#Johnny Storm Fan Fiction

[thornsnvultures]

Blankets

Johnny Storm x fem!Reader

455 wc, smut, fluff, possessive bf!Johnny

18+ blog, minors dni or you will be blocked (and maimed)

for @starchildbucky 💙

divider by @firefly-graphics

🍁 fluff/kinktober masterlist

"That's my girl."

If you could bury your face deeper into the crook of Johnny's neck you would. Your face is warm and not just from the subtle heat radiating off his body.

"You okay, bunny?"

You hum into his skin. His pulse thumps a strong, steady beat under your lips.

It's cold, the first snow of the season has come early even for the small mountain town you and Johnny are staying in for the weekend. But you can barely tell, wrapped in the arms of your furnace of a boyfriend. His soft, cream colored sweater is the only piece of clothing you have on, your bottom half covered by a quilt that Johnny pulled off the back of the couch and draped over you both. He didn't want you to feel cold for a second, even between the multiple rounds of lovemaking that started since you got to the cabin and had only stopped moments ago.

He was warming you from the inside out, every inch of you claimed by him. And he wouldn't let you forget it.

"Who's pussy is this?"

"Y-Yours, Johnny," you whimpered as his hips pistoned into you from below, holding you still with a tight grip on your hips.

"That's right, bunny. My pussy. Only I can make you feel this good."

If it was anyone else you'd roll your eyes and scoff, but the fact that your eyes were already rolled back in your head from four, no, five orgasms proved his point for him. No one had ever made you feel this good before. No one made you feel this wanted, this cared for, this loved until Johnny came into your life. Sure he was cocky and a bit of a brat, but he was always there with a smile and his arms open wide for you to run to, to hold you and comfort you like you were his whole world. His everything.

"Give me one more, bunny. One more. Need to feel you squeeze me dry, baby."

Your legs shook around Johnny's trim waist as he bounced you on his cock, his fingers rubbing at your oversensitive clit.

"Johnny!"

You bit into his shoulder as you came, collapsing against his sweaty chest.

"Fuck," Johnny growled as his hips jerked and his cock spilled his spend into your tight, wet heat. You could feel pulse after pulse, seemingly endless until it slipped out around his cock, dripping onto his balls and the couch below.

You're both still, enjoying just being in each other's arms with no intention of moving any time soon. Johnny's hand moves from your hip to your back, rubbing soothing circles as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

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[dbnightingale24]

Christmas Wish List

A Johnny Storm One Shot

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Surprise @autumnrose40 !!  Okay, so I had planned for this to go with your gift, but as you can tell, that didn’t work out -__- . This is just a small thank you for being there for me all the time, and listen to me cry and vent about any and every thing. Also, I know that things are tricky right now, so I hope this brightens your day a bit! I love you tons and I hope you enjoy it!

Thank you, as always, to @fuckingbye​ for the moodboard and literally everything else that you do. I love you!

Word Count: 11,037 (don’t get used to this)

Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+ Only!!!!!), Fluff, Angst, Bit of A Slow Burn, Drinking, Smoking, Swearing, SMUT, Insecurity, A Bit of Self Loathing, Bits of Depression, Shitty Ex BF...I think that’s it?

Song(s) That Inspired This Story: You’re Here, Where You Should Be

I do not consent to any of my works/stories being posted elsewhere.

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You try to get lost in the Christmas music you have playing in your office, trying to block out the music that’s being played from the ballroom down the hallway. It’s not that you don’t want to observe the festivities going on for the holidays, but you just feel that it’s not the best idea.

“You don’t have to keep working,” Susan Storm laughs, causing you to jump just a little as she enters your little office with two drinks in hand. “You should be enjoying the party with the rest of us.”

Or, Mrs. Richards. She doesn’t mind either.

“No, I still have work to do, it’s okay-”

“It’ll still be waiting for you when you get back from your holiday break,” she interrupts softly as she takes a seat at the other side of your desk. “Are you gonna go and see your family?”

“Um, no family to see,” you smile awkwardly. “Parents are gone, lost them in the attack on the towers, and I don’t have much a relationship with my siblings. I’m gonna stick to the tradition I’ve been following for about...six years, now? My friends and I make our favorite foods, have a big dinner, and exchange gifts.” “That sounds like fun,” she smiles, finally putting down the drink she brought in for you.

“You didn’t have to-”

“You work hard, Y/N. I know we don’t always acknowledge it, but Reed and I do see how hard you work, and how you come in earlier or stay later than you have to. You deserve a night of fun, even if you don’t stay for the party, you should enjoy being young. How old are you? 22?”

“You’re kind!” you laugh in disbelief. “I turn 28 this year.”

“Seriously?!”

“Good genes,” you smirk and she laughs.

“Well, no one is going to hold you to all of this work. If you want to, we’d love to have you at the party,” she says with all sincerity before getting up. She looks over on your desk and sees the picture of you and Johnny at the beach from last Summer and smiles before walking away.

The teeth he had pull to get you on that bike. Sometimes, his patience truly amazed you.

It’s not like you don’t want to go, but you’re trying to avoid him. Ever since the night you made a move on him, almost two months ago, you’ve made it a point to avoid Johnny Storm at all costs. It’s not like you didn’t try and stop yourself, but Johnny Storm is just that:

A fucking storm.

However, you didn’t want to be just a notch in his bedpost so, you did the only logical thing your drunk brain could come up with: you ran out of the room like a bat outta hell. You know it didn’t mean anything, so you’re not sure why you keep thinking about it. You were both drunk and said he said some things he couldn’t have possibly meant. Drunk men will do and say anything to get into someone’s pants, and why should he be any different? Because he’s a superhero? Because he’s your best friend? What the hell does that mean to you? Yes, like most women, you think he’s gorgeous and, even though you hate to admit it, you’ve spent more than a few lonely nights getting off to the thought of him and all of the things you’re more than sure he can make you feel.

Unfortunately, for you, it’s so much more than that.

You work for the Fantastic Four, and you have for fours years now. You get to see a side of them that the rest of the world doesn’t, and that’s what made you fall so hard for him. You’ve seen him triumphant and you’ve also seen him defeated. You’ve seen him being the sweetest guy while sober, and the biggest douche while drunk. You’ve seen the temper tantrums, while you’ve also seen him step up and take charge.

You have seen every side of Johnny Storm and you can’t help but love him. You know most people don’t see it (or think it for that matter), or believe it, but he is complex. He struggles with being a son his parents would be proud of (maybe that’s why him and Tony Stark get along so well), while also struggling with his own damn personality. Johnny is a fire by default (superpowers be dammed), and he can’t help but be a little reckless. He’s the youngest and has been spoiled since birth.

He doesn’t know how else to be.

That being said, you don’t know how to turn it off. You don’t know how to not want him. He’s nothing but chaos, but for you? Well, for you, he acts like he’ll move heaven and hell for you.

You don’t know how to stop being in love with him.

As you sip the whiskey neat Susan left you, you wonder how the hell you’ll be able to keep handling this job?

How the hell will you be able to handle Johnny Storm?

**

Johnny’s P.O.V

Why aren’t you here? I suggested this party just for you. It’s not like I haven’t tried to fight what I feel for you, but it’s...you. Of all the people I expected to fall for, you were who I least expected. Then, I saw you that night a year ago, and you’ve been all I’ve focused on since.

“Johnny, this club is beat!” my date whined before she took a drink of whatever the hell I ordered for her. “Lets go!”

“We’ve only been here for five minutes-”

“And it’s not gonna get any better!”

“Let me finish my drink,” I mumbled, irritated that it was taking me so long to get me to what I wanted.

That’s what I get for hanging around with the crowd that I do.

“Well, make it fast,” she scowled and I rolled my eyes.

It’s not like she was wrong. For a Saturday night, at 11pm, it was pretty dead. Of course, she was scouting for new candidates once I got rid of her, and I just wanted to see if it was anything worth revisiting. I was more than ready to leave as I started to down my drink, but then...

Then, I saw you.

“You can leave if you want. I think I wanna stick this out,” I told my date as I saw you dancing and laughing with your friends to ‘If You Dare’ by Jazmine Sullivan.

“Fine,” she huffed before she ordered another a drink.

I should’ve left, because there was no reason for me to stay. We were friends and I shouldn’t have thought of you in that way. You weren’t like the women I usually dated or flirted with, you stayed focused on your work at all times, you had your priorities straight, you had been through enough and didn’t need me complicating things for you.

You looked so happy and content, and it’d been so long since I’d seen you like that. Yeah, that was on me, but it didn’t matter in that moment. You always wore modest clothes, you never smiled like that while working, you were dancing so freely, and you looked like you didn’t have a care in the world.

I tried, but I just couldn’t look away. As the songs kept playing, and the drinks kept coming, you just became more and more carefree, and it just made me miss you even more.

It’s not like I didn’t believe in real love or relationships, I just didn’t believe in them for me. Seeing you in that moment though...it had me seeing things differently. However, if I’m honest with myself, it started long before that, didn’t it?

“Johnny,” Reed called, pulling my attention away from the X-Games on the screen in front of me, “this is Y/N. Be nice to her, she’s going to help with research and also acting as a receptionist.”

“Don’t tell me you found someone to keep you occupied while Sue is busy,” I chuckled as I looked you over.

You instantly froze at that.

“Johnny!” Reed snapped.

“It was a joke,” I sighed, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“Y-you too, Mr. Storm.”

“God no,” I groaned, “Johnny. Please, call me Johnny!”

“Will do,” you laughed softly, “it’s nice to meet you, Johnny.”

Something abut that small, innocent laugh made something stir inside of me. I made that remark about you keeping Reed busy while Sue was away, because you looked like the type of nerd he’d fall for. I won’t lie though, I did think you were cute. Shy, quiet, anxious, glasses that were slightly too big for your face, a beige sweater that was too big for you, and little black pencil skirt. You were the type of woman I would’ve secretly crushed on in High School.

From that day on, you did your best to stay out of the way. You were kind to everyone, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry or get angry, you were always two hours too early and stayed three hours later than you needed to, and you rarely ever asked for days off. The days when you weren’t in the building felt empty.

Lonely.

I think what changed things for me was how you treated me after the incident with the Silver Surfer.

“Johnny?” you called softly as you came out onto the balcony.

“Stay back, I might fuck you up too,” I scowled, grabbing another beer from the six pack I brought out with me.

“You didn’t fuck up anything, Johnny,” you sighed as you took a seat next to me.

That was the first time I ever heard you curse.

“Tell that to Reed.”

“You went after the Surfer because it was your job. You didn’t do this to yourself.”

“I almost killed-”

“But you didn’t,” you interrupted softly. “Accidents happen. Are you headstrong and cocky? Absolutely,” you smirked and I couldn’t help but scoff, “but you’re also a good guy who loves his sister, his friends, and wants to do what’s best for everyone else. It was just a bad day. All of this will get sorted out and it’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do,” you smiled reassuringly before getting up, “I’ll get out of your hair so you can-”

“No....stay...if you don’t mind. It’s nice...having someone to talk to about this. It’s nice...talking to you,” I muttered as I offered you a beer.

We stayed out there for hours, talking about any and everything. That’s when I learned about your family, your awful money hungry siblings, your shitty boyfriend, your love of art, classic and horror movies, and how much you love to cook.

That’s when I learned that I was in love with you.

Fast forward two months and my luck seemed to change just a bit.

“You can’t be here, Tyler!” I heard you snap softly.

“You’re always here!” Tyler responded with a gruff tone that I didn’t appreciate at all.

How the hell could your boyfriend be getting angry with you for doing your job? Especially when he does nothing to contribute!

“It’s a fucking party-”

“Do you not see how many diplomats are here?! This is much more than a party! Deals are being made, help is being asked for, agreements are being-”

“Another fucking night that you’re not home! You’re coming home with me-”

“Let me go!” you almost yelled. “I have a fucking job to do! A job that pays our bills and keeps food in the fridge, since you lost your fucking job! Maybe, if you’d go out-”

“You little bitch! You know that wasn’t my fault! I-”

“You were drunk on the fucking job, Tyler! You got fired because you don’t know how to get your shit together!”

“You think you’re so much fucking better than-”

“Is there a problem here?” I asked as I made my way out onto the terrace.

“Johnny, everything is fine,” you scrambled frantically over to me, “you don’t have to-”

“Who the fuck are you?!” Tyler interrupted.

“A friend,” I warned as my hands flared up.

I didn’t even mean for it to happen, I was just that concerned and angry. God, what the hell were you doing to me?

“Jesus, you’re fucking the Human Torch?!” Tyler snapped.

“TYLER!”

“You need to leave,” I warned as I made my way over to him, “you weren’t invited and no one wants you here. Leave.”

“Johnny-dammit!” you snapped, touching my shoulder only to find my clothes damn near boiling.

