Summary: Johnny and you are spending a weekend snowed in…
Pairing: Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four) x Reader
Warnings: Bad Language, Adult situations, Smut (NSFW, 18+)
W/C: 1.4k
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25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist
Day 4: Bryce Langley (Fierce People)
Upstate New York was filled with snow as the Christmas holiday drew near. You were nestled in a blanket, watching as a fresh coat fell outside while a fire burned beside you, a Hot Toddy in your hands, which was more hot than toddy, truth be told.
"I really can't stay...Baby it's cold outside...I gotta go away....Baby it's cold outside...This evening has been so very nice...I'll hold your hands they're just like ice."
The sounds of your boyfriend softly singing and humming the catchy Christmas classic as he moved about the kitchen shocked you.
The ever suave Johnny Storm wasn't necessarily the romantic type. Not in the way you were seeing him now. And even after a few years, it still caught you off guard.
“You know, that song is actually kinda creepy and pervy.” You watched as Johnny flipped his hand, a small ball of flames leaving his palm and landing in the fire, sending it roaring.
"Exactly," he sniggered.
And there he was.
You rolled your eyes as he flopped down beside you, taking a pull from his beer.
"So," he propped his feet up on the coffee table, "dinner, check, drinks, check, what's next, baby?"
“To be honest, I’m just enjoying the quiet,” you snuggled into him a little. “It’s been a while since we got time to ourselves like this.”
"Saving the world does take its toll," he sighed contently.
“You know, if your head got any bigger, you won’t be able to fit through the door.”
“Well, then we’d be stuck in here, alone….” he looked at you, “I see no problems with that scenario.”
“No, you’d be stuck here.” You grinned, “I’d be free to leave.”
"Nope. I'll melt the door handles. You're my hostage."
“I’d call Sue.”
“You wouldn’t!” He spoke in a mock-horrified voice.
"Try me," you smirked.
"You, Miss Y/L/N are naughty," he plucked your mug from your hands and set it on the table next to his bottle of Peroni.
“Well, you’d know all about naughty, wouldn’t you, Torch?” You teased as he shuffled closer.
Johnny smirked, "Gettin' coal in my stocking for years." He bumped his nose against yours.
“Yeah, what you expecting this year?”
"You, under the tree, naked, preferably a bow around your little, tight ass."
“Smooth,” you laughed as his lips pecked yours.
He winked. "What do you say to finishing the night naked, in the hot tub?"
"Have you looked at the blizzard outside?"
"Uh, Human Torch," he pointed to himself.
“Fair point,” you chuckled, “okay, hot stuff, you’re on!"
He grinned, "yes!" He pumped his fist in the air. He gave you a deep but swift kiss and bounced from the couch to the covered back deck where the hot tub sat. He pulled the cover off and then frowned. There was no steam rising from it. His eyes flicked to the temperature gage and he gave a groan. It wasn’t even warm, let alone hot.
He took a moment to fiddle with the controls, the jets worked, the circulator worked but the coils weren't shifting on, a flashing flame on the screen of the panel taunted him.
And then, he smirked to himself. “Human fucking torch.”
In a flash he was out of his clothes and in the cold water, his body a bright orange as he rapidly heated the water, watching the temperature on the panel rise. When it was to a suitable and comfortable temp for you, he maintained the heat but lost his glow. This was around the same time you came out in your fleece robe and snow boots.
His eyes watched as you walked towards him, pausing at the side of the tub.
You kicked the snow boots off and untied that belt around your waist, the fleece slipping from your shoulders and down your arms, dropping to the decking.
Johnny’s eyes started at your feet and scanned their way up your body, goosebumps erupting over your flesh from both the freezing cold air and the intensity of his gaze.
“Baby, hop in, you’ll catch a chill.” He popped a brow as his eyes locked onto yours.
You toed the water, a bite to your flesh as your skin turned pink from the heat.
Stepping in, you slipped down into the water and slid next to him. A contented groan left your mouth as you allowed yourself to relax, snuggling into Johnny’s side.
"You're so beautiful." He whispered into your ear, his lips at that spot behind your ear.
“Charmer,” you sighed, your eyes fluttering shut.
"Baby, you know I'm a charmer, but you really are beautiful."
“And here’s me thinking you loved me for my personality.”
"Your personality," Johnny kissed over your jaw, "your beauty," he kissed down your neck, "your mind," over your collarbone, "your ability to put up with my arrogant ass."
“Hmm,” your head rolled back a little and you bit your lip, before you moved to look him straight in the eyes, “our baby best turn out like me because I’m not sure I could cope with two arrogant assholes.”
"Our baby?" He squeaked.
You nodded, reaching for his hand under the water. You gently moved it over so his fingers splayed over your belly. “I found out two days ago, I wanted to surprise you on Christmas morning…but I couldn’t wait any longer. I know we said we were gonna wait till a little longer but…”
Johnny's jaw dropped, "Babe, I gave you a drink," he shuddered, "and, shit, get out! Too hot, too hot!"
You chuckled, “will you relax? I tipped most of that drink away and as for being too hot, it’s half you. Probably be throwing fireballs around in my womb. Besides, if I keep it to under ten minutes, I will be fine. I googled.”
"Fuck, I'm... I'm gonna be a dad!" Johnny was surely shocked.
You let him absorb the news, sitting back in the water as he processed it. You watched as his eyes watered and his mind turned.
He pulled you into his lap with a choked sob, "thank you."
“I love you,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips, “now turn the heat down just a smidge.”
“What? How did-“
“Reed told me it was broken before we came out here.” You popped a shoulder, “thought it would be funny watching you try and figure it out. I’m impressed, only took you five minutes before you realised you could do it yourself.”
He dropped the temp down a few degrees. "I'm gonna marry you, I'm gonna be a dad, you've changed my life, Y/N."
"Slow down, Storm. Let's enjoy this for a bit before you jump the gun."
Johnny looked at you for a second, before his lips met yours in a soft kiss.
Before long that mouth trailed a path down your neck, lavishing affection on the breasts which would soon enough be nursing his baby. The thought was enough to have him rock hard.
"Is it safe... To you know...."
You sighed, "yes, it’s safe."
“Good, because I’m really fuckin horny.”
"Me too," you purred, scratching at the buzz cut hair.
“Ten minutes you say?”
“More like nine now…”
“Give me five.”
Before long, he was stuffed deep inside of you as you rode him slowly, his hands on your spine pulling you close. It wasn't rough or hard, it was slow and soft, deep, passionate. His lips never left your skin, tongue laving, kiss deep.
It was making love with more than a deeper purpose. Still, he had you worked up in a ridiculously short time. You felt the familiar tightening in your belly as you neared your release.
"Johnny...." you rasped.
“Yeah, honey, come on…”
"Oh yeah.... Yeah..." your body tensed and squeezed as that coil snapped, "yes....." you came with a hiss.
A few thrusts later, Johnny followed you, a groan of your name leaving his lips as he sagged down into the water a little more.
"Fuck, I love you, my baby mama."
You chuckled a little as you peppered his face with soft kisses. “Love you too, but I really should get out now. Meet me in the bedroom?”
"Oh definitely," he nipped at your bottom jaw.
He stood, making sure you got out okay before he sat back down, his hands running over his face, a dopey grin on his features. He turned to see you give him a coy smile as you walked back inside.
Little did you know he had a surprise of his own. A delicate but showy diamond nestled inside a velvet box hidden within a sock.
He too had been waiting for Christmas morning but…
Gingerbread Delights, Ransom's New Favorite Cookies
Summary- 2.7k Ransom x Kitten. The Christmas season is upon them and one of your favorite times of the year. Ransom though... not so much. But your baked goods might just change his mind.
Warnings- Smut. This is an 18+ Only blog.
