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dreamyjosephquinn · 4 months ago

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I’m not even close to smut part and I’m already clenched my thighs!! You are a witch, Becca…

“Mmmm… I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

AAAAAAHHHHH YES, GETA, RUIN ME!

*Chief kiss chief kiss chief kiss chief kiss chief kiss chief kiss chief kiss chief kiss chief kiss chief kiss chief kiss chief kiss chief kiss* this is my new favourite I ever read for Geta. 💛

Rage, Ropes, and Release

Emperor Geta just refuses to leave my mind, so here’s yet another fic idea that decided to plague me at work 😩

Emperor Geta x wife!Reader

warnings: 18+ only! Minors DNI to this filth! angry!Geta (not towards Reader), mentions of murder, blood covered Geta, patient!Reader, obedient wife!Reader, masochist!Reader, sadist!Geta, hog tying, whips (we’re going to pretend that riding crops and signal whips existed during the Roman Empire), pussy whipping, knife play, blood consumption, unprotected p in v smut, multiple orgasms, creampie, profanity, etc

You knew exactly when your husband was in an angry mood and in need of some sort of release, his bellowing voice always echoing throughout the halls of the palace which gave you ample time to prepare for what he had in store for you.

But today was different. When you heard that his anger was more outbursts of rage than anything, you just knew that what he needed was going to be beyond his usual rough fuck until neither of you could take anymore.

You were in your shared chambers writing important letters when you heard him going on a literal rampage just a few quarters down the hall, setting your quill down with a bite to your lip as you listened.

“I am sick of you incompetent imbeciles always fucking things up around here! What the fuck is the point of having you around if you can’t do anything right!?”

The rage in his tone had your thighs clenching together and you hoped that when he made it to your chambers when he was finished his ranting that he would take those feelings of rage out on you.

“Is there anyone around here that can do anything right other than myself?! Gods, you make me want to just--” There was a short pause before one of the servants was begging for mercy, but his begging was cut short when Geta lodged his dagger into the servant’s jugular before brutally slashing his throat completely.

You heard the screams from the female servants and knew exactly what your husband had done and that act of brutality itself was what drove you to realize exactly what kind of mood your husband was in and what kind of release he was going to need tonight.

Standing from your chair, you went over to one of your ‘special’ drawers and grabbed the thick ropes from inside, before going over and neatly placing them at the foot of the bed. Then you stripped down to absolutely nothing, positioning yourself at the foot of the bed with the rope in front of you and your hands on your lap as you sat on the bottom half of your legs, patiently waiting for your husband’s arrival.

You could hear his footsteps approaching closer and closer, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth when they paused just outside the door. “What the fuck are you standing around for?! Clean that mess up or you’ll be right there with him!” He snapped at the other servants before swinging the doors to your chambers open, pausing mid step into the room when he saw you ready and waiting for him on the bed with the ropes now held up in your hands.

“I figured you need some release, my love. Care to step things up a bit this time? Take all that rage out on me and do not hold back.” You murmured as you gazed upon his blood drenched form, watching as he closed the doors to your chambers before stalking his way over to you, his pupils blown so wide that the browns of his eyes were no longer existent.

“Oh, my dear wife. At least I know you will never let me down.” He stopped directly in front of where you were knelt at the foot of the bed, his hand tightly grabbing your jaw before he was pulling you up into a heated kiss, his ring clad hand reaching around to give your ass a harsh squeeze. “I can do anything I want to you?”

“Absolutely anything.” You moaned against his mouth, your hands gripping onto his blood soaked robes as you pressed yourself closer to him. “Tie me up and have your way with me, husband.” You smiled, picking up the ropes from where they fell on the bed when he pulled you into the kiss before holding them out to him, your eyes gracefully scanning over his hard set features.

“You’re so good to me. Such a perfect wife.” He sighed as he grabbed the ropes from your hands, a smirk creeping onto his lips as an idea came to mind. “Lay down on your stomach, arms behind your back and legs spread nice and wide for me.” He commanded, watching as you obediently did as told and moved to lay on your stomach with your arms behind your back and your legs spread apart for him.

“That’s a good wife.” He had a sickening grin on his face as he started hog tying you, being sure to tie the knots extra tight. Once he finished, he leaned back to observe his handiwork, his cock completely stood at attention from the vulnerable position he had you in. “Mmmm... I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

You quickly nodded your head in response, an eager moan erupting from your throat before you glanced back at your husband, your cunt clenching at how feral his gaze was as he took the sight of you in. “Take that rage out, husband. I’m all yours to use and abuse.” You encouraged with a hard bite to your lip, humming as his thick fingers kneaded your plush ass cheeks.

“If at any point you need me to stop,--”

“I don’t want you to stop until you’re ready to stop. No matter how much I scream, how much I cry, how bruised or bloody I may get, do not stop until you’re satisfied and your anger has ceased.”

It was Geta’s turn to bite down hard on his bottom lip at your willingness to be used and abused by him, his fingers now swiping up the arousal dripping from your cunt. “So wet for me already and I’ve barely even touched you. What’s gotten you so wet, dove?” He smirked, spreading your arousal all over your pussy lips.

“Your rage, the sounds of our servants screams after you murdered one of them, the sight of you covered in their blood.” You murmured, Geta grinning sadistically behind you. You were almost as crazed as he was and that’s why he chose you to be his Empress, what made him love you indefinitely.

“And you’re only going to grow more wet once I get started.” He mused, giving your cunt a firm slap before stepping away from the bed to start removing his blood soaked ensemble of royal garments. Typically he would dispose of anything that was destroyed by blood, but now that he knew it aroused you to see him covered in someone else’s blood, he planned on keeping these garments in particular.

You listened as his footsteps retreated before hearing as he started digging through one of the drawers on the other side of the room, your cunt clenching around nothing at the sound of a whip cracking from where he stood. You knew in that moment that he had a lot in store for you and you were dripping even more in anticipation of it.

He soon made his way onto the bed to kneel behind where you were hog tied and waiting for him, his dark eyes observing the new, large wet patch on the sheets beneath you. He merely grinned at that, not speaking a word of acknowledgement about it before taking the riding crop he grabbed along with the signal whip and giving a hard whack against your awaiting cunt.

You yelped at the sudden stinging sensation to your folds, your fists clenching and toes curling where they were tied behind you. And then your eyes were springing a leak when he started laying whip after whip after whip to your cunt with the riding crop, your teeth sinking so deep into your bottom lip that it was beginning to bruise and bleed.

A pleasured sob soon erupted from your throat when he forced his entire cock inside you without warning, the feeling of being split wide open on top of the stinging from the whips to your cunt mixing right in with the pleasure coursing through you. It hurt so good and you just knew it was going to get even better once he really got started.

With one hand tightly gripping one of your bound legs and the other now holding the signal whip he first removed from the drawer, Geta began a mindnumbing pace in thrusts that pulled the most lewd mewls from your lips, the force of his thrusts so strong that the bed slammed into the wall each time his hips met your ass.

Your eyes were rolled into the back of your head as you took each pounding thrust of his cock into your already abused cunt, a high pitched cry escaping your throat when he started cracking the whip against your lower back and ass with enough force to split your skin open already.

His cock twitched inside you as blood began to bead from your wound, the sadistic desire to completely ruin you amped up tenfold from your loud cries along with the sight of you at his mercy. He was relentless with the whip, cracking it against your skin to inflict as much pain as he possibly could, but eventually even the whip wasn’t enough for him.

Momentarily pulling out of you, he quickly shushed your whine of protest with a whack of the riding crop against your cunt. “Silence! I’m not finished with you yet.” He promised with a growl, stepping off the bed to retrieve his dagger and cleansing the blade of the blood it was soaked with before returning to his position on the bed.

“So fucking needy.” He growled, taking his dagger and using it to start cutting MINE into the skin where your lower back ended and ass started, grinning devilishly as it had you letting out a pained squeal. He watched as blood seeped from those wounds now, pure sadism alive in his eyes as he gazed upon your bleeding, vulnerable form.

“I love it when you bleed for me.” He sighed deeply before leaning down to start lapping at the blood drawn out of you, earning a lewd moan from your throat while you clenched around nothing. “Do you love bleeding for me?” He inquired as he leaned back to tease the head of his cock against your red and puffy folds, stopping as he was lined up with your abused hole.

