#human torch x reader

[pixiexdusts-world]

okay but… hear me out… Peter Parker x reader x Johnny Storm fic 👀 would anyone actually read that or am I onto nothing

Should I?????

Yes plssss

No ur weird

Voting ended onAug 10

[cosmicwgrl]

WHERE are the johnny storm x alien!reader fanfics

[backseat-of-my-heart]

🎆- bf!human torch hcs: summer

johnny storm x gn!reader

summary: hot as hell out and you’re dating guy who literally sets himself on fire

boyfriend johnny who… cannot keep his shirt on. you’re convinced he throws them all out in may.

boyfriend johnny who… loves to show you off. whether you’re at the pool, lounging around the Baxter Building, or walking around the city, he’s got you on his arm and the grin of a man who knows he’s won in life.

boyfriend johnny who… is a nightmare to sleep next to. already the summer heat has you tossing and turning, and now your 5’10” personal space heater is snoring away without a care in the world.

boyfriend johnny who… takes you driving at night. he knows the best scenic routes and loves the look on your face when he really starts going fast. you’ve seen more constellations this summer than in your whole life because johnny points them out to you and yaps about space nerd stuff. it’s awesome.

boyfriend johnny who… uses his rich playboy privileges to get you two into fancy galas. he loves matching your outfits and dancing all night long. summer’s about being alive and johnny lives for the thrill.

boyfriend johnny who… is a big fan of campfires. when he suggests you two go camping, you know what he’s really asking. he likes getting to impress you by keeping the fire going effortlessly. he’ll blow a kiss to your marshmallow to toast it just how you like.

[starlord-s]

part two of this fic because i love johnny <3

you need to tell johnny. you’ve been putting it off for weeks, and the tension between the two of you has been building up and up and up. you haven’t spoken since the night you spent together, and not even sue’s attempts at getting you talking are working.

johnny has the tower to himself tonight. ben is on a date with his new girlfriend, sue and reed are on vacation with little franklin, and it’s extremely quiet without his family. he hums along to the record he’s playing as he makes dinner for himself, but the doorbell makes him pause what he’s doing, curiosity now taking hold.

when he finds you standing there, shivering from the rain outside, he can’t help but gape at you. something glosses over your features at the sight of him in the doorway, and you stand up a little straighter.

“is sue home?” you ask, voice shaking.

“she’s away with reed for a few days. didn’t she tell you?”

“shit,” you wrap your coat tighter around yourself. “she probably did. i’ve been losing track of time lately.”

“do you want to come in?” he asks, heart clenching at the sight of you in the cold. “i’m making dinner. ben’s out tonight, it’s just me.”

“that would be nice. thanks, johnny.”

he takes your wet coat and the two of you head into the kitchen, the delicious smell making your stomach rumble.

“someone’s hungry.” johnny comments.

you smile sheepishly, “i’ve barely eaten today.”

because you can’t keep anything down.

“sit. i’ll bring you a plate.” he urges, giving you a small smile.

as the two of you eat, it’s like nothing ever happened between the two of you. you fill each other in on what you’ve missed, and the awkwardness surrounding both of you finally disappears, replaced with your old friendship that you’ve been yearning for.

johnny’s mid sentence when you abruptly stand up from your seat and run into the kitchen, emptying the contents of your stomach into the sink. johnny watches on in surprise, eventually jumping into action and placing a warm hand on your back.

“are you okay?” he asks softly, concern lacing his tone.

“i’m fine,” you accept the glass of water he hands you, cringing at the state of the sink. “shit, i’m sorry, johnny.”

“don’t apologise. i’ve got it,” johnny reassures you with a warm smile. “are you sick?”

“i haven’t been feeling right for a few days.”

you need to tell him. you know you need to tell him.

after he’s cleaned the sink, he presses the back of his hand to your forehead.

“you feel fine. maybe it’s a stomach thing?”

oh god, you need to tell him.

“johnny.” you whisper, tears filling your eyes.

johnny softens at the look on your face, “what’s wrong?”

“i’m sorry.” the tears fall before you can stop them.

“you don’t need to apologise for being sick, (y/n). you aren’t the first person to have thrown up in our kitchen.”

“no, i…” you trail off, anxiety filling your lungs. “i need to tell you something. i should’ve told you sooner, but it was weird between us and i’m scared it’s going to get even weirder when i tell you this.”

johnny takes your shaking hand in his, stepping towards you as if you’re about to bolt any second.