A/N- So I wrote this last year before I decided to make Ransom x Kitten a thing. It will be set further in their future. I wasn't going to originally post, but I really wanted to post something for the holiday season. This is also my entry for @what-is-your-plan-today 25 Days of CHRIS-mas. Divider made by @firefly-graphics Thank you so much for reading, Happy Holidays.
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Ransom could only begin to guess what he would be walking into while he made his way up the steps to his front door. It was Christmas after all and you were in full holiday mode. With one of the holidays he hated the most. He tolerated Halloween because of the parties you loved dragging him to, dressing up in some outfit and halfway through the night you would both be drunk, peeling each other out of it.
Thanksgiving was a joke, one he tolerated for Harlan but you would be right at his side the whole time while with his family, effectively distracting him from the shit show that usually happened with naughty whispers in his ear and teasing him with your hand under the table till he couldn't stand it and announced you two were leaving early.
But Christmas you took to heart, the whole thing. The tree and decorations, watching the ridiculous feel good movies till his brain felt numb from the whole bullshit Christmas cheer, you would play the songs over and over till he would have to escape to his home office to get away from them, and after all of it, he didn't have it in him to completely say no to you about it. It was just a month after all, he could tolerate a month of nonsense to keep his Kitten happy, right? Fuck was it hard, probably the most selfless thing hes ever had to do.
But you were worth it, so what was he gonna do but grin and bear it.
Going inside, Ransom shrugged off his tan jacket and unwrapped his scarf once stepping inside the house, stomping his boots off for a moment while calling out. “Y/N? Are you here yet?” Tilting his head to listen while taking his boots off and sure to put them on the racks you had placed in the entrance way, he tossed his jacket into the nearby closet while following the sound of Christmas music towards his kitchen. Arching a brow, he folded his arms across his chest while leaning against the entrance frame, smirking at the little domestic scene before him.
You had the island scattered with ingredients, rolling pin diligently rolling back and forth before you tossed a spattering of flour against the dough to keep it from sticking. “Well look at this, when did you become a sweet little housewife for me?” He snickered as he pushed from the woodwork and went towards the other side of the kitchen to make himself a drink now that he was home for the evening.
“In your dreams Hugh.” You said cheerily that rewarded you with a warning over his glass of scotch.
“Watch it Kitten. It would be easy enough to change that tune of yours.”
You weren’t too worried as you picked up your cookie cutter and started to cut out the shapes to slide onto a cookie sheet, taking a peek at Ransom. The tops of his cheeks were still a bright pink cause of the cold outside, his hair damp where the falling snow had melted since he came inside. The gold of his pinkie ring glimmered from the bright overhead lights as his hand twirled the glass in his hand. You softened a bit towards him, considering he had yet to make a remark about the state you had his kitchen in. “Thought I would do something nice, it is the holiday after all.” You hummed at him playfully, reshaping the dough together to roll it back out.
Ransom glanced down at the shapes and snorted with a smirk. “Kitten, what are they supposed to be?” He reached to grasp one of the oddly shaped cutters, trying to make some sense of the shape.
“Gingerbread people Ransom.” You slid another cookie on the tray while reaching over to grasp your cookie cutter from him before he could study it to closely. Ransom folded his arms across his chest, watching you ever so diligent knead the dough back together.
“I know this is more your thing, cause you like all this crafty crap.” He leaned forward to dip a finger in one of the bowls of frosting you had pre made. “I will be fucking damned if this is a person shaped.” Smirking at you as you moved the bowl of frosting out of his reach, flashing your own knowing grin at him with a stick out of your tongue.
“Trust me, they are.” You spin with the tray of dough to stick into the oven while Ransom circled the island where you had your decorations spread out. The audacity of the man, he dipped his finger back in your frosting to lick his fingertip.
“Mmh, nice and sweet.” he sucks off the tip while you set the timer on the oven.
“You better not be eating my frosting, it's important for the cookies.” You threaten while he bluntly does it again without hesitation, and you twist to push him away before he can get another swipe and you would have to make another batch.
“But its fucking good and I can think of a better way to use it.” He grinned as you continued to push him backwards towards the exit of the kitchen. His hands danced at your apron, going to pluck the tie loose but you thwarted his wandering hands.
“Don’t you have a zoom meeting now?” you caught his hands from behind you and he easily turned it around to wrap his hands around your wrists and backed you into the wall, sweet sugared lips pressed to yours. Darts of his tongue slid against yours and you fought against it teasing for a moment, knowing that he wanted you to open to him. Nips of teeth and a pull at your mouth finally had you giving into him, curling your fingers in his soft sweater that hid the hard planes of his chest from sight but you could feel them under your palm.
Just as you were getting into the moment, your tongue pressing against his in that addictive taste mixing with your frosting, feeling your heart start to pick up and the heavy warmth blossoming in your lower belly, he yanked away.
“Yup, you're right Kitten. I do.” One final grind against you just to be a pain in the ass, he let you go and walked out the kitchen, laughing as you flipped him off while straightening your apron he had managed to wrinkle up around your hips.
“He’s such a pain in the ass.” You muttered to yourself while going back into the kitchen to check on your cookies, hearing the click of his office door where he shut himself in.
After the cookies baked and cooled, you were careful to follow a picture you had found on pintrest to recreate the gingerbread people. The crispy gingerbread had come out even better than you expected. You slid some onto a Christmas plate, and sang “Santa Baby hurry down my chimney tonight” to yourself while untying the apron. Now to the last part of your little cookie surprise.
Ransom had been half paying attention to his zoom call. He had been focused at the beginning on how enthusiastic the editor had been with Harlan's new book and release date. But he was over it now, he knew it would be a success, that they had to start pumping out copies in the new year. Yada Yada Yada, these fuckers sure knew how to drone on and on. “Listen, I assure you that we're all on the same page with this sh- stuff. Is there anything else we need to cover?” He barely caught himself, trying to be respectful for Harlan’s sake. Walt, who was on one of the screens, gave him a warning look, which Ransom promptly smirked back at him.
“Of course Mr. Drysdale, we are almost finished.” one of the women assured Ransom, which he had to admit being called Mr.Drysdale in a business setting made him feel a bit smug. Especially since Walt has basically been ignored the entire time.
A soft rap on his door drew his attention away from the screen and Ransom hit the mute button on his laptop.
“I got it on mute Kitten, come on in.” He leaned back in his chair to look around the laptop to see you let yourself into the office, his cream-white sweater pooling around your bare thighs and Ransom gave a knowing look while dragging his fingers over his lips. Red and white Christmas stockings adorned your feet and in your hands was a tray he was assuming was your cookies from before. “Got something for me Kitten?”
You paused while on the other side of his desk, keeping the tray slightly out of sight for a moment. “Are you able to step away from your meeting?” You question in a manner that you knew would make Ransom curious. True to your suspicions, Ransom held up a finger for just a moment before he turned back to his laptop to hit the unmute button. You stepped away while the drone of voices filled the room.
“Alright, I think we covered everything” Ransom raised his voice slightly, cutting Walt effectively off, which made this even more satisfying for the both of you. From across the desk, you could see the way Ransom’s eyes flashed and a tug at the corner of his mouth, that he was pleased with the way his uncle must have reacted. You readjusted your cookies for a moment before picking the one you knew Ransom would enjoy.
After their business contacts disconnected, you could hear Walt's voice get high-pitched at Ransom, obviously angry at your boyfriend. Grinning you made your way over back towards the desk, Ransom beckoning you to join him on the other side.
“I have other important matters to attend to right now Walt. So… Eat Shit.” Ransom told Walt off while pulling you into his lap, Walt's gaze darkening when he saw you.
“Ranso-” and that is when Ransom effectively snapped his laptop shut with a cocky laugh, his hands sliding along the inside of your bare thighs.
“That never gets old… Now, what do you have?” He questioned your cookie in your hand and you held it up to see now what you actually were making earlier.
You held up the gingerbread cookie, depicting two gingerbread people in a naughty act that had Ransom tipping his head back with a laugh now that you had the frosting all edged out, showing him the deed they were locked into.
