@cyanide-rifle asked for some Conquest HC's and of course I'll gladly deliver! đ
no warnings | gn Reader (except for 1 sentence implying a uterus, sorry), skippable nsfw, Conquest being mentally ill
General:
This man is a piece of WORK good luck with that. Itâll take a while to undo all the Viltrumite indoctrination (and this guy also canonically lived like an animal). Hope the GDAâs top tier therapists are worth their money.
Like heâd sleep on the floor because the bed is âtoo softâ and that somehow feels wrong, or when you leave him alone for a while youâd come back to him being at the exact same spot just waiting for you.
Especially in the beginning heâd follow you around like a lost puppy, absolutely not knowing what to do with himself. And that might be for the best, because without you around, heâs more likely to relapse.
Even later on in the relationship he remains a bit clingy. Understandable though, your lifetime is significantly shorter than his so he tries to enjoy as much time together as possible.
Once he first started crying thereâs no going back. I think heâd just randomly start getting teary-eyed over the most trivial things. Going from crazed nihilism to getting hit by so many suppressed emotions at once can be a bit overwhelming after all.
Is very helpful in general, but acts of service are also his love language. Being useful is still important to him especially since his effort finally gets acknowledgement â and he also has a hard time doing nothing because it makes him spiral.
His head continues to mess with him sometimes and heâs still not 100% sure the life you two built is real and not just him imagining things to cope with his loneliness.
Reverts back to his malicious old self occasionally, mostly when heâs out saving the world. Honestly doesnât care about collateral damage as he relives his old days absolutely demolishing an enemy, but he hates you seeing him like this. Please donât be mad, donât be scared, heâs gonna be good next timeâŚ
With much love and patience heâll eventually turn into one of those super enthusiastic grandpas, the kind that always smiles and cracks jokes and speaks way too loud. Makes everyone that knew his former self super uncomfortable lmao
Literally never shuts up, like he verbalizes every thought but itâs usually just him very cheerfully monologuing. His favorite topic is gushing about you to anyone willing to listen (or not). Surprisingly secretive about his past - probably because he doesnât want your perception of him to shift negatively.
Totally baffled at the concept of a hobby, like simply doing stuff without necessity? Sign him up. Plan a pottery class or take dance lessons or whatever, he sucks ass at most things but heâll gladly try it all out.
Surprisingly a great cook! And for that very same reason he gains a bit of weight, especially around the belly. Food on Viltrum tastes like nothing since itâs simply for nourishment, so imagine the hype when he discovers chocolate.
Has the worst fashion sense, for example those colorful Hawaiian shirts and socks in sandals kinda stuff. Sorry.
Sucks at kissing, with teeth colliding and uncoordinated tongue movement, but itâs endearing in a way. In the beginning it really felt like he was about to bite off your jaw. He'll get the hang of more chaste kisses, however he likes the first option more.
Animals adore him for some reason and heâs way better around them than other people. Please give this man a pet immediately.
Gets embarrassed easily, call him by a sweet nickname or compliment him on anything really and he forgets how to form sentences. Blushes a lot. Praise him a little would you.
Very touchy no matter if in public or at home. He always at least has his hand on you somehow since your touch grounds him. Offers bear hugs to everyone else too!
Definetly prefers to be the little spoon.
NSFW:
Oh, itâll also take a while to get accustomed to each other in that particular way. Just too many variables that make it downright dangerous lmao
Obviously waits until youâre ready, heâs literally got all the time in the world. Heâs content with you either way.
First of all, he needs to learn the limits of your human body. He is so terrified of hurting you by accident that even with cuddling you had proceeded slowly.
Also a bit nervous due to his advanced age, not that it means anything by human standards but itâs still on the back of his mind.
Truth be told this man is so touch-starved heâd probably cum from you barely even touching him. But no worries, he has stamina for days and loves to indulge you until you decide itâs enough.
Hairy. Everywhere. No elaboration.
Size and girth is proportionate to the rest of his body so R.I.P. to you, without prep this is barely possible.
I think his oral game is very clumsy due to lack of experience and not really understanding it, since on Viltrum itâs always straight to business. Gets the necessity of foreplay though.
Your taste though, thatâs a whole other story. Might be a bit ashamed to admit but eating you out on your period draws him crazy.
And when he realizes just how good he can make you feel with so little, he quickly grows addicted. Still pretty sloppy but more because heâs over-eager than anything. Hope you like to be overstimulated because heâll fill you up just to bury his face between your legs and clean the mess himself.
Doesnât like you going down on him, though. Simply not close enough.
An absolute biter but never leaving permanent bruises. A miracle how he can hold back no to draw blood, because he sure is tempted.
Besides that, he enjoys being gentle with you incredibly much! Itâs such a huge contrast to what he had to act like all those years that itâs just freeing in a way.
Would prefer you being on top actually. Can control his strenght better when you're the one in charge, and also adores just watching you.
No need to be ashamed of anything, this man is a FREAK. Nothing is off limits as long as he gets to make you happy, manâs open to suggestions!
Obsessed with you. Literally. Iâm sure heâs into body worshipping, especially on parts you deem as âflawedâ.
Quoting @d-licousweenie who got it just right: That man is a whiny sub and heâs exactly where he wants to be. You could ruin this man and heâd thank you for it. Treat him kind though, give the poor guy a break.
