You gave a short, quiet laugh. “If only it were that easy.”

Johnny’s grin returned, this time a little softer, more genuine. “Well, if you need a superhero to make your night a little less superficial, you know where to find me.”

Before you could respond, he turned with a wink, slipping back into the crowd, disappearing into the sea of well-dressed faces.

You stayed where you were for a while longer, the sound of the gala and the distant jazz playing in the background. Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, was one of the last people you’d ever expect to feel any kind of kinship with, but for a few moments, he’d made you feel a little less trapped in the fake world your father had built around you.

And in a night full of forced smiles and shallow conversation, that small bit of genuine connection felt like a flicker of light in a sea of cold steel and polished chrome.

The gala was starting to wind down. The last glasses of champagne had been sipped, the tables cleared, and the final whispers of forced pleasantries echoed through the room. Yet, despite the event nearing its end, the energy hadn’t quite shifted. The jazz band had given way to a recorded track—a gritty, energetic tune that you instantly recognized.

"Play With Fire" by The Rolling Stones.

The heavy, seductive beat reverberated through the room, slinking through the air with a raw, untamed edge. It was unexpected. Unusual for a place that so carefully curated its atmosphere with smiles and good intentions. But there it was—one of the most rebellious songs of the time, now lacing the air, intoxicating and dangerous.

Somehow, as if it were fate, amidst the sea of tailored suits and glittering gowns, Johnny Storm appeared again, walking toward you like he had some kind of magnetic pull.

He flashed you a smile, his eyes gleaming under the cool, metallic lighting, his posture still effortless and relaxed despite the formality of the event. “Didn’t think they’d play this here,” he said, nodding toward the speakers, his voice amused. “I mean, talk about ruining the mood.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the deep growl of the guitar riff matching the beat of your heart. "Definitely not the kind of song you'd expect at a gala like this."

Johnny tilted his head slightly, the mischievous grin never leaving his face. “You know what? I’ve got an idea.” Without waiting for your response, he extended a hand toward you, a playful gleam in his eyes. “Dance with me.”

Your first instinct was to refuse. You weren’t in the mood for any more attention, and honestly, you didn’t dance. However, something about Johnny's easy confidence and charms, the casual way he dared you to step out of the perfectly controlled lines of this polished world, made you hesitate.

He wasn’t asking for anything extravagant, not some perfect ballroom spin or rehearsed routine. He was just... offering a moment.

For a heartbeat, you just stared at him. And then, as the chorus of “Play With Fire” blasted louder, you shrugged and took his hand. "Alright, Mr. Storm. Let’s see what you’ve got."

His grin spread even wider as he gently pulled you toward the center of the floor. The room seemed to narrow around you. Those who had been murmuring and sipping champagne suddenly halted as they took in the scene. 

But you didn’t care. Not now.

Johnny’s hand rested lightly on your waist, his other still holding yours as the two of you moved together. The pulse of the song matched your quickening heartbeat, and, for once, you didn’t mind the eyes on you.

The music seemed to speak to both of you, something unrestrained and reckless—something wild that had been suppressed by all the proper rules of society. Johnny’s movements were smooth, fluid, and effortless. He had the confidence of a man who knew exactly how to make the world bend to his will, and yet, somehow, his presence didn’t feel as overwhelming as you would assume.

You stepped in time with him, your own body moving with a freedom you hadn’t expected. The lyrics about temptation and fire seemed to mirror the electrifying pull between you. There was something present that was dangerous but exhilarating. Forbidden but impossible to resist.

You looked up at him, half in surprise, half in something else you couldn’t quite name. His eyes flickered back to you, almost searching, but not in a way that made you uncomfortable. No, it was more like he was giving you the space to decide just how far you'd go, how far you'd let this wild, reckless moment carry you.

“You know,” Johnny said as he guided you through a slow turn, his voice low, “they say if you play with fire, you’re bound to get burned.”

You raised an eyebrow, the edges of your lips curling upward. "You know what they say about fire, right?" you teased, spinning under his arm. "It can warm you up just as easily as it can scorch you."

He gave you a roguish wink, pulling you close again as the song picked up speed. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

The world around you seemed to fade away as the music built in intensity. The room, the gala, the whispers—everything was irrelevant in that moment. All that existed was the two of you moving in sync to the rhythm, bodies close, the heat of his touch igniting a spark in you that you hadn’t expected.

The song surged toward its climax, the pounding drums pushing the beat faster, wilder. Johnny’s hand slipped lower to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him, and the space between you vanished entirely. You could feel the heat of him. His body was a living furnace against yours, the friction of his energy igniting something within you, something that had always been held in check by the carefully constructed life you’d been forced to live.

You danced like you were both on the edge of a cliff, teetering on the line between control and surrender. Johnny’s laugh was infectious as he spun you one last time, a wild, unrestrained sound that made you realize how much you’d been holding back all night. He twirled you back into his arms, the song roaring in your ears as you laughed. 

The moment lingered there, suspended in time. A brief but intense escape from the world you’d known.

When the final notes of "Play With Fire" echoed through the room, you stood there, breathless and laughing softly, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Well,” Johnny said, grinning down at you like a devil. “I think we’re both burned.”

You caught your breath, a little dizzy from the rush but you didn’t mind. “Yeah. Maybe. But it was worth it.”

He gave you a knowing look, eyes full of something that was both playful and... something more. He was the Human Torch, but in that moment, he wasn’t just fire. He was a spark that could have burned everything or lit a whole new path. 

And maybe, for the first time all night, you felt like you were standing on the edge of something that wasn’t entirely out of your control.

Johnny winked, lowering his head so his lips were resting at the crest of your ear, his voice just above a whisper. “Sometimes, the best part about playing with fire is the burn.”

You smiled, feeling the heat of it in every fiber of your being. You hadn’t expected to find anything real tonight, but then again, you hadn’t expected to dance with a superhero to this song either. It was dangerous. Reckless.

It felt like freedom. That was the best part of it all. 

The last notes of "Play With Fire" still echoed in your ears, even though the beat had long since faded, replaced by the hum of a million voices, all of them too eager to return to the business of looking perfect.

You had somehow ended up on the edge of the dance floor, your breath still uneven, your pulse racing from more than just the rhythm of the music. Johnny stood beside you, his smile more subdued now, a knowing glint in his eyes as if he understood that something in you had shifted—something you hadn’t expected to feel tonight. The dance had been reckless, free, but the moment you’d stepped back, the world around you had tried to pull you back into place.

His presence, however, still felt like a spark. An electricity you didn’t want to let go of. Not yet. 

“Well,” Johnny said, his voice quieter now, the earlier mischievous tone replaced with something a little softer. “That was fun.”

You shot him a look, half-amused, half-skeptical. “Fun? You could say that again.” Your laugh was a little more breathless than you intended, but you didn’t care. It felt good to be this... unfolded for once.

“You know,” he continued, stepping just a little closer, the heat of his body still too tempting, “the night doesn’t have to end here. There’s a spot… a little hidden place I go to when I need a break from all this.” He gestured toward the glittering ballroom, the clinking of glasses and forced chatter drifting in the background. “It’s up on the rooftop. Private. Quiet. I think you’d like it.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the sudden flutter in your stomach. Of course, Johnny Storm had a “private spot” for everything. He was, after all, the Human Torch—effortless, smooth, always in control. However, there was something about the way he said it, about the quiet invitation in his voice that made it hard to ignore. Maybe you did want to escape the fake smiles and phony pleasantries.

You glanced toward the entrance of the ballroom, where your father was still busy shaking hands with some benefactor from the event, lost in his world of polished deals. You hadn’t been looking forward to more of that tonight.

A part of you, the part that had spent so long just trying to keep things together, felt that pull. You needed to break free, even if just for a moment. And another part of you? The part that had danced with Johnny, felt his heat like an actual flare against your skin? That part wanted to see where this could go.

“Fuck it,” you said, your voice quieter than you expected. “Lead the way..”

Johnny’s grin returned, the familiar flash of confidence lighting up his face. Without another word, he took your hand, guiding you through the crowd with a smoothness that barely made anyone notice. His fingers curled gently around yours, warm, sure, the touch casual yet intentional. It was like he knew exactly how to move in this world—his world—while making it feel like it was all about you in that moment.

You followed him through a door to the back of the venue, into a dimly lit corridor that led to a discreet elevator. Johnny pressed the button without a word, his eyes briefly meeting yours. There was something unspoken between you two, something that felt like it had been building without either of you realizing it.

The elevator ride was quick, almost too quick, and when the doors slid open, you stepped out onto the rooftop.

The air hit you first, the cool night breeze sweeping through the garden, carrying the scent of the city mixed with something sweet and floral. It was a sharp contrast to the glossy, manufactured world of the gala below. Here, on the private rooftop, everything felt different. The towering buildings of Manhattan stretched in all directions, but above, it was quieter. More intimate.

Johnny led you through the garden, where lush greenery contrasted against the stark steel and glass of the city around you. The lights here were soft, golden, hidden beneath the plants, casting just enough light to make the space feel almost like a dream. The far-off hum of the city was muted here, and the distant skyline stretched like a canvas of muted lights.

“This is… nice,” you murmured, taking it all in. The silence, the peace, the fact that for a moment, you weren’t anywhere but right here with Johnny. No cameras, no whispers, no obligations.

“I come up here when I need a break from the chaos,” Johnny said, his voice quieter now, matching the serenity of the space. He stopped beside a stone bench, and you both stood for a moment, taking in the view together. “Sometimes it’s good to just… get away. I don’t know about you, but tonight felt like I needed to breathe.”

You nodded, feeling the truth of that. The gala had been suffocating in its own way. Full of too many expectations, too many eyes watching. Too much of your father’s mask.