“you’re pregnant.”

your eyes widen at his words, “how did you…”

“my sister was sick as a dog with franklin,” he tells you. “and when you said you needed to tell me something, i figured it could only be one thing.”

“oh god, i’m sorry,” you hide your face in your hands. “i should have told you when i found out. i was just scared you’d hate me.”

johnny moves your hands away from your face and holds them in his again, “i could never hate you. come on, (y/n), it’s me.”

your lower lip wobbles, “you’ve barely spoken to me since we…”

“i know,” he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, eyes swimming with regret. “that’s my fault. truth is, i didn’t want it to be a one time thing. but you said you weren’t looking for anything serious and i needed to get over you somehow, so…”

“oh, johnny,” you don’t realise the two of you have closed the space between you until you reach out and cup his face in your hands. “it wasn’t casual for me. i just said that to save face, in case you didn’t feel the same.”

a disbelieving laugh escapes johnny, “we’re idiots.”

you grin, “the biggest.”

his hand moves to rest over your stomach, “you’re really pregnant?”

you nod tearfully, “sue knows. she was with me when i did the test.”

johnny wraps his arms around your waist and dips down as if to kiss you, but you stop him with a hand to his chest.

“as much as i want you to kiss me, i did just vomit everywhere.”

he chuckles, instead opting to press a kiss to your forehead, “okay. we’ll save that for later.”

“so, we’re really doing this?” you ask, looking up into his pretty eyes.

“there isn’t anyone else for me, (y/n). to get to father your child is the biggest honour i could ever receive.”

it takes all your willpower not to kiss him senseless.

[kitkatscabinet]

COULD YOU LOVE A WORM?

feat. johnny storm & platonic wally west

a/n | I had more characters but these are the only ones I’m happy with, not cut out for smau I fear 😔

[twentytomidnight]

For a marvel match up please 🥰

i love laughing and making other people laugh. i love animals and will rescue any that i come across. i'm super introverted until i get to know you just a lil bit and then i won't shut up :) i love anime and silly movies like 21 jump street. i'm quite literally always snacking, i always have snacks. i like staying in but i also love going out even if it's just to hang out with someone while they run errands. i'm very empathetic and i'm also a huge cry baby. happy mad or sad i Will be crying

The crystal ball has found a match for you....

...It's Johnny Storm!

When he literally blazes through the evaporating ether in a startling blaze of light, you can't help but let your eyes draw wider, your mouth drop open at the literally smoldering, golden god that touches down before you.

"Hey," He greets in a very self-assured (though no less attractive) voice, "I'm Johnny. You must be the match the crystal set me up with."

As he touches down, you watch as the fire continues to dissipate into the air, vanishing into nothing. As you take in the human that's revealed under the wall of steam that hisses off of his body, you can't help but feel like you like the face under all the pomp and circumstance even more.

"Looks like the crystal ball knows how to pick 'em," He laughs, and when he holds out his hand to yours, you can't help but admire how warm it is, "Pairing two lookers like us together."

You can't resist the heat that slinks under your cheeks at this statement, giving him a shy smile that only makes his grow.

"I think I know just what we should do together, honey," He gives you a roguish smile, "Now how about I show you how a Storm has a good time?"

You take his hand and let yourself be literally swept away.

The crystal ball has spoken...

[cosmicwgrl]

interview

johnny storm (2025) x fem!reader

summary: he puts every touch of private life at stake

warnings: none

word count: 1.0k

now listening... mosquito by pink pantheress

a/n: i have an obsession with johnny storm as you can see...

“THE HOTTEST ISSUE EVER!”

Funny.

You smiled at the sight. There he was on the cover of the magazine, Johnny Storm, wearing a beige sweater and a pose that he wouldn’t naturally come up with in a million years. You couldn’t count how many photoshoots he’d done for the past four years as one of the most famous superheroes on Earth, but plenty of them were of this sort. Magazines with young women as target audience. You liked that, even if you were with him and had been for a while now, there was something strangely intimate about having the domestic version of the man every girl wanted.

A couple pages went by, and your brow furrowed in amusement as one of the titles in black, bold letters cited “Johnny talks from his heart”. Of course. None of those magazines let the chance fly by. 

