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[ronearoundblindly]

Heat Tank

Johnny Storm x ghost!reader from the Phantom Pleasure series

One of my Valentine's Fics for 2024. Prompt: A kiss in relief. WC 782

Summary: Though you've grown closer, Johnny has spent months unable to touch you. As a spirit, you are attracted to heat, so there's a chance his energy can actually offer you a form--if only temporarily--for him to see and feel. This is Johnny's first chance to test the Heat Tank.

The science of the structure makes no sense to Johnny, but he knows he has permission to go supernova while inside. The venting and dispersion will work for a prolonged period, and as an unexpected bonus, Richards was able to channel the energy to heat the entire block.

Johnny doesn’t care about that.

Why he needs the Tank is vague, but the Four know Johnny rarely asks for technology unless absolutely necessary. If it can help prevent any direct damage to the brownstone or the neighborhood, Reed and Sue are on board.

The apparatus is simply a more powerful version of the original assessment chamber in the Baxter Building, less the flaw where his maximum temp can melt the walls.

Johnny does the song and dance, listens to the explanation of controls—door stays locked until a specific sensor reads below 110* F—and then dismisses Reed and his sister to go out to dinner or whatever it is they do. He doesn’t pay attention after the necessities. 

He contemplates inviting you in verbally, but instead lights his hand. That’s your ghost-equivalent of an attractive offer: concentrated heat. If this works at all…

As soon as the thick door shuts, its pitch black save for his hand, and Johnny stokes the fire. He gets more and more nervous, letting the smooth, gradual increase boil atmosphere like a frog in the pot, until the first shapes of you lick through the distortion.

You’re here.

You’re really here—right there within reach—and he pushes for more, more heat, more pressure, more you.

There’s not one whole part of you that becomes clear first; it’s wisps of a hip, a curve of a jaw, leg. He simply watches intently, unable to hear over the roar of flame around him—around you both.

But he can hear your voice in his head so clearly, joking, poking fun at his needless intensity, his perpetual impatience.

Johnny…

I’m always here.

I’m not going anywhere.

You aren’t though. He wants more. For once in his constantly un-alone life, he wants just one thing: to see you, to be with you physically.

Then you’re there.

Suddenly, the nuance of oranges curve over every inch of you, and Johnny’s body feels hotter than it’s ever been, in pain or pleasure, in fear or safety. He’s on fire inside and out.

He hardly imagines what your skin will be like in his palm because the burnt clay undertone of it seems hard. If Johnny’s learned anything about you, “hard” would describe none of it. You’re malleable like amber and fragile as rust.

The shared presence of blood-red is the most you and Johnny have ever had in common to date, and yet he feels a connection in the destruction, the dispersion of his life-force. If only he could truly give himself to you…

His bare foot steps forward in a cloud of plasma and smoke, sliding through the blaze.

He is the only source of oxygen now. There is nothing but Johnny to galvanize life within the Tank, and he has a goal.

Touch her.

That’s all he has to do: suffer and incite thousands of degrees for a corporeal taste.

Just one. Just one touch. Just touch her.

But Johnny Storm has never settled for the bare minimum. He steals the whole show. He shoots all the way to the stars. He can’t be held back, and there’s no one who cares to hold him back.

Before he can close the distance between you, your arm raises, a palpable hand resting on his chest which he greedily covers with his own and continues. Onward to you. Nearer. Hotter. Sooner. Until he arrives, lips kissing the beautiful, pouting plume of your lips.

To his utter delight, you feel…cool like fog rolling over his molten skin, and his lungs fill with the contradiction, veins opened wide to the shock of dopamine injected by new.

Johnny’s power makes him impose on others—on the world—because he controls the climate around him. Climate never fights back.

You do. You can affect him, and he’s instantly addicted.

He’ll fuse straight to your soul if you let him. He’s that far gone in seconds. The chain reaction simply floods through him, and he pumps more and more heat out to keep you tangible.

He’ll die without friction. He can’t imagine living without.

He presses, smelting your essence into his memory and hoping.

Stay, he thinks. Stay even when I burn out.

The hand on his heart squeezes, a cool rock to rest his sweating skin upon.

You’re a balance. You can keep him grounded even after all the hot air of this life floats away.

A/N: well, I'm really praying that read as interesting rather than confusing because I've had to come up with odd ways to describe how Johnny and a ghost can interact. Had this idea for Reader to be attracted to heat (i.e. her consciousness gathers around that energy which is the only time she can kinda really *think*) for a while, and it struck me that it would be novel to have a cold kiss be more tantalizing for the Human Torch. Anyway, I overthink everything, so yep, all is fine here!

Jake Jensen and a kiss to distract ⬅️➡️ Ransom Drysdale and a kiss as a yes

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Request! So could you do like, how some of the marvel characters (your choice) would react to the reader surprise hugging them? You don't have to do this of course! Also have a good day gor night!

Marvel characters x Male reader

Headcanons

I shall be using my faves, hope you enjoy ;) These are shorter, but there’s more characters than I normally do. I was imagining the reader and the characters are already in a relationship in this :).

Steve Rogers

-          Depending on the time, I imagine Steve reacts differently. If hes heavily focused on what hes doing, I think hed give a small jolt and turn around. When he realizes its you, he hugs you back.

-          Or he will have heard you coming, supersoldier hearing you know. Hed let you sneak up on him though, and turn around at the last second to surprise hug you first.

  Bucky Barnes

-          You won’t be able to sneak up on Bucky. With all the training hes had, he heard you the moment you stepped into the room.

-          He would indulge you though, and let you “sneak” up on him and let you wrap your arms around him. I think hed place his hands on your arms so he could hold you as well, maybe lean his head back to rest on your shoulder.

  Tony Stark

-          I think Tony would jump almost a mile into the air if he’s heavily focused with something or just oblivious to what’s happening around him.

-          Hed clutch at his chest and make some overexaggerated comments about how you scared the life outta him and how you shouldn’t scare a man with heart problems. Then he would kiss you and hug you.

  Steven Grant

-          Steven would be surprised and maybe give a tiny jolt or gasp, but he would melt into your arms and lean back against you.

-          Maybe he would even turn his head to kiss you on the cheek or you two would sway from side to side as he tells you about his day or current interests.

  Clint Barton

-          Good luck sneaking up on Clint. Using his spy training, I think he would either drop down, crawl between your legs and hug you from behind instead.

-          Or he would do some over the top flip over you to hug you from behind. When you pout at not being able to get him, he would pepper kisses all over your cheeks to cheer you up.

  Peter Parker

-          I think the only moment you could sneak up with a surprise hug on peter, would be during Star Wars marathons, when he’s doing homework, or working on spiderman stuff.

-          If he’s working on spiderman stuff, his first reaction would be to shove whatever he’s working on into his desk to hide it, but when he realizes its you, he sighs in relief and hugs you back. Other times he would just lean back against you.

  Eddie Brock

-          You can only sneak up on Eddie and Venom in the morning when they’ve just woke up. Venom is throwing together what he claims is breakfast, and Eddie is half asleep against the counters in the kitchen.

-          When you give him a surprise hug from behind, he almost spills his coffee, but he leans back to half sleep against your chest instead. He leans his head back to kiss your chin or cheek, and Venom purrs, giving you the closest a symbiote can to a kiss as well.

  Wade Wilson

-          Wade will throw himself around so fast that you can barely keep up and hug you too, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you into the air. No matter what height or size you are, he will lift you.

-          Wade will swing you around and call you the most over the top pet names, and then pucker his lips in an overexaggerated way demanding a kiss to be let down.

  Matt Murdock

-          Try all you might, you can never surprise hug Matt. He heard your heartbeat and smelled you the moment you entered the apartment.

-          He turns around the last second when you come up behind him, and wraps his arms around you instead. This ends with you grumbling about never being able to sneak up on him, making the man laugh and kiss your forehead.

  Frank Castle

-          Frank is another person you won’t be able to sneak up on. With all his training, even if you were training to sneak, he would know.

-          But he would still let you come up behind him and “surprise” him. He would just look over his shoulder at you, quirk a brow and smirk. Maybe he would kiss you, but then he would go back to doing whatever it was he was doing.

  Johnny Storm

-          Hugging Johnny all of a sudden would give him a shock, and hed almost drop what he was holding if he was holding anything where he would then fumble to catch whatever it was.

-          He would turn to look at you over his shoulder and pout, but would then smile when you kiss him on the cheek. Johnny would turn around in your arms and hug you back, squeezing you tight.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍… 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

hello everyone, okay so. I wrote this from my own personal experiences and pasts. it's something that I deal with. I don't feel anything pleasurable unless it's from a toy, nor can I put anything inside because it's painful. I also can't feel anything emotionally, when I first began to write this, it started off like how my life starts, but I realised I wasn't writing a story for you about my depression. I was writing a story about what I go through with men. I hope you enjoy it and know I'm always here for you if you go through something similar- the part with johnny is a true story, but the part with ari is sadly not. I apologise if this is bad.

summary - you meet a man who brings security into your life, making the men in your past no longer matter.

warning - angst, slight smut but not really, graphic in some sense, mentions of blood and pee, hint to a traumatic experience but nothing detailed, emotionally cut off, depression, slight fluff.

