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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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👏 this is so exciting!…maybe she wakes up being surrounded by the elves watching her “sleep” & Santa Ari comes in to make them all introduce themselves before shooting them out to explain to her how being HIS is going to work. (Of course the naughty little elves are listening at the door)

hello! loved this request! I hope you like what I wrote.

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summary - you wake up in the north pole, being properly introduced to the men who keep breaking into your home and the giant man who is famously known as santa claus.

warning - fluff, slight attitude from some elves, swearing, slight angst.

You huff in your sleep as you feel something poking you, a small voice following. “Why isn’t she waking? We haven’t got all day.” You slowly blink your eyes open, squinting in the direction of a small man. “Ah! She’s awake! Motherfucker scared me!” Ransom jumps back, stumbling into the other men.

Lloyd rolls his eyes, annoyed with how dramatic Ransom is. They all stand around, letting Ari sit down next to you, watching as he brushes your hair out of your face as you blink up at him. “Don’t worry about them, darling. You’re safe.” He helps you slowly sit up against the headboard. Your eyes scan over the tiny men, feeling like Snow White when she woke surrounded by small men. “These are my little helpers.” He turns and motions his hands toward them, raising a brow when no one steps up.

Steve beams, excitedly moving forward with his tiny hand out. “Hi! I’m Steve! You helped me untangle from your lights, and I’m so sorry if I caused any trouble!” A slight squeal leaves him when you give him your finger to shake before he’s rudely shoved aside by Lee, who in return gets scolded.

“I’m Lee.” He crawls onto your lap, looking up at you with a snarl. “Everyone told me that I have to apologise for punching you in the face. So, I guess I’m sorry.” He grumbles as he crawls off, shoulders crashing into Lloyd’s as he moves closer.

“I’m Lloyd. I ain’t sorry for anything I did.” You stay silent as you take in their names, watching as Lloyd is pushed aside by a very excited elf.

“I’m Jake! I just have to say, you taste amazing, and I can’t get over it!” His cheeks turn a bright pink, the other’s facepalming. He slowly moves back, waving at you, causing a small smile to appear on your face from his cuteness.

Frank moves forward, “I’m Frank. I’m sorry for the mess I made when I tugged on your tinsel and for causing you to trip. It was never my intention to hurt you.”

“I’m Johnny! But the females call me Torch.” He gives you a wink before looking back at your underwear attached to him. “Oh yeah! These are also mine now! But I will be coming to collect more as your scent disappears.”

“I’m Curtis. I’m not sorry.” He shrugs, fixing the small pointed hat on his head, grumbling about how stupid he looks.

Ransom steps forward, clearing his throat and fixing the trenchcoat that fits over his stupid elf uniform. “I’m Ransom, the best looking out of all these idiots.” Small ‘Heys!’ Fill the room, most glaring at him.

Ari shakes his head. “Alright, out now. You know the deal.” He’s met with grumbles and whines but glares until they all walk down the stairs made for them and out the bedroom door. Shouts can be heard as Ari waves his hand and the door slams shut behind them. He rolls his eyes when he hears the elves press against the door, trying to hear inside.

He turns and looks at you. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?” You nod, watching as he grabs a glass of water and brings it to your lips. You smile, gratefully taking huge gulps, the dryness in your throat finally disappearing.

“I’m okay. Thank you.” Your eyes dance around the room, taking in all the pretty colours and the softness of the sheets, brows furrowed as you notice the colour. Ari’s chuckle fills your ears, and somehow it’s your favourite sound. “Why are your sheets the colour of Christmas? I mean… I get your Santa but don’t you want other colours?” You look up at him with wide, curious eyes.

“Not really. The elves were nice one year and gave me this as a present, so it’s very dear to me.” He smiles, hands stroking the soft sheets before turning toward you. “Now, I’m going to explain why you are here and what that entitles.” You nod your attention on him entirely. “I brought you here because you are now mine. I might share you with the elves if they are good, but other than that, you will be known as Mrs Claus.” He raises a brow, waiting for you to protest, but you just stare at him, blinking. “You will have freedom. This isn’t a prison, so if you don’t want this. You do have a say.” You watch him become nervous as he says this as if he’s waiting for you to reject him.

You smile, hand resting on top of his. “That sounds good, but I think I’ll stay. I’ve been so lonely for so long that meeting you guys was the best thing to ever happen to me.” His thick arm wraps around you, causing you to curl into his side. “At least I got one of my presents.” He wasn’t supposed to hear that, but he’s glad he did because, with a wave of his hand, a box appears in front of you.

“I also got you a pet or pets.” Ari lifts your head, his fingers under your chin as he stares deep into your eyes. “I’m Santa. Anything you want, you will get. Any weird thing you’ve dreamt of can come true. If you want a unicorn, you’ll wake to twenty outside.” And Ari spoke the truth because he’d give up being Santa to keep you by his side forever. “Now go on, open your present.”