“Fucking stay here if you want,” Tyler snapped, his laugh was condescending, “but I won’t fucking be around when you get back to the apartment. We’re done!” he spat as he stormed off.

“Are you okay?” I asked turning to look at you as soon as he was gone.

“I’m...I’m fine, I’m so sorry...you shouldn’t have had to...fuck!” you winced as clenched your fists, because you forgot all about the burn on your hand.

“Shit! Lets get you inside and wrap that up, okay?”

“No...you go back to the party!” you sobbed as you tried to fight back your tears. “You don’t have to-”

“Hey, lets get you inside, get this wrapped up, and have a few drinks, okay?”

“They’re so many people here to see you-”

“Who gives a shit?” I smirked which gained a small giggle from you. “I have something more important to take care of right now.”

You cried for hours that night and it broke my heart. You hide everything so well, all for the sake of a paycheck, that I sometimes forgot how much you had going on in your life. I forgot about the pain you hid in order to keep your head on straight, the stress you cried yourself to sleep over at night, and the anger you pushed aside so you wouldn’t lose yourself in it.

You make it so easy for people to forget, because you don’t want to inconvenience anyone. You don’t want to feel like you’re a burden, because so many people in your life have made you feel like one. I held you for hours, calmed you down, and convinced you to stay in my room that night. Of course, you protested (not wanting to put me out), but I eventually got you to agree when I lied and told you I usually sleep on the sofa anyway.

I didn’t want you crying all alone in your apartment, and if that asshole would’ve been there when you got home, someone was definitely going to get hurt.

And it wouldn’t have been you or me.

From that day on, I found reasons to be around you. Whether it was keeping you company when you stayed too late, or annoying you until you’d agree to go with me to get lunch.

I don’t know why I was so shocked by how funny you were, but you never failed to make me laugh. Whether it was an offhanded comment, your horrible impersonations of reporters who did stories on the Fantastic Four, or you singing some song you loved off-key, you constantly kept me laughing. You didn’t make a big fuss or catch an attitude when people would crowd around and ask for pictures and autographs, you just stood off to the side and waited for me, always asking if I was okay after all was said and done.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” I scoffed as we got back to the building.

“I know that you love all of the attention that comes with all of this,” you said with that smart-ass smirk of yours, “but I also know that everyone has a limit. It’s a lot to be in the public eye all the time and, on top of that, you’re a superhero. I know how loud it can get in ones brain and I just wanna make sure that you’re okay. You know you don’t have to hide from me,” you smiled up at me, with those big beautiful eyes of yours.

Of course I had to hide from you. Everyone else could see what was happening, except you. I went from wanting to be in your space to needing it. You calmed me, as lame as that sounds. That ego of mine, that always seems to grow by the second, always seemed to come back down to earth when I was around you.

“Johnny, just tell her you like her,” Susan smiled one day when she caught me staring at you from the living area.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Cause women like her don’t go for guys like me. She’s too smart for me.”

“I’m sorry, do my ears deceive me? Johnny Storm thinks someone is too good for him?” Ben laughed as he made his way down the hall.

“You don’t have any fucking ears,” I scowled with an eye roll.

“Just tell her, kid. She probably feels the same way-”

“No, she doesn’t. She couldn’t.”

“She spends a lot of time with you for someone who doesn’t feel the same,” Sue encouraged.

“It’s better this way-”

“Just got off the phone with, Stark,” Reed interrupted as he rushed into the hallway, “he and Bruce have discovered a cosmic disturbance and it’s headed...did I miss something? Why are we all looking at Y/N? Is she okay?”

“This is the guy you chose to spend forever with?” I asked Sue with a cocked eyebrow.

“Trust me, I question it sometimes too,” she muttered with an eye roll.

“What am I missing?!”

“Just let it go, buddy,” Ben laughed, “what’s wrong with the world this time?”

After that, I did my best to stay away. It would’ve been best for everyone. I don’t know how to do relationships, and you deserve someone who isn’t emotionally stunted.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

“Did I do something wrong?” you asked one day as you cautiously approached the kitchen.

“What? No. Why would you think that?”

“You just...you seem far away. You don’t come and visit me, we don’t get lunch together anymore, you don’t stay with me after work anymore...”

“You’re perfect,” I sighed, hating how much pain was in your eyes, “I just figured I was becoming a distraction for you. Plus, I know there have been some rumors that we’re dating circling around, and I don’t want you getting hassled.”

“That’s outside. Even in here, you avoid me like the plague. I don’t know, I just feel like we haven’t spent time together in forever.”

“I’ve just had a lot on my mind. There’s a lot going on.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t wanna bother you with it.”

“Johnny, if there’s something I did-”

“It’s not you, sweetheart. I promise.”

God, I hated how sad you looked and I hated that I was the reason for it, but I really felt like it would be for the best. For once, I was trying my hardest not to be selfish. I buried myself in as much work as I could, I went back to dating random models and socialites, and I did my best to avoid you.

“You’re a real asshole, Johnny,” Susan scolded as she made her way into my room.

“Aren’t you supposed to knock before you start harassing someone?”

“Johnny, you’re breaking Y/N’s heart!”

“Stop being so dramatic. I’m sure she’s fine-”

“Then why did I just catch her crying in the research office?”

“Susan-”

“What the hell is wrong with you? You spent every waking moment with her, brought her flowers, her favorite foods, stayed late with her every chance you got, and now? Now, you’re back to hooking up with the same airheads and getting into dead end relationships!”

“Susan-”

“You finally found someone perfect for you and you’re just letting her go? For what? Because you refuse-”

“SUSAN!” I snapped, tired of hearing all of the wrong reasons I’m staying away. “Just stay out of it.”

“What am I missing here, Johnny?”

“It’s just better this way. She’s better off this way. Whatever she thinks she feels for me will go away.”

“Johnny-”

“Just stay out of it, Susan, and close the door on your way out.”

I could tell by the way her eye was twitching that she wanted to say more, but just nodded, before leaving and slamming my door shut.

It’s not like it wasn’t hurting me too, but I didn’t do relationships. I never knew how. I didn’t want my first real attempt to be with you, fuck it up, then lose you forever and all together.

You’re entirely too important to me, and if we’re going to be together, I want it to be forever.

So, I pretended to not feel your longing gaze on me when I would walk by, pretended that I didn’t hear quiet sobs at night when you thought we were all off doing something else, and I pretended that I wasn’t the loneliest I’d ever been in my life.

In response to all of the hell I brought upon myself, I was more irritated than usual, more times than not I ignored Reed and did what I thought was best (everyone loved that), I went to pointless parties with empty headed people, and I kept looking for comfort in women whose names I didn’t care to remember.

No, it wasn’t the best solution, but what else could I do? As much as I was pissing everyone else off, they didn’t say anything. Everything was fine until I saw you on that dance floor.

“Those things will kill you,” I smirked, coming up behind you outside as I snapped my fingers and made a small flame appear.

“Mr. Storm!” you gasped as you almost dropped it. “I...I didn’t know you were here.”

“Mr. Storm? Really?” I scoffed as you lit your cigarette with the flame I made you. “When have I ever wanted you to call me that?”

“Things are different now...” you trailed off before you took a drag of your cigarette.

“When did you start that?” I questioned, nodding towards the cigarette.

“Um two months ago? Maybe three, I’m not sure.”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing really, just some shit with my siblings, it’s fine. You should get back to your date-”

“She can wait. What’s going on?”

“Mr. Storm-”

“Stop calling me that.”

“No, it’s better if I don’t. I got too comfortable before-”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did. I don’t know, I thought we were friends-”

“We are friends. You’re my best friend.”

“Best friends don’t just randomly start ignoring each other.”

“I’m sorry. I was going through something and I didn’t know how to talk about it. I’m back though. I miss you.”

“Mr. Storm-”

“Sweetheart, please.”

“Johnny...that really hurt. You just left and you didn’t-”

“I really am sorry, sweetheart. I won’t do it again.”

“I should get back inside,” you sighed as you dropped your cigarette and stomped on it.

“JOHNNY! OVER HERE!” a photographer yelled as he started snapping away.

“Fucks sake-”

“It’s fine, I’ll head back inside-”

“Let me take you back to-”

“ARE YOU TWO BACK ON?!” another photographer yelled, “WHAT’S HER NAME?!”

“Lets get you out of here,” I growled as I hugged you close, covered your face, and got us a cab.

Once we got inside, you didn’t let me go, and it tugged at my heart more than I thought it would.

“I really missed you, Johnny.”

“I know, I missed you too, babe.”

“Don’t leave me again, please.”

“I promise I won’t.”

From that day on, we went back to how we were almost instantly. You even started inviting me over to your place. Once again, everyone was pushing me to ask you out, but being apart of your life again was more than enough for me. I stopped going out so much, my attitude went back normal (which according to Ben wasn’t much better), and stopped partying (which made Sue happy).

Every night that I had those feelings, I took care of it myself, your name softly leaving my lips every time. If all I could do was want you, that was fine by me. I still didn’t trust myself with you and I had no intention of fucking things up again.

At least, that’s what I told myself at the time. Then, two months ago, I ruined everything.

“Why are you still working?” I pouted as I poked my head inside your office.

“Because there’s still work to be done,” you giggled, not even looking up from the screen.

“It’s 11:30 on a Friday. You know you’ll come in tomorrow and finish up-”

“Maybe I’ll take tomorrow off, you never know.”

“Yeah, and do what?” I smirked as you shook your head.

God, you were so damn cute when you got flustered.

“I don’t know. Go to Ithaca and walk down a waterfall.”

“What the hell?”

“You can! I’ve done it before!”

“You’ll have to take me one day,” I laughed, “c’mon, close up shop and lets go.”

“Go where, Johnny? I don’t feel like going to a club, or a bar.”

“I’ll order us some food, we’ll have some drinks, and we’ll watch a movie.”

“We can do that any day.”

“Yes, but I want to do it today. So,” I started as I pushed myself off the door frame, “lets turn all this bullshit off and decide on dinner.”

“Johnny!” you laughed as I pulled you out of your seat.

“You know you’d rather be hanging out with me anyway.”

“You’re nothing but trouble,” you giggled.

“It’s your favorite thing about me.”

Everything was going fine. We ended up getting Chinese food, drinks were flowing, the conversation was great, and we ended up watching the ‘Philadelphia Story’.

At some point, you ended up in my lap, and I was holding you as if I’d never let you go. Yeah, we’d been drinking, but I should’ve known better than to let it get that far in the first damn place.

“Don’t you want that, Johnny?” you softly slurred as you laid your head on my shoulder.

“What? A bunch of tricks and schemes, and a failed wedding?” I laughed, just as drunk as you were as I brushed your hair out of your face.

“No! To rediscover your true love and make it work!”

“Is that you want?”

“I think I just want to find my true love,” you chuckled as your arms snaked up and around my neck.

You felt like home.

“What about you?” you asked softly.

“What about me?”

“What do you want in a soulmate? What are you looking for?”

“I don’t think I’m soulmate material.”

“Of course you are! Everyone is,” you promised sympathetically as one of your hands cupped my cheek.

I should’ve stopped it right then and there, but between the alcohol coursing through my veins and how bad I’ve needed you, I couldn’t have pumped the breaks if I’d wanted to.

“What would I want in a soulmate? Someone like you, I guess.”

“Someone like me?”

“You’re perfect,” I confessed softly as I met your soft gaze.

God, you looked so beautiful. When didn’t you?

“Johnny, you and I both know-”

“You’ve been everything to me for the longest time. If I were looking for someone to spend forever with, it would be you,” I admitted as I tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

In the blink of an eye, your lips were on mine and it felt like heaven. Everything that I had day dreamed of and imagined, came to life in that moment. When your fingers found their way into my hair, I did nothing to stop them. Even with how tight you were gripping my hair, it was still the closest to heaven that I’d ever felt.

“Y/N,” I moaned as you straddled me.

I had every intention to tell you to stop, but it just felt too damn good. Imagine your favorite dream or fantasy finally becoming real.

This was better than that.

“I’ve wanted you for so damn long,” I whispered as I started to trail kissing along the column of your neck. “I’ve needed you.”

“I’m all yours,” you whimpered as your hands traveled down to the hem of my shirt, “I’ve always been yours.”

You broke away for just a second to take my shirt off, and the whimper that left your mouth had me smirking. It was nice to know that you liked what you saw. Once again, somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I should’ve stopped, but the thought alone was too much for me. Instead, I reached for your panties and ripped them off, having to remind myself not to get too excited.

“Johnny,” you whined, “thought about having you like this for so long!”

“Fuck,” I growled into your neck, trying not to get too rough when I bit your neck “you fucked this perfect little cunt thinking about me?”

“So many fucking times!” you confessed with a moan as you ground yourself against me.

There was no way I was stopping.

“Lift those arms, baby. Gotta get this fucking shirt off. I need to see all of you,” I begged with a husk.