18+ only please, the gif and header aren’t mine.

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.

Maybe there was something wrong with you. 

Because there lying between your legs was a gorgeous man, doing everything in his power to please you, but you felt no pleasure. You could feel how his tongue swept across your folds, probably trying to locate your clit that not even you could find. You always thought that maybe you weren’t gifted one when you were born, but that couldn’t be possible, right? Because when you brought out your toy specifically made to vibrate that little button. You felt everything and more.

But this beautiful, god-like man is thrusting his tongue inside your not-so-lubricant hole, and you felt bad because you could tell he was trying his hardest to make this about you, but unfortunately, you would never feel the pleasure he wanted you to feel. And when your eyes meet his pretty blues, you offer a soft smile because you can’t let that fake moan you let others hear fall from your lips for him. He was too kind and precious, and you dread the day he realises you feel nothing because then he’ll leave, and you’ll be back to being alone and broken.

Your head falls back, and your mind begins to drift as this takes you back to the same thing that happened years ago. 

You finally turned eighteen and thought you’d give men a shot again. So you downloaded the dating app everyone else had in hopes of finding a relationship that could last. You swiped through men, chatting with some but slowly drifting away because you didn’t know how to communicate with them anymore. They seemed to want something you didn’t want to do again.

But then you found him. Johnny Storm, oh my. What a dream he was. You were stupid. You thought that the conversations you had meant something, thought that when he said he only wanted casual, he’d changed his mind when you two hung out. You were a naive girl who had already been through hell yet still wanted a fairytale ending.

You remember when you decided to meet Johnny.

You got yourself all dolled up, dressing in a short sundress that didn’t fit your body well, but no one ever told you. You made sure you were shaved and smelled lovely. You were excited because you were stupid.

Meeting Johnny was… Fun. You could remember everything. You could remember the colour of his car. His face, everything he did and said. You could remember the pain.

You didn’t feel pleasure when he went down on you. The feeling felt like a cat’s tongue. You could remember that he didn’t even see if you had finished before climbing on top of you and covering you in his cum. But you were stupid. At the time, you didn’t see that as a problem. 

You felt pain when his finger/fingers went inside you, even if they were covered in lube. The feeling hurt. It felt like someone had shoved so many knives inside of you. But you didn’t say anything. You pretended it felt good, you faked those moans, and he didn’t notice. Not even when he saw the blood on his fingers, but you remembered it all. You could still feel the stinging pain when you tried to pee. You remembered the blood and the doctor saying there was a tear. But that didn’t stop you because you were stupid. 

The pain got worse when he slid his cock inside you. It never subsided, and the pain was never replaced with pleasure. But you faked it because you didn’t want to hurt his ego. After all, you thought there was something wrong with you. 

You remember going to the doctor and asking what was wrong with you. Only for them to reply that everything will continue to hurt because your mind and body weren’t comfortable, all because of your trauma. You should’ve followed orders when your doctor said not to have sex until your mind relaxed. But you didn’t listen because you thought he would leave you if you stopped giving him what he wanted.

Johnny never noticed. He kept reminding you that this was casual and that he didn’t want a relationship. And you should’ve listened. Instead, you continued until one fateful night.

The two of you were lying next to each other, a tv show playing in the background as you talked. Somehow, you got on the topic of your weight. 

“I’m fat.” You pout, looking down at your stomach. It was playful but also the truth, but you guessed Johnny didn’t get the memo.

He looked at you smugly. “You’re not fat.” You looked up at him, hopeful. “Just a little overweight.”

Your brows furrowed. “That’s fat. You just admitted I was fat.”

He shakes his head, “No. I said a little overweight.” And he kept repeating the word like it would make things better. But it never did after that. You got into a fight, and he left. What hurt the most wasn’t the physical pain or that he left. It was finding out he got into a relationship the moment the two of you stopped speaking.

“Y/n. Y/n, baby.” You blink, sucking in a breath as your eyes connect with those pretty blues again. Ari smiles, “Hey, where’d you go?” You desperately didn’t want to disappoint this man, so you kissed him. One hand rests on his chest, and the other grabs his hand, guiding it to your entrance. Even though in the back of your mind, you know it’ll hurt.

Ari was confused. He felt like something was wrong when he was between your thighs, and it was confirmed when you seemed to zone out, but now, Ari’s unsure of what was happening. He pulls back and looks you in the eyes, “Are you sure? We don’t have to, little dove.” You nod, eyes wide as you look into his. He watches your expression as he slowly pushes a finger inside, barely being able to with how tight you are. And he stops, pulling away from you when he hears the pained whimper. 

You lie there with your eyes tightly screwed shut. Not wanting to see the one man you’ve felt something for, leave. 

Ari slowly moves closer, grabbing a blanket and covering you. “Y/n. Open your eyes.” His voice is so gentle, so caring that it scares you. His hand softly strokes your cheek, and you can feel your heart breaking when he pulls you closer to him. No one’s ever treated you so kindly before. “It’s okay. I’m here if you need me.”

You felt lucky, silently thanking the universe for sending Ari your way. You met Ari on a whim, deciding to give the dating app another go but as a more hardened and cold person. You thought you’d see how an older man would treat you, and there were some you didn’t like but Ari. Oh, he was beautiful and so kind. He never mentioned sex or anything dirty. Instead, he wanted to get coffee, but only if you felt comfortable.

So you met him, and when your eyes connected, you felt safe, something you’d never felt before. He stood and greeted you, pulling your chair out before offering to pay. Ari didn’t pressure you, and he didn’t make you feel awkward for not knowing how to continue a conversation. He was so patient, and that one meeting turned into more. You had only kissed a few times, but he’d never take anything further. 

Today was different... You wanted to give Ari the one thing you thought he wanted. But now, you ruined it. Because you couldn’t fake it with him, you couldn’t push through the pain and discomfort. You couldn’t make him believe he was pleasuring you when you felt nothing.

You slowly open your eyes, connecting with his again, but yours are both filled with sadness this time. “I’m sorry.” Ari could feel his heart breaking at the whisper of your voice, not knowing why you were apologising for something you didn’t do. “I’m a disappointment… I’m so sorry. If you want to leave, I won’t blame you.” Even as those words fall from your lips, you feel nothing. You feel empty, but there’s also a little warmth inside that you know will disappear when he does.

Ari’s brows furrow and his hold on you tightens. Your words ring in his head, and Ari can feel tears building up in his eyes. He’s already aware that you are shut off emotionally, but the way those words roll off your tongue, he knows you’ve been hurt so many times that it’s become normal for you. Ari clears his throat, holding back the sobs that desperately try to escape before he lifts your chin, your eyes connecting again.

“Don’t apologise. You didn’t do anything wrong. You aren’t a disappointment, and I’m not leaving.” He practically growls. He leans forward and presses a rough but loving kiss against your forehead. He stares at you with so much passion that it scares you. You can feel goosebumps rise from his touch. “I won’t force you to do something that hurts or makes you uncomfortable. I’m a grown man, Y/n. I can either wait until you are ready or live without it. Because I am not letting you go, I told you I was all in. I’m not letting something like this break that promise.” His words are so full of passion that you swear you could cry. 

“A–Are you sure? Because I will understand and won’t blame you. I know there’s something wrong with me.” You roll over as you speak, hesitantly resting your chin on his chest while looking at him. 

Ari’s hands curl into fists, wanting to kill those who made you think this. “There’s nothing wrong with you, little dove. And if anyone ever tells you otherwise, I will kill them.” He pulls you flush against him, your face close to his. “We will take our time. We will go your pace, and you will not rush and harm yourself just because you think I’m disappointed. Understood?” 

You nod, your mouth opening and closing as shock fills you. “Understood…” The word falls from your lips in a soft whisper, never having someone put you first.

Ari nods. “Good, now come here.” And as those words leave him, he pulls you into the most passionate and loving kiss. And you swear…

You felt… 

Something.

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[dungeonpuppykai]

Loved the storms & i’m in desperate need of a nsfw pt2 where she calls him sir in bed ughhh 😫

Here at your service babe. And I am very much aware that this is late af I am trying my best here please. Also I so, so, so appreciate your feedback on the story because I put a lot of love into it. Hope you enjoy~ (that is, if you even see it I know I am awful omg) 🩷

Find the original story/ 'Part 1' -> HERE <-

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, groping, kissing, sir kink, p-in-v cockriding, dacryphilia, very light choking. Minors do not interact.