You beam, looking down at the box. “Are you sure it’s okay in the box? There are no holes.” Your worried voice fills the room. You carefully pick up the gift and place it on your lap.

“There, okay.” He smiles, a sparkle in his eyes. Watching you unravel the ribbon and carefully pull off the lid. A gasp leaves you as you are met with some smiling faces and some grumpy faces. There in the box were the elves.

“Oh my god! They're so cute!” You stare at them in awe, your hand reaching in, feeling them grab on and hug it. “I feel they aren’t happy being wrapped in bows, though.” You receive nods from some of them and giant smiles from the other half.

“Can we take these damn things off? Why the hell are we in a box anyway?” Ransom grumbles, his arms crossed over his chest, watching the others touch your hand. A squeak leaves him when something touches his back. Turning, he notices your other hand touching him. Quickly looking up, he spots you staring down at him with a small smile. Not going to admit that it softens his heart a bit.

You turn and look at Ari, tears in your eyes and a smile on your face. “Thank you, this is the best present I’ve ever received.”

“Hey! What about thanking us?! Were the ones in the damn box!”

You peer down, chuckling. “Thank you, you guys are the cutest present I’ve ever gotten.”

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possibleplatypus · 2 years

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I just saw this article and I'm somehow even more disappointed.

But it turns out no one warned Captain America himself that a very personal piece of his history was about to be broadcast to the world. "I laughed my ass off," Ruffalo tells EW. "I'm like, 'Does someone need to talk to Captain America about this?' I haven't. I was afraid he was going to have it cut. Too late now, buddy. The cat's out of the bag."

Like... yes? He would have it cut because it's such bullshit? The fact that Chris who genuinely cares about Steve and who played that character for ten years wouldn't approve should've been an indicator.

Reducing Steve to jokes about his virginity is such a cheap shot. Avoiding that Sam is Captain America is too. I don't even know anymore.

My friend.... this is really funny, because I also just read this article today, and I was all geared up to write a rant about it when you popped into my inbox 😂

This is one of the most asinine articles I've ever read 🤣🤣🤣 and I've read quite a few in regards to certain characters in the MCU.

First to address your point about Chris Evans-- I do feel pretty bad for him. I think he genuinely connected to and cared about Steve Rogers as a character. From the interviews in which he talks about Steve, and particularly Steve's relationship with Bucky, I can tell he really put a lot of thought into Steve's heart and frame of mind, and I think he really made MCU Steve Rogers his. Certainly any new film incarnations of Steve will be measured up against Chris' interpretation, haha.

It's just... I don't think Chris would have wanted Steve to be disrespected like this. Ruffalo himself said he thought Chris would have put a stop to it. So it's distasteful that everyone would just go ahead and make obsessing over Steve's virginity a big part of Jennifer's character while laughing at it all the while. (I can't read Chris Evans' mind-- maybe he doesn't care, though I like to think he does.) As a big fan of Steve, Disney has not failed to disappoint me time after time, and this is just the icing on the cake.

And Sam, our new Captain America! Why does the MCU seem to forget that they have a new Captain America? Is it because they're spending all their energy marketing another Captain? 🤔 You'd think he would be of more note to a Manhattan lawyer's mind since he stopped freedom fighters antifa terrorists from killing the GRC members? Hell the Hollywood Reporter forgot and Chris had to remind them. I do feel bad for Anthony Mackie. 🤦 Silver lining-- at least She Hulk isn't obsessing over Sam's virginity??

And yes, I do agree that reducing Steve to jokes about his ass and virginity are a cheap shot. And it shows how puerile and insipid the MCU has become. They have nothing of note to say and they grab for anything that they think is funny, to the point of making jokes of their most beloved characters. I know they're aiming for the widest audience imaginable, including kids, but that doesn't mean they need to write like high schoolers (though tbh I know fanficcers in high school that write better than these guys). What mature adult honestly gives a such a huge crap about whether or not a (thought to be) deceased public figure and national hero had sex?

The first paragraph had me rolling my eyes already:

Jennifer Walters is the hero we all deserve, because in the very first episode of She-Hulk: Attorney at Law, she finally gets to the bottom of one of Marvel's biggest mysteries: Did Captain America die a virgin?

And it just gets worse.

As She-Hulk continues, viewers can expect to see more hilarious, meta, and, yes, horny moments like this. "The horniness! That stuff is my favorite," Maslany says with a laugh. She loved how Jen is obsessed with Captain America's virginity because "it's the human side of him, the real side, the thing that she would [relate to]."