And that’s when everything changed.

“No...no, no! What the fuck am I doing?!” you questioned as mortification showed all over your face.

“What’s wrong?”

“This is...this is all wrong! Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you almost sobbed as you got off of me. “Fuck!”

“Y/N-”

“I’m so sorry, Johnny. I have to go,” you sobbed before you ran out of my room.

Since that night, you’ve avoided me like the plague and it’s not like I can be mad at you. I never planned on it going that far, and if it were to ever go that far, I wanted us both to be sober. I can only imagine that you ran off because you didn’t want to be just another trinket.

Another trophy fuck.

Every time I tried to talk about it, you had an excuse not to. Sometimes it was work, other times it had to do with your friends, and sometimes you just told the truth and told me you didn’t wanna talk about it.

I tried to think of a way to make it up to you, but nothing felt right. Flowers felt too small, your favorite food felt like a cop out, and there was no way in hell that you were gonna wanna be alone with me again.I wanted to do something for Halloween, since I know it’s your favorite holiday, but I couldn’t think of anything you’d want to do with me. So, that just left Christmas.

“Sue, why don’t you throw a Christmas party?” I suggested nonchalantly as I sauntered into her office.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Y/N not speaking to you, would it?”

“She has nothing to do with this. She and I are just fine-”

“You’re a shitty liar when it comes to me, Johnny. So, don’t try it.”

“I just thought it would be nice. We’re invited to every party, but we’ve never thrown one ourselves.”

There was no way in hell that I was about to fess up and say this was all for you. The last thing I needed was everyone giving me unsolicited advice.

“I’m not buying it, but you make a good point,” she sighed as she sat back in her chair. “I’ll talk to Reed about it-”

“You’re not gonna let him be in charge, right?”

“Just because I’m in love with the man, doesn’t mean I’d leave him in charge of any social event,” she scowled and I chuckled.

“Thank you, Sue. I mean it.”

“Whatever is going on between you two will work itself out,” she promised with a reassuring smile.

I don’t think I’ve ever worked so hard on anything in my life, or been so damn stressed. I made sure to have all of your favorite foods on the menu, your favorite deserts, and your favorite drinks. I’m more than sure I annoyed the hell out of Sue, but I didn’t give a damn. As long as everything was set up how you would like it, I didn’t care who I pissed off.

Now, everyone is here except for you. Going to see you won’t help anything, but even if you don’t forgive me, I at least want you to enjoy a party that was built around you.

“Johnny, standing in a corner and pouting won’t help anything,” Susan sighs coming up next to me.

“This is her favorite song,” I mutter as ‘Silent Night’ starts playing.

“Is that why three different versions of it are on the playlist?”

“I wanna make sure she hears it.”

“It’s gonna be okay.”

“She’s still not here, Sue. Even if she doesn’t wanna see me...they’re a ton of people here and she’s still not here.”

“What happened?”

“It doesn’t matter.” “Johnny-”

“Just drop it, Sue.”

“Well, give it time. I went to see her and, while I can tell that she’s torn, I think she’s going to show up.”

“How are you so sure?”

“I can just tell. When something is right, it just works out,” she smiles before turning her attention back to the crowd, “Natasha! Bruce! I’m so happy you were able to make it!” she beams before walking off.

I pray that she’s right, because I don’t know what took me so long to realize that you’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to. I know that I can be a real pain in the ass and difficult, but I’m willing to work on myself if it means that I can have forever with you.

I’m willing to do any and everything if it means I can make you mine.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed with the party. All of your favorite foods, you’re more than sure you’ve heard at least four different versions of ‘Silent Night’, every drink option that you love...

It has to be Johnny.

God, why did that night have to happen? Where the hell did your self control go? No, you don’t think Johnny would ever intentionally hurt you, but you also know that Johnny is shit with commitment. It’s not like the man doesn’t try, but you also know that the idea of him being with one person forever terrifies him.

However, that doesn’t change the fact that you miss him so damn much.

You came into the party with the intention of staying out of sight and out of mind, but Ben was in a good mood and pulled you into a conversation about latest research you were helping Reed with until Alicia pulled him away. You tried to get back to your corner of solitude, but somehow, you found everyone wanting to talk to you.

Unbeknownst to you, Reed and Sue had been talking you up. Telling everyone how much they appreciate all the hard work you do, how committed you are to your work, and how your attitude always brightens the mood, no matter how bleak things may seem.

Now, you’re being asked left and right if you’re willing to split your time, if you have any friends that are just as hard working as you, and where you studied Science at (in hopes of finding someone just as dedicated as you). As flattered as you are, you just want to stay in a corner by yourself, quietly scanning the room for Johnny (and whoever he brought as a date), and make sure that he’s happy. For as heartbroken as you’ve been for the last two months, that doesn’t mean you don’t want to see him happy.

Even if it is with someone else.

Sure, you could go and talk to him and put an end to all of this, but that would mean facing him, and you’re not ready for that just yet. Yes, you were both drunk and got swept away, but you don’t know how to handle it the way you think you should yet. The fact of the matter is: you love Johnny Storm. You have been for a while and you had been doing such a good job at hiding it. You’d seen the type of women Johnny fooled around with, and you knew you’d never live up to those standards. Yeah, he remember what he said that night, but he was also drunk and horny. No, he’s not a bad guy, but you’ve seen him play women before by drawing it out even though it was obvious to everyone else that he had no intention of sticking around. You’d like to believe that you were different, but once again, he was drunk and horny.

Accidents happen all the time.

However, you’ve been asking yourself the same question over and over again since the whole thing happened: if you could take any of it back, would you? You come to the same answer every time.

Hell no.

Having some of Johnny was better than having none of him, even if it was only for a moment. So, you told yourself that the next time you see Johnny, you’re going to apologize for your actions, promise him it’ll never happen again, and hope that you two can go back to the way things were.

At least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

After a few more uncomfortable conversations, you’re finally able to grab yourself a drink and make your way back into a corner. It seems silly to be in a corner of a party that seems to be catered around the things you love, but you just feel safer. Being in that room full of high profile diplomats and superheros just doesn’t feel right alone. It won’t feel okay unless Johnny is by your side.

“Why don’t you ever come to any of the parties?” Johnny asked you as he met you outside of your apartment complex. “You’re always invited.”

“Those parties are the last place I belong,” you scoffed as you put on the sunglasses he gifted you last week.

He told he got them for you because he was tired of you blocking out the sun with frames that didn’t suit your face.

“Why do you say that?’

“Cause that’s not me...it’s you,” you motioned towards him.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You constantly save the world, and you’re ‘Mr. Personality’. That whole thing is your scene, not mine.”

“You’ve been huge help on all of those missions-”

“I’m a behind the scenes kind of woman, Johnny.”

“You don’t have to be. You could go with me,” he offered and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s all fun and games until you leave me for some model-”

“You know better than that, sweetheart. I wouldn’t leave you alone in a crowd, especially when I know how uncomfortable it’d make you.”

“You’d wanna be seen with me over some shiny model?”

“You’d wanna be seen with me over some fuckin’ book about space and atoms?” he questioned with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk as you let out a full bodied laugh. “Why wouldn’t I wanna be seen with you?”

“I’m not the kind of woman you’re ever seen with.”

“That’s because the only time you hangout with me is when we hangout for lunch.”

“When else can we hangout? You’re always busy or fucking.”

“We can hangout whenever you want, just say the word.”

“Yeah okay.”

“I mean it, tell me when you want to hangout and we will.”

“I wouldn’t even know what to do.”

“What are you doing today?”

“Lunch with you and then I was gonna do some more research on-”

“It’s your day off!”

“There’s always more work to be-”

“Yeah no, we’re hanging out. Your schedule has just been cleared. I know exactly what we’re gonna do,” he smirked as he pulled you along with him.

“Johnny-”

“Trust me!”

Usually, you hate Summer. You don’t like the beaches in New York, so there’s never one to go to. Sure, you can go to Jersey, but it’s always crowded and such a hassle to get to that, by the time you get there, you’re not even in the mood to do anything anymore. So, you usually stay in and do your best to avoid the heat, which is impossible because the city is always filled with too many people.

Summer hadn’t been something you’d enjoyed in a while.

However, that day that you spent with Johnny was one of the best days you’d ever had with him. He took you to one his favorite sports bars, spoiled you just a bit with new glasses and a necklace that he saw you eyeing while you waited for him to get off the phone with Reed, took you to his favorite casual restaurant for lunch, took you to the MET (you couldn’t tell but it made his heart so full to see you so happy), accompanied you on a stroll through Central Park, treated you to a movie, took you to dinner at Carmines (how he knew you’d always wanted to go is something you still don’t know), and ended the night with riding you around on his motorcycle (which only took about 20 minutes worth of convincing).

“See? I’m pretty fun to hangout with,” Johnny smirked as you both leaned against his bike, looking out at the view from the Brooklyn Bridge.

“I had the best day I’ve had in a while,” you smiled, laying your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry about some of the hell we had to deal with today. The paparazzi and the fans-”

“It wasn’t terrible,” you shrugged. “Yeah, I was completely out of my comfort zone, but I felt safe with you.”

“Yeah, hanging with The Torch has the effect,” he said smugly and you burst out laughing.

“Never refer to yourself that way around me ever again,” you breathed once you finally caught your breath. “It has nothing to do with you being ‘The Human Torch’. I just feel safe with you...I trust you. I always have.”

“Yeah? Enough to go to one of these parties with me?”

“I will go to a party with you, I promise,” you giggled.

“Ready for me to take you home?”

“Lets stay here just a little bit longer?” you begged softy.

“We can do whatever you want, sweetheart.”

You wish you could just go back to that night. Everything was simple, and the both of you were so happy. Now, it’s all a fucking mess.

“Hey,” a familiar voice says softly from behind you. A voice you’ve missed more than you’ll ever be able to put into words.

You told yourself that you’d be gracious about the whole thing that you’d talk to him like an adult. Yet, the second you feel his breath on the back of your neck, you take off running like a deer in the headlights.

In fucking heels no less.

“Y/N! Please!” Johnny yells running after you.

Why are you running? There’s literally no reason to. It’s not like any crimes were committed and you didn’t murder anyone. All you did was almost completely give yourself to the one person your heart burns for.

No big deal.

You’re quick to get inside your office and start pacing, taking deep breaths as you try and calm your nerves. Why can’t you calm down? You can do this! You’ve talked to Johnny about so many things that were much more difficult than this, so what is the problem? You just want him back in your life, so you need to stop hiding from him (literally), and grow up.

“Wh...when the fuck did you...become a fast...fast runner?” Johnny breaths as he leans against your door.

“I’m sorry...” you mumble, toying with fingers and looking at your feet.

“Can you please talk to me? This is insane! It doesn’t have to be like this!”

“I know and I’m sorry, I really am. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about everything, but its turning out to be a lot harder than I thought.”

“Why? Yes, things got...heated, but we’ve always been able to-”

“We’ve never even kissed before, Johnny. That night...it’s not the same.”

“We’ve talked about more complicated things than almost hooking-”

“Johnny, I love you. I am so in love with you and I...I had planned on keeping it to myself, because you don’t do relationships, and that’s fine! I was fine with how we were, but then we kissed and said things...my panties came off...I’ve been wanting to talk to you, but it’s hard, because now you know. I made the first move, I said what I said...I wanted to talk to you, but I just couldn’t be around you yet,” you finish softly.

Wow, that came out a lot easier than you expected.

Since he isn’t responding you keep going, “I’m happy to just be your friend, Johnny. You’re always going to be my best friend, but I know we can’t be together, and I can’t take seeing you with other women yet and-”

“Why not?”

“Why not what? Why can’t I take seeing you with other women? Johnny, I just told you I’m in love with you-”

“No, why can’t we be together?”

“Is that a joke? You don’t-”

“I can-”

“Johnny-”

“For you, I can do anything,” he promises sincerely as you finally meet his gaze.

“Lets not do this-”

“I love you, Y/N. I love you and I have for a while now. I’ve had a crush on you since I first saw you, and the more I got to know you, the more all of it spiraled out of control. Why do you think I stayed away for those four months? I was trying to get over and distance myself from you, because I didn’t want to fuck all of this up. I didn’t want to ruin your chances with someone else by breaking your heart. I really did my best to leave you alone, but I was miserable without you, which I think speaks volumes about how much I love you. Even with Raye, which we both know it’s because of me that didn’t work out, I wasn’t all that broken up about it. Yeah, I hated that I hurt her, but you saw how quickly I bounced back from that. I can’t bounce back from you, Y/N. I can’t and I don’t want to.”