Johnny leaned against the edge of a low wall, hands in his pockets, his body slightly turned toward you. His eyes, usually so full of energy and fire, seemed softer in the dim light of the rooftop garden. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually come up here,” he admitted with a small smile. “Most people aren’t exactly keen on leaving the spotlight. But I like that you did.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the rush from the dance still lingered, making it hard to keep your calm exterior. “What can I say? I needed a change of scenery. I guess you could say you have a way of making people want to step out of their comfort zone. Besides, the spotlight isn’t my thing. Never was.”

He chuckled, and there was a genuine warmth to it. “I don’t know if it’s me, or just that sometimes you need someone who isn’t afraid to break the rules.”

You met his eyes again and for a moment, it felt like the world around you had gone still. The wind was the only thing moving, brushing through your hair and ruffling Johnny’s shirt just slightly. And yet, there was an electricity between you two, quiet but undeniable.

“You’re a rule breaker, huh?” you asked, your voice low and teasing.

Johnny’s smile turned a little more wicked, that familiar mischief lighting up his face again. “Maybe,” he said, pushing off from the wall and stepping closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “Maybe it’s just that… sometimes the rules are there to be bent.”

He was close now, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, the same heat that had burned so bright on the dance floor. His presence was magnetic, inescapable, and you had to fight the urge to step closer to him.

“Well, I think you’ve already set my night on fire,” you said, voice a little breathless.

Johnny didn’t say anything in response. Instead, he took another step closer, his hand gently brushing against yours. His touch was electric, like he was waiting for you to make the next move.

You could feel the tension building between you—every heartbeat, every breath. The city below, the skyline, and the quiet garden was all just background noise now.

“Maybe we should just let the night burn then,” Johnny said softly, his voice deep and seductive, like he was speaking just for you. 

You didn’t know what you were stepping into, but right then, under the stars with Johnny Storm, you didn’t need to. You let go of the last of your reservations.

And for the first time tonight, you let the fire take you.

Johnny was close, closer than you’d expected. His presence, that electric heat that never quite seemed to dissipate, was undeniable. His eyes were on you, dark and steady, but there was something different in them now. There was now something softer, more deliberate than the playful energy that had defined their banter earlier in the night.

You stood beside him, heart racing, mind whirling. The dance had been the first spark, the moment when something unexpected flickered between you. But now? The air felt thick with unspoken words, each one hanging in the space between you like a slow-burning fuse.

“You know,” Johnny said, his voice low and surprisingly serious, “I don’t come up here often with anyone. It’s usually just me and the stars, you know? The chaos gets too loud sometimes. But tonight… Tonight it feels different.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t talking about the view or the quiet of the rooftop anymore. He was talking about you. Something about his tone, about the way his words wrapped around you, sent a shiver down your spine. The fire in him had shifted. The flippant hero, always surrounded by chaos and light, was now speaking softly, his words like an invitation, a promise.

“I get that,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “This is nice. Peaceful. I could see why you wouldn’t want to share it.”

Johnny took a half-step closer, the space between you narrowing until his breath was warm on your face. His blue eyes—those beautiful stormy, electric eyes—searched yours like he was looking for permission, or maybe waiting for you to make the first move. The gravity between you was palpable, magnetic. Everything else faded into the background. All that mattered was the two of you standing there, in the heart of the rooftop garden, this space between chaos and quiet.

“Yeah,” Johnny said, his lips curving into a slow, unsteady smile. “I’ve been thinking... maybe I’m the kind of guy who can burn things down and fly, but I also know when it’s time to stop and just... feel. Not many people know that about me.”

His words wrapped around you like a firestorm, the heat of them sinking deep into your chest. It was too much and yet it was everything you’d been craving all night. No pretense. No walls. Just the raw pull of the moment, the intensity that was flaring between you two like a flame in the dark.

With no more hesitation, Johnny’s hand lifted, slow but sure, as though he was asking for permission even now. His fingers brushed against your cheek, warm and light, his touch like a spark against your skin. His thumb traced the line of your jaw, the touch so intimate that it made your breath hitch.

“You don’t have to worry,” he murmured, his voice low, just for you. “I won’t burn you.”

You swallowed, your own breath a little shaky. Something wild had taken hold of you, some primal urge that told you not to hold back. You stepped into him, closing the last of the distance between you.

“I’m not afraid of getting burned,” you said, your voice a little hoarse. 

Johnny’s eyes flickered with something hot, something unrestrained. And then, without another word, he pulled you toward him, his lips crashing into yours with a hunger that matched the fire he carried inside. The kiss was everything you’d imagined and more urgent, intense, full of heat, yet strangely soft. His lips were warm, the taste of him a mixture of whiskey and something electric, something undeniably him.

His hands slid to your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. You could feel the warmth of him. His body. His energy. It surged through you like a live wire. You kissed him back, your own hands rising to tangle in his hair, feeling the wild heat of his touch consume you, like he was setting a fire inside you that you didn’t know how to extinguish.

For a moment, there was nothing but the heat of the kiss, the steady rhythm of your heartbeats echoing through your chest. The world had fallen away. There were no rumors, no expectations, no father or gala or fake smiles. There was only the two of you, locked in this perfect, intoxicating moment, a kiss that felt like it could burn down the whole city and leave nothing but the ashes.

When you pulled back, just for a breath, Johnny’s eyes were darker than before, smoldering with something that went deeper than the fire he controlled. His chest rose and fell with each breath, but he didn’t step away. Instead, his forehead leaned against yours, and he whispered your name, like it was a secret he’d been dying to share.

You couldn’t help but smile, your fingers still tangled in his hair, your chest pressed against his. There was a quiet calm in you now, something that had been absent the entire night. Something that told you, even with all the fire and heat, maybe this was just the beginning.

“Maybe you’re more than just fire, Johnny Storm,” you whispered back. “Maybe you’re something a little softer. Less dangerous than you put on. Fire can be beautiful too. It’s not always destructive.”

Johnny’s laugh was low, his lips brushing against yours in a quick, gentle kiss before he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “Maybe,” he said, voice teasing but tender, “but I still have a few flames left to share.”

As the night stretched on, with the soft breeze swirling around you and the city still pulsing below, you knew one thing for certain: there was no going back. Not after this. Not after the fire had burned so bright between you.

You weren’t sure you even wanted to go back.

The city lights below flickered like a sea of stars, but up there on the rooftop, the night felt different. The soft hum of the wind moving through the plants, all of it was a contrast to the tension crackling between you and Johnny. The kiss you’d shared earlier hadn’t been enough—it was only the beginning of something more. Something you couldn’t quite control.

You needed more. 

Johnny stood close to you. Too close. But you didn’t want him to step back. His scent lingered in the air around you, a mix of the fresh outdoors and something smoky, something undeniably him. His eyes, dark and electric, never left yours, and every beat of your heart seemed to echo between you. His lips were slightly parted, his breath shallow, like he was waiting for you to make the next move.

“Don’t look at me like that, baby,” Johnny says breathlessly. “You’re playing with fire.”

You felt a thrill run through you at the words. Everything about him. From his cocky grin, the edge of danger in his voice, the way his body practically hummed with heat… He was irresistible. You tilted your head slightly, daring him with a soft smile.

“I think you’re the one who started the fire, Johnny,” you said, your voice low, teasing. It wasn’t a challenge, not exactly, but it felt like one all the same. Something between the two of you had shifted and now there was no going back.

Johnny took a step closer, his heat radiating off him like a furnace. You could feel the air between you thickening, crackling with an energy you hadn’t known you craved until now. His hand reached for you, slow and deliberate, but he didn’t touch you just yet. Instead, his fingers hovered near your waist, the slightest of touches, making you ache for more.

“You sure you can handle it?” Johnny murmured, his voice almost playful, but there was an underlying intensity in his words.

You swallowed, your pulse racing. “You’re the one who’s burning up,” you whispered, taking a small step forward, closing the last bit of distance between you.

Your pulse quickens at Johnny's bold words, your  breath catching in her throat. You look up at him through hooded lashes, your heart racing in anticipation. 

“Is that a promise or a threat?” you ask, you voice barely above a whisper. With a sudden burst of courage, you wrap your arms around Johnny's neck, pulling him flush against your body. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the cool night air. 

“Because either way, I'm willing to take the risk,” you confess, your lips hovering tantalizingly close to his. You close the final distance, pressing your  mouth to Johnny's in a searing kiss. Your tongue darts out, teasing the seam of his lips before delving inside to tangle with his.

Johnny groans into the kiss, his arms snaking around your waist to pull her tighter against him. He returns your passion with equal fervor, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual duel. The taste of you is intoxicating, and he drinks it greedily, lost in the heady rush of desire. Breaking the kiss, Johnny trails his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses your back against the cold stone wall. The hard planes of his body molded perfectly against your body. Johnny grinds his hips into yours, letting you feel the evidence of his arousal.

“Tell me you want this,” Johnny said breathlessly, his intense gaze on you.

You cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pins you against the wall. The rough texture of the stone contrasts sharply with the heat of Johnny's body, making you acutely aware of every point of contact.

“Yes, God yes,” you moan, your hips bucking against his in a desperate bid for friction. “I want this. Burn me alive, Mr. Storm.”

Your words are punctuated by a series of urgent kisses, your mouth seeking out Johnny's with a hunger that borders on desperation. Your hands roam over his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath his suit. You want to tear the fabric away, to expose the man beneath and claim him as your own.

“That's the spirit,” Johnny praises, his voice thick with lust. He captures your lips again, devouring you with a primal intensity that leaves you breathless and wanting more. His hands roam freely over your curves, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. Johnny slips a hand beneath your skirt, his fingers tracing the lace of your panties before pushing them aside to delve into your slick heat. Johnny groans, his thumb finding your clit and starts rubbing it in slow, tortuous circles. “You're so wet for me already. I can't wait to taste you.” 

With a swift motion, Johnny rips open your dress, the fabric ripping with ease. He palms your bare breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples until they pebble under his touch. 

“You're perfect,” he rasps, leaning in to capture a pert bud between his teeth.