“These were what the fucking cookie cutters were?” He plucked the cookie from your hand and bit off one of the heads.
You gave your own giggles with a nod. “I saw them online and had them shipped overnight because fuck I just wanted them.” You snapped off a leg and slipped it between your lips to chew slowly. Ransom seemed to enjoy it, the darts of his tongue clearing cookie crumbles from his bottom lip. He tossed the remaining part of the cookie on his desk, moving suddenly to a stand while making you go with him.
“They are good Kitten. But I see something I want more.” His hands dug into your hips under his shirt, grinding your ass against him. “Your cookie put that image in my mind. You just bent right over my desk.” His hand pressed against your back between your shoulder blades and you sprawled forward against the clutter of papers and pens.
“It’s been on my mind the whole time I was icing them. Which I barely had enough after you ate part of it.” You purred out now, getting the exact reaction you wanted from him. You could feel Ransom push the sweater to bunch around your hip, your bare ass on display for him which he slid a hand over the curve, and then dipped between your thighs to trace those soft petals while he kissed on your neck with precise knowledge of how to turn you on.
“I still stand on what I said earlier about using that frosting on something other than cookies.” He kept stroking you till you were withering under him, pushing back slightly to rock your hips when his fingers stretched you open. “Baking cookies and then coming in here looking all like a fucking snack yourself.” Your eyes rolled up as he curled his fingers, knowing where that sweet spot was and you started flexing around him,
“Ransom, you are going to make me cum if you keep that up.” you pressed your forehead against the desk, clutching your fingers around the edge to go white-knuckled.
“Do what you want to, but I'm still fucking this pussy afterward.” He informed you while speeding his fingers in you, making you arch your back further and wail softly against the cherry wood top desk when his thumb started to press and circle your clit. The rush was tingling racing up your spine and warmth spread through you to make you sigh in satisfaction. “We’re not done yet, Kitten.”
And you felt him grind in behind you, the telltale zip of his pants and the clank of his buckle. He leaned over against your back, his hand picking up the cookie and stuffing it in your mouth.
“This is to keep you quiet, Kitten.”
Keep you quiet indeed. You would forever think of Ransom pounding into you from behind with the future gingerbread cookies you would let grace your tongue in the future. The sweet spiciness would mimic the flare of arousal blossoming in your stomach while your hips were slammed into the desk, slaps of skin and Ransom grasping his hand around your neck to pull your head back, so he could watch you when you started to come undone. When you did, those flutters in your stomach broke to flood your system with bliss, your eyes rolled back and your jaw dropped. Ransom smirked as he dragged out your orgasm with twists of his fingers against your clit and taunting praises. “Ahh no Kitten, you gave it to me so fucking easy. Just aching for this pussy to be filled with cock, weren't you.”
You couldn't do anything other than mewl your agreement that in fact, that was exactly what you had wanted. Ransom turned sloppy behind you, trying to reach his own ending and when he did, he leaned himself over your back, hot breaths from behind clenched teeth had him hissing when he ground against your ass once more, pumping his seed into you till you were dripping with him.
“Let's go see what other cookies you have for us Kitten.”
It was late into the night when you finally fell into bed exhausted only for you to wake up later to find Ransom missing from bed. Curious as to why how he wasn't as tired as you were made you unwrap the tangled sheet from around you and seek out a piece of clothing to cover you while you went wandering out of the bedroom to go seek Ransom out. Down the stairs, you went to find the kitchen light on. Peeking your head in, you bit your lip to suppress a giggle. Before you Ransom had his hand in the cookie jar, already chewing what looked to be the last bite of one gingerbread couple and going for a second one.
“I just caught someone with their hand in the cookie jar.” You teased and he looked up first in surprise, the flop of his hair out of place bouncing in front of his eyes. But you weren't fooled, not the way they glinted behind his bangs and his smile turned upright almost smirking at being caught.
“Going for the next cookie I'm using on you.” He started and your eyes widened as he pulled out another, this time legs wrapped around the other's waist.
“You are not at all tired?” You accused, starting to count on your fingers the different cookies you two tried out today.
Ransom grinned wickedly as he bit off the head of one gingerbread man. “Not in the slightest.” He started stalking towards you and you gave a squeal, turning to race back up the stairs, Ransom following right behind you, stuffing the rest of your cookie in his mouth.
A/N: MERRY CHRIS(T)MAS!!!!! This is for @wiypt-writes 25 days of Chris-mas! Day 25! dividers made by @firefly-graphics
Summary: When your car breaks down, an unlikely hero comes to your rescue.
Word Count: 5.4k (Go big or go home right?)
Warnings: Swearing, a shit ton of cosy fluff.
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You wanted to curse at multiple things. You wanted to curse the weatherman who said there was no snow predicted. You wanted to curse at your stupid hunk of piece of shit car that sounded like it was choking on something. You also wanted to curse yourself for thinking you could drive all the way to Boston this close to Christmas.
The snow was coming down harder and harder, you considered finding a motel or something and waiting it out, but you had no clue where the next one was. Plus your decision was made when your car coughed one last time before completely dying.
“Fuck” you curse hitting the steering wheel.
You pull your coat around you tighter as you stepped out of the car and popped the hood. You stared down at the engine expecting something to be obviously wrong but it looked fine. Grumbling to yourself you moved back to the door so you could grab your phone. However just as you unlocked it the phone died.
“Oh come on not now” you complain out loud trying desperately to get it turn back on.
You dropped your shoulders in defeat as you looked around for any indication as to where you were. There wasn’t much around at all, you guessed one of the side roads could lead to a house or something but there was no guarantee. Plus you had no clue whether the people living there would help or if they were murderers or something.
The more you tried to think of what to do the more stressed you got. You were stranded in a place you didn’t recognise all alone with no way to contact help. You bit your lip to stop it from trembling from the cold and as the tears built up in your eyes.
“Hey you okay?” You heard someone call out making you jump in surprise.
You turn around to see a large man bundled up in a coat, scarf and hat walking over with his dog.
“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you, is your car alright?” The guy says holding his hands up.
“Yeah, well no, it’s died and I have no clue what I’m doing” you admit sniffling slightly dropping your head so he didn’t see you cry.
“Hey its alright, let me have a look” he smiles reassuringly passing you the leash before having a closer look at your car.
While he had a look you took the opportunity to wipe away your tears, chuckling gently when his dog gently nudged your leg. You smiled down at the pup stroking its head, as you did so you began to realise you recognised the dog. Glancing back up at the man you realised your suspicions were correct.
“Shit” you mutter making him look back over at you.
“Everything okay?” He asks glancing up and down at you.
“Yeah sorry, I just um realised who you are” you explain feeling heat rising to your cheeks.
He smiles bashfully before standing back up straight “not expecting Captain America to come to your rescue” Chris chuckles brushing his hands on his coat.
“Nope, but at least I know you aren’t gonna murder me” you say making him laugh.
“No I think my publicist would kill me, do you have someone you could call? I don’t think this can be fixed easily without a proper mechanic” Chris says shoving his hands in his pockets.
“No my phone died and I don’t have any numbers memorised” you sigh shaking your head.
“Okay well I can’t in good conscience leave you out here especially since the snow seems to be getting worse, so my house is just up there you can charge your phone and get out of the cold” Chris says nodding to the road behind him.
“No I can’t ask you to do that” you say shaking your head.
“Its fine honestly, plus you never know the next guy that comes along might actually be a serial killer” Chris jokes making you laugh.
“Okay fine, let me just grab my bag” you smile moving to the trunk grabbing your bag while Chris closed the bonnet.
“Let me take that” Chris offers taking the bag from your hand.
“Thank you” you smile following him up the road to his house.
As he opened up the front door he gestured for you to go first. As you stepped inside you were instantly hut with the homely feeling his house had. It was all nicely decorated for Christmas making it feel even more cosier. You shook off the snow and took off your coat and shoes before rubbing your hands together to try and warm up.
