my requests are closed for now! wil be writing and uploading soon!
right now, i write for:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
One Piece
Marvel (if i know the character)
DC (if i know the character)
PLEASE SPECIFY GENDER since i write smut, i need a specific gender. i will write for trans reader.
if no gender is specified, then reader isnt taking their pants off. i just want to make sure the requester is not taken out of their experience by assuming they mean fem reader.
i will 100% write for chubby reader (as a chubby girl) but i only do so upon request, since i want anyone to enjoy my writing!
Things i wont write:
scat, pedophilia, most illegal things. basically if you send smth nd i dont respond, it was probably too freaky.
however, upon request i will write more dubious things, but i will likely post them to Ao3, since thats where degeneracy goes. dont be scared to request it, though! for clarification, im talking about rape/non-con, and yandere stuff (stalking, kidnapping etc).
i likely wont write for any specific POC reader, since im white and dont wanna get anything wrong or be unintentionally insensitive. but my writing is non-descript when it comes to reader anyway, so this isnt likely to be an issue. if my writing in any way takes you out of the experience, please let me know! im willing to make edits!
Hello, I love reading your work! Can you please write a luffy x fem reader smut, where luffy eats food off of the reader?
Order Up! (Luffy x Fem!Reader)
yummy i like this one
i was gonna do steak, but i dont think hot steak on a body is that good of an idea, so i went with something sweet instead ;)
WARNING: DO NOT PUT FOOD IN/ AROUNDYOUR VAGINA thats how infections happen. this is fiction, NOT a suggestion. if you wish to explore foodplay, please do PROPER research. i.e NOT fanfiction.
WARNINGS: not proofread, PinV sex, Captain kink, foodplay, nipple play, descriptions of rubbery skin, luffy being a bit pushy but its not anywhere near rapey, just luffy being luffy. lmk what i missed
"you smell good" he nuzzles his nose into your shoulder. his rubbery arms wrapped tight around you.
"thank you, luffy" you smile fondly. though your Captain can be… obnoxious. irritating. and for too energetic, you love him. and, frankly, you wouldn't change anything about him. not for all the freedom in the world.
sentiment aside, he was still getting a bit on your nerves right now
"luffy, c'mon" you attempt to push him off of you. his bedy stretching and denting under your hold
he whines indignantly, pressing himself closer
"i thought you wanted to eat off me, Captain" you pull out your cute voice- which makes him detach immedietaly
"oh! yeah, i do!" he laughs that adorable laugh. you roll your eyes fondly and reach over to the bowl of whipped cream and strawberries. condensation gathering along the now slippery glass bowl. you carefully place it on your lap. Luffy drools over it.
"dont you dare" you glare at him as you remove your shirt
"why not?" he pouts.
"because, Luffy, youre supposed to lick it off me, not eat it from the bowl"
it gets a bit tiring explaining things to him over and over, but his bright smile melts any annoyance away
"ill put it on you" he snatches the bowl away, licking his lips. he helps you tug your bikini bottoms off.
he scoops up a big glob of whipped cream and strawberries and smears it over your breasts. you giggle at the chill, which makes him laugh
"do you like it?" he asks excitedly. drool dripping onto your stomach.
"its cold" you reply with a smile
"ill warm you up" he has his moments of unexpected sexiness.
he drips the rest of the bowl over your bush. the cream dripping down between your thighs.
not how you would have done it, but hey, whatever gets the job done
he licks his lips like a cartoon character. saliva dripping from his tongue as he pants over you, taking in the sight.
he quickly tugs off his shirt. but he leaves his pants on. its odd- for a man so focused on doing whatever he wants whenever he wants, he loved denying himself sexual pleasure. youre sure theres some phycological reason for it, but you cant focus much on it whe he begins lapping at your breasts.
he moans, gripping your tits and pressing them agains his face. his tongue curls around one, and moves to lap at the opposite nipple.
its definitely an odd sight, so you close your eyes, allowing yourself to focus purely on the pleasure.
messy
you moan, arching into his tongue. it snaps back into his mouth like a rubber band. he nibbles on one nipple, while his fingers smear cream over the other
his hips are rubbing over your thigh. hi erection straining under his jorts.
"luuufffyyy" you whine in that way that lets him know youre ready
he replies with a groan. he tugs his shorts down with one hand. just enough to take out his cock. you spread your legs for your captain, and he has to sit up to truly appreciate the sight.
your breasts covered in drool. pussy and thighs smeared with cream and little bits of strawberry.
he licks one long stripe up your pussy, jolting when the taste of you mixes on his tongue with the cream
"'s good. 's so so good" he whines. and unceremoniously (as is most things with luffy) presses into you. his hands grip your thighs as he pants like a dog.
he bends over you. face pressed into your neck and leaving sloppy kisses
"youre so excited, Captain" you tease lightly
"i just feel- nnh- good today" he begins to thrust. long cock hitting you just right. cream lubing your bodies, making the grind between you two slick
"you feel good everyday" you moan back
"b-but this is different" he's so sure of it, you can only nod in agreement. it does feel different. a good different "im- i wanna- i wanna fill you" he kisses your cheek and down to your neck
the only time he really asks for anything is when youre like this with him. its cute
"of course you can, cutie" you coo, running your hands through his hair
he groans, rutting into you. hitting that spot that makes you pant. you grip his back, fingers pulling and stretching his skin
and for the first time in your relationship, you both cum together. its otherwordly- the feeling of his hot cum filling you as your body reaches its tingly peak prolongs your orgasm- as well as his. you dont remember when he pressed his mouth to yours, but youre running out of air by the time youre coming down from your high
you push his face away, taking in a deep breath
"sorry" he grins without a hint of apology
"mhm" you chuckle. "i can tell
he laughs, snuggling into you.
and, because your captain is insatiable, his hips begin to move again.
a/n: reminder not to put food in your pussy. please be safe babes
hiiii i loved your sanji drabble it was so cute and your requests are open and uh 👉👈
would you write some more pathetic sanji with a chubby gn/no pronouns afab character mayhaps 👉👈
a/n: this is more of a headcanon post i hope you dont mind... though trust, pathetic sanji is the only sanji i will ever write for, so theres def more of him in our future goingmerry
i think sanji as a bf to a chubby reader would be… overbearing
he already would be a little, but he knows you can be a little insecure about your weight, and he hates that (physically makes him ill. throws up thinking about you crying) so he's alllll over you
and sanji loves when his partner is forward. he adores being used for pleasure (as long as theres a basis of love) and he loves giving tha pleasure.
so, starting off in your sexual relationship, he'd be the one to make moves. poking and prodding at your cheeks, tummy, boobs, anything he can get his hands on, he's drooling on your chin as you attempt to do whatever your hobby is. he's finally gotten a break from the kitchen, and he wants to spend every second of it rubbing his clothed cock against your plush ass
but the more confident you get, he would loooveee if you started being a little more… mean
tell him to sit, his knees hit the floor so hard youre worried. tell him to beg, he's crying and kissing your feet. tell him to be a good boy? he's licking your pussy until you cant breath, and then some
anyway, i think sanji would be a total perv, but he'd be nice about it. aftercare always consists of words of affirmation. he wont say it, but you giving him words of affirmation as well makes his heart feel that much fuller. without them, he feels a little… achy. doesn't mean he'll stop, though
Hi! Can I please request avdol X fem reader where their is a hotel room together and it’s a one bed situation and she gets so so cold in the night so she’s like all over him in her sleep and maybe make it nsfw. Thanks!!
woah... epic... ive only written headcanons for avdol b4, so this was pretty fun and new. hope i did him justice. had to get some professional avdol-lover help
Hot! (Avdol x fem!reader)
warnings: lots of polnareff mentions lol, smut, cunnilingus, cum eating, one bed trope, kinda... tickling kink..? not really he just likes to see you laugh
lmk if i missed anything
Egypt is… nice. it's a beautiful place! and gosh, the food here is incredible.
you wish you had more time to enjoy it.
instead, every day is something new. another stand attack. another day of making sure the younger boys dont get themselves killed (not that jotaro needs your help). another day of listening to joseph go on and on and on about his 'prime'.
not to mention the heat. you skin is boiling everywhere you go. the sun beams on you outside, and inside it's humid and stagnant.
though, one thing makes your trip worth it.
Muhammad Avdol.
kind. resilient. calm. caring. big. strong. hot. and not just because of his stand, or the way the sun beams down on him.
he's the type of man people cant help but be attracted to. for both his face and his kind words.
so, you have a little crush on Avdol.
can anyone blame you, though?? its not your fault he's the got that stupid smile and those fiery eyes that draw you in….
they draw you in so much, actually, that Polnareff of all people noticed your fatal attraction to mr. tall dark and handsome.
and, unfortunately, polnareff believe in true love.
and, unfortunately for you, polnareff was in charge of room assignments for tonight.
and, unfortunately for you, polnareff thinks he's helping.
-
the room is nice. its… simple, but clean. the stark white drapes flow in the cool night air. for hot days, the nights could be chillier than winter.
the bathroom had a simple shower, and a real toilet. good on polnareff r at least picking a place popular with tourists.
the bed was made neatly, with warm looking blanke-
the… bed.
bed…?
singular??
"uhm- i think Pol mixed up our rooms" you begin, turning to the tall man walking into the room behind you.
"im sure i picked up the correct key" he says, looking down at the tag on the key.
"right" you sigh. god, Polnareff isn't even here and he's giving you a headache
"i wouldn't mind going down and asking for a different room" Avdol says, already quelling that budding migrane
"no- no, thats fine," right, it is fine. youre an adult. this is nothing. "its just a night" you look up to avdol, whos placing down his bag.
"well, f you wouldnt mind having me, then i do not mind" he gives you a reasurring smile.
-
remember what i said about nights being cold?
yeah. for some reason, this night in particular is freezing
and even though it was pretty easy to fall asleep with the extra blanket (Avdol runs hot, you found out) you managed to kick it off in your sleep.
and, as if your subconcious body is your biggest wingman, you sought out Avdol in your sleep for warmth.
and god, is he warm. even warmer without his shirt, somehow- jesus, when did he take that off? and why are you still so close? and you try to scoot back, but a warm hand on your back stops you.
"going somewhere?" his deep voice wakes you up fully. no more sleepy blurr in your vision.
he looks… almost embarrased. you've never seen avdol flustered. and polnareff definitely tried his best to embarass the poor man.
but right now? he felt hotter than normal. his eyes flicker away nervously, and his fingers twitch on your back.
"sorry! i.. i was asleep" you explain while trying not to arch into his hold.
"no need to explain" he says softly, putting your mind at ease. your heart, however, is in an even worse state. "im glad i could be helpful" his smile makes your insides jump.
"youre too nice" you scoff with an amused smile
"not nearly as nice as you, allowing me to feel you like this" he responds.
"are you flirting with me?" you ask before you can stop yourself. but can you blame you? the hottest (literally), most brilliant, most alluring man in the whole world is in bed with you, holding you close-
you have to see this out, you decide.
he pauses for a moment at your question. his hand slips away, back to his side
"i.. i'm sorry" he says with a small smile "i didn't mean to ambush you like that-"
"no! oh- no- well, it is a bit sudden, but… i didn't hate it" you feel your face heating up. youre sure he can tell
he smiles, shaking his head lightly as he snakes that hand right back around you "it is not very sudden to me"
you cant stop the smile that forms on your face. you feel dizzy with heat and arousal
"i like you" you admit, looking away "so… if we flirt… i dont want it to mean nothing to you" your voice is quiet in the dim room.
"Habibi, it means everything to me" he says softly, before leaning in.
he tastes sweet. he must have a sweet tooth, you think faintly you press against him and tilt your head for a better angle.
"allow me to put any of your worries at ease" he whisper hotly, breath fanning your ear
"whatever you say, handsome" you reply, grinning at the implication
he smiles and chuckles lightly. "you are a treasure" he pecks your lips, before moving on to your neck
he doesn't spend much time there, though. seems he's more eager than you thought. his strong, calloused fingers working your sleep pants down. he lifts your shirt with one hand, nd attacks your stomach. placing hot, wet kisses there
"Av- hey! avdol!" you say between laughs, pushing his head away "that tickles" you snort
"but you are so cute like this" he replies, licking up from your panty line to your bellybutton. it both tickles, and ignites a hot fire in your core.
"just-" you giggle, pressing his forehead away, to which he obliges "just- hurry up and eat me out already" you exhale shakily, trying to catch your breath
he grins at you and kisses your thigh "i admire how blunt you are"
he lifts your legs, placing them on his shoulders for a better angle. he kisses up your pussy through your panties. but, respecting your 'demand', he doesn't spend much time teasing.
he uses a firm thumb to hold the panties to the side, and his other thumb to swipe up to your clit
"fuck- avdol-!" you breath out, thighs tensing. he spends a moment simply getting to know the area. almost admiring, in a way. but eventually, he finally locks his mouth onto your hole, pressing his tongue in with a firm thumb on your clit
you writhe beneath him, moaning out curses he never thought he'd hear from a woman. his tongue delves further inside you, his lips and chin coated with slick
his thumb circles your clit, placing pressure in just the right spots to make you see stars
and, before you can warn him, your core erupts. tingles spread over your insides. your skin prickling with arousal. your thighs tense and back arches.
"Avdol-!" you moan, coating his lips and tongue with your cum.
he slows down, licking up your pussy to your clit, helping you ride out the orgasm.
you catch your breath as he crawls back up your body. his own chest heaving as he licks his lips
"you taste divine, my sweet" he smile, before kissing you again
-
"you look like hell" Polnareff comments, catching up to you as you walk out of the hotel "i assume my…wingmanning worked?" he grins, glancing over your tired appearance.
you sigh, glaring at him
"as much as i want to be mad at you…. i cant be" you admit, to which he begins to boast "just, make sure next time its not a day we have to get up at 6 am"
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a/n: sorry the smut is so short uhhh writing sex is hard (im hard)
Hey! I was wondering if I could request a chubby fem!reader x Sanji where Sanji and reader have to share a bed (classic 'there was only one bed'... I'm a sucker XP) but reader is way too insecure about taking too much space in while Sanji is fighting for his life not to bust? that would be amazing and I'd be grateful for forever🥹🥹🥹🥹
hiii i know im one million years late to this but shhh its here yayyy
a lot of people requested sanji... happy you like my interpretation of him and i hope i can continue to live up to your expectations. anyway i kinda combine a few asks with this one
So Close! (Sanji x Fem!reader)
warnings: PinV sex, no condom (please be safe irl), a hiiint of dacryphilia but its more author than Y/N, oral fem receiving, premature ejaculation, desperate sanji, reader being unkind towards herself (as a chubby girl myself i want to say i bet youre all so sexy you should love yourself because i said so)--- if i missed anything lmk!
the bed was smaller than it seemed. or maybe you're bigger than you thought.
you shake that thought out of your head, trying to repeat the mantras nami would say to you.
im pretty.
im smart
im strong
im capable
im-
"are you alright?" You hear the smooth voice behind you. his body so close you can feel the heat coming off of him. his hand comes up, moving some hair off your shoulder.
"yeah, just… hot" you hate how touchy he is. well, you suppose that's a lie. you really loved it. but you hated how it made you feel. deep inside your gut. the touch was electric, and you could never resist leaning into it. but knowing that he'd never take it further. that he was just being…well, Sanji, made tears prick at your eyes
"i could sleep on the fl-"
"no" you huff. you already did this dance 30 minutes ago. you silently curse yourself for sounding so harsh. but the thoughts eat at you. if it were nami, or robin, would he beg them to let him join them in bed? did he want to sleep on the floor? did you smell? was he sick of looking at your back? at your arm fat peeking through your tank top?
you repeat your mantras in your head.
sanji felt a surge of arousal at your tone. no. you didn't want him to leave.
he feels like he might cum right then and there. god, youre gorgeous. the curve of your shoulder draws him in, and he has to physically stop himself from scooting closer
especially because the curve of your ass is so, so close to him- and, oh god, he can feel how warm you are.
"mon amour…" he begins without thinking, silently cursing himself for taking time away from your beauty sleep.
"yeah?"
he didn't think this far.
"uh," what does he say? that he wants you to kiss him until he cant breathe? that he wants to press his cock against your ass and hump you like a dog until he's cumming and whining and-
"you're beautiful" he decides to say instead. probably the safest choice.
you scoff out a small laugh. like always.
"thank you" you reply with a hint of disbelief. like always.
"i mean it"
maybe its the dim lighting. or the gentle breeze from the window. or your warmth. but sanji is feeling especially bold. "i feel like you dont believe me, chérie"
you hold your breath. you knew he could tell, but he's never questioned it until now. why now?
"i don't-" you sigh. "its not that… i just… i dont think you mean it the way i hear it"
"how do you hear it?"
you can feel the way he shifts in curiosity
you dont answer for a moment
"mon amour…"
you turn around. slightly frustrated with his pestering. you wanted to sleep. to sleep, and forget about this entire erotic situation, and cry into your pillow and try to forget about all the feeling he makes you feel.
he flinches at your movement, scooting back. great. of course he does.
"i just… every time you do this.. casually flirting thing, it.." you glance over him. even though he's laying on his side, he has one leg awkwardly crossed over the other. he's pulled the cover up to his chest like a lady caught naked. "…what're you doing?" you interrupt yourself.
"hm? n-nothing" he says quickly "please, keep talking"
"uhm, i was just saying…" sanji's eyes drift down to your cleavage, and your stomach, the tight tank top not doing much to hide it. "sanji."
your firm voice makes his eyes snap up to yours. a flush on his face.
logic is telling you he's attracted to you. logic is telling you to take the hint.
but insecurity is tugging you back. forcefully. you feel your jaw clench. you want to indulge, to watch him squirm. the two halves of your brain are fighting for control, until-
"y-yeah?" sanji pathetically squeaks out.
maybe those mantras are working, because you barely notice your talking until your halfway through.
"hold me."
where'd that confidence come from? you silently curse yourself, ready to get up and move, leave and never come back.
but sanji whines.
he…whines?
"sanji?"
"s-sorry, mon amour- oh, god" he huffs, his thighs shaking, and a trickle of blood drips out of his nose. tears well up in his eyes.
did he…?
he couldn't have. no way. not to you, of all people.
"i can't" he says, releasing the blanket to cover his face
you reach out, moving his hands from his face
"did you just-"
"please, dont say it" he interrupts.
you feel a shiver down your spine as you yank the blanket back, eyes falling on his shivering legs. he really did.
"sanji" you say a bit more playfully.
he looks at you.
"i still want you to hold me"
"im going to die if i do, my love"
you giggle at that, and his face lights up with adoration
"why dont you believe me? when i tell you youre the most beautiful person in the world? that i adore you" his eyes bore into your soul. "you see what you do to me"
"i-" you suck in a breath. suddenly, all your insecurities feel embarrassingly insignificant when faced with Sanji's love."i just… i dont want you to be disappointed, is all"
he looks at you in disbelief.
"i'm fat, Sanji" you say, looking away. you can feel his disbelieving stare.
"i…. i know, my love" he say, slightly confused. "i know very well. did you- did you think i didnt know?"
you groan in embarrassment, moving his face away with your hand. he catches it and places a kiss to your palm.
"you effect me all the same, love. what i would give to feel you in my arms" he kisses your wrist. "to feel your soft breaths as i give you never ending pleasure" he kisses up your arm. "is your offer still open?"
you nod.
he lets out a shaky breath, like he just entered a wet dream.
he unsteadily wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. he lays his head on yours, breathing in your hair.
you can feel the now cold, wet patch in his pajama pants against your thigh. his cock hardening again. his hands rub excited, nonsensical patterns on your back.
you feel bold. even bolder than before, with his encouragement. and the fact that you think you can feel him drooling into your hair.
you press your thigh into his crotch, and he lets out a high- pitched whine
"o-oh mon dieu" his arms shake around you, one coming down to grip your thick thigh, the fabric of your pajama pants bunching under his grip "p-please-" his breathing is unsteady, and you're afraid he was right, he might actually pass out and die right now.
maybe he'd die happy. if he will die, you should at least make sure he finishes before he goes out, right?
your thigh leaves his hips, and he whines in protest. but its soon replaced by your hand. you palm him over his pants, his hips shake, and his moans fill the room, until-
you feel your back hit the bed before you can register what's happening. sanji's body hovering over yours. he kisses your cheek. then your jaw, nipping lightly
"s-sanji- what're you doing?"