“I fucking love it.” You moaned in response, your moan growing more elongated and raspy when he forced his cock back inside you and resumed the ruthless pace in thrusts he’d previously set, your eyes rolling into your skull all over again. He was ruining you just as he said he would and you were loving every minute of it.

Geta grabbed the riding crop again, this time giving multiple hard whips against the fresh cuts he inflicted into your skin and pulling even louder cries of pain mixed with pleasure from your throat. He knew you were going to be sore later, but he would take care of you when that time came to be. “Scream for me.” He demanded, his whips to your cuts getting more harsh with each brutal thrust against your cervix.

You screamed just as he ordered, not only because he told you to but because you had no choice, the stinging and throbbing sensations so intense you knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep on your back for quite a while. Despite the pain, you still couldn’t help but to clench around his cock from the pleasure of his brutal thrusts against your cervix, knowing it wouldn’t be long until your orgasm was washing over you.

“That’s it, keep screaming for me. Show me how much it hurts so good to be used and abused.” He growled, dropping the riding crop now so he could firmly grip onto each of your ankles and continue pounding his cock inside you, his head tossed back as you clenched around him even more. He was on the verge of his own orgasm, so much so that all it took was you screaming his name to push him right over that edge.

You mewled as you felt his hot seed painting your insides, continuing to clench around him to milk him for what he was worth. You were quite close to orgasming yourself, but you knew you needed a bit more than just his cock to get you there. “Please, m’so close, husband! Need to make a mess of your cock.” You whimpered, sighing in content when he lifted your hips to reach around and start rubbing your clit in tight circles, giving you just what you needed to reach your own end.

Geta growled as your cum coated each thick inch of his cock, continuing his relentless thrusts inside you and not stopping until both of you came several more times. By the time he pulled out of your beaten and bruised cunt, his own cock was red and sensitive, needing a minute to catch his breath before getting your limbs freed from their restraints.

You breathed out a long sigh of relief when you were finally able to stretch out your arms and legs, smiling when your husband started peppering kisses all over your back side. You knew he was no longer in the mindset he was in when you first got started, the gentleness of his kisses were his way of showing that.

“Are you okay, dove?” He murmured as he gently kissed your cuts, welts, and bruises, wanting to be sure you weren’t in too much pain.

“M’okay, my love. Are you okay? Are you still troubled or did this help you to get that anger out?” You smiled as you turned on your side to look at him, holding yourself up on your elbow. You could see how the browns of his eyes returned and that his face was much more visibly relaxed than it was when he first stepped into your shared chambers, which had you smiling wider.

“To be quite honest, my dear wife, I don’t even remember why I was mad in the first place.” He chuckled before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he cupped your face in his hand. “Thank you for allowing me to take my wrath out on you in such a way, you’re my perfect little pain slut.”

You giggled at that, pressing another kiss to his lips before you were cupping his face in return. “Of course, my love. I’m just happy that it helped. Any amount of pain is worth it when it comes to you.” You murmured.

“Mmm... I love you, my wife. Now let me take care of these cuts before they get infected.”

“I love you too, my husband.” You beamed, allowing him to carefully lift you up so he could carry you to get your wounds taken care of.

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If he needed to release his anger in a similar way at some point in the future, you would let him in a heart beat. No matter how much pain he inflicted on you tonight, you knew his love for you outweighed the desire to hurt you. For him, anything was worth it.

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dreamyjosephquinn · 3 months ago

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AAAHHHHHHH I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THIS AND I JUST READ RIGHT AWAY!! THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME!!

The beginning? I’m in love!!

And when I found out that I was evil bitch?! I did not see that coming

And the hate fucking?! IM LOSING MY MIND!! My vagina is on fire!!

Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

wc: 6.7k+

summary: Johnny grows infatuated with you, something he never thought was going to happen to him, at least for a long while. He liked being single, but then you came along, and all he could think about was you... then you got kidnapped thanks to him, and he felt so guilty for it... but not everything was as it seemed.

warnings: +18 smut, p in v (no protection), roughness, hate fucking, some fluffiness, branding of skin, description of getting burnt, slapping, some violence, porn with plot

a/n: I had this vision that needed to be written cause it would not leave my fucking mind, and this was the only chance i would be able to write something like this. I will clarify, this is my first ever MCU fic, and I do not believe I will write anything else for it, at least not now. If you are from the MCU fandom, and decide to follow me, don't expect more really... i mainly write stranger things, i was just... too haunted with this image...

Anyways, I love Joseph Quinn, so I pictured HIS Johnny Storm for this (yes, he triggered the thots.)

thank u to @andvys and @ghost-proofbaby for proofreading this and helping with my editing cause i never wrote marvel and i needed their opinion, i love both thank u

Enjoy and don't forget to reblog!

BRAND ME

When Johnny Storm saw you for the first time, he thought Cupid fired an arrow his way.

Now, it wasn’t the best of situations of course, he had to save you from a slight altercation regarding some of Doctor Doom’s subjects wreaking havoc in the city and all that, and he saved you by beating up the guy that held you hostage in spirits of saving his ass.

You had thanked him, smiled at him and he may or may have not thought of having you as one of his conquests. He was known for it, you absolutely knew about it, but he couldn’t really help himself when he started talking to you. He first asked to meet up with you privately and you immediately rejected his advances, surprising him, sure, but not stopping him, so you offered to meet up with him for a coffee after work.

Coffee was not something he did often. It was usually drinks, and to be fair, no women really ever said no to him. Sure he messed up a few times, but who hasn’t? Still, sharing a coffee with you didn’t sound like a bad idea. It was different, but different didn’t always mean bad.

So you gave him the address to your building, and at 1 PM sharp on Tuesday, he met up with you right outside of it. You were wearing the typical office attire, skirt to the knees, a nice blouse, a comfortable jacket and he still thought you looked absolutely beautiful. Sitting down at the coffee shop, you two talked, and talked, and he found out so much about you.

You were an only child, and you have been working since you could remember. You lived alone, you liked to cook, and you absolutely disliked pickles. Every small thing he found out about you, he reciprocated with a fact about himself, without giving much away of course.

One coffee date turned into two. Then four. Then, counting didn’t matter anymore.

For a month he has been seeing you, and never once has he made a move on you. It’s not that he didn’t want to… He absolutely wanted to. But you were different. You were completely different from all the flings he had, and he even tried to have one after meeting you and it felt pointless. He didn’t know himself any longer, even Reed got a little worried from all the sneaking around he did, but Johnny couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help it when it came to you.

You were magnificent, a breath of fresh air to be around with. You always greeted him with a smile to your face and he’s never felt more alive when you did. He, of course, had to be careful with you. Not because of trust, but of what might happen to you if you were seen being involved with one of the Fantastic Four. He always picked out private places for the two of you to meet, away from public eyes.

Coffee shops turned into take-out coffees and parks. Talks that happened at your home’s balcony. Him looking for a comforting shoulder after a long day of being a hero. He was always careful in keeping you away from public. In keeping you a secret. In keeping you safe.

But not careful enough.

When you didn’t answer your phone that day, his heart stopped. You always answered. He tried and tried but you just wouldn’t pick up and he became restless. He flew out of the headquarters, not caring for the waves people gave him, with your apartment as his only destination. He felt himself growing cold despite being up in flames, flying, the horrible feeling that something happened to you making him want to puke.

And when he arrived at your home, he froze. Your balcony’s sliding door was open and what he saw inside made his whole world shatter. Your things were all thrown to the floor. Your furniture was destroyed. Your pictures were all broken and shattered. And then, as he put a foot into your apartment, he saw you.

You were breathing heavily as you lay on the floor, facing down, and your hair was all over your face. He rushed towards you, jumping over everything that was on the floor, and immediately dropped to his knees in order to scoop you up in his arms and turn you. He pushed the hair off your face as his heart beat loudly in his chest, only for it to come to a stop as he saw the open wound on your eyebrow and the bruise that was starting to form all around it.

“Crap– fuck!” He felt his world plummeting to the ground as he tried shaking you awake, calling out your name, and he sighed with relief as your eyes slowly opened, only for your face to contort into a wince.