You're telling me that Jennifer Walters, a lawyer whose opening scene showed her practicing her closing argument for a case against powerful business interests that caused the deaths of innocent people-- that Jennifer Walters, who was standing up for the little guy-- that this strong, compassionate woman, is "obsessed" with Captain America's virginity of all things because it's the "human, real" side of him that she would relate to?? Not the side of him that stood up against bullies at great detriment to his own well-being, even before he had the serum? Not the side of him that curled over a grenade to protect his fellow soldiers? The side that went into a Nazi death camp solo to rescue his best friend (and hundreds of other POWs) when the army left them for dead? The side of him that leveled a Nazi-infested US intelligence agency? The side of him that did exactly what she was shown to be doing right at the beginning of her own show??

I think @luna-rainbow said it best-- "to reduce “the human side of Steve” (or anyone, for that matter) to whether or not they fucked…is seriously superficial, intrusive and just pathetic."

But the actress admits she had no idea this was something Marvel fans have been wondering for years, adding, "I love that that's how everybody's thinking. In that vein of that question, there's a lot more Easter eggs like that throughout the season. There's something later that's a really great moment with a cameo that I won't say what happens, but it's basically like a walk of shame that's really funny."

I shudder to imagine what horrors await us.

And if any fans are wondering how credible Bruce's intel is, the debate can be put to rest: This is officially the true story of how Captain America lost his virginity. "We didn't set out thinking that we were going to be able to answer it," Gao tells EW. "It used to just be a running joke, that it's going to be a lifelong obsession for Jen, that this is the one thing that keeps her awake at night. It actually used to be in the show a lot more, where in every episode there would be some little reminder, like you'd see that her search history was this, and she was always in asides talking to other characters where everybody's reaction was like, 'She's talking about this again.'"

You're kidding me right? Does nobody on this team see how creepy it is for a grown woman to be obsessed lifelong with a dead man's sex life? Compare it to a random male character obsessing every night over whether or not Natasha had been a virgin when she died. And for this to be the thing that keeps her awake at night? Out of all the things she's experienced??

But then Gao got the definitive answer — and permission to use it — from Marvel's mastermind. "It was actually Kevin Feige who said, 'I know the answer. I can tell you. We can do the answer,'" Gao recalls. "And I was like, 'You have the answer, and we can tell everyone?' And he was like, 'Yeah.' So this is Marvel canon. This is straight from Kevin Feige."

SO IT WAS YOU, KEVIN FEIGE!!! Honestly when I read this I almost felt relieved. If it's Feige's own fatuous headcanon, I can ignore it. Why does the status of Steve Rogers' virginity take up so much of his headspace that he feels the need to insert it into a show that has nothing to do with him? And they were going to have it in every episode? Why?! PLEASE tell me they aren't doing that anymore. I don't want anyone in the MCU to ever utter Steve's name again.

#asks answered #she hulk #she hulk critical #steve rogers #kevin feige is such a creep #marvel meta #chris evans #disney keep steve rogers' name out of your mouth 2022 #long post #kevin feige stop creeping on steve 2022 #kevin feige goes to bed at night rubbing his hands and cackling about how he can ruin more beloved characters #mcu

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sotogalmo · 4 months

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8:05

Just thinking of CC and how FNAF4 is.

It's all psychological. Dreams, nightmares, Fredbear Plush talking.

Everything, almost everything about CC and FNAF4 is just how psychological kinda is with a child who has been psychological/emotionally abused by his brother, neglected by family, and hated/teased by everyone.

His, basically, only friend was his plushy: Fredbear. The one his father gave to him. His Father is his only friend.

But not at the same time. Father has caused his same damage as well. It's the same as Michael's, but not too much. So CC holds Father to a much better light then he does with Michael. Because at the very least Father apologizes to him, and gives him gifts. He did give him Fredbear, his most prized plushy.

God, if he were to ever be alive after the Bite of '83, he would most definitely have PTSD. No doubt about it. Even if the Bite of '83 never happened too. He would most definitely have to be in therapy for soso long. Until he gets at the very least normal

And honestly just to make it worse honestly. It's the 90s-80s. No one would ever want to see a grown man cry. It just doesn't suit them. 90s-80s and even now, is still very used to the fact that men don't cry. And when they suddenly do, they are treated like women in some cases.

I just know that CC was compared to a girl so much, that he started to believe he was a girl and all. And if he were to say that, people would call him weird. Worse then crybaby, or weird.

God, CC is not a mentally stable child. Not at all. I don't think it's so far-fetched to even say he's suicidal. Because if I were to ever be in his place, best believe that I definitely would be suicidal. He was psychological/emotionally abused by his brother, neglected by family, and hated/teased by everyone. Why wouldn't anyone be suicidal, from that? Hell, would anyone even be stable? I sure as well don't think anyone would be stable

CC is such a tragic character, and I think we need to explore that so much more

#time diary(?)#audrey/kellie's time diary #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #tw abuse mention #tw abuse #i am not demonizing micheal. afton family is a fucked up one. every implication can be true. almost every theory can be true #every hint to what happens to the afton family can be true #and to me. fnaf is silly but it works so well with tormenting people. its more psychological horror then anything. but also fridge horror #but yes. fnaf is a psychological horror story to me #and honestly. i kinda like how some of the characters are written. in some ways. they are all so human. so human its disgusting #fnaf 4 #crying child fnaf #fnaf crying child #crying child afton #evan afton #chris afton #i have adopted some stuff from lets-ignore-that's FNAF AU. i just like how their au is .... its soso cool #and then just thought so much how 90s-80s were with standards. and boom. you have some suicidal child who is #scared to die yes. but wants to die and it would make the world a better place. yet he wants to live his life. etc etc yk??#tw suicidality #cc my son ..... be deserves soso much #resson why I'm talking bout him now is cuz im making a fic for him. and god he makes me crazy

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evansbby · 5 months

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I have a question

What happens if Chris evans openly supports Isnotreal?

Considering you are muslim and you support Palestine?

And Ari is a zionist.

You probably won’t answer this because you definitely don’t care.

Okay?

#I don’t need to prove anything to you 😂😂😂#not me writing paragraphs and paragraphs explaining to the Zionist anons who kept trying me #not me speaking straight from the heart about all the atrocities I see daily online of the genocide #not me fighting Zionists in both my inbox and especially my dms #just for you to say ‘you don’t care’#lmfaoooo okay ??#bestie we’re on the same side here why must you be awful and insinuate things like a fucking weirdo?#anyways I already don’t like Chris Evan and everyone knows that #I’ve expressed on here my fear of him supporting isr*el #I even said why can’t he be more like mark ruffalo #you’re insinuating I’ve never spoken about this which is so confusing to me #bc I have….#more than others anyways and that’s the truth #anyways to answer your question if Chris supported isr*el I would not be his fan anymore #ari is a character and we all recognise RSDR as a problematic movie #good thing Ari isn’t real right!#everyone likes him for his looks anyways #anon

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dungeonpuppykai · 3 months

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I am literally so subby and horny for Andy Barber rn.

Someone help.

I love him so much omg.

#need him to ruin me #after bending me over his knee because come on its andy #andy barber fic #andy barber #andy barber smut #andy barber imagine #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans characters

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 2 years

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Feeding The Flames: This Is Dolce...

Summary- Johnny Storm x You. 2.3k. Johnny looks so good on stage at a ceremony in that suit. Yes, THAT SUIT. It just stirs something in you that you need to have taken care of right away, which leaves the two of you sneaking off once again.

Warnings- Male receiving oral, like one moment of name calling, choke hold because lately that has been my thing. 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- self indulgent piece due to some discussion with @americasass81 and @justalonelyslytherin discussing Johnny Storms Suit Thank you for reading. Sharing and comments are so appreciated!

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You and Alicia proudly watched from your table in the front while both of your men, as well as Sue and Richard, were giving a recount of events as well as the findings that resulted from that mission to a NASA hosted function.

You leaned to your friend, whispering softly to her to not disrupt the speech Richard was currently giving about the energy levels needed to result in such drastic physical changes to the team.

“Ben is looking like he is handling it well.” You mentioned, watching as he gave shy little waves at the camera's flickering lights. Alicia smiled proudly.

"Ben was really nervous this morning about it, but we worked through it. He is slowly starting to see how special he is.” You were so proud of Ben, out of everyone, his reaction had come at a big cost for him. Seeing him embrace who he was now was a big step, one that you admired him for. He handled the questions thrown out at him like he had been doing this all his life. Alicia tilted her head, listening to the crowd around the two of you. “How is Johnny doing?”

You snorted as you took a sip from the mojito gracing your table. “He is fine, he loves that spotlight.” Sure enough, Johnny was happily answering questions directed at him, his hand smoothing down the front of his black suit on occasion. The action made you grin to yourself, recalling how earlier he tore through the closet debating about which to wear.

“I wanna look good Y/N.”

You had been sitting at your vanity applying your makeup, the dress you chose already hanging and waiting for you. “Johnny, you look good in any of your suits.” You stated as he gave a bit of a whine in frustration, pulling out another and stuffing it back. You knew that this was important to him so you took some pity on him. “You know which one I absolutely find you handsome in through, that Dolce.”

“Dolce… Dolce… Dolce…Oh yes, that is a good one.” He muttered as he pulled it out and held it up to look it over, a sly grin growing on his face. “Wasn’t this the one…?”

“Yes, yes it was.” You winked at him in the mirror as you were applying your foundation. “Can’t look at you in that suit without thinking about that night.”

It was settled, Johnny donned the suit of your suggestion and now admiring him in it on stage, you couldn't help the way your body responded. The white shirt clung to his chest, the black suit jacket made his shoulders really filled out and broad looking and the long dark pants gave him a long-legged appearance that you just knew his ass looked perfect in if he would just turn around.

And there it was, he tilted just enough to take a picture with his sister on the stage and you had to bite your lip. Your man had an ass you simply wanted to sink your teeth into and have on occasion.

“I think they are finishing up?” Alicia questioned from next to you, the requests starting to die down and more flashes of cameras as the group posed together. They started to trickle off the stage for now.

“Yup, they are coming back over right now.” You beamed at Johnny as he rejoined the table, his hand sweeping along your bare back and dropping a kiss on your mouth. “You guys looked great up there.” you directed the compliment at everyone.

“Thanks, the questions this time were really interesting.” Richard started, you nodding in agreement while your hand fell beneath the table, giving Johnnys thigh a suggestive squeeze while brushing your hand against the front of his slacks.

Next to you, you felt some heat radiating from him, a clear sign that he got the message. Now, you wanted him now. He was quick to glance at your drink. “Come on, let's go refill your drink.” He grasped your hand and tugged you from your seat, leaving behind the rest to converse as he steered you away from the bar, you were sure there must have been a heated mark in the dip of your back where he had his hand resting, steering you.

You were about to head to the parking lot, figuring that he was taking you to the limo when he twisted the two of you around the back of the front desk and crashed into the coat room. You wasted no time in turning into Johnny, hands cupping his face as your lips planted on his hungrily. “I thought you were going to the car.”

“You looking at me like that and how am I supposed to get to the car Y/N?” He tilted his kisses to run down your neck, hands clasping your ass through your dress to arch you into him. “Coat room is the best I can do right now.”

Your eyes closed at those heated nips at your pulse, bracing against him as you rubbed into him. “It works, add it to our bucket list.” You wrapped a hand in his hair and tugged, pulling him back to kiss him hungrily again, your tongue waring with his while you moaned at the taste of him. A taste you wanted more of. “I need you to fuck my mouth, Johnny.” Pulling away, you push him back enough to bounce against the hanging coats, hiking up your dress so you wouldn't get it dirty.

“Wait!” Johnny tugged on someone's jacket, tossing it down while you kneeled in front of him, looking up at him with ruined lipstick and excitement. Maybe later you would feel bad about dirtying someone's jacket, maybe later you will look back on this moment and wonder why you didn't have more self-control to wait till you get home. But that was all later, now everything filling your vision was Johnny standing over you, wild blue eyes blazing almost black with excitement and swollen pink lips where you two were messy in your kisses. “Fuck Baby, I’m gonna ruin your lipstick.” He was unbuckling his belt, his bulge so close to your face that you ran your nose along his shaft through the pants while fumbling with his zipper.

“Just don’t ruin my hair.”

“I can’t make promises.” He stuttered while you yanked his pants down enough to have room. His cock tenting his briefs now, you moved those too, wrapping your hands around him and rubbing your palms against velvet soft skin, throbbing veins and lapped your tongue over his swollen red mushroom top to taste salty pearls leaking from him already.

“If you dont, I wont forgive you.” You assured him before your lips wrapped around him to suck. Your eyes were still lifted to watch his reaction, which was just as you hoped.

His jaw tensed and his eyes just about went cross while his body tensed in the suit, your hand braced against a muscled thigh confirmed that. “Shit.” He muttered as you pulled back to kiss and lick all along his shaft, spitting to get him good and slick so your hands could work him. In his best efforts, he braced his hand against the nearby wall, doing everything he could not grab your hair. You appreciated his efforts, considering you worked hard to look good tonight. “Woman you are gonna make me lose it.”

“That's the plan hot stuff.” You directed your mouth to suck kisses against his adonis belt, lapping your tongue along the crease till he gave a grunt above you and a warning look, making you grin. Settling back a bit more, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue to press his cock into your mouth, still working him one handed around his wide girth. A series of cusses erupted above you that felt like praises.

You loved destroying Johnny like this. Sucking him off was one of your favorite acts of service you performed on him and everytime hearing him just loose his control, even a little bit gave you the rush you thrived on. Your hands worked what your mouth couldn't fit.

“I know you can fit all of me.” His tone dropped, no longer the fun loving Johnny that was out on stage earlier. But a commanding one that had you squirming in your kneel. A warm oversized hand cupped the side of your face, feeling how you stretched around him. His hand dropped, squeezing lightly around your throat. “Come on Babygirl, lemme feel you swallow my cock like a good slut does.”

You could have came right there, feeling a rush in your panties that clung to your folds, your hands fisting in his pants to steady yourself as you whined needily, your gaze going from triumphant to a desperate pleading.