Your nose scrunched as you read the article. Some of the descriptions were vague. “My ideal date is something spontaneous. A surprise picnic or a drive with the top down.” Cute. But some others were oddly specific. A certain kind of eye color, a certain kind of hair texture. And all of them resembled yours. Even the attitude of his ideal woman sounded like yours.

A dinging sound emerged from the elevator. Speaking of the Devil. Johnny walked in wearing the leather jacket he kept stored in the back of his closet until the leaves started falling from the trees. With that laid back strut he’d made his trademark, and spinning the keys in his hand, he walked towards the kitchen. You heard HERBIE’s beeping when your boyfriend patted his head.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted you, as he opened a cabinet and took out a box of cereal. “What are you up to?”

You hid your lips. You didn’t know what to think. But you couldn’t lie to him. Not while the magazine was open in your lap.

“Reading your interview,” you replied, not looking away from the pages.

He paused for a moment, glimpsing back over his shoulder to spot the said magazine in your legs. But something was off. You weren’t looking at him. Were you angry? 

“Oh, yeah?” he deflected. “Yeah, they asked me a bunch of silly questions, like what kind of girl I’m into and that jazz. Same old.”

You scoffed quietly to yourself. He was just shameless. How could he try to brush this off? It was cute, though, thinking he could charm his way out of this one. 

“... I was reading just that.”

Slowly, you rose from the couch and approached the kitchen aisle where he had poured the bare cereals into a bowl, holding the magazine up in front of you as if you were about to recite a Shakespearean play to him.

“My type? I like a woman who can put up a fight. Tall, gorgeous, and hair that begs to be played with. But that’s me being specific. I would like someone who won’t let me do stupid things and will take care of me.” 

You finished reading and turned to him, who was mindlessly leaning against the counter and attacking the cereals like he had been starved for the past twenty years. You didn’t say anything about how that description resembled your personality. You also didn't say anything about how he was brutally pretending like you weren't there.

“At first it was okay, you know? But immediately after this, you listed physical traits that sound oddly familiar,” you said, turning the pages to look for it. You then slammed the open magazine next to his bowl of cereal so he wouldn’t play dumb. “At least to me.”

He leaned over the paper. You weren’t lying. He happened to mention hair, eye colors, height. Even accessories he liked in a girl? Jesus Christ. He might as well just said “Yeah so my ideal type is the woman I’m actually dating, who lives at Baxter by the way. And is Reed’s helper. Yeah, she’s gorgeous.”

Strangely, though, you saw him smile. You shut the magazine closed, only to spot his smile on the cover too. You looked away, a little pissed now.

“What?” He asked, facing you with an amused expression.

You crossed your arms. “Oh nothing, just you casually putting out there that we’re dating.”

His eyes widened, and so did his mischievous grin, that just begged to be slapped away sometimes. 

“I mean, I didn’t know you were going to read that,” he shrugged, visibly holding back his laugh. “But come on, it’s not like everyone knows you. I was subtle… ish.”

That smile of his slowly vanished a little when you didn’t loosen up. He sighed, leaving his cereal behind and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You didn’t resist. Instead you just stared at him, asking silently for an explanation. Or at least, that he admitted what a stupid thing that had been.

“Are you angry?”

You paused. “No, I’m not angry, I just think it’s reckless of you, Johnny. We said we would keep it private.”

“You know me, I physically can’t play by the rules,” he said, shrugging. “Besides, it’s fun, you know? I like casually putting things out there because no one will see it coming. I’m a spontaneous guy, baby.”

“... I don’t doubt that.”

He smiled softly, one of his hands cupping your cheek and tenderly sliding down towards one side of your neck. His thumb brushed along your jaw as he gazed at you with eyes full of affection. It was cute, you thought, how smitten he looked right now. 

It was pointless. You couldn’t stay mad at him.

“I’m crazy for you. Completely gone,” he mumbled, breaking the silence. “You can’t blame me for wanting to scream it to the world.”

“Are you asking me to let you make it public?”

Your question was so sudden he visibly stopped breathing for a second, before ducking his head in disappointment. You giggled.

“Damn, I thought I was winning you over,” he sighed. “I just… being with you feels so right. It’s like there would be no downsides in this, no matter if we keep it a secret or if we make it public.”

“Yeah, you keep trying, hotshot” you teased him, seeing right through his poetic declarations of love and sneaking a kiss to his cheek.