I just finished watching the last episode of stranger things and when I tell you I cried seeing dustin snatch that diploma and flip off the principle something we couldn't see eddie do I'm sorry but that hurt but I'm also kinda happy in a way....
Also, here's an edit that landed on my fyp cause, why not, credit to the creator...
lieutenant simon ghost riley searches for his salvation between your spread thighs, against the quivering, meek twitching skin, dewy and smooth as newborn, hanging wide at his muscular, hunched shoulders, as he lavishes greedily, curling tongue and roughly biting teeth, leaving sharp, bloody imprints on you.
makes you stutter around a feeble prayer, mumbled through wobbling, bitten wet lips, sliding through as a chocked whimper, as your fingers shake around the crucifix you grip, rough, almost violent, trying so hard to stay close to the thing that was your only purpose for until now, but you couldn't push an exhausted, lonely man away when he asked for a single forgiveness.
if lord wanted you to be there, not only this world, but serving him while in this church, then he also sent you this man â ugly in his endless greed and merciless rudeness, pretty in the soothing, calloused palms he smoothes up your legs and hips while bunching up the dress that get's in the way, in those nut brown eyes, framed by a flutter of blonde eyelashes that hide the swirling vulgarity of his dirty desires.
so you let yourself be malleable, let out a small, mewling moan as he growls in your loose, sloppy hole, slick dripping down and glistening against his chin, stubble coarse, rough over your sensitive body, and still your hips roll forward, meeting him halfway and earning a pleased hum, a harsh suck to your puffy clit, as your fingers lose their hold around the cross, letting it go.
A/N: Alright so Iâve gonna back to one of my old hyper fixations and was distraught by the lack of Gorillaz content(damn me for not the best writer and a damn child back 2009đĽ˛đ)
ANYWAY! I might crack out a few of these while Iâm still obsessed with it (I made a FAWKING oc and everything-) I also might make this a multi-part cause every fanfic I found was from 3-6 years ago and unfinished lol
PS> Bear with me sometimes i like writting the accents in and sometimes if drives me insane-
ENJOY!
Link to Publicity Pt.1
Being a singer, songwriter, and all-around musical artist was a lot harder to accomplish than people gave you credit for. Demands were all you'd grown used to from fans and your record label as you had gone on a 5-year hiatus.
Scrolling away on your phone you sigh, at an influx of fan emails, comments, likes, and shares on each platform your social celebrity presence graced.
However one in particular had caught your eye...well ear more accurately. Tik tok was one of your favorite pastimes, and on this specific post, \ there was someone mashing together two songs. One of your own, and one from a separate band You immediately fly to the comments, taking in the nice, familiar melody as your vocals come in paired with the lead singer.
-Holy shit this is actually really good
-Wait this eatttsss
-someone tag her in the comments i NEED them to -collab like yesterday-
reply: yeah if she ever hops her ass outta retirement- WE MISS YOU QUEEN
reply: honestly i dont see this hype this mashup kinda ass
-Gorillaz x Y/n Collab whennn???
You chuckle, scrolling past comments as you note the artists. Huh, when was the last time you'd heard from Gorillaz? Last you heard they were on hiatus far longer than you had been and-
Wait....
Taking a breath you press the record icon, fluffing your hair and testing a 'glamour' filter before filming. And right as you posted, the glorious internet we WILD.
-Somewhere in Los Angeles-
"Check this out," Noodle smiles, turning her phone screen to the two gentlemen before her.
"Oh, that's that one girl uhhh, Y/n?" Russel confirms as Noodle nods, your stitch of the video playing amongst their conversation.
"If we get this all the way to the UK...I'll collaborate with Gorillaz to commemorate the end of our hiatus. That is if they are accepting of my invitation!" You challenge, with a smile.
"Ah, we don't need to do all tha'" Murdoc grumbles, plopping into the seat before kicking his boots up on the table. No decorum.
"What're you talking about? You know how cool that would be?" Noodle is already convinced, turning the phone back to the group.
Despite the bickering, 2D's eyes are glued to the screen. Pretty girl from the States. Her hair was wow...and that smile? The way she lowkey called them out for being gone but also herself...the confidence to request a collab?
"Noodle's got a point. We could add her to the new album before it drops." Russel includes, a smile already over his features
2 outta four convinced
"Y'know how expensive collabs are? You runnin' my pockets into the groun' " Murdoc grumbles again, glancing back down at the screen as the video loops.
He presses the stitch icon to watch the original before folding his arms over his chest in thought.
" Think we should 'ave a go at it? I mean, she invited us?" 2D finally pipes up, gaining his bandmates' attention.
Murdoc's been overrulled with a whopping 3 outta 4.
"Oh you would wan' to collab you dog-" Murdoc scoffs, despite being one to talk.
That man probably had more illegitimate children than there were stars on the flag- 2D opens his mouth to bicker and respond back but Noodle beats him to it.
"Well, we don't have a choice because I already contacted her team." Noodle interrupts, flashing the email.
"Since when the hell 'ave you had control over media and collabs?!" Murdoc shrieks
-Meanwhile-
You'd gone from vanished to trending in a matter of minutes. People in your comments were thriving off the fact that their favorite artist/artists would possibly be coming out of their hiatus over some silly mash-up! It didn't take long for word to spread from the States all the way to the UK because, within 2-3 hours, you received an email.