“I’ll put your phone on charge if you want, why don’t you go have a shower or something to warm up? Don’t want you catching a cold or something” Chris suggests nodding down to your phone.
“Are you sure, I don’t want to impose or anything” you tell him making him smile.
“You’re not imposing, I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t okay with it” Chris chuckles “its fine, head upstairs and its the second door on the left”
“Thank you” you smile passing him your phone before heading upstairs to the guest room Chris directed you too.
Once you were showered you stepped outside of the bathroom to change back into your clothes to find a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie that weren’t there before. Walking over you could see there was no note at all, you weren’t sure if Chris had left them out for you or not, but why else would they be there?
Slipping them on you felt instantly ten times warmer and cosier. You couldn’t help but give them a quick sniff smiling at the comforting woodsy smell it had. When you walked back downstairs Dodger came running over begging for attention jumping up at you.
“Dodger down, sorry about that” Chris apologises.
“It’s fine you’re just excited aren’t you?” You smile scratching dodger behind the ear.
“I was just making some hot chocolate do you want some?” Chris asks pointing over his shoulder towards the kitchen.
“Yeah sure sounds lovely” you smile following him into the kitchen.
You sit down at the island watching as he returns back to the pot on the hob turning the heat back up. He then grabs some chunks of chocolate and adds then to the heated milk.
“Ah so you make it the proper way” you comment making him smile back at you.
“Of course, don’t get me wrong the powdered stuff can be nice but it’ll never beat this” Chris smiles pointing to the pot.
“So where were you headed?” Chris then asks.
“Back to my family in Boston for the holidays” you explain sitting forward so you could lean on the counter.
“Ah nice, they live in the city?” Chris asks as he grabs a couple mugs.
“Yeah kinda wish they didn’t though, my car might have made it then” you say making Chris chuckle.
“Well you picked a good place to break down in my opinion, and good timing because the snow is only getting worse” Chris says nodding to the window.
You look outside to see the wind had picked up and the snow was falling incredibly heavy. It was verging on snowstorm, and it was getting dark too.
“Shit, no mechanic or taxi is gonna wanna drive in that” you mutter realising you were definitely stranded now.
“Its fine you can stay the night, once your phone is charged enough you can let you folks know and then sort a taxi for you in the morning” Chris says passing you your mug of hot chocolate.
“No I can’t do that, you’ve already done so much already” you say shaking your head.
“You’re making me sound like a broken record, its fine!” Chris chuckles taking a sip of his hot chocolate.
“But-“ you say going to argue but he interrupts.
“But nothing plus unless you’re planning on walking to the nearest motel which isn’t another 20 minutes by car, you’re kinda stuck here” Chris chuckles.
“Thank you, you’re being so kind, you don’t have to do any of this” you smile shaking your head.
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to, and I would be a terrible human being if I just left you there, especially since you seemed to be getting upset” Chris says making you smile bashfully.
“I’m still gonna say thank you” you smirk taking a sip of your hot chocolate “oh my god that’s the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had” you exclaim making Chris laugh.
“Thanks, c’mon lets go sit in the lounge and I’ll get the fire going” Chris smiles nodding towards the living room.
“Nice cosy snow day” you comment as you follow him in, making him chuckle.
“So are your parents from Boston?” Chris asks as he lights the fire.
“No Connecticut, they moved a couple months back it’s my first time visiting and thought a drive would be nice, clearly didn’t think it all the way through” you chuckle rolling your eyes at yourself.
“Ah nice, well they couldn’t have moved to a better place in my opinion” Chris smiles proudly as he stands back up and moves to sit opposite you on the couch.
“Yeah they love it, haven’t stopped talking about it” you smile warmly as you thought of your parents.
“What do you do for work?” Chris asks taking a large sip of his drink before setting it down on the coffee table.
“Elementary teacher, 2nd Grade” you tell him setting your mug down next to his.
“Aw nice, kids that age are so awesome” Chris smiles.
“Yeah some of the stuff they come out with is hilarious, its hard to keep a straight face sometimes” you chuckle shaking your head gently.
“What’s the funniest thing you’ve heard?” Chris asks shifting so he was facing your more.
“Okay so this was during recess and one kid told another to act like a pickle and when the kid complained saying pickles can’t talk the first one said ‘exactly’, it was so hard to tell him off and not laugh” you chuckle, smiling as he laughed loudly throwing his head back and slapping his chest.
“Oh god that fucking priceless” Chris laughed shaking his head.
“Have you always- sorry god I feel like I’m interviewing you I know how horrid that is” Chris says interrupting himself.
“No, no it’s fine I don’t mind, I would ask you some but I respect your privacy and I don’t want you to think that I’m digging for information so I can spread it online” you say shaking your head at the idea.
“So you’re not gonna sell the story of me saving you and letting you stay the night to TMZ?” Chris questions with a playful smirk.
“Nope it’s gonna be the secret I take to my grave, plus I don’t think anyone would actually believe me” you smirk back at him.
“Your dirty little secret?” He asks arching a brow.
“Whoa there let’s not get ahead of ourselves” you laugh holding your hands up.
Chris laughs loudly once more making you smile and laugh along, his smile was so unbelievably infectious.
“Okay, okay I have a question” you say once the laughter dies down.
“Shoot” Chris smiles
“If you could talk to anyone in history dead or alive who would it be?” You ask making him hum in thought looking up at the ceiling.
“That’s a good one!” He exclaims shifting in his spot.
“There’s been so many amazing people throughout history, like Amelia Earhart and Martin Luther King Jr, just to talk to them for a few minutes would be awesome, what about you?” Chris asks gesturing with his hands.
“Probably one of the Greek philosophers, I’d love to see what they think of society today and if they think its better or worse” you say shrugging your shoulders slightly.
“Do you think its better?” Chris asks.
“I don’t know, I think we romanticise history a lot especially ancient history and forget how brutal and barbaric it was, it wasn’t perfect, like how it is today but we can only hope to do better because eventually it’ll work” you explain watching as a small smile grows on his face.
“I like your thinking” he smiles.
“Thanks my mind is wasted on 2nd graders” you smirk making him laugh.
“Speaking of kids, wanna watch a Christmas movie?” Chris asks picking up the TV remote.
“Oh yeah, which one are you thinking?” You ask shuffling so you were facing the TV, and also slightly closer to him.
“Miracle on 34th Street?” Chris suggests glancing back over at you,
“Oh a classic!” You agree with a smile “let me just send a text to my parents and I’ll be ready” you say pushing yourself up from the couch.
Once you’d sent a text reassuring your parents that you were fine and that you’ll see them tomorrow you made your way back to the lounge. As you walked in you saw Chris had grabbed a blanket and draped it over the back of the couch. As you sat down you made yourself comfortable tucking your legs underneath you accidentally brushing your knee against his.
“Oh sorry” you apologise quickly feeling heat rush to your cheeks.
“Its fine” he smiles reclining as he hit play on the movie.
As the movie played you tried to focus on it but you were seriously distracted by Chris. Specifically how close he was to you. Yes you had sat down pretty close to him but he must have shuffled closer. It wasn’t like there wasn’t plenty of space on the couch either. You heart hammered in your chest when his arm moved to the back of the couch, behind you.
You tried to not think into it. But god was it hard. This entire scenario felt like something straight out of fanfiction. A poor girl in distress who just happens to be saved by an extremely attractive celebrity. You knew how those ended too. But this was real life, there was no way anything else would happen. Even if you did want something to.
You were so lost in thought that you jumped out of your skin when Dodger started barking at the window. As you jumped you felt Chris’ hand brush against your shoulders as he sat forward.
“Dodger, shush! What you doing?” Chris called out getting dodger to stop.
Dodger runs away from the window and over to you and Chris. He quickly jumps onto the couch setting down so he was laying across both yours and Chris’ laps. Chris shoots you an apologetic look but you just smile warmly as you pat dodger who was clearly enjoying all the attention.