"i can't let myself take all the pleasure, chérie" his hands find the hem of your tank top, slowly lifting. "you deserve the world. the whole galaxy"
he finally lifts the tank top over your breasts, drips of blood leak from his nose to your stomach.
"so gorgeous, so… ravishing" his mouth wraps around your pert nipple, his excited tongue expertly rolling over it, before he sucks gently. his other hand shakily makes contact with your stomach, and you can't help but arch into him as he gropes, pokes, prods, and licks.
Sanji is whining above you, desperately nibbling on your nipple. he soothes it with a lick, then sucks hard. almost like he's expecting something to come out. you wouldn't put it past Sanji to hope or something like that.
"Sanji-" you gasp out, causing him to moan. you honestly think he's enjoying this more than you. which… wow. that definitely helps your ego.
"my love- oh- fuck" he kisses down your breast and along your stomach. he desperately paws at your pants, helping you wriggle them off. "please- please may i? i'll make you feel so good, i promise, i swear you will-"
"Shut up and do it already, then" you cut him off with your own whine. for a moment, you feel guilty for being so stern. a bad habit. but he seems not to mind… oh, scratch that, he seems delighted.
"y-yes ma'am!" he eagerly nods and throws off your panties. you expect him to take the time to sit and admire you first, but maybe he's even more eager than you thought, because his mouth immediately attaches to your clit. his long, skilled fingers spreading your labia to make room for his togue, which gathers up all your slick. he moans and laps at your cunt.
amidst your moans of pleasure (and there are a lot), you cant help but briefly wonder how he got so skilled.
well, its no wonder, really. he's handsome. he's eager. he flirts. of course after a long life on the sea he'd have bedded some women.
you begin to feel that deep inkling of insecurity. gnawing at you. seeping into your brain like spilled ink.
but Sanji kisses your clit oh so sweetly and moans your name as his finger slips inside you and you feel pleasure like never before.
and you remember, it doesn't matter who he's been with. all the beautiful women he's likely given this pleasure to before.
because he's pleasuring a gorgeous woman now. right now, and he's really good at it. like, really good.
"Sanji- fuck!" you moan and hook your thigh over his shoulder, which encourages him to slip another finger in and now he's scissoring them and his tongue is on your clit and now he's sucking it oh so right-
white hot pleasure burns throughout your entire body, erupting from your core. he doesn't stop. he excitedly moans as you grip his hair, moaning through your orgasm.
and as the best orgasm of your life begins to slow, he keeps going.
"it- it's too much" you whine out, barely hearing your own voice
"only another moment, mon amour, you taste so-" with a yank to his hair, he removes his head from your pussy. though, he looks pretty sad about it.
he pouts as he kiss along your stomach, making his way back up.
he looks like a kicked puppy. maybe you should make him feel better.
"wouldn't you rather feel your dick inside me?" you ask before you can stop yourself. you've never felt so… powerful. you cant believe this is the person you are with a little confidence but god, the look on his face as you ask makes it totally okay with you.
"i… i only want what you want, my love"
"i know that's not true"
"i… suppose… well, since youve already cum once, then… well.. i- i dont what to hurt you"
you watch as he wars with himself. split between giving and receiving. though, you dont entirely view it as that. after all, Sanji fucking you desperately is amongst your top fantasies.
"Sanji… you won't hurt me, i promise" you smile at him, lifting his face to you. "and besides, you're allowed to be a little selfish. i want you to be"
he looks like he wants to protest. but your calm smile grounds him. it's comforting to you, knowing you're not the only one here dealing with insecurity.
"then… if its alright," he swallows, and begins to work his pants off, sliding his sticky briefs down with them.
he's so pretty. long and veiny. with just enough girth. his pretty tip is flushed red and leaking onto your thigh. you cant wait to get a closer look later, because your view is obstructed as he leans over you and kisses your neck.
"thank you, thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthankyou-" he babbles as he sticks wet open-mouthed kisses along your neck. his dick twitches against your slick slit, and you wrap your legs around his waist to make it easier for him.
you giggle at his babbling, and he groans again. which turns into a strangled moan as he preaches your hole with his tip. so wet, so tight, so… perfect.
you let out a breathy moan as he pushes in slowly. your whole body aflame with pleasure and… love.
you love this man. you cant push it back anymore.
so, you only do what's logical. you grab his face and kiss him.
and his body reacts faster than his brain. before he can even think to kiss you back, he's letting out high pitched moans against your lips. his hips twitch further, seeking your heat as he fills you with cum.
and it's a lot. and you don't stop kissing him either, which only prolongs his pleasure.
"im so sorry.. so- fuck, im so sorry chérie-" he gasps as he catches his breath, apologies interrupting his steady breaths. tears forming in his eyes.
"sanji! hey- sanji, its okay" you giggle lightly holding his head up again. "its not like we're gonna stop here"
he pauses and looks up at you.
"we're… not?"
"of course not.we have all night" you remind him, wriggling your hips.
"i- i love you!" he blurts out excitedly, face flushed red to his ears.
"i love you too, Sanji"
a/n i have a problem with my characters cutting each other off but fuck i cant stop
could you possibly do one where usopp is reallyy into gn!reader but is also really timid and anxious about the whole thing? could be post or pre-timeskip usopp, I'll leave that up to you!!
THANK YOU SO MUNCH!
well well well..... if it isnt my biggest fan
i made this a little spicy because the requester asked me seperately to do so.....
warnings: blood, fighting, pirates vs marines, usopp is a nervous mess, erections, reader is a tease, no actual smut
summary: usopp gets hurt on the battlefield. you help him
i dont have a title for this. i should start decorating my posts....
he wiped his sweaty palms on his overalls for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. he felt his heartbeat pick up.
fuck, his throats dry.
he swallows, the harsh atmosphere hurting his throat.
"so, uh, come here often?" he smiles nervously.
you laugh, and its pure music to his ears.
"usopp, take this seriously." you smile, lightly tapping him on the shoulder.
oh, right. he has to remind himself of the situation.
you two stand in the middle of a marine base, the gunfire and explosions around you ring in your ears.
marine soldiers are screaming in pain as sanji and zoro run at them. poor guys, never stood a chance.
usopp screams in terror as shrapnel almost hits him. he ducks behind you, holding onto your shoulders. honestly, he mostly did it to feel you against him. hes gotten…. better with situations like this over the years he's had to train, but a little white lie never hurt anybody.
"over here!" you grasp his hand, pulling him around a corner, safe from any stray gunfire. "the others should be able to handle this, are you okay?"
there you go, always worrying about him. it made his heart stutter every time.
"yeah! uh- ahem, yes" his voice cracks under the pressure. he cringes at the sound of his own voice.
"oh shit! usopp, youre bleeding!" you wince, looking at his leg.
oh, guess he didn't completely dodge the shrapnel. he begins to scream, but your hand on his mouth stops him.
"keep quiet!" you scold him as you pull him further into the base.
the further you two walk, the more nervous he gets. i mean, did you even know where you were going? sure, it seemed all the marines in a hundred mile radius were currently engaged in battle with the much more capable members of the crew, but what if the strongest one was waiting behind a corner, ready to strike?
but more than all of that, more than the impending doom of certain death by the hands of a marine, was the fact that he was alone.
with you.
his breath shudders as he looks at your back, your determined steps lead you both into some random storage house. you turn towards the doors, placing a piece of wood on the handle to keep it from opening.
"uh, what're you doing?" he asks, nervously sitting on some crate.
"locking the door? so the marines dont find us" you reply, like its obvious.
duh, of course its obvious. hes just the asshole thats beginning to get pervy thoughts because hes suddenly very alone with his very sexy crewmate and the intense battle has his adrenaline up and-
"hows your leg feeling?" you ask suddenly. or, not very sudden. just to him.
"oh uh, i hardly noticed it, honestly" it was the truth, it felt more like a scrape than a cut.
"well, i should still take a look at it. dont want it to get infected" you looked a little shy, your voice trailing off at the very end
"n-no, really, im fine" he laughs nervously
"usopp." you huff.
he relents.
he begins to roll his pant leg up, but bites his lip when the fabric bunches so much it wont budge anymore. he can feel the color drain from his face, then immediately all return to his face at your next words.
"i think you need to take your overalls off…."
his hands shook as he followed your instructions. you briefly let your mind contemplate how obedient he is, until all thoughts in your head are silenced by what you see.
he unbuckles the straps of his overalls, letting them fall to the floor. he made the, in his opinion, very stupid decision to go without a shirt today. he sits on the edge of the crate, now in just his bright orange boxers with thin brown stripes.
"cute" you comment, making his face heat up, and he looks away
"could you just hand me a cloth?" he asks, deflecting your comment
you always kept first aid supplies on you; knowing the crew it was odd how no one did before you joined, but nevertheless, you root through your bag, taking out a thin white cloth.
you kneel before him, smoothing out the cloth, running your hands along it to find the edge.
"wha-t what are you doing??" his voice cracks, and he had to clear his throat. you look up at him.
"helping?" you say with a slight smirk
you know what youre doing. he knows you know. you know he knows you know.
and yet, neither of you say a word as you trace your fingertips over his thigh, gripping slightly to tighten the fabric.
his breath hitches.
he's sweating. the room isn't really that hot. in fact, theres a slight breeze. but he can feel the sweat drip down his brow at the sight of you sat so pretty between his knees-
you both jump at the loud crash, and the sudden flood of light in the room as a marine captain flies into the building, beaten and bloody.
usopp yelped, standing up and pulling his overalls back up
"woah! i wasn't done-"
"its fine! we- we should go!" usopp adjusted his pants not-so-subtly
you glance down, and he gulps.
"you know, i can help with more than just first aid" your sultry tone making goosebumps rise on his skin.
but as he glances up, seeing the passed out marine, he feels his anxiety spike. oh right, the battle.
"m-maybe…. next… time?" he asks cautiously. he silently pats himself on the back. its the bravest thing he's ever done.
Summary: Over your four years working for Reed Richards, you'd given yourself one job: you can be his friend, but don't fall for Johnny Storm's charms. Too bad you had already failed that mission before it could even begin.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI, SMUT (making out, unprotected sex, p in v, nipple play, oral f. receiving, temperature play, creampie, aftercare), porn with a LOT of plot, slight hint of some angst, fluff, friends to lovers, Johnny is a massive flirt, mutual pining, SPOILERS! for The Fantastic Four: First Steps, female reader but no characteristics described, mentions of parental loss, maybe some incorrect stuff regarding the 60s and how it worked but it's a fantasy world, lightly edited so apologies for any mistakes
“We need to adjust the parameters for this. There’s a few more levels that I want to adjust, to ensure that we’ve scanned the baby for all possible anomalies,”
Years ago, when you had miraculously been offered the position as Dr. Reed Richards assistant, it was a dream come true. The smartest man alive, holding 18 Doctorate degrees himself, choosing you out of the thousands of applicants to be his assistant was a ‘pinch me’ moment. Of course, he didn’t want an assistant, it was thrust upon him by his wife, but you liked to think after all this time you’d wormed your way into his heart.
Working with Reed…was something else entirely. It was a learning curve, understanding just how the man’s brain worked. Even to this day, you weren’t sure you understood it. Even when things went perfectly, when test runs on prototypes worked out better than you could’ve ever imagined, Reed was never satisfied. Something could always be better, be improved, as if his brain was factoring in the hundreds of thousands of possibilities that could occur and alter your data. You made it work, though–with patience and understanding–you managed to find the best way to work around Reed’s faults and work with him, to support him.
What was supposed to be just a job in the Baxter Building became so much more. Through it, you gained a family you never thought quite possible.
Reed’s wife, Susan Storm, was another one of the brightest minds that you had ever encountered. Kind, compassionate, but fiercely loyal and unafraid to step up to the plate when a challenge arrived, when the people she loved were threatened. You admired her and everything she stood for, the way she carried herself day in and day out. And since the day you had arrived at the Baxter Building, she welcomed you with open arms, as if you had always been part of the family.
Ben Grimm was the most talented pilot you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. The perfect counter to Reed and his panicky mind at times, having known the man long enough to understand his quirks in a way you could only hope to. Ben was always kind, always open, always ready to lend a hand or be a shoulder for anyone that needed to listen.
Johnny Storm…was the bane of your existence, in the best way.
“Wrong address, sweetheart. The modeling agency is two blocks down. I could escort you over there, if you’d like?”
Those were the first words the hot-headed younger brother of Sue Storm had said to you, passing by you in the lobby of the building on your first day, a wink thrown in for good measure when he’d spoken.
Having followed Dr. Richards' work long enough, which meant knowing bits about his personal life, you were well aware of the reputation that Johnny Storm carried. The papers and magazines, talk shows and gossip blogs, all called him a playboy simply because he’d never been in a long-term relationship but was still a ladies man. You never saw him like that, though. All you saw was a brilliant guy, a lover of space, even if that passion of his was sometimes overlooked because of his ‘love for women’.
And, oh, how you wished his empty, blatant flirting with you didn’t bring a blush to your cheeks every time, or make your heart skip a beat, but it did. Every single time, it did. You weren’t blind: Johnny Storm was objectively handsome and much too charming for his own good, and you decided right then and there that you would use every ounce of your willpower to ignore his empty flirts. You didn’t need to become another girl hopelessly in love with the heartthrob of the Fantastic Four, even if your heart ached when you saw him with anyone else.
Those four had become important to you in ways that you would never be able to describe, but Sue always described it best: a family.
That’s why when four of the closest people to you in life went up into space for Reed’s exploration mission, and came back cosmically changed forever, you never left their sides. They were your family, and family stuck together, no matter what.
“Reed,” your comment was cautious, hands stilling at your work station in the lab of the Baxter Building. Glancing over your shoulder, Reed was hunched over the machine he’d built in just a day, specifically to monitor the health of the baby growing inside of Sue’s stomach, as Herbie rocked back and forth beside him. “You’ve scanned Sue a thousand times at this point-”
“That’s an exaggeration. I’ve scanned her 123 times-”
“That’s not the point,” he glanced over at you then, looking away the second he saw the pointed look you were throwing at him. With a sigh, you abandoned your work, leaning back against the table behind you to watch him fret over the device. “We have run every test possible, scanned for every data point that links back to the fluctuations in your DNA from the cosmic rays we noted years ago, and we’ve gotten nothing. Your baby is okay.”
“There are still more tests to run,”
Another sigh escaped past your lips, and you allowed yourself to hang your head with a shake.
Since the moment Sue had announced her pregnancy, he’d been like this: even more on edge than usual. Baby-proofing the kitchen, smoke detectors in every single room and hallway, baby gates around every corner, it was getting insufferable. A sweet gesture, overall, and a testament to how much he loved and adored Sue, but exhausting to everyone else that had to be in his presence.
“Fine, but I’m not breaking the news to Sue that you want to scan her…again,”
“I already told her to meet me down here before dinner for another scan. We can adjust the parameters tomorrow. I want another data set from today’s scan at the current parameters to compare the changes with,” Reed never looked in your direction, still fiddling with the machine in front of him. “You’re staying for dinner, yes?”
“I’m making it,” was the response you shot back to him, powering down your workstation in the lab and rising from your chair, crossing the room to stand in front of him. “Apparently Sue has been craving spaghetti, and requested my family recipe.”
“You can’t argue with a pregnant woman,” Reed muttered, just loud enough for you to hear, but he still never looked up. “I’ll see you up there for dinner, then. There’s a few more tests that I want to run.”
“You also have a meeting at 5:45 and one at 6:15,” you shot back to him as you turned to leave the lab, checking the desk calendar lying beside your work station. There was a hum from the man, the smallest acknowledgement you were going to get, so you set your sights on Herbie and waved him forward. “Come on, Herb. An extra hand in the kitchen is always nice.”
As much as you thought of the Fantastic Four as your family, you never stayed for dinner often. You always tried your hardest to uphold the lines between your work life and personal life, not wanting to blur them completely (though, you were sure you had already blurred them enough for it to be too late). There had been plenty of times over the years where you’d stayed for dinner, usually once a month at this rate.
Sue always invited you, and you never wanted to disappoint her, and you gave in often. Ben had a way of wrangling you into saying yes before you were ever given the chance to speak at all. Reed had only asked once, asking you to stay back for the dinner months ago in which they announced to you that Sue was pregnant.
Johnny asked every day. You said no, most of the time, but when you did stay for dinner it was usually because those captivating, bright blue eyes were staring into your soul and pleading with you to stay.
Speak of the devil: there he sat at the dining room table. Clad in a white t-shirt with their logo resting over the pocket and the blue pants of his suit, a weird sight given that you had been in the lab with Reed all day and didn’t think any of them had left to attend to any ‘hero’ work.
You didn’t say a word as you strolled past him into the kitchen with Herbie on your heels, simply plucking the box of Lucky Charms from his hands as you swooped past. It was impossible not to smile to yourself at the scoff of indignation he let out at your actions.
“Hey-!”
“You’re going to spoil your appetite,” you shot back at him, throwing him a smirk over your shoulder before slotting the now closed cereal box into the cupboard where it usually sat.
Herbie beeped out a set of beeps that, over the years, you had come to understand. This time, he was agreeing with you, pointing out some facts about how eating out of the box lacked moderation, and would in turn actually spoil his appetite. You gave the little robot a fist bump for that, something that Johnny shot the little helper a glare for.
“Come on, Herbert, you’re supposed to take my side on these things!” There was no real malice in his words as he got up from the dining room table, rounding into the kitchen as you took the pots and pans that Herbie had gathered for you, setting them out along the counter where you needed them. “Baby, you didn’t tell me you were staying for dinner.”
When you told yourself that you weren’t going to fall into the trap that was the charming and charismatic Johnny Storm, you weren’t prepared for two things.
One: when he got comfortable around someone, he could be an even bigger flirt. Pet names were constant. Baby, sweetheart, honey, doll, love…you name it, Johnny called you it. Constantly. So constantly you were sure the blush on your cheeks was a permanent staple. He’d even once called you his little flame–that had been met with the tip of your heel being dug into his foot.
The second thing you weren’t prepared for: touch. Johnny Storm didn’t understand personal space, not when he was comfortable around you. If you were in the room with him, he was standing less than a foot from you, and you always knew because you could feel the warmth that radiated off his unusually hot skin. His hands would always rest on your arm, your elbow, right at the bottom of your lower back.
Moments like this in the kitchen were normal, and yet they still fried your brain. That simply little pet name, and Johnny’s warm hand ghosting over your lower back, before coming to rest on your hip. Clearing your throat, you gently pried his hand from your body, shooting him a look as you moved around to get the ingredients for dinner, hoping your flushed cheeks didn’t give you away.
“When your pregnant sister has cravings for my personal family recipe spaghetti, I’m required to oblige her,”
“I asked you to make this for me two weeks ago and you refused,”
Johnny followed close behind you, like a little puppy following its owner. You tried, and failed, to contain your smile at his actions. The media might paint him as some sex god (you weren’t going to lie…if he wanted to be, he could be) but you saw him for what he was: the epitome of a little golden retriever at times.
“Well you aren’t a hormonal pregnant woman with super powers,” you shot back at him, taking the opened jar of spaghetti sauce from Herbie’s hand and dumping it into the pot on the stove top, turning up the heat on the boiling pot of water for the noodles Herbie had laid out for you.
“No, but Johnny is a hormonal guy with super powers, who adores your cooking,” bumping his hip with yours, Johnny stole the wooden spoon from your hand with ease, dipping it into the simmering sauce to stir. With that same ease, he leaned down just slightly, leaving a kiss to your bare shoulder that felt as if it had left a brand into your skin. “Johnny also happens to just adore you, and loves when you stay for dinner.”
You had given up on the blush by now. He’d surely seen it enough over the years with his incessant flirting, there was no use in hiding it. Bumping your hip back with him, biting into your bottom lip in a failed attempt to conceal the smile spreading across your lips, you stole the wooden spoon back from him.