It was fairly simple and friendly acceptance to your collab invitation...something you knew was a possibility but, fuck it was happening now!?
Apparently, the Gorillaz guitarist, Noodle, said the whole band had seen your video and were wondering if you were serious about a collab. The combination of your talents would surely kickstart your careers once again and besides, what kind of celebrities would you be if you didn't give the people wanted?
Good fuckin music.
You pause for a moment, thinking this could easily be a scam, but upon further examination (and a brief chat with your media team who hadn't approved your video at all (yeah they were pissy about it)) you were sure you had the right people.
According to your coordinators, youâd been booked to fly out to LA within a day! Fuck things were happening fast and the sudden dread from 5 years prior managed to worm its way into your chest, sinking further into your stomach.
Shit.
Shit this was actually happening
SHIT!
You stand from your bed, now pacing as your breath quickens. When was the last time you wrote a song?! Hell, when was the last time you touched a fucking keyboard, or a microphone, or a fucking synthesizer?! When was the last time you'd opened your lyric book?
You scramble, thinking of the next best thing to distract yourself but the notion was cut short when your phone rang. With a deep breath, you answer, the fate time call immediately revealing a woman with dark, black hair and large round 3D-esque glasses. She has this huge smile on her face and faint bickering can be heard in her background.
You both speak,
"Hi!"
"Helloo!"
The two of you giggle and the woman who you soon learned to be THE Noodle who had contacted you prior, was wondering about your travel dates.
"You'll be headed this way in a day or two?" She confirms as you nod.
"So soon I know but, good to get started while the creative juices are still flowing. It's an honor to be able to work with such talented artists like yourselves." You compliment, hearing a gruff, more rugged voice call out,
"She's a nice one in' she? All in the day's work darling all in the day's work-" in the back before swiftly being cut off.
"We can't wait to have you! I'm sure we can all come up with something together, you've got quite the skillset." Noodle compliments back, the bond between girls only growing by the minute.
The two of you would get along just fine.
The conversation didn't last much longer though, because your team works damn near fast as the speed of light. Before you knew it you were being escorted onto a plane with a nice first class seat on its way back to your home state. With the occasional photo and autograph, the airport went a lot smoother than usual.
Once the plane had taken off, your 6 hour flight was filled with the very band you'd be collaborating with. From the discography to lore, history, and drama, you were determined to know as much about these guys as you could...
-6 grueling flight hours later-
It had been a while since you'd been home. The salty sea air of LA warms you to your core and the sun paints the sky a vibrant blue. Your luggage is carted away and just as you manage to shuffle past fans down an escalator. There, someone with a sign is already waiting for you.
Scribbled in chicken scratch damn near is your name on a large white sign. Holding said sign is a lanky-looking guy, hair bright blue and eyes black as night.
Part of you considers walking past him and pretending you dont know who it is, but your stupid 6 hour research journey told you everything you needed to know. Besides, your heart knew that would be quite rude to ignore the lead singer going out of his way to grab you from the busy airport.
Don't they have people for that though? To transport celebrities without making a fuss? This guy might as well be walking around with a target on him with his rather defining features. And what's up with that sign?! Isn't the whole point to avoid attention and a swarm of fans???
"Hi! I'm uhh, assuming you're-"
"Oh my god is that 2D!? AND Y/N?!?! She was serious, oh my god look!"
The speed at which your head moves to the direction of the sound ought to have given you whiplash. A swarm of people began to grow, and the flash of cameras and video surrounded the two of you as your heart raced. This is why you hire people for this shit.
A sea of fans demand autographs and pictures as they closed in, each of them asking different questions faster than you can process them
"Are you happy to be back in LA?"
"Over here Please can I get a picture!"
"Is there a reason you two are here alone?"
It's hot, the breath of now hundreds circling as your stomach turns, each poke and taunt making it harder to breathe as the airport terminal spins. Fuck you needed to get out. NOW.
"Why isn't the rest of Gorillaz here?"
"Are you nervous about your new song?"
"What happened at your last show?"
"Why did you run away y/n?"
Turning almost comically, your eyes narrow, sweat beaded and falling down the side of your face.
"What?"
You're soon being dragged, the one faceless figure in the crowd not bothering to follow the swarm as they rush after you and the blue-ette. Speaking of which, that was who was dragging you now, trying to run away from feral fans.
His fingers are long and cold against the skin of your wrist as he tries to navigate not only out the airport but also away from the swarm that is slowly dispersing.
So, this was the man behind those gorgeous vocals? You couldn't help but recall the entirety of their discography, that echo, something so unique about his sound. Like a distant, melancholic megaphone.
But when he opened his mouth-
"Murdoc 'ad me come pick you up! I-"
You can't help the sound that comes out of your mouth. It's like a mix of complete shock and your face is about the same. You had no idea what you were expecting. The accent was a given, duh. But, there was no way that was his voice?! How could you have missed this in your research???
"Y'ok miss? Look like y' seen a ghost?" He asks again, his voice snapping you back to reality.
Oh that was 100% his voice, he was NOT fucking with you. And this was gonna be a long car ride.
Author's Note: OKAYYY so im gonna make some more parts this is definitely gonna have some smut and hopefully while I on winter break I can update my masterlist- Ayway see yall next chapter, yes I know this is cringe but I am free lmao
Summary: Johnny knows bestâwell, until he meets you.