“Does somebody want some attention?” You chuckle as you ruffle Dodger’s fur earning a wag of the tail.
“Yes they do” Chris chuckles lowly as he scratches dodger behind the ear.
You glance over at Chris studying him for a moment. For whatever reason it felt like he wasn’t talking about dodger. He catches your gaze before smiling warmly and looking back over at the TV.
As you turned your attention back to the movie you continue to absentmindedly stroke dodgers fur. You could feel the pup fall asleep on you, clearly enjoying the attention. You were vaguely aware of Chris also stroking dodger but you weren’t aware of how close your hands were getting.
At least not until Chris’ hand gently fell onto yours. You expected him to move away instantly but he didn’t. He kept his hand exactly where it was. Your heart hammered in your chest as you looked from his hand up to his eyes. He was looking over at you, studying you intensely.
“Is this okay?” He asks quietly.
You couldn’t form words even if you wanted to so you just nodded your head in response. The corner of his lips lifted in a small lopsided grin he looked back at the TV weaving his fingers with yours. Leaving you completely stunned and unable to focus on the movie at all. Especially when you felt his thumb gently rub over your skin.
Even though you were completely and utterly freaking out internally, you felt so undeniably relaxed. This whole scenario, your car breaking down, getting stranded in an area you don’t know, having to stay overnight with a stranger should be incredibly stressful. But you didn’t feel stressed at all, you were relaxed as if this was a completely normal day.
Chris ended up holding your hand for the rest of the movie, only dropping it when dodger got off your laps. He gave you a small smile before running his hand through his hair and checking the time.
“We should probably think about dinner soon, I would normally suggest take out but that’s not an option with the storm” Chris says making you chuckle.
“Normally? How often do you rescue girls who’ve broken down on the side of the road?” You smirk making him laugh.
“You’re the first I promise” he smiles over at you warmly.
“Well I’m flattered” you smile back at him.
“C’mon I’ll fix us up something” Chris says patting your knee as he stood up.
“Oh no let me cook! Pay you back for everything you’ve done” you say standing up and following him to the kitchen.
“No I can’t let you do that” Chris smiles dismissing the idea.
“Please, you’ve done so much for me, let me just do this, please… otherwise I’ll just feel bad” you say looking over at him pleadingly.
He sighs dropping his shoulders as he looks back over at you “fine but at least let me help” he concedes making you smile.
“Yes thank you” you smile moving to his fridge to see what he had.
You smile to yourself when you spot he had minced beef and all the veg you needed for spaghetti Bolognese. You grab the items from the fridge putting them on the side.
“Let me guess… Bolognese?” Chris asks as he leans against the counter.
“Yep, I make arguably the best the Bolognese in the world” you grin making him chuckle.
“Well my ma might disagree with you but we’ll see” Chris smiles as he grabs chopping boards and knives.
“I like a challenge, where do you keep your tinned tomatoes?” You ask him pointing round his kitchen.
“Just over in the cupboard” Chris says nodding to the tall cupboard.
You smile opening up the cupboard easily finding the tomatoes and all the other ingredients you needed. When you place them down on the counter Chris raises a brow at your choice of ingredients.
“Marmite?” He asks pointing to the small jar.
“Yep, I wasn’t expecting you to have it but its my secret ingredient” you smirk tapping the top of the jar.
“Alright, so what do you want me to do?” Chris asks looking at all the ingredients.
“Um could you chop the onions for me?” You ask him.
“You just wanna see me cry don’t you” Chris laughs as he grabs the onion and start chopping into it.
“No, but you rescued me from the snow, may as well rescue me from the onion” you smile innocently.
Chris laughs shaking his head continuing to chop and you grab the rest of the veg and start chopping them up. Once all the veg was done you added the onion and garlic to the pan to soften before adding the meat.
As you cooked Chris started to clear up the knives and veg rejects. Whenever he passed you he’d gently touch the small of your back. You tried not to jump when he did it, telling yourself he was just silently letting you know he was behind you. But his kitchen wasn’t small at all, there was plenty of space, he didn’t need to step behind you. but he chose to every single time, and touch your back every time.
“Smells good” Chris comments as he moves to stand beside you.
“Hopefully it’ll taste just as nice, could you cook the spaghetti” you ask glancing up at him.
“Sure” he agrees once again touching your side as passes you.
You mentally scolded yourself trying to get hold of yourself but you don’t get a chance because soon you sense him stood right behind you. You glance up to see him leaning past you to put the pot down and turn the hob on. As he pulls back his eyes catch yours and he smiles warmly and you have to look away before he could see how flustered you were.
You focused on finishing up cooking and serving up instead. You carried the plates over to the table, chris following close behind with a bottle of wine and a couple glasses.
“I thought wine was more appropriate than beer” he says as he put the glasses down
“Sounds good, its not like I’m gonna be driving anywhere tonight” you chuckle as he pours you a serving.
“This does look really good” Chris comments shaking his head as he sits down.
“Scared you’re betraying your mom?” You smirk as you tuck in.
Chris smirks back at you, raising a brow as he starts twirling the spaghetti. You sit there and watch expectantly as he takes his first bite. Smiling when you see his shoulders slump slightly.
“Okay this is really good” he mutters as he continues to eat.
“Better than your mom’s?” You smirk making him glance back over at you.
“Plead the fifth” he smirks making you laugh.
“So you got any fun projects on the horizon?” You ask taking a sip of your wine.
“Yeah, little shops is finally getting going again which is exciting because it feels like years since I signed onto it” Chris tells you.
“You’re playing the dentist aren’t you?” You ask recalling the article you’d read about it.
“Yeah, its gonna be a lot of fun I can already tell” Chris smiles.
“You have to show me your rendition of the dentist song” you smirk making him laugh loudly.
“I’ll need a couple more of these first” he chuckles taking a sip of his wine.
“You won’t be able to be drunk on set” you point out.
“Well everyone was drunk when they made mamma mia so” Chris retorts grinning.
“Touché” you laugh.
Once you and Chris finished eating you picked up both his and your plate. Just as you were about to step away from the table Chris reached out putting a hand on your hip stopping you.
“I’ll sort the dishes” he tells you as he stands up hand still firmly on your hip.
“Its fine I was just gonna rinse them and put them in the dishwasher” you say shaking your head.
“And I’m saying that I’ll do it” Chris smile taking the plates out of your hands “see it as a thank you for cooking a very delicious dinner”
You smile down at the floor bashfully as you felt heat rise to your cheeks. As Chris steps away you turn watching as he goes, the spot on your hip where his hand once was now considerably colder in its absence. Leaving you subconsciously rubbing your arms soothingly as you moved away from the table to lean against the counter.
“Its not too late, wanna watch another movie? Unless you’re tired and wanna get some rest?” Chris suggests once the dishes were done.
“Another movie sounds good” you smile nodding in agreement.
“Great, you go get comfy and I’ll grab our drinks” Chris smiles nodding to the door.
You nod in agreement before heading back out to the living room to see Dodger curled up by the fire. Chris joined you on the couch a few moments later placing the wine glasses down on the coffee table. As he sat down he grabbed the blanket that was on the back of the couch spreading it over both yours and his lap. He then passed you your glass smiling gently as he tapped his against it.
“So what’s your all time favourite Christmas movie?” Chris asks as he picks up the remote.
“Oh that’s a tough one but I think I’d have to go for the grinch” you tell him.
“Okay grinch it is, I have to say its impressive how long Jim was in makeup for, I don’t think I could cope with that” Chris says as he find the movie and hits play.
“Don’t worry nobody would ever dare covering your face up with prosthetics” you say before realising exactly what you said.
Chris smiles warmly over at you, narrowing his eyes slightly with a little tilt of his head. You found it hard to tear your eyes away from his but you eventually did, clearing your throat as you did so. Trying to recover from that look he just gave you. Taking a large sip of your wine to calm yourself.