“Johnny also talks in the third person too much, and is an insufferable flirt half the time,” he dipped his hand into the sauce, coating his fingers in red as you whacked lightly at his hand, forcing him to withdraw as quickly as he’d dipped in. “What have I told you about doing that!”
He’d laughed, one of your favorite sounds, as you glanced over at him with a bright smile, unable to truly stay mad at him…ever.
That was, until he dipped his sauce-covered ring finger and middle finger into his mouth to lick the sauce clean off, eyes never leaving yours and a smirk curling up on his lips. It forced you to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat and look away as quickly as you could, feeling a different kind of heat swelling in your body: yeah, Johnny knew exactly what he was doing.
“Not sure, baby, that look you’re giving me right now doesn’t scream that I’m insufferable-”
“Oh, that’s exactly what it’s screaming,” you shot back, even with the ghost of a smile pulling at your lips as Herbie readied the garlic bread on the counter behind you. “If you’re not going to help, you can leave this kitchen. I don’t care if you live here.”
Johnny rolled his eyes in response, hopping up onto the counter next to the stove where you worked. You caught the box of noodles he knocked over before they could fall to the ground, shooting him a look as he held his hands up innocently, dumping them into the boiling water pot.
“You basically live here, too,”
“I don’t-”
“Yeah, because you keep refusing the room that Sue prepared for you,”
He…wasn’t wrong. Two years ago, Sue had transformed what was previously the guest room into a room that looked like it had been built just for you. Your favorite color on the walls, a matching quilt set on the bed, and she’d offered it to you. A place to stay, to live, given that Reed sometimes had you in the Baxter Building until the oddest hours of the morning.
You declined, still desperate to keep that line between your work life and your personal life separate, as tempting of an offer as it was. Sue wasn’t slighted by your decision at all, instead offering it to you to use whenever you needed to. There had been times in which you had taken up that offer, a few changes of clothes tucked away in the room on the odd chance that you’d need them.
“This place is your home, not mine,” you didn’t look at Johnny as you spoke, simply shaking your head as you stirred both the sauce and the noodles in their respective pots. “I’m Reed’s assistant, I’m not family-”
“Stop it,”
Even with the heat that rolled off Johnny Storm, every time his bare skin touched your own it sent a shiver straight down the length of your spine. His hand curled around your jawline, thumb and index finger pinching at your chin to force you to look up at him, to gaze into those intense blue eyes and the look on his face that had morphed so quickly from playful to serious.
“Johnny-”
“You are family, whether you like it or not,” the statement didn’t surprise you, it wasn’t the first time in your four years of knowing him that Johnny had said something like this to you, or anyone on the team for that matter. It always made you feel warm inside, though, to hear him say it, to see that loyalty and love for the people he cared about shine through in his words, such a stark contrast to the way the media sometimes portrayed him. “There’s not a thing I wouldn’t do for you.”
That was new. He hadn’t made a declaration like that to you before.
It was something about the look in his eyes as he said it–so genuine, so soft–that had you melting into his touch. His hand curled back up to your cheek, thumb just barely caressing the apple of your cheek, leaving a trail of heat with every swipe of his finger against your skin. Your heart betrayed you, fluttering in that moment like it always did.
These moments used to be few and far between. You didn’t know how else to describe them besides just calling them moments. Over the first few years of knowing Johnny Storm, there were small moments where that empty flirts verged on the edge of something different, something raw and real. But in the last year, they happened more often than they didn’t. Johnny wasn’t pictured out with as many women anymore, wasn’t brazenly caught flirting with anyone with legs and a pulse at events. And in moments like this, even in front of his family, he’d touch you, caress you, speak to you in a way that felt so genuine, that felt like it was real. Like the flirting was no longer just empty, meaningless fun.
That line between your work and personal life might have been a muddled mess, but the line between being Johnny Storm’s friend and something entirely more was practically non-existent now.
“You say that to all your women?” you quipped back, trying to hold your own, even as you were melting inside and your voice came out as a whisper. The playful look on Johnny’s face returned in a second, his fingers instead pinching the cheek he’d just been so softly caressing.
“Never, honey. Those words are reserved for my brother-in-law’s pretty little assistant,”
In typical Johnny fashion, he was able to dissolve and ruin whatever the moment was in an instant with his usual ‘charm’. Swatting his hand away, you returned your attention to the food on the stove in front of you, smiling to yourself as Herbie beeped out a popular song you’d heard on the radio behind you.
“You always have a line, don’t you?”
“Hey, you know what you signed up for, being friends with all this,” he jokingly motioned to his body, and you caught sight of the smile lighting up his face again as you laughed incredulously at his actions. “As part of the package deal, being friends with me, you are legally required to attend movie night in the living room with me after dinner.”
You hummed in response, even if you were smiling the entire time just from listening to him talk.
“This sounds like an impromptu movie night-”
“All of our movie nights are impromptu, babe-”
“I saw earlier that channel 2 is playing The Sound of Music tonight,” you shot back at him, finally looking up at him with an expectant look on your face. “That’s what I want to watch.”
Johnny groaned, throwing his head back and knocking it against the cupboards with a wince on his face. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his overdramatic antics, as usual.
“But channel 3 is showing Psycho!”
“And you dipped your hand–which, god knows where that thing might have been–into my sauce for dinner,”
Johnny opened his mouth to speak, before mulling over your words, and effectively shutting it with a nod.
“You know what, if it gets you to have a movie night with me, then I’ll take it,”
God, you adored this man, more than you should. More than you wanted to. In his presence, especially now, you were pretty sure the smile on your face was a constant, that it would never leave, as you laughed at him once more.
Finishing off the special blend of additions to your sauce, giving it another swirl with the wooden spoon, you brought it up to your lips for a quick taste. Satisfied, you held one hand under the spoon to keep it from dripping, holding it up toward Johnny.
“Alright, give it a taste,”
His eyes stayed locked on yours, that familiar intensity and warmth in them keeping you locked in place, holding your breath, as he took a quick slurp from the spoon. Smacking his lips together, running his tongue out along his lips, he gave a definitive nod.
“As always…perfection. Though, I expect nothing less from you,”
Before you could retort to his cheesy comment, his hand reached out, eyes still locked on yours, as he cupped your chin once more and ran his finger over your lips. With the slightest of glances down, you saw the small spot of red on his finger, the remnants of the sauce he’d so gently just wiped from your lips.
Glancing back up to those blue eyes you loved more than you cared to admit, you caught the way they finally glanced down at your lips, before looking away as if to not get caught.
“...am I interrupting something?”
As if Johnny had burst into flames and burned you, you jumped away from him immediately the second you heard the voice of Sue Storm across the room. You never even looked back up at Johnny, or turned around to look at the woman by the dining room table, just stared down into the sauce pot as you continued to stir it and the noodles.
“Actually, sis, you very much are interrupting something here,” Johnny called out across the room, and you could see him gesturing with his hands between you both from the corners of your vision.
“Johnny,” you rolled your eyes, glancing over at him with flushed red cheeks from what had just transpired. “Sue isn’t interrupting anything.”
“She kind of is. We were kind of having a moment here-”
“Johnny, we were not having a moment,”
You very much were having a moment, but you weren’t admitting that to him. His ego burned hot enough, no need to stroke the fire.
Sue laughed, rounding into the kitchen as she stopped by Herbie, thanking him and taking the garlic bread tray from him to pop into the oven he had preheated.
“Johnny, why don’t you go get cleaned up for dinner and stop bothering the poor girl. Bad enough I’m making her cook for me, she doesn’t need you hovering,”
The man let out a sigh, muttering something mocking toward his sister, as he threw himself off the counter with dramatic flair. He wasn’t done making your heart race, though, his hand curling around the back of your head as he planted a kiss directly to your hairline, before he disappeared from the kitchen with a pat to Herbie’s head.
The pots on the stove were forgotten as you turned around, simply watching him disappear with an incredulous look on your face. Quickly, your eyes shot to Sue, who was watching you with a smirk as she leaned against the island counter.
“There was nothing happening there,”
“I didn’t say there was,”
“But you’re giving me that look,”
“I’m not giving you any kind of look,” the blonde laughed, stepping up beside you to take the wooden spoon from your hand, tasting the sauce herself with a happy little sigh. “Just…enjoying watching the show from the sidelines, waiting for one of you to make a move.”
“Sue, there’s no move to make. He’s just…he’s Johnny,”
“And Johnny is my brother,” she shot back with a grin. “And Johnny has never been like that with someone, just with you.”
You didn’t get to respond, before Herbie cut in with another series of beeps. Your eyes shot wide as you listened to what he was saying, cheeks flaring an even brighter shade of red as Sue choked on air, laughing to herself at your side.
“HERBIE! THAT’S SO INAPPROPRIATE!”
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It had been two weeks, and Reed had somehow managed to scan Sue a total of 142 times, now. Sometimes, you wondered how she was able to put up with his hovering, the hovering that had gotten exponentially worse since she announced she was pregnant.
“I’m not getting clear imaging,” Reed called out from the other side of the lab, the only sound in the room being the incessant beeping of the machine he’d built to monitor the baby, and the solder iron in your hand as it worked away on the small device in front of you. You shook your head at his comments once more, adjusting the eye protectors resting on the bridge of your nose as little sparks jumped up as the last piece of the triangular device was finally attached. “I’m going to have Herbie recalibrate this, I don’t like the data output I’m getting, I want a clear image on the next scan. Is the second bridge device ready?”
“Just finished fixing the soldering on the stand, so it should be good to go,” you shot back, tossing your eye protectors down at your workstation, lifting the device carefully and carrying it over to Reed’s station, setting it down with the matching device. “And, once again, you really don’t need to scan the baby again.”
You were met with silence, unsurprisingly. Until, the workstation down the room set off its alarm bell, a familiar tone that had you stand up straighter where you stood.
“New deep space transmission,” there was a hint of elation in Reed’s tone as he said it, quickening his pace across the room with Herbie hot on his trail. “Let’s identify the origin, then record it for further analysis.”
Quickly walking back over to your workstation, your eyes drifted to that desk calendar sitting next to you, and to today’s date: a poorly drawn flame, and the time “2:15” scribbled in a barely legible handwriting that you recognized instantly. Even if you hadn’t, the terribly drawn heart with your initials in it scribbled in the corner would’ve given it away.
“Your analysis is going to have to wait, Reed,” you called out with a sigh, knowing you weren’t the one who put this meeting on the calendar, but you sure knew who had. “You have a 2:15 incoming.”
“2:15? What 2:15?” Reed never even looked in your direction, focused on the new transmission. “You didn’t tell me there was anything on my calendar.”
“Well, I didn’t put this one on the calendar myself, but you must have cleared it at some point…”
Just then, the elevator doors to the lab popped open with a familiar ding sound.
“Ah–Reed!”
Good god, Johnny Storm was trying to kill you. You weren’t even sure if that was an exaggeration at this point, because you wouldn’t put it past him.
Blue looked good on him, it always had, but the navy blue button up he was wearing was doing nothing for your mind that was screaming at you to “keep it professional.” It didn’t help that the first few buttons were already undone, giving a slight peak to his chest. The white chinos–those were the nail in your metaphorical coffin. They had no right to be that tight, and he had no right to look so damn good in them.
“Ah…that 2:15,” you tried your best to conceal your laugh at Reed’s comment across the lab. “Johnny, do we have to today?”
“Johnny, do we have to today? As if I didn’t ask to put it on the schedule,” the blonde man in question mumbled mockingly to himself as he slid up to your side at your workstation as you laughed at his antics. One of his hands grabbed the back of your neck, tugging you closer before you could even think about it, pressing another kiss to your hairline. Suddenly, you felt like you were back in the kitchen weeks ago. “Darling, have I ever told you how breathtaking you look in your lab coat?”
“It’s a white coat, Johnny, it’s nothing special,” you deflected, taking just a short glance up at him before you had to look away, already knowing you were as red as the table beneath your hands.
“But the girl wearing it is-”
“Johnny, do you want to have this meeting or do you want to flirt with my assistant?”
You hung your head with a groan, even as Johnny laughed at the comment from his brother-in-law. His arm slung around your waist, hand settling on your hip as the heat that rolled off his body enveloped you for a moment, letting yourself lean into the side hug he gave you and the squeeze to your hip, before he was gone.
“There’s enough time in the day to do both! No, I had some thoughts about the new suit designs,”
“There are no new space suit designs-”
You glanced over at the pair as they met face-to-face in the middle of the lab, Johnny holding up the sheet he was concealing behind his back.
“You finished them years ago…they have dust on them,” Johnny deadpanned, letting out a sigh as Reed took the design sheet from him. “Look, I get it. You’re going to be a father soon, you’re scared-”
“I’m not-I’m not scared,” Reed cut in immediately, and you could hear the anxious undertone that overtook him immediately at Johnny’s words. Without even having to be summoned, knowing how his brain worked after all this time, you simply shrugged off your lab coat and stalked over to the pair, taking the design sheet from Reed’s hands without a word and placing it on his chalkboard full of equations. “I’m-I’m busy, Johnny. I’m busy. I’m busy, there’s a difference.”
“He means busy on his pace to scan Sue at least 200 times before she gives birth,” you shot back, sending Reed a bright smile that he frowned at, clearly seeing that you were siding with Johnny here. “Not terrified of becoming a father at all, those two things definitely don’t correlate.”
Johnny laughed, smile bright, and it only brightened the one on your face, a tug somewhere deep in your chest pulling on you when he locked eyes with you. Reed snapped your attention back to him in an instant, running a hand down his face as he gestured in Herbie’s direction.
“Just handle the new deep space transmission, please, instead of ganging up on me with Johnny,”
You laughed, heels clicking against the floors of the lab as you joined Herbie’s side as he waited for the transmission to be scratched into the record. There was a woosh of air, the air beside you heating up instantly as a hand found its way to rest on your lower back.
“Have you listened to it yet?”
The smile on your face softened as you glanced over at Johnny, who was staring down at the record in front of you both with pure excitement in his eyes. Beyond the physical moments, his flirtatious moments, these were the moments that had your plan to not fall for Johnny Storm splitting at the seams, if it hadn’t already.
“Seems to be a lot more of the same, just another complex signal,” Johnny left your side, the heat going with him, as he leaned against the blue table behind him. Herbie took the record from its place, rolling over to Johnny to hand it directly to him. “You’re more than welcome to take it with you, give it a listen.”
He twirled the record in his hands with a grin, absentmindedly reaching out to scratch the top of Herbie’s head. That simple little action elicited a giggle, hand coming up to cover your mouth as Johnny glanced up at you with a smirk.
“What’s so funny?”
“Herbie isn’t a dog, and yet you treat him like one,” you explained, stepping up just in front of him and grabbing his hand lightly, stopping the twirling of the record in his hands. “Also, you do know you aren’t supposed to get your fingerprints all over these, right?”
It was Johnny’s turn to laugh as he spun his hand, catching it in his palm and bringing it up to his lips, leaving a scorching hot, but gentle, kiss to your knuckles, sending a shiver straight through your bones. He didn’t even have a retort to your comment, just simply held your hand in his, thumb stroking along your skin, while your entire body flushed with a feeling you wanted to ignore.
“Johnny, what have I told you about flirting in my lab? I need my assistant, we’re trying to run a test,”
The moment was gone in seconds, your hand dropped from Johnny’s as he raced to the other side of the lab, following closely behind Reed and tossing the record onto the closest table.
You could only shake your head with a laugh, walking beside Herbie to join them, knowing Reed would be mumbling to himself the rest of the week about this moment and how much Johnny liked pissing him off.
“Cool! I got time,”
Reed didn’t roll his eyes as you and Herbie joined them back at your workstations, but you could see how much he wanted to. Holding the device you’d just finished off in his hand, you watched in the same awe you had for four years as his arm stretched across the length of the lab, placing it right back beside your own workstation.
“Bridge teleportation test one,” grabbing the notebook lying beside the device that contained your notes on the project, you flipped to a new page, prepared to note down any disparities that occurred during the test, as Reed placed an egg on the newly soldered stand. “Movement of organic matter six meters.”
Johnny grabbed the protective glasses beside the work desk, about to slip them on, before Reed took them with no hesitation and slipped them on himself. The blonde turned to you with an incredulous look that simply drew a laugh from you.
“Those are his pair, you can’t touch his pair,” you teased the man, who simply shot you a wink in return, as you both took the pairs that Herbie was holding out to you both. Johnny gave the little robot a quick fist bump.
Such a simple action that still had you grinning in childlike adoration at the side of his face.
Reed gave you a simple look, confirming you were ready. You gave him a nod, as he took hold of the switch to activate the device.
“Let’s run it,”
The whirring of the machine sounded, three silver beams of energy emitting from the device and encasing the egg within a sphere of energy. There was a shift in the room as that energy grew, as the hum of the machine filled the air, before there was a simple POP–and the egg was gone.
One glance from each of you over your shoulders was enough to confirm that the egg was, in fact, sitting on the opposite platform. Completely untouched and intact.
“It worked!” Johnny exclaimed, gesturing toward the egg.
That’s when the power to the building cut out.
It wasn’t surprising, given the notes you both had taken. The amount of energy that needed to be funneled through the device in order to channel enough energy to actually move organic matter without hurting it was sure to be beyond the energy limits of the Baxter Building. A full power outage…not what you were expecting. Not that you could write that note down in the pitch black of the room.
“Johnny,” Reed’s voice called out in the dark, steady with no hint of any emotion you could decipher in it. The man in question came to life beside you, body engulfed in flames, the flame resistant fabric of his specially tailored clothing working overtime to keep him from being stark naked. He stood with his hands on his hips, and even from the side you could see the smirk curling up on his lips. “Could you reset the breaker?”
You’d known Johnny long enough now, been his friend for enough years, to know him. Know him better than a colleague should. The instant dip in his smirk to a frown was clear, the tension in his broad shoulders, as he tossed his glasses down onto the table. He didn’t spare either of you another look, crossing the room to grab the record.
“Other way-”
“I know,” Johnny snapped, beside his flame engulfed body was on the other side of the lab, flipping the breaker as the electricity of the building roared to life again. The second it did, he was in the elevator, doors shutting without another word.
Neither you nor Reed spoke for a moment, simply looking down at the bridge teleportation device on the table in front of him.
“I’ve upset him,”
Reed didn’t phrase it like a question, he said it like a statement. Both were true, though. Reed always knew when he had upset Johnny, but never how he had really upset him.
You took a deep breath, nodding, as you scribbled a note in your notebook before turning on your heels, stalking back to your own workstation.
“Well, he went out of his way to put time on your calendar just to talk to you about the suits, and you did dismiss him…” you trailed off as you reached your station, eyes flickering back down to that desk calendar beside you. You couldn’t help it, letting your fingers lightly trail over that little heart with your initials, smiling to yourself, wishing it meant more than what it did mean: nothing. “Johnny loves space, he only got to go up once before…this all happened. You can’t blame him for wanting to go back.”
It was quiet for another moment in the lab, before Reed spoke up again.
“You know him well…better than I think I do,”
The flush in your cheeks was inevitable at that, embarrassment flooding you as it was easy for you to read between the lines of what Reed was trying to insinuate.
“I-I just listen to him. I always listen,”
It was quiet again.
“Go check on him,” was all Reed said. “If there’s anyone he’d want to talk to right now, it’s you.”
You wanted to argue, to save the crumbling bits of that wall between work and personal, but even you knew it was too late for that.
Johnny’s bedroom door was just two down from the guest room Sue had offered you years ago, a bathroom being the only thing that separated them. Ben’s room was at the other end of the hallway, along with the nursery where the soon to be baby Richards would sleep.
You may not have stayed in that guest room often, but you’d been in these hallways enough to know it like the back of your hand. To know it like it was your own home.
There were countless nights, before you’d make the short walk back to your apartment, where Johnny had coerced you into movie nights in his room. He’d never try anything, never push you into something, always leaving the door open to make sure you knew he wasn’t bringing you upstairs for some alternative reason. His room was just quieter, and felt more private. It gave you the chance to see the side of Johnny that the world didn’t get to see.