“Johnny-”

“I’m loneliest when I’m without you, I’m constantly in a shitty mood when we’re not speaking, whenever I’m out fighting to save the world I’m only thinking of saving you, your laugh is my favorite sound in the world, I listen to your voicemails when we’re not talking because it’s the only thing that soothes me, your touch is what I crave more than anything else in the world, I’m lost when you’re not around...I am so insanely in love with you. I love you to the point that it hurts.”

“Johnny...”

“If you don’t want this, that’s fine, but I think you do. I think you want this as bad as I do,” he states softly as he makes his way over to you.

“You don’t...you don’t like relationships. You said so yourself that they’re just not for you because you don’t wanna be chained to someone-”

“That was before and it was stupid for me to say that. I don’t know, I just...I don’t feel like that with you, sweetheart. If you want me to stay away, I understand and I’ll do just that,” he promises softly as he stands in front of you.

“I...I didn’t say that,” you confess, looking down at your fingers.

Using his forefinger, he gently lifts your chin so your gaze is on him, “tell me what you want.”

“I want to believe that you want this, because it’s all I’ve been thinking about for a while and...I don’t believe you’d ever hurt me, but I know you, Johnny. I know...how you act and that commitment scares you and I don’t want to be-”

“I wouldn’t say anything if I wasn’t serious about this. Serious about us.”

“Johnny-”

“There’s no one on this planet, or the others for that matter, that I find more beautiful than you. No one gets me like you do, no one cares for me like you do, no one...loves me like you do, Y/N. I don’t want to be with anyone else, I don’t look at anyone else, and I’m never gonna love anyone the way I love you. You’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to and that’ll never change.”

“Say it again,” you beg softly as he leans in closer.

“You’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to,” he breathes softly, his face a mere few inches from yours, “and that’ll never change.”

Before you have a chance to think of an argument, his lips are on yours and you’re gone. Yes, you still have your fears and reservations, but you miss Johnny. You already missed him when you weren’t around, but now that you’ve kissed him and felt his hands all over you in that way, you crave it more than anything else in the world.

You crave him.

“Johnny,” you moan as he kisses down your neck.

In all honesty, you wanna tell him to stop, but you can’t seem to form the words or remember why. Instead, you wrap your legs around him as he picks you up and places you on your desk. What’s the point of stopping anyway? You believe him and it’s starting to become very clear that you two are no longer able to keep your hands to yourselves when along together.

“I fucking missed you,” Johnny growls, hiking up your skirt then ripping off your panties, “never letting you go again.” “Fuck!” you gasp at the feel of his thumb on your clit.

You’re more than sure the warmth flooding through your body has nothing to do with his power.

“So fucking wet already? We’ve barely gotten started,” he smirks teasing your cunt with his fingers.

“Pl...please,” you whimper softly, “dreamt of this for so long!”

“Tell me what you’ve dreamt of,” he coos as slowly sinks two fingers into your desperate and greedy cunt.

Right now, you love him just as much as you hate him for torturing you.

“Having...having you all to myself, loving me, pulling me...apart, oh my God!” you cry out at the feel of him curling his fingers. “John...Johnny please!”

“Tell me more,” he pushes, picking up his pace just a little, applying just a bit of pressure to clit, which only makes you cry out in pleasure as you start grinding yourself against his fingers. “You’re a fucking dream, babygirl. Tell me!”

“Fuck! I’ve thought about...oh Johnny,” you moan, lulling your head back as you feel a warm sensation on your clit, kicking shoes off and curling your toes.

“Never thought I’d ever have you like this, baby. So fucking perfect, baby. Gotta tell me more or I won’t let you cum, and I can tell just how bad you want to by the way this pussy is squeezing my fingers,” he chuckles, easily sliding in a third.

“Jesus!”

“No, just Johnny,” he teases as he picks up his pace. “C’mon sweetheart, be a good girl and tell me more!” “Aht! I’ve...I’ve been dreaming of you on your knees eating my pussy while fingering my ass, want...wanna taste you so fucking bad, Johnny!”

“Fuck,” he growls, no longer teasing you, and you can tell he’s desperate to give you whatever you want. “Keep going, babygirl!”

“Dreamt of you fucking me hard and fast, claiming and making me all yours! I wanna feel you so deep inside my pussy, baby!”

“Give it to me, sweetheart! Be a good girl and cum hard for me!”

Your body has been ready to obey anything Johnny has to say for years, so you’re not surprised that you squirt hard on his fingers as the words leave his mouth. You’d be embarrassed, but you’ve wanted this for so long that you just can’t be bothered to feel any shame. All the cards are laid on the table now, so he may as well see every side of you.

Not just the parts that are work appropriate.

Johnny grips your neck with his free hand before puling you upright and crashing his lips into yours, “who knew my perfect girl was so filthy?” he broods once you two break apart, still fucking you through your high.

“Need you, Johnny! Please!”

“I’m gonna take care of you, baby, I promise,” he smirks, removing his fingers and bringing them up to your lips, “open.”

Keeping your gaze on him, you open your mouth and stick your tongue, your pussy clenching around nothing at the feral growl that leaves his mouth.

“Suck ‘em clean, sweetheart,” he commands, as he gets down on his knees.

You feel his breath on your core when you remember, “not here!” you mumble around his fingers. “The cameras!”

You hear him mumble incoherent against your folds and you whine in pure want, needing one of you to come with a solution fast. Thankfully, Johnny’s on his feet almost instantly, taking your hand in his while he removes his fingers from your mouth, and pulls you along with him.

“Follow me, sweetheart,” he broods, practically jogging down the hall.

At least he’s just a desperate for you as you are for him.

He pulls you into the elevator with him, hits a button without even looking at it, before pinning you against the wall and kissing you passionately. One of his hands snakes its way up your skirt, and you moan into the kiss as he starts fucking you with two fingers.

“They’re cameras in here too,” you giggle with a breathy moan as he starts biting and sucking on your neck.

“A little making out in the elevator never hurt anyone,” he smirks before licking the spot he just bit.

“And how about getting fingered?”

“They can’t see that, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear before biting the shell of it.

Johnny Storm is gonna be the death of you.

When the elevator finally arrives at the floor he selected, you whine in protest when he removes his fingers, and is pulling you out of the elevator. In almost no time at all, he has you pinned against his bedroom wall and is kicking his door closed before getting on his knees.

“You don’t know how much I’ve gotten off to the thought of eating this perfect little pussy, baby,” he groans before licking your clit.

This must be what heaven feels like.

“Oh my fuck...Johnny! Yes!” you cry out, running your fingers through his soft brown locks, gripping them tight before grinding your your pussy against his face.

He easily slides two fingers into your soaked cunt, curling them as they give you a warm sensation. When you feel his lips pulling on your clit, you lull your head back and hike your right leg over his shoulder, granting him better access to your greedy cunt so he can fuck you deeper. His free hand travels up your side, finding yours, and he entwines his fingers with yours.

The small gesture makes your flutter and fall in love even more.

“I love you so much...Johnny! Need to feel you, please!”

Maybe it’s because it’s Christmas, or maybe it’s because he’s just as desperate as you, but your pleas doesn’t fall on deaf ears. He starts licking and sucking on your clit with such ferocity, you won’t be surprised if the whole hears you as you yell his name, a euphoric cloud washing over you as you coat his fingers and lower half of his face with your desire, gaining a grunt of approval from him as he fucks you through your high.

“I will be back down here tonight,” he promises as he kisses his way up your body, unzipping your skirt and letting it fall freely to the ground, “ but right now, I wanna get lost inside of you.”

“Please,” you whisper once he’s on his feet again, unbuckling his belt as quickly as you can.

“You sure you want this, sweetheart?”

“Too late to turn back now, and I don’t want to. I love you and I want this with you, I want everything with you.”

“God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that,” he smiles before crashing his lips into yours.

Clothes come off easily, and they’re no sounds other than the desperate and hungry kisses you both are giving one another. His skin is heated and his touches are soft and, for the moment, you can’t remember what the hell you were so afraid of. Being here with Johnny, like this, and having him all to yourself is all you’ve ever wanted. You know the fear will come back later when all is said and done, but with the way he looks at you, the way he holds you, and has always looked out for you, it’s hard to believe that he would ever hurt you.

It’s hard to believe that this isn’t meant to be.

“Lay back, baby,” you tell him breathlessly as you softly push him back, “I’m gonna take care of you tonight.”

“You are nothing like I imagined,” he smirks and you laugh softly.

“Is that good or bad?”

“So fucking good,” he broods as you dip down lick the tip of his heated length. “Fuck,” he sighs as he grips the sheets.

“Just relax, baby. Let your good girl make you feel good.”

No, giving Johnny Storm (aka the Human Fucking Torch) a blowjob probably isn’t your best interest, but you’ve dreamed about it too long to not do it.

You smooth your hand over his abs, your pussy clenching around nothing as you try and figure out how you got so lucky, while you’re hand strokes him in an attempt to prepare yourself for his size and length.

“Just relax,” you coo before finally getting your mouth on him, moaning in satisfaction at the taste of him.

“Shit! That’s it, babygirl! Fuck, just like that!” he moans as you start to take as much of him as you can.

Your movements are slow at first, taking more of him bit by bit as you relax your throat to accommodate him, falling in love with the way that you’re making squirm beneath you and breathe heavy. Once you’re finally able to fully accommodate him, you’re unable to to control yourself when you pick up your pace as your hand starts to play with his balls.

“FUCK Y/N!” he proclaims, eyes clenched shut as he tries to control himself.

You run your hand over his his abs in an attempt to calm him, but it’s useless because you’re too worked up yourself. You turn your gaze up towards him to find that his gaze on you is intense and heated. In fact, you’re more than sure you see a little orange tint around his eyes, and it only turns you on more to see how much you’re playing with fire.

Literally.

“Not gonna....fuck, I’m so....FUCK!” he exclaims, filling your mouth to the brim, bucking his hips a little as he fucks all of it into your mouth.

You ignore the desperate longing between your legs as you do your best to swallow everything he has to offer, wanting to make sure you don’t miss a single drop.

“You okay?” you smirk once you’ve cleaned him to your satisfaction.

“I need to be inside of you right now, get your ass on top of me,” he growls as you giggle.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll do it,” you promise as you straddle him, rocking your hips against his, your soaked lips dragging along his cock.

“I want you to do whatever you want...whatever will make you happy, sweetheart. I’m yours to use however you want,” he moans as his hands start to travel up your body.

“I want to make you as happy as you’ve always made me,” you moan, adjusting yourself so you can align him with your entrance. “I wanna show you just how much I love you...SHIT!” you cry out once you start to slide down on him.

You’ve never been so full and you’re not even half way down.

“Oh my GOD!” you whimper, loving the delicious burn of him stretching you. “Fuck!”

“Never had a cock this big before, sweetheart?” he questions with a cocky grin, with his mouth slightly agape.

“N-no, but...I can t-tell you’ve never been in a pussy t-this tight!” you moan, finally settling against his hips.”Tell me how good it feels baby,” you moan, pressing your hands against his chest, the hairs a welcome comfort as you dig your nails into his pecs.

“Fuck, best pussy I’ve ever been inside of,” groans as he grips your hips tight, the heat radiating from his hands sending you closer to release. “Thought having you like this to myself for so long, and God, you’re better than any fucking fantasy that I ever came up with...fuck! That’s it, baby!” he encourages as you pick up your pace, rolling your hips against him. “So fucking beautiful!”

“S-so fucking close!” you whine, clawing at his chest, finding that spot deep inside that only ever seemed to exist when you used your vibrator. “Aht, aht! YES!” you cry out, squirting hard as you try and ride out your high.

You’re only left in charge for a second before Johnny wraps an arm around yourself, and sits upright which only pushes him in further.

“FUCK!”

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, did you know that?” he broods, gripping your hips before starting fucking into you relentlessly.

“Johnny! Please...feels too good!”

“I’ve been watching you for so long, imagining what it would be like to be worthy of you...your love...fuck, the way this cunt squeezes me!”

“Never felt this good!”

“Gonna spend all night showing you just how much I love you...how much I’ve needed you,” he mumbles into your chest, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and licking it.

“Fuck!” you gasp, running your hands through his hair as you try to hold on, still tying to recover from the last orgasm.

His tongue is deliciously vicious against your nipple, showing no mercy at your desperate whimpers and pleas, not even when tears start forming in your eyes. You’ve never felt this good in your life, and while you’re more than sure you’ll be sore tomorrow, it’ll be more than worth it. You’ve been waiting for this forever and there’s nothing that could make you regret it.

You’ll never regret giving all of yourself to him.

“Mmm Johnny! Too much!”

“I know you can give me more,” he encourages with a husk, looking up to see you in your blissed out state. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he groans, his skin getting just a bit hotter, sending you over another euphoric waterfall.

At some point, you’re going to need to remember to invest in aloe.

“Ya know, I don’t think my bed has ever been this wet,” he chuckles, before getting you on your back and starting to fuck into relentlessly. “I think I wanna make this a nightly thing,” he husks, entwining fingers with one of your hands, while the other is planted firmly by your head.