- You had forgotten all about the slip up that you had had in the kitchen this morning due to the chaotic day that had followed it. Your husband stood beside you and adjusted Torus' blanket as you both tucked him in last. 

- Bidding him goodnight, you two turn the lights off and come back to your room, hand in hand as you crack your neck, completely oblivious to the smile that is ever growing on Johnny's face. 

- It's only after you have washed up and changed for the night that he speaks his mind from the bed as he is already in it, grinning at you from across the room while you rub lotion onto your arms. 

- "It's been a while, you know?" You are so engrossed in the fading of the body lotion against your skin that you almost miss it.

- "Huh?" Your eyebrows raise as you look up at him, distracted. 

- Your husband is clad in only some Calvin Klein boxers, handsome body propped up against one elbow as tilts his head to the side. "Sir" the imitation is nearly perfect as he catches the manner in which it rolls off your tongue all the way down to the waver that arises in your voice whenever you say it. 

- Five kids later and you still flush like the virgin that Johnny Storm had taken for a joyride on his heavy bike all those years ago. 

- You remain quiet for a few moments as your hand halts its movement.

- "... I have no idea what you mean" Johnny snorts. 

- He loves the push and pull.

- "Yeah?"

- The attempts at defiance. 

- "Y- Yep."

- Because then he can put you in your place and remind you who is boss. 

- One of your husband's eyebrows arch as he slightly tilts his head to the side. "So, are you saying that if I tell you to come here and present that pretty little body to me right now you will decline?" 

- You stifle a whimper and try to puff your chest out. 

- "Y- Yes." His other eyebrow shoots up to meet its companion and he can't help but chuckle in disbelief. "You are not the boss of me." You're not sure if you really mean it or if you just want to instigate him. 

- "Is that so?"

- Your thighs press together under your loose silk nightie when all playfulness suddenly drains from his face. 

- "It is." 

- The magazine in his hand claps to a close as he sits up straighter, no longer smiling or affable. 

- "Come here, little girl" the sternness of his tone makes up for the low volume as he nods towards his side of the bed. 

- You are on your feet before you know it; body fine tuned to his commands. As you chew on your bottom lip and close the distance between your husband and yourself, his eyes never part from yours. 

- "Present" his blue eyes are dark with both lust and limitless authority as he signals you to climb on with another nod towards the bed. 

- You bend and place one hand on the mattress before accompanying it with the other, crawling over the soft covers and bending your knees to prop your lower half up. 

- In a matter of moments, you are laying on your back with your arms above your head and legs spread wide apart. Your bunched up nightie rests on your throat as you pant and watch your husband for another command. 

- The proud expression on Johnny's face is evidence that he's pleased. 

- "Mm, that's what I thought" his smooth voice is low when he leans over you, letting his blue orbs roam all over your form like it's his first time seeing you like this.

- A whimper escapes you when one of his warm hands connect with your skin and smooth out the goosebumps that have arisen due to the room temperature's contact with it. 

- Johnny starts with your stomach and brings them up to your chest, thoroughly palming and squeezing it as his fingers brush over your erect nipples. 

- "Who do these belong to?" You don't waste a breath. 

- "Y- You" his eyebrow raises at your audacity. 

- "And…" His fingers are heating up against your skin as he trails them down your torso, stopping momentarily to rub the base of your stomach before lowering down to cup against the curve of your sex. "Who am I?" Your small gasp drowns under his voice. 

- The challenging submissive overpowers the devoted wife and you whisper out, "Hubby." 

- He's had enough.

- It's been so long.

- And you're not making it easy for either of you. 

- "This here little girl needs a lesson in manners, doesn't she?" The tenderness of his free hand that caresses the side of your face is in contrast to his tone. 

- Fine. 

- Two can play this game. 

- It happens before you can even comprehend it. 

- One moment Johnny is feeling you up and the next, you have been placed atop his dick by his firm hold between your legs. 

- "Go ahead, dear~" you are already so wet that you can barely contain yourself. 

- Your naivete makes him harder. 

- The male bends both his arms behind his head and lazes against the headboard, letting his perfect body that is a bit heavier than when you were younger due to your love and cooking flex. 

- As you greedily uncloth his cock to position your leaking slit against his head, he lets his eyes wander over your oblivious form.

- Fuck. 

- His dick twitches. 

- Johnny loves to make you ride his cock in all your pretty little nighties. 

- Your disheveled hair, pearly skin, flushed cheeks, parted mouth, hand placement that is either in your hair or against his hard chest, erect nipples poking through the soft fabrics and the faint outlines of your body that he can make out through the gowns while you bounce on his cock with your trembling thighs is a euphoria unrivaled. 

- Tonight is different though. 

- You realize it after some minutes of sloppy tossing of your body in a vertical fashion. 

- Johnny is not assisting you by moving his hips in one of the rhythms typical to this position. 

- When you zero in on his expression to see what is wrong, he looks unbothered and somewhat bored even. 

- What? 

- You can't do this all on your own!

- You always need his help!

- His dick is way too huge for you to handle by yourself. 

- "Dear!" You're so needy it hurts. "Move, please!" The pressure between your hips is painfully tight and your loins burn hot. 

- You're confused and even somewhat irritated at his smug expression until he speaks. 

- "I don't know, you seem pretty capable and big enough to take care of yourself to me, dear" the sarcastic edge to the endearment can cut through stone. 

- You cry out in frustration as your folds and hips bang against his abdomen unsatisfyingly. 

- Your need to mount his dick had been so dire that it had completely slipped your mind.

- If you were even smart to realize the cynicism behind his actions, that was. 

- "No, no!" You shake your head as you whine out in absolute exasperation. "Not big! Not capable at all, sir!" And the smugness on his face depends. 

- Johnny always gets what he wants. 

- Your husband cruelly yawns before bringing one of his hands in front of him to examine his nails as though he doesn't have a crying wife on his cock. 

- "Oh, what was that?" You sob when he refuses to acknowledge your existence in the room.

- You jump to grab the hand and grip his hand with both of yours like your life depends on it.

- It's no good and has started to hurt.

- But you need him so bad. 

- "Not a big girl, sir! Can't do it without you! Need you for everything, sir!" You make it sound so earnest that it's almost heart warming. "Please, sir! Need you so bad!" 

- "Hm" Though he lets you holds his hand against your chest, he does not move. "So why don't we try that again?" His fingers untangle from yours to wrap around your throat. "Who am I?" He only speaks when he had curled your body to eye level.

- "Sir, you're sir!" You desperately try to kiss the hand that nearly chokes you. 

- Johnny hums and suddenly you're on your back with your arms above your head, a loud yelp escaping you because of how his cock slams against your gspot deep within your cavern. 

- "That's what I thought." 

- You best believe the kids will be ridiculing you for your infamous penguin walk all through tomorrow. 

. 

Unedited, mistakes are mine. I appreciate feedback as it keeps me motivated 🩷

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[zaceouiswriting]

Easy corruption of the straight, human torch

Character: Johnny Storm x male reader, mentioned Dr. Richard Reed

Universe: Fantastic four/Marvel

Warnings: Smut, a little bit of fluff

Authors note: Here I am again, with another part of a request. Please forgive me @innerpiratefun , but I had to break your request into three pieces. It just didn't feel right to only write your request (Which will be the third/last part of this mini-series), but I had to give it some more context and a little bit of story. Of course, with a lot of smut. But here is the first part. Hopefully, you and everyone else will enjoy it! PS. This is Chris Evans as Johnny Storm.

A while after the Fantastic Four awakened their powers, another experiment with government intervention failed. As the lead scientist, Dr. Reed was devastated because one of the test subjects was a promising young man in his early twenties.

After the machine exploded, everyone assumed you were dead, but you weren’t. In contrast, the experiment was actually more than a success. After Susan's death, they needed someone like her to keep Johnny in check and ensure the team always had someone to protect everyone.

However, the experiment was more successful than anyone thought possible. Despite gaining the ability to become invisible and making force fields, you also got telekinesis and something that nobody liked.

„Dr.Reed, I had no idea your thoughts about me are so… dirty.“ Your voice echoed in the doctor's head. Confused and fearful, his head turned in all directions, but he couldn't see the origin of your voice. His hot tears still rolled down his face.

Even with his arms reaching out and touching everything in the room, he couldn't find you. But your voice was so close that it made him furious. Maybe your loss made him finally go insane. Suddenly, he felt something touching him. Pulling his hands back, he tried to find the source of the touching but couldn’t find it anywhere either.

„Aehmmm… Dr. Reed?“ Your voice sounded desperate. Voice quickly got his attention. „There is a small problem.“ Stating that, he looked around again. Glancing through the now windowless windows to the room the experiment had been going on, he saw that the roof was completely gone, and high up in the air, there were you. „Could you get me down? I have no idea how to control this.“

Laughing. You suddenly could hear laughing? Looking down, just at the corner of your sight, there was Dr. Reed, belly laughing about your predicament.