The space lover, who spent his life dreaming of being an astronaut, of going into space and seeing the stars. He was a thrill-seeker, always wanting to live his life on the edge, to find joy in those rushes of adrenaline. But beyond it all, just a good man. A man who had an entire collection of records lining one wall of his room, organized from his favorite records to his least favorite, even though he claimed there wasn’t really a least favorite. The world got to know the Human Torch, but in the confines of those four walls, you got to know Johnny Storm. The second you did, you knew your heart was fucked.
You found him in a spot you’d found him in before: leaning against the floor to ceiling windows of his room, staring out at the spaceship he hadn’t stepped foot in for four years. Your heart broke slightly from where you stood in the doorway, able to see the longing that was woven into his frown, that shone through his eyes that never strayed far from the Excelsior.
“You know,” with a few steps into the room, standing beside the record player, you lifted the needle to stop the replay of the foreign language from the deep space transmission that played on a loop. Johnny looked over, a soft smile overtaking his frown at the sight of you, as you kept your own voice soft and light. “I don’t think deep space transmissions are the right background music if you’re going to stare longingly out your window.”
Johnny laughed in a huff, turning on his heel to flick through his record collection.
“And suggestions then for a melancholic moment such as this?”
“Elvis typically has some hits that can set that mood,”
You watched him, the slight shake in his body that hinted he was laughing again, before he plucked a record from the shelves and rose back to his feed. Standing beside the record player with you, he slid it into your hands without another word and plopped into the chair just across from the player.
With care, like you’d done it a hundred times before (you had, right here in this room), you slipped the record onto the player, dropping the needle down as it coasted along the grooves etched into the record.
When no-one else can understand me, when everything I do is wrong…you give me hope and consolation. You give me strength to carry on.
The lyrics settled in you heavily, but it made your body feel lighter. It was impossible not to read into them, to not think too hard about the deliberate music choice that Johnny had made. You couldn’t help that, somewhere deep in your heart where you had buried your feelings for the flaming man years ago, you were hoping these lyrics were a personal message to you.
“Reed send you to check on me?” Johnny asked after a moment, leaning back in his chair, arms folded over his chest as he watched you. Composing yourself for a moment, shoving the flurry of butterflies beating against your chest down, you turned to face him and his blue eyes with a shrug.
“Technically, but I would’ve come on my own,” Johnny hummed, the ghost of a smile on his lips, as his gaze found its way back to the spaceship taunting him just beyond the window. “Come on, matchstick, talk to me.”
He huffed out another laugh, stretching his arms above his head as you tried your best to keep your eyes trained on his face and not drift down his torso. Eventually, his arms settled back across his chest, his gaze still stuck out the window.
“I don’t know…it’s stupid. Last time we went up, we came back with superpowers, trust me, I get that. Now, he’s got a kid on the way. But I know–I know–that he knows how much space means to me. So, when he just dismisses me like that-”
“It makes you feel inadequate? Like you’re a child?” Johnny’s gaze found you again as you shrugged with a light smile. “I’ve worked in an enclosed space with him almost every day for four years, Johnny. He used to make me feel that way all the time, until I realized that Reed’s never trying to make me feel like that.”
“I know he’s not doing it on purpose…doesn’t mean I’m not going to shit talk him in the confines of these walls,” he gestured around the room as you laughed, coming to stand beside his chair, looking down on him as he sighed once more. His hands fell, gripping his knees, as he rubbed them back and forth against the fabric of his pants. “I love space. Simple as that.”
You hummed, bending down beside the chair Johnny sat in so that you were essentially squatting before him, having to look up at him. Hesitation caught you for just a second, your brain actively fighting a war with your heart as you raised your hands, but you ultimately took his hands in yours.
All it took was a second for your eyes to drift over to the table beside him. One lamp, a stack of books, and the flash of a polaroid photo leaning against those books: a photo of you. Taken at some point in the lab, laughter written across your face, your hand almost blocking a portion of the lens as you tried to stop him from taking the photo. You didn’t even remember it being taken in the first place.
Good god, he was really going to be the death of you.
Eyes quickly back on him, with a little squeeze to his hands, you gave Johnny the most comforting smile you could, even as your heart did somersaults in your chest.
“I know you do. You’ll go back to space, Johnny, I promise,”
His eyes watched your hands, and you could see it on his face: that hint of adoration, that hint of something genuine that suggested it wasn’t all just a game, that you weren’t imaging moments for more than they were.
“What if I don’t?”
“You’re Johnny Storm, I’ve never seen you not get something you wanted before. Especially not something you want this bad,”
His mouth parted just slightly as he hesitated. You watched as his tongue darted out, just barely grazing over the edge of his bottom lip, before you flicked your eyes back to his.
“You’re wrong…I think there’s something I want more. Been trying to get it for awhile, but…she just keeps slipping through my fingers somehow,”
That tug on your heart was back. Your heart was surely beating so fast that it could be heard, hammering against your ribcage, as his thumbs glided back and forth across your skin. You could barely think of a response, too stuck on his words: the closest thing to a confession of any kind you’d heard in four years. Raw, real, genuine.
Johnny stood quickly, barely giving you a chance to potentially think of a response as he tugged you back to your feet. His arm enveloped your waist, your hand falling to his bicep as he still held your other hand in the air beside you both. You weren’t sure now if the flush crawling up your neck into your cheeks was from the moment, or from the heat radiating off of him.
“W-What are you doing?”
“We’re dancing,” he said it as if it was the most casual thing in the world, that usual smirk of his back on his face. Whatever had happened moments before, whatever confession may or may not have been said, was brushed away in an instant, that charming, flirty personality of his back in full force. “Can’t turn on Elvis and not dance, I think that’s a literal crime.”
“I didn’t know you even knew how to dance,”
“Oh, I don’t, Sue’s been telling me for years that I have two left feet,” Johnny shot back, shooting a wink down at you as his hand readjusted its grip along your waist. “Can’t be that hard with the prettiest girl in the building in my arms, right?”
Swaying back and forth, wrapped up in the heat of his body, in the faint smell of the cologne that coated his clothing, you were very certain that Johnny Storm was going to be the death of you.
And when you smile the world is brighter. You touch my hand and I'm a king. Your kiss to me is worth a fortune, your love for me is everything.
Johnny tilted his head back from you by just a hair, and you followed suit. Deep blue eyes, as captivating to you as they were the first time you ever saw them, shone with an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher. If you could, you weren’t sure you would survive knowing.
Faces just an inch away, the closest and most intimate moment you’d ever shared with the man you knew in your heart was never going to be just your friend, your colleague, you were verging on the edge of making a terrible choice. Of opening the floodgates, of unlocking the feelings you’d buried away so long ago and letting them flow.
“This is an interesting little relationship you and I have, you know,”
Johnny always found a way to ruin these moments, and this was just another example. Lips tugged up into a smirk, mischief swarming his eyes as he teased you, that fleeting moment of raw vulnerability was gone.
Hand slipped from his, body pulled back from his and a roll of your eyes, you turned on your heel within seconds.
“So typical of you, Storm,”
“What-? What did I do!”
You huffed out a laugh, a smile creeping onto your lips even as you tried to keep it at bay, as you threw your comment over your shoulder as you walked toward the door.
“You went and killed the moment, Johnny, as per usual,”
“...so you admit it, we WERE having a moment!”
You barked out a laugh, shaking your head as you crossed through the doorframe. You could never stay mad at him, not when your heart yearned for him in a way you wish it didn’t.
“Come on! At least let me make it up to you. Will you stay for dinner?”
With a final glance cast over your shoulder toward him, you shot him a bright smile.
“If you’re lucky, flame boy!”
❤︎
Yeah, you really couldn’t say no to Johnny Storm.
Not when he’d spoken so sweetly to you, held you so tenderly, and all around just invaded every part of your brain and your heart. To be fair, he barely had to try honestly to do that.
It wasn’t shocking to see Ben in the kitchen, it seemed to be one of his happy places. You weren’t complaining: on the nights you did stay for dinner, and Ben was cooking, you knew you were going home with the best leftovers the city of New York had ever seen.
“Decided to stay for dinner again?” Sue called out toward you with a smile, giving Herbie a pat on the head as he worked away at carving a pumpkin. You shot her a smile in return, pouring yourself a quick glass of water before making your way toward Ben.
“Johnny asked…and I decided to be nice and oblige him,” you didn’t miss the teasing hum that Ben let out, lightly whacking him on his rocky shoulder. Not that it did you any good, hurting your hand more than it would ever hurt him. His laughter was ignored as your eyes lit up, catching sight of the familiar black and white cookies he was dumping onto a plate. “Oh my god, did you go grab these from Maisie’s?”
“Yes,” Ben waved your hand away when you went to reach for the cookies, producing another paper bag and sliding it your way. “These ones are yours.”
The smell that wafted from the bag was enough to have you almost moaning in the middle of the kitchen, eagerly digging one of the cookies out. Maisie’s famous snickerdoodle cookies, the perfect blend of cinnamon and sugar that you had adored since you were a little girl. One bite of the cookie had you in absolute heaven.
“Oh my god, I haven’t had these in ages!” Ben and Sue both laughed at your excitement as you took another bite of the warm cookie in your hand. “How did you know these were my favorites?”
Ben’s smirk wasn’t hard to miss at all.
“Oh, I didn’t. Johnny asked me to pick those up for you,”
It was probably time to accept that blushing around this family was the only thing you were capable of.
Sue’s laughter rang loudest as she rounded the island counter, high fiving Ben as she shot you a pointed look.
“You really have my brother wrapped around your finger without even trying, huh? You know, before I went to get scanned–again–in the lab, I stopped by the nursery to check out the crib progress. Heard a little The Wonder of You from down the hall, thought I’d peek in…”
The groan you emitted could probably be heard from the other side of the country, leaning down to barely bang your head against the countertop. Ben and Sue’s laughter rang through the air again as you looked up, desperately waving your hands.
“I swear, it wasn’t what it looked like-”
“What wasn’t what it looked like?”
Of course, Johnny chose to make his grand entrance at that moment. Thankfully for you, he’d changed out of that ridiculously hot button up. Unfortunately for you, he was still wearing those god forsaken white chinos.
“Your little dance Sue was telling me about earlier,” Ben teased, easily catching your hand as it came up to whack him again in his rough, oversized one. “What’s with the long face?”
“Oh that dance was exactly what it looked like. Thanks for coming to dinner though, sweetheart, glad you like the cookies,” Johnny tacked on a wink in your direction, one you affectionately rolled your eyes over, before his smile was back to a frown. “And what of it, Ben?”
“Sounds like your 2:15 with Reed didn’t go well. I’m sorry, pal,”
From across the room, you could see Johnny’s shoulders move in a huff of laughter as he clapped, bringing down the cabinet shelf that held the same box of cereal you had taken from him two weeks ago. You moved around the island counter, filming your cup with more water before standing opposite of Ben while Johnny made his way back over.
“Hey, I’m fine,” he spoke, though the edge in his words was clear as he did, coming to stand directly at your side. “I don’t mind or anything, it’s just, uh-”
“I hear you, pal. We’ll go to space again,”
“That’s what I was trying to tell him earlier,” you tacked on, bumping your hip with Johnny’s, who quickly did the same back to you.
That smile you adored was back in moments, though, as he dug his hand into the box and produced the action figure waiting inside: a miniature Johnny Storm. His bright grin was turned in your direction as he waved the toy toward you, his signature catchphrase from the cartoon–flame on–ringing through the air as Reed entered the room, greeting his wife by the dining room table.
“They captured my likeness so perfectly, don’t you think?” he quipped, activating the catchphrase once again as you rolled your eyes. “Do you still have the one I gave you a few months ago?”
“Yeah, buried in the junk drawer of my kitchen,”
Johnny feigned shock, pinching your side quickly as you squirmed away with a laugh.
“At least upgrade me to your bedside table so I can be with you while you sleep,” that stupid line was accented with another wink before Johnny thrust the toy in Ben’s face. “Come on, admit it’s cool.”
That catchphrase just kept repeating.
I’m Johnny Storm! Flame On!
Flame On!
Flame On!
Ben grabbed the toy from Johnny’s hand in seconds, crushing it to nothing but dust and blowing it back in Johnny’s face with a smirk. You tried everything to conceal your laughter, but it was inevitable.
“Flame off!”
Sirens rang outside the balcony of the building’s living room. The flying cars of the police force raced past, bathing the room in red and blue lights. The second they disappeared, another squadron flew past in the other direction, the sirens all intermixing in the air.
These were the moments you never got to see often, when the team sprung into action. It was clear in Johnny and Ben alone, how their silly little moment was forgotten as they thrust into action, prepared to go running out of the building into danger. Reed simply held up a hand, shaking his head at the group.
“No, no, it’s alright. This is me,”
Ben and Sue followed Reed out onto the balcony, but Johnny hung back, his gaze stuck on you as you hadn’t moved from the kitchen. He simply tilted his head toward his family, holding his hand out for you. Such a simple move that shouldn’t have kickstarted your heart into what was surely an irregular rhythm, but it did.
The second you were at his side, Johnny’s hand rested at the small of your back, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt just so to tug you slightly closer to his side. Together, you stepped out onto the balcony of the Baxter Building beside Ben, overlooking New York as it was bathed in every corner in red and blue.
“For the past few months, I’ve been tracking a small number of criminal organizations throughout the city,”
You shot a look down at your boss, eyebrow raised.
“That’s what you’ve been doing in that notebook by your desk?” Reed simply waved your comment off, pointing just down the block, fairly close to the area in which your apartment resided.
“47 of them, to be exact. Including the Puppet Master in the Bowery, the Wizard in Gramercy Park, and Diablo in Washington Heights,”
Everyone on the balcony went quiet for a moment.
“You…baby-proofed the world,” Ben finally spoke. Sue’s sigh could be heard from the other end of the balcony as she tried to defend her husband.
“It’s a sweet gesture,”
“It’s a little insane,” you mumbled to yourself, just loud enough for you and Johnny to hear. The blonde at your side simply shrugged, glancing down at you and catching your gaze.
“It’s not totally crazy. He’s trying to protect the things he loves, what’s most precious to him…” Johnny’s lips quirked up just slightly. “I’d do it too…I’d do it for you.”
He said it so…so earnestly. With so much conviction in his tone, as if this was a certainty to him. That protecting not just his family, but you, was something he needed to do. That if it came down to it, he’d do it without a second thought.
“You…you have to stop saying things like that to me, Johnny,” you hated how breathless your voice came out, how wrecked you sounded as you whispered your response back to him, the conversation still droning on in the background between the other three.
The smile on Johnny’s face only widened, his hand slipping around from your lower back to your waist, as he gave you a light squeeze.
“Stop saying what, the truth?”
No, you need to stop saying things that are making me fall in love with you.
Love. That was a word that had only crossed your mind once when it came to Johnny Storm.
It was two years ago, a week to the day that you had lost your mother, your biggest supporter in life. You stood at that funeral, surrounded by estranged family members you hadn’t spoken to in years, and family friends who wept for your loss. Reed, Sue, Ben and Johnny had come, offered their condolences, paid their respects.
When the others left, Johnny stayed. He stood by your side through the first viewing, never left it during the second viewing, and stood with you in the pouring rain an hour after they’d put her in the ground. You had cried, he held you, and he’d simply never left you alone that day. The colleague that had quickly become a friend, who flirted with you every chance he got, never uttered a single flirtatious comment that day. He’d simply been there, been the shoulder you needed.
That was the day you realized you may have fallen in love with the one man you told yourself not to fall in love with, and you buried those feelings in your heart for what you thought would be forever.
“Stuck in your head over there? Come on, it’s dinner time,”
Ben’s voice broke you from your stupor. The team had all started to make their way inside while you were left at the balcony railing, hands white knuckled on top of the rail.
Johnny’s hand was held out toward you, and you ignored every part of your brain that told you not to and slipped your hand into his, letting him pull you back in toward the living room.
That’s what their watches all went off, alerts blaring in sync with one another.
It was like a firework went off, a boom shattering the night air of the city. The clouds, the sky, were painted in gold, streaks of meteors and debris crossing the sky as they fell to the earth. The sound that emitted from the golden cloud that stretched across the sky, bathing the city in its light, felt…otherwordly. Like a scream, like a warning.
A warm hand enveloped your face, turning your wide eyes away from the scene.
There were very few times you saw Johnny as serious as he was now. Jaw locked, eyes narrowed but still soft as they looked at you, the cascades of gold shone over his face, highlighting his features as another boom sounded off in the distance.
“Go inside, don’t come out,”
Words were caught in your throat. All you could manage was a nod, his thumb doing a single swipe over your cheek, before he patted Reed on the shoulder and launched himself over the railing and into the air, igniting himself as he went.
If not for the moment, you would have stopped to admire him as he flew, bathed in the reds and oranges of his fire. You were awestruck every time you got to witness those cosmic powers firsthand.
Reed, Sue, and Ben had followed not long after, as you could hear the familiar whirled of their car through the air, chasing after Johnny through the city, following whatever had just appeared from the sky.
You? You sat on the living room couch, wringing your hands together to keep them from shaking. You’d been there as they had dealt with Red Ghost, or even Moleman, but this?
This was different. This was otherworldly. This was terrifying. And when Herbie flipped the switch of the television, rolling to your side, you were greeted with the sight of the silver alien woman hovering in Times Square for the first time.
“Your planet is now marked for death. Your world will be consumed by the devourer,”
Her voice sent a single chill down the column of your spine. Herbie’s robotic hand reached out for yours, ceasing the endless wringing of your hands together. You took it without hesitation, though you wished in your heart it was someone else’s hand holding yours in this moment.
“Hold your loved ones close, and speak the words you’ve been afraid to speak. Use this time to rejoice, and celebrate, for your time is short. I herald his beginning…I herald your end…I herald, Galactus.”
And thus began the longest night of your life since the day your colleagues went into space and came back forever changed.
Sending the team into space was the only option, to confront this mystery at its source. Reed had given you the basics in passing: the threat was real, there was documentation of plants across the universe disappearing entirely, the chrome woman’s signature left on each of them. He’d tasked you to the launch team, to prepare Excelsior for launch in T-16 hours.
Hold your loved ones close, and speak the words you’ve been afraid to speak.
Those words rattled around your brain the entire night, into the wee hours of the morning. Even as you helped Lynn set up the press conference, as you conferred with the launch team to ensure that the Excelsior was prepared in every conceivable way, as you checked and double-checked every data point throughout the entire ship, her words never left you.
Hold your loved ones close, and speak the words you’ve been afraid to speak.
The anxiety was clawing at you, even as you threw yourself into work. The notion of what her words meant, of what could happen, of how close the end could be.
The clock read sometime around 2 a.m. when you had finally stepped foot in that guest room made for you. There was no way you were walking home tonight. Besides, come morning, there would still be too much to do, too many data points that needed to be checked, too many scenarios that would need to be run through to make sure your team came back to you.
You knew sleep wasn’t coming to you, though, not when that metallic voice was rattling around your head. Not when an alien threat was upending your life. Not when, two doors away, there was a man that you did, in fact, want to hold close…in case you never got the chance to again.
You loved him. All it took was the end of the world to admit it.
Clad in nothing but an old t-shirt with the 4 logo on the front, one you were sure was Johnny’s, and a pair of shorts, you didn’t care what you looked like as you tore out of the room and into the hallway. Not now, not when your world was being threatened, not when your entire life could be ripped from you in a matter of seconds.
Johnny was awake, just as you knew he would be. White shirt, plaid blue pants you’d seen him sleep in so many times, he stood in his dark room by the windows once more, watching the crews rush around on the ground as they prepared the ship for launch in just a few hours. That same record from earlier in the day was still playing.
I guess I'll never know the reason why you love me as you do. That's the wonder, the wonder of you.
With a step into the room, shutting the door behind you and flicking on the lamp just beside the door, Johnny finally met your eyes.
“I couldn’t sleep,” was the only thing you could manage to say. Johnny tilted his head, studying you silently, before he held out his hand just as he had done hours before.
“Come here,”
Crossing the room in a matter of moments, you all but fell into his arms. His outstretched hand ignored, he was frozen in place for just a moment as you curled your arms around his neck, throwing yourself into his arms. The faint smell of his cologne lingered, as did his bodywash, and the sigh you let out the second the smell hit you was in comfort.