“Oh my GOD!”

“What do you think about that, babygirl? Hmm? Be my good girl during the day....my filthy, desperate little thing at night?”

“Johnny...” you sob, that knot in your core tightening again.

He dips down and whispers against your ear hotly, “I think that’s exactly how it should be. Cause you were made for me, just like I was made for you.”

You feel your legs start to tremble as another orgasm starts to build, and you truly wonder if you’ll be able to last the rest of the night after this one.

“C’mon babygirl, I need it. Please,” he rasps into the crook of your neck as his movements become erratic.

“Too much! I...I...FUCK!”

“Y/N!” he shouts as he fills you with his seed, you squirting on his cock, only soaking the bed even more.

As you fade out of consciousness, you try to remember if you’ve ever felt so full and loved in your life, and you’re pretty sure you haven’t.

“You okay, sweetheart?” you faintly hear him ask, and you only have enough energy to nod. “Did I take it too far for you?” he chuckles and you giggle.

“No baby, I just need a minute, “ you smile up at him. He dips down and starts peppering kisses all over your face and you start laughing, “don’t tell me that you’re a giant softie underneath that giant ego of yours.”

“You know it’s only for you. Its always only ever been for you,” he groans as he pulls out, before laying down beside you and pulling you close.

“And why is that, Johnny Storm?” you question as you lay your head on his chest, feeling secure and like you’re loved.

“Because I love you.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you,” he chuckles before kissing the top of your head.

“I don’t know if I should even bother giving you the actual Christmas gift I got you,” you smirk as you start to press soft kisses along his chest.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he sighs, and you can tell he’s getting worked up all over again.

“Hmm? Why’s that?” you ask, propping yourself up on one arm, while the other softly stokes his chest.

“Because,” he starts, cupping your cheek and stroking it gently, “you were all that I wanted, and it’s been that way for a long time now, Y/N. You were all that I had on my Christmas wish list.”

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔

🎄christmas masterlist🎄

warning - smut, getting yourself off with another's underwear, tiny elf male, human reader, stalker behaviour, exhibitionism.

18+ only please, the gif and header aren't mine. @royalsweetteaa

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

Johnny sneaks and creeps, darting across the hall and toward the room full of goods. He chuckles as he enters, his eyes looking up to your sleeping form before looking back to what he desperately wants. A smirk makes its way onto his face when Johnny darts over to the white silk knickers covered in tiny snow angels lying on the floor.

His small hands rub together before he dives in, hugging the slightly damp material to his little body. His thick member strains against his black tights, and Johnny’s hand slides down his body as his nose is buried into the wet patch, burying his nose deep into the knickers, taking his time to smell your scent. 

He groans once he frees his cock, letting out a sigh of relief as the base throbs against his hand. Johnny begins to rut against the soft material, and his tongue pokes out and flattens against the silk fabric, soaking up all of your sweet taste.

He grips your knickers, desperately humping them as the silk feels fantastic against his swollen cock. Groans fall from his lips as Johnny sucks every bit of the material into his mouth, rubbing his face into it, wanting to return to the North Pole covered in your scent. 

Johnny’s hands curl into the fabric as his hips stutter, his cock throbbing wildly when he feels his end approaching. Letting out animalistic grunts and groans as he loses himself to the pleasure, a wet patch appearing underneath him as pre-cum leaks out in thick amounts. “Fuck– Pretty little baby walking around wearing these just for daddy– OH–” His eyes roll to the back of his head, balls tightening as large amounts of cum spurt out of his thick mushroom tip.

He sags into the silk for a second as he gathers his breath, cock twitching and sensitive. Johnny slowly gets on his knees, looking down at the pool of mess he made. A smug smirk appears on his face, having a brilliant idea of coming back and cumming in a clean pair so that you can walk around wearing him all day.

He gets to his feet, tucking himself back into his pants and picks up his pointed hat, placing the thing back onto his head, causing his pointed ears to twitch before looking around the room. A giant mischievous grin appears as he spies more dirty pairs. Johnny darts over and grabs your soft, silk pink knickers. He stares at your sleeping form before turning and darting out of the room, full of giddiness at what he’ll do when he’s back in his room. 

Johnny never notices the shadow standing in the corner of the room; maybe he’s lucky he didn’t.

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[imperfectlyxangelic]

Where are the fics of 2015 Johnny Storm??

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[e-leohiss]

"Here lies..." || A John Price fan-fiction

Author’s note: This is drama and my first fan-fic of Peepaw. As of now I'm not sure if I'm worth taking requests. Personally, John Price is the most comfortable character to write but I do want to write the others too.

Others being Konig, Simon, Johnny, and Kyle.

**PLEASE DO NOT translate, repost, or in any way reformat my work on this site and on any other social media

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Title: Here lies...

Main characters: John Price x F!reader Contains: Drama, heartbreak, broken marriage Wordcount: 2.2k Song link: My Mind (slowed & reverb) - Yebba

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Exposition:

John returned home with a new woman that his wife hardly knew about.

But she’s heard of her husband’s affair with another.

Her husband is a busy soldier, constantly absent due to his line of duty. He would only be home for 2 weeks at most–once almost nearing a month. To think the day had come that he would bring his new lover to their home. Did John even consider this as his home? 

His poor wife doesn’t think that he does. Not when he had just returned only to be leaving with duffel bags in hand filled with the rest of his portable belongings that he packed minutes ago.

As she gazed at both her husband and his muse, innards boiled whereas her exterior was passive.

She blamed herself the most, the ruin of their marriage. 

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Who knows how a woman would react if she saw the personification of her heartbreak before her person.

‘How do you kill your lover without killing yourself?’ A woman thought to herself. She stood still, and so did her heart. What could possibly be going through her head to become so still? 

It didn’t appear to be the “calm before the storm” kind. No. She was the unsettling aftermath of the disaster. 

Jonathan Price stood in front of her–stood between two women. John wasn’t looking at her. Instead he firmly stared at the floor. He chose to be a coward than to look her in the eyes as he spoke blunt blades of poison.

She broke her stillness to cut him off, “Jonathan.” He paused, but still refused to look her way. The new woman behind him shifted her eyes between the couple, discomfiture transparent on her face.

The heartbroken woman continued to focus on the visitor’s face; a tinge of satisfaction sparked in her when she noticed the new woman’s shoulders caving in from unease. ‘At least this one is looking at me,’ she thought.

Her low, toneless voice spoke again, “End this.” Jonathan’s head dipped down and heaved a generous amount of air through his nose. It took him a few seconds, but she saw the white sheets of paper in his grasp. Her limbs moved on their own accord. She lightly took the sheets from his hands and walked to the study to get a pen. Jonathan followed her a couple paces behind, his steps heavy and slow. As if it were the ticking seconds of a clock counting the duration of the dying home.

She placed the documents neatly on the desk as she sat feeling her muscles lose their strength by the second. Hell, the words seemed alien-like. She couldn’t read the damn content of the sheets. Her eyes skipped to regard the blank lines that remained unsigned. From within, more fragments fell off that made her chest more hollow.

She felt herself perish further.

Why would she sign it first?

She didn’t want this marriage to end. She did her best to nourish it. Thoughts of her husband always filled her mind. She would never seek feelings from another, not when she had Jonathan as hers.

But Jonathan did not think of her the same way. He did not think of his wife’s awaiting arms back home. He didn’t think of the constant worry his wife would always endure while he was away.

He did not remember his loving wife. 

There were no lies in their marriage and it was only now that she came to terms with those odious facts. Jonathan didn’t love her, not anymore.

And so it is.

Jonathan entered the study wrapped in solemnity. His face, however, stoic. Well, he was drenched to the bone with a captain’s ego, one of the traits she respected about him, and she still did up to this moment.

She placed a pen on top of the sheets. Jonathan understood immediately–a signal for him to make the first move. With three long strides he stood by the desk, pen in between his strong fingers. Her body stilled again when Jonathan’s hand raised but stopped midair. He readjusted the pen in his hold, his mind ran which caused him to falter.

“Dear–” he began, but his words got caught when he finally looked her way. He took in the sight of a broken woman. He couldn’t recognize his wife anymore. It’s like the color from her body faded into shades of gloomy greys. She would’ve looked serene in the yellow glow of the desk lamp weren’t it for the apparent wreck in her eyes and posture. Then her eyes laid on his. There it flickered: resentment. The tired look on her face crumpled as the corner of her lip raised.

“You should damn well treat her far better than you did me. Do you understand me, Jonathan?” Her silvery voice is tight. There it was, spoken anger. “She doesn’t deserve to feel this way–failure as a wife.” 

She placed her wedding ring on the desk with such care that it looked graceful to the speechless Jonathan, who had yet to sign the papers first. “In another life, I could have probably given you the family you deserved,” her voice cracked and her chest swelled with gradual pain at the sensitive topic. 

“How I wish I could provide that for you right now, John. But, nothing. I’m sorry.” 

She wanted to yell at the woman standing in the threshold of their home that she would not take him away from her. She refused to let another muse earn Jonathan’s attention; her role as his wife, as his equal. ‘You won’t take him away from me,’ she wanted to swear. ‘May these promises be written on stone, how much I want to remain by his side, by my John.’

Her mind went off alarmingly, ‘Damn her. I won’t leave him. Not John.’

Yet no such arguments came out from her.

How could she, when she blamed herself the most for her shortcoming as a wife.

A defect, unable to make John a father.

“I’m sorry we ended up like this. I’m sorry for hurting you so much when I vowed to put your happiness first.” Jonathan spoke thickly. He gulped, then surprisingly took a knee by the seat she sat on. “Our marriage may not have worked the way we promised it would, but I will take our memories together till the end of the line. I’ll always be grateful for your constant patience and effort. In another lifetime, we…” Jonathan’s words hung in the silence of the night as the endless possibilities ran in his head. Anything could have happened.

“If it makes you feel any better…curse, yell, scream, hurt me,” he said instead. “You can do whatever to lessen the pain–”

Her hand cupped his bearded jaw softly. With words full of conviction she said, “I won’t do that to you. Never you, John.” She smiled. She had the audacity to show him a smile.

The stoic mask of Jonathan Price fell apart the longer he looked at his wife. The longer he observed her the more he was convinced that a saint sat before him.

His left hand found itself atop hers to place it against his cheek. His rough digits massaging her smooth ones. “I don’t…” John whispered, his voice wavered with no trace of the soldier they knew him to be. He groaned, expressing his displeasure.

However, with a new-found purpose he stood and signed the papers quickly. He held up the pen for her to take, his face facing the other direction. Again with avoiding. She took the pen delicately. It took her a moment to follow-through but, at last, her signature appeared on the opposite side of John’s.

Her stare locked on the sheets that John collected hastily, his feet rooted to his spot. ‘Move. Move. Move.’ He chanted in his mind. 

“John,” the meek voice of his ex-wife called to him. He peered down at her seated form. Maybe it was the glass paperweight on the desk, or the picture frame, but something shattered. 

John bent down to capture her in his arms. Her body racked with pure heartbreak. Tears of blood could’ve been mistaken for the thick tears that cascaded down her cheeks. She cried so bitterly the back of his eyes boiled as he cradled her head on his collar.

Words tumbled out her mouth, “I hate you. You lied. Don’t leave me, John. John, please,” she begged, fisting his shirt. He pulled her tighter against him.

“I’ll always protect you, love. I’ll always put your safety first. Remember that. This, I swear. Don’t forget that.” He said to her with intensity as she kept calling him a liar.

“I have to go. Always take care of yourself. Put yourself first. I’m so sorry, dear.” And with one last kiss to her wet cheeks he unclasped her hands on his shirt and left the house, signed sheets crumpled in his fist.

He left her again, only this time it was painful. It was the last.

The woman waiting outside the door recoiled as the door slammed shut. John stood with his back to her and his head low with the doorknob forcefully in his grip. He didn’t wait for her as he began to walk towards the car. The woman felt the atmosphere shift when he walked past her. It was burning, and menacing. 

He hurriedly threw his bags to the backseat before stepping into the passenger seat. The woman moved swiftly, getting on the driver’s seat and revving the engine to life. She’s taken by surprise when he suddenly pounded the side of his fist onto the door. John’s breathing was deeply filled with aggravation as he tried to forcefully control his temper. 

“John?” She addressed the soldier without looking in his direction. “Step on it.” He seethed roughly as he glared out the window. With no further questions, she does as she’s told and stepped on the gas. 

John Price was known for being stoic most times, flashing a close-lipped smile occasionally, but how that changed when a silent tear trailed down his cheek. He had just left the love of his life back home drowning in despair. She wasn’t his wife any more and that made the damage in him a thousand times worse. 

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An umbrella in hand, the sky wept sorrowfully as you.

Your mind flitted back to when Laswell appeared once again at the threshold of your home.