“What…?” He shook his head at you and held onto your form, one arm underneath the back of your knees while the other was wrapped behind your back. He got up on his two feet with ease as he rushed towards the balcony. You made a sound of discomfort as you were moved around, and all he wanted was to keep you safe right now. He needed to take you with him. He cannot leave you alone, not when all of this is probably his fault.

“It’ll be quick, I promise…” He took a deep breath as he controlled his flames temperature, ensuring it would not go towards his arms. Your eyes looked up to meet his, his eyes that were now fiery orbs, looking down at you with sadness displayed on his eyebrows. You whined through the pain again and he immediately leaped out of your balcony.

You could feel the heat off his body, but he made sure to make it as less uncomfortable as he could, but he still knew he had to be quick. He was angry, desperate, and that wasn’t making the flames be any less intense. He knew he was gonna break a rule, but he couldn’t give two shits for the consequences he might face with his family. His sister was going to kill him, but she will understand. They all will have to understand.

He sneaked you in, heading straight to his room, laying you down on his bed. The rage he felt with himself was scorching him from the inside out, so he took the top of his suit as fast as he could and rushed towards the bathroom to get one of his medical kits.

He aided you, cleaned your wound, put the butterfly strip over it, and even gave you medicine for any impending headaches. He checked for other wounds besides the one on your eye, but there was nothing else, at least from the places where your clothes did not cover you.

An hour passed and you were slowly coming back to your senses. You opened your eyes to see him walking back and forth, pacing, worry displayed on his features as he seemed deep in thought. You slowly sat up on the bed, looking around, wincing slightly thanks to the throbbing in your head.

“Johnny?” Your voice was small but it was enough for his head to snap towards you and rush to the bed, sitting on the edge right next to you. His hand came up to caress the side of face, making sure to not touch the bruise on your eye.

“Hey…” His eyes were filled with fear, anger, sadness, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat as your eyes roamed all over the room.

“Where… am I?” Your eyes found his again and he gulped, thumb caressing your cheek softly.

“My room… I– I couldn’t leave you alone…” Your eyes widened for just a second to then look down at your hands. Your breathing turned heavy as your eyes filled with tears, shaking your head at him.

“I– I thought it was you… I opened the sliding door and– They wanted information–” Your voice was cut off with a sob and Johnny saw how you winced in pain, your hand flying to press onto your temple and he quickly shushed you, scooching closer to you, lifting his hand to grab yours gently and move it away from your face.

“Don’t touch it– I… I seriously thought I was careful in keeping you safe and hidden… I screwed up.” Your eyes met his, seeing the guilt that was flooding inside, knowing he was torturing himself because of it. His lips were downturned, disappointment written all over. You shook your head at him, your hand grasping his.

“I don’t regret a minute of it…” His eyes met yours as you guided your gaze around the room, frowning slightly as your headache seemed to start to drift away. “So this is your room…” “Fantastic Four headquarters… nobody knows I sneaked you in, but I really couldn’t care less. I won’t let you out of my sight, at least until whoever is stalking me is captured.” You turned towards him again, a soft smile on your lips that made his heart combust in its own flames.

“Probably a fan.” Even now you still joked to him, when you were the one hurt. You were too beautiful. Too incredible, even for his own good. He should be careful with his moves, he should let you know how different you are to his other flings… but his body betrayed him as his free hand came towards your cheek, holding it gently, and his lips surged forward, slotting right onto yours.

Your eyes were wide as a surprised gasp fell from your lips, but you reciprocated that kiss, even if a bit hesitant at first. His lips moved with yours as his body started rising in temperature which he was trying to keep at a warm number. He could easily control his temperature but with you, he was finding it hard to do so.

He was happy because you were not pulling away from the kiss. You were moving into it, following his lead, not even stopping it after your tongues started to dance together. He wanted you. He definitely wanted to show you just how special you are but– You were hurt, and he can’t do that to you now… so he pulled away. Your breaths were heavy as you looked at each other and he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

“I’ll tell everyone tomorrow you’re staying here for a while. You need safety, and I can give that to you… Just stay with me…” He held you so gently, afraid of you running away, or disappearing right before him. You licked your lips as you nodded slowly at him, to which he responded with a satisfied smile. He leaned forward, pecking your lips once more before getting up which alarmed you, getting hold of his hand.

“Where are you going?” Your voice was small and he thought he was going to break listening to it.

“I’m not going anywhere, just going to get you some clothes for you to sleep in, baby.” Your eyes widened at the new petname, but Johnny noticed how you tried to look away from embarrassment, and he found you too cute. He will definitely protect you. He won’t let whoever is looking for him, or his team, hurt you.

But when he fell asleep and cuddled up to you after having some tea with you before bed, he didn’t expect to be awoken in the middle of the night to a ring of his cell phone. He was startled, sitting up on the bed quickly only to realize you were not by his side. He looked around frantically and grabbed his phone from the night table next to his bed. He answered it, getting up from the bed to walk towards his bathroom in hopes of seeing you in there.

“Hello?” And all he heard was heavy breathing on the other side until a raspy, robotic voice talked.

“How does it feel to wake up alone?” And Johnny’s blood drained, evaporated, and he knows you are not in the building. How did it happen? How? There were cameras, security, detectors, how?

“What the fuck did you do to her?” His voice was coming from in between his teeth, like a growl, a hiss, a threat. The other voice only laughed, igniting Johnny’s anger even more than before.

“Come find out. We’re at her old apartment. We have to talk, Johnny, so come alone.” And like that, the line clicked. He was breathing heavily as he looked down at his phone and his hand shook as he grunted, his eyes igniting in yellow as the hand that was holding his phone set aflame, destroying the device before he threw it across the room, making it hit and for the plastic to splash onto the wall.

He ran his hands through his hair, wanting to rip it all out, to burn the whole building down. If he didn’t tell anyone, he might die, but if he does, then you… He couldn’t. He has a chance, even if alone. He has to save you, he can’t let them have you, he can’t let you suffer because of him.

So he stepped out to his balcony, his body engulfed in flames as he leaped into the sky, headed straight to your apartment. He was trying to go as fast as he could, his breathing heavy with anticipation as he swerved through the buildings. He finally got onto your balcony, the sliding doors were open again but when he looked inside, he couldn’t help but feel confused.

He took a few steps in as his flames subdued, and all your furniture was gone. All your pictures, even the cabinets… it was just empty. Empty except for the big windows that were on the side. What happened?

A chuckle coming from one corner startled him. It was the robotic voice that slowly transformed into a female one. A voice he knew too well. A voice that never chuckled in that manner, always be it a giggle, or a little scoff, but never… this. He turned to face it, and his eyes widened as the figure stepped into the small bit of light that came through the windows thanks to the night sky.

“Aren’t you a little naive Johnny?”

And there, in front of him, was you. Face hard, wearing a simple cocktail black dress, some black heels… nothing like what you normally wear. You didn’t look dizzy because of your bruise, the butterfly strip he applied to you hours ago was still there. It was you… but at the same time, it wasn’t.

“W-What…?” He stuttered, not feeling the tips of his fingers as he looked at how you slowly walked towards him, throwing a device to the ground, a voice-changing device.

“I really didn’t think you would take me to your headquarters. Not this quickly at least.” You sighed, looking out the window as you kept talking. “I had a whole large plan for it, but you just had to make it THAT easy.”

You finished with a giggle, the giggle that he knew too well. The giggle you directed to him many times when he told you stories about Sue and him. Stories about how he made a fool out of himself on a few dates. The giggle that he liked so much… all for it to be a fucking lie. You–

“You lied to me… You–” He felt his heart twist as your eyes turned to meet his once more. He really isn’t lucky, isn’t he? The first time he feels something genuine and he gets stepped on by the universe. You took a step towards him as you put your hands behind your back.

“Not all the time. I can promise that, but my boss will be glad to hear I got into the headquarters in such a short period of time…” Your eyes studied his face, seeing how his features turned from shock to anger, slowly, making a wicked grin appear on your face. “Aw… are you mad?”

“What the fuck do you think?” His voice turned low, and it almost made you freeze in your place, but you kept talking, your head high.