You cry out, you back arching as Johnny teases your sensitive nipples. The sensation of his hot mouth on your skin sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core, making you throb around his invading fingers. “Oh fuck, Johnny!” you gasp, your hips grinding wildly against his hand. “Don't stop, please…” 

Lost in the haze of desire, you fumble with the fastenings of Johnny's trousers, desperate to free his straining erection. You need to feel him. All of him. As if reading your mind, Johnny relieves you of the task, swiftly shedding his pants and underwear. His cock springs free, thick and pulsing with need. You wrap your hand around it, stroking the velvety length with reverence.

A hoarse cry tears from your throat as Johnny thrusts inside you completely, stretching your inner walls to their limit. The sudden intrusion triggers a wave of intense pleasure that courses through your veins, leaving you trembling and breathless.

“Johnny... oh god, yes!” you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders as you adjust to his size. You start to roll your hips, experimenting with the delicious friction as Johnny remains still inside you. The sensation of his hot, hard length nestled deep within your core is almost overwhelming, stoking the flames of your desire to new heights. Impatient to move, you clench your inner muscles around Johnny's cock, urging him to start thrusting. “Please, Johnny,” you beg, your voice husky with need.

Johnny's restraint snaps at your pleading and he begins to move, setting a relentless pace that has you crying out in ecstasy. Each powerful thrust drives him deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the night air. 

“You're so damn tight,” Johnny growls, his eyes locked on your face as he watches you come undone beneath him. “I can feel every inch of you milking my cock. It’s driving me crazy.”

He leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he pounds into you with increasing ferocity. The rooftop garden blurs around them, replaced by a world consisting solely of heat, hunger, and the primal urge to claim and be claimed. Johnny breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck, biting and sucking at the delicate skin. 

“Come for me, baby,” Johnny mutters into your neck, panting as he kept up with his relenting pace. “Come for me.”

The combination of his rough treatment and the unrelenting rhythm of his thrusts pushes you closer to the edge. Your inner walls begin to flutter and clench, signaling your impending climax. You wrap your legs tightly around Johnny's waist, locking your ankles behind his back to draw him impossibly deeper. 

“Johnny, I'm gonna—!” you scream as the first waves of an orgasm crash over you, your pussy spasming wildly around his pistoning cock. The intense pleasure is almost too much to bear, sending you hurtling into a maelstrom of bliss. Through the haze of your release, you feel Johnny's movements become erratic, his thrusts growing shorter and more urgent.

Johnny's grip on you tightens as he feels your pussy convulsing around him, milking his cock for all it's worth. The sensation of your clenching walls and the sound of your ragged breathing spur him on, driving him to new heights of pleasure.

“That's it, baby, squeeze my cock,”  Johnny grunts, his hips snapping forward in short, brutal strokes. “You're mine, all mine.” 

With a final, guttural roar, Johnny buries himself to the hilt and erupts, painting your insides with his hot seed. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over him, his vision blurring as he loses himself in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. As the aftershocks subside, Johnny collapses against you, his weight pinning you against the wall.

Breathless and sated, you cradle Johnny's face in your hands, gazing up at him with adoring eyes. 

“That was... incredible,” you whisper, your voice trembling with residual pleasure. You run your fingers through his hair, marveling at the way his heated skin seems to glow in the moonlight. The intimacy of the moment, coupled with the lingering effects of their passion, leaves you feeling vulnerable yet deeply connected to Johnny. “I've never felt anything like that before,” you confess, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and wonder.

Johnny's chest rises and falls heavily as he tries to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. He's still buried inside you, their bodies intimately entwined. The sensation of your warmth wrapped around him is almost too much to bear.

“You're something else,” Johnny murmurs, his voice low and husky. “I knew from the moment I saw you that you were trouble, but fuck, I wouldn't trade this for anything.” 

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, and sees the same awe and vulnerability reflected back at him. It's a moment of raw honesty, stripped of pretenses and societal expectations. Johnny brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle compared to the fierce passion they just shared.

Your heart swells at Johnny's words, your soul feeling as if it's been set ablaze by the intensity of their connection. You reach up to frame his face, your thumbs stroking his cheekbones as you search his gaze. 

“It was a good reprieve from all the formalities,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. Your fingers trace the contours of his jawline, marveling at both the strength and unexplored tenderness etched into his features.

Johnny nods, a small, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. 

“Yeah, definitely a nice distraction from all the pomp and circumstance,” he leans in, capturing your mouth in a tender, exploratory kiss. It's a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy that preceded it, but no less potent in its own way. When Johnny finally breaks apart, he rests his forehead against yours once more, his breath mingling with yours. “I should probably get you back downstairs before anyone misses you.”  

Despite the practicality of the situation, neither you nor Johnny make a move to disengage. The moment stretches on, heavy with unspoken promises and the knowledge that their lives will soon return to their usual trajectories.

You sigh softly, the sound caught between your  lips as you reluctantly pull away from Johnny's embrace. The sudden chill of the night air against your overheated skin is a jarring reminder of the world beyond this hidden alcove.

“Yes, we should…” Your voice trails off as you gaze up at him, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow across his face. There's a bittersweet quality to the moment, a sense of longing for something that may never come to be. “But what if I don’t want to?” 

Johnny's eyes flash with a hint of mischief at your words, a devilish grin spreading across his face. 

“Then we stay up here all night and let the world keep spinning without us.”

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I would love a first date with Johnny storm, maybe after he gets his powers and we know he is kinda a playboy but I feel like after his powers he would want to find someone who wants him for him, and I was thinking that fem reader would be Reid's or Ben's shy sister, who likes Johnny but doesn't think he would go for her cause he's dated models and she's scared that he would be using her cause of him being a past playboy. Maybe some soft smut at the end, him showering her in affection and love, and I would love to see how everyone on the team would react to Johnny actually settling down

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Johnny Storm x plus size reader

First dates are never perfect but maybe this one could be

Warnings: reader is Ben’s sister, fluff, insecurity, mention of Johnny’s past, use of the word whore (Johnny was one it’s ok), swearing, implied smut WC: 1.1k

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6:53 pm and you were rethinking your whole outfit. The dress was the wrong colour, it hugged you in weird places. The heels didn’t quite match the material and your makeup was subpar at best. You cringed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. “Fuck I can’t do it.” You turned to search for your phone but suddenly, the front door buzzer went off.

“No no no no. Why is he early?” You tripped over a rogue shirt, catching yourself on the bedroom door frame as the intercom crackled to life.

“Hey Baby Benny, you gonna let me in?” Your heart lurched at the sound of his croon, it was somehow still perfect even through the shitty speaker by your front door. “Oh wait, I know another way in. See you in a sec.” 

You darted for your purse, the one that definitely was not date worthy but it was the only one you had. You snagged the small brass handle that connected the strap to the purse, only noticing too late that a screw dropped from where it should have been and onto the floor. And just as the (locked) door to your balcony swung open to reveal a still smouldering Johnny Storm, the bar holding the d-ring together fell apart and your purse and everything inside it tumbled over the side of the hall table, slamming to the floor with the sickening sound of glass shattering.

“And that would be my compact.” Unable to fight it anymore, your shoulders dropped as the tears began to well up. “I’m so stupid.”

“Hey, hey baby.” Johnny’s warm hands curled around your elbows in a gesture you knew was supposed to be comforting but instead, it made you flinch away from him. This whole thing was too good to be true and you were a fool to think otherwise.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to pull out of his arms but Johnny didn’t relent. “You are definitely not stupid. Your brother? Oh yeah he’s the dumbest rock I’ve ever met. But you are a beautiful genius.” 

“No.” You whimpered though you stopped struggling against his embrace. 

The charming smile he was known the world over for faded as his blue eyes grew darker. This was not the Johnny who had so playfully asked you on a date only a few days ago, this was something a lot more dangerous. Though his grip did not tighten, you dared not to move away. 

“Johnny-“ 

“Baby.” He responded firmly. “Y/N. What’s going on? Do you not want to go on a date with me that badly?” Your heart dropped to your feet, never had you seen him so utterly distraught, so insecure. Johnny was confident, smooth- a playboy in the truest sense but now, he looked so small.

You had thought it was a joke at first, the way he slid up to you as you fiddled around with some of your brother’s tools with a sly smirk on his face. He got close, the heat of his body setting your own alight as he caged you against the kitchen table. “So whaddya say, go out with me?” There had been dozens of reasons to say no but in that moment, all you could do was say yes because this was the man who had stupidly captured your heart so long ago and you were powerless to say no.

Trembling hands pressed against his chest, not quite enough to force space between you but to feel the erratic beating of his heart beneath the thin (fire resistant) button up he wore. “You don’t know how much I wanted this. But everything is all wrong and I think it means that maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I’m not supposed to get you. I’m not-“

“Not what?” His hands fell to your hips and you almost caved.

“I know what I look like, I know who I am. I can’t compete with the supermodels and movie stars. I’m not the girl that gets the super hot superhero, that’s not how it works.”

“That’s a lot of supers.” He gently pulled you closer, your stomachs now pressed together and for a second, you swore you felt something hard against you but then Johnny continued. “You’re right,” you bit down on your lip as your eyes burned with tears once more, but he didn’t flinch,  “because you are something better. Fuck baby, you are so outta my league.” 

“No I’m not.” You tried to protest but you were quickly silenced by a gentle squeeze to your hips. 

His lips curled into a smile you had never seen before, gentle and yet somehow still demanding. He was almost glowing under your undivided attention. “Yeah you are and everyone knows it. You should’ve seen my sister when I asked her where I should take you for our first date. She told me that I should be maxing out a credit card to spoil you rotten to make up for my and I quote ‘Johnny-ness’.” 

Your fight began to wither away and the way he smiled at you made it very clear that he knew he was winning. “You are the most gorgeous, kind, incredible, sexy woman I’ve ever met and I know I’ve been a bit of a, how do I say this delicately?”

“Whore.” You finished for him.