Warnings: 18+ mdni, intern!reader, himbo!johnny, lots of bickering, uncle!johnny, explosions and fire alarms, awkward flirting, some humor but mostly smut, sub!johnny, edging, a smidge of humiliation, dry humping, make that man beg! â wc: 5.1k
Author's Note: a small break and i'm back with more smut, of course. the interests are shifting and i fear this man is pulling me back in
When you took the offer as Reedâs intern at the Baxter Building you had expected challenges.Â
But, you hadnât imagined them in the form of Johnny Storm.
Any feasible problem had been rectified.Â
But Johnny, he was justâŚthere.Â
Lingering, watching.
When you first meet him, it was an impromptu introduction as he flew through the open glass doors, flames dissipating as he landed on his feet, eyes wide and curious of a new face.
You quickly realize that despite his role on the team when it came to saving Earth, always gaining the glory of a well-defeated enemy, he didnât have much to do at home.
It was how he found himself in Reedâs lab most days, sometimes occupied, sometimes not.
âDonât pay him much mind,â Reed had insisted, âheâll get bored and leave eventually,â
And he always did.Â
But, not without noticeable eyes set on you for an extended amount of time, like he was trying to examine you from afar, learn you.
He oozes confidence that has clearly never been tested, addressing Reed with a rather flippant tone when he tried to get a point across or make a suggestion that was quickly shut down.
He tried, bless his heart.
And you sensed the flash of embarrassment as your gazes collided when he sulked past but you didnât poke the beast.
Even with the minimal words youâve spoken, you feel the silent tug of interest despite any and all logical reasoning why you shouldnât find him intriguing.
Your curiosity was a goddamn killer.
He did seem helpful, though.
He often tried to apply an extra set of hands wherever needed when he wasnât bothering Reed about new schematics for suits or upgrades on the Fantasticar.
And he made a great sandwich when he was feeling generous enough to share his half without so much of a word your way, only sliding the plate down beside you quietly with a quick snap to toast the bread when you mentioned to him how you liked the crunch.
He liked to tinker and fiddle, always tapping away a beat against a surface when his body was restless.Â
It was always an object you needed, too.
Your wrench had become a common makeshift drumstick to him when he was burying himself in his own work, headphones blaring over his ears as you approached him without warning.
You pluck it away wordlessly, watching as he shifted one side of his headphones away from his ear and peered up at you, âI was getting to the good part,â he offered defensively.
âDarn,â you deadpan, âhow will I go on?â
Johnny huffs out a short laugh and shakes his head, âYour loss, baby,â he quips before he replaces the wrench with his fingers, entering a quiet drum solo.
You freeze at the slip of words, knowing he was being patronizing, but he smiles with his sickening confidence and adds even more annoying sound effects with his mouth.
You soon discover he found his peace came when he flamed up and fought the enemy, but it wasnât a daily occurrence. You could tell when he was getting restless, always waiting for the go ahead from Reed to blow off some steam.
Most flinched at the change in form, but you had always found it interesting, eyes watching him intently. You think youâre being more sly about it than heâs ever been, but his eyes always catch you, sealing your fate with a wink.
Johnny had an unavoidable charm and even you had fallen under that spell.
-
Lately, heâd been stuck on Franklin watch.Â
He adored his nephew, he did.
But, with his powers revealing themselves as time went on, you realized just how much that young boy liked to tease his uncle.
It was a late evening when Franklin unexpectedly teleported into Reedâs lab, sans your boss as he had taken out Sue on a much needed evening away.
You were tracking through notes, rewriting them in your own notes and committing them to memory, color coded equations and all.
Franklin had startled you with his toddler babble, hands slapping against the floor as he pushed to his feet and waddled toward you with a toothy grin.
You picked him up with glee as you adjusted him on your hip.
âJohnny hates when you play hide and seek,â you tell him with a soft but playful tone, âbut I find it amusing,â
The doors split open a minute later and you spot Johnny jogging toward you, wide-eyed and worried before he spots the identical smiles and his face quickly sets to annoyance.
âDude, you disappeared right out of my arms,â he scolds Franklin gently, ignoring you entirely as you wordlessly handed off the child, brushing a stray hair away from your mouth and behind your ear as he then unexpectedly acknowledges you, âYouâre really good with him, you know. He likes you,â
You clear your throat and turn back toward your notes, slipping into your chair and organizing the papers out perfectly, waiting for Johnnyâs departure.
But, it doesnât come.
âHeâs a sweet kid,â you shrug, looking over your shoulder slightly,
He turns, shoes squeaking against the floor as you watch two fingers pluck a paper from the table, then another, completely disorganizing your system as you turn to him, face set with a look of disdain.
âColorful,â he notes with a smirk, ââŚcute,â
You snatch the paper from his grip and quickly readjust the order, âit helps my brain memorize things,â you snap.
Johnny makes a dismissive noise of acknowledgment, peering curiously over your shoulder at the array of colors with an ever-growing grin.
âYou seemâŚunpashed by all of this,â Johnny adds, vagueness intentional but you understand his words, âany normal person would flinch at us and our powers, him,â
âAny normal person?â You reply, mincing the words and trying to decipher what he meant, âAre you calling me strange?â
âOh, no,â he quickly corrects, âno, noâyouâreâŚyouâre just different,â
Johnny had an unbeatable case of foot in mouth around you and he wasnât sure why.
Okay.
Rolling your eyes, you glance at your watch and snort, âTheyâll be back in thirty minutes and his bedtime was an hour ago,â
Johnny, oblivious, glances down at his watch too.
âShit,â he curses and your eyes widen in disbelief at the excessive expletive around Franklin, âerâshoot, uhââ
You realize that while Johnny watched him often, heâs never been bestowed the duty of his nighttime routine.
Luckily, Sue had found her intuition serving her well, seeking you out as backup in the offâbut very possibleâchance that Johnny lost his head, you could help.
âBath, bottle, bed,â you tell him, âBen would probably make the bottle while you do the first part,â
Johnny balks, âSue clued me inâyou know, in case you floundered, whichâŚâ
Your eyes drag from head to toe and back before humming with a subtle smirk, âyou totally are,â
He looks embarrassed, cheeks reddening despite his efforts to hide it.
He doesnât come around for at least a week after that.
His ego needed time to heal.
â
You begin to think youâve irritated him enough that he would stay away, but heâs soon back with a vengeance.
Reed had opened the lab up to you on the weekends and you had eagerly accepted the offer, even if it was just to test out experiments while he and the others were busy with the super side of things.
This particular experiment was extremely tempermental, needing just the right environmental forces to keep it balanced and you were so quietly focused on griping about the level of heat that you hadnât heard Johnny approachâor even expected him to be hereâ and flick his pointer finger out like a party trick.
âI can help with that,â he says with the innocence of a child, helplessly unaware as the flame shot from his finger and let the burner explode with a poof of fire.
You gasp, âJohnny, no!âÂ
But, it was too late.
The flame shot up and immediately set off the fire alarm, forcing the emergency sprinkles on as you slapped your hands against the surface of the table before turning to him.
Heâd jumped at the sudden jolt of freezing water, looking a mix of surprise and confusion as you stepped toward him.
âI didnât ask for your help,â you snapped at him, âdo you ever bother Reed when heâs working in the lab?â
âYeah,â Johnny answers defensively, his mouth turning down as he nods, âItâsâyou looked like you were struggling with the burner, I figuredââ
âYou figured?â you echo mockingly, âWhat is your deal?â
âMy deal?â It was his turn to mimic.
âWhy do you insist on messing with me?â you ask him candidly, âThe first day I got here you spent two hours pretending like you had a reason to be in here just to watch me and for nearly a month after that, you found every possible opportunity to interrupt my work in the past couple monthsâbelieve it or not, this is my job. Iâm getting paid, I have responsibilities, and I canât waste my time looking over my shoulder wondering when Johnny is going to disrupt my day,â
âWell, you couldâve just said something,â Johnny offers, the sprinkles slowing shutting off but leaving you both dripping wet, âI justââ
Except you have, but he didnât take you seriously.Â
âYou just what, Johnny?â you press him, chest rising with the quickness of your angered breath.Â
âI thought I was helping,â he shrugs, âI really didnât mean toââ
You sigh, pushing your soaked hair away from your face and setting your hands against your hips, âWell now Iâm drowning and I donât have a change of clothes,â
âI can fix that,â He offers innocently but with some hesitance under your heavy gaze, jutting his thumb toward the doors leading to the living quarters.
âOh, can you?â you patronize him before finally relenting, following close behind as he led you through a room, down a hall, and up a flight of stairs before you reached a laundry room, âGenius plan, but Iâm not going to stand here naked while my clothes dry,â
Johnny quickly assesses the area, finding a stack of fresh, clean white shirts that were neatly folded on the dryer. You slowly unfold the cotton to watch the shirt from to nearly knee level.
âYouâre kidding me?âÂ
âI guess it was laundry day for Ben,â Johnny offers a warm smile that melts your cold exterior despite your qualms.
You clear your throat and silently order him to leave as you quickly discard your wet clothes into the dryer and switch into the shirt, feeling like Johnny was only doing this for pure amusement.
Eventually, the door creaks open and Johnny turns on his heels, his back having faced the door despite it also being closed. He was already shirtless, though.
It was only slightly startling, your eyes immediately tracking to his toned chest as he takes a moment to bite the laugh away that creeps up his throat.
Heâs curbing himself, knowing he was skating on thin ice.
Good boy.
Johnny doesnât seem to mind your eyes, finding that it was your time to stare as he stripped out of his jeans, leaving him in his still fairly dry boxer briefs that clung tight to toned thighs.
Johnny clears his throat to grab your attention, attempting to hide the smirk as he catches your gaze that lingers on the curve of his ass, your eyes quickly averting to the floor.
âIt shouldnât take long but you can wait in my room,â Johnny offers, âIfâŚif Reed asks, Iâll tell him it was my fault.â
âWell, it was,â you correct him, following Johnny to his room.
âYouâre justâŚdifferent from the others,â Johnny offers randomly, turning to him curiously as the door clicks shut.
âElaborate, maybe? Because it feels like youâre just calling me weird,â you retort, looking around curiously as Johnny takes a seat in the chair beside his record player.