“You look cute when mad. I wish I could take a picture right now–”

“Stop–”

“I would hang it up, frame it… Name it ‘My best show yet’.” Johnny felt his body start to burn, and he had to try to keep the flames from igniting out of his suit, but each word you spat out, made it more and more difficult for him to hold himself back.

“I said stop–”

“I just didn’t think it would be this quick. Who would've thought that Johnny Storm would be so desperate for actual love? So much, he throws himself head first like an idiot–”

A hand came to grab the back of your head, fingers gripping onto your scalp, grabbing your hair, and yanking your head backwards with no restraint, no care. And suddenly your eyes were looking at the Human Torch. His eyes were yellow flames, his face, his hair, his body, everything was on fire and it was burning you. He was baring his teeth at you, your face illuminated by his flames, and you noticed the hand holding the back of your head was not lit.

“I could kill you right now. I could easily burn you to a crisp for no one to find your body.” You trembled under his grasp, and your breathing turned a little heavy as you stared into his flaming eyes.

“But you won’t…” Your reply was soft, making the flames go down, making you breathe out in relief, feeling the cool air again on your body and face. He was still glaring, his nose slightly scrunched up in anger, in disgust. “Approaching you romantically was never the intention.”

That made him tilt his head at you, his eyebrow twitching at the mention of romance. Of how he was so close to having it but–

“Why tell me this? Why not keep the fucking act until you have more?” And you didn’t answer him, still under his grasp as you looked up at him. He couldn’t describe what he saw in your eyes, but he knew that it wasn’t hatred. He knew that there was a feeling that you shouldn’t be experiencing but you couldn’t help it.

So you stayed silent, swallowing as you kept your eyes on him. You saw him tremble slightly and he raised his free hand, making your gaze turn to it as the flames enveloped it all, to the tip of his fingers. It wasn’t a massive flame, more like embers, small, yet damaging.

You felt anything but scared of him, and he knows it, yet his anger fuels him in ways he cannot describe, and he wants to show you. He wants to show you just how fucking angry, enraged, he is. He wants to hurt you, burn you, engrave himself deep on your skin and in your mind.

“Say you don’t want this.” He needs to know if he connected the dots right. Why tell him? Why tell him who you truly were? Why not keep faking it to get more out of him? Did you take whatever you needed in the short period he kept you there? Those few little hours…

You remained silent, looking into his eyes as you struggled in his grasp slightly. Your right hand flew to the wrist holding the back of your head, which only made him pull on your hair once more, making you wince. It was another warning, another chance for you to push him away.

But you didn’t.

His right hand lifted up to reveal that it was slowly being covered in small embers, not yet flames, and he pressed it on your back. Your eyes widened when you felt heat engulf your back, the scent of burning fabric filling your nostrils. You winced when the burning turned a bit painful, his eyes not leaving your face.

He was still scowling at you, his eyes traveling to your exposed neck as his hand kept moving on your back, making small holes in it, the embers spreading slightly. He knew he was burning you, but it doesn’t compare to what you did to him. You will heal from these superficial burns.

You wanted to tell him to hurry up, but you knew that you weren’t the one with control right now, so you had to be careful with your words. You yelped when his hand started moving to your front, leaving embers fluttering over the black satin. It was burning easily, the material too thin, too flimsy.

His eyes caught onto yours once more. You were breathing heavily, waiting for his next move. He clenched his jaw as the memories of those picnics filled his head. Those movie nights. Those nights when you told him about your family. You showed him those pictures that were on your wall that you probably faked. Those pictures were all fake.

His fist grabbed onto the front of your dress and pulled on it as he grunted from the force. Your dress ripped easily away from your body thanks to the holes that were burned on your back and side. Your body will probably have scarring, burnt marks, or red spots, but you couldn’t help the excitement in your body when he held your torn dress in his hand.

His eyes turned to it for a second and then back at you. You saw how they glowed in a deep yellow and his hand engulfed into flames, your dress catching on fire and burning into ashes in three seconds. His eyes returned to their natural color as his hand dropped, and then he could finally take a look at your half-naked form.

You took the opportunity of his distraction to push him away, making him rip his hand off your hair, looking at you with surprise and anger. You were breathing heavily in just your bra and thong, a matching black set, looking at him, the anger in you also coming out to light after how he treated you.

Anger, but no hatred. Not from your side… nor his.

So you took a sharp intake of breath as you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you slammed your lips against his, connecting your chest to his. He groaned at the kiss, his arms immediately wrapping around your frame, his lips moving against yours instantly, like a starved man. Weeks of wanting this with you, dreaming of having you, but he never thought it would be like this.

You bit his bottom lip, yanking a bit on it with your teeth, provoking a protest on his part but you silenced it by sliding your tongue into his mouth. You moaned in satisfaction as his right hand slid downwards, grabbing onto your ass cheek and squeezing tight. You responded by raising your leg up, thigh against his hip, while his hand moved, leaving your behind to graze your thigh, gripping it tightly to hold you in place.

His hips pressed against your core, earning him a moan from you. You felt his buckle against your clothed cunt as well as his hardness as he rutted himself on you, moaning into your mouth. One of your hands went towards his hair, running your fingers through it and then you gripped tightly, pulling his head backwards and away from the kiss. He hissed at the action, his eyes connecting with your defiant ones.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” Your voice came out through your teeth, a taunt. He gave a tilt of his head as if asking if you were really defying him right now. You could almost see the smoke coming out of his nostrils as he huffed in anger, his hands flying to the back of your thighs, pushing you upwards with his strength, making you yelp slightly at the sudden movement.

Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist so you wouldn’t fall, but then your back was slammed against the window, with such force that you were amused by how strong the glass was. You whimpered at the coldness against your naked back and ass, eyes glaring back at him.

“You think you have the right to talk back to me right now?” One of his hands left your thigh so it could get between the two of you. His lips reconnected to yours before you could even reply back to him, and you heard how he started undoing his buckle, that ‘F4’ shaped stupid belt he had.

You felt him move underneath you and you heard the rustling of clothes and then something pressing against your wet thong, making you whimper into the kiss. You pulled away to look down in between the two of you, and he had pulled his pants and underwear mid-thighs, enough to let his cock free, which was now pressing against you.

He got hold of the elastic of your thong, pinching it between his thumb and index finger, pulling it away from your body. You then saw a tiny and quick flame set fire and it quickly snapped the elastic apart, making your thong drop from your cunt, left to dangle thanks to the scraps still holding onto your other thigh.

You were exposed to him now, and then he pressed himself against your aching clit, rutting his hips against yours, causing a beautiful friction that left you moaning, throwing your head back, thumping against the glass.

He groaned as he looked at your exposed neck, moving forward so he could bite on the side of it, making you wince as your clit kept being hit with the ridge of his dick. It was hot. Literally hot. Not even warm temperature, it was burning and you wondered how that would feel inside of you.

He was coating his cock with your wetness, and he couldn’t be bothered with foreplay, he didn’t care for it, and you didn’t either, not that you needed it. You’ve been wet the moment he gripped your hair. So he pulled his hips back, letting the tip of his cock kiss your clit for a brief second before it caught on your entrance.

A voiceless moan got caught on your throat, where his teeth still remained, as he slowly pushed inside and– it was a perfect burn and stretch. He was perfect as he seethed himself inside, your walls fluttering in need around him as his mouth unlatched from your throat in order to look at how your face contorted at each inch of him.

“Good. That shut you up.” He held back the groans as he watched how your eyes were wide, looking in between the two of you now, seeing how his cock was disappearing inside of you. He wanted to hate you. He wished he could. It wasn’t fair that even now all he could think about was you, even if it wasn’t like before.

He cracked his neck as he felt his control slipping away, afraid of letting his flames burst out without his intention. He slammed his hand on the glass, right next to your head, as his left one gripped your thigh tightly and he struck his hips forward, bottoming out inside of you in one forceful thrust.

You gasped as your eyes met his. He was deliciously deep. There was a little bit of discomfort due to not having any prep but it was worth it. He was breathing heavily as he looked at you and your eyes danced with his in uncertainty, in rage, in sadness, in confusion. He was letting you adjust, or maybe he was just catching his breath, either way, you didn’t think you deserved it.