Yes, yes you wanted to be his good slut, a good slut swallows. You relaxed and did your best, gagging around him as he praised you, fucking into your throat just a little more each time. "I bet your pussy is just throbbin', huh baby? You are so fucking ruined looking already."

Tears leaked from the corner of your eyes and your makeup now was ruined as messy as you have gotten, but you relished in this, watching him above you while he took over to finish, knowing that he would shoot his load down your throat and all while someone could burst through that door to collect a coat to find you here on your knees worshiping him.

The things that Dolce suit could do to you.

“I'm gonna come down your throat.” Johnny hissed, his head tilting back and adam's apple bopping in time with his thrusts. Your face pressed into his pelvis, your hands wrapping around his thighs to keep upright so he wouldn't grab you, it was at the last moment you felt him grab at the back of your head and pull you back enough to fill your mouth. “Fuck…” He stuttered as he immediately let go while you jerked him off, doing your best to swallow his spend down so you two didn't have a mess to figure out how to clean up. “I'm sorry Baby, I didn’t mean to.” Johnny stammered as your tongue lashed over his cock's head, panting for air.

You weren't upset, if anything you wished he had pulled harder now, left you unable to fix it. Let everyone know what he did to you. When you let him slide from your mouth, you glanced up, your eyes widening in alarm at the smoke curling off his shoulders. “Johnny! You are smoking.”

“Why thanks baby…” He started and you frantically shook your head, pointing at his shirt. “Oh shit!” He smacked at his chest to smother it, scowling at his shirt as you giggled at his feet. “This is the Dolce!” Johnny sputtered with a scowl before glancing at you, while you covered your mouth in an attempt to keep your giggle smothered. “I got so damn worked up.”

“It’s just the shirt, everything is else is still intact. Can you fix my hair?” Johnny worked on fixing your hair that he had messed up, luckily it wasn't too bad. You tucked him away before taking his offered hands to help you up. “How is my makeup?” You ran a finger along your bottom lip, cleaning off the last of his release.

Eyes scanned over your features, his fingers tracing along the tops of your cheeks. “I mean… yeah you looked fuck but it's not too bad.” He turned to search in some nearby jacket pockets for a pack of travel tissues that he finally scored. “Tilt your face up so I can clean you up Y/N.” He was careful wiping away any smudges he could, trusting him since you didn’t have a pocket mirror. Your purse you had left in Alicia’s care when you two left the table. “Okay, best I’m gonna be able to do. Fuck you look hot.” He grinned while you straightened your dress.

“Don’t start or else you are gonna burn the rest of your suit.” You reached for the jacket to smack out any dirt you got on it. “It’s not too dirty, right?”

“Nah, it’s fine. Probably not even the worst thing that's happened to it.” Johnny informed, but tucked a twenty bill into the pocket, just to make up for it. He was working on buckling his belt when his name started to be announced once more.

“Johnny Storm, can you please approach the stage?”

You both looked at each other in surprise as you got the door open, pushing him out of the coat closet. “Hurry up, before they come looking for us.”

Johnny wasn’t about to enter the main room once more without you on his arm, he hooked his arm around your waist, hand heatedly resting on your hip as he led you back into the main event, sliding back into his public face, good natured smile putting everyone at ease for his absence.

You on the other hand, flustered and still coming back from what just happened looked slightly sheepish while he brought you back to your seat. “Be right there!” He said as he cupped your face, giving you a very passionate kiss, which of course the camera was honed in on. It took your breath away, making you clutch for a moment at his suit before he pulled away, dropping to your ear. “I’m so going to ruin your pussy in the limo later.” With a wink, he let you go, leaving you at the table to imagine what he had in store for you after this was over.

Alicia slid a drink over to you, which you took to sip from, letting the alcohol burn in a way only it could. “One day you two are gonna get caught you know.”

You looked up at the stage to see no one on there was the wiser as to what you and Johnny had been up to, he had managed to hide the slight burn mark on the shirt. Sue and Richard were distracted by the photographers and Ben looked like he was ready to be done with all of it at this point. Johnny, well Johnny looked like he always did- like he was a professional at working the crowd.

“But today is not one of those days Alicia.” And you downed the rest of the glass.

#feeding the flames #johnny storm #johnny storm au #fantastic four au #johnny storm x you #johnny storm x reader #chris evans characters #mcu au #amber writes #sweater writes #fantastic four #johnny looking damn fine in his dolce suit #but its dolce!#i love him your honor

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watching snowpiercer for the first time and it's a good movie! lots of stuff. i try not to nitpick characters but why was chris evans so disgusted by the bugs being the protein bars, like baby you're on a closed train and everything outside of the train is dead. bugs are one of the least horrifying sources of protein. chris are you listening to me

#mary emma talks #i am somewhat biased by having recently read both the hunger and tender is the flesh but #i know i've heard his name many times but unfortunately chris evans is one of those people where i can't learn his character names anymore

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His Sunshine, Chapter 2

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: murder, mentions of gun violence, mentions of blunt trauma, mentions of anger/aggression, manipulation.