âHeâd gone through a handful of interns before you,â Johnny begins, âthey all seem pretty freaked being around us, around Franklin, and they canât really keep up with Reed the way you can. Youâyou donât even seem phasedâŚby any of it,â
âI didnât take this job to fulfill my curiosity about the Fantastic Four,â you could care less about the fantastical aspect of their lives, âI admire Reedâs work, Iâd like to learn from him, this job doesnât just land on your desk on day, it chooses you,â
âMy sister said she picked you out,â Johnny admits, âI think her judgement is a little better than Reed,â
âSo, whatâs your judgement then?â you ask with an enticing curiosity, watching the way Johnnyâs eyes track the fabric of Benâs massively oversized shirt as it bunches at your thigh when you sit in the chair across from him.Â
âConfident,â he begins, though you find the word too strong for your own liking, âthoughtful, resourcefulâuh, personable but shy. Youâre great with Franklin, like Sue. Reed struggles just as much as Ben and I,â
It gets a soft laugh out of you and Johnny takes that as a win.
âWhat about me?â Johnny asks, leaning back in the chair as his arms cross, biceps flexing as his jaw sets tight.
His gaze is piercing even when he isnât trying, the richness in his blue eyes like an unintentional truth serum.
âStubborn,â you begin but it seems like Johnny expects that, âhot-headed, infuriating,â
âDonât hold back,â he snorts, âanything else, babydoll?â
You roll your eyes at the patronizing term of endearment.
His legs are inching open, spreading until heâs comfortable and relaxed, his hands clasped loosely over his chest as his elbow settled against the arms of the chair.
âYouâre enjoying this,â you scoff, âarenât you?â
Johnny shrugs and offers a warm smile.
âI donât think youâd have a clue what to do if someone put you in your place, Johnny,â you taunt him, watching his expression change slightly, head tilting, âI think you count on flirting your way out of shit and you know that wonât work with me and youâre helpless,â
âIt wouldnât?â Johnny asks curiously, his hands separating to spread out over his thick thighs, underwear creased at his groin and drawing your eyes in like a magnet, âDonât think I havenât caught you looking, too,â
You needed it out of your system, this pull.Â
You tried to keep it dormant, blaming it on proximity and Johnnyâs insisting presence. But here, in the silence that grew between you both, you wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug ass smile off his face.Â
Johnny slowly leans forward, just enough that his finger can wrap around the leg of your chair and pull you toward him.
Your foot presses into the space between his legs, stopping the movement as you stand from the chair.
This had to be grounds for termination; hooking up with your boss's brother-in-law was a definite reason for firing.
Still, the heat Johnny emitted even without his trademark flames was addicting up close, like an unbreakable curse on your body.
Johnny stares with a curious expression but matches your movement, your own fingers slowly curling around his arm as the pull comes easy, his fingers threading through your hair like they belong there, cradling the back of your head as your lips pressed together in a soft but solid kiss, unsure of what to expect.
It shouldnât feel this pleasant, as irritating as Johnny was.
Heâs quick to commandeer, like second nature as your head tilts and moves to his whim, slow kisses turning increasingly sloppy as his other hand squeezes at your waist through the excessive fabric, pulling you close.
Your own hands had twisted up and around his neck, arms slung as you pulled him closer, the quietest mewl slipping from your lips as Johnny made the pivot toward his bed, your hand catching behind you on the way down as you pulled apart for a much needed breath of air.
âNot like this,â you explain to him gently, fingers curling under the band of his underwear as you pull him toward you and swiftly change positions, leaving him sprawled out as he topples to the mattress, elbows catching the blow as you settle over his legs, âthis is better,â
The bed creaks with the movement and Johnny stares up at youâheâs curious, unoccupied hands curling into fists at his side.
âThe thing about observing and staying quiet,â you explain with a breath, thighs spread out over his lap, shirt keeping your modest at bay for the moment, âis that Iâm really good at reading people,â
âAnd youâve found that Iâm devilishly handsome,â Johnny offers with a teasing grin, âwho knew?â
Johnny watches as your hands move from your own thighs toward the apex of his own, the noticeable tent in his underwear twitching as your fingers graze the fabric.
You shrug,âI donât know, Iâm more curious how easy it is to make you beg,â offering a gentle squeeze to his shaft, his stomach flexing at the touch but his face remaining unchanged as he tilts his head slightly.
âI can put on a show,â he answers cockily, moving from his elbows to the palm of his hands, leading him closer to you as he sits up, âif youâre interested,â
You laugh quietly to yourself, shaking your head as you look down, feeling the gentle touch of a hand shifting over your thigh and under the shirt you were wearing.
âNo need,â you retort with a smile as you pull at the collar and slip the shirt over your head, leaving you completely bare before him as you work through the surge of adrenaline and quickly push his hand away and further behind his back.
Johnny canât even compute what was happening until his hands are already bound in the knotted fabric, looking up at you with a furrowed brow.
âDonât burn through it,â It was an extension of trust, hoping that he wouldnât, but knowing that he could.
Luckily, Johnny was already distracted with other things.
Namely, the sight of your tits as you leaned back on his strong thighs and the glorious motion of them pushing together as you palmed him fully with both hands, his lips parting only slightly.
Clearly, he wasnât bothered.Â
Not good enough.
You stand, the plushness of your thighs pressing together as his eyes drag to point of divinity, catching the moment his eyes dilated and his tongue drags over his bottom lip.
âYouâre out of luck, flame boy,â you tease him, kneeling down to the floor as your fingers curl around his underwear and tug.
He lifts his ass wordlessly, mesmerized by you.
His cock springs free without a single ounce of shame and rightfully so, knowing that if you had a list for prettiest cocks that he would be sitting at the top, no contest.
Your bottom lip pulls between your teeth slightly, taking in all eight inches of him and watching where the head of his cock rests just above his belly button, weeping at the tip despite his efforts to remain unaffected.Â
Thereâs a thick vein that runs from the base of his shaft to his head and you test it with a finger, tentatively, his skin like velvet under your touch as you circle the head, smearing the precum over your finger before bringing it to your mouth, pressing it flat against your tongue.Â
Johnny lets out an involuntary huff of air as you hum, returning to his lap without a word, eyes unable to break away from you.
You teasingly roll your fingers around his balls, featherlight up the seam as he releases another shaky breath that doesnât seem anything like the man who constantly sported a shit-eating grin and an annoying air of confidence, sealing his fate as your hand grips his cock with a kind of pressure that makes Johnny swallow, hard.
âYouâve done this before right, Johnny?â
He clears his throat, âPlenty,â he offers and you know he isnât really lying, âif youâre trying to embarrass me, it wonât work,â
âThatâs not the idea,â you quickly assure him, âI want you to enjoy this, really,â
You slowly move your hand up his shaft and down, jerking his cock at a pace that doesnât quite satisfy.
âI donât beg,â Johnny makes an effort to remind you.
You shrug, twisting your hand around his shaft as your pace gradually quickens, watching the rhythmic twitches in his stomach as he tries to maintain a steady breath.
âIsâis this like a control thing?â Johnny unexpectedly begins to ramble, his tone rather calmâlast ditch effort?
âControl? No,â you answer truthfully, âa good way to fuck with you? Absolutely,â
Johnny scoffs in amusement and leans back more confidently into the weight of his hands, eyes raking over your exposed skin with a greediness that youâve always expected he kept under lock and key until moments like this.Â
âYou know, itâs been three months,â he continues, âif you had a crush you couldâve just told me, I thought I was being pretty obvious how I felt,â
âPainfully,â you laugh softly, leaning back slightly as you bring your hand to your mouth and spit gently into your palm before your hand returns to his cock, hearing the slight quiver in his tone as he hums at the touch.
âWhat triggers it?â You ask curiously, âThe flames,â
Johnny pauses for a moment, eyes fluttering slightly as your thumb rubbed over the slit and along the ridge beneath the head of his cock.
âIâve always had it under control,â Johnny answers with his usual air of confidence, âNothing has ever reallyâitâs not like an emotional thing, if that makes sense,â
âReally?â you were genuinely curious despite Johnnyâs subtle skepticism.
âReally,â Johnny retorts, âare you trying to study me? Now? Like, right now? Iâm not gonna flame up if you make meââ
You silence him with a teasing kiss, lips barely grazing his own but his argument falls dead in an instant, your hand grips into his short blonde hair and he grunts, teeth bared.
âWho said I planned on making you cum anyways?â you whisper against his mouth as he lips part with your suddenly intensifying pace, fingers squeezing over the head with each tug.
âHuh?â It sounds pathetic.
And with the way his shoulders flexed, fingers curling into the fabric of his bed, you can tell heâs growing close already.
He moans into your mouth as you hold his gaze this close, watching his sanity slowly drift away.
âFuck,â he breathes softly, âseeâI knew there was something about you,â
âDid you?â You tease him, âDoes that line always work?â
Johnny shakes his head and groans, stubbornly avoiding a careful few words and you begin to switch between a slow and fast pace, teasing him to near delirium.
âClothes are probâprobably dry,â Johnny interjects, trying to switch subjects.
You hum in acknowledgement, watching the tension in his shoulders build, his chest flushed as he breaths come out like pants, nearing the edge as you let him go without warning, âShit, why did youââ
He peels his eyes open to look at you, watching you sport his trademark grin and serve him a proper dose of his own medicine.Â
âDid you think I was lying?â you ponder his frustration, gently dragging the back of your finger along the underside of his cock and watching as it twitches involuntarily.
âPartâpartly,â Johnny admits and clears his throat,
âI will,â you tell him, âjust, you know, say the words,â
Johnny eyes you with a clueless expression.
âPlease,â you whisper softly in a mock tone of desperation, tightening your grip around his dick again, âoh, please,â
Johnny canât help the way his gut somersaults at the way you speak to him, the faux agony in your tone that heâd do nothing short of self-sacrifice to be on the other end of.
âIâm not,â Johnny challenges, âyou know Iâm not,â
âMmm,â you contemplate quietly, ânot even if I get on my knees and let you watch while I suck you off?â
âNope,â his voice is pinched but you can feel the pulse of satisfaction at your words, giggling to yourself, ânot a chance,â
âToo bad,â you pout slightly and offer your words as innocently and as truthful as you can, even though it was fairly easy, âI like the way you taste,â
Johnny jaw clamps down at your words paired with the unexpected introduction of your other hand as you work over his cock at a relentless pace, watching his expression carefully.
âWhat?â You ask him curiously, âToo much?â
Johnny shakes his head, âJustâdidnât expect thisâfrom you,â he struggles to explain, âyouâre always so quiet around everyone,â
âYou only see the parts of me I want you to, Johnny,â
âI like this side, too,â he admits with a slight grin as you mirror his expression, âjust to be clear,â
âIf I untie your hands,â you begin, his attention pulling taut, âyou still have to keep them to yourself,â
âDone deal, babydoll,â he appeases, âIâll be good,â
You snort at his obvious enjoyment and lean forward to loosen the fabric and toss it away, but are less than obliging as you immediately push him back into the mattress.
âWhatâre youââ the air is pushed from his lungs as you easily position your cunt over his messy cock, a mix of your own saliva and his slick,
âDesperate times,â you offer with a smile, bending down to meet his lips again, âremember, hands off,â
It was a little selfish, chasing your own pleasure at the expense of his torture, but the moment your folds fit snug over his shaft and he groans, full body, you knew it was the right choice to make.
Johnny canât help but watch the warmth of your pussy sliding over his cock in a carefully timed rhythm as he watches the head disappear when your hips tilt forward.
He knows, for the foreseeable future, that he would find every reason, every way, to bury himself there.
Be it his face, fingers, or his cockâhe was an absolute goner and he needed you in every way imaginable.Â
âShe fits perfectly, donât you think?â Johnny teases, surely signing his death certificate with those words.
âYou were on the verge of tears just a few seconds ago,â you remind him, watching the last bits of his sanity flee as you grinded down against him, âso shut up and be good,â
Johnny clears his throat and nods without thinking. His hands are resting loosely above his hand, curling into fists when the pace gets too overwhelming, helping you manage your movement as you feel yourself crawling closer to your own orgasm, the head of his cock catching against your clit with every drag of your hips.
All you had to do was drag this out long enough to break him, even just a little, but you were learning that he was indeed the most stubborn creature in existence.
He does eventually crack though, pulling him so close to the edge that he fears he might not have any control before he blows his load, but your careful timing leaves him unsatisfied and all he can manage is a pathetic moan and look of pleading that didnât match up to the words you wanted to hear.
âIt hurts,â he manages, but was far too blissed out on the overdose of pleasure to care, âcome on, this isnât fair,â
You drag your hips against him tantalizingly slow, almost to the point of no movement at all, hands pressed into the mattress beside his head.
You shrug, clueless, dragging your thumb against his abused bottom lip, indented with teeth marks from how hard heâd been biting it.
âAsk for it,â you coax him, âtell me how badly you want it,â
Johnny swallows sharply, feeling the faint adjustment of your hips, moving but barely.
âYou canâtâcanât tease me for it,â Johnny retorts, groaning softly as you pick up your pace slightly.
âNever,â you promise him, âour secret,â
âFuck,â he breathes, âbabyââ
Heâs right there, you can feel it.
Luckily, your patience had also worn thin and youâd be a mess just as soon as he, grinding your hips over him in time with his plea of words.
âPlease,â he sighs, âplease, just let meââ
âYeah?â you nod, hips stuttering as you own pleasure coils in your gut.
âIâm begging, okay?â Johnny gives in, âPlease justâjust let me come,â
âGood boy,â you speak into the curve of his neck as his hands release from their invisible bindings and find you as he, squeezing tightly into your hips as he guides you over his cock, spurts of his thick cum painting his chest and your own, moaning brokenly against his skin as you come, pussy spasming against his cock as he chokes out a groan of your name.
As the silence bestows you, itâs met with tired laughter.
Delirious and sated, Johnnyâs hand rubbing over his face as he attempts to catch his breath.
âYouâreâŚevil,â Johnny admits, âIâm adding that one to the list, pureâpure evil,â
âWell, this just proves you can listen,â you grab the discarded shirt from the edge of the bed and wipe away the mess with a casualness that has Johnnyâs gaze locked on you as you ball up the soiled fabric and shove it into his clean chest, âyou shouldâŚprobably burn that now,â
âYeah,â Johnny agrees with a short laugh, but tosses it aside for now.
He grunts softly moving to sit up, his hand coming up to rest at the center of your back and your hands naturally fall to his shoulders as his chin tilts up and presses between the valley of your breasts, puppy dog eyed and all smiles, âIâm sorry for bothering you so much,â
âI donâtâŚmind,â you admit to him, âbut you should really listen when someone tells you something instead of brushing it off,â
âI think I just proved I can,â Johnny defends,
âYou did touch me,â Johnny closes his eyes with a silent laugh, âcouldnât hold out on those last few seconds, could you?â
âIâll be honest, I think I blacked out toward the end,â Johnny pleads with you,
âOh?â
âShut up,â he huffs lightheartedly, âIâll grab our clothes, the others should be back soon,â
You nod, climbing off of his lap carefully as he plucks his underwear from the ground and slips them on as he heads toward the door.
âHave fun explaining the lab to Reed,â you tease him,
Johnny shakes his head and looks up at the ceiling helplessly, âDonât remind me,â
simon who always guides your hand to palm at his cock when you guys kiss. tells you youâre makinâ âem feel sâgood. that thatâs what good girlfriends do.
loves feeling your quiet little gasps against his mouth as he throbs in your hand, as his thick, heavy cock fills your palm.
and the sweet little noise you make when he cums all over your fingers. only to wrap his fingers around your own to have you stroke him again :(
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