“You’re gonna cum already Johnny boy?” He gave you a glare, which only made you smirk at him. You didn’t deserve the kindness, at least not from him. He started pulling out of you, only to roughly slam back in, causing you to choke on your own moan. You felt it in your throat almost. And then, he set the bruising pace. No mercy, slamming into you like a wild man.

The glass behind you shook, the metal hinges making loud sounds as he kept smashing his hips against yours over and over again, not leaving a single second for conscious thought, not leaving a single second for even a memory to slip through the both of you. All he wanted was to pour his anger out, all he needed was to show you how you made him feel then and how you made him feel now.

The sound of skin slapping echoed through the now empty apartment, an apartment where he spent a few nights with your company. He growled at the memory, his hips picking up a pace as your moans raised in pitch, your fingers digging into his shoulders, scratching on him while your eyes filled with tears. Was it pleasure? He didn’t know.

“Not acting so smartass now, huh?” You choked out a moan as you tried to speak but he was piercing you right where you needed. Your g-spot was being abused at each sharp thrust of his. Punch. Punch. Punch.

You felt your body heating up, more than any other time you slept with someone, feeling as if you were sweating more than you should and you knew it was him. You knew he was raising the temperature of his body, including the one in the entire room. Your forehead was sweaty, your neck, your chest that was still covered in your bra that you now need to rip off because it was just too fucking hot.

You lowered a hand and pressed it against the glass, right next to you, and you grunted as you pushed against it, forcing him to stumble backwards. He fell to the ground, holding onto you, his back hitting the floor, his dick never slipping out of you as you landed on him, which caused you to choke.

You were breathing heavily as you looked down at him, who only winced slightly at the sudden hit on his ass and back. Your hands were now on his chest, still covered with his suit. You stared at the number 4 logo, glaring at it, and then your eyes found his. He was looking at you now with furrowed brows, sad instead of angry ones.

You didn’t deserve those.

Your hands went towards your back, unclasping your bra off and ripping it off your body. A sigh of relief escapes you as the air hits the sweat that’s on your tits. Your hips started circling against him, slowly, and he threw his head back as his hands gripped your hips, his digits digging into your skin.

Your belly coiled as you started rising yourself up and then slam back down again, knees pressing against the hard floor, knowing you will be bruised tomorrow, but you could give two shits about that right now. His hands traveled upwards, grabbing onto your breasts and everywhere he touched just left a lingering feeling of warmth, of burning.

You threw your head back as his fingers pinched your nipples, making your belly coil as you slammed yourself down again and circled your hips against him, making the tip of his cock rub against your g-spot repeatedly. He moaned your name in pleasure, the first time he did during the night and you looked down at him.

“You sure that’s my name?” And his eyes clashed with yours in new found anger, sitting up as his left hand gripped your waist, while the rest remained on your hip. His face came close to yours as his words became venomous.

“I wonder how many names you had to come up with. With how many you had to whore yourself to in order to get information for your boss. Whoever that might be.” And him calling you a slut was not something you expected. You didn’t want him to think that. You became angry. Not at him, but yet, you had to direct it towards someone.

So you slapped him.

His head was turned with wide eyes and you had to pretend you weren’t shocked at your own actions. You looked at your hand and then back at him, opening your mouth to say something but as he slowly turned to face you again, you knew you had fucked up. You saved yourself by talking once more.

“I didn’t jump your bones. You jumped mine, back in your room. Who’s the actual whore here, Johnny?” And you let him have the small memory of that innocent kiss he gave you. Of that kiss that made him so happy you had reciprocated, only for that memory to be shattered, tainted. His glare turned murderous as he looked at you.

You started feeling the areas he was grabbing you at become hotter and hotter. Your breathing became heavy in nervousness as your head turned to look at his hands which were becoming redder by the second. He laid back down and pushed his hips up, making you raise yourself a bit on your knees and before you could say something, he started slamming himself inside of you once more.

Your mind became mush in an instant, your moans choking up your voice as he hit your insides over and over again, the slapping of skin loud and quick. Your belly started turning, the elastic band about to snap as your hands dug into his chest. And then, you screamed as pain took you out of your pleasure palace.

The smell of burning filled the room, very slightly, faint, but still there. You looked down at where he was holding you, and his hands were now almost as red bright as metal against fire. He didn’t stop his pounding either, growling as he looked at you with his yellow irises, filled with flames.

“This is your reminder of who you betrayed. For you to remember me.”

Tears fell down your cheeks as you felt the pain of your skin being burnt, of being branded by him, and then your climax hit you out of nowhere. You choked out a whimper, a cry of his name as your walls tightened around him, pulsating. His balls tightened with the need for his own release, and he cooled his hands once more but kept them in place on your body.

He groaned loudly at your tightness and he looked at how tears fell down your face as well as the drool that had pooled in the corner of your mouth. He cursed under his breath and slammed his hips upwards one more time, completely seething himself inside as his cum filled your insides and you felt the heat of it. You could feel it.

He was breathing heavily as he lowered his hips, his hands keeping you in place so you wouldn’t lower on him. He hissed as he pulled out of you, his cum already dripping down from your hole, falling on the red tip of his cock. Your eyes looked down at his hands as they slowly parted from your skin, a squelching sound following after.

You were bleeding in some places, layers of your skin successfully burnt with his handprints. They were hurting you, they were very painful, and you… you couldn’t be mad at him for them. Your eyes connected to his as he lay there looking at his own hands, trembling at the sight.

Pieces of your burnt skin were stuck to his hands, on his palms. He lost control. He didn’t want to hurt you like this. You saw the guilt that displayed on his face and you raised your hand, wanting to touch him and tell him–

“Shit…” You winced before you could say anything else. He snapped out of his thoughts and sat up, pushing you to sit on the floor next to him. Without another word, he got up and you looked as he pulled his pants back up and buckled his belt once more.

“I guess we’ll see each other again now that you’ve entered the headquarters.” He was asleep while you were there. He was sure you took something, and it was just a matter of time for you to strike the building or him. He walked towards the sliding doors, and you moved on your place, wanting to go after him, but the sharp pain of the burns made you stay put.

“Johnny… wait.” Your voice was choked, but he turned around to face you again. You felt the room becoming cooler, and you didn’t want it to be that temperature… but it had to do for now. “My name… I didn’t lie about my name.”

His eyebrow twitched in confusion at that. Should he believe you? Should he trust you on that one? He didn’t know, he didn’t want to find out, he didn’t want to see you again, but he knew that one was inevitable. He turned away from you and you saw how his whole body turned into flames and flew out of the balcony, leaving you bruised, branded and alone.

In an empty, cold, room.

“It’s been a while since your last report, Chameleon.”

The stupid nickname your boss gave you. You had the ability to infiltrate through people without being spotted. It wasn’t a superpower, just good hiding.

“Got a little bit busy Boss.” Your voice was flat as you looked at how the man turned to look at you. So many people are afraid of this man, but there was something about Doctor Doom that just made you want to laugh.

“I hope that ‘bit busy’ was to get the information we need.” His voice was threatening, menacing as he looked at you through the screen. You gave him a sharp nod.

“Yes, I was planning my next encounter with Storm.” At your report, he gave a small nod of approval. You felt your bandages becoming sticky underneath your oversized sweater. It was about time to change them again, so you had to make this a quick call.

“I see. So, you still didn’t get into the headquarters then?” And you wanted to smile at his question. You wanted to show him how fucked he was, but you held yourself back because you had another plan in action, one that doesn’t include a boss.

“No sir. I require more time to create a bond with him.” He gave a small nod as his sharp tone filled the speakers.

“Get it done.” And the call ended abruptly.

You stared at the black screen, a smile appearing on your face as you slowly got up from the couch, walking towards the windows that were all blacked out. You pressed a button that was on the side and the windows returned to be transparent, showing the city lights in the night.

But what caught your attention was the orange gleam that was far away, still, floating, as if looking your way. You knew it was him. He has been waiting for you to turn the windows transparent once again. You had blacked out the apartment from his view for a whole week. You had refurbished it again, even hung up a real picture this time, the only one in the room.

One of you and him. One that you took at a picnic you had planned for the both of you. One that wasn’t part of the plan. Like the theater. Like the nights spent in this fake apartment. Like the drinks spent on a terrace. But he didn’t know that.