Three Years Ago

“So where are the two of you going?”

I shivered, leaning into Six’s side as the creepy man who was supposed to forge some identification for us glanced at me in a very leading way. His arm wrapped tighter around my waist and it felt almost as though he were protecting me from a new threat; one that he hadn’t anticipated, “is it any of your business?”

“Just saying…most pretty young things aren’t …this young…unless they have something to hide. But then again…you don’t come to me for normal things, Six…do you?”

“She’s sixteen,” he grumbled, pushing a wad of money at the man, “Just get us our fucking information, keys.”

“What are you thinking of, Sunshine?”

The man smirked, handing off the sets of ID and passports, “Just a sweet young couple…newlyweds. Hope that’s alright for ya, six?”

“Fine!” he said firmly, ripping them out of the man’s hands and shoving them in the bag. He tossed him a smaller wad of cash and looked to me, “we have to leave…now.”

And we were quick to leave the set of tunnels that led us down to his little underground hideaway. My left arm throbbed, and I knew that it was my soul mate mark.

My heart yearned for the beautiful, dark man who I’d met. The one who was coming for me.

The fact that it throbbed meant that it was closer than Six was probably comfortable with…which was why we were running away so swiftly.

Because of him.

Lloyd Hansen.

I touched my arm out of pure instinct and I felt a fire igniting in my belly. My stomach became warm, and it felt like a comfort. Like his arms would wrap around me and keep me safe if I uttered his name.

Six ripped my right hand away from my forearm and shot me a glare.

The fire disappeared, and it was like I was left alone in the cold. I frowned and he shook his head.

“I told you not to do that,” he growled at me, “when you do that, he can feel you. He can’t have you…and a man like him, trust me when I say that you don’t want a man like him as your soul mate sweetheart. We can’t let him get to you, Sunshine!”

“Sunshine.”

I looked up to six who was sitting across from me at the small café table. His brow was raised at me as he studied me, his coffee long forgotten.

“I-I’m sorry. What were you saying?”

“You look lost in thought…what are you thinking about?”

“S-sorry. This is all just so new…I’m not used to this.”

“What is? Being in Paris?”

“I thought we were going to South America.”

“Why did you tell him we were going to South America on our honeymoon?” I asked nervously, stopping him from dragging me along to the main street.

“Sunshine, we have to go!”

“I want to know the truth, six? Why that weird man? Why the fake information? Why all the lies? What’s so dangerous about Lloyd Hansen.”

He rushed me, putting his hand over my mouth, “don’t say his name…not when we’re still in Keys’ domain…if he hears he-“

“Well tell me then…why, Six?”

“If I told him that I was hiding you in Paris…if Lloyd gets to him…Sunshine…you’re far too young and innocent to understand the type of man that your soul mate is. But he is dangerous….and he’s got a reach that he’ll use to find you.”

“Then explain it to me!”

“One day…when you’ve grown up…I will.”

“Why won’t you tell me about Lloyd?”

He frowned, “we aren’t talking about him, Sunshine?”

“I want to…” I said slowly, “you’ve been hiding me in Paris for a few weeks now…and we still haven’t seen my parents…is Lloyd really so bad? I-is he as dangerous as you’re saying?”

“Stop saying his name and drink your coffee…we’re supposed to be blending in.”

“I want some answers, six.”

He shot me a look, and my gaze went to my espresso. I sighed, looking at the dark liquid, my thoughts going back to him.

“You’ve had nearly a whole pot of coffee, Lloyd,” I giggled sweetly as I leaned against the counter and admired him. There was something about him and it made me feel like a moth to a flame as I became entranced by the stranger, “are you going to order anything other than that? I feel like if you don’t eat, you’ll start bouncing off the walls soon enough.”

“I don’t need a thing to eat…not when the sweetest thing in town’s been giving me her company all afternoon.”

I blushed and looked away from him, “Mr. Hansen…you’re trying to charm me…aren’t you?”

“It depends on if it’s working or not.”

“And if it was?”

I barely got to answer when my father came through the kitchen doors and stopped dead in his tracks. Lloyd gave him a shit-eating grin from the counter, and I turned, quickly grabbing the coffee pot and re-filling his cup.

“Well hey there, Frank…long time no see. See you got a sweet little thing working the counter for ya!”

“Lloyd.”

“D-do you know him, daddy?”