All the while, you began to float away, far into the sky, panicking, trying to somehow make sense of your strange new abilities.

Even minutes later, there was no try from anyone to get you back down to the floor. The doctor forced to experiment on you and with whom you had a strange relationship did nothing.

Believing that your fate was already sealed, you just let it be, spreading your body out to maybe fall onto someone when your body is frozen, like a meaty star.

You hadn't heard or felt warmth coming close to you. „Hey there, you need help?“ A slightly arrogant voice asked with a chuckle. Looking over, you saw Dr. Reed’s friend. 

Shaking your head, you looked back up to the sky you were getting close to. „Not really, I like the sight, and it's rather...comfortable. Who can say that they died flying to the stars?“

You swore that you could hear his eyeballs roll back. „God, just like my sister, maybe I just should let you die.“ He mumbled done with your attitude.

Showing your hand to him as a symbol for him to just shut up, his warmth suddenly vanished. Confused if that idiot was really going to let you die there, your head jerked in his direction only to see him fall instead of flying. Around him, a force field. 

Even more panicking than before, you stretched your hand out again, thinking that this would solve the problem but no. He was still falling, his flames still gone, and the floor came awfully close to him.

With your head everywhere, but solving this problem, you suddenly felt a relatively strong flow of air underneath you. Just wanting to look around, you could move out of nowhere. Not statically flying up to the stars anymore, barely able to move at all. Seeing that you were falling not, but the torch flying back up, away from me, your body just gave up. As blackness surrounded you, all you could do at that point was accept your coming death.

Just sad to know that the government would take another person and subject them to the same destructive process you had to go through. But that wasn’t your problem anymore.

„God, Johnny, look out for your fucking flank! What are you doing?“

„Trusting in you, handsome!“ He called back, smug as he was.

Rolling your eyes, you telepathically told him that you will, punish him later for his stupidity. All I got back was a fantasy of him being tied to a cross and flogged, only to have a cold touch on his red, warm, and bruised skin that hurt even more than the whipping. But it felt so good for him.

Blushing at his obscenely dirty thoughts, amid a mighty struggle, you realized you were too soft on him. On the fly, you decided to teach him a lesson. As a plasma blast hit his side as he became careless again, he was thrown straight in your direction. His powers were down because of the immense pain.

Catching him with ease, you cradled him softly in your arms. „What the fuck, man!“ He brought out through gritted teeth. Anger and hurt are audible in his hissing voice. „See it as foreplay, Johnny. Because if I get my hands on you later, I will break the rest of your little, dirty soul. Fucking little pig.“ You whispered the last part in his ear. As always, your hot breath sent cold sweats down his back as he remembered the first time you completely ravaged his hole.

You and Richard split just months after the older doctor accepted your advances. Finally, realizing that you two could not get intimate as he needed it, considering neither of you would put your ass on the line.

Johnny has been flirting with you since you became part of the team, touching you, even giving you little kisses on the neck, or licking your ear. It didn't change when you and Richard became a couple. In contrast, things got worse. Openly grabbing your ass or crotch, but mostly your ass.

That day though, he even put his hand in your pants because he had hurt about you and Richard breaking up, thinking he could get you finally inside his bed. Because you never pushed him away, he thought you would like it. How could you? Johnny was one of the two most attractive men you have ever seen. But when his pointy finger touched your hole, you punched him square in his face.

Tumbling steps back, he suddenly couldn’t feel the floor underneath his feet anymore. He also wasn’t able to move any part of his body. „You are seriously a fucking pig. It is finally time to show you that I won’t take this shit anymore!“

Walking outside the kitchen we were in, with him floating in front of me, your presence was to be felt all over his body. Making him hard in a second made him moan like a little slut, but it didn't get interesting until much of your power concentrated on his butt to prime him. Suddenly his slightly deeper voice became high-pitched.

„What are you- Nghhh…A-Ahhh- are you doing?“

„You will see soon enough, easy slut.“ He tried harder to free himself from my invisible grip on him. But nothing worked, he was already too far gone to use his own powers, which might have given him a chance against you, but now he was just that, what he, in reality, was, butter in your hands.

Put him in his room, locked the door, and even put up a force barrier so no one could open it. You threw him onto his bed and held him in place with your powers, only to get whatever you could find to tie him to his bed.

Bound to the posts of his bed, he almost immediately tried to burn it away again. Just for nothing to happen. A devilish grin spread across your face as he realized with shock that he was at your mercy. His face had fallen into disbelief, making you even harder under your tight pants. „Hey dude, I’m sorry, okay? You are just so hot, and I thought playing with you would be nice.“

„Oh, it was nice, but now it is my time to play with you.“ You lasciviously lick your lips seductively with your tongue, your hands slowly wandering over Johnny's clothed body. „God, your body is a dream.“ Punching his rock-hard abs and chest, he let out a couple of suppressed moans, obviously meant for you, but was not willing to reveal them just yet to you.

It only got worse as your fingers completely ignored his raging boner, just gently stroking it. Only to quickly travel down to his throbbing hole that begged to be touched, slightly open, smiling at you. So you obliged. Circle his soft pink hole with your left hand, gently inserting your pinky, only to be surprised that it sinks already in easily. Your sickly grin widened even more when you remembered that you had already opened it slightly on your way to his play bed.

Looking up at Jonny, pure panic could be read on his face, scrunched together in ecstasy. „Apparently, I have to show your place, you little whore, do I?“

„Please!“ His plead was spoken without a breath, so quietly that you could’ve easily missed it if you weren’t so focused on his lips.

Your sadistic smile faltered into one full of sympathy. Leaning over him, your face was barely over this. The fact that you were a bit taller than this demigod of man certainly made it easier.

What little air he could manage to take in was gone when you caught his lips with yours. Both of you stared at the other as it happened. You, because at that moment Johnny was just a toy to get your frustration out, and he because he was surprised. But he closed his eyes rather quickly, realizing what was happening.

This man you saw regularly fucking women, a real womanizer, was beneath you, trembling under your gentle touch and begging you never to stop. And yet, you could only see his flesh, the lust he could provide you.

You still hovered over him after that first chaste kiss, after you separated from him. Lips dangerously close to his, but never touching. All the while, your fingers danced around his hole.

But as your thumb finally found its way into him, a gasp sounded from his lips. His hands grabbed the cloth you'd used to tie him to the bed. His body went rigid. Eyes bulging, disbelief in them, tears pooling in their corners.

„God, you are so tight around my thumb. Are you a virgin, Jonnyboy?“ Not a single word left his mouth. It just stood open in shock. But the little sounds he made were everything you needed to know. He could see you smirking, he dissolving at your touch. Trying to stay strong, he closed his mouth, sternly glancing back into your eyes.

Your smoky quickly became that of a predator, now with a goal in its head. Carefully you pulled your thumb out of him. Feeling him try to move back on it made you grin even wider. He only had a small taste and already couldn’t get enough. A straight womanizer like him had to think about taking it up the ass a lot. Otherwise, he would never have given up that quickly.

Or maybe, he is just finding out about this side of himself and can’t make sense of it, losing himself as it was happening.

For a long moment, you did not touch him at all, only hovering a bit closer over his body. Your eyes warningly glared at him, not wanting him to move. Even without saying a word or using your powers, he knew what you wanted, and he did it out of fear of what would happen if he didn't.

Soon enough, happy with his submission, your hand, which was not holding you over him, wandered up and down his body, massaging his chest again, pinching his nipple, which got a welcoming yelp out of him, which you noted you needed to hear much more often.

Everything changed, however, when the same hand ran down his leg, gently stroking the inner part, approaching his balls only to ignore them and soon after reaching his hole. He got restless, tried to move, and even had the audacity to kiss you.

Angry that he broke his goody boy attitude this quickly, your hand was around his neck in a heartbeat. „What was that?“ You asked in a low tone. Even quieter than your voice usually was. One of the main things men typically fall onto their knees for you is your deep voice. Despite your muscular body, this is much more important. Your piercing eyes, judging, made the rest. But as soon as those same people, willing to serve you, open your pants, they try to get out of it.

Johnny was no different. With ease, you ripped away one of the pieces of cloth binding him to the bed, took his hand, and bought it down to your pants. Opening it, you pushed his hand underneath your underwear. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

„As a punishment, you fucking impatient, little whore, I will only use spit on you. We will see how long your cocky attitude holds with that.“

Terror the only thing visible on his face. But Johnny couldn't do anything. His brain, which was only working half the time anyway, had shorted out. Before he could wrap his head around things, his other arm was free too, but his face was pressed into his pillow, with his back to you.

With one hand on the back of his head, you held his head even though you theoretically didn't need your hand, but it felt more natural that way. You liked to feel his worry as he tried to free it.

Your own head was already on his ass, with his pants completely ripped off his body with your powers. Now everything was open to you, especially his perfect peach ass. You just had to, so you bit into it. Another yelp could be heard, muffled through the pillow. Even more exotic and foremost erotic than the last, quickly forcing you to bite into it again and again. Only when dozens of bite marks could be seen on his ass, now reddish from your treatment, did you stop. Licking his ass from side to side, your middle finger found its way right into his hole without much need of searching rather than accidentally hitting the point. With a loud moan, embarrassed in nature, he came.

Since you never touched his cock, and neither could he, he just came from your finger when you hit his prostate. It made you grin even wider. „Let's see how many times I can make you little slut cum before I completely destroy your little hole. How does that sound?“

Nothing more than a tormented groan could be heard. It was quickly followed by a long moan as your tongue touched the pink hole for the first time. Every resolve he had vanished into thin air. In particular, when you used your fingers to open it wide enough to really dig deep in with your tongue.

Under normal circumstances, you never would’ve done this with a straight guy for a big reason. Johnny does not have these problems though he literally burns everything away. Therefore he is always clean.

You found yourself enjoying it much more than you had initially thought. I've always liked licking a nice hole, but this was different. It tasted delicious. You had to take a deep breath away from his hole for a second, but you needed more with both hands now on his peachy ass. But you needed more of that, so you went all the way in with your tongue and fingers to open his ass up for you. Face deep between his lovely cheeks, massaging them and even slapping them every now and then if you're not wiggling them when you need to take a breather.

Johnny was on cloud nine the entire time. He came three more times, his cock never getting touched.

Pulling him a little up, you finally took your cock out of your tight underwear. It was heavy, big, and long in your hand. You've always been big down there, but it's only gotten bigger since the experiment, especially in girth and length.

The moment I slapped it on his peachy ass, Johnny suddenly began to tremble but dared a glance back. Fear was written over his handsome face. Even though he was a few years older than you, he looked so mature with his brown stubble, but deep down; he was more immature than anyone you've ever met.

To See him really scared for the first time since you knew him made your cock throb on his ass curve. „Okay, okay, that is-that is enough now, we can tal-“ He came up slightly to say this. But it was already too late for him. 

Aggressively you pushed his head back into the pillows, holding it there. Slowly you bend over his body, your own muscular body, which is already taut thanks to the training you're receiving. Feeling his muscular back on your abs was heaven for you, but to feel the sweat that had accumulated all over his body, making it easy to rub yourself on it, almost made you fuck his ass cheeks and not his hole. Maybe another time in which you aren’t this pent up.

Lie on his back and position your head next to his. Your mouth gently nibbles his ear as your tongue explores new zones of pleasure. Especially his earlobe was extremely sensitive, making him moan and groan in response, as well as moving a lot. Feeling his ass cheeks pulling your cock inside almost drove you mad with lust. „I knew you wanted that, you little bitch. I will breed you so well. Maybe I will even impregnate you.“ Chuckling over your own joke, you put a hand over his stomach. „Pumping you full with my fucking cum.“

As you were still talking, you could feel his hole opening as his body relaxed. Realizing that he was already entirely gone by this point: you slowly slide your cock deeper inside him. Your massive cock head slid in easily. But you stopped anyway to make sure Johnny wasn't in pain.

But the good little boy made no sound except moans of joy, a lost, happy smile on his blank face. His eyes had not a glimmer of intelligence anymore.

A proud expression crosses your face as you realize you're good enough to empty this handsome man's pretty little head.

You seized the moment of his stupidity, and to put all of your massive cock inside him, enough spit had entered his hole by eating it out to sink in with ease. There was nothing more but an exaggerated moan. But the heat and tightness of his wonderful hole took you by surprise. You came almost on the spot after just getting into his hole. For a second, you felt like a pathetic rookie. But thanks to this, your orgasm did not happen. Your mind was too preoccupied. After taking a few deep breaths, you sat in his hole with your big cock for some time. Contemplating when to move.

Your hands wandered, no, slide your hands heavily down his back. Your rough hands could feel every muscle, bone, and heartbeat, deeply massaging his back. Johnny was nothing but a fleshlight for you.

The moment your cock head had pushed past his prostate, another orgasm went over Johnny’s body, letting his ass squeeze your big cock so nicely. „God, you are sucking me in…Aghhh, fucking whore.“ For the first time, you slapped him. Finalizing the light in which you saw him. The moan that had ripped from his lips, as your skin hurt his, was more than music in your ears.

Agonizingly, you didn't move even though you and your body wanted nothing more than to ravage this cocky little cock whore.

But you managed to keep yourself from hurting him with sudden, brutal movements. Instead, you breathing heavily, put your hand around the front of his neck, gripping it hard enough to stop his airflow.

Finally, a reaction came from him, but only weakly. His hands tried halfheartedly to pry mine from his neck, but his intention was more than clear. He liked it, no, the fucking whore loved it even.

You pulled him up until his head was lightly on your shoulder. His back arched almost unnaturally. Taking your hand from his neck, he took hasty breaths before passing out. But your entire arm replaced your hand. „Hmm, do you like my muscles, whore?“ You asked him, whispering in his red ear, the same that you had nibbled on a while ago. „Does it feel good to submit to a real man? I bet it does!“

After much whining from him, you finally moved, just for Johnny to cum again. At this point, nothing came out; he was empty, not only his head but also his balls, thanks to you emptying him fully. Even his tensing up muscles and therefore moving intestines had much of an effect on you anymore. Everything was just so low at this point. His body is obviously at the end of its energy. 

„We are not finished here, my little whore. I still have to completely fill you up with my cum, remember?“ I asked him as I softly spoke to him, never stopping my already brutal pace inside him.

„Bu-But-But I can-can’t any… more- Ahhhhh!“ He suddenly screamed after I put my hand on his stomach, piston fucking into him like some ice-cold machine. Feeling your cock thrusting against your hand through his stomach was too much for you at that moment as you came like a fountain deep inside Johnny.

Let him fall into the warm, cozy bed. Even though you just came, the lust was still immense. But you wanted him to feel safe and secure, going so far as to stroke his aching back, caress his cheek, and even give him a few meaningless kisses all over his back.

Only when you could feel him relaxing too much, to brutally start to fuck him again. „You really thought I would let you go that easy, huh? How cute. Now I will show you how bold slut’s like you should get treated!“

It took you hours to fully empty your heavy balls, which hadn’t seen sex in months to deplete. Every single drop in Johnny, or most of it. At that time, a lot already covered his bed after you'd fucked him hard enough to squeeze most of it out again.

After cumming about six times, you fell onto Jonny’s back. Heavily breathing and sweating profusely. Somehow he was still awake, even though barely. „Can I sleep now, sir?“ He asked out of his mind.

Shocked about him calling you something so formal, it quickly dawned on you. He, in fact, was a submissive shithead and finally wanted to be put in his place, something no man had ever done or been able to do before.

Without him having to say anything or you having to ask a single question, you knew he would be yours for as long as you desire, a sex toy. You gently pulled your slowly limp-going cock out of him and rolled to the side. Immediately open up your sweaty arms. Johnny, first reluctantly, found his way into them. But as soon as he felt your warmth and could breathe in your musky scent, he was a goner, dumbly smiling into your chest as he almost fell asleep. 

Once again, he looked up at you, out of tired eyes, still awaiting your answer, further cementing his wish for you to be whatever he needed. „Go to sleep, baby boy. I can’t have you exhausted when I want to use your sweet hole tomorrow again, now can I?“ He blushed ferociously at his new nickname. Maybe you'll use a different one in the future, but for now, Johnny would get this one, showing what he was to you, a good boy.

All the while, none of you had noticed the elongated eyes watching your every move with excitement, taking advantage of your pornographic use of Johnny's body to satisfy his own desires.

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Watch My Heart Burn: Part 11

Johnny stared at the screen in front of him and felt a violent and irrevocable rage bubbling beneath his flesh as he studied the clear image of the alpha, which he had held such disdain and animosity for, dragging you off into a quiet corner to have a conversation. Johnny could see Morris’ hand on your arm, his fingers digging into your flesh and the way you parted your lips to protest him grabbing you like he had, to which Morris’ sneer had become more prominent.

Johnny knew there was something wrong with you, he knew that there was an apprehensiveness that you had felt whenever Morris had passed you by, and maybe it was tension that was rooted in you denying Morris and sticking with Johnny. However, his good sense as an alpha told him it was more. He had gotten the feeling that it was something more prominent that you weren’t telling him, and whatever was going on with Morris and yourself was beyond what anyone thought.

It was this sense that made Johnny start digging around and when he had found the security footage of you first being taken away for a tense conversation, Johnny knew there was more than meet the eye. He wasn’t going to stop until he found out the truth and protected you from that bastard. Johnny had to do what was right for you, he had to protect you even if you didn’t ask for it.

You were his omega, you could handle his heat and his flame without being burnt.

You were perfect for Johnny. He would and could do anything to keep you safe, to keep you from harm while pursuing you to court and eventually mark and mate. He was going to be the kind of alpha who you needed, who you had wanted and deserved. Johnny was going to do all he could to keep you from harm, it was his vow.

Nothing was going to hurt you; no one was going to cross you.

The further he had dug into the security feeds, the more he had tried to access Morris’ life, the quicker Johnny had concluded that something was happening behind the scenes of every interaction you had. There was something about this man, this alpha that was making you apprehensive and fearful, and Johnny was going to find out what Morris was threatening you with, what he was holding above you.

The air was pulled from his lungs and the steady beat of his heart had come to a complete stop when the door opened and closed, and he had seen you on the other side. He had never seen an omega who looked so gorgeous and captivating, an omega who could render him unable to function without breathing you in. You were standing outside of your door, watching him as he was watching you and Johnny couldn’t help it.

He had made the comparison between you and the way you looked standing feet from him, and the most coveted pieces of beauty in the world. He made the comparison and knew that you had outdone them all, every great piece of art that was fawned over in museums around the world couldn’t hold a candle to you. There wasn’t a single and imaginable way that you could have been any more captivating and heart-stopping, and then he was proven wrong when you had spoken his name.

“Johnny.” You turned toward him, and your dress billowed around you, the delicate sway of the skirt drawing his attention to the colours that strongly resembled fire. The red and black, soft tinges of orange resembled soft flames in a conceptualized way and a part of him wondered if you had chosen the dress you had as a kind of message for him and the acceptance of a relationship on the cusp.

“Holy shit.” He exhaled in a puff of air blown away by your appearance outside his door, finding it hard to process how beautiful, how truly stunning you were. “I mean…wow.”

“Do you like it?” You turned slowly, the train of the dress and the soft sheathing following your movements, your hands brushing against the bodice. “Sue helped me pick it out.”

“You look beautiful.” His heart clenched tightly as he looked you up and down, swallowing thickly as he was stuck in his head unable to say anything but basic statements. “You look…wow.”

“Hmm.” You made a sound and then smirked, proud of yourself for your accomplishment, and the accomplishment brought out the tease in your voice. “I made Johnny Storm speechless. Rather proud of myself.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes and then slipped his hands into his pockets, fingers grasping the seams of the lining for something to do as he was hit with sudden onset nervousness, “so you uh…got a date?”

“Why? You interested?” You teased and held your clutch in your left hand while your busied your right hand by locking your door. Your hair was pulled off your neck exposing your scent glands and unmarked flesh, the sight of your smooth and untouched skin stirring some primordial intensity from the alpha close to you.

It made him want to bite you, to sink his teeth into your neck and mark you as his. It made Johnny want to hide you away for the night so the two of you could spend the next hours in bed, feeling heat transference and the exchange of marks. He wanted to sweep you off your feet and strengthen the bond between you, solidify the connection you had to become one whole unit, together as perfect as you could be.

“Maybe, but don’t let it go to your head.” Johnny chuckled under his breath, softly inhaling your scent and staving the growl that was building in his chest, then he walked closer and extended his hand toward you. He had offered it to you to take, waiting for the moment you had set your hand in his and as your palm met his, as the connection was made, a sudden pulsation of warmth had radiated from his flesh to yours as your scents had softly coiled around the both of you. Yours had become melded with his and his with yours, the joining cusp of alpha and omega who were perfect for each other.

“That���s a hard bargain, Storm.” Your voice wavered as you had become overwhelmed and overtaken by the strong pull that made you lean into him, and likewise made him support you with his enhanced strength. “You should this our second date.”

“A second date,” His plump lips were twitching while he leaned in and raised his hand to rest it against your lower back, gently pulling you toward him, “I knew you would fall in love with me. It was only a matter of time.”

“Don’t be so cocky,” you placed your hands against his chest then leaned in and stood on your tippy toes, your lips dusting his own as you exhaled against them, “I’m taking pity on you.”

“If you say so,” Johnny’s lips crashed against your own in a passionate yet playful kiss, the moment of affectionate exchange was the beginning of the end for you and your composure, “but I think you like me more than you want to admit.”

You could feel yourself falling, you could feel yourself cratering.

Johnny was right, you were falling in love with him and you suspected he had felt the same way.

“I’m not babysitting you tonight,” your whisper fell victim to the music that was being played in the event space, the rise and fall of your voice was kept between you and Johnny as he escorted you in while keeping a rather tight arm around your waist, “which means you can let me go.”

“No.” Johnny’s fingers gripped the material of your dress as if he was holding onto a tether and you could feel the hard turn of his mood flux, the distinct feeling of him being on edge from something in the room had stirred your wonder.

“Johnny, are you okay?” You questioned him and his mood, watching him as he looked out onto the crowd of people in the room, his jaw clenching as he swallowed. “Johnny-“

“You are with me, all night.” He had spoken with an alpha command, the first he had ever used on you, and it had settled immediately. “You’re not leaving my side.”

The way that the command had settled in your skin, was immediate. It was like a dull heat had started from your scent glands and radiated from your head to your feet, to every extremity until you were completely warmed from the inside out and invigorated with Johnny, and his scent. It was as if the alpha command that you didn’t even have a chance to try and reign in, had been wholly accepted by your omega hindbrain and that in itself was another sign that you and Johnny were really in tune.

“Promise me.” He had followed the command with a gentle clutch of your chin wherein he made you look at him, his blue eyes searching for your face. “Promise me, omega.”

Johnny had shifted from the playboy alpha that had aggravated you to no end, the alpha that had spent more time sleeping around with omegas than taking responsibility for anything in his life, to an alpha who was intimidating and foreboding in every sense of the word. He had shifted from the kind of alpha you never wanted to be around, to the kind of alpha who was centring himself in the primordial urge and sense to protect an omega.

Johnny was becoming the kind of alpha no one wanted to screw with, and by extension, you. He was making sure no one in their right mind would cross you because by crossing you, they would cross him.

“I promise.” You exhaled in a short, sharp breath as he stared you down with intensity you had never seen before. “Johnny, I promise.”

“Good.” He had let go of your chin, reaching for your hand again and just as easily as he commanded you to stay with him, he had shifted back to that sense of normalcy.

Yet, he was still on edge.

You followed Johnny further into the venue, further into the cusp of the party while he had kept his watchful eye out for something you couldn’t see and sense. He had led you forward to the place where Sue and Reed were, the hosting couple talking to some investors about a recent project, and even upon arrival, he hadn’t let his guard down. The appearance he had made and the way he seemed to be on edge had certainly stirred Sue’s curiosity, and it was a quick-winded question toward Johnny that had caused the first crack of the tension.

“I don’t know what’s going on.” You had commented in retaliation to Sue, the two of you as equally puzzled by the sudden realism in which Johnny had turned himself into a fearful alpha. “He was fine until we got here.”

“There’s a lot of alphas in the room, you’re unmarked.” Sue’s reasoning could have been the explanation for his tension however you had gotten the sense that there was something more beyond the ratio of alphas. “Does it have anything to do with the other alpha? Peter Morris-“

“I haven’t seen him.” You cut Sue off, the threat he had made lingering in the back of your mind as your given task and goal were remembered with twisted intent.

He wanted you to steal the formula Reed was working on, and if you didn’t, he would make the rest of them pay. If you told anyone, he would make them pay just as infernally as he vowed, with the unknown method of his expenditure of promised ‘pain’ revitalizing the buried sense of dread. You had tried to forget it while dealing with everything else in your life, you had tried to forgo the explicit promise of anguish to give yourself time to find a way out of it.

“He’s here,” Sue had grabbed your wrist and placed her fingers against the underside of your wrist, “maybe that’s why Johnny is on edge. I know he’s arrived, he’s due to have a meeting with Reed.”

Johnny was close, he was within feet of you, his gaze landing on you every few moments to make sure you hadn’t left. He was right there and you promised to stay, yet you felt exposed. You felt that even as close as he was, now that you knew Morris was here it would spell disaster for you.

“Johnny has never been so in love before.” Sue changed her trajectory and focused on how Johnny felt for you, how much he loved you, and by extension how much he wanted and needed you. “I’m happy for you both.”

“I am too.” You had smiled small and draped your left arm around your waist as if to shield yourself. “I am happy, even if it had just started.”

“You should have fun tonight.” Sue had embraced you in a sisterly kind of hug when Johnny and Reed were done talking and had joined her husband when he was freed, the two of them enjoying the moment of quietude they were awarded before more investors had come and the titular meeting with Morris had taken place.

“You need to relax.” Johnny, ironically, had whispered the dulcet words in your ears while he was on edge himself. “Come on, I owe you a dance.”

“You’re telling me to relax, you look like you’re going to combust.” You remarked on the irony as Johnny had led you onto the dance floor, settling a hand on the small of your back to bring you chest to chest with him. He had kept his hand low on your back while his other hand had grasped yours, your fingers entwined.

Johnny had begun moving to the beat of the music, the soft and slow melody was muted to your ears when you placed your head against his chest and listened to his heart beating in his chest. The steady rhythm was leading you and him together in a dance that felt like it was made for you and him alone, and it was impossible to resist closing your eyes to feel this as a whole overwhelming moment.

“Morris wants me to steal Reed’s formula, he threatened their kids if I didn’t pull it off. He threatened to kill them all if I didn’t give him what he wanted.” You finally spilled the secret, you finally confessed the hidden truth to get it off your chest with heat at your back immediately following your confession.

“Johnny-“ You pulled away and looked up at him, his blue eyes unrecognizable as direct and heart-stopping darkness had taken over the crystalline of his irises. He had looked like a beast in a man’s body, his hands tightened on your body and his jaw ticked with rage as he swallowed down his ire.

“Johnny please-“

“I’m going to turn him to ash.” He had finally spoken, he had finally opened his mouth with a retort, and the instinctual urge to duck and hide from a predator, from the predator that was holding onto you, was innate. “I’m going to burn him alive.”

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[xcaptain-winterx]

Main Masterlist

summary: they both know what they are doing is wrong, but they can’t stop. They know that if someone found out it’s over, but they can’t stop. How can it be that wrong if it feels so right? How can it be that wrong if they aren’t brothers by blood?

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[ronearoundblindly]

When we get there years from now, I haven't forgotten about a story based on this basic idea.

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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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[dungeonpuppykai]

|| The Storms ||

Description: A day in the life of the Storm family. 

Pairing: Dad!Johnny Storm | Mom!You.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Johnny Storm. 

Warning(s): None of the explicit sort. Fluff, Johnny and his spawns being proper little menaces, stressed out human mom Y/n, mild marital affection, authoritative father!Johnny towards the end, d/s undertones. 

Note: Yes, this is very much a coping fic lmfao. The reason why this doesn't have a teaser is because it was supposed to be a drabble. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

Read the nsfw part 2 here.

MASTERLIST 

Getting to trust and then dating Johnny storm was one thing. But marrying him and having kids with him?

One word. 

Chaotic.

And as your youngest (at the moment) burst into the scorching flames all of your others had also done at her age, you had to step back before pinching the bridge of your nose to attempt composure. The smell of burning cloth and wood hit your nose before the alarm went off and water sprayed out, causing you to close your eyes as you focused on your breathing to remain calm. 

You liked to believe you had rather mastered your ability to cope with your little superhuman family's antics. 

"Hey, little Princess~" you heard your husband's much proud and smug coo from behind you before you could call out for him. Good. Your daughter who was still very much orange and in flames giggled and clapped her chubby little hands at the sight of her father, the fire control system having extinguished everything around her but not quite the source. 

"Dada!" The little ball of fire reached out for Johnny, the cause of all of this, and cackled along with the man when he easily picked her up as she was, unfazed by the heat. And though he absolutely adored his kids anyways, your husband was especially sweet right now.

Because it was a triumphant moment for him.

Ever since your eldest had inherited his power, you two betted everytime you got pregnant whether the next baby would be like you or him.

And you had just lost yet again.

It seemed your genes did not even try against your husband's extraordinary ones.

"Ohhh look at this here little Bree Storm following into her Daddy's footsteps!" You rolled your eyes and sighed, spinning on your heels before trudging to the kitchen while your husband baby-talked to your daughter. 

Great. 

You loved your family and were very grateful for them. 

But it would be nice if at least one of your kids took after you and your ordinariness.

Because five hyperenergetic, extremely naughty and robust superhuman children along with their father who was honestly no better than them at times were a tad bit much for a very human you at times. 

And as you stepped into the kitchen, the scene unfolding before you pushed aside any guilt regarding the annoyance that you were feeling in this moment. 

Because Torus, your eldest (8), who had recently learnt how to fly was bolting across the expanse of the kitchen as he urged his successor, Axel (6), to follow into his stance, instructing her on how she could trigger the flight. 

The son you had had after them, Sonny (5), was happily sitting on a counter and swinging his legs back and forth with the marshmallow jar placed next to him as he fished one out, s'mored it and then put it in his mouth. 

The older of your youngest ones, Jacqui (4) was 'drawing' on a fine, much expensive canvas (if you said so yourself) that Johnny had gotten her when he had realized her artistic edge. The girl was seated in the safest spot as opposed to her siblings; on the floor. Only, she was using her hot red index finger to trace the patterns into the surface of the canvas instead of on it. 

You willed your widened eyes into closing again as you did another breathing exercise, the water from the fire extinguisher system still dripping down your nose that was so accustomed to the smell of fire that you didn't even mind it much anymore. 

Now your mind contemplated whether or not to call Johnny for help. Because it was a running challenge between you two that all of Daddy's babies needed him, which included you; the original one. But you liked to deny and prove that you could manage it on your own without him and did not need his constant help to handle your own kids. 

Except you did, but you would never admit it.

Though when Torus hit one of the lights that hung from the ceiling like the brat he was -something Johnny said the boy inherited from you, like he himself was any better- and almost knocked the cover and his own eye out, you decided pride could wait for now.

"Johnny!" You bellowed, causing the little deviants to look up with a startle only to start giggling when they realized that it was just you. A pout made its way on your lips as you huffed. Unbelievable! 

"Yes, sweeth…" Your husband appeared in the doorway after having put Bree in one of Jacqui's old rompers.

Your kids' clothes were all made of the same material as that of Johnny's uniform that they had managed to recreate at the lab. This was done to prevent wastage of the expensive baby clothes that he liked to personally shop for every child independent of your buyings.

But this time around you had only bought regular clothes as you had felt sure Bree was like you. 

Oh, Johnny was so gonna tease your futile confidence for months!

The bratty lot squealed and bolted past you to hide behind their dad, pretending to cower from your nonexistent wrath. "DADDY, SAVE US!" They cried in unison, drowning out your husband's voice in their playful cries that had a mix of knowing giggles and plotting hushed whispers in them. 

You crossed your arms over your chest as you pursed your lips tightly, shaking your head while eyeing them with an unimpressed look. 

This was routine. 

They would cause all kinds of chaos known to man and then the moment you tried to put your foot down -which was hard enough for you as it was because their faces that were such a perfect and synchronized mix of the one you loved so much in addition to your own were very hard to stay mad at-, Daddy was being summoned and put between your bodies like a rock. 

Oftentimes a traitorous rock for you, if you said so yourself.  

All their personalities were variants of his and Johnny made his pride and support for his naughty little clones very obvious. 

"Ho, ho, ho!" You heaved another sigh as you shook your head at the comical way your husband widened his brilliant blue eyes. "What is this that I am hearing?! What is going on?!" Johnny deepened his voice to mimic an authoritative one. "Daddy demands an explanation for this cruel commotion!" As the brats cheered, your annoyed eyes turned to him and his playfully puffed out chest deflated fast. 

Pushing one hip out, you raised an eyebrow and put a foot out to tap against the ground, cocking your head to the side. "You do, do you, Daddy?" The firmness in your tone had him spring up and turn to the kids to shush them like the most obedient husband ever. 

"That was for you little miscreants!" Now it was your turn to be smug as you smirked and jutted your chest out proudly. "You know the rule! No one misbehaves with Mommy and everyone obeys her!" The kids whined and tossed themselves left and right, the little lot now shuffling away from him and in your legs to be saved from the cruelty of their father. 

"Sorry, mommyyyyy!" You could not help but snicker as you shook your head at the wailing cuties, nodding at Johnny to stop when he went to reprimand them further only for your sake as you knew he did not like doing it on his own account. 

"To the breakfast table, all of you!" As the group shuffled before marching to their ordered destination like the most well-behaved little superhumans ever, you knew there was strength in numbers. 

"So you see, Mommy…" A silent gasp escaped you when your husband's huge and hot hand crept along your waist from behind before grasping one of your hips, mouth against the shell of your ear. "All of Daddy's babies need him" Bree, who was still enveloped in one of his arms, giggled and clapped as if in agreement. The baby girl loved to see you two just existing together in marital bliss. 

You snorted and rolled your eyes -a habit that had gotten you in trouble with him a handful of times- before holding your hands out for your toddler who gladly eased down and into your hold. "Well then," you paused to peck at your daughter's feather-soft rosy cheek. "Daddy should sit his big butt down and eat up so he can remain strong for his babies" your daughter cackled when Johnny clicked his tongue in disapproval after doing one of his dramatic gasps only for you to pinch him by the ear before dragging him behind you and towards your spawns.

"Language, please– wooaaah!" Bree's siblings joined in on the giggling and you couldn't help but follow suit when Johnny's big body awkwardly flailed as it bent downwards in your direction to keep up, plopping down in the Daddy chair at his end of the table when you finally approached it.

"Now, honey" you said after putting your toddler in her high chair and placing her baby plate in front of her, approaching your husband's seat as you waited for him to finish serving the kids. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders as he went along joking and scooping. 

"Yes, my sweets?" That earned him collective cringed out retches from the older kids and you. "Hmmm…" You could just imagine his conspiratorial smirk. "I don't know why but it smells like grounding season in here" Bree unknowingly blinked at her siblings' denying whines as she chomped on her baby food. "That's what I thought." You rolled your eyes at Johnny's smug snicker as he reinforced his authority, reveling in the apologies that were presented to him.

You waited for the commotion to die down before speaking. "Hun, would you be so kind as to tell our superkids about what we have decided?" Johnny took a bite of his toast that you shook your head at since he offered it to you first, nodding with a hum and clearing his mouth out with a swallow before he continued on with your request. 

"Of course, dear" he twisted a little to give the first forkful of his eggs to you as you weren't eating yet. "Okay, now." Facing your extraordinary lot, Johnny began. "Mommy and I have been discussing this for quite some time now and we have come to a mutual agreement" if it were not for Johnny now using his dad voice, you could just imagine Sonny asking him what mutual meant and then Torus calling him stupid only for Axel to defend her favorite brother and the conversation fading into chaos. 

But no one messed with Daddy when he meant business. 

A blush crept up your cheeks at the thought. 

The contrast between his usual bubbly self and authoritative father when it was needed was something even you had to admit was impressive.

And extremely attractive. 

You were more the pushover parent, helpless at the hands of your maternal impulses and the softheartedness that you had for the brats. But Johnny… He could play around as the fun parent all day long and then put his foot down as a strict father like it was nothing. 

Only he could have your deviants all line up in place like it wasn't his spoiling them that turned them into the little brats that they were in the first place.

But you did not actually mind their natures because, not that you were the sappy pro-birth kind of a weirdo mom, they were the best thing you had ever done. 

For they were the product of the love and bond that you shared with the best man you had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Johnny. 

Your Johnny. 

You slightly jumped as Jacqui squealed at something your husband said only to lower her head and mutter out an apology when Johnny glanced at her, the ordeal breaking you out of your reverie. You could swear your kids had better intelligence and coherence than other kids their ages. 

"Thank you, Jacqui" he firmly nodded at the girl who could pass off as his literal doppelganger because of how alike their faces were, only hers had a femininity to it. "Now, back to the discussion; house rules" though none of them whined, the scowls on their faces made you snort. "I am sorry, Mommy" you bit your lip as he only half turned his head to look over his shoulder. "But will you care to share what was so funny about that?" Your cheeks pinked and suddenly you were nothing but his little girl again. 

"N- Nothing, sir" that was the name he was called by the one who misbehaved. 

"I see" the edge to his tone made you mirror Jacqui until he turned away. "So, as I was saying before I was interrupted by two of my best girls…" He shot you both one last firm look before continuing. "Torus, no more flying in the house, buddy. We have been over this a couple times already at this point and…" The boy peeked up at his father through his thick blonde fringe as he munched on his cherry tomato. "Not cool" Johnny shook his head for emphasis. "It's a safety hazard."

You hummed in agreement, nodding authoritatively like you hadn't just been handled in a similar manner. 

"And everything that is dangerous like showing cool little tricks to the neighbors' kids" Axel lowered her head as her father's gaze set on her to make her feel called out. "Or making s'mores yourself" Sonny hid his face behind his plate when the older man leaned towards him. "Or using anything other than paints and colors to draw" Jacqui was pouting exactly like the man speaking to her did when he was annoyed, playing with her eggs quietly. "Will get you in serious trouble" he paused momentarily. "But above all, misbehaving with or disobeying Mommy, who looks after you all day long and loves you all so much, will earn you a talk with me from now on" they visibly shuddered at the thought. 

Johnny clapped his hands in a concluding manner now. "So I advise we all be good from now and respect her" then his stern tone changed to a more heartfelt one. "Because we can seriously hurt her if we're not careful" you softly pouted and squeezed his shoulders a little, feeling a bit conscious of your differences all of a sudden. "Now you guys don't want to hurt your Mama, do you?" The way they vehemently shook their little heads at once made your heart swell and you cooed, forgetting all about your momentary insecurity.

"No, Mommy!" Torus and Sonny reassured you. 

"We love you so much!" Axel, being the most emotionally intelligent one, looked nearly concerned. 

"Never wanna hurt you, Mama" Jacqui's earnest words made your heart melt and you were enveloping her in your arms before you knew it. 

"Oh, sweetie. I know you don't" kissing her forehead, you reached for Sonny as he was making grabby hands for you from beside her. And before you knew it, Axel and Torus came rushing to you from across the table, the bunch wrapping around you as kisses and reassurances were showered on you. 

Though you couldn't see it, Johnny was smiling at the sight before him with pure adoration in his eyes as your giggles rang in the kitchen that had been witness to nearly every sound of your lives.

Disagreements, chatter, laughter, cries, make ups, retches, moans, coos, wails, chuckles and love. 

Pure, concentrated, genuine, tender, ever-strong, unconditional love. 

"SUPERHUMAN SANDWICH!" As Johnny did his loud and deep monster voice before jumping up to collect Bree in his arms to collapse on you all to create a tangle of limbs, you craned your neck backwards to look up at his billion dollar smile. Your husband's laughter mixed with that of your kids as you held them tight, feeling your heart swell but only momentarily since you had to break into a series of alarmed shrieks when he turned the sandwich into a tickle fight.

Yes, your family was a fireball of superhuman menace. 

But the chaos made them who they were. 

Yours. 

And there was not a thing you'd change about it.

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[revetahwsstuff]

I haven’t seen much Mortal Kombat for male readers so I’ll do it myself.

Johnny Cage

With a (bottom) Male S/O who is basically similar to Nicole Watterson but reversed. Pt1

He first met you from afar during grocery shopping, usually he would just get groceries online but he decided to go out in the world to just get a little bit of fresh air, Johnny was in the condiment aisle when he suddenly saw a male scolding 3 children who were whining for the need of candy.

“But dad, we rarely have anything as a reward, can’t we at least get a bag for just listening to you.” C/N one said, he was pouting; hoping it would change his dad’s mind

“Look kids, we would if the government would lower the prices.” M/N said in a debilitated tone, he looked tired as his 3 kids kept whining. Johnny saw this and tried to ignore what’s going, but he couldn’t help to look back to see you struggling. Johnny lip bites in a nervous way before he turned around and stepped up to the family.

———————————————————————

-Johnny didn’t know what he was doing at first, but the sight of M/N exhausted and worn out makes him want to just come over and help him with the kids.

-M/N saw this and he looked up confused at the blond haired man. “Is there something you need from me?” M/N questioned as he looked up at him. He was surprisingly shorter than cage but that didn’t matter right now. “I was just wondering if you needed a little help.” Johnny asked before his lips turn into a small grin as he looked down, he never seen such a small yet delicate male in front of him that looks to be about in their mid 20’s.

“Ah- no I’m fine.” M/N shrugged off, his eyes were trying to go wide to seem like he was fully awake but the dark circles under them we’re putting him off, he was about to push the cart away with him and the kids when suddenly-

“Ninja mime?” A child voice was heard, Johnny cage eyes widen and they quickly adverted to the three children of M/N, they were staring at him with expressions similar to baby owls with interest yet shock.

“Ninja Mime!” They all screamed out in excitement and they immediately ran up to the Hollywood actor. “Kids, don’t be disrespectful!” M/O yelled out at them with a glint of firmness in his eyes. Johnny cage saw the three little children’s hopping up to get his attention before averting his eyes up to the male he hadn’t even met yet. This is where the story begins..

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Watch My Heart Burn

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Go ahead and watch my heart burn

With the fire that you started in me

But I'll never let you back to put it out

Johnny Storm needed to grow up, according to his sisterand brother-in-law. Johnny Storm was an alpha who used omegas, who cycled through them like they were flavours of the week and Sue was tired of it. In order to keep track of him and maybe get him to settle down, Sue pulls a few strings and has a new omega hired as his personal assistant, one who holds little regard for Johnny.

He sees the omega as a challenge; she sees him as a child she needs to babysit.

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[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N walks into the lab…

Y/N: Reed can you make me some fireproof clothing?

Reed: why? Can’t stand getting close to Jane?

Y/N: no the opposite

Reed: huh?

Y/N: she keeps burning my clothing on purpose

Jane walks thru and gives Y/N a sly wink…

Jane: see you tonight hot stuff

For @jacelion

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