And then you saw him fly away, making your heart plummet to the floor. You winced as you turned to walk towards your kitchen, ready to take care of your wounds. Of his markings. Of his handprints that will permanently stay on your skin.

It was funny. First, you betrayed Johnny, and now you are betraying your boss, someone who might rip you apart the moment he finds out you’ve been lying. Yet, you are more scared of losing the only fire that made you feel alive after a long while.

You’ll keep that flame alive. You have to.

You’ll make sure it does.

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a/n: um, yeah, the thot was the burning of clothes, like, how was i supposed to do that one with just like, a normal person with no superpowers... with a lighter? not sexy enough.

also, handprints.

ta-ta

#johnny storm #human torch #fantastic four #fantastic 4 #marvel #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x you #johnny storm smut #joseph quinn johnny storm #❤️‍🔥 luna favourite

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mysticalgalaxysstuff · 2 years ago

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My dearest friend! ❤️❤️❤️ What a lively scenario you painted from the beginning to the end! I love reading this so much! 🥰

Firstly, the wholesome banter between Bryce and Luna was so sweet and funny! I love these two so much!! They have my whole heart 💗💗💗

Secondly, I love the whole group going together to play mini golf! I wanted to join them so bad cause it looked so fun 😩♥️ It was so cute that Luna wanted to be with Ethan in a team lol! Their friendship>>>>>> my favourite ❤️❤️❤️

Also ohhh when Luna and Bryce started to make out!!! that was so hot 🥵❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 I love how hot and madly in love they are with each other! 😘💘

And yes!!! The girls won!! 😁🫶🏼 Also I'm glad that Luna and Aubrey were able to repair their relationship! Honestly, Luna is one of kindest and friendliest soul out there! Being her friend is equivalent to being in heaven! 🥰

Lastly, I'm super emotional at the ending! When they felt their babies kicks! I'm just so sooo happy for them! They deserve everything and more 💘💘💘

Neon Lights

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Words: 4,000+

Summary: Luna, Bryce and the Open Heart gang go mini golfing. Who will win?

Rating: General

A/N: Thanks to @annieruok94 for pre-reading and @doriopenheart for helping me with the fry puns 🧡

Side note: I’m participating in the @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday Event I was inspired by midnight kiss as well as @choicesdecember2022 Day 7 ”Middle of the Night“

Bryce

It’s Saturday. It’s a beautiful day in Honolulu, Hawaii. Warm and sunny exactly what the doctor ordered. I smile.

We opened the door leading out into the garden. A fresh ocean breeze is wafting inside the kitchen. I breathe in the scent and my body instantly calms down. Moving to Honolulu was the best decision we’ve ever made.

I look over at Luna who’s standing barefoot in the kitchen.

Luna and I are at home making breakfast and listening to DNCE song kissing strangers.

It’s my favorite time of the day. To make some breakfast. Well, Luna is making breakfast I’m just eating.

Damn, I have to put in some time at the gym. Maybe I can convince Luna to come with me. I laugh at that as I put my arms around Luna who leans into me.

Luna puts the stove off and I help her to put the food on the table outside in the garden.

“Don’t eat all the goods,“ Luna squats my hand away as I steal some bacon.

“Why? I can see only one snack and the job is taken,“ I say and Luna just shakes her head at me.

“You’re unbelievable you know that?“ she says and throws a napkin at me.

“You mean I’m unbelievably attractive? I know thanks,“ I say and Luna just laughs.

“And so humble too. I hope you won’t be too disappointed when I beat your very attractive ass later at minigolf,“ she says eating some bacon and we share some of her fruit salad.

I stop putting fruit on my plate and I eye her grinning.

“Really? And how will you do that? You usually lose. Sorry I love you Lu but you’re bad at bowling and I don’t think you’re going to beat me at mini golf,“ I say and eat some pineapple.

“You’re so sweet when you think you’re the only one who can win. I was gonna share a secret talent with orange soda, but I don’t know since I’m not going to win maybe another time,“ she says and I know she’s teasing but now I want to know more.

“You’re such a tease,“ I point my mango piece at her and she snatches it up with her mouth.

“Hey I was going to eat that,“ I say and grab another piece.

“Looks like you lost,“ she winks and chews on the mango piece.

I eye Luna from across the table as we eat in silence.

“Is it okay that Aubrey is coming along?“ I ask hesitantly since Luna and Aubrey, one of my fellow surgeon colleagues at Kuakini Medical Center, haven’t had the greatest start.

Luna shrugs.

“I’d like to get to know her. I mean she seemed pretty nice a few months ago when we had that pinktober event at the university,“ Luna says.

“She’s an exceptional surgeon. She’s giving me a run for my money. I know she’s had some personal problems that she’s dealing with. She can be bitchy but she usually doesn’t mean it.“ I say and catch Luna's hand in mine when her hand starts tapping on the table and drawing circles on the back of her hand. She smiles softly at me. Her green dress with daisies glowing with her.

“Before you ask I’m not saying this because I have any romantic feelings. I respect her a lot as a person and as a surgeon. I just think you’ve had a rocky start that’s all,“ I say and she grins.

“I think so too. I’d love to get to know her. I think she’s great. Maybe she’ll beat you at mini golf too,“ she says and I roll my eyes making Luna laugh.

Luna

There’s nothing more relaxing than going mini golfing with friends. And even better? It’s blacklight mini golf. How amazing is that? This is going to be great I can already tell.

Everyone is here at this super cool blacklight mini golf place called Glow Putt right here in Honolulu, Hawaii.

Everyone is here. Ethan and Hayley. My triplet cousins Evie, Soraya, and Skyler.

Elijah, Jackie, Sienna, and Tobias.

Rafael and Kyra couldn’t make it. Rafael had to work and Kyra said she had a date, which I’m super curious about. Can’t wait for the details. When it comes to dates? Kyra always has great stories to tell.

Our newest friends Aubrey and Meilani are here too. They both work with Bryce at the Kuakini Medical Center.

Aubrey dressed in a jade green flowy dress.

Aubrey is a surgeon just like Bryce.

Meilani dressed in a yellow, floral print silk dress, that ends a bit above the knees and some floral crochet sandals.

Meiliani is also my OB/GYN, she’s great. She and Sor hit it off ever since they first met. I can tell they’re great together.

Aubrey? I’m not so sure about her. But maybe she’s nice. Deep down. I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt. It’s never cool to judge someone, based on one time you’ve met them. Maybe you’ve met them when they had a bad day.

I smile as I lean into Bryce and don’t feel guilty for totally inhaling the scent of his shirt. He bought a new cologne recently because his old one was too much for me. Certain smells affect me a lot more now that I’m pregnant.

I play with Bryce’s hands as we‘re standing together by one of the holes.

The dark room is illuminated by vibrant neon colors, such as lemon, lime green, hot pink, aqua blue, electric orange, and vibrant purple.

The art is amazing. Whole scenes from the jungle and the deep blue ocean world are painted onto the walls and the floor. I think this could become my new favorite place.

I look around and see everyone in their little groups hanging out talking and laughing. I smile.

My cousins Evie, Sky, and Soraya are leaning on their golf clubs, all three of them opted for jeans, though Soraya and Evie both wear colorful blouses, while Sky is wearing one of his Hawaii shirts.

Tobias stands next to them in a white shirt and dark jeans. He must be telling a joke since all three of my cousins are hollering with laughter.

When I look further to my left I see Hayley in her lavender dress leaning into Ethan who’s wearing a grey shirt and dark blue jeans.

He smiles at Hayley. It’s a rare occasion for Ethan to smile, but it’s always nice to see.

Meilani and Aubrey joined in on the fun of playing blacklight minigolf, after their shift. Just to let out some steam after a long day at work.

Jackie, Sienna, Elijah, and Aurora are joking about a patient who got naked whenever someone entered his room. Jackie in her metallic dress and sneakers, is teasing Sienna that he’s got the hots for her. I caught the name Lucas and smiled.

Adam who stands next to Maxi with his hands in his jeans pockets and a dark olive green shirt smiles at Maxi. Maxi stands next to him and is wearing one of her cut-off jeans shorts and a super lacy camisole. She’s smiling and whispering something to Adam. Looks like things are looking up for those two. I’m excited to see my girl happy.

She catches me staring at them and grins. I blow her a kiss and she laughs out loud.