“Daddy?” Lloyd asked playfully, taking a sip of his coffee, “I didn’t know you had a little girl, Frank…and one so beautiful at that…”

“Sunshine, go to the kitchen and help your mother with the pastries.”

“Oh…but Lloyd didn’t get to order.”

“Oh, Lloyd knows exactly what he wants,” Lloyd said with a smirk as he looked at my father. Then he turned his attention back to me, “go on Sunshine…help your mother with the pastries…we can always chat later…okay?”

“Okay,” I smiled sweetly, “I’ll see you later, Lloyd.”

“I’ll see you later, Sunshine.”

Six’s phone dinged and he looked at it nervously before turning his attention towards me, “we have to go…grab your coffee…we have to go now!”

“But, I-“

He ignored my protests and grabbed my arm. We were racing through the crowded Parisian streets, and in a blur we were at the safehouse, running up the steps, “pack one bag, Sunshine…whatever it is that you think you need, get it now. We’re leaving in five minutes.”

“Fi-five minutes?” I asked quickly, following him as he went to his own room. He grabbed a laptop and opened it, typing in an encryption. I gasped as a screen came up, “s-six…what is that?”

“You want to know what is so dangerous about your soul mate…here,” he grunted, catching on that I wasn’t going to pack a bag, “this is why you need to run from Lloyd Hansen.”

My breath caught in my throat.

The men that had been with my parents were bound and gagged, right next to my parents, who were tied to chairs. My father had blood running down a cut on his brow. Lloyd stood in front of him, a gun in his hand, “where the hell is she, Frank?”

“I-I don’t know, Lloyd!” he sobbed. Lloyd growled and thrust his arm down, catching my father with the butt of his gun. I jumped hearing the heavy thud, my heart racing. Lloyd walked over to my mother and held his gun out at her head, “We-we don’t know. Please…we don’t have her…”

“Well then…ain’t that a damn shame!” he growled, pulling the trigger.

My eyes went wide, and a small whimper came from my chest as my mother’s frame slumped in her chair. I felt like I was going to be sick watching the events unfolding.

“Want to try again, Frank?” he yelled in my father’s face. My father began to sob even hard until Lloyd grabbed his chin, “I don’t appreciate being fucked with, Frank. I want Sunshine. I want my god damned soul mate. SO STOP HIDING HER FROM ME!”

“I don’t know where she is!”

“You know what, Frank…I believe you…I really do,” he frowned dropping my father’s face. He went back and leaned against a table, sighing to himself, “and that’s unfortunate…because that makes you absolutely useless to me…”

“Lloyd, please.”

“Because you’re her father…I’ll make it painless,” he said firmly, “I gave the same courtesy to your wife…just know…I’m very disappointed in what you did…you’re causing your daughter, and our future children to be deprived of a loving set of grandparents. But that’s all fine…I suppose…one less loose end. It’ll just be her and I…and our perfect little children…don’t worry…I won’t paint you as the villains that you are, by keeping her from me.”

And with that he pulled the trigger.

I gasped as my father’s body slumped as well.

“Gentry had to have told one of them something about their next move,” Lloyd growled, glaring at the three people who’d been assigned to watch over my parents, “take them to the room. See who wants to talk.”

My heart raced, and it felt like I was going to have a panic attack. My arm naturally reached for my mark, and Lloyd stopped moving. He froze for a moment before turning and looking at the camera. I shuddered as I felt the warmth flooding my stomach yet again. He put his gun down on the table and took a few steps forward, his own hand reaching to caress his mark.

A shiver ran up my spine, and I felt a deeper connection that I had ever felt before. It felt like I could reach out and touch him.

“I didn’t want to do it, sunshine,” he said quickly, his eyes lighting up as he stared at the camera, “but he forced my hand. They all did…I’m not mad at you…I want you to know that. I just want you here with me. I want my little soul mate by my side…I just want you to be safe, Sunshine…tell me where you are, baby…we can do all the things you ever dreamed…side by side…”

“SHIT!” six hissed, pulling my hand from my mark, “Damn it sunshine, what did you do-“

“You think showing her who I really am will scare her away, Gentry?” Lloyd scoffed, “Sunshine is mine…her heart…her soul…even her sweet little body belongs to me. I am her comfort. I’m her happiness…she feels it when she touches that mark…al the love we have for one another…it won’t change that…give her back to me, Gentry and this all goes away. Your agency will only protect you for so long…and you know who comes when they are done with you…so just be smart for once and give her to me.”

I took a few steps back, not wanting to see what was going on anymore. My heart and head were in two places. I watched as he gently touched his mark. My breath hitched in my chest momentarily, “I’m going to tear him and everything he loves apart for taking you from me, Sunshine…he ruined everything…but don’t you worry your pretty little head…once I have you in my arms…once I know you are safe, he’s got a bullet from me with his name on it.”

Chapter 3

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