“I’m sorry we hid the truth from you.”

Who would’ve thought that the woman from before would be standing outside your home–your new home of almost a year–saying the most shattering news to you. You swallowed thickly. Mind still not fully comprehending the amount of information that Laswell had told you. 

“It was never supposed to be this way. However, a previous enemy had threatened to hunt you down in exchange for John executing his wife,” Kate took in a breath. “For the life of me, I don’t know how he knew that John had a wife. Turns out we had a mole who found John’s file and broke into his office.” Kate pulled out a picture from the folder she brought, a picture of a foreigner and a soldier wearing the familiar U.S uniform. The words began to construct in your head and they got heavier the more you listened.

“He managed to threaten John a couple of times but we weren’t convinced, calling it a bluff. Roughly a year before John and you…he was threatened once again, but this time we couldn’t risk it. Which led him to decide that cutting ties with you would be the best diversion.” Kate’s voice became softer as she continued. 

“We also had to convince you, so you wouldn't set foot at base. Rumors were spread about John having a different woman back at base so the mole wouldn’t discover your real location–” 

“Where’s John?”

Kate’s eyes snapped to yours when you spoke up. She noticed the atmosphere around you had changed. “When will he be coming here? No – when can I see him? I’m sure the mission’s done because you’re here.” You held your hands together, begging Kate to see how much you want to see John again. 

“I want to see my husband again. Please, Kate.” 

You continuously begged, and with that Kate’s shoulders appeared to sag from the pressure. She did not know how to tell you the terrible news. 

“You are a liar,” you said to John. “A horrible one.”

Chin quivered with another sharp intake of air. Nose is clogged, cheeks tear-stained, skin cold, eyes swollen and red rimmed. You kneel on the wet ground, sitting on the heels of your feet. You rearranged the flowers by your knees.

“You don’t like flowers, dear. Nothing to worry about this time though.” A choked laugh slipped through but vanished as another set of sharp breaths racked your lungs. John’s dog tags clinked against each other from the motion. 

“How I miss you, my love, it hurts.” Your fingers dig into the soft soil, reflecting your vulnerable state. “Wait for me. This time I won’t let you leave me so easily.”

The handwritten letter that came with all of his belongings burned in the back of your mind. The last paragraph you could recite word-for-word.

‘This is the only way, love. How I wish it wasn’t. But for you, I’d do anything. Even if it means leaving you in exchange for your protection.’

‘HERE RESTS IN HONORED GLORY 

CPT. JONATHAN PRICE 

BRITISH SAS

1985

PRESENT YEAR’

And soon, a new gravestone settled right beside it, with your name, year of birth and death. The promise written in stone.

‘WIFE OF CPT. JONATHAN PRICE’

~~end~~

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[trinitorettotrabanqueta]

Fandom Trumps Hate - 2024 offerings

Hey, everyone! I signed up as a writer for 'a few' fandoms. Here's the info:

Trinipedia Auction

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork Subtype(s): fan fiction (new) Fandom(s): Slam Dunk, Hazbin Hotel, One Piece, Kingsman, Marvel: Avengers, Captain America, Daredevil, Deadpool, Falcon & Winter Soldier, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Marvel Comics, Moon Knight, Spider-Man (live action), Venom, X-Men, DC: Peacemaker, Top Gun Movies, Suits, Stranger Things Highest rating: E Length/scope: 10 - 20k words. Minimum Bid: $5

Especially interested in: Alternate universe, amnesia, soulmates, time travel, time loop, mistaken identity, fake relationship, arranged marriage, secrets, first time, BDSM, drag queens, strippers, bar/diner owner, dancers, musicians, reality TV, enemies to lovers, bodyswap, tattoo parlor, coffee shop au, movie/tv shows/book rewritings, superpowers, mind reading, fantasy creatures, angst with a happy ending, sexuality crisis, internalized homophobia, meeting in chat, A/B/O, shapeshifting, misunderstandings, undercover, dubcon Slam Dunk: Sakuragi/Rukawa, Sendoh/Mitsui, Akagi/Kogure, Maki/Nobu Hazbin Hotel: Husk/Angel, Valentino/Angel, Lucifer/Alastor, Sir Pentious/Alastor, Sir Pentious/Angel One Piece: Luffy/Zoro, Helmeppo/Koby, Sanji/Zoro, Mihawk/Zoro, Luffy/Sanji Kingsman: Harry/Eggsy, Whiskey/Tequila, Merlin/Ginger (as secondary pairing, no smut), Lancelot/Ginger (as secondary pairing, no smut) Marvel: Steve/Bucky, Rumlow/Bucky, Zemo/Bucky, Tony/Peter, Wade/Peter, Wade/Colossus, Wade/Ajax, Tony/Bruce, Pyro/Iceman, Mr. Fantastic/Johnny Storm, Clint/Pietro, Marc Spector/Steven Grant, Venom/Eddie Brock, Venom/Spiderman Peacemaker: Chris/Adrian Top Gun: Rooster/Hangman, Rooster/Maverick, Maverick/Iceman, Harvard/Yale, Coyote/Bob Suits: Harvey/Mike Stranger Things: Steve/Eddie, Andy/Garreth, Mike/Will (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jonathan/Argyle (as secondaru pairing, no smut), Nancy/Robin (as secondary pairing, no smut), Robin/Vickie (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jonathan/Nancy (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jason/Eddie, Billy/Gator (character from Fargo) might be persuaded to write Steve/Billy or Eddie/Billy

Unwilling to address: Femslash, Het pairings, original characters, reader insert, gen stories, pre-slash, deathfic, unhappy endings, cheating, humiliation, scat, foot kink violence, threesome, polyamory, established relationship, permanent injury, mpreg, trans characters, genderswap, aging up or de-aging, first person, second person, original characters, miscarriage:

If possible, no pairings out of the ones I listed.

Other notes: I write slash stories, most of the time AUs, with high ratings and a lot of angst but they all have a happy ending.

Special interests: Canonically trans or nonbinary characters, Racebending, Ambiguous endings

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[nancydrewwouldnever]

There will always be the fans that follow Topher blindly and refuse to acknowledge his own problematic behavior and that will always be a dangerous thing.

When the time comes for him to shed the 110 lbs that is physically and mentally holding him back the damage would have already been done. Especially the fans who are in the groups that were affected by a certain attention seeker’s tweets.

For fans like myself who took notice of him because of his faux activism I’ll never be able to see with the same light like I use to. Even when his team decides to clean this up, his image will always be tainted. They should’ve expected something like this though. They thought it was a good idea for Chris to cosplay Captain America in real life and they should’ve expected the mask to slip at some point. Especially when they don’t have a Steve Rogers on their hands, they actually have a Johnny Storm.

I was around for the Jenny days too. I use to think there was no way that it would ever get worse than Jenny. He actually showed some growth from that relationship ending and I thought maybe he’s actually getting his shit together. Now we have the Portutrio and it seems never ending. When it’s all said am done maybe he’ll actually learn from this and see the damage his dumb dick decisions has caused him. I don’t have high hopes for him though.

Hey, not to be too glib, but I think Johnny Storm may have more self-awareness than Chris. And Johnny Storm is nothing but a fictional character, so that's saying something.

#ask

[docgold13]

No. Please don’t make Johnny Storm/Human Torch bi or pansexual. Enough is enough. He’s the straightest guy in the MU. This whole thing about making every character non-straight is getting tired.

Oh please…

I didn’t make anyone anything. Johnny and Daken had a romance in the pages of Dark Wolverine. Whether or not this romance entailed a physical component is mere conjecture. But take it up with Marvel… I didn’t write that series.

I’m straight and really don’t care about the sexual preferences of my favorite characters. For the life of me I cannot understand why it’s so important that fictional characters have the same sexual orientation as the characters’ fans. What an odd matter to get hung up on.

get over it

[chrisevansonly]

CHRISEVANSONLY FIC REQUEST LIST & INFO

REQUESTS: OPEN

Hi everyone, for those that don’t know me i’m robyn, or you can call me roro, ro or rue whatever you’re comfortable with! I’m not entirely new to writing, I used to have a wattpad, and used to write fan fiction here and there! So I figured why not start that up again!

Below I’ll list who I write for and any info you should need if you’re wanting to request a fic!

Characters/People I Write For:

Chris Evans

Andy Barber

Ransom Drysdale

Lloyd Hansen

Steve Rogers

Frank Adler

Ari Levinson

Johnny Storm

+the list might extend as time goes on!

*I will and CAN occasionally write for Sebastian Stan and a few of his characters too so don’t be afraid to ask anyway!!*

WHAT I WILL WRITE ABOUT:

Fluff

Angst

Light Smut (not 100% sure in my abilities with that yet it’s been a while)

I am kink friendly in my writing whether it is SFW or NSFW based so don’t be shy if you have an idea, there are some things I will not write about that you will find below!

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT:

Anything that is harmful or discriminatory to anyone

r@pe in detail or graphically, mentions of it will depend on the request, but I try to avoid so, as a person who has experienced this I do understand sometimes writing about it can help to heal and make someone feel more in control, but I do have to draw a line somewhere!

Underage/Minors (that’s a no no for me, unless we are talking about dad!chris or a fic involving siblings and children) Underage and Minor romantic relationships with any character or people on this blog is strictly PROHIBITED.

+ more to be added as we go!

Please feel free to request via ASKS or messages, I do prefer ASKS because then I can attach a fic straight to whoever requests!

IMPORTANT NOTE:

I am a full time Law Undergraduate student so If things take a little bit of time to upload please take that into consideration!

UPDATE SCHEDULE:

Monday-Saturday

Sunday’s will be Blog hang out days, and I’d like to introduce the concept of chatting with your favourite characters/people on here! So if you’ve got a question or just wanna chat to Andy or Steve etc hit up the ASKS and let’s make it a fun space!

-Ro🤍

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[starryevermore]

reigniting the flames (2) ✧ johnny storm

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pairing: johnny storm x fem!reader

summary: johnny tries to fix the mistakes he made.

word count: 1,378

warnings?: angst with...an ambiguous ending

sequel to putting out the fire

If there was one thing in the entire world that Johnny regretted, it was the way he broke your heart. Ever since that day, when you walked away, all he could think about was trying to find a way to make things better. To find a way to make it right. To fix the destruction he caused. But, he never saw or heard from you again. No matter where he looked, you were never there. And Sue would never tell him if she had heard from you or not, where you had gone to. Said that she didn’t think he deserved to know what you were doing. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps you were better off without him. 

But, now that Reed and Sue were back together and Ben had started seeing Alicia, he was painfully aware of just how lonely he was. How he had ruined his one shot at true love. Sure, there had been others after you had left his life. But none of them compared to you. No one set his soul, set his heart, on fire like you did. All he wanted was you, but because of his stupidity, he pushed you away. 

For a while, he was able to distract himself. Saving the world from certain destruction and all that. But there wasn’t always enemies to fight. There wasn’t always people who needed saving. Most days, he was by himself. And no amount of women or booze or other futile attempts to dull the pain would ever work. Nothing could ever take away the sharp pain stabbing at his heart. 

To the rest of the world, though, he was still the same old happy-go-lucky guy. The kind of guy who didn’t think too far ahead. The kind of guy who took risk after risk after risk. The kind of guy who didn’t think of the consequences. But he knew now that some consequences aren’t worth living through. 

“Alright kid, what’s the issue?” Ben asked as he took a seat at the table, pulling Johnny out of his thoughts. 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Johnny muttered, staring down at his bowl of oatmeal, before pushing it away. “I need to go.”

“Hold on,” Ben said. “I’m a lot of things, kid, but stupid isn’t one of them. You might not think we haven’t noticed something’s wrong, but we have.”

“Why does it matter? Nothing can be done about it.”

“So there is something. Care to share?”

Johnny shrugged, leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. “I...I did something really stupid.”

“I could’ve guessed that.”

“Do you remember Y/N?” Johnny asked quietly. When Ben nodded, he continued, “I...She told me that you liked me.”

Ben frowned. “Isn’t that a good thing? Everyone knew how—”

“I fucked up. I pushed her away. I ruined everything.”

“You sure about that?”

“Excuse me?” Johnny asked.

“Something tells me if you just went and talked to her instead of moping around like an idiot, things won’t be as bad you think.”

“You don’t what I said, what I did.”

“No, I don’t,” Ben agreed. “But I do know that you need to try.”

Johnny didn’t say anything for a moment, staring down at the table. He knew what Ben was saying was true. He knew that, he knew that he needed to stop feeling sorry for himself. If forgiveness was what he wanted, he would have to seek you out. He had to try. So, he pushed himself up, leaving, ignoring Ben’s question of where he was going. There was no time to waste. He might second guess himself if he waited too long. 

He found Sue, cornering her in the hallway, asking, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Like I’d tell you,” she said. “You broke her heart.”

