glen powell, bisexual, cis male + he/him/his → attention ! we have report of johnny storm, otherwise known as the human torch has been spotted within the area. we have reason to believe they have the power of pyrogensis/pyrokinesis, flight, plasma form. they are known to be outgoing and brave but also can be cocky and reckless, so please proceed with caution when approaching them. S.H.I.E.L.D. has reported that they’re of a mixed comics & cinema variant, so be warned !
basics
full name jonathan lowell spencer storm
age thirty-five
gender cis male (he/him)
orientation homoromantic bisexual
species human mutated by cosmic rays
occupation superhero, daredevil, racing driver, actor
powers pyrogensis/pyrokinesis, plasma form, flight
physical
hair dirty blond
eyes blue
height 6'2
build muscular, buff, lightly hairy
face claim glen powell
birthplace glenville, long island, new york
affiliation fantastic four
equipment custom suit, race car, motorbike
bio/plot
follows mostly film canon (2005, 2007), with smatterings of comic influence. johnny is taken to this universe just after the events of the rise of the silver surfer, so the current impeding doom isn't too dissimilar to what he'd just helped to prevent.
the sudden burst of flame wins a sudden shock of ice.
"not since I had a roommate a few worlds ago," bobby offered, unhelpfully. standing in opposites. creating a pressure difference by mere presence, air flowing throughout the room, bouncing between hot and cold.
hands found his own bare hips, posing a little, as the mound in his briefs, constructed from the ice he'd become, worked to hide his reaction. "there a reason you're stripping down?" not like a man needed a reason. but bobby was grasping at straws, a little.
fire and ice. the room certainly felt the effects. so did johnny. sub zero temperature was a little hard to miss when you were a constant source of heat; however resistant to cold he was.
"just getting in with the company is all." fair is fair. mister ice man was basically always naked, no matter the iteration it seemed. "don't want you to be left out." hey, if johnny himself could be ogled, so could bobby. he's only returning the favour after all. eyes raking over frozen form, appreciating the physique offered to his eyes. "there a reason you're only still looking?"
these sort of events weren't exactly new for the future foundation, reed and stu had been invited these sorts of things countless times so they all blended together after awhile for the meta human. he wore something nice, chatted with a few colleagues, or rubbed elbows.
with the rest of his team elsewhere, stu was left alone at his table. he wasn't interested in gambling away his husbands fortune, so instead he opted to sip on his drink. maybe he'd call it an early night and head back to the baxter building when someone approached his table. cocking a brow, stu finished his drink. "lovely night, isn't it?"
getting pulled across timelines was not his idea of fun. but he'll make do with what he got as he always had. and besides if he didn't, he's pretty sure his universe would collapse right along with this one. to see a familiar-yet-not-familiar face at the party wasn't new but this one in particular was different. it was not his sue, stu? whatever this multiverse shit was confusing. but still the man before him was his brother all the same. "yeah. just my type of party." a little extravagance here. a little debauchery there. he fit right in. "but i assume you'd know that, we can't be that different your johnny and i."
"now, why are you all by your lonesome, dear brother?" he hummed as he sat down, the flames on his suit fizzling out. don't need to burn a perfectly good chair. not when he already did his shirt, it having long since flaked away.
johnny's body temp is much much higher than the average human, and he's also hot to the touch. so it stands to reason that johnny's cum is definitely like hot hot. searing to the touch, or whatever body part it ends up on/in. like it might actually burn you if he's not careful/he loses control. i mean so is his insides, if you ever get lucky enough.
thread / johnny with.
mirror / flame on.
body / set my body on fire.
isms / maybe i'll burn a little brighter tonight.
music / sing a song of fire lest we fall into the dark.
connection / you light the spark in my bonfire heart.
headcanon / my breath could embody a wildfire starting.
open to all. / no set location. probably baxter building but could be anywhere.
@shieldreports.
the other man was openly staring at him. johnny smirked, glad for the attention. he knew he had a smoking hot bod. literally too, in this case. the flames had since died down, leaving steam and smoke in its wake. "you ain't ever see a man burn off his clothes before?" the fabric covering his torso had all but turned to ash, and the only modesty he had left was pieces of the shorts (he didn't believe in underwear) that he had been wearing, clinging to his skin, which obviously failed to hide anything. nothing was left to the imagination, certainly not the girth he was packing.