As the movie played you let yourself get lost in the film sipping away at your wine. Blissfully unaware of how Chris’ focus was nearly solely on you, a small smile playing at his lips as he topped up the wine glasses.
About halfway through the movie though you did happen to glance over at him. Finding him already looking over at you with a warm smile that just made your heart melt. Once again you quickly looked down at your lap bashfully. You had no clue why he was looking at you and you definitely didn’t expect him to then say.
“You’re cute when you’re flustered” he smiles making your heart stop.
“What?” You squeak in surprise before clearing your throat so you didn’t sound so ridiculous “sorry what?” You repeat.
“You’re cute, it’s a compliment” Chris smirks playfully.
You were stunned into silence your mouth opening and shutting as your mind completely short circuited trying to think of what to say. When you realise there was nothing you could say except unintelligible nonsense you slammed your mouth shut.
Chris chuckled gently as he reached out to brush some of your hair out of your face. His finger tips ghosting over your cheek, moving so slow as if to savour the moment. Your eyes met his in disbelief that this was happening, trying to read them for an answer or explanation.
“Are you real?” You whisper barely audible.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Chris asks with a gentle chuckle.
“I don’t know… maybe I actually crashes the car and I’m in a snow drift or in a coma and my brain is making this dream scenario up, or I’m actually dead and in heaven” you say starting to ramble off every other possibility for what was happening right now.
“You’re definitely not dead, or in a coma or something” he says gently as he interrupts your rambling.
“Really?” You ask still uncertain because what? This kinda stuff doesn’t happen in real life!
“I’ll prove it to you” he smiles,
you wonder for a second what he meant by that but you got your answer the next second as you felt his lips gently press against yours. You squeak and jump slightly in surprise but you don’t pull away, instead melting completely into the kiss. You feel his hand cup your cheek tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. When he pulls away far too soon your lips chase after his.
“Believe me now?” He asks lowly, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.
“I don’t know…” you say as you open your eyes finding his staring straight back at you, a smirk then grows on your lips.
“I think I need a bit more convincing” you add with a smirk.
Chris laughs before guiding your lips back to his. You smile into the kiss your hand moving to rest on his chest. His moving to your hip gently pulling you closer until your knees resting across his lap. This time you only parted because of the basic human need to breathe. Both of you smiling warmly at each other. Chris’ arm wrapping around your shoulder as your rested your head on his shoulder.
In Chris’ embrace you felt a whole new level of comfort that you didn’t previously think existed. The events of the day caught up to you and thanks to his calming aura you soon found yourself falling asleep.
You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep for but you woke to Chris’ gently voice and his hand squeezing your shoulder.
“Should probably get you up to bed you’ve had a long day” he smiles gently as you woke back up.
“Yeah probably for the best” you murmur in agreement sitting up with a small yawn.
Chris smiles at you warmly offering you his hand and helping you up from the couch. He keeps hold of you as he leads you up the stairs stopping outside the guest room he directed you to before.
“I’ve left a top for you to sleep in and there’s spare toiletries in the bathroom” he tell you.
“Thank you Chris you’ve really thought of everything” you smile looking up at him.
“It’s nothing, sleep well and I’ll see you in the morning” Chris smiles kissing the top of your head.
You look up at him slightly surprised as he stepped away and started walking towards his bedroom dodger in tow. For a moment you were upset and confused at the distance he was now creating, but when he turned back to you with a warm smile you realise this was him making sure you were comfortable, not pressuring you into anything. Which only made you like him even more.
“Goodnight Chris” you smile.
The next morning was a bit of blur. When you walked downstairs you found Chris walking back in from a walk with dodger. He greeted you with a warm smile before making the two of you breakfast. Since the snow had stopped and the roads had been cleared you called a mechanic to pick up your car and tow it back to Boston. Far too soon it was time for you to go and you hated it.
“Thank you for everything, for saving me, I’ll be eternally grateful” you tell Chris as you got ready to leave.
“It’s nothing I was happy to help and I had fun, it was a nice evening” he smiles looking down slightly.
“Definitely I don’t think I’ll be forgetting it any time soon” you chuckle.
“Me neither” he agrees as he hold your coat open for you helping you put it on.
You turn back round to face him smiling gently, you go to say that you’ll see him soon but you know realistically you won’t see him again. A thought that made your smile falter.
“You okay?” Chris asks when he notices the shift.
“Yeah, I just-“ you sigh trying to find the right words before giving up completely, stepping forward to hug him instead.
“Thank you” you say quietly as his arms wrap around you and you feel him press a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
“It’s nothing, have a safe journey and have I hope you and your family have a merry Christmas” Chris smiles as you step back.
“You too, you’re definitely on Santa’s good list this year” you say making him chuckle as he opens the front door.
“Glad to hear it, safe travels” he chuckles.
The both of you hesitate for a moment before you eventually step outside “goodbye Chris” you sigh.
“Goodbye Y/N” he smiles watching as you start walking back towards your car.
As the mechanic drove you back into the city you stared out of the window sadly. Trying to save every memory of yesterday so that you’d always remember your time with Chris no matter how brief it was.
It was until you were driving through the streets of Boston that you put your hands in your pockets frowning when you feel a slip of paper. Pulling it out in confusion you unfold it reading the message inside. There was no name and you didn’t recognise the handwriting but you knew exactly who wrote it making a smile appear on your lips. Maybe you would see Chris again and maybe it would be much sooner than you previously expected.
Day 24: Andy Barber / Day 25 BONUS!
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disclaimer. English is not my main language. If you notice any kind of mistakes, please tell me and don’t be mean :). I am giving a shot at this to try and improve my written English. Thank you for paying attention and have a biscuit for your kindness!
pairing. Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader
genre. smut
short summary. She is Ben’s daughter. She is off-limits. No one is allowed to look at her, touch her, charm her, or kiss her. Let me rephrase that: Johnny isn’t allowed to be close to her in any shape or form. If Ben finds out that Johnny did something to his baby girl, he’d kill him and reduce him to ash. Pun intended. But does Johnny care? Not even a little.
word count. 2867
warnings. this is late, sorry. dom!johnny. secret relationship. johnny plays with his superpowers. pussy slapping. ass slapping. sex on table. johnny is a little shit but i love him. unprotected sex (don’t do it, the risks are too high). oral sex (f receives) choking kink IF YOU’RE A MINOR, DO NOT CONTINUE. this is not a work for people under eighteen years old, I don’t care if you feel old enough to read smut. you’re probably not.
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Johnny hated winter for several reasons. The first was that, despite being able to warm up at will, he could never reach a temperature he was satisfied with. This was his sister Sue’s fault who had categorically forbidden him to exceed a certain number of degrees just because last time he had accidentally burned the bed. What did she care? After all, it wasn't her bed, it was Reed's, and at the time they weren't yet...intimate. So, she had no right to dictate to him what to do and what not to do, but despite himself, when she got angry, his sister was scary. Her ears would turn a particularly bright red and her nose would become clown-like. That said, it might sound like a funny image, but Johnny connected it to a set of keys that had been thrown at him shortly after seeing that same face. Just below his hairline, in fact, he had a mini-scar that reminded him of that incident. Having experienced Sue's wrath on his own skin, he had no intention of trying it again.
A high reason why winter was useless, in his opinion, was the amount of snow and its consistency. Too white, too tall, and too wet. Johnny never went out when it had snowed the night before because he didn't feel like getting upset and meeting people who would ask him for a picture. Normally, the attention of his fans was the driving force of his existence, but that was in the summer, spring, and in some years even fall. In the winter, every person who approached him seemed to want to remind him of the magic of the cold. Cold wasn't magic, cold was a weapon of the devil sent to annoy him.