It didn’t take Johnny long to unfreeze, his arms finding their place around your waist. One hand rested on your upper back, one pressing into your lower back. A faint kiss was placed to the side of your head, heat lingering for a second. Heat lingered in your entire body, radiating off of him in waves.
“You have to talk to me, baby,”
Talk? The truth was, you didn’t know where to start. How were you supposed to explain that, since the moment you had met Johnny Storm, your heart was already his. That in all your moments over the years, you’d fallen for the man you told yourself not to fall for. And as the threat from the metallic woman loomed over the world, as he prepared to try and save life as you knew it, the only thing you wanted was to be held by him. To know he was here, that he was okay, that he was with you.
“I-I’m scared,”
Those were the only words you could settle on. Johnny pulled back, his hands sliding gently around the fabric of the shirt hanging loosely from your body until they reached your face. He cradled you, so softly and gently in his hands, it was almost involuntary the way you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, his warmth, chasing the feeling of security it brought you.
“It’s okay to be,” the gentle tone in his voice washed over you, covering you like a blanket. It’s exactly how he had spoken to you that day, standing in the rain when you refused to leave your mother’s side, reassuring you he was there. “I don’t care what the herald said, I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You know that, right?”
Of course you knew that. If there was anything you knew for certain in this world, it was that when Johnny Storm said he’d protect you, he meant it. He’d spent long enough proving that to you.
There was no hesitation on your part when you laid your own hands overtop of his. Fingers curling around them, tugging his right hand just barely from your cheek, you turned and pressed the lightest of kisses to the palm of his hand.
Johnny froze. You could feel it. The slight tilt of his head, the questioning look that flickered across his face in the moonlight that shone through the windows. It was all fair. You were never the one to cross the boundary like this, to make a move such as this.
“I can’t stop thinking about what she said,” was how you tried to explain yourself, stopping and starting your sentence over and over as you tried to find the right way to explain yourself, the walls crumbling and the floodgates bursting wide open. “Hold your loved ones close, and speak the words you’ve been afraid to speak…it’s why I came to you.”
A single emotion crossed Johnny’s face in seconds: understanding.
That signature smirk of his was back in moments, even if it was twinged with a softness reserved only for you. The heat left your cheeks, but found your hands as Johnny’s fingers intertwined with yours, hanging your joined hands down between you both. There was a bright light that passed over the window for just a moment, bathing the two of you in bright light, before you were plunged back into the darkness of his room yet again.
“You did come to me…why’s that?”
“You know why-”
“I do,” he said it so matter-of-factly, that smirk growing just a tad as he leaned into your personal bubble by just a hair. “This push and pull, four years of ‘will they’ or ‘won’t they.’ I want to hear you say it, baby.”
“It’s not that easy,” you immediately shook your head, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip as Johnny simply watched you. “Saying it…makes it real.”
He scoffed, the sound mixed with laughter, as his head cocked slightly more to the side.
“You came into my bedroom at 2 in the morning–wearing my shirt, might I add–is that not real enough?”
“When you’ve spent years trying to ignore how you feel and refusing to say it, it’s not that easy to say,” you desperately tried to explain. “If I say it…then everything changes.”
Johnny took barely another step forward, and you almost wanted to step back, to bring back the space between you and preserve the small, crumbling wall that still stood between you both.
“A sexy, naked alien woman came to earth and basically prophesied our demise, darling. If there was ever a time to ‘change everything’ and lay it all on the line, I think it’s now,”
Your heart wanted to hang onto the word darling, but your brain was too stuck on the ‘sexy, naked alien woman’ part of his sentence. The sigh that escaped you was instantaneous, as well as the frown, as you shot the blonde man a pointed look.
“Sexy, naked alien woman, Johnny? Seriously?”
“Come on! She was–objectively–attractive. You can’t deny that!”
It was your turn to scoff, tearing your hands from his in a heartbeat, before spinning on your heel. You felt like an idiot–on the precipice of finally confessing your deepest, darkest secret you’d kept locked away for years, and this is what you got.
“I try to be serious with you, Johnny, and you turn it into a joke once again-”
You didn’t get far from him. A hand enveloped your upper arm mid sentence, tugging and spinning your back around. A gasp fell from your lips as you collided with the chest of the man before you.
Whatever you were going to say never saw the light of day. Not when Johnny Storm gripped at your hips, tugged you as impossibly close as he could, and finally–finally–kissed you.
The kiss you’d dreamed about for four years, finally yours.
Johnny’s lips were soft as they slanted against your own, enveloping you in his warmth. They moved against you in a steady rhythm, passionate but still gentle, still testing the waters of the line you had never crossed before.
His hands curled into the fabric of the t-shirt clinging to your body, pushing it up just enough so that his hands could dip underneath. Your breath caught, even as his lips continued to move against yours, as his heated skin made contact with yours, and any part of your brain begging you to stop this was silenced as you melted into him.
Hands landed on his broad chest, gripping the fabric as you let him mold your body to his, the scent of his bodywash enveloping you as your body almost became one with him. In the pits of your stomach, as those heated hands trailed up your waist and ghosted over your ribcage, another flurry of butterflies erupted as a moan slipped past your lips, swallowed by his mouth.
A moan left Johnny’s lips at the sound of your own, one hand leaving your waist to curl around the back of your neck. Those slender fingers buried themselves into your hair, gripping just enough to have another groan of pleasure tumbling from your lips, as he guided your mouth against his own.
“You can’t keep making little noises like that,” his mouth barely left yours as he spoke, lips moving against yours, as he dove back in for another kiss the second he was done speaking.
“Your fault,” was all you could manage out, trying to back away just enough to speak, but Johnny never let your lips go far. Your hands glided up his chest, his neck, curling into his short hair as your thumb crested the ridge of his ear. “I’m trying to be mad at you.”
“Be mad at me later,” was his immediate response, his lips leaving yours just to find their place along your jawline and slide down into the hollow of your neck. His tongue danced its way across your skin, leaving tingles of electricity everywhere he touched you, his words murmured into your neck as he buried himself there. “I’m trying to kiss you.”
There was some part of you that wanted to protest him–over what, you weren’t even sure at this point–but you couldn’t. Not when his teeth dug just so into the side of your neck, leaving his mark on your skin as if he was claiming you as his.
You were always his.
“You c-called–oh god–you called the alien sexy while I was trying to confess,” you just barely managed to get the words out through your moans. Johnny was slowly walking you backward, straight in the direction of his bed while his lips never left the side of your neck, leaving his mark on every inch of skin he could see.
Your foot caught on the raised edge of the platform his seating area sat on, your feet stumbling backward. Johnny was there–he was always there–and tugged you back into him. And god, if you loved those blue eyes before, you loved them even more now: pupils blown wide, Johnny Storm looked about as wrecked as you felt.
“Your confession was four years late, and I’m impatient,” he stole another kiss from you, his teeth sinking just barely into your bottom lip, tugging gently. He let go, pressing a messy kiss to your lips to soothe the pain of his bite, words fanning out over your lips. “I’ve been trying to tell you I’m in love with you for four years now, so please just shut up and let me show you instead. Now–jump.”
At this point, you’d do just about anything he asked of you.
Johnny caught you with ease, both of his hands splayed out across the bare skin of your thighs, locking your legs around his hips. A choked moan fell from your lips the second your core was dragged against the painfully hard length bulging against his own pants, hands curling into his hair as you, this time, desperately pulled him into a kiss.
I’m in love with you. Those words repeated like a mantra in your head. Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, the world’s fire boy and hero that they painted like a sex symbol. The ‘playboy’ with a new girl all the time, never able to hold down a girl…was in love with you.
Your back hit the bed, body bouncing just slightly before settling. His eyes never left you as you crawled back just slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows to look up at him in the dark of the room, lit only by sky and the lamp by the door. The music played faintly in the background, but at this moment, it meant nothing to you.
Johnny’s hands gently touched your knees from where they dangled off the edge of the bed, parting them just so in order to step between them. You watched, entranced by every move he made, body flushed from the heat that coursed through your bare skin at the slightest of touches from him. With a practiced ease, his hand took hold of the back of his shirt, yanking it over his head without hesitation. It found a place to lay somewhere across the room, discarded until the following morning.
It was impossible not to stare. His broad chest, those biceps that always threatened to bulge out of every shirt he wore. His toned abdomen and the trail of hair that led straight to the waistband of his pants, the outline of him still prevalent and straining against the fabric.
“I need to know that you’re sure…about this,” you weren’t used to it, the vulnerability in Johnny’s tone. He leaned over you now, hands splayed across the bed on either side of you, barely a few inches from your face. Those blue eyes flickered down to your lips time and time again. “Because if I kiss you again, I’m not stopping until you’re mine.”
There was no hesitation on your part. Just a single movement of your arms, tossing the old shirt hanging from your upper body across the room to join his. As simple as that, you sat bare before him, chest heaving with every deep breath you took in.
“I was already yours. I always have been,” there was only certainty in your tone as you held his gaze. “Speak the words you’ve been afraid to speak…that’s why I came to you. Because if this is the end of the world, I needed you to know that I love-”
He didn’t let you finish your words. His next kiss was anything but gentle.
Messy, spit coating your lips as Johnny’s tongue seemed to invade your mouth and every one of your senses, his lips devoured yours as if you were his first meal in decades. He kissed with the hunger of a starved man, his hands grasping at every part of your skin they could–your waist, your hip, before finally your ass. The squeeze he gave to your skin, the uptick in heat you felt as if he was burning himself just slightly hotter on purpose, had another moan tumbling from your lips and into his mouth.
The hand still gripping your ass tugged you upward on the bed until your head fell against the silk pillows at the headboard. Your hands never left Johnny’s hair, carding through the strands as you frantically kissed him back, addicted to the feeling, as his hips ground into yours. That bulge in his pants pressed heavenly into your core, the friction rolling your eyes into the back of your head as you let your head fall to the pillows with a moan.
Johnny’s lips were everywhere. From your jawline, to your neck, until they finally reached your collarbone. He lavished you with his lips, tongue running over your skin as his hands trailed up the sides of your lower abdomen, stopping just as they reached the swell of your breasts.
“Since the day you walked in, I’ve thought about this,” his voice was raspy, the words barely understood as they were spoken against your skin. “Since the moment Reed introduced you to us.”
“I-I was wearing a lab coat,” you choked on your words as Johnny’s lips reached your sternum, trailing kissing down your chest, but never where you wanted him. “Hardly sexy, I’d argue.”
“It is when I’m picturing you in that coat and your heels, and nothing else,” he tacked on, before his lips wrapped around your nipple without warning.
You mewled at the sudden contact, one hand returning to his hair on instinct as your back arched off the bed and into him. Johnny’s hand on your abdomen was quick to push you back down, holding you down against the bedding beneath you.
God, with the fire that felt like it was burning through your body, you could’ve sworn that Johnny had caught you on fire. His teeth just barely grazed the sensitive bud in his mouth, a sharp intake of breath leaving your lips on instinct. He was quick to soothe you, tongue swirling around the erect and sensitive bud with rapt attention. A moan slipped through him, felt through your entire body, as your other hand tore into the bedding. Desperate for something to hold onto. Something to ground you in your pleasure.
“I’ve dreamed about you under me. Kissing you, tasting you, loving you,” his practically purred out every single word, tongue flicking back and forth over your sensitive nipple. He moved to the other one easily, delivering the same rapt attention to it.
“I’ve thought about you, too,” you relented, divulging every secret you held dear to the man who lavished every inch of you in love and adoration. “In the kitchen, the lab, in that stupid button up from earlier-”
“I knew you liked that shirt. Wore it just for you,” his husky tone sent another shot of pleasure through you, heat curling through every inch of your body.
The tips of his fingers trailed lightly down your stomach. When Johnny’s head lifted for just a moment to lock his eyes with yours, that familiar smirk on his face, you weren’t given a second to react before heat poured through his touch.
Gasps mixed with moans of pleasure fell from your lips on instinct, that unnatural heat of his pouring through his touch and into your skin. Every movement of his fingers over your ribcage and down your abdomen felt as if it was leaving your skin on fire, branding his touch into your skin so that you would never forget the feeling. Burning him into your memory so that you would always feel the phantom sensations of his touch on your skin.
“You’re absolute perfection, you always have been,” Johnny moaned into your skin, lips trailing over the mounds of your breasts with another series of a thousand kisses. Those heated fingers dipped past the waistband of your shorts, pressing directly against your clothed clit without a warning. The moan you let escape mixed in the air with the moan that tumbled from Johnny’s lips against your skin. “Jesus Christ, baby, you’re so soaked.”
The heat was still there in his fingers, setting off every little nerve ending in you even through the soaked fabric of your panties that you desperately wanted gone. Your hips ground up into his hand, whimpers falling from your lips as you chased after the feeling of him, desperate for friction.
“All for you,” even this hint of pleasure had you stumbling toward the edge, babbling almost incoherently. With a tug to his hair, you were quick to bring Johnny’s lips back to yours, arms wound around his neck. He gave into your needs immediately, devouring you in a kiss as heated as his touch was, fingers rubbing slow circles over where you needed him so desperately. “Please–Johnny, please! Please, I need you. Need you–need you so bad.”
“I got you, baby. I got you. Keep moaning my name like that, and I’ll give you the world”
Those whispered words stayed on your lips, lingering, as Johnny left you. His touch wasn’t gone long. Fingers curling into your shorts, they were discarded across the room in a flash, panties gone with them as well.
For the first time, you laid completely bare in front of the man you loved–the man you denied loving for so long. And Johnny Storm was a mess. His hair stuck up in multiple directions, skin flushed, but he was still beautiful. The most beautiful man you’d ever met, inside and out.
Johnny didn’t give you a second to truly breathe once he was done admiring you. He sprawled out along the end of the bed, head dipping between your thighs, as he licked a single stripe with his flattened tongue directly up your center.
“Fucking beautiful, and all mine,” his words were growled into your core, two fingers lazily moving between your folds and spreading every ounce of wetness around, holding you open so he could see every inch of you. “Sweeter than I ever dreamed you could be.”
He dove into you like you were the only thing that mattered. Fingers spreading you open, giving him access to every square inch, his mouth devoured you. A cool drink of water for a starving man in the middle of the desert. Johnny moved his tongue with precise expertise, as if he knew exactly what your body craved.
Delving into you, flicking back and forth as he drank in every secretion of arousal that dripped from you. That same tongue dragged its way up to your clit, swirling around in figure eights, flicking back and forth.
Cries fell from your lips wantonly, hands digging into his hair. Eyes fluttered shut, head tilted back to the ceiling, there was only one word you could repeat over and over again: Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.
His name was all you knew anymore, too lost in your own bliss and pleasure.
In one fell swoop, your thighs were settled over his shoulders, before his head was back where you wanted it more than anything. His lips and tongue focused on your clit, still swirling back and forth, as his fingers dipped slightly lower, dancing right across your opening.
It started with one long, slender finger sliding into you. One of your hands was forced to leave Johnny’s hair, falling over your own mouth to try and conceal the cry that threatened to burst from you, afraid that the others would hear you.
“Let me hear you, baby,” he laughed against your core, his finger curling just perfectly against your walls as they clenched around him every time he dragged his finger back and forth. “Want to hear you.”
“Don’t want to–fucking hell, Johnny–let the others hear,”
“Let them. Let them hear me love you,”
Fuck Johnny Storm and his stupid lines. His stupid dirty talk that had your walls clenching around him again and again.
Another finger joined the first, followed by another, before you were stretched as wide as you could be around Johnny. The squelch of your juices rung through the air with every move of his fingers–dragging so deliciously into you, curling up, before dragging out just to the edge of your opening. His mouth–god, his mouth–never let up, lapping away at your core like it was his job, what he was meant to do.
That coil of pleasure deep within your lower body came out of nowhere, sneaking up on you just like your love for this man had.
“Johnny–baby–I can’t. I can’t–I’m gonna-”
“Let go, darling,” came that growl in his voice again, the speed of his fingers increasing. “I got you baby, let go.”
That coil snapped in seconds after he spoke. The precipice of your orgasm was earth-shattering, like you’d never felt before. Like trails of fire through your veins, the pleasure coursing through you had your head buried into the pillow behind your head, desperately trying to conceal the wails of pleasure that tumbled from your lips. Your thighs snapped shut around Johnny’s head, but his ministrations never let up as he eagerly drank up every bit of your arousal that leaked from you.
The come down was slow, like waking up. Your breath was uneven, heart beating erratically when you finally pulled your head from the pillow. Eyes bleary, it took a moment to blink them back to life.
Johnny stood at the edge of the bed, discarding his pants and boxers to the pile of clothing littering the other side of the room. And even in your fucked-out, blissful state, one look at him for the first time had that burning desire coursing back through your veins.
He was big. There was no way around it, no denying it, no other way to put it. Flushed, hanging with that beautiful reddened tip, one large and prominent vein throbbing along the edge of it. Beads of precum collected at the tip, his hand smearing it down along his length as he gave himself one single pump before he was crawling back onto the bed.
Johnny knelt between your legs again. Even with limbs that felt like Jell-O, you met him halfway, dragging yourself into a seated position. It was the smile on his face right now, the one erupting those butterflies once more, that you decided was your favorite: soft, adoring, loving.
It was your hands that cupped his cheeks, bringing him into a soft kiss. The taste of you lingered on his lips, sweet just like he said. You poured every ounce of emotion into your kiss, trying to convey to him the years you’d spent loving him so quietly that you couldn’t admit it.
“I might be addicted to you, Johnny Storm,” your words were mumbled into his lips. He laughed so gently, stealing another peck.
“Glad you finally caught up with me, princess, I’ve been addicted since day one,”
Pressed to him, his lips stealing a thousand pecks from yours, the lust in your bones was back in full force. All you could do was hum in response, one of your hands trailing down his chest, nails dragging slowly over his abdomen, before you finally took his throbbing cock in your hand.
He felt even bigger than he looked, which didn’t even make sense in your mind. But he was hot, the skin searing into your hand in the best way. You gave him one squeeze, one tug, and you smiled at the hitch in his breath. The twitch of his cock in your hold.
Johnny’s hand quickly grabbed yours, though, unlatching it from him. All you could do was shake your head, practically whining as you tried to take your hand back.
“Johnny-”
“God, it’s so hot how eager you are to touch me,” he laughed again, tilting his head to leave a single kiss to the column of your throat. “This is about you, doll. Save that for next time. It can be a ‘welcome home from space’ gift for me. A ‘thanks for saving the world’ gift, if you will.”
Space.
That word was enough to have your next words caught in your throat as the weight of everything came crashing back down on you. The threat, the herald, the space launch commencing in a matter of hours now, the events that brought you here in the first place.
You weren’t sure when you started crying, when a single tear slipped down your cheek, but Johnny caught it. Eyes full of concern, but understanding, he simply wiped the tears from your cheek, laying a kiss to the wet splotch of your skin.
“No crying, none of that. Just lay back, baby,”
You listened, letting his hands guide you gently to rest back against the pillows once more. Parting your legs, Johnny placed himself between them, holding himself up over your body on his forearms. Right where he belonged.
Your hands rested on his chest, sliding up so gently to his neck. His eyes never left yours, his length sitting right against your soaked and sensitive core, gliding back and forth with each gentle twitch of his hips.
“You didn’t let me say it earlier. So let me say it, for the first time outloud,” you gave him a watery smile, lips quivering as you looked up at him. “I love you, Johnny Storm. I’ve loved you for so long. I’m sorry it took the world maybe ending for this, that I didn’t let myself be yours sooner.
He smiled, that same charming smile he always did, as he rolled his hips once more. His cock caught just along the edge of your opening as Johnny dipped down, breath fanning over your lips.
“Like you said: you’ve always been mine,”
The first press of his length into your core stung. As wet as you were, as prepared as you were for him, it had been so long. He stretched your walls little by little, taking his time as your body adjusted to him. Then, inch by inch, he sunk within your walls that clung to him tightly.
His cock bottomed out, sunk fully within you, bare hips pressed to bare hips as you both let out shaky breaths. Your nails dug into the hair at the nape of his neck while his hands trailed up your ribcage, squeezing every moment or so as choked out moans fell from his lips.
“God–so tight for me, baby–you feel like heaven,”
His name was the only thing you could manage to choke out between your moans as he dragged himself back to the tip, before burying himself again to the hilt. Your moans, your cries and the way your hands threaded into his hair only spurred him on more, Johnny’s hips snapping into yours again and again and again.
His lips found yours amidst every snap of his hips, every drag of his cock against your walls. Every moan that slipped through your lips was drowned out by him, by the feverish movements of his lips against yours. They trailed away, back to your neck, leaving a trail of saliva connecting you together as he bit another love bite into the side of your neck. It didn’t matter to you how this would look to others, how scandalous you might look in the light of day to others.
All that mattered was Johnny Storm.
“Oh god, Johnny!” your head fell to his shoulder, teeth sinking into his skin as his hips snapped against yours over and over, driving him deeper with every thrust into you. “Holy fuck, w-why weren’t we doing this for years?”
“Because you’ve been a stubborn–fuck–little tease all these years,” his tongue dragged up the column of your throat, peppering kissing up and down your skin as his cock dragged against your walls. “Bent over your workstation in the lab–oh god–you don’t know how many times I’ve thought about it. Thought about walking in and taking you right there, making a mess right at your desk.”
“R-Reed would walk in and you’d scar him for life,”
“Sounds like a win-win to me,” there was shared laughter, punctuated with a shared moan as his cock dragged right against that spot nestled within you. “And try not to talk about my brother-in-law when I’m fucking you.”
There was no time to reply as Johnny scooped up your wrists in his hand in a single motion, pinning them down above your head. He adjusted your waist, suddenly driving into you at a new angle that had you mewling his name all over again.
Johnny whispered your name into your skin with every kiss, timed just so with every snap of his hips against yours. That coil of heat was burning, wounding itself tighter and tighter for the second time that night. All you could feel was him, was Johnny.
His warmth, the heat that burned off of him. It warmed your skin, it had beads of sweat dripping down your forehead. It was uncomfortable in the best way. His one hand still trailed up and down your ribcage, every so often tweaking your sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger and coaxing another moan of pleasure from you.
He worshiped you, every inch of you, like you were the greatest thing to ever grace the earth. To him, you might have been
“Fucking perfect, baby. Fucking made for me,” his lips found yours again, slick with spit as his tongue dipped into your mouth to taste every inch of you possible.
His stroke faltered, the rhythm uneven, and you knew he was close. That coil of heat in your stomach was threatening to snap any second every time his cock pulsed and throbbed within your walls. His grip on your wrists was tight, even as you struggled against him, desperate to just hold him.
“Johnny–baby–please I-I’m so close-”
You choked on your words once more, the hand still trailing across your stomach heating up again, leaving a burning trail of heat in your skin. Those heated fingers found your clit like it was second nature, a cry of pure pleasure leaving your lips as they circle that bundle of a thousand nerves over and over again, hips still snapping into you as quickly and desperately as they can.
“Let go,” his voice was husky, eyes blown wide as he looked down at you. Your wrists were finally let go, your hands immediately finding their place in the strands of his hair again as his free hand cups the back of your neck, smashing your lips into his in a flurry of moans. “Let go, baby, let go.”
Your second climax burned hotter than the first.
The pleasure burned so hot, so bright, you were practically sobbing, every cry and moan of pure bliss muffled by his kiss. Your legs locked around Johnny’s waist–tightly–so tight he could barely move away from you. It was overwhelming, the shockwaves of bliss that ran through your veins, the shaking of your thighs as you held onto his hair like it’s a lifeline.
He ground himself into you over and over, rhythm so far gone he was struggling. But all it took was your lips lazily finding his neck, teeth sinking in to leave your matching mark to his, for his hips to still as he spilt into you.
Johnny breathed out every moan into the side of your head, your name tumbling from his lips along with a flurry of swears. The grip he had on your hip was bruising, so tight you think he could snap the damn bone if he held any tighter. And his cock? Seated so deeply inside of you it’s as if you are one, heat pooled within your lower abdomen with every wave of cum that filled you to the brim.
On the other side of the room, the record was still playing softly. Bright lights still flashed by the windows every so often, crews still at work on the spaceship set for launch by mid-morning.
None of it mattered in the silence of the bed.
You aren’t sure how long either of you laid there. Your heartbeat, eventually, returned to normal, even as your chest still heaved to take in every breath that it could. Johnny still laid half on top of you, pressing repeated kisses to the side of your head, but said nothing. Your hand stayed in his hair, carding through it, as your core pulsed. It would ache come morning–hell, it already did–but it was worth it. It was so worth it.
Neither of you were quite sure when he pulled out of you, or how long you simply laid there and basked in the afterglow of a moment that should’ve happened years ago.
Eventually, Johnny shifted down. His lips trailed down your body in worship, like they’d done already that night. From your cheek, to your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breasts, and down your lower abdomen.
“Careful…not sure I’d survive a round three,” your voice was hoarse, mouth dry. Johnny laughed against your skin, still kissing every inch he could see.
“I don’t think I would, either,”
His hands were heated once more, but not for the same purpose as moments before. Now, his touch was gentle, massaging every piece of you that he could get his hands on. His thumbs rubbed into your wrists, your waist, and your hips, digging into the muscles. A sigh escaped you at the comforting feeling, taut muscles loosening at the feeling of the heat and the movement of his hands.
With every kiss pressed to your skin, you could feel it: Johnny was humming. It didn’t take long to know which song he was humming, which lyrics: that same song once again.
I guess I'll never know the reason why, you love me as you do. That's the wonder, the wonder of you.
“Is that our song now?” you laughed, even if your heart was clenching at the mere thought. The mere idea of that song belonging to the two of you–the idea that Johnny Storm belonged to you.
You could feel his smile against your abdomen as he spoke. “It should be. It’s accurate. Because I don’t ever think I’ll get over the miracle that is you…loving me.”
It’s not a miracle. What you really want to tell him is that falling in love with him was so easy, you barely realized you had done it. It might be the easiest thing you’ve ever done.
Johnny crawled back up your body, slotting himself onto the bed beside you, before tugging you in. There’s no hesitation on your part, simply curling into his side with your head over his chest and arm slung around his waist. Words aren’t needed in the silence, not when you’ve both clearly laid everything out on the table now. Instead, you just listened to the beat of his heart, the natural rhythm that lulls you into a state of peacefulness.
He’s yours. Johnny Storm is yours. He’s always been yours, you just didn’t know it.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, hand cradling the back of your head as he said his next words confidently.
“We’re going to go up there tomorrow, and we’re going to stop this guy. We’re going to protect this Earth, like we’ve sworn to do. But me? I’m going to do it so I can come home to you, and love you for the rest of my life. I promise,”
He can’t promise that, you knew he couldn’t. There was no telling what might happen when that ship took off tomorrow, what they might encounter, or who this Galactus really was.
But Johnny Storm loved you. For now, in the quiet of the night, just between the two of you, that’s enough.
unfortunately, a lot of stuff happened in my personal life (dw not gonna trauma dump haha) and then i started getting really into Date Everything, so i started gaming instead of writing haha.
But im feeling better and im almost finished with the game, so im back! ready to roll up my sleeves and write about whiny men!
Could you write soft dom Sanji x chubby trans masc reader, where Sanji has a big crush on reader so much that they treat him like the nami or robin, that makes reader feel dysphoric and confronts Sanji and instead of explaining their thoughts to one another they just get freaky :)
DO YOU? Sanji x FTM Reader
HI HELLO im. im so sorry this is so late..... please dont execute me.....
i took like a small break cause of a bunch of different reasons but im back.... i wrote like 3 fics and was out... my bad guys
this one was fun! and unlike anything ive ever written, so i hope i got the vibes right! i hate my transgender friend read this over as a just in case so. i hope its to your liking, anon!
Summary: Sanji keeps treating you how he treats the ladies, and its starting to get on your nerves. you decide to confront him.
Warnings: SMUT MDNI/18+/// make-outs/ dry humping/ talks about gender/ reader feeling uncomfortable with how theyre treated/ happy ending/ misunderstandings/ not proofread
you're sitting on the bench under the orange tree this evening, enjoying your tea while looking out to the sea. it was a nice quiet time you enjoyed, time away from the heat and stress of battle, and your rambunctious crew. as much as you loved them, they could be… a lot.
"Y/N!!" you heard your name being called in that drawn-out, sing-songy voice. that melodic, honey-soaked, hot voice- you shake your head away from those thoughts, and turned towards the man calling out for you
"yeah?" you responded, not giving into the temptation to be cute with him. stay strong, soldier.
"I thought you might want something sweet with your tea!" he hands you a little cake on a plate. how sweet, it's your favorite flavor.
but you felt weird.
not bad, per se, but odd. like this bubble was in your gut that you couldn't exactly get rid of.
and you know it stems from sanji. which is upsetting, since you like him so much. but he's trying, you know he is. but it doesn't help the fact that you feel weird.
you've never not been out to the crew. ever since they met you, you made your gender clear to them. telling the whole crew you're a man. it was scary, telling these people you so desperately wanted the approval of the one thing you felt made you different.
but luffy being luffy, accepted you wholeheartedly. honestly, you're not sure if he understood what you said, but he loves you either way. and the whole crew accepts you too. nami and robin don't let you into their room, zoro enjoys sharing a beer with you, franky and usopp will ask for help with their inventions and trinkets, everyone fully understands you.
except sanji. well, it's not that he doesn't accept you, I mean, he uses the correct pronouns, but he's…. weird about it.
at first, he just didn't understand. he would question you as to why someone would ever want to be a man, I mean, how could they when women are just so incredible? you mentioned that maybe he should try being a woman, but he got flustered and left, not mentioning it again. so that's…. a conversation for another day.
you blink, his bright smile pulling you back into the present
"oh, thanks" you give him a tight-lipped smile. his attentiveness made you uneasy. like even though he accepts you as a man, he still treats you as though you were a woman. you swallowed down the lump in your throat with a sip of tea.
you noticed he went silent, and turned to see he had sat himself beside you on the bench.
"what's up?" you ask, stuffing a bite of cake in your mouth. his smile grew at your audible enjoyment of the delicious food.
"I just wanted to know your feelings on my new recipe" it was like you could see the hearts in his eyes.
"its really good" you smile, swallowing the bite. you silently wished you could just accept his affections.
sometimes, when you find yourself feeling particularly lonely, you let yourself believe he accepts you. you let yourself think that he sees you as a man, and still wants to pamper you. with his adoring words his strong hands and his-
once again, you find yourself being pulled back into the present by his unmoving gaze
"is there anything else?" you ask, feeling like his eyes are boring into your soul.
"oh! no- sorry, my love, I'll go" he stands awkwardly, shuffling away. it would be cute, if you weren't so focused on his words.
'My Love' was a phrase you heard him use a lot. only with three people, though. he called Nami and Robin "my love" on many different occasions. ever since you'd known them, he'd use every pet name in the book for them. but with you, it was a much more recent development.
for about a month now, Sanji has been crushing on you. he's been using pet names with you, feeding you more things you like, letting you try new recipes, he's been doting over you and everything you do.
and you want to be excited, you really do, but you feel like you cant let yourself. I mean, you know he's only doing it because he views you as a girl. his recent obsession with you only stems from being rejected by nami and robin over and over again. I mean, if you weren't here, you're sure he would project onto the next woman he sees, then the next.
you notice that while you were lost in thought, the sun had gone down. and you'd finished your cake and tea.
you glance over, seeing the kitchen light was still on. most people aren't even on the deck anymore. you stand, stretching out and making your way to the kitchen.
you just need to talk to him, you tell yourself. you need to set a boundary. tell him if he doesn't respect you, he needs to do something about it. mhm, yep, good plan.
you walk into the kitchen, seeing sanji and robin talking. she turns to the sound of the door opening
"oh-sorry, I can come back-"
"don't worry about it," she interrupts you, "I was just on my way out" she smiles as she passes you. she gives you a wink. huh, odd….
"what can I do for you, my love?" sanji asks as you set you plate and cup in the sink
"uh, I actually wanted to talk…" you begin to feel your chest get heavy, and the bubble in your stomach grows. why was this so hard? you're a strong, confident man. you've been through hell and back with this crew. you should be able to talk to sanji. i mean, he's just sanji! he's a kind, respectful, handsome, strong-
fuck, getting off topic.
you turn around to face him, the nerves evident on your face.
he gives you a questioning look. he leans on the counter across from you, crossing his arms. he has that 'I'll listen to anything you have to say' look. it makes your heart grow.
"what's wrong, mon amour?" he sounds genuinely concerned.
"uh, well," you bite your lip, moving your sleeves up your arms in an attempt to cool yourself off.
its not working
"do you- uhm, well, fuck," you can feel the bubble growing, like it was pushing all your feelings to the surface. "I'm not a woman."
wow. okay, thanks captain obvious. you visibly cringe at the odd choice of phrasing.
"uhm, I know," he sounds, and looks, confused. he shifts to be standing "what brought this on? are you- are you feeling okay?" his twirly brow quirks in worry.
"I'm fine, it's just," okay, now or never- "I feel like you still think I am. like, even though I've never been a girl to you, you still treat me like one, and I appreciate you using my correct pronouns, but, man, you gotta stop treating me like I'm a delicate little flower because I'm not and you cant call me all these pet names cause I'm not a girl and-"
you stop, his face cutting you off.
he's looking at you like you're stupid. and it pisses you off.
"what?" it comes out more spiteful than you meant it.
"you think I do all those things because I think you're a woman?" he sounds exasperated. like he can't believe his ears
"well, its not like you treat zoro like this" you bite back. he chooses to ignore the mention of that mosshead.
he sighs, and rubs his temples. you feel like you messed up. did you misread his intentions? fuck, now you look like an idiot as he lights up his cigarette.
"I apologize, mon doux. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" you feel the bubble start to shrink just from those few words "but truthfully, I don't do those things because I think you're a woman. in fact, I am very aware you are a man" he blushes as he admits that last bit, suddenly looking nervous.
"wait, what? then why do you do it?" you cant wrap your head around why this womanizing, beautiful Frenchman would ever be so attentive to you if he doesn't-
oh.
ooohhhhhhh
oh…
he can see the realization on your face. and his blush deepens.
"do you-"
"I do"
you feel like you should say something more. like you should resolve this misunderstanding. there seems to be some emotions stirring within you that have been left unsaid, but as you stare into the one deep blue eye you can see, his brow quirking as you step closer, you cant quite find the words.
his enticing pink lips lure you in, every step you take, he matches until you stand right before each other, chests almost pressed together.
"do you-" sanji begins to speak. he was probably going ask some silly question about how you feel about him, but you answer any question he could have by pulling him down by the tie, and smashing your lips against his.
kissing sanji felt like a dream. as soon as he registered what was happening, he repositioned himself. he presses his front into you, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. his soft lips part, his tongue licking your bottom lip, asking permission. permission you were more than happy to give.
they probably call it 'French kissing' because of sanji, honestly.
your knees almost buckle at the feeling of his tongue pressing against yours, and a low groan escapes your lips. he lets out a high pitched moan at the sound. cute.
you push him until his but hits the counter, his strong arms wrap around you. he breaks the kiss to turn you around, and lifts you to sit on the edge of the counter.
you breath deeply, the kiss leaving you dizzy.
"are you alright?" you asks sweetly, but he has a telling smirk on his face.
"whats that look for?" you ask, pulling him closer by his belt buckle. he bites his lip.
"im just glad you finally noticed how ive felt… you, mon doux, are the most handsome man i have ever seen" he confesses, his hand creeping up to hold your cheek gently. you swear you can see the hearts in his eyes.
"i think youre real handsome too, yknow" you say, running your hands along his shoulders. he blushes deeply, stuttering out a sort of 'thank you'.
you both have run out of things to say at this point, the tension between you rising. you swear the temperature in the room has gone up. you pull him into another kiss, his surprised squeak making you smirk into his lips.
he leans into you, and you can feel the bulge in his tight dress pants pressing against yourself. the feeling making you moan into his mouth.
he pulls back with a pant
"you-you feel so good-" you cut him off with another kiss. you feel like that will be a common thing in this newfound relationship.
his hips begin to press against yours in a rhythm. for someone like him, he was surprisingly good at this. youd expected him to have almost no experience, but you suppose he couldn't have struck out every time he hit on people.
anyhow, you mentally shake away those thoughts, focusing on him.
his dick strains against his pants, and he has to break the kiss again to take in a breath.
"you- oh, dieu," he whines, his head falling in the crook of your neck.
hes rubbing against you in all the right ways, the feeling of his strong arms and toned body trapping you against the counter only adds the heat building up. you quickly lean back, stripping off your shirt. before saji can ogle you too much, much to his chagrin, you pull him back against you.
he moans loudly when you grip his ass, and begin to kiss down his neck. you lead his hips, the sensations growing all at once.
"oh, mon doux, i-i am- oh, god, im going to-"
"fuck, sanji- me too" you moan against his lips, the intimacy of holding him so close, but not kissing, for some odd reason, is what sends you over the edge. your body tenses as you groan with your release.
sanji is in a very similar state, he bites his lip to stifle his moan, just so he can hear you better. his hips stutter to a stop, and youre both left breathless and panting against each others shoulders.
you can feel both of your releases seeping through your clothes.
all of these are out of order and for different parts- just stuff that popped into my head! im getting to all my asks dont worry! ive been real busy with family stuff haha. but now i have time for all my smutty asks, i cant wait!
warnings: Smut, bush talk, first times, smoking, edging, sub/ dom dynamics, fingering, hand jobs, piv sex, scent kinks, angry sex, gentle sex
can be read with for either sex but gn pronouns are used
bucciarati-
-doesn't care if you shave. they live in Italy, and people dont really shave over there, but ignoring that for a moment. he seems the type to never actually think about it. like, it never crosses his mind. so if you have a bush and it covers your ass/lips, he doesn't pay it any mind. on the other hand, if you do shave it off one day, hed definitely notice! its like a little gift for him. but he doesn't prefer it one way or the other, he just really enjoys the skin to skin contact.
-got really flustered and nervous during your fist time together. one of the only times in your relationship he gets nervous, and you cant get enough of it. if youre bold, tease him about it. he'll suck in a breath, and look away, placing a hand over his face. he'll mutter something about how "i just… you look so gorgeous, Tesoro… ive wanted to do this with you for so long…". if youre also the nervous type, he'll notice, and work to make you comfortable, but it doesn't stop him from burying his blushing face in your neck, holding you close and muttering about how "youre so gorgeous…. i want to hold you like this forever…". after your first time though, he gets significantly more confidant. if you talk about it, he'll say he doesn't know why… he's has sexual partners in the past, but youre his heart, so maybe thats why. what a romantic.
abbachio-
-i think he'd prefer if you shaved your ass/ lips, but hes not gonna say anything about it. i think he looooves a bush, but he prefers the feeling of your entrance when its hairless. but its not like he dislikes it otherwise, and it definitely doesn't turn him off in any way. he still eats it like a man starved, so dont worry. if you dont shave at all, he takes his thumbs and spreads your lips/ass so he can fuck without the friction if hair. i think he also shaves, or at least trims. but dont worry, his bush isn't going anywhere <3
-smokes after sex. he doesn't smoke often, but always has one cig after sex. the smell has pavloved you into a horny state, so when you two are out with the gang, and he has his rare stress cig, it gets you going. youre pretty sure he knows, judging by the smirk on his face as his lips wrap around the cig, staining it with purple.
-likes to edge and tease himself. part of it comes from his internalized feelings of never being good enough for you, but even after you two healthily work through that, he still finds it really hot. he likes that you both have control in this situation. as you scratch down his back and he whispers the dirtiest things in your ear, he feels pre leaking out as you beg him to go harder, moaning about how only he can make you feel like this (something you've noticed he loves). after you cum, he leans closer, pressing his body into yours, and moans out a 'please, i need it, l-let me cum, please-' and he'll keep pleading until you say yes or no. basically, after you've cum, he gets pretty submissive.
jotaro-
-i feel like he prefers fingering/ handjobs (giving and receiving) more than oral. simply because he loves pressing his lips to yours as you cum, swallowing each others moans. another plus is you can do it to each other at the same time, and ever the impatient man, he likes that so you can quickly get to the main event. though, if you ask for head, he definitely wont deny you, he loves your taste. he reallllyyyyy likes doing 69, though.
mista-
-siigghhh. okay. i feel like he looovvvesss your smell. all the men do, but. he get off on it. he'll shove his face in your bush, your armpits, your neck, your chest, all to get a real good whiff. his hips rut against your ass while youre trying to do normal housework, you turn to him to tell him off, but the sight of his flushed face as he pouts at you to let him "fuck you, please, i need you so bad right now, baby"…. its pretty convincing.
-cant get enough of you in a skirt. doesn't matter what gender you are, he loves it! long or short, just the idea that youre almost bare, just your underwear between you and a gentle breeze, makes him go insane. if you have trouble feeling comfortable in skirts/ dresses for personal reasons, he'll wear one for you to make you feel more comfortable! he'll even wear it in public and threaten anyone who looks at him weird. but if he wears it for too long in public, he'll end up pulling you aside, embarrassed blush on his face as he leans into your ear and whispers "babe, this is driving me insane… you gotta help me out here!" as he takes your hand and lifts the skirt to reveal his erection. you can ask him why he chose to wear a thong with it, but he'll just brush you off with a blush on his face and continue begging you to 'help him out'.
-likes having fun while fucking. like, he's pretty silly with it. he wont ruin the mood, but while youre riding him, he'll grip your hips, and whistle like he's cat calling you. he likes a partner with a sense of humor, or at the very least someone who appreciates his humor.
-loves when you ride him!!!!! please hop on his lap and start kissing his neck. he'll moan, then laugh lowly and say some shit like "cant get enough, huh?'" hes a switch, so you can either A: pull on his hair and tell him to shut up, and he'll shut his mouth so fast and let you do what you want with him, or B: shyly nod, and mutter out how you need him, and he'll grip your hips and fuck you into next week.
jolyne-
-gets turned on really easily (kinda canon). like, brush the small of her back with your hand, shes folding. if she loves someone, everything about them gets her going.
-verse methinks. i feel like if she's in a lovey-dovey mood, she will absolutely want to be railed by your dick/strap and let you handle her however you need. but if youre feeling more submissive, she has no issue slipping into the dominant role, gripping you by the hair and pulling you towards her dripping pussy and ordering you to 'suck.' in that beautifully harsh tone.
kira-
-he is a creature of habit. he may accidentally fall into a routine with his partner, like… a sex schedule. he may not even realize that he initiates every Monday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. if you bring it up to him, he'll say "is there something wrong with a schedule?"…. hes trying. i promise… i mean, he tries so hard not to kill you! he huffs and asks "what do you expect from me?". tell him you want to at least try different things in the bedroom, rather than your usual. hes definitely willing to try for you.
-obviously, handjobs are like. the only thing he ever wants in the bedroom. if he ends up loving someone (murderers like him are incapable of that, but this is fictional, so we're just gonna pretend) he will try his very best to please them. if you beg for his cock, he'll fuck you into the mattress all night long. but when you ask what he wants…. well, the answer's always the same. "please, darling… let me have a taste…" but he's not talking about your pussy…. he'll beg to suck your pretty fingers while you jerk him off. never lasts long doing this.
ghiaccio-
-sighs loudly. i love this dork. rants while railing you. i just… he would grab your hips in a way thats definitely leaving bruises, pounding as fast as he can, sloppy, wet slaps sound through the room as he huffs, glasses foggy and slipping down his nose. all the while hes going on and on about something one of his team members do that pisses him off, or ranting about tourists or some shit. youre not entirely focused, honestly.
(part 2) joseph-
-i feel like he'd be all cocky, but when you met, he had very little experience. prolly not a virgin, but he doesn't really know what hes doing. so if you have a lot of experience, or at least more than him, its real easy to get him into a submissive role. he loves it though, if he had a tail youre sure itd be wagging behind him at 100 mph. but if you also dont have much experience, says smth like "dont worry babe, ill take care of you" and winks at you. hes a fumbling, big dumb mess. but just pat his head and tell him he's doing great and all that confidence is right back. also hes a very, very fast learner, and incredibly smart. you wont have to show him something more than once for him to get it.
polnareff-
-to be expected, but hes such a gentle lover. if its your first time together (whether its your first time ever or not), he will be constantly checking in, asking if everything is okay, if he can touch you here, if he can kiss you there, hes a yapper. its really sweet, and warms your heart, truly. but if you get annoyed with it, just tell him to shut up and he will. literally obeys your every order (how i like my men…) but if youre fine with it he still eventually gets more comfortable with it and stops asking so much.
-along that line, he doesn't stop talking, though. he is constantly telling you what hes thinking, how he feels, gripping your hips, chest, burying his face in your neck as he murmurs "ah, mon amour… please, you feel so good around me-" literal tears in his beautiful baby blues.
avdol-
-much like pol, hes a very gentle lover, however hes also not opposed to being a little more…. rough. if asked nicely. definitely not for your first time, but after that, if you give him that sweet pout he cant say no to and beg him to go harder…. well, who is he to deny his angel?
-hes kinda a tease. overall he gives you what you need, and want, but he always makes you ask for it (in a cheeky way). he's holding you gently in his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck as you tell him youre close… he simply tsks, and says "angel, i know you know how to ask nicely~". he doesn't do it everytime, and he treats you with the utmost respect, so when he does, it sends shivers of arousal through you. (yummy man)
narancia-
-sweet boy. tries to show off, and boasts about how good he is or something, but folds immediately. will be all like "of course i'll please you, cmon babe, who do you think youre talking to?" then as soon as you kiss him he's melting into you, whining and begging while struggling to unbutton your pants.
seems normal, they meet and they both find out they write manga, rohan casually asks reader what genre do they write for and reader has that look on their face. turns out they write freaky manga. rohan isn’t even freaked out about it, he’s more interested about how they draw all of those positions and such in a weekly publication. and reader is just embarrassed
teehee i love you rohan
theres no real smut in this one, but if you want rohan smut im more than happy to oblige
Happy to Help (Rohan x GN! Mangaka Reader)
warnings: mentions of sex, and sexual positions, rohan is a tease
rohan wasn't one to judge. well, no he definitely was, but not in the sense of art.
he knows everyone has their own unique styles and tastes, and he wholly accepts that! he gets inspired by others art, so why wouldn't he want them to create that beautifully unique art?
this is what he has to remind you of when he asks to see your art. you seem embarrassed, and skeptical of what his reaction would be.
"why would i not like it?" he asks, setting his espresso down. you two had decided to go out for coffee, since you had a mutual friend, Josuke. "is it bad?" he tacked on at the end. you would be a little upset, but Josuke had warned you his sense of humor was a bit dry.
"no- well, i dont think its that bad, its just," you nervously fidget with your frappe cup "its not for everyone."
"no art is for everyone." he replies simply. he seemed to be really open minded when it came to art. it made you feel a little better, and your shoulders relax.
"well, uhm, then if you really wanna see-"
"i do." he replies before you can finish the sentence. it looks like he meant to say it nicer, but his tone came out like he was annoyed. you give him a little nod to tell him you knew what he meant.
you picked up your portfolio, something you both always carried with you, and fished out this weeks manuscript. you had to deliver it to your publisher later today, and you silently thanked god you had it finished.
youre not sure why rohans opinion mattered so much to you. maybe it was his effortless coolness about him, or the fact that his manga is one of the top selling manga in all of Japan. or maybe its because you have a crush on him-
you shake your head of those thoughts, handing over the manilla folder. he shoots you a questioning glance as he takes it from you, but you wave him off.
his lithe fingers carefully open the folder, and slide the pages out. just in his mannerisms you can tell he's a professional.
you can feel your face heating up more and more as he begins to look at the pages. the only indication on any surprise on his face is a slight quirk in his brow, but the look just as quickly gets more serious as he rapidly flips through your manuscript.
he takes his time, too. you open your mouth to say something, but you decide against it. he seems… interested? after far too long, he finally speaks up.
"this is very well done." he compliments. you know thats about as far as his compliments go, and its very high praise coming from him.
"thank you" you bite your lip in embarrassment, looking away as he sets the manuscript on the table.
"how are you able to do all this in such a short time?" he asks you.
"huh?" is all you can make out, not quite understanding. he clicks his tongue in annoyance.
"this," he points to a particularly vulgar page. your main character is spread on the main leads lap. their clothes aren't off yet, but with the way you draw, there isn't much left to the imagination "and this," he flips to a very graphic page of the main character being bent over the bed, and the male lead is behind them, doggy style. you are particularly proud of that panel. you felt like you got the proportions just right.
"these are particularly good. how are you able to meet your deadline with such… detailed positions?" he says, his tone is even, as if he was complimenting a normal shojou manga
"uhm, well, its not easy" you feel like crawling in a hole. why does this fine specimen of a man have to be so intense about art? and why do you like it so much? "i usually just pose in the mirror and jot down what i see…" you mentally facepalm at your less than proffesional methods
"i see…" he places his hand on his chin and glances from your characters to you. you fidget under his gaze "do you ever get art block?"
you raise an eyebrow. where is he going with this?
"i mean, yeah, sometimes… but im pretty passionate about what i make, so…" you sip your drink, trailing off
"passionate?" he smirks. damn, wrong choice of words.
"uhm, well, yeah- in a way" you cringe at your shitty attempt to recover. but you glance ver at him, and he doesnt seem to mind.
you absentmindedly glance at your watch- oh shit! your meeting with your publisher is in 10 minutes!
"sorry!" you blurt out, gathering your manuscript from the table "i have to go!"
he nods, eyeing you as you stand. as you turn away, he speaks up.
"yknow, if you ever do need anyone to model, id be happy to help" you can hear the smirk on his face
your eyes go wide, and as you turn to respond, you see he's already gathered his belongings, walking away from the table- leaving you blushing and confused.
hi Honeyy, could you write one where Law is hoooot hot, but he's actually a really nerdy virgin that gets turned on by fem!reader wearing a shirt of something he likes?
not au, if possible
thx a bunch!!
holllyyyyy shit this took forever. BUT i was super into it sooo
this is a long one lol. prolly wont write such long ones for every fic, thatd be absurd... unless..../hj
anywho i hope you enjoy, praying you like it mhmmhm
Limited Edition (Law x Fem!Reader)
warnings: virgin!law, inexperience, reader is a little selfish but still waits for consent, handjobs, law cums pretty quick, Honeyy dont make men pathetic challenge impossible, law has a crush on reader, spitting, 3rd POV (so written from everyones perspective but focuses on law) LEMME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING
law had always known he was fortunate in the looks department. he got stares, and sometimes people would come up and ask him on a date. some of the more bold people would loudly confess their love for him, leaving him in an awkward position.
but he would always turn them down. he would use the excuse that he's not interested in dating, which was true for the most part, but really he was just much too busy. he was busy studying to be a doctor, then training his devil fruit power to be useful to fight with, then he was preparing to be a pirate, and then he was out to sea. and he never stuck around anywhere long enough to form a connection like that.
enter you.
you hadn't exactly been shy about your attraction towards him. you had told him he was handsome the first night you met. he waved you off with a huff, hiding is reddening cheeks. but eventually you had joined his crew. his decision definitely was not swayed by how attracted he is to you. definitely. the way you began to call him 'captain', even with the occasional wink, had him clutching his chest, wondering if he was dying of a heart attack.
you would compliment him frequently, saying his shirt looks nice, or that you thought certain facial hair looked good on him.
one day, when you had first joined the crew, at dinner you had touched his arm, and ran your thumb over his gear tattoo.
"what're you doing?" he whipped his head towards you, surprised at the feeling.
"your tattoos are really well done" you complimented, smiling up at him.
"uh… thanks"
"do you have more?"
"yeah, on my chest and back"
"can i see?" he almost fainted when you winked at him. he cringes at the memory, thinking about how he had yanked his arm away with a harsh 'no'. truth be told, he was just incredibly shy. but you didn't seem to mind. just grinning at him with an amused giggle.
he knows he really likes you, but he has an issue he cant work past.
he's a virgin. a total, complete virgin. hes only kissed one person, and i mean it wasn't even a make-out.
all that is to say that his thought process has led him here, penguin and shachi's shared room.
"captain, you've got to be kidding me," shachi started to speak after his dear friend and captain explained the situation to them. "youre literally like, every girls 'bad boy' dream"
law gave them both a confused look "bad boy?"
"yeah!" penguin chimed in "youre a pirate, and you've got that hot "havent slept in five days" emo look"
law nodded along. he knew he was good looking, but he wasnt exactly privy to the fact that his lack of proper self care was attractive.
"just ask her out" they both said at the same time. it always confused law on how they could do that with no practice, but he was more focused on the content of their words.
"ask her?" he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. he felt comfortable enough with these two idiots. they were his greatest friends, so he didnt exactly mind letting his guard down.
"yeah!" penguin grinned at law "its easy, just say you wanna go out to dinner with 'em"
shachi interupted with "depending on her reaction, you can write it off as a friend thing, and be all like 'oh, i didnt mean a date'" ignoring shachis terrible impression of himself, law began to understand.
he hated to admit it, but they we're pretty smart sometimes.
he glanced at the clock. 12:37 am.
"i guess i'll ask her tomorrow" law said, standing up. he stretched, feeling the muscles in his back tense then relax. he could feel the tiredness washing over him. he hadn't really planned to ask you tomorrow. he said that to end the conversation, not wanting to deal with their complaints about why he wont. he sighs, and runs a hand through his messy hair "do you guys think she'd say yes?"
they both glanced at each other. he couldn't tell exactly what they were thinking.
"i dont know, captain, but i bet your odds are good" penguin patted him on the back and gave a hearty thumbs up.
so, law began to make his way back to his quarters. he began to do what he always does when he has a minute alone. overthink.
what if she says no? what if she says yes? im not good enough for her. i haven't even seen a girl with her shirt off. will she quit my crew?
he opens his door, and shuts it gently.
what if we go to dinner, and i say something stupid? what if i kiss her and she says i stink?
he sniffs his armpits. he still smells good from his shower earlier that evening. he nods to himself.
maybe not that one. what if she doesn't think im hot? what if-
the soft clinks of someone knocking on metal break through his brain fog. he turns to the door, and glances at the clock.
12:46 am.
he trudges to the door, not ready to deal with whatever problem the crew managed to have this time.
but he almost visibly lights up when he sees you standing on the other side.
"hey, captain!" you smile up at him. he has to force himself you frown so he doesn't groan at the sound of his title on your lips. "is.. this not a good time?"
he silently curses himself for frowning. bad choice.
"no, no its fine" good recovery. keep going…. "i was just about to get ready for bed." okay, good, maybe a little more- "but, if you need anything, i can help" stuck the landing!
and he can tell by your smile, he really did. he usually isn't willing to help his crew after a certain time, but honestly, you were a special case to him. he stepped aside to let you in his room.
"well, i was wondering about this," you hand him a print out of the schedule he made for the crew's yearly check-ups. "i wanted to know what this acronym meant"
honestly, he wasnt really paying attention. because as soon as you stepped into his room, he was completely mesmerized.
you were wearing your usual black sweatpants to sleep, and your cute bunny slippers. and your hair was put up, as opposed you how it was usually styled. he like it. he can see your nape clearly.
but he had only glanced at those things. no, his focus was entirely on something else.
your limited edition 'Sora, Warrior of the Sea' t-shirt. he knew it was the limited edition version because it was the one with Poison Pink's color scheme, and her name branded across the back. he recognized it from the catalogue of Sora merchandise he had. he had studied that thing front to back, and searched every island for any piece of merch he could get his hands on.
and damn did he want to get his hands on that shirt.
"captain?" oh shit, he was zoning out.
"you like sora?" he asked almost on autopilot
you gave him a confused look, before following his eyeline
"OH! yeah, i used to read the comics. im not really caught up, but i was like, a huge fan. i got this-" you smoothed your hands over the shirt, giving him the perfect excuse to look at your chest- "from a convention around here a few years back"
he swallowed, his throat felt dry. too dry. he glanced quickly around his room (he curses himself for not having picked up the few messy things lying around) for some water. but his gaze was drawn back to the shirt.
you liked Sora? your favorite-he assumed by your 'girls girl' attitude and choice of limited edition merch- was poison pink? he loved poison pink! he loved sora! he felt his affection for you growing all at once. it felt almost too much for him.
scratch that. not almost. it was too much. he bit his lip, feeling the familiar stirring in his lower stomach. shit, not now-
"do you like it, captain?" you asked in a sickly sweet tone. he knew you were always sweet with him because you heard horror stories of his temper from the crew, but he didn't mind whe you were being a suck up. he wished youd su-
he blinks, remembering to respond
"yeah, uh" he clears his throat, "SWS is my favorite comic… uh, since i was little" he feels the warmth in his face. it was quickly turning into a burning sensation.
"really? thats awesome! we'll have to read them together some time!" you giggled.
fuck. his pants were getting tighter by the second. the heat from his face going south, and quickly. he turned on his heel, facing away from you.
"uh, sure- it, uhm, its late. you should go." fuck. now he's stuttering. he's never going to let himself live this down. him, the great Heart Pirates captain, the Surgeon of Death, the Trafalgar d. water law, getting horny over Sora merch?!?!?
"uhm, okay…" you sound confused, and a bit hurt. like you thought the conversation was going well until now. well, youre right, but he just couldn't tell you why the talk suddenly died. "but you still haven't answered my question about the sheet…" your sweet voice called out to him like a siren, beckoning him to turn around. you sounded apologetic, too. like you felt like it was your fault he was kicking you out. he knew it wasn't your fault, and he feels guilt start to build up.
"right, uhm," he swallowed the lump in his throat, still turned to you. he tried to subtly adjust his pants. "which acronym was it?"
you paused for a moment. fuck, did he do something?
"captain, why did you turn around?" fuck. your voice is still sweet. like youre genuinely worried. you probably are, honestly. he feels the guilt growing steadily.
dammit. he paused for too long. and he still cant think of anything to say.
"i- uh, fuck" he muttered under his breath. he glances down. his now prominent erection visible through his skinny jeans
"captain," he felt your warm hand touch his shoulder. he almost gasped at the feeling and resisted when you attempted to turn him. your voice turned a little firmer "if youre not feeling well, i can help" god, he wished you would "im not a doctor, but i know how to care for a sick person"
"im not sick" law half regrets blurting out the truth immediately. maybe it would've been easier to just lie and kick you out, claiming he doesn't want to get you sick
law weighs his options, and decides to just be harsh and kick her out. not his favorite option, but in the end, it would be best for the both of them.
yep. the best option….
law tugs his sweatshirt down as far as it will go and begins to turn towards the door.
the thing about law, though, is that while he's not a gross person, he is a bit messy. he takes a shower every day, brushes his teeth and washes his face twice a day. makes sure his office and the surgery room are scrubbed clean every day. he even deep cleans his bedroom once a month. but he is a busy man, always studying his medical textbooks, running around with his crew… so sometimes, he may toss a shirt on his floor and not worry about it! in his defense, he only comes into the small room to sleep (and read Sora).
so when law steps back, he feels the familiar feeling of thin fabric under his foot. probably a tank top if he had to guess. but he was more focused on the feeling of him center of gravity switching, his balance being completely rocked. he hissed in a breath when his ass slammed against the floor. he heard your worried gasp, expecting you to call for him, or to kneel down next to him, but you were silent.
he opens his eyes, and looks up at you.
but youre not looking in his eyes.
youre looking at his lap.
he registers that he fell against his bookshelf, his back pressed against the wooden shelves. and his front faces you. and instinctively, he legs parted to catch himself. so now hes sitting like an idiot in front of you on his floor, legs spread- raging hard-on and all.
"captain-" you began to speak, so he panicked
"dont, please," his voice was the smallest you'd ever heard it. you could tell he's embarrassed, the way hes now shamefully closing his legs, tugging his sweatshirt down and huching over. "please just go" he was practically shaking.
and its adorable. you always thought he was hot. scratch that, he's like a skypeian god carved out of the most expensive marble by the most skilled artist. those tattoos he was especially proud of, the way his lean arms moved as he used his devil fruit, oh god those hands… you felt your throat go dry whenever you thought about them. the way the bottom of his shirt would lift when he stretched his tired muscles, giving you a glimpse of his happy trail. sometimes if you paid him extra attention, you had the privilege of seeing the light blush that overtook his face, no matter how harshly he acted, you could tell how he really felt.
but here, now, you knew you had to play your cards right. one wrong move and this could all fall apart. he could kick you out, maybe even out of the crew. or worse, he would take emotional damage and never recover. you've heard stories of men who get laughed at and are unable to get 'it' up ever again. no way you'd let that happy to your dear captain.
and maybe this is also for you. what can you say? youre a pirate. pirates are selfish.
you kneel down in front of him. he looks at you between his fingers
"what are you doing?" he's trying to be harsh, but his shaky breathing gives him away
"captain…." you watch as his fingers twitch at your voice "there's nothing to be embarrassed about" you know it's a cliche line, but youre only getting started
"i told you to leave." okay, he's still closing himself off. thats okay, you just have to give it a little more power
you lightly touch his knee, his whole body tenses at the feeling.
"are you sure thats what you want, captain?" you made sure to ask in that sweet voice you knew he liked. he tried to hide it, but there was always that look in his eyes. and he always did what you asked when you used the voice
he gaped at you. he looked like a cute, breathtakingly handsome fish. his mouth opened once, then closed. then opened again
you decided to take him out of his misery and finish your thought
"because…" you scoot your body closer, your breasts now pressed against his knees. his folded legs tense against him "i think you really want me to stay"
his breath hitches. he lowers his hands from his face, and you can see just how red he is. his brows are worried as he looks at you with hesitant eyes.
"i do," his voice is quiet, and theres a hint of insecurity, "b-but i really think you should go"
damn. he's resistant. maybe he's really just not into this? thats fine, you'll respect his boundaries. i mean, youre selfish, but not evil.
after one more try, youll give up! perfect plan. youre so smart.
"do you think im pretty, captain?" your thumb on his knee begins to rub comforting circles
he blinks at you before answering "of course i do"
"then…" okay, one last shot, make it count! "why cant i stay? i mean, i dont mind…" you glance between the two of you "helping you out"
he gulps. fuck, he thinks, the most gorgeous girl in the whole world is in my room, on my floor, touching me, and i cant even speak? she wants to help- no, no, dont get ahead of yourself, law.
he knows he needs to tell you the truth.
he knows youre going to laugh at him, call him weird, and storm out,
but as he glances up, he sees the look in your eyes. the caring, soft look. and he suddenly finds it easier to breathe.
"im a virgin." he blurts out without thinking
its your turn to blink at him. he instintantly regrets his words, cringing at them.
"thats okay, we dont have to go all the way if youre not ready"
.
…
……….
………………………..?
WHAT!?!?
his mind, after buffering, starts to race a million miles a second
what do you mean? so you dont care? wait, not all the way? was he ready? of course he wanted to fuck you! fuck! he has to respond, why is he so bad at responding?
"s-so… you dont care?"
"why would i care?"
"im almost 30, im a total virgin freak who got horny seeing your limited-edition Sora merch- i thought that youd be mad at me-"
you giggled. that melodic sound he could never get enough of
"captain, i think its cute how worked up you get… and besides, no shame in not having done it yet. sex isn't the only thing in your life, i get it!" you smiled sweetly, and the comforting hand on his knee squeezed reassuringly
he appreciated your words. it made him feel like you actually cared. he realizes in this moment that thats what was missing. he was never interested in those other people because he knew they didn't care about him. but you, you made him feel safe. you made him feel like he belonged.
you made him feel loved.
and while he wanted to savor the cute moment, he felt his dick throb in his tight pants.
"seriously, captain," your hands parted his knees, and he can feel your body heat as you lean closer "i think youre hot" he felt your hand on his cheek. youre close. too close-no, he corrects himself, not close enough.
"me too-i- i think youre hot" he stumbles awkwardly through his compliment, but its endearing coming from the usually stoic man. he adjusts himself so hes sitting upright.
youre close. you have a hand on his cheek, youre leaning in-fuck, he flutters his eyes closed, and leans forward.
your lips are soft, and they soothe his chapped ones. he feels your lips moving against his. man, youre good at this. or, at least better than him, he thinks. he begins to think about how he regrets not 'practicing', how he wishes he could make you feel just as good as youre making him feel with this simple kiss, but as soon as your hand moves down and cups his dick through his jeans, he forgets all of his worries
he groans against your lips, and you feel pride bubble in your stomach. most men dont make any noises cause theyre insecure, but this fine specimen is unabashedly groaning and bucking his hips into you hand. it looks like he doesn't even realize. how cute.
you bite his bottom lip, and he parts them for you. you slip your tongue in, and you can feel his gasp, his breath becoming yours. you remind yourself that you should move your hands, too, so you slip your hands under his sweatshirt. hes not wearing anything under it, which causes you to smile a bit against his lips as your fingers lightly caress his bare skin.
you trace where you know his tattoos are, the slightly raised skin extra noticeable to you, having memorized the path of his intricate marks. he parts from your lips, taking in a breath. his lips are parted, slightly swollen, and glossy with spit. he gasps in some air, but quickly calms his breathing. must be practice from all the exercise he gets. a little disappointing, you think briefly, you want to see him struggling to catch his breath. maybe later….
his call of your name snaps you out of your thoughts, as he lifts his sweatshirt over his head, tossing it aside. you take a moment to admire the way his muscles stretched then relax, the softer skin over his stomach calling out to you.
"hm?" you hum at another call of your name, your hands preoccupied with his torso still, you rake your eyes up to look at him properly "something wrong, captain?"
he shakes his head "no-no, please dont stop-" he gasps when your fingers find his belt "i just… ive never felt so-" his shoulders jump at the sound of his belt hitting the ground
"its okay, captain, ill take care of you" the sound of his zipper punctuating your sentence. you lick your lips, pulling on his waist band to indicate you want his pants off
he bites his lip, and raises his hips so you can pull his skinny jeans off. you leave his briefs on for now, deciding youd go a little slower, as not to overwhelm him. but damn, seeing the outline of his dick…. you always thought he would be big, but you really underestimated him.
his strong hands grasp your waist, panting against your lips as he leans towards you. you can feel his gasps against your cheek as you reach beneath the waistband of his briefs and finally touch him.
he cant believe this is happening. honestly, he assumed it was was a dream since you walked in the door, and now he's for certain it cant be real. because the feeling of your hand on his is good. too good. he can hear himself moaning when you tug his underwear down, and he lets out a guttural groan at the feeling of your spit hitting his tip. he thinks briefly that you didn't have to do that, theres enough precum dribbling from his tip to lube your hand, but he certainly wasn't going to complain.
his back arches off the bookshelf, and his hands grip you tighter, pulling you towards him.
"does it feel good, captain?" you kiss his jaw, stroking him slowly.
"y-yes, fuck, dont stop-" he moans out, fingers tracing the hem of your shirt. oh, right, you'd almost forgotten what started all of this. but as he throws his head back when you squeeze the base, shutting his eyes tight, you feel something bubbling inside of you.
jealousy? maybe… after all, he'd never gotten a boner when it was just you… or maybe the shirt was just his breaking point… you decide to find out.
he whines when you remove your hand, opening his eyes only to find you lifting your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side. youre wearing your favorite bra, its simple and comfortable, but you almost think your wearing your special sexy bra with the way he's looking at you
"youre so pretty-uhm, fuck-" he looks embarrassed to give out such an earnest compliment, and it makes your cheeks heat up.
you return your hand to his dick, swiping the precum with your thumb, making him groan. he cant take his eyes off your tits now, the way they jiggle with the movements of your arm, especially now that you're going faster-
fuck, hes not gonna last.
he opens his mouth to warn you, but all that comes out is an embarrassingly high-pitched moan. he watches your cleavage intensely. he suddenly feels bold enough to tug your cups down, revealing your nipples. his chest heaves with his quickening breathe, and he can feel his dick twitch
"are you close?" youre so sweet, always worrying about him
he responds with a nod, unable to form words. your hand moves quicker, and he clutches your sides, eyes locked onto your body. he feels like volcano, ready to erupt at any second
as he feels his orgasm approaching, on the brink of ecstasy, he makes the bold decision to look up at you. youre looking at him so sweetly, so lovingly, he cant help his heart from feeling full. which only adds to his orgasm as it hits him like a train.
his head falls against your shoulder, his moans fill the room as he cums, shooting his load against your hand and his abdomen. he whines when you stroke him through it, milking out all of his cum.
when you finally let go of him, he has to take a few seconds, calming his breathing.
"how do you feel, captain?" you rub his shoulder
"good, i feel good." he says quietly against you "uh," he begins, leaning back to look at you "i want you to feel the same"
his bold statement makes your core heat up, and you give him a smile
"yeah? do you know how, captain?" he fight a giggle at his blush, and slight pout. you see the world around you go blue, and suddenly youre on his bed under him, his pillows on the floor where you just were
"teach me"
A/N: sorry this ends kinda abruptly....... hmmm,,,,,.... may revisit and add onto it who can really say
this is just some list i have on my computer. i write them down when i think about them. will def make more parts! feel free to send in requests related to these too!
to those who have sent in requests, i am getting to them! no worries my friends, this is just something i already had written, and wanted to upload smth. i also have smut hcs, will likely upload those b/w requests.
these are random characters from different parts out of order
bucciarati x reader, kakyoin x reader, jotaro x reader, rohanx reader, mista x reader, abbachio x reader, jolyne x reader, giorno x reader
warnings: fluff, kissing, marriage talks, period talks, a little angst-y but not rlly, no capital letters........
bucciarati-
-he never lets an 'i love you' hang in the air. he always replies with his own "i love you too, cara" or "i love you, you are my world" or something of the sort. if you dont reply to one of his, he gets a bit pouty, but he doesn't let it show. he wont ever pester you about it, but he will say it more often that day.
-everyone knows this guy is a romantic, its a very popular headcanon, but my addition is that i think he would not give his partner flowers. he would give them roses on occasion, like first dates, valentines, Christmas etc. but even then, its usually just one rose. no, he seems the type to want you to keep his affections. he cant stand the thought of being thrown away like nothing, and when he thinks about the roses he's given you, and how youve likely tossed them once theyve wilted, he opts to just buy you a nice expensive necklace. or better yet, that thing you mentioned two months ago in passing that he knows will make you squeal with joy. he is a good listener, after all. additionally, if youve saved all the flowers he has gotten you, and you show him, he might just cry from happiness. might.
-doesn't propose how he intended to…. he had a whole thing planned, he wanted to take you out to the nicest dinner, go on a walk, propose there, and if all went well, he wanted to take you home and show you just how much he loved you. he had everything planned to the smallest detail. but after a particularly rough mission, hes laying in your arms as you brush your fingers through his hair, and in his sleepy state of mind, his heart overflowing with love for you…. he lets a little "i want to marry you…." slip out. he realizes, and you can feel his body tense. question him about it, cause its one of the only times youve ever seen him so flustered.
kakyoin-
-would get insecure if you confessed during the events of stardust crusaders. would excuse it as the 'suspension bridge effect' and would tell you that you dont actually like him, that you just like the way he looks, but the danger of the trip is adding a false sense of romance. it makes you upset, and insecure. you tell him hes an asshole for not taking you seriously or just run away in shame. either way he'd feel immense guilt, seek you out, and confess his own overwhelming feelings. its up to you to forgive him, but please tease him about it. he thinks its so attractive (but still embarrassing for him) when you tease him.
-you and him play cards almost every single chance you can get. war, rummy, poker, blackjack, all the ones you two know the rules to. the others join once in a while, especially joseph and jotaro, but it really is a you two thing. late nights rooming together, sitting on his bed playing rummy. you curse him for his apparent ability to always get the damn aces somehow. he laughs and says its 'all luck'. he doesn't understand how he keeps getting away with being able to stare at you in these moments, admiring your features, caressing your face and lips with his eyes. he excuses it by saying he's "studying your poker face". you giggle and claim you dont have one. its cute, he thinks. then is immediately pulled back to reality when you run out of cards, winning the game.
jotaro-
-might be controversial, but i feel like he likes loud, emotional people. he likes when you tell him exactly how youre feeling, and he loves when you laugh loudly in public, throwing your head back as you clutch your stomach at whatever stupid thing polnareff said. he adores when you call him out for being a hypocrite. "why should i be the only one who says what im feeling? tell me what you want too, jotaro!" youd complain, and he'd huff, saying "im fine" but hes not really lying. he's perfectly okay with this arrangement. you telling him what you want, and him doing it for you without question. as he matures, he begins to realize how frustrating that must be for you.
rohan-
-although he sees you as his perfect muse, he absolutely will not use heavens door on you after you begin dating. he did when you first met, of course. he does to most people. but after reading it, and falling in love, he vowed he wouldn't mess with your inner most thoughts and feelings (how very thoughtful…/s). he hasn't written anything in, either. he trusts you wont attack him. if he wants to know whats going on in that beautiful brain of yours, he very bluntly demands to know. but its cute the way he does it, pouting, arms crossed, begging to know whats gotten you all moody. hes cute.
-hes so tsundere. he will absolutely invite you over to learn more about you for "my work, of course. what, did you think i actually wanted to spend time with you?". he needs a partner whos perceptive to his feelings. being isolated due to working from a young age, he has a really difficult time telling people how hes feeling. specifically positive emotions. so if you know without him having to tell you, he feels better about it. but he'll learn. give him time.
-enjoys witty banter. probably couldn't handle a partner whos too sensitive, because he gets a little mean sometimes. he likes heated debates (that end in heated make outs) and general back and forth. he doesn't really ragebait himself, but he falls for it easily.
jolyne-
-actually so sensitive on her period (projecting). like, she gets so, so mad she has to walk away from situations to not blow up at you. she loves you, and she cries to you apologizing profusely if she does yell at you. if you have a uterus, she feels more comfortable not really telling you everything, since you likely get it. but if you dont, be prepared for gross, in-detail descriptions of whats happening.
mista-
-cant get enough of you in a skirt. doesn't matter what gender you are, he loves it! if you have trouble feeling comfortable in skirts/ dresses for personal reasons, he'll wear one for you to make you feel more comfortable! he'll even wear it in public, and threaten anyone who looks at him weird. he'll hook his arm around you and say "whats that guys deal? cant a guy wear a skirt?".
abbaccio-
-wouldn't propose. its not that he doesn't love you, he does. he loves more more than anything, he reveres you. but thats exactly why. he feels like you dont deserve to be 'tied down' to him for the rest of your life. you'll have to take the initiative. dont let him run away, he'll try. he'll try to sabotage the relationship by being mean, day drinking whatnot. just grab him by the shoulders and firmly lay out all your feelings for him. it'll get through to him this way, but you cant be shy about it, otherwise he'll make excuses for your behavior and think that youre just annoyed with him.
-surprisingly soft with you. he likes to hold you, even if just your arms are touching, the feeling of you is all he needs. also, in the least weird way possible, likes hearing you breathe. youre alive, here, with him. he'll memorize your breathing patterns…. it helps him fall asleep.
giorno-
-okay so golden boy has never had a relationship (platonic or otherwise) where there isn't something to gain from it. so i firmly believe it would take him a whiiiiilleee to get used to a loving relationship. for about a year, he may not fully trust you. so you guys most likely start as friends, and eventually he'll feel safe enough to let you see all of him.
-doesn't intentionally manipulate you… but kinda does. okay hear me out, to go off the other hc, i feel like he is so used to using people, he unintentionally does things that he would when using others for his own purposes. like, he wants to talk about something thats been bothering him? he takes you out to a fancy dinner and buys you a new necklace. he wants you to move in with him? he's buttering you up, constantly cuddling you and kissing you for days leading up to the conversation. if youre observant, you can usually spot when he's about to ask for something. you have to get it through his head that he doesn't need to do that, and if he wants something, he can just ask, because this is a partnership. it takes work, but eventually he'll feel okay just asking.
MY FIRST ASK WOOHOO confetti party popper yada yada yada
i love sanji.... im pathetic sanjis number one fan.... i hope you like pathetic sanji as much as i do, anon.
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sanji x gn!reader
Warnings: smut, minors dni!! blowjobs, spit, cum swallowing, sanji cums quickly lol, smoking- lmk if i missed anything
sanji looks down at you, a nervous smile on his face.
his lithe fingers remove his cigarette from his mouth, and he blows out smoke before speaking
"are you sure about this, mon amour?" there's a undeniable excitement in his voice. he always the gentleman, felt like he had to ask tomake sure, even though he would probably cry if you stopped now.
"im sure, my love" you respond in a sickly sweet tone, the one you know makes his knees buckle and his smile grow wider.
your hands gently untuck his button-up, and he helps you by unbuttoning it. he watches unblinking as your fingers toy with his belt, swiftly removing it. you hear his gasp at the quick movement. its cute.
hes biting his lip so hard it could bleed as you lower his pants, dropping them to his ankles. and he thinks he actually, genuinely dies when you lean forward, placing a few gentle kisses over the bulge in his briefs.
'nng- ah, please, k-keep doing that-" he knows he already looks like a mess, running a hand through his hair, and snuffing out his cigarette on a crate nearby.
"you sure you dont want me to keep going?" you ask teasingly, giving the bulge a little kitten lick.
"i-i… please, anything- i'll take anything-!" his voice waivers. damn… what you would give to capture this moment forever. but, youre more interested in all the other faces he'll make, so you continue.
you pull his briefs down, and his dick slaps lightly against your cheek. you spit on your hand, and look up at him.
he's looking away.
oh, thats not gonna do.
"sanji~?" you call to him, wrapping your hand around the base.
his leg twitches and he gasps at the feeling, and glances briefly down at you, before looking away again.
"yes, sweetheart?" he practically whines when you begin to slowly, way, way too slowly pump him.
"look at me." you say it sweetly, but he could tell it was an instruction. he's not quite used to being ordered around, but he would be lying if he said he doesn't like it.
you can tell, too. you watch as precum leaks out his tip at the sound of your voice.
he bites his lip, and looks down.
more pre dribbles out, and you quickly lap it up, moving your hand faster
"o-oh- fuck, mon amour- i-" he whines, hands moving to your face, gently cupping your cheeks "so beautiful like this…"
you smile at the compliment, and thank him by finally welcoming him into your mouth, licking the tip when you do. you take what you can of him in, using your hand for what doesn't fit.
you let him sit against your tongue for a few moments, adjusting your throat to the feel of him.
the uncomfortable feeling it completely forgotten, however, when you see the sight above you. sanji has thrown his head back, leaned against the wall in a way that allows his unbuttoned shirt to fall open more, revealing his toned abdomen to you. you watch as he removes one hand, and grips the crate next to him, his knuckles going white at the pressure.
'hahh-oh, fuck, thank you- th-thank you-!" he startles rambling, and a warm feeling fills you at that. he's the first man to ever verbally thank you for a blow job, and it makes you want to really try for him. you begin to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks to add to the sensation.
he whines out, the hand on your cheek moving to your head. he doesn't grip, or move you, but its a nice, gentle pressure.
you continue your ministrations, watching him carefully. he looks back down at you, and you feel him twitch in your mouth. you move faster, spit dribbling past your lips and down your chin
"f-fuck- i cant last like this- m-mon amour, please, l-let me go- i-" tears prick his eyes as his moans get louder. he whines when you hum around him, feeing the vibrations in his core. "i-i'm gonna cum- i-"
he whines something about not wanting to dirty your mouth, but you're determined to swallow this mans cum. so you look up at him, flutter your eyelashes, and go faster.
he was right, he didn't last. with a loud, sharp moan, he cums down your throat. his thighs twitch under your hands, and you can hear the crate creak under the pressure of his hand
after riding him through his high, you pul away, licking your lips before swallowing.
"mmm… bitter…" you comment absentmindedly.
he kneels down to your level, rubbing your sore cheeks with his thumbs
"mon amour, y-you didn't have to swallow, i couldve-" you shush him with a finger to his lips, and smile at him
"i wanted to, sanji. youre too cute not to swallow whole~"
his mouth gapes open and closes a few times. eventually, he's able to form a coherent thought