“Yes, that. Thank you,” he scoffed, “but you make me want something so much more than just sex. I want you. I want the peaceful mornings where you make coffee while I cook breakfast. The nights in, just being around you, listening to your voice, holding you the way I’ve wanted to since the moment you showed up in that stupid hospital after the accident. And you may think that things have gone so wrong today but I got to see you and that makes this date just perfect.”

“You make everything perfect.” He concluded as he cupped your cheek, keeping your gaze firmly fixed on him.

“You’re sure?” Your voice wobbled. 

“Never more sure of anything in my life.” The last word had barely left his mouth before you surged forwards and smashed your lips against his. His blue eyes widened and then he melted into the kiss matching your ferocity. You moaned as he tilted your head, encouraging you to part your lips.

“Fuck baby.” Your nails dug into his sides, desperately trying to both fill your lungs and keep kissing him, which Johnny was happy to oblige. “I wanted to treat you right, dinner and then maybe a kiss on the cheek but you’re making it fucking hard to keep my word.”

“Don’t care.” You muttered between pecks. “Wanna see why all those girls kept crawling back for more.” His hips rolled into you, letting you feel just how badly he wanted to show you.

“Whatever you want, baby. I wanna make this perfect for you.” 

“You already have.” You said as you pulled him into your bedroom.

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Storm & Blaze

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Short story # 22

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Summary - You were once friends with Reed, and when he calls asking for some assistance on a project, you're happy to offer him a helping hand. But the moment you enter the lab, Johnny finds himself completely smitten. And when he learns who and what you are, he truly believes you're the one for him.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 10 minutes

Johnny is OOC af but what do you expect?

"Wait so why can't you finish this project?" Johnny asked for the fifth time in the past hour. Ben groaned in annoyance. "I told you, an old friend of mine has the final piece to this project." Reed explained, growing impatient waiting for his old companion. "What do you mean they have the final piece?" Johnny pried, confused as to why someone Reed hadn't spoke to in years, would have something so important to him. "Look you're just going to have to-" But Reed was cut off when the lab doors swung open, a woman dressed in a black leather jacket, with a large chain wrapped diagonally across her torso, skin tight skinny jeans, and killer combat boots, strutted in as if she owned the place. "You're finally here." Reed breathed a sigh of relief, while the others were stunned into a silence. "Sorry about that, ran into some trouble on my way over." She said with a cunning grin, her voice making Johnny's heart jump in his chest. "Everything okay?" Reed asked as he met her halfway across the large lab. "Nothing I couldn't handle." She shrugged casually, her eyes practically glowing as she looked at the others.

"Oh right." Reed chuckled before turning to his friends, ushering (Y/n) over to them silently. "Guys this is my old friend (Y/n) Blaze." Reed introduced her to them, Susan approaching her first. "It's great to finally meet you, I'm Susan Storm." She smiled brightly at (Y/n), who shook her hand with a kind grin. "This is my brother-" She turned to introduce her brother, only for him to practically shove his way passed her. "Johnny Storm." He stuck his hand out with a charming smile, his skin feeling hot when she shook his hand. "Ben Grimm." The largest of the group introduced, offering his hand for a moment, then pulling away thinking better on it. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you all." (Y/n) hummed with an amused grin, her attention turning to Reed when he grasped her elbow. "I'm really glad you came." He said, silently leading her to the equipment he was working on. "Let's get to it." (Y/n) mused, sensing his eagerness to get on with it. "It's right over here. I probably should have waiting before installing it, but the rod is just through here." Reed pointed to the small gap in the side of the machine. (Y/n) peered inside, her eyes landing on a rod that glew a dull shade of purple. "What do you need me to do?" She asked as she observed the rest of the mechanism.

"Essentially I need you to give it a jump start... You know... With your ability." He murmured the last part, feeling a little guilty for dragging her all the way out here for something that seemed a little trivial. "What's it for?" She asked as she faced her old friend, ignoring the eyes that practically burned into the side of her head. "It's a machine that will contain Johnny's powers, in case he looses control, or just needs to let off some steam." Reed winced at the pun, clearing his throat. "What's his power exactly?" (Y/n) asked curiously, and before Reed had a chance to explain, Johnny appeared at her side. "I can control fire." He said with a charming smile, allowing his hand and forearm to burst into flames. "That's ironic." (Y/n) chuckled as she smiled at Reed, who found her words equally amusing. Though Johnny, Susan, and Ben were a bit confused. "Alright back up, don't know how this will go." (Y/n) said as she turned her attention back to the machine. Reed and Johnny took her advice, and stepped several feet away. "You ever tell them about me?" She asked as she glanced back at her old friend, who looked a bit bashful. "No I didn't." He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little bad, despite the fact that they hadn't been close in years. "Okay. Well no matter what happens, don't touch me." (Y/n) said as she looked to the others, who seemed confused though they still nodded their heads in agreement.

Content with that, (Y/n) turned back to the machine, reaching her arm deep into the gap, until her fingers wrapped around the rod. Susan wanted to protest, knowing it wasn't safe for anyone to touch the rod with their bare hands, but Reed stopped her, placing a comforting hand onto her shoulder. (Y/n) shuddered at the electrifying sensation that burned up her arm. "Fuck." She breathed out softly, tapping just barely into her power. Her eyes glew brightly as the rod began blazing with life, a horrifying screeching sound echoed throughout the lab. Everyone but (Y/n) clutched their ears, hissing in pain. (Y/n) grunted a gutteral primal sound, her skin burning and turning a bright shade of red. "Let go!" Reed hollered, knowing it had done the trick, and if she kept at it, she might actually bring the machine to life. (Y/n) hissed as she released the now bright glowing rod, pulling her arm out to inspect the damage. Susan gasped at the sight of (Y/n)'s fingers, which had turned a deep shade of black. The woman seemed unconcerned about the development however, wiggling her fingers to make sure they still worked before letting her arm fall back to her side.

"You did it!" Reed gushed as he rushed around the machine to run a few tests. "Glad to help." (Y/n) hummed, her skin slowly cooling, and fading back to its natural tone. "What the fuck?" Johnny breathed out in utter surprise, having been watching her closer than anyone else. (Y/n) glanced his way, and shot him a casual wink. "How did you do that?" Susan asked in astonishment, approaching the machine she had thought would be a lost cause. "He really didn't tell you guys anything about me huh." (Y/n) said with a chuckle, shaking her head a little with a grin. "He never even told us your name." Ben stated gruffly. "Sounds about right." (Y/n) said with an amused roll of her eyes. "Are any of you familiar with the name Johnny Blaze?" She asked as she moved to lean against a large metal table. "Wasn't he that stunt motorcyclist?" Ben asked, to which (Y/n) nodded in agreement. "And my father." She added, the news making Johnny wince inwardly, knowing he shared the same first name as her father. "Didn't he like go awol and disappear years ago?" Ben asked, and (Y/n) clicked her tongue. "Something like that I suppose. Anyways the point is he made a mistake when he was younger, a futile attempt to save his dad. He sold his soul to a demon by the name of Mephisto." She could see the skeptical looks in each of their eyes, something she was used to.

"Anyways it changed him, he was unknowingly bonded with another demon by the name of Zarathos. It's where his power comes from." She thought for a moment before correcting herself. "Came from." She shrugged casually, and while they seemed to find her story odd, they listened intently. "And well when I was a teenager I made the exact same mistake as my father. In exchange for annulling my father's contract, I would take his place, and take up the mantle of Ghost Rider." She licked her lips, pushing off of the table. "I sold my soul, and became a spirit of vengeance." She said as she held her hands out at her sides. Reed had come back around the machine just in time to see her burst into flames, her skin muscle and tissue melting away in an instant, leaving her a skeleton, her clothes unaffected by the flames. The laugh that rumbled in her hollow chest, sounded like the devil himself. Susan had jumped back in surprise, Ben watched with curiosity, And it took everything in Johnny not to tackle her in a hug. Feeling as if he'd found the other half of his soul, his eyes sparkled with astonishment, hypnotized by the flames that lapped at where her skin had been.

Without really thinking Johnny strode towards her, feeling the intense heat of her flames with every step. "Flame on." He muttered as he neared her, ruining his clothes that burned away the instant his body engulfed in flames. (Y/n) observed him with a small tilt of her head, her bony hand reaching out to touch his chest. Another laugh rumbled from her, sounding sinister and dangerous. "(Y/n)." Reed called out to her, afraid she might try using her Penance Stare on Johnny. She looked at Reed for a moment, then back to Johnny, who couldn't tare his eyes away from her. "Johnny what are you doing?" Susan hissed at her brother, who ignored her, as he placed his hands onto (Y/n)'s waist, surprised to find that she didn't feel like a skeleton, but a whole person. (Y/n) in turn wrapped her arms around his neck, anticipating what he might do next. "Don't so anything stupid!" Susan hissed at her brother. Who tightened his grip, and pulled (Y/n) flush against his chest, her clothes still unaffected by the added heat, he suddenly flew them out of the tower. The demonic sound of her laughter made something buzz in Johnny's chest, as he flew them far from New York, and high into the great rocky mountains.

When he landed, they simultaneously extinguished their flames. Leaving Johnny standing there as naked as the day he was born, and (Y/n) looking human once more. "Couldn't keep your hands to yourself huh?" She asked with a teasing grin, still standing chest to chest with him. "Not really." He admitted with a smirk, observing the fine details of her face. "I feel like I'm being pulled towards you, like I'm meant to hold you in my arms." Johnny admitted, more sincere about his admission, than anything else in his life. "I just told you I sold my soul to a demon, and that I am bonded with another demon. And you're infatuated." (Y/n) chuckled with a grin, humming in her throat when Johnny nodded his head in agreement. "You might just be the strangest man I've ever met." She added in a playful tone. "But you like strange don't you?" Johnny asked, slowly inching his face closer to (Y/n)'s. "What makes you so sure?" She taunted, despite finding herself leaning in as well. "We were made for eachother." Johnny stated confidently, finally closing the gap between them. Fire ignited at their feet, and made its way further up their legs, stopping just at their chests as they deepened the kiss.

[iliumheightnights]

What if male reader meet johnny storm aka human torch and he is flirting with male reader (steve is geting jelly jealous) :]

M/n was a member of the Avengers and had worked with Steve for a long time. However, this was his first time meeting the Fantastic Four and his first time meeting a certain hot rod.

The first words out of Johnny's mouth to M/n were of flirtation. "I'm feeling a bit hot. Don't know if it's just my powers acting up or if it's just meeting you but-"

Of course, M/n couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculously bad line.

The entire time Steve was watching from the other side. He noticed how Johnny looked similar to him and wondered if M/n noticed too. He also hoped that...maybe M/n would have preferred him. He couldn't help but feel a knot in his stomach grow.

Tony and Sue seemed to notice this and immediately started to tease him. "Someone's jealous. Never thought our own resident capsicle would be the one. Huh, learn something new every day."

Steve didn't say anything but shook his head as he walked off.

[gatefleet]

LOVE THIS

Babysitter

Reader x Johnny

“You want me to do what!” You asked Sue who flinched.

“You’ll be payed and you will have a room here… you can even sit in on some of our research.” She offered hopefully.

“I’m an intern not a babysitter.” You huffed which was when the cause of your foul mood swaggered into the room.

“Well look who it is.” Johnny hummed, coming to lean on the wall next to the two of you. “Can’t get enough of me huh?”

Keep reading

[luveline]

hi, i’m not sure if your requests are open, forgive me if not, but i’ve been thinking about bombshell!reader and spence lately. not sure if you’ve written this already or something similar, but how about them sharing a room on a case? similar to alaska.

fem, 1k

Spencer predicted the outcome of the roommate situation fairly quickly. Ignoring whatever data he might have in his head about the team, Spencer was always going to end up sharing with you tonight, because the universe hates him, and because you quite like him. 

It's nice to be someone first choice, if nothing else. “Me and Spencer will share, obviously,” you say, holding out your hand for a keycard. 

Hotch passes it over without complaint. He doesn't have to say keep it professional, you will (ish), and he doesn't have to ask Spencer if he's okay with this arrangement. Despite endless exhausting teasing, everyone knows that you and Spencer are actually friends. Or, he thinks you are. 

You certainly feel quite friendly as you hike your bag higher up your arm and sew the other arm through his. “Let's go. I'm so tired I might fall asleep on the way there.” 

You don't look tired. Spencer struggles to understand how every emotion you wear suits you. How every time he looks at you, you're prettier. He read a book recently on human attraction, and less factual but perhaps his most strongly believed takeaway from the book was that a person grows more attracted to the person they're attracted to, like a loop, or an ouroboros snake eating its own tail, forced over and over to make the same stupid mistake. What is he doing? Does he really think this is a good idea? Is he in love with you? How couldn't he be? You walk arm in arm to a room you're going to share and you don't care that he smells sickly of arnica and deodorant mixed together. You ignore the dark circles under his eyes, dark circles you never seem to have, always so perfect, always so you. 

“This one?” you ask, coming to a stop. “Room… 108?” He takes your bag and you smile gratefully, inserting the key, and legging open the door. “Tada. Home sweet home, Dr. Reid.” 

The hotel room is small and stale. Clean, sure, but questionably, with yellowing furnishings and sparse furniture. There's a double bed, two nightstands, a cubby bathroom close to the door, and a single chair near a small free standing countertop opposite of the bed, hosting a microwave and cups with hot chocolate sachets. 

“Wow,” you say, beaming, immediately breaking for the bed. 

“Wait, wait! We have to check for bed bugs.” 

You hold your hands up in surrender. 

Spencer peels the sheets back and uses the little torch on his keychain to investigate the mattress while you sit on the floor, one leg crossed beneath you and the other stretched in front of you as you sort through your clothes. You hum as you fold a shirt cleanly and make a pleased sound that may prove to give him indigestion as you unearth your pyjamas. 

“Spencer, can I shower first? Do you mind?” 

“I don't mind.” He turns off the torch, satisfied. “Thank you. For letting me check without being annoyed.”He says the second bit quieter than he means to. 

“Why would I be annoyed?” you ask, standing up in a whirlwind of pistachio perfume. Low notes of something sweet and caramelised haunt him as you drop your hand on his shoulder. “I'm gonna shower really fast, I swear. Should we get dinner? I bet we could order something to the front desk.” 

“I'll see if they have any menus.” 

Sitting in bed with you, later, showered and fed and drinking microwaved hot chocolate from paper cups together, Spencer has a strange flash of pleasure. Talking to you, seeing you with your hair in its protective style for the night, your skin shining with lotions and serums, and to have the revelation that you really do have dark circles under your makeup, it all feels private and special. Because you're still undeniably beautiful, and you act like he's worth sharing that with. 

He feels overwhelmed, in all honesty. 

You can sense it. You do your best to calm him down. 

“Finish your drink, babe,” you say, knocking him on the thigh with your knuckles. “It was a really long day.” 

“I'm fine.” 

“Yes, you are.” You giggle at yourself. “Sorry, I'm being serious tonight, I decided.” 

“Why?” he asks, puzzled. 

“I don't want to make you uncomfortable.” 

“You don't.” 

You put your hot chocolate on the nightstand and sink back into the pillows, looking every bit a movie star as usual despite your fresh face. It's your expression, the confidence behind them, that makes you so beautiful. 

“What are you thinking?” you ask. 

He looks down into his hot chocolate, swirling the drink around and around. “You're beautiful.” 

It catches you off guard. You're quiet for too long, panic festering in his chest. 

“You are too.” You put your hand on his thigh. When he brings his haze to your face, you've closed your eyes, a small smirk playing on your lips. “Wanna brush my teeth for me?” 

“No.” You both laugh. “Sorry if that was out of the blue, before.”

“I say worse to you,” you say. “Lay down with me. We can snuggle.” 

Spencer lays down. You don't snuggle, but your hand stays pressed to the side of his thigh, and the smell of your perfume lingers despite your shower. It must've been caught in your hair. 

“It's weird,” you say, facing the ceiling, “I'm not tired anymore.” 

“It's called learned arousal.” 

Your laugh is a shock. “Oh, is it now?” 

“Not like that. Are you thinking about work? If you think about certain things while you're in bed, it starts to make it so you think about those things on instinct. You've conditioned yourself.” 

“I don't think so,” you say. “Well, maybe. Mostly I just think about you, Spence. And not like that.” You laugh again, so much laughter Spencer could conjure the sound from memory alone. “Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I promise I'm not trying to harass you.” 

He stares at the side of your face. “I know what you mean. I think about you too.” 

“Well, good to know I'm not in this torture alone,” you say softly. 

It is the worst night's sleep of Spencer's life, but he thinks he might want to do it again. 

[namelessgakusei]

EP. 4.1 Belief and Perception

Devil May Cry x Reader Insert

Warnings: It's DMC. Based on the New Netflix Series. Spoiler warnings for the actual show. Not proofread. Slightly canon divergent.

EP 3.3 And pull the trigger (prev.)

EP. 4.2 Faith and Inhibition (cont.)

Synopsis: A recorded message from the White Rabbit tests your relationship with Dante.

"You have to keep this safe, always. You promise?"

"I promise."

"Vergil, do you promise—"

"I promise!"

...

"I'm not sleepy..."

"You're never sleepy. Okay, what story do you want tonight?"

"Tell me about Dad. Do we get to meet him soon?"

"Alright, I'll tell you a story about Dad. But, after that, you have to go to sleep."

Eva looked hesitant for a moment, but soon smiled at the young Dante.

"Your Dad..."

"Son of Sparda."

Dante woke up with a groan, his head feeling like it's been split in two. It didn't helped that he remembered some childhood memories, those before the incident, further contributing to the unpleasant feeling. "Why does my head feel like this?"

"It's a miracle that you can even feel anything." Enzo beams from his left. The broker congratulated him for still being alive despite half his face still being pure muscle, but immediately lamented that they are prisoners once again, with a dozen other people bound on the floor by vein-like appendages that stretch across the walls. You frowned, placed between the two of them, as he tried to discreetly tell Dante that you've been out of it since you woke up.

"So, you did survive the bomb." An unknown voice calls out to the boy. "By his hand, all things are possible." A grey-haired gentleman in a blue two-piece suit smiles knowingly at Dante, making the other scowl as he tries to recall where he first met the guy.

Dante, proud of himself, smirks. "Aren't you the guy in those mattress commercials?"

"That's the vice president." You interjected, eyes closing off with a resigned sigh.

"Oh." Your brows furrowed. He knows that, he should know that, he's not stupid so why would Dante...

You opened one eye and saw his' stealing glances around your direction, before meeting with yours, looking expectant. Is he... trying to cheer you up? He doesn't even know why you're...

The act itself was stupid that it made you huff in amusement, cracking a small smile despite yourself, and Dante seems to be taking it as a win.

The sound of heavy footsteps cuts through your small reverie. "You're awake." The rough voice of the Red Demon scraped in the silence as he grinned down at all the hostages with Dante's sword in tow. His brother trails behind him, relatively calmer, holding up a jewel case. "The White Rabbit left you a message."

Perhaps emboldened by your initial reaction, Dante's mouth kept running with a cocky smirk. "Remind me again who's the Human Torch knockoff and the leaf blower?" You gaped at his brazenness, dumbfounded by the sheer audacity, but who were you to be surprised? This is Dante we're talking about.

It did get him the reaction he wanted, getting his sword pointed at him as the Red Demon seethes. "You sure you want to be insulting us right now?" It's a bit disappointing that they are this easy to rile up, are demons that simple-minded or is it just these two? You look away with a shrug, joining in the mess, "It isn't much of an insult, really." Dante snickers along with you at that.

Before the demon could lose control, his brother gently reminds him of their objective, making the former huff. As the two of them padded to the DVD player, bickering over the correct way to insert a CD, the vice president turned to Dante. "Have you considered what I told you?"

Both you and Dante raise a brow from his question, with the latter glaring as he remembers what Baines said over the speaker a few hours ago. "You mean what you said about my soul being dirty?"

"I said that God may yet redeem you, regardless of your origins."

"Surely you see how he must have a plan for you."

"To bring you back from the brink of death."

You leaned back to the wall, knowing exactly the kind of person the Vice President is: the delusional and dangerous kind, one that will do anything to reach their goal once they laid their eyes on it, regardless of repercussions. He's dead set on trying to get Dante to join his side, regardless of the latter's feelings, all for the name of God. To think this is a leader of America and of DARKCOM... The thought gives you a headache.

Their conversation soon fades to the background, with you not wanting to hear any of it in lieu of your own sanity, as there are bigger problems to deal with than listening to some religious lunatic who has too much power in their hands. Everything's been a mess for the past few hours. This is extremely unlike the kind of situations you previously found yourselves in, and you're supposed to be the person to have a backup plan to save your asses. Now, you're reduced to a helpless civilian who got caught twice due to your own foolishness.

If only your emotions didn't get the better of you that night. If only you didn't jump off the vehicle's roof a few hours earlier. You wouldn't be caught by Lady Arkham. Dante's neck wouldn't have exploded. There won't be any hostages on the plane right now. You were supposed to think ahead, know everything, have the upper hand, but no, you're useless. It's pathetic, but you kept thinking of all the possible scenarios should you have kept your cool.

"This is all my fault."

Enzo tutted at your whisper, scooting closer with a serious expression. "You take that back right now."

Your eyes turned to him first before your head did, shocked and curious, as you've never seen him look like this. Despite his binds, Enzo somehow looks like a stern father. "I know you became like this because you don't want to get hurt again, but you can't possibly have foreseen this much."

His eyes softened as his usual lighthearted expression returned. "Sometimes, you just need to let go and have faith that it all works out."

Your face contrasts his, loss for words from processing his statement. Blind faith? In this age? You need to consider everything to even do something! Else, everything will fall apart and you're left wondering what you did wrong, as you're surrounded by the consequences of your actions. How can he confidently say that like it's nothing? No, looking at him now, he...

"Is that how you survived these kinds of situations before?" You smiled and released a weak laugh. What the hell, sure. Letting loose might not be that bad after all.

Your response seems to satisfy your adoptive father, as he beams. "Heh! Give your old man some credit! I've been in this business long before you surpassed me!" Right, despite his disposition, Enzo's far more experienced than you. ...yeah, despite his personality. "Thanks, Da—"

"Got it!" Agni, the Red Demon, exclaims, as the lone television buzzed to life. On the screen, the White Rabbit appears, looking maniac as usual. "Welcome aboard Air Force Two!"

"We ask that you please pay attention to the screen for an important safety announcement."

"You're all going to die."

Every single hostage, except for those who knew about the world of demons, thrashed around in panic, whimpering for help against their gags. You narrowed your eyes. How will you get killed? Having those two demons kill you all is too much work for an aircraft to get hijacked. If you were meant to die, they could've just picked a random location. A plane crash isn't out of the question, surely the demons could survive that. But Dante's here and being their target, there should be something else in this.

"That is until the son of Sparda can save you."

There it is. The catch. Why this situation? Revenge to Sparda? Or does it have something to do with him being a half-demon? What is it? Think...!

The White Rabbit's words echo at the back of your mind.

He wants Dante to unleash something.

But what? ...His demon self?

Enzo's shrill voice of shock made you flinch, cutting your train of thought. "Son of a what?!"

"God, and just when I started respecting you..." You groaned and leaned your head back.

The White Rabbit's recorded video continues, taunting Dante about his origins and his denial despite the obvious. "Would just any hybrid, the child of some brute and a frail sapien, be able to do the things you can do?" At those words, Dante's face slowly starts to heal back, cementing the fact that his abilities are beyond comprehension. The White Rabbit then revealed the complete pendant, each halves fitting perfectly despite the contrasting colors, taunting Dante with his family’s heirlooms."Why did half of the amulet that Sparda used to seal the rift between realms end up as a piece of your jewelry?" The heirlooms that his mom gave him. The heirlooms that were given to him and Vergil. The only thing that was left of Eva, wrapped around the Rabbit’s neck like he has any right to it.

"The deadbeat father you never met, who abandoned your family without a thought, was the noble and exalted demon knight Sparda."

Dante scoffed. "Right, Sparda. Can you believe this guy?" Nudging you, he expects a similar reaction, but you only pursed your lips. His expression faltered upon that. The silence is enough for the both of you to understand what that meant. The White Rabbit continued after the pause, seemingly knowing that Dante would be replying to his message. He kept ranting on about Dante’s denial and aversion to the truth, someone who’s willing to delude himself and live a lie, rather than accept and take responsibility for his father’s actions. 

"As for that little partner of yours,” You perked up from that, Dante too, as he glared at the video. “Dressed up in white and acting as your inhibitor... are they your replacement brother?" The Rabbit taunts him for being delusional to the point of unconsciously making you fill the role of Vergil in Dante’s “little family”. Needless to say, Dante’s enraged, making him lunge forward, only for the restraints to tighten up around him and pulse with a faint light, seeping out his energy. 

Were you… a replacement for Vergil? Did Dante really think of you like that? But, looking at how much he wants to defend you, you don’t reckon to believe the Rabbit’s words. The recording continued, belittling both Dante and his father; and while you won’t consider the earlier statements to be true, you’re also guilty of using Dante as a “replacement” for your own. 

You two were just lonely children looking for a home on one another, after all.

A clap from the White Rabbit changes the mood of the video like a switch, as his voice becomes chipper, chuckling while he adjusts his collar. “Sorry. Got off a tangent there.”

"The point is, the plane you're on is rigged with explosives, which my men will detonate momentarily." Rudra, the Blue demon, steps forward with a detonator in hand. The sight further frightens the hostages, with some of them now hysterically crying through their binds. “But not to worry, as Sparda’s son, it should be simple for Dante to save you all.”

All eyes landed on the young man, both fearful and expectant, making Dante grin nervously from the pressure.

"I'd bet on it."

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[multikara24]

Power Training

a/n: So, last night (at the time of drafting this) I had a dream about The Maker creating Doom. This fanfic has nothing to do with the fact that Reed is the Maker or that he devolves into the Maker.. At least not yet. I was originally going to make a series with this being part one but after reading it over I said "fuck it" and now I'm writing from a year after they get their powers. P.S: This is the first time I am writing any of the Fantastic Four so I decided to throw them all in. I apologize in advance if they are not accurate but please enjoy. ALSO! This is not a specified Reed Richards. I have no idea but I did the same with Johnny and Ben. ALSO THERE WAS NO PROOF READING

Warnings: Multiple uses of Y/N, She / Her pronouns, Y/N is female because this is a near shameless self-insert, Johnny being a brotherly teasing menace to reader, Sue doesn't exist 🤷 sorry not sorry (I love her don't @ me), Mention of Reed having ran experiments on reader's DNA / blood, Johnny suggesting that reader and Reed like one another, the era is the 1960s, Power revelations, Y/N being a "subject" of science for said power revelations. I PROBABLY MISSED SOME..

Pairing: Reed Richards + Fantastic Four x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.1K

It was another typical day in the Baxter building. The building where the most atypical family of the 1960’s lived. You all already know the story; A trip to space forever changed these four heroes. Reed Richards has been immortalized as Mr. Fantastic, Johnny Storm as Human Torch, Ben Grimm as The Thing, and Y/N.. Not many people were entirely aware of what she did. She managed to stay quiet and under wraps. Yet, the Fantastic Four were much more unaware of everything she managed to do. 

Reed, as always, approached the new information as an experiment. What, Why, and How did her molecular structure change over time? He had reviewed her DNA at least three times after the initial group test unbeknownst to the rest of the family. He just had to be sure and maybe studying her blood was the least of his problems but he just had to be sure. Ben treated her as family alongside Johnny, yet the two of them were cousins. She came to live with Johnny when she was younger due to “parental problems” (divorce was not a common term in the 1960s). From then on Johnny adopted her as a sister and she was all too familiar with the annoying, hotheaded, younger brother Johnny was. 

Among a typical morning in the Baxter Building, Reed was a thousand miles away and his brain was working at .5th of a second. He could only spout off what he was becoming aware of and forever thanked his ability to stretch and mold his body to allow for a straighter train of thought. Y/N worked on getting up as H.E.R.B.I.E made his rounds waking up the rest of the team. Johnny and Ben were immediately told to not race to the kitchen. The last time they decided to have an indoor race Johnny left a burn streak in the Baxter Building. The Fantastic Four were safe enough to say he did not burn down the building.

“OH COME ON!”  Johnny’s familiar voice shouted throughout the building at H.E.R.B.I.E’s warning.

“It was one time.” Immediately followed Johnny’s original comment with an apology coming from Ben on Johnny's behalf. H.E.R.B.I.E accepted the apology with a comment of knowing how Mr. Storm could be. The house members told H.E.R.B.I.E not to refer to them as Sir. or Miss. or Mr. but apparently it did not matter. He would just keep on saying it despite himself. Y/N finally made her way to the kitchen when she was relatively decent enough. Johnny could not help but get the day's teasing started. 

“Sleep much last night?” He asked with a smirk as he took a plate from the kitchen of the food that was prepared. The only female in the Fantastic Four almost smacked her cousin for the comment. It was a thinly veiled fact that she once got into trouble with her ex-boyfriend in the Baxter Building who later became like Doom.. definitely, questionable taste. Johnny could not help but tease her almost every morning where she especially looked exhausted. Y/N put her plate down and began attempting to chase Johnny around the island.

“Hey! HEY! It’s not my fault you got caught by Reed!” Johnny began laughing as he tried to avoid his cousin trying to slap his shoulder. The laughing and occasional screaming could be heard throughout the Baxter Building. When Johnny thought he was safe he turned around and pretended to make out with the air. Which was quickly followed by more screaming as Y/N tried to swat at him. The memories of that time were not great, given that within the same week the Fantastic Four were staring at her ex on the other side of the street. Reed, unaware of how awkward the situation already was, said something similar to "Is that not your boyfriend?”

“Come back here, Johnny!” Y/N grabbed onto the island to try and figure out which side Johnny would be running off to. 

“Okay.” Johnny shrugged before snapping his fingers to produce a flame. Y/N backed up and put her hands up. Part of this action was from not wanting to be burned but the other part quickly made himself known.

“Please tell me you are not trying to burn down the Baxter Building.. Again.” Reed spoke as he made his appearance upstairs. He looked around to see that the food had already been served, Ben started on his food but quickly got distracted by how quickly things went downhill. The other two had not touched their food and no doubt pulled into the typical morning chaos. 

“Good morning, Reed.” Y/N spoke, noting that Johnny dosed his flame and turned to Reed. He simply nodded in acknowledgement of the leader's presence. Johnny never cared much for authority or acting on logical thoughts. In other words, Johnny was the total opposite of Reed which caused them to clash one too many times. 

“Mornin’ Reed.” Ben spoke up before chuckling at the fact that Y/N finally, yet playfully, hit Johnny on the shoulder for his previous actions. Johnny feigned being hurt and rubbed his shoulder before secretly elbowing Y/N. Johnny knew something he shouldn’t have but considering his personality that was most things he knew about the inner workings of the Fantastic Four. 

“Don’t even, Johnny.” She warned as she took her seat and began eating her meal. Johnny opened his mouth to make fun of the fact that she was getting defensive for no reason and immediately shut it.

“I made a fascinating breakthrough.” Reed said knowing full well at least two of the Fantastic Four had half zoned out his ramblings about his very early morning. The fact that Reed was up at 3 am became an unspoken understanding. 

“Let me guess you both didn’t get any sleep.” Johnny smirked before gently facepalming as his comment obviously went over Reed’s head, for the smartest man in the world, he sure was an idiot sometimes. Y/N let her foot slip and kick Johnny’s as she fully understood what he was getting at. 

“I was up considerably earlier than I tend to be.” Johnny pretended to look dumbfounded before Reed clarified that he indeed did not get any sleep. Ben was tempted to explain the teasing to Reed but decided against it, the fact he had no idea what they were talking about added to the humor from Johnny.

“I slept like a baby.” Y/N shrugged. She ran a hand through her hair while yawning. Maybe sleeping like a baby wasn’t the best definition of how she slept since a few unwelcome dreams slipped past her subconscious. Johnny turned to her and nodded sarcastically agreeing with her before turning back to Reed. 

“Reed, please tell me you are not actually.. You cannot be that out of touch.” Johnny decided to be the one to poke the bear that is Reed’s analytical and logical side. There was some leanway since Reed did just come from the lab and served himself breakfast, at least none of them had to come bother him. The way Reed’s eyebrow cocked told Johnny all he needed to know before Johnny felt the impulse to raise his voice. Reed’s brain had to take a second too long to make the connection even though the other three would have called it record time. Reed simply nodded, not giving much attention to Johnny. As much as Reed would put his life on the line for the Fantastic Four there were certain things, with reason, he had a strong dislike in talking about. 

“Anyways, I think I’ve begun to crack the surface of your powers.” Reed took a bite of his food and flashed a smile at Y/N. He was actively ignoring Johnny’s attempts to learn more about the private parts of Reed’s life. Ben had to keep Johnny from his continuous questioning and annoyance. Reed had nearly choked on his food when Johnny so openly asked more directed questions. 

 “Really?” Everyone, including Johnny, could hear the hope in her voice. Ben Grimm, The Thing, learned to love his powers but how can one learn to love powers that can actually kill them? Or at least assumed. The best place to really start unraveling why she was so excited would be the beginning. Not the “cosmic rays” and just before the whole “ex-boyfriend turned evil” situation. 

The first time her powers manifested none of them were around her. Johnny was off getting into trouble, as per usual, Ben was being monitored, and Reed was in the closest lab trying to figure out what the effects of the cosmic rays were. Y/N had volunteered through Johnny for the space mission; what she wasn’t expecting was to be conscious and feeling singular then a moment later waking up in Reed’s lab. According to bystanders “the earth shook and suddenly a woman passed out in the middle of the road” the middle of the road is not the best place to pass out when you have no idea that powers are even a possibility. The worst part since that time was the fact that every time she tried to call upon her powers they would not manifest. Rather she would have to bring her energy to match an object while maintaining just enough energy to keep living. Her powers are an incredibly tricky ordeal which lead to Reed having the desire to study them. He wanted to help but then his intellectual curiosity got the best of him causing him to be almost fanatic in his discoveries.

Reed had begun learning very interesting things about her powers from the way they manifested in the forms of extreme empathy for just about everything. An emotional trail was picked up in his lab one time and his passion for work was evident. He tested her empathy on himself as well as other objects especially when it flared which helped act as a buffer from picking up on everything and a way to test the extent of her abilities. Typically, Reed would have her in the middle of whatever room they found themselves in, the lab on most occasions, and Reed would stretch to grab the first object off his workbench and hand it to her. There was definitely a lot of trial and error and the lab felt more like a hospital sometimes but Reed had the ability to ground her. 

There were many times where things went sideways such as when she started breathing evenly, focusing on the object and eventually becoming aware of the object's mass, weight, density, the shape, the feel, the object's energy. These were the moments she would pass out. The object would rattle ever so slightly and then stop seconds before she passed out the first few times it seemed simply like telekinesis. The ability to move things with the mind but, and under some more heavy observation, she began matching the psychic energy that radiated off an object. Reed had been ecstatic at this observation. The ability to match the psychic energy of any object or force of nature in the form of empathy, manipulation, telekinesis, and others was an amazing power. The problem was how to control said power. 

At the current moment Johnny was heading out of the Baxter Building with Ben after breakfast while Y/N followed Reed into his lab. Theories and evidence were the stepping stones to all good scientific breakthroughs, accumulating the evidence and testing said theories became the golden gate. Reed walked over to the table where his handwriting was scrawled across multiple papers and noticeable on the chalkboard. His desk was cluttered and a vial of blood was shut tight but laying near his microscope. Reed tried to be organized, typically, but the lack of sleep and the drive to have his breakthrough created the leftover clutter. When he was not in the middle of working himself to death, he could clean up at least a little bit. Yet, you know what they say about a scientist. His lab is his toyhouse and the experiments were the position of which he left his toys. In other words, a scientist's lab is extremely personal. Thoughts bare for the mind to take into consideration, the possibility of having work stolen, being proven wrong. All things Reed had dealt with at one point or another though, Y/N seemed the only one interested enough to hear him ramble on about statistics and probability or big words that make minimal sense to most people.

“You can sit.” Reed pulled out the chair beside him without looking. He was hunched over his previous notes and anyone could see how he switched between family time and science, emotional and logical. Once Y/N sat next to him he turned to face her. 

“Last time we were in here I realized that your powers are derivative from a form of psychic energy and empathy. Which is incredibly helpful if you can learn how to properly control them. I was taking a look at the vial of your blood I have on file.” 

“You have a vial of my blood in your lab?”

“You consented. Now, I was overlooking your DNA structure and it dawned on me to test how the molecules interacted near various objects. I placed my pen nearby, hovered it near the ​​slide and nothing made itself apparent on the surface. I naturally dug a bit deeper and.. Well, look for yourself.” Reed motioned to the microscope. Y/N almost eagerly looked into the microscope. She moved her hair to the side so the blood sample would not be messed with. 

“Just watch.” Reed took the pen from the lab coat that he had hung over the back of his chair. He placed it right against the microscope and there was a very slight vibration. She was already hooked on to what Reed concluded this to mean and smiled before pulling back from the microscope to speak.

“That isn’t even the coolest part.” Reed spoke before Y/N put her eyes back to the lenses and Reed moved the tip of the pen to the corner of the slide just in view of the microscope. The way Y/N’s DNA molecules moved toward the object at a lightning fast pace. It was no wonder why she was fainting.

“Don’t tell me I have the power of transformation.” She spoke as she removed herself from the microscope once again. She watched Reed as he put back the pen in his lab coat and smirked at the genuine yet playful question.

“No, more like a magnet. Everything in you, quite literally, wants that object. You don’t just connect with an object psychically, emotionally, or physically. You transpire to be that object and for a moment you are, energetically that is. I have a theory that I would like to test if you will let me?” 

“What is it, Reed?” She questioned. He had already blown her mind with the discovery, what else he could possibly want her to recognize. 

“Here, sit down and close your eyes.” Y/N sat back down in the chair and looked at Reed curiously before complying with his request. 

“Take a deep breath, allow your mind to settle on the object I will be placing in your hand.” Reed spoke gently before taking a different pen that he barely used from his desk. He placed the pen in her hand and went over the ritual. He had found the best way to still her mind and cause her to focus on what she could. Reed almost offered a guided meditation of sorts to Y/N, it was a little awkward at first as always but quickly became like second nature. 

“When you feel the pen start to twitch I want you to imagine yourself as the object. You don’t physically have to feel like the pen but be the pen.” With the many things Reed and the Fantastic Four have been through, the words left Reed’s mouth more inquisitively than he had intended. With a little bit of practice Y/N took a deep breath and pushed the boundaries of what made her comfortable. She focused on the makeup of the pen more intensely, the properties, the weight. She focused on what she knew before taking another deep breath. She was fearful Reed’s theory was not going to work, that she would pass out again. Yet his previous words rang out clear. She was the imposing energy controlling the pen, she was emotionally listening to it, she became the pen as it began to rattle and writhe. The pen stopped for a moment as a smile appeared on Y/N’s face and a small whisper of  “found you” escaped her lips. The pen started rising from her hand and other objects she had thought about rose slightly before falling back down.

“That’s it!” Reed exclaimed like he was a child obtaining his first chemistry set. The pen came to life at the noise and jostled against the air on the way to observe Reed. The sensation was difficult to explain. Y/N was much more than just controlling the pen with her mind, she was living through the energies surrounding and making up the pen. She took another deep breath and felt something running to her throat. Iron in taste. The connection she held to the pen was quickly severed as soon as she came back to her body. She was aware of the blood flowing through her, the density of her bones, an ache in her nose which when she went to wipe showed blood. She became lightheaded and saw stars for a split second before she passed out in the chair. Reed was both brimming with excitement that his experiment had served as the breakthrough they both needed to understand her powers but he was almost immediately snapped out from his excitement. When her body leaned sideways Reed elongated his arm to catch her. His hand carefully ensured she had not choked on the blood from her nose. 

A few moments later after Reed documented the newest discovery, he brought her to her room to let her sleep off the overexertion. None of the Fantastic Fours powers were human; Reed could stretch and elongate his body, Ben became The Thing which was a rocklike humanoid, and Johnny would light himself on fire at will. Yet, all the powers stayed within their current plane. Y/N’s was the only one that was truly cosmic, her powers transcended the materialistic, and Reed was sure they only scratched the surface of what she was capable of. Yet, instead of being in his lab tinkering away or thinking, he was in the kitchen grabbing a glass of water and returning to Y/N’s room.

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Quiet Shores: Prologue

Summary: When Theon Greyjoy is forced into a political marriage with a girl from the outer reaches of the Iron Islands, it’s meant to be a punishment. She’s a Farwynd, from the strangest house in the Iron Islands. She's rumored to be half-human, a witch, a creature from the sea. Behind closed doors, she's not what he'd expected. She's no witch, just a girl with strange dreams. But outside their chambers, something darker is rising, and the storm on the horizons may just drown them both.

Pairing: Theon Greyjoy x Farwynd!Reader

Warnings: Nothing for this chapter

Length: 800 words

Notes: This is just meant to set the tone for the story and provide some background for the reader-insert character. I really hope Lonely Light plays a part in Winds, it's such a weird bit of the story.

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Lonely Light, 298 AC

There is no dawn on Lonely Light. The sky simply fades from black into a lighter shade of grey.  

Clouds crouch low in the sky, rumbling incessantly. The wind howls day in, day out, biting at stone and flesh alike with sharp daggerteeth. It whines against shutter slats, begging to be let in so it might snuff out torches and hearths. The sea beats against the rocky shores, violent grey waves breaking into white foam. The sea never stops thrashing.

The beacon tower stands at the center of the keep, the only true constant. Day or night, wind or rain, the massive fire burns strong, guiding ships to the edge of the world. It has burned every night of your life. You’ve seen it more often than the sun. Some nights blue, some nights green, and once, after a storm, the fire was hidden under black smoke that clung for three days. Your uncle Ygon tends it himself, never letting it get low. The men say it’s just the oil but no one knows what your uncle adds to it. He keeps his recipes in a cod-leather bound book that he never lets anyone touch.

When you were small, he’d told you it kept worse things from coming out of the water, and you’d believed him. You still do, in a way.

From the high windows, there’s nothing to see but water and sky. Sometimes the clouds make it look like the horizon has disappeared entirely. On those days, the world seems to end at the edge of your balcony.

The keep is carved from stone older than names. Narrow towers, salt-streaked walls, cold floors. The wind knows the castle well, finds every crack. Brings in seawater so everything is perpetually damp. The stone groans at night, soft and low, singing a song you can’t ever place. No fire burns long here. The sea takes that heat the way it takes everything else.

You know the paths worn into the halls. Where the steps dip, worn down by those who came before you. Where the salt crusts white and crumbles underfoot. Where moss creeps in on patches where no one cleans. You walk without thinking, barefoot more often than not. Boots track noise. Bare skin tells the truth.

You dress plain, grey wool, thick and heavy, treated with oil to keep out the worst of the wet. No silk, no lace, no gold thread. Brooches carved from rough white bone and shiny green driftwood, cords tied in loops and knots that twist together like seaweed. You wear your sealskin cloak because it is yours. Because it was your mother’s. Because no one had dared to take it from you when she’d died. It smells like salt and smoke and something you can’t name. You keep it close, even when you sleep.

They tell stories about your people. That your kin lie with seals, that some aren’t born human at all. That your grandmother hadn’t spoken a word after her third child was born, only whistled through her teeth and vanished into the sea the next morning. They say the same about your mother. They say some Farwynds can wear others’ skins, that you sacrifice sailors for powers. You don’t know if any of it is true. But you have dreams. Dreams that stick. Dreams that taste like salt and blood and brine. Sometimes you speak in your sleep. Sometimes you wake with sand on your tongue.

Your father, Gyles, is quiet, more like a statue than a man. He does not speak often. Never smiles. When summons had come from Pyke two moons past, demanding men and ships, he’d read them once and said nothing. Burned the parchment, black kraken seal melting in the heat. His ships sailed had sailed east the next day and returned with a Westerling ship, stripped down bare. No word was sent to Pyke. If the Greyjoys mean to punish the Farwynds, they have not done it yet.

Tonight, the sea is louder than before. Water slapping against stone with the sound of teeth grinding. You watch from your balcony, cloak tight aroud your shoulders while the rain soaks your hair.

You dream again. You are someone else, low to the water, your breath quick, body strong and sleek and silent. The waves slide over your back and you see the land ahead of you. Tall black towers clinging precariously to wet stones, bridges like ropes strung between broken teeth. The tide here is strange, the water tastes of iron, oil, and blood. A bell rings high above, the sound cutting through you like a spear. You dip beneath the water before they can see you.

You wake alone. The fire has burned out like it always does, the furs are wet from seaspray. Far below, the sea still has not stopped. It never does.

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🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? original characters, always. i don't think i'll ever write a reader insert tbh, it just isn't my style! i don't think i would execute it well at all but i have so much admiration for people that do!

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character: oh wow. um. this one's hard. i have a few but i really don't want to ruffle any feathers. i feel like there would be torches and pitchforks at my doorstep if i opened my mouth, lmao! idk, maybe it's unpopular to love debbie? because i see so much debbie hate on the dash? i think she's a very fragile, traumatized human who does the best with what she's given and what she knows. i don't understand the negativity, it reeks of misogyny to me tbh

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Hot Girl Bummer

Summary: Song-Fic with Reader/Johnny Storm (human torch, either version) with the song Hot Girl Bummer by Blackbear; using the song as the plot 

Johnny Storm was the guy that everyone wanted. Johnny Storm was the human torch. Johnny Storm was one of the guys that saved humanity. Johnny Storm was a playboy. Johnny Storm always partied and teased anyone who caught his eye.

Johnny Storm was the one that got away from you.

You were one of the many party girls that spent time around him. It wasn’t like you were part of those girls that followed him around, or checked various sites and sources for his most likely location. You just had a bad habit of running into him; and kissing him, and ending up sneaking out from his room in the morning.

You didn’t realize it was him at first; you’d just come back from the bathroom; your group of friends nowhere to be found and your stomach rolling from the five shots and the shitty bar food you’d had. He’d been smiling and laughing playing up the joke of his hand cooking out the alcohol of his drink; he was joking about getting another round and you couldn’t help it, fingers brushing the glass cooling it. You smirk a little at him walking back towards the bar. He’s hovering behind you a playful smirk to match your own as he offers you another drink.

You wake up curled in a massive hotel room bed, alone.

The second time you know it’s him but he doesn’t know it's you. His words are slurring and he kisses up your neck, laughing when you tell him your name and that you’ve met before.

He likes to use his fire as a party trick so when you feel heat from his hands sliding up and down your body you know this will end with you alone in another hotel bed.

Instead when you wake up you find him looking away, face flushed slightly.

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I was expecting you to be much uglier; usually the girls I bring back from bars are maybe four out of ten.” You scoff and make a point of freezing the bed. The sheets crack as you move from them.

“Clearly I’m not the usual.” You can feel the heat of his stare as you leave the room, purposefully pulling his shirt over your dress.

You don’t see him for weeks after that; you try to convince yourself you’re not looking for him but you seem to see him wherever you go. Of course it’s not really him, just an image burned into your brain. You wonder if that’s part of his power; the heat you feel when you think about him can’t be anything but. You try to avoid seeking him out, going to the bars and places you’ve seen him, even going so far as to sit in the hotel lobby. You know you’re being pathetic; you wonder what he’s doing, probably drinking himself into a stupor and fucking some random girl.

Johnny’s starting to hate his powers. It feels like everyone who wants to spend time with him just wants it because of the flames. He knows he’s overplaying it; he’s pulling an Icarus and getting too close to the sun; he knows he’ll alienate everyone soon. He thinks he prefers it; just his family, just the rest of the four. He doesn’t think about you, well he tries not to, so he goes out to some random bar, as far from the usual places he can get; he keeps his powers hidden; he doesn’t want to attract attention but of course someone snaps a picture and then suddenly people are swarming but the only person he wants to see is you.

He finally catches sight of you and grins. 

You turn when you can feel a familiar heat, you almost tell yourself not to, you’re confused why there are so many people at the local bar by your house but you realize why when that heat returns.

”Do you think; maybe we could try again?” He looks nervous and you’re about to nod when you can feel your stomach lurch again and he actually laughs when you vomit into a trash can this time.

“Look at you learning where to throw up, what’s next?”

“Learning how to get a second date.” You know it comes out harsh but you just feel a soft warmth on your back and it calms your stomach.

“Can I help with that?”

“Don’t you have someone random person to fuck?”

“Well I don’t consider you random, but I can if you want. There’s a hotel near-”

“My place is closer.” You grin winking and he smiles back at you leaning in for a kiss that when he pulls back there’s steam wafting from his lips.

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And is she?” He shook his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes you were.”

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

“Correct.”

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

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

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

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

Johnny was buried between your thighs barely 15 minutes later.

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