[ponzuyu]

Summer cuddles!

Johnny Storm x Reader

summary: new york summer nights are hot, but your bf johnny absolutely insists on cuddling

tags/warnings: one slightly suggestive comment, fluff, established relationship, short oneshot, VERY unserious johnny, overall a goofy fic

word count: 686

Before he met you, Johnny considered himself impartial to the seasons. Fall? He loves taking Franklin outdoors to see who can find the crunchiest leaf. Spring? Allergies suck, but the flowers always turn out beautiful. Makes for good golfing weather, too.

But now, as the weather shifts from the comfortable warmth of springtime to the unbearable heat of summer, he finds himself absolutely loathing the season.

Not that he minds the hot temperatures himself. He’s the Human Torch! He’s practically immune to drastic conditions. 

No, it’s you that created his hatred for summer. Your unwillingness to be physically close to him at night, specifically. 

“Johnny stop. I’m being so serious,” you say, shoving his face away, desperate to escape his stifling embrace and position yourself closer to the meager air blowing from the fan. The amount of relief the small thing provides is abysmal, but it’s better than nothing. You would think the tech savvy Baxter Building, with mega genius Reed Richards inside, would have working AC.

But no. It broke in the middle of the night, and it’s the one day Reed didn’t stay up late in his lab to work on his next invention. And to top it all off, The Human Torch Heater is your boyfriend. 

And thus, you’re trapped by a tangled mess of limbs that remains stubbornly attached to your side, absolutely melting onto Johnny's expensive sheets.

“Nonono babe please I really need to cuddle with you,” he pouts. Johnny tightens his grip on you as if to reinforce his point, which only makes you wiggle in protest.

You almost crack a smile at his desperation, but the fact that you’re overheating to the point that you can’t fall asleep is currently outweighing your sympathy for your boyfriend.

“Johnny,” you sigh, “the room feels like a freaking furnace, and being stuck to you is only making it worse.”

“It’s not my fault I run hot.”

“I know it’s not, but I’m dying right now!! We’ve already opened windows and turned on this bummy fan. And I’m in shorts and a tank top. What more can I do?”

A playful smirk replaces his pitiful one. “Have I ever told you that you look good in everything? Including… nothing? Maybe that would solve your issue.”

You scoff and swat at him. “Unbelievable.”

He catches your wrist before it can land a blow. “The only unbelievable thing here is your lack of love for your own boyfriend.” He rolls over and crosses his arms, huffing with an excessive amount of drama.

You sit up in bed, simply watching his theatrical performance with an unamused expression.

He glances back at you out of the corner of his eye and immediately turns back around when he caught your unimpressed gaze.

You exhale, “you done?”

“It’s so lonely… and cold…”

“Right. Because summertime is just so cold.”

He clutches his heart dramatically and twists his expression into a pained one. “It’s cold right here..! My heart will cease to beat without your embrace.”

“I think my heart will cease to beat with your embrace,” you shot back.

Suddenly, he turns to you with a triumphant expression.

“Oh no,” you say, examining his face in the dark bedroom. “What’s that look for.”

“If we cuddle now, you get unlimited, exclusive, Johnny Storm cuddle time during the winter.”

You bite your cheek, thinking hard. Winters might be even worse than summers. You reminisce on just a couple years ago, when you prayed the tiny heater in your apartment would last you through the frigid night.

You lay down, dragging your hands down your face. “Fiiiine,” you groan. You open your arms to him, and Johnny practically teleports into your embrace. You’re immediately enveloped in warmth again, but thinking about the cold winter months makes you feel slightly better. Slightly.

Johnny slowly curls his fingers into your hair while the other runs down your back. He rubs his fingers in methodic circles, eliciting a soft hum from you.

“Not so bad, is it?” he whispers.

“I hate you.”

He just chuckles, pleased that he got his way. “Love you too.”

A/N: heyy! been a while! school genuinely killed me BUT it’s summer now, so i'm hoping i’ll write a lot more the next couple months! perhaps something for ryland grace?? project hail mary has consumed me… and i fear i've been infected with the ryan gosling is hot virus. so now i’m watching his whole discography (and maybe some writing for his other characters will soon follow?) ALSO x-men 97 season 2 and spiderman brand new day are coming!! summer boutta be so peak

constructive criticism and requests are always welcome!