“I want to make things right. Please.”

“Why should I even bother? We both know that you’ll run the second things get difficult.”

“Maybe I will,” Johnny admitted. “But, I might not. I don’t know what’s gonna happen. I just know that I need to see her, to apologize, to tell her that I fucked up and all I want to do is make things right.”

“You better not hurt her again.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

She sighed. “Fine. But you have to promise that if she tells you leave, you will. You won’t force her to relive that pain again.”

“I promise.”

The only thing standing between Johnny and you was a door. He’d gone to your apartment as soon as Sue told him where you’d moved to. But, now that he was there, the doubt started to creep in. He didn’t know if this was something he should do anymore. If him just being there was enough to open up old wounds that couldn’t be closed once more. 

But he also knew that he just needed to see if he had a chance still. So, he raised his fist, and he knocked on the door. 

A minute passed. 

Then two. 

Then three.

Just when he thought that you had seen him through the peep hole and decided that you didn’t want to see him, as he was about to leave, the door opened. And there you stood, as beautiful as ever. Oh, why did he let you go? Why was he so stupid?

“Oh. It’s you,” you said, starting to close the door. “I thought you were pizza.”

“Wait—” he said, sticking his hand out, keeping the door open. “Please, just let me...I would like to apologize.”

“What for?” you asked.

“You know what for,” he said. “Can I come in? I won’t be longer than a few minute. I just, I need to say it. Then I’ll leave.”

You looked him up and down, considering his words, before moving out of the way, letting him inside. He walked in, taking a quick look around. It was a nice apartment, decorated in all your favorite colors. His eyes paused on a table that held a framed picture of him, Sue, and you from prom. A smile creeped its way on his face. Maybe he had a chance. 

“Get on with it, Johnny. I have other things I’d rather be doing than entertain you.”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. Then, he began, “I fucked up. I fucked up horribly. I didn’t mean what I said, Y/N. When you said that you liked me, I was thrilled. But I also knew you were too good for me. That you could do better. That, even if I were to let you in, you would someday leave me for someone more like you. Someone who wasn’t a fucking idiot.”

“That wasn’t your decision to make,” you said. “You weren't the only one affected by that.”

“I know. And I regretted it the second I did it.”

“And yet you did nothing.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing, but Y/N, I was wrong.” He stepped close to you, reaching out to cradle your face in his hands. When you didn’t pull away, he said, “I was an idiot, but I’m done being like that. I just need you to know that I still care for you. I always will. And, if you’ll let me, I would like to have a place in your life once more.”

“Johnny, I don’t know if I can let you in again,” you said. “I don’t want to be hurt again.”

“And I can’t guarantee that won’t happen again. But I can promise you that I will try. I will try to be good for you. I will love you, wholly and completely if you’ll let me.”

You pulled away from him, tears welling up in your eyes. “I don’t know if I can trust you like that.”

“Then can we start over? As friends? Because I...I can’t live a life without you in it. Even if you aren’t mine, it’s better than nothing at all.”

You said nothing. For a moment, he thought you were going to push him away. And, if you did, he knew he would deserve it. But then, you said, “One chance. That’s all you get. Don’t waste it.”

“I promise you, I won’t.”

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[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: Volunteer Firefighter

This is another drabble for my @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ bingo card. The prompt I’m using today is firefighter.

When I saw this prompt, I knew this had to be Johnny Storm... if only for the complete irony of it.

For this I’m picturing Johnny as Chris Evans’s Johnny Storm but present day. In the movie in 2005, he was described as a young twenty something. Chris was 24 in 2005 so I’m saying that was Johnny’s age. So basically this is a 40 year old Johnny Storm who is more mature.

Title: Volunteer Firefighter

Pairing: Johnny Storm x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

“You’re a firefighter?” you say in disbelief.

“Why does everyone say it like that?” Johnny Storm asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is it really that hard to believe?”

“Well, yes,” you admit. “I mean, you’re known as the human torch. You can literally light your entire body on fire and fly because of that.”

“True,” he says. “But, that also means I am a great ally for the fire department. I can protect myself and others using my special abilities. And I can go into placed that other firefighters can’t get to because of the unsafe conditions.”

“Hmm,” you consider. “I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Neither did the fire department until I rescued six of their men trapped in a burning building,” Johnny stats. “After that, they made me an official volunteer firefighter. I even went through all the training.” He shrugs. “I need something to do with all my free time.”

“Once a hero, always a hero,” you tease.

"It’s a part of my DNA,” he says with a shrug.

#theycallmebecca #theycallmebeccawrites #johnny storm #johnny storm fanfiction #johnny storm fanfic #johnny storm fan fiction #johnny storm x you #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x y/n #Becca writes drabbles

[the-ce-horniest-book-club]

Johnny Storm Masterlist

All of the drabbles below are focused on Johnny Storm aka “Human Torch” from the Marvel MCU and some may contain sexual content.

These were all written as drunk drabbles (claimed prompts) and/or as part of an old fashioned drunk drabble session (write as many prompt based drabbles as you can in a set period of time).

Updated: 4/1/2021

Old Fashioned Drunk Drabbles

“Well, if you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt so much!” by @godofplumsandthunder​

#johnny storm #johnny storm fanfic #johnny storm fanfiction #johnny storm fan fiction #the ce horniest book club #the ce hbc #mastertlist

[webtrinsic1122]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Fantastic Four, Fantastic Four (Comicverse), Fantastic Four (Ultimateverse), Fantastic Four (Movies 2005-2007), Fantastic Four (2015), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Reed Richards/Susan Storm (Fantastic Four), Ben Grimm & Reed Richards & Johnny Storm & Susan Storm, Everett Ross & Shuri, Everett Ross & Johnny Storm Characters: Reed Richards, Susan Storm (Fantastic Four), Ben Grimm, Johnny Storm, Victor von Doom, Everett Ross, Bruce Banner, Nick Fury, Mike Snow Additional Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Post-Spider-Man: Far From Home, Mentioned Major Character Death, Infinity Gauntlet, Infinity Gems, Origin Story, Minor Original Character(s), Teenager Johnny Storm, Reed Richards acting as Johnny's Father Figure, Baxter Tower, Fights, Stitches, Johnny is a Pyro, Pyromania, Pyromaniac Johnny Storm, Fire Powers, SHIELD, Team as Family, Protective Team, Probably OOC but its my AU so..., Insecure Johnny Storm, Jealousy, Bullying, Restraints, Everett Ross is a good guy Series: Part 1 of The Fantastic Four's MCU Origin, with lots of Johnny whump Summary:

The world is having a hard time settling after those they lost for five long years are returned to them and Spider-Man is revealed to be a traitor to Tony Stark. New villains are creeping out of the shadows and the world is bereft of heroes with the Avengers either dead or retired.

This all changes when Reed Richards is entrusted with studying the left over cosmic radiation on the gauntlet that Tony Stark used to bring back half of all humanity. Four new heroes rise, one a little later than the rest. But it is he Johnny who manages to best the next up incoming mastermind: Doctor Doom.

 (First Part to an eight part series: My take on the Fantastic Four's possible connection to the MCU as we know it) (Lot's of Johnny Whump) {First Chapter is a short detailed outline of what you need to know to understand this AU including who each character is played by!}

#fantastic four #marvel #reed richards #johnny storm #ao3 #fanfiction #fan fiction #susan storm #ben grimm #john krasinski #emily blunt #taron egerton #david harbour #doctor doom

[sketzocase]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: X-Men (Comicverse), Dark Wolverine (Comics), Wolverine (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Daken Akihiro/Johnny Storm, past Daken Akihiro/ Romulus Characters: Daken Akihiro, Logan (X-Men), Johnny Storm, Romulus(past), Leonard Samson, Laura Kinney, Gabby Kinney, assorted X-men Additional Tags: Mental Illness, Delusions, Rape/Non-con Elements, Forced infantilism (past), Sadism, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Past Torture, Past Child Abuse, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Sexual Abuse, Past Drug Use, Past Brainwashing, Mental Instability, Mental Anguish, Mental Breakdown, Mental Institutions, Altered Mental States, Sex trafficking (past), fake worlds, Psychological Trauma, Sexual Slavery, (technically) - Freeform, Sex Tapes, Unconsensual porn, Jails, Rape Recovery, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Recovered Memories, Injury Recovery, Recovery, Delusional Thinking, Logan just REALLY wants to be a good daddy, Please read additional warnings before each chapter. :), Anorexia Summary:

Creating a fantasy world is good and all- until you get stuck there. Can Daken save himself and his 'world' when the 'monster' that's destroying everything he's come to know is a little more familiar than he realizes? When things hit a little too closer to home than he expected- can he face down the demons and nightmares and save the innocent life that seems so intertwined with his own?

#daken #daken akihiro #daken fic #daken/johnny #daken akihiro/johnny storm #ao3 update #a03 fic #fic update #sketzocase writes #x-men fanfiction #fantastic four fan fiction #all new wolverine fanfiction #x-23 fanfiction #please read tags and chapter 'before' warnings!

[theteller-marvelandtarot]

Just Kids (Peter Parker x Johnny Storm x O.C.) - Part One

Story Description:  Alexis Arsenault is trying her best to get used to being a sixteen year old superhero as her life continues to seemingly get worse and worse. She manages to get through with the help of her best friends and fellow superheroes Peter Parker (Spider Man) and Johnny Storm (Human Torch).

Part Description:  Alexis gets a surprise visit from Scrapper 142 and goes on the shortest month-long adventure of her life, making important connections in the process.

Warnings:  Swearing

-Valkyrie’s P.O.V-

The Grandmaster is looking for a new contender to become Champion, or at least to make the fights a bit more entertaining for himself and the rest of Sakaar to watch. Our current Champion, he’s a beast. This will be a difficult task indeed. The Grandmaster wants us looking in Earth this time for an underdog type of situation. This was a surprise, considering he usually never lets us leave. Finding out about the tracking device, surveillance cameras, and the destruct mode in the pod getting ready to go off any moment, that was not a surprise. The people of Earth, they are significantly weaker than the rest of the universe it seems. So this just makes the situation even more difficult. Or so I thought.

As I began my research I came across a news segment on Earth. Their satellites are ridiculously simple to hack into. I watch the segment on a hologram.

“Fifteen year old Alexis Arsenault is finding adapting to teenage life and puberty a little harder these days. After being attacked in an alleyway about two weeks ago, she claims to have these out of the ordinary abilities. We decided to check in with her at the gym to see these powers up close,” the news anchor says.

The camera cuts to a short, curvy girl with a toned figure in an all black, tight suit that covers her arms, legs, and half of her neck, and black boots. She looks so sweet, very smiley with perfectly white teeth, green doe eyes, fluttery lashes, rosy cheeks, freckles, long brown hair.

“So, Alexis show us what you’ve got,” he says.

She nods an starts doing her thing. I watch with wide eyes as this small girl from Earth kicks ass. She creates huge electricity shocks from her hands and eyes, she runs around the gym in a flash, leaving burn marks on the ground, she lifts the entire rack of weights with one hand, she starts to levitate effortlessly, she starts to replicate sounds that he displays to her, including speaking exactly like the reporter, she drags all of the weights to her.

“That’s some of what I can do,” she shrugs, seeming totally unfazed by everything that she had just done.

“Wow!” the reporter exclaims, “Tony Stark, if you’re watching, you may need this girl on your team!”

Alexis giggles. I shut off the hologram and go into a pod. I go to find this girl on Earth. I find her sitting on top of a tall building, scrolling through her phone. I hop out of my pod and keep it running.

“Who are you?” Alexis asks, totally aware of my presence and barely looking over her shoulder.

“I am from Sakaar. I need your help,” I tell her.

She looks into my eyes. I feel a weird sting in my head. She gives me a look as the feeling fades.

“You want me to fight The Hulk?” she asks me.

“Yes. You can defeat him, I’ve seen what you can do,” I assure her.

“Uh, I doubt that. As soon as you sell me to your leader you won’t give a shit whether I die or not,” she chuckles.

I throw one of the shockers at her. It sticks to her, and shocks her, but she does nothing. She gives me a look. So then I just hit her instead. I throw her into the pod and go back to Sakaar.

-Alexis’ P.O.V-

I wake up, strapped into a chair. I look around wide eyed as the chair goes through a weird tunnel, talking about some dude named The Grandmaster. Pure Imagination is playing in the background. My eyebrows are furrowed. I am so confused. I look around in confusion at the end of the aggressive tunnel that brings the illusion of falling in space.

“Where in the hell…?” I say to myself.

“Now, who do we have here?” the Grandmaster dude asks Valkyrie.

“A contender. I have a feeling she will be great fun for you to watch fight our champion,” Valkyrie smirks.

“Where did you find her?” he asks her.

“Earth,” she answers.

“Oh, she’s toast,” another woman smirks.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Valkyrie defends me.