The third, and final, reason he hated winter was clothes. He was forced to dress in ten thousand things to keep from dying of hypothermia, but he cared little about himself. The real drama was seeing Y/N Grimm in long pants. A real tragedy. He was used to short shorts, even shorter shirts and no bra. In his eyes, she was a Da Vinci painting that needed to be admired in all her forms, not covered by fleece pajamas and boot-length scarves.
The problem was that Y/N loved and doted on winter. The hot chocolates, Christmas lights, snowstorms, and colorful trees around town made her fall more and more in love with the season. Johnny could see how her eyes lit up when the weather report said the temperatures would change to freezing. How did she do that? He had wondered many times, but often he would look at her face adorned with a tender blush from the cold and be distracted from finding the right answer.
The only thing he liked about this horrible season was the fact that the sun didn't rise right away. At seven o'clock in the morning it still felt like night. Johnny didn't feel guilty for always waking up around eleven o'clock like this. He always had to find a positive thing in the absolute negativity or he would kill himself in despair.
Although he was used to waking up late, he hadn't been able to sleep that night and so he found himself at six in the morning in the kitchen. He wasn't surprised to see Ben and Y/N already there, the first sitting at the table and the other preparing, perhaps her third, cup of coffee. The first thing Johnny noticed was the intense heat in that kitchen. Had summer finally returned? Or was it a dream dictated by his intense desire to return to see a certain person in shorts? And, oh, the dream was better than he thought. There she was, wearing only a shirt a few sizes too large and her legs were on full display. It was just what he needed to get his day off to the best possible start.
"Storm, before I gouge your eyes out, take them off my daughter" Ben's voice was deep and menacing, but still full of sleep from last night so it didn't scare him.
Johnny sat down next to him. "Sounds like a good way to go to heaven to me. What do you think Y/N?" he shot her a wink as he turned to look at the two men. The cup in her hands was steaming but she sipped the liquid as if nothing was wrong.
She rolled her eyes. "You won't spoil my good mood, Johnny. We finally bought a warmer," she got near to the warmth coming out of the contraption beside her. "Even you won't be able to make this day horrible."
"I could have warmed you up, you know."
"Storm"
"What's the matter, Benny? Would you rather let your daughter freeze to death?" he poked him. It was his favorite pastime. "I could save her and you wouldn't let me?" he snapped his tongue across his palate. "Not quite there, an irresponsible father."
Ben grumbled. "Since when do you have all this energy first thing in the morning?"
He'd handed it to him on a silver platter. "Since I've been planning to waste it with your daughter."
Y/N had a bewildered look on her face. Sure, she was used to these kinds of comments from Johnny, but he had never made them in front of her father. She knew how to respond to him, but the look on Ben's face made her freeze on the spot despite the warmth of the room.
The Thing pointed a giant finger at the face of the boy who, smiling, had picked up his cup and was now finishing Ben’s tea. What an arrogant little boy. "You..." he sighed closing his eyes and then with a sudden gesture he stood up dropping his chair with a deafening noise. If they hadn't been on their honeymoon, Sue and Reed would have certainly woken up. "I..." the anger on his face was evident. "I'd better get out of here before I actually kill you," he started to walk away then turned one last time to his daughter. "If he does anything to you, you have permission to kick him in the balls".
"I won't hesitate" Y/N reassured him with a worried little smile on her face. Now the only thing her father could do to release his anger was a walk. A long walk.
Ben's footsteps were heavy and could be heard until he closed the front door with unprecedented force. He had reached his tipping point and if he didn't leave, it would end very badly for Johnny boy. He didn't know when to stop, especially when he was enjoying something. Only with his sister Sue did he freeze. With others, he had no boundaries.
"You're an idiot," the girl had walked up to him, put down her cup and given him a slap on the neck. "You know how my father is, Johnny," she scolded him. She wasn't really that mad, but she certainly had to tell him something to keep it from happening again.
The boy took her hand and sat her down on his lap. She wiggled slightly to try and free herself, but it was all an act. "Admit it, it was fun," his hands ran down the girl's thighs and she felt goose bumps forming with each touch.
"It won't be fun when he comes to find out about us" her voice was small and soft. A small pout decorated her face and Johnny couldn't help but bring his thumb to caress her bottom lip, playing with it a little.
His other hand continued on its way until it reached her butt hidden by her shirt and squeezed it slightly. Her breathing became slightly heavier. "What's life without a little risk?" he asked her rhetorically. "Besides, I know you like risk. It seems strange to me that your father hasn't noticed that this shirt is mine." he gave her a powerful slap on the ass. She couldn't see it, but she knew he had imprinted his hand on her.
The force of the slap made her moan and throw herself forward, her breasts glued to Johnny's chest and a gentle movement of her intimacy over the boy's. His thumb was still stationary on her lip and she took the opportunity to take him entirely into her mouth and caress him with her tongue as she had done a thousand other times on his cock. Johnny's eyes were glued to her mouth treating his thumb as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. He felt his member press against the fabric of his boxers and gave a thrust. Y/N's balance faltered and he found herself having to hold on to her lover's biceps as he continued his assault.
"Don't tell me not to risk it if it turns you on so much" he whispered close to her ear before biting her earlobe and removing his thumb from her mouth. She moaned at the empty feeling and stopped going along with his movements. "Don't be like this, fairy," he scolded her with a firm tone and a squeeze on her bottom.
He took her with brute force and moved her off his lap and laid her not very gently on the table. His eyes were fierce as he took on her body. Her panties had a dark stain right in the center and he found himself chuckling at the desperation that betrayed her earlier accusations. "For me?" he asked. It was as if he was teasing her, he knew perfectly well that only he was capable of making her tremble at the very thought. Therefore she, slightly offended, did not answer and gave him a dirty look. He raised his eyebrow and pulled her to her feet. She was now on the edge of the table. "I asked you a question," his tone was strict.
She gulped. A wave of pleasure made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She loved being submissive between the sheets and Johnny always fulfilled that desire. It was fun to think about how strong she was outside of that context. "Don't ask me stupid questions." She knew what he was unleashing with her attitude and she wanted to see her Johnny catch fire from anger and passion.
He bit his lip and looked at her intently, before slowly kneeling under her lost gaze. Y/N's legs were silk in contrast to his rough hands, and he wanted to leave a trace of himself on every single inch of her body. It was strange the contrast between his fiery eyes and the gentleness of his hands on her calves, thighs and... oh, the edge of her panties. His index finger played with the bland underwear that was, by now, completely soaked and did nothing to hide the perfection of her pussy. She had no idea what was going through Johnny's mind, she had openly disobeyed him by not answering his question, yet his gestures were so sweet, so caring. The panties were removed with a quick but still careful gesture. She was finally exposed to him. She moved, slightly impatient and curious about her lover's strange behavior.
"I asked you," he began, his voice lowered an octave and her intimacy throbbed at hearing it. "All this, is it for me?" Just as he had done with her ass moments before, Johnny's large hand came down hard, this time more moderate, on Y/N's pussy, which trembled at the contact. The moan she let go reverberated throughout the kitchen and probably throughout the whole house. Her thighs were shaken by a thousand shivers and she struggled to remain still. The slap had disconcerted her so much that she still hadn't responded. Nothing had prepared her for the second blow, given with the same intensity, but which, this time, found her clit. She was ashamed of the sound of pleasure she made. It sounded fake, like that of some porn stars, but it was all real. Only Johnny, in her entire life, was capable of reducing her to a mess.
This time, however, in a voice shaken and full of pleasure, she was able to answer him. "Yes. Just for you. Just for you, Johnny, baby" she slurred the words a little, but he understood her perfectly and melted into a smirk. It was a sight to see her so into something, her intensity pulling him into another dimension.