Keiki couldn’t make it since she had to study for her finals for December, but said to send pics of how her brother embarrasses himself. I will deliver embarrassing pics of Bryce.

”Are we going to stand around like a bunch of weirdos or are we going to play golf? Because that’s the sole reason we came here right? To have some fun and to show that surgeons can win at mini golf,“ I hear Aubrey say and everyone looks at her.

Ethan raises his eyebrows at her words.

Tobias's voice comes from beside my cousins.

”Well since you and Bryce are the only surgeons here I don’t know how you think you’ll win,“ Tobias just grins his green eye sparkling in the dim light.

Aubrey just smiles at him. Her face is saying ”Game on.“

I grin and look between them. I clear my throat.

Everyone shifts around and it becomes an awkward silence, while everyone introduces themselves.

Well, our group of friends is getting bigger and it’s nice if we know each other.

After that, we stand around not sure what to say next. Should we play or how do we go about it? Honestly, I’m not someone who’s at a loss for words but this time around? I feel a bit nervous and anxious.

Bryce takes my hand in his to help me and I grin thankfully at him. Skin-to-skin contact helps me with my anxiety.

I gnaw on my lip and try to think of something to say when Jackie breaks the silence and asks no one in particular.

”How about girls vs boys?“ she looks around.

”I wanted to be on Ethan’s team,“ I pout a bit disappointed.

Bryce bristles.

”Wait what? I thought we were a team?“ he asks.

Everyone chuckles.

”Looks like your woman showed you up Lahela,“ Tobias comments.

”Oh please I’ve won against Luna a couple of times,“ Bryce comments.

I smirk at B, lean into him and whisper.

”We’re always a team babe. Especially in bed…“ I whisper and leave the sentence hanging in the air. He just smirks.

”I can play dirty if that’s what you want. It’s my favorite,“ he says suggestively and I laugh much to the groaning of everyone else.

”Get a room,“ Ethan and Aubrey say at the same time.

Bryce and I grin and share a smile.

”Is it just me? Or does anyone else think this is creepy?“ Elijah asks and I add.

”Me too. They’re almost the same person. Though Ethan is a bit grumpier, which makes him adorable,“ I say and Sienna nods in my direction.

”I thought I was the only one who thought so,“ she says and we fist-bump each other.

Ethan sighs deeply.

”Can we please just play? I don’t want to have front-row seats for Lahela's make-out session. I’m getting annoyed by this banter and about the fact that you’re trying to make it about me,“ he says his tone getting grumpy.

Bryce can’t resist adding.

”Oh come on man you’d learn a thing or two,“ B adds.

Ethan just sighs.

”If you’re talking about tips on how to make out? I’ll pass. Thanks though,“ Ethan replies.

Hayley leans over and gives his stubbled cheek a light kiss.

”We love you grumpy and all,“ she says and keeps going.

”Though you’re right let’s play some minigolf. So I can finally beat your ass at something Ramsey,“ she says and earns hollers and laughs from everyone.

”Careful Rookie,“ a slight glint in his deep blue eyes.

She winks at him.

”Don’t you mean Valentine-Ramsey? Also if I act out you can just punish me later,“ she says and grins.

Jackie says loud enough for everyone in our group to hear.

”This is why I don’t like to spend time with Hayley and Ethan. They always talk about their sex life. Which is creepy,“ she says.

Hayley turns around.

”We can talk about yours,“ she says saucily.

Jackie laughs.

”You couldn’t stomach mine,“ she says and winks.

We all laugh.

Soraya chimes in.

”I think Jackie’s idea of girls vs. boys wasn’t so bad. We can wipe the floor with the guys,“ she says earning a high-five from Aubrey who decided to join in on the fun.

”Real talk. Let’s get started,“ Bryce says.

I’m still bummed I don’t get to be on Ethan’s team.

He sees my face and asks.

”Why don’t we mix it up a bit,“ Ethan asks, and everyone boos at him.

Bryce looks at me and says.

”Sure if you want to lose, let Luna be on your team,“ he teases.

I gasp and squint my eyes at my fiancé. Bryce comes back to kiss me, and my lips still tingle from our kiss even after the kiss ended. I smile.

Then he goes back to stand with the guys. The others laugh.

”Scared of losing Ramsey?“ Aurora asks her eyes twinkling.

Ethan smiles and shrugs.

”Have it your way. So what’s the losing team got to do?“ he asks and nobody has an answer to that.

”I’ve got it. Two words. Skinny dipping, huh?“ Sky asks.

Evie and Soraya say at the same time.

”Gross Sky. I don’t want to be scarred for life,“ they say shuddering both.

He sighs.

”Fine. Fair enough,“ he says.

”Why doesn’t the losing team just buy a round for the winning team?“ Sienna suggests.

We all nod and agree that that’s probably the best idea.

After we started playing I stand to the side and lean on my golf club. Just to breathe for a second.

Bryce puts his hands on my belly.

”Are you sure this isn’t too much for you? You’ve been up since early this morning,“ he asks concern lacing his every word.

”Is it weird that I find it hot that you’re concerned? But seriously I’m fine. The light breeze is doing wonders for me. The heat before was a bit much, to be honest,“ I say.

He puts a hand over my forehead. When he’s satisfied he takes his hand away.

Then he checks my pulse.

”Your pulse is a little high,“ he says.

”It’s because you’re standing next to me. Your beauty blinds me,“ I say teasing him.

He leans closer and pulls me behind a tree, out of sight of the others.

I can hear someone ask but can’t make out the voice too invested in Bryce‘s touch to care who asked.

”Where are Luna and Bryce?“

Sky laughs.

”They’re making out behind that tree,“ he laughs louder when heads turn in our direction.

”Just ignore them,“ he says smiling.

Bryce grins against my lips and we lean more into the shadows. Obscured from the view of the others. I just hope this tree won’t fall.

Evie says loud enough for me to hear.

”Let’s move to the next hole. They’ll catch up,“ she says.

I can hear someone making a dirty joke about the word hole, but too far into Bryce putting my right leg over his hip and kissing his way down my throat.

”I feel bad for making out when we’re supposed to spend time with our friends and family,“ I say gnawing on my lip.

He kisses me again and every thought of guilt flies out the window. We stand like that for what seems like an eternity.

Before we both smile and just decide to go back to the game. Lacing our fingers together.

”How are the guys already in the lead? The game just started!“ I say sadly to see that the guys lead and well the girls got a bit behind.

”I don’t care I’ve already won,“ he says kissing our interlaced fingers.

I look at him.

”How so?“ I ask totally confused.

”Because I got to lock lips with my favorite person,“ he says.

”Glad we could spend some time together. Though we were making out for some time and the girls got behind,“ I say.

Bryce laughs.

”Oh you and the others can still catch up,“ he grins.

”Oh? So you think you already got this huh? Nice try Lahela,“ I say and we join the others.

The make-out session was great, but I do want to play mini golf. That’s what we came here to do.

I’m standing together with Meilani, while Bryce is lining up his shot.

She whispers.

”Damn. I’m into women. But holy damn. Bryce? You’re a lucky woman,“ she says pointing with the putt in Bryce’s direction while watching Soraya laugh about a joke Sienna made.

I sigh while I watch him. His muscles move as he pulls up his shirt to dab away at some sweat on his brow.

I grin looking at his abs, which you can see from here. Feeling a little guilty, since I don’t love him just for his body. His mind is just as beautiful. But I can’t help checking him out. Who would fault me for that? He’s hot. I grin.

”It’s cruel that he looks this good. Though I guess you’re swooning over Sor,“ I grin and earn a chuckle from Meilani.

I get serious and dart a glance toward Meilani.

”By the way can I ask you something?“ I say not able to look her in the eye.

Meilani turns my way. Directing her whole attention to me. Giving me a sense of tranquility with her easygoing smile and the calmness I always feel when I’m around her. She’s the quiet to my inner storm.

She has a very excitable and bubbly personality similar to my own, but when it comes down to it. She’s very zen-like.

”Of course. What’s up,“ she asks. Playing with her bracelet. I look closely and see she’s wearing a yellow, floral print silk dress, that ends a bit above the knees and some floral crochet sandals. I like it it’s very Meilani.

I bite my lip, feeling super uncomfortable asking this.

”Do you think it’s normal, to be this turned on all the time?“ I ask her.

I’m probably looking as red as a fire hydrant. Sometimes I still get embarrassed when I ask certain questions.

She smiles and puts her hand on my arms.

”Your hormones are all over the place. It’s completely normal to want to have sex,“ she says and continues.

”You’re 7 months pregnant. But if you’re worried about hurting the babies, you don’t need to worry. They don’t mind it actually, studies have shown that babies get more relaxed and calm,“ she says and I gape at her.

”What? No way,“ I say sounding disbelieving.

She pats my shoulder.

”Trust me. The babies don’t mind. Just be careful not to be too rough. No experimental positions. I can give you a list of safe positions,“ she asks.

I blush furiously.

”Isn’t this convo weird?“ I ask.

She hugs me from the side.

”Not at all. I’m your doctor and your friend so it’s all good. We are friends right?“ she asks hesitantly.

I kiss her on her cheek.

”Of course you are. I’m glad we met,“ I say.

”Me too. I’ll send you that list,“ she says and walks off toward Soraya.

I nod and walk over to Bryce. I hug him and he pulls me close.

”There you are sunshine,“ he says giving me a soft kiss on my temple.

I tear up at the word sunshine.

He smiles and tucks me into him and I mumble something incoherent that probably sounded something like

”Love boo“.

”Love you too,“ he says kissing me once more before we walk towards the others.

I smile at Bryce and say to him.

”Want to know a secret?“ I ask him and he leans closer to me.

”You give the best hugs,“ I say and add ”With and without clothes,“ I say and he laughs out loud throwing his head back.

The others turn to us but when they see Bryce laughing so hard they start grinning too.

”Want to share with the class Lahela?“ Tobias asks and the others snicker.

He shakes his head at Tobias. And grins at me.

”Nope. This is not for your guy's ears,“ he says and gives me another kiss pulling me towards him and taking my cheeks into his warm, calloused hands.

They‘re all laughing and teasing each other. Having a great time.

”Oh, man. That doesn’t count. You cheated Sor. You guys saw that right? I can’t be the only one,“ Sky says.

I look over at the hole where Soraya's golf ball went into.

”Looks like the ball went through,“ I say and earn a grin from Soraya.

Sienna joins in.

”Yeah. Totally. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from us. So you wouldn’t miss all the time,“ she says and grins.

Sky throws up his hands.

”Everyone is ganging up on me,“ Sky complains.

Soraya laughs.

”Because you’re an easy target that we all love,“ she says grinning at him.

Ethan is the next who is lining up his shot.

“You better not miss Ramsey,“ Tobias says and gets a nod from Elijah and Sky.

Ethan just shakes his head.

“You guys are worse than interns,“ he says and the ball goes inside the hole.

Sky and Tobias run to him to hug him and Ethan is sandwiched between them. You can tell he feels uncomfortable.

Hayley just takes a pic.

She sees me and winks. Oh, this will definitely be sent to our group chat.

“See the guys are in the lead again,“ Sky says and grins at Ethan like they won some championship. I chuckle. I love my cousin.

“Okay okay enough with the hugs,“ Ethan sighs and when I see his mouth quirk up at the corners I can tell he wants to rile Sky up a bit. I grin and shake my head at Ethan.

“The girls can still win you know?“ Ethan points out and lets Hayley take the next one.

“Oh come on why ruin your win from a couple of seconds ago?“ Sky asks and glares at Ethan.

“I’m just stating a fact,“ Ethan replies grinning.

Hayley scores too and I can hear the guys groan.

Hayley gets a high-five from Sienna.

Ethan is right, we can still win this.

An hour later…

Luna

The boys lost to the girls.

I’m sitting down at the table of a restaurant we chose. I love the Christmas decorations they’ve put up. It’s very Hawaiian and tropical. Christmas songs are playing through the speakers.

So we picked a restaurant to celebrate at. One that isn’t too far away.

I love this place. Whenever we want to relax we come here. They have great food and them staff here is so nice and welcoming.

We choose a table that can actually seat all of us. Bryce and Sky went to take the first drinks with help from the other guys.

I’m sitting down and looking at the menu to decide what to order. I can feel like someone is standing next to my seat and when I look up I find a pair of brown eyes looking at me with uncertainty in their depths.

It’s Aubrey. We didn’t exactly get on from the start, but maybe we can talk and see if we’ve both just had a bad day.

“Is this seat taken?“ she asks hesitating to sit next to me.

I shake my head and make room for her.

“Just so you know? If I have to pee? Girl you’ll have to get up,“ I say and she grins.

“Deal,“ she says and an awkward silence settles around us.

I gnaw on my lip trying to think of something to say and to sort of break the ice, but Aubrey speaks first.

“I’m sorry I’ve been a bitch a couple of months ago when we met at the hospital. I’ve had a bad day, which is no excuse, but I wasn’t nice and I know you’re an awesome woman. At least what Bryce has said about you. He talks about you all the time by the way,“ she smiles and it transforms her seemingly cold demeanor to warm and friendly.

Like coming home from the cold and nestling in front of the fireplace to get warm.

”You’re right you were a bit bitchy. But I wasn’t nice either. It was that day I found out I was pregnant,“ I say nibbling on my upper lip.

Aubrey raises her eyebrows in surprise.

”Really? And here I go making a bad impression. To be honest I wanted you to like me. I’ve heard so many good things about you. From Bryce and Meilani,“ she smiles.

I grin at her. Feeling that this is the start of a new friendship.

I see Bryce and the other guys walk back to the table to put the drink orders down. And some of the food that’s ready. The other food orders aren’t done yet.

He keeps darting glances at me and Aubrey.

”Is it safe? Did you guys make up? Because I‘d hate it if it got awkward for all of us. No offense babe,“ he says and kisses me on the top of my head.

Someone throws a fry at me. When I look up I see that it’s by Aubrey.

”That was frying cute,“ I can’t resist adding while Bryce sits next to me and laughs silently.

Aubrey just rolls her eyes at me.

I grin even wider. Making her laugh will be a fun, new mission to have.

”God. You’re as bad with puns as Lahela is.“

Bryce looks up from the menu and frowns.

”Hey!“ he exclaims.

I lean into him and direct my attention toward Aubrey.

I point said throwing fry at Aubrey and take a bite.

”Don’t be such a fry-baby,“ I say not running out of fry puns.

The crispness and the saltiness of the fry give me almost an orgasm. But I tone it down since I’m in public.

Bryce snickers from the side. I wink at him.

Aubrey looks at us. Narrowing her eyes at me.

”You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you? I knew I should’ve ordered something stronger tonight. I’ll be right back,“ she says and is gone to get herself something stronger.

I lean into Bryce and when the rest of the food gets to the table I sigh with happiness. Food makes everything better.

Luna

Later that night I’m lying in bed next to Bryce. The door to our balcony is open to let in the moonlight shining into our bedroom.

I get up and check if Bryce woke up but he doesn’t even stir. Poor baby must be exhausted.

I smile and sit outside in one of the dark grey wicker armchairs and just look out at the ocean.

I lean back in the chair and hug my knees tight to my body. That’s when I feel a sudden kick. I look down and put my hand on my belly to see if it’ll happen again and when it does I get so excited. Oh my gosh. I feel tears running down my face. Who would’ve thought I’d have this life someday?

To be in a great relationship, be engaged, soon I’ll be married and two little ones running around the house.

I walk back into our bedroom and lie down next to B. I gently try and wake him up and when he does, he sees me smiling and raises an eyebrow.

”What?“ he asks half-asleep already.

I take his hand in mine and guide it to my stomach. Hoping the twins might kick again.

When they do he opens his eyes and I can tell he’s fully awake.

”Did that just happen?“ he asks his voice full of wonder.

I just nod and moves further down to put both of his hands on my stomach. He waits for a few heartbeats but when the kick doesn’t happen again he sighs, though he still smiles softly.

”I wanted to feel it again,“ he says sounding sad.

”They’re not circus performers. Though that would be so cool,” I say.

He grins at me.

“I love all these new memories we’re making together.”

Bryce kisses me softly and I lean into him.

We both smile at each other sharing this beautiful moment. Just us and no one else.

This right here is where I belong.

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