#johnny01

[aryaxhaynes]

She recognised the voice before she could see him, the sun behind his head not helping her eyes adjust to the person blocking it, and Arya found herself grinning. Her hand raised to shade her eyes so she could properly see Johnny, glad that he had brought at least one of the kids with him, "I would highly suggest against Cabaret," she joked gently, standing and grabbing one of the family brochures to hand to her old friend.

Arya rounded the table to greet Johnny properly with a one-armed hug, "I'm sure I can find some time," she chuckled, crouching down on her knees a moment later to look at Naomi in the pram, "Can I pick her up?" Arya asked, glancing up at Johnny for permission.

Johnny had been looking at the Clarke Center for Performing Arts wanting to get the family tickets to a show but he wasn't sure which one. As he approached, pushing Naomi in the stroller, he smiled at the familiar face. "It's been a long time," he said, in reference to being to a show at the center. "Any good ones going on right now that you'd recommend for the family?" Johnny questioned Arya with a smile and the slight raise of his brow. "You happen to be free to catch up?" His brow raised a little higher, needing the company while the rest of his family was off doing one thing or another, but he at least had Naomi to keep him company but she was only a year old, it only went so far.

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❛ i’d like to lick your cock. i’d like to hear you scream my name. ❜ To Adryan

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. 

Adryan movió sus ojos de los opuestos a sus labios, lamiendo los propios mientras intentaba recuperar su respiración. Ambos se encontraban encerrados en un pequeño cubículo en el baño de un bar famoso por dar sólo paso a gente importante en el mundo de los súper héroes, Adryan no era nadie en ese mundo, pero la magia siempre abría muchas puertas. 

Su camisa se encontraba hecha un desastre gracias a la cantidad de veces que Johnny la jalo para intentar deshacerse de ella. “Nunca te considere alguien que avisa lo que hará antes de hacerlo,” dijo mientras empujaba al otro por su hombro, obligándolo a hincarse frente a él, “Pero debo admitir que viniendo de ti suena excitante, veamos si me haces gritar tu nombre con sólo tus labios,” ante eso, usó su otra mano para abrir su cinturón y desabrochar su pantalón, esperando que el otro hiciera el resto. 

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The journalist was forced to attend the art gallery, he thought that covering an event like that was something for newbies since there was not much to write about besides compliments to keep a good relationship with them in case something big happened. So, when Johnny Storm showed up, Kyle perked up, thinking that maybe this event wouldn't be like the ones he had attended before.

At first, he tried to be subtle about it, following him to each room, something he thought wasn't obvious thanks to the fact that it was actually the mapped route. Hoping for him to flame on and create a scandal or start fighting some undercover villain but time passed and the famous blonde was just being as flirty and confident as always.

Kyle gave up, starting to simply admire the art around him, thinking that he should be glad that for the first time in years, today was a calm night, or so he thought because a familiar voice quickly got him out of his head.

"I thought that was what I was doing," the journalist added while turning around, smiling at the other. "Or wouldn't you consider yourself at the level of these pieces of art, something so beautiful it should be admired?" he said, shamelessly eyeing him up and down, "So beautiful you can't help but wonder what they are hiding under all that painting".

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ideas: could be another hero, a genuine fan, an ex, or just someone that's been eyeing him all night...

Johnny had come to the event to give his friend a bit more of a crowd; nothing drew them in more than the chance to get some alone time with everyone's favorite hot-shot superhero, most would have even been happy just to say they had been in the same room as him. Sauntering through the art gallery as if he owned the place, wooing people with nothing more than a smile, the ever arrogant hero kept getting distracted by a person in particular. No matter what room he was in, or what art they were standing in front of, their eyes were on Johnny and Johnny alone. Honestly, it was a wonder he was able to slip out of their gaze long enough to sneak up behind them at all. "You know," his voice soft and smooth as he leaned against their back and dipped forward to whisper in their ear, "you're supposed to be enjoying the art, not undressing me with your eyes every chance you get..."

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