“Scrapper 142, why don’t you take her out of those shackles and show her to the stylist and then show her to her, uh, room. Topaz, send off the units,” he says, getting up and walking over to me.

“Wow, what amazing markings on her face, and amazing eyes. Incredible. I want those eyes when she loses,” he says.

My eyes widen in surprise. Valkyrie comes over to me.

“Do not fight back just yet,” she tells me quietly.

I get up and follow her to some old guy with a whole bunch of scissors.

“This shouldn’t hurt a bit,” he assures me before he cuts my hair in layers to about my shoulders.

I sigh and she takes me to another stylist. The other younger guy puts on smokey black and red eyeshadow and winged eyeliner on my eyes, red lipstick on me, and a silver shimmer and silver stars on my cheekbones. Valkyrie takes me to a tiny, closet sized room. She hands me a different outfit.

“I am going to modify your suit a bit, make it resistant to your powers,” she tells me.

“I’m going to die, huh?” I ask her, tearing up.

“Whenever new champions enter the arena The Grandmaster tries to make them lose by setting off the shocker that’s on the back of your shoulder. It won’t affect you, so you’ll be able to have a better chance than the rest,” she tells me.

I nod and get changed.

“Do you really think I have a chance?” I ask her.

“I do,” she sighs.

“How did Hulk end up here?” I ask her curiously.

“A jet,” she says, glancing her eyes out the window.

I smile a little and nod.

“Didn’t know he knew how to fly a jet,” I chuckle.

She chuckles and smiles at me.

“This will be ready for you in a couple of hours. C’mon, I have to take you underground for a bit,” she tells me.

I follow her into a dungeony place with a bunch of dead bodies. I see a huge rock dude holding a goopy looking little dude. I look at them weirdly. Valkyrie leaves.

“Hello! My name is Korg. Would you like to join my revolution?” he asks me.

“Revolution?” I ask him.

“We want to leave. What brings you here?” he asks me curiously.

“I’m going to fight The Champion,” I sigh.

“Oh no! You will be the new Doug!” he says sadly.

“The new Doug?” I ask him curiously.

“Yes, he tried to fight the champion. He died and they put him in here. Poor Doug. He will be missed. He was a lot bigger than you, too,” he tells me.

I feel knots in my stomach.

“Oh, I love that… Very assuring…” I sigh.

“But I’m sure you are stronger than you appear,” he replies.

I chuckle and shake my head at him. I sit down against the wall and think of what to do. I need to give them a show, in case I don't win. This way they’ll want to at least keep me around long enough to think of how to leave. I just need to get into his head to find a weakness.

A few hours later, Valkyrie and Topaz come to get me. I put on the new and improved suit. Instead of all black it now has a soft blue and a bright red wrapped around my right around and left leg like a candy cane. I smile at the bit of color. Valkyrie puts some of my hair back into a braid.

“Which weapon would you like?” Topaz asks me.

“None,” I say.

“None?” she and Valkyrie ask.

“You need to pick something,” Valkyrie says.

“Fine. Um…” I pick up something that looks like a bat.

“Poor choice,” Topaz shakes her head.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to announce our next potential Champion. Straight from Earth, Alexis!” he announces.

Everyone boos as I walk out. I strut out into the pit, swinging my bat into a circle, throwing it up into the air, and making it levitate.

“Hey!” I yell, it echoing through the arena.

I use my powers to create the music and sounds of Larger Than Life by The Backstreet Boys. I use my powers to us the gravity to make random people from the crowd come down to the ring with me to dance along with my moves. Randomly, I can make people dance along with me, and I can bend gravity. I glance up and I can tell The Grandmaster is loving this. I send everyone back up to their seats, leaving my bat high in the air.

“Wow, incredible! Now, introducing, the long awaited return of our beloved Champion!” he announces.

Everyone cheers super aggressively as Hulk runs in. He’s not as big in person, which is cool. But I can really see his big ol muscles now, though. He laughs when I see him. Don’t make him angry.

“Holy shit, you look even scarier in person,” I chuckle awkwardly, trying to butter him up.

“You little! Puny human girl!” he laughs.

I glare at him. I take a big jump up, grab my bat, and smack him in the face, shattering the metal bat in the process in a quick, swift movement. I land back down as he composes himself again. He spits out some blood. I grin. Huh, didn’t think I’d even get this far. He roars and comes at me. I send electric shocks throughout his body. He lays on the ground for a minute, catching his breath. I look into his eyes as he lays there, digging deep into his thoughts, which is hard to keep his and Banner’s apart. I hold him back with the gravity as I see him have a soft spot for Natasha Romanoff. I struggle as he tries to fight back. I just need to hear her voice. I send a huge charge through his body, making him fly into the other side of the ring. I sense The Grandmaster will do something. I look back at him and see the thing in his staff starting to swish around. I use my gravity manipulation to make him unable to hold the staff, make the staff turn upside down, and then return gravity to normal so it falls and shatters. I send a shock through all of his guards, including Topaz, but leaving Valkyrie out.

“Hey, Big Guy. Sun’s getting real low,” I say to Hulk in Nat’s voice.

He freezes and looks at me in confusion.

“It’s me, Big Guy. She’s just a robot, I’m using her mouth as a speaker. You’ve got to let her go and hold of those guys coming down so she can come home, okay? That way we can come back for you soon. Okay?” I say calmly.

He looks up at all the guards and The Grandmaster. He roars and makes a bunch of dust fly. I make a run for it. I shriek a high pitched, deafening shriek the whole way so any guards will be destructed long enough for me to get to the jet. I see the electric wall and run right through it. I run to the jet and go inside.

“Please state your name,” it says.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

An error noise sounds.

“Natasha Romanoff,” I say in Nat’s voice.

An error thing sounds.

“Black Widow,” I say.

The error thing sounds again. I think harder into what I saw from Bruce.

“Natalia Romanova,” I say.

“Access admitted,” it says.

I shut the door and start up the jet. It’s out of fuel.

“Backup battery in affect,” it says.

I smile widely.

“Fuck yeah,” I say.

I see a sticker that says “JARVIS is my co-pilot”.

“JARVIS, take us back to New York,” I say.

Nothing happens. I fly it up in the air after fucking around with the buttons. I go remember Valkyrie’s memories and how to hack the Earth satellite. I see a little computer thing and use that to hack into Satellite 12486. I get onto the WiFi there. What am I supposed to do? Tell Tony Stark I’m in space and need help coordinating my way back? Well, it’s worth a shot I guess…

#peter parker #spider man #johnny storm #human torch #oc #tony stark #valkyrie #hulk #bruce banner #grandmaster #avengers #fan fiction #peter #parker #tom holland #marvel #mcu

[shititbe]

Anyway, Peter Parker is Bi, and I Won’t Be Convinced Otherwise.

Firstly, we have to get our bases covered. What exactly is Bi-sexuality? What is sexuality? 

Sexuality is defined as a persons identity in relation to gender(s) they are attracted to. Why is this important? Peter’s sexuality has never been specifically stated in the comics, nor in any other form of media. It’s assumed that he is straight because of his popular relationship with Mary Jane Watson in the comics, and the movies. 

Now that we have a bases for what exactly sexuality is and how it’s defined, let’s go over Peter’s partners. 

Obviously Peter and Mary Jane are a piece of comic book history. They eventually get married, though sadly, during the events of Civil War II (I think, don’t quote me) Peter and Mary Jane sell their marriage to Mephisto in order to save Aunt May

They later had their memories of their marriage restored, they have yet to get back together and it’s been a few issues if I remember correctly. Next we have Peter’s first, and most unfortunate love, Gwen Stacy. 

They dated in high school where she later died. Of course, Peter has dated other people (namely, Black Cat, Betty Brant, Carol Danvers, Anna Maria, Cindy Moon, Lian Tang, and so on). Since we have his known history of heterosexuality out there, we need to move onto another important part of Peter’s Bi-sexuality. An important implication in any media, especially queer media though, and that is the homoerotic subtext. 

Homoerotic subtext is important part of queer culture, a lot of the time it’s used to portray a characters queerness without saying it out (see: Dorian Gray by Oscar Wild or Great Gatsby By Fitz). In current decade, homoerotic subtext is often used for queer baiting or creating more realistic male friendships. 

So what’s the difference between someone creating a health male friendship (or a character comfortable in their heterosexuality) and implying a character is queer? 

Here are some examples of a healthy male character, both with himself and his friendships.  

Clearly he’s just taking the shit, and messing around with Reed. He’s comfortable enough (or as I like to see it, so traumatized because good god this guy has been Spider-Man since he was 15 good god that’s awful. He probably doesn’t care anymore). Here are some examples of Peter a little more than just a straight man shooting the shit. 

This has three meanings. Two of which I will take, one of which is just deeply embarrassing. Despite Peter’s history with humiliating events, I don’t think he would get his own spunk in his eyes. Leaving the other two options, he has experience getting spunk of - some kind - in his eyes, and/or he’s taking the shit again. Which is very likely. 

Kissing a cop? For....no reason? A little not so hetero of you Peter. 

You can practically hear his disappointment in his voice. Also could be read as taking the shit, but why would you. 

Making out with The Thing? Gay. 

This one is the most important. Peter is clearly tired, annoyed by his teammates (see wolverine being wolverine in the corner). Shits on fire, its mid battle, and Peter has the audacity to mutter “I hate men” to himself. The only people I have every heard say this in that was are lgbt and straight women, and lgbt men. This kind of expression only comes from people who date, or deal with men in a completely different world than straight men. Straight men use this phrase as an endearment, “Oh have you seen Bill today, I hate that guy.” “Man Jerry can do so many push-ups, I hate that guy.” Very different language, and implications (I also, obviously don’t know how straight men speak). 

 Now that we’ve gone over our bases, and homoerotic subtext. How else could we gather that Peter Parker is Bi? There are many tropes in media - queer media - that allure to a characters queerness. Like homoerotic subtext, there are ways to tell an audience something without specifically saying it. 

This is a gay wedding Peter went to in the recent comics. I don’t know if any of you have been to a gay wedding recently, but Peters face (the first panel above the wedding) is the same exact face I made at my first gay wedding. It’s the face of excitement for not only the couple, but for yourself. The hope that maybe, you too can actually be in a same-sex relationship. 

I’m also going to allure to queer tropes as stated previously. Such as the real, and fictional trope of lgbt people sticking together. Thousands of years of belittlement and oppression will make groups of people not want to wonder out, and subconsciously look for others like them. 

Johnny Storm (and Wade Wilson since he comes in later but I couldn’t find a picture of the confirmation) is cannon Bi-sexual (Pan-sexual). 

Their friendship is deeply homoerotic as most queer friendships in media and real life are. Johnny flirts with Peter on many occasions (saying his ideal women is a female version of Peter, inviting him over to watch is sex tape, and so on) and of course oh my god they were roommates. 

Some other popular queer tropes are: Found Family, Soulmates, and Enemies to lovers. Because it’s superhero related, this includes the Identity Porn tag as well.  

Peter Parker and Wade Wilson have a famous Love/Hate relationship. I mean, how could you expect anything less when your first meeting with this known mercenary is him throwing your civilian persona out the window of a car. Now, Wade still doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man in the current run of comics, but that doesn’t make anything about them any less gay. 

For the Found Family Trope: 

Because it’s Peter and Wade, their whole development can be read as Enemies to Friends to Lovers, so I wont bother backing that up because, uh, it speaks for itself. One panel really does to add that cause though 

I’m not going to explain what a free-pass list is.

The Soulmates part I know I have to back up. 

For SoulMates:  

Now this panel requires a little explanation. Wade kills Peter, not knowing he’s Spider-Man. Weasel takes over for Peter (they don’t know its him) so no one suspects he’s dead. Deadpool begins to feel guilty he killed his best buds best bud, so he tries to bring Peter back to life. Losing his stunning good looks (switching back to how he looked before Weapon X making his wife Shiklah estranged (then she married Dracula but thats beside the point)). Spider-Man is Peter’s “true self” or patronus for Harry Potter fans. Wade is stupid and hasn’t connected the dots yet, effectively making him the biggest simp in history. Seriously, who destroys their marriage for the c h a n c e for getting some with their idol? A Simp, that’s who.

Peter forgives Wade for killing him (and for saving him from killing their genetic daughter itsy-bitsy). If someone killed me they better be hot as fuck before I even thing about forgiving them. Ignoring Peter’s super sexy forgiving nature, uh, he’s kinda simping. 

Died in each others arms. Nothing else is needed. 

They’re heartmates. From what I read, the feeling has to be mutual in order for it to work. The witches (long story, comics are hard to explain) that captured deadpool were expecting his wife so they could get the headmistress back. Instead, they got Peter. Basically Heartmates = soulmates but chosen for you instead of chosen by you. 

To conclude my point: 

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. 

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