He nodded and, without warning, assaulted her intimacy. Johnny was a voracious man; his tongue traveled every inch of her pussy and Y/N felt her breath catch. When he wanted to, he knew how to be a gentle lover and take his time, but now his only goal was to drop her into an abyss of pleasure and make her tremble beneath him. He made an effort to keep her thighs apart as the intense pleasure required her to close them around the man's head and began to play with her clit. Now he knew her body by heart and was able to quickly find what made her stupid and incoherent. He sucked hard on that bundle of nerves and squeezed her thighs between his fingers. His tongue was unstoppable and the sounds it made were obscene. When he slowed down to catch his breath, he let his nose continue working on her clit and she remembered why she had always liked men with big noses. He returned to work shortly after and his tongue went completely into her intimacy exploring every nook and cranny. Y/N could no longer restrain herself and her hands gave away and could no longer support her. She found herself lying completely on the table with only Johnny's hair in sight. She took it and scratched his head with her manicured nails, managing to make him moan. Just as he knew all her weaknesses, she had figured out how to make him obedient. This time, however, he had no intention of relinquishing control and she cared little for it. The continuous, punishing movements of Johnny's tongue were dragging her toward the orgasm she would remember for days to come when his hand came off her thigh and rested on her abdomen. Suddenly, an unexpected warmth invaded her and she realized that Johnny was using his powers to make her enjoy herself even more. The thought of coming under fire was her cue and she came in Johnny's mouth in a flood of cum. The bottom of his face was completely soaked with her pleasure and he gave her one last kiss on her clit to let her calm down.
Y/N's chest was bobbing up and down all the time. Her breathing showed no sign of slowing and Johnny chuckled at the sight of her body completely ready to receive him. As she tried to figure out what had happened, Johnny removed his pajama pants along with his boxers at the same time and took off his shirt as well. He was naked and she was covered only by his shirt, he couldn't have wished for anything better.
He gave her no warning before wrapping his hand around her throat and pulling her up with it. This man was going to be the death of her. He gave her a wink before positioning himself on her intimacy, tormenting her clit with more gentle strokes and entering her in a smooth motion. Y/N was so wet that the sound of her pussy around his cock was embarrassing. Trying not to look him in the eye as he sank into her, a tightness in her throat warned her to do the opposite. Johnny's moans were low and hoarse and hit her in every spot. Her intimacy tightened around his cock, sucking him in and keeping him from moving. "Jesus Christ fairy. What are you doing to me?" with his thumb he caressed her cheek. "You're divine," he told her before settling his lips on hers. He began to thrust again, vigorously, until even the legs of the table moved with them. They were lost in each other and knew how close they were to their orgasms, though they both didn't want this moment to end.
Johnny felt himself on a precipice and was ready to throw himself over it when he heard the front door open. He stopped his thrusts abruptly and covered Y/N's mouth with the hand that wasn't wrapped around her throat. Ben's footsteps were far away and he realized he was walking up the stairs to his room and smiled. His fairy liked risks and what was that but a risk?
The girl's gaze screamed at him not to continue, but Johnny pounded into her and it was a grace from heaven the hand on her mouth. She came like she had never come before, the possibility of being discovered in such an intimate situation excited her even more. She moved as if possessed under Johnny's body who with one last lunge painted the walls of her pussy with his hot cum. He pushed once more to finish his painting and relaxed completely on her body.
A/N: This is my contribution to @what-is-your-plan-today ‘s 25 Days of CHRIS-mas challenge. Today’s character is Jake Wyler. Also, this is my first time writing a headcanon - I’m very aware that this is a bit long for a headcanon lol! Dividers by @rainbowkisses31
Summary: College AU. When Jake stumbles in late to your history class, you think you have him figured out. But, as you get to know him, you learn that there's more to him than a bad first impression.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating.
Word Count: 1045
You first encountered Jake Wyler when he stumbled into your history class 15 minutes late. As you noticed the tired look on his face, you deduced that he must've been partying into the early hours of the morning; but that didn't stop him from being nice to look at.
However, when he opened his mouth and charmed your lecturer out of giving him the bollocking that he clearly deserved, you realised that he was probably some spoilt little rich boy, who had always got his own way. You'd put money on him being the star quarterback at his high school.
Funnily enough, he ended up in more of your classes, and you were even paired up together for a group assignment for your English Lit class; where you'd learned your initial assessment of him had been correct. He had been a popular jock in high school, he'd even been prom king.
Sure, he was an arrogant prick, who never seemed to make time to meet up to work on your project; but, you couldn't deny that he was gorgeous – and there was no harm in simply admiring him from afar.
As the semester went on, you realised that there was more to Jake than he'd let on. He was constantly late to his morning lectures, and was never free to meet with you to work on your assignment together; but you hadn't seen him at any parties, and he hadn't made a name for himself as someone who slept around; but you were certain that there wasn't a girlfriend (or boyfriend) on the scene.
The only time that you'd seen him away from the classroom was when you'd bumped into him at the library checking out books on art history, despite that you were almost certain that he wasn't taking any classes in it.
But, despite never having time to meet with you outside of class, Jake was contributing towards your assignment; always doing whatever was needed of him to do and beyond, leaving you with little to do. In fact, his input had led to you both getting an A.
Most peculiarly, towards the end of the semester, you noticed that Jake had got a lot quieter and became withdrawn. When you mentioned this to your friends, they brushed it off as him being stressed about finals; quickly telling you to stop being so nosey and wondering why you were showing so much interest in an asshole like Jake in the first place. However, you knew that there was something more to it.
After finals, you and your friends celebrated completing your first semester of college by going to the biggest party on campus. While the party had got off to a good start, Brock from your film class had started hitting on you and wouldn't leave you alone, despite the fact that you had made it perfectly clear that you weren't interested.
When Brock was dragged off to join in a game of beer pong, you used the opportunity to slip away, deciding to hide in one of the empty bedrooms needing five minutes of alone time.
However, when you closed the door, you soon realised that you were not alone... Sitting on the bed crying was none other than Jake Wyler.
Surprised and concerned, you immediately sat beside him; you weren't close enough to warrant a hug, but you gave him a pat on the back as you asked him what was wrong.
“It doesn't matter, the only reason that I came to this party was to try to forget about her.”
“Forget who?”
There he explained about Janey and the convoluted way they'd got together. Even though she ended up staying in LA for the summer, it was clear that the art scholarship in Paris was too good an opportunity to pass up. The reason for Jake's tiredness, lateness and lack of free time was that he was up until midnight talking to Jamie on the phone before her morning classes began, then studying until he crashed in the small hours of the morning.
However, as time passed it became clear to Jake that he was putting more effort into the relationship than Janey and the more he tried to fight for them the more distant she became. Eventually, Janey confessed that she had cheated on Jake with a guy named Zack, and they had broken up.
“I feel so stupid, a huge part of me knew that a relationship that was that messy and drama filled would never last. But I'd already fallen for her and I thought we'd be the exception, and now I've wasted an entire semester on someone who doesn't give two flying fucks about me.”
“You're not stupid, you're just a hopeless romantic. When you look back on this, at least you can say that you tried your hardest. And there are still plenty of semesters left for you to do the whole college thing. Soon it'll be a new year, and you can have a new start.”
“If I had a drink, I'd drink to that.”
“Well, shall we go back out there and grab one? Or if you want to get out of here? I know this great 24 hour diner that serves great pan-”
“A drink sounds perfect to me.”
After rejoining the party, you spent most of the night talking with Jake, getting to know him better, and you'd never been so pleased that your initial assumption of him was wrong.
“Thanks for everything you've done tonight, I thought tonight was gonna suck, but I'm actually enjoying myself.”
Before you had a chance to respond, he then leaned towards you and gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek. As he quickly pulled away, you noticed that there was a pink tinge to his cheeks that wasn't there before.
“To a new year and a new start.”
Jake was avoiding giving you eye contact, and you noticed that he was looking above your head. Following his eye line, you looked up to see a sprig of mistletoe. Grinning, you leant towards Jake and returned the favour, being careful not to smudge your lipstick. Holding out your red solo cup to him, you simply replied.
Summary: Your boyfriend Colin Shea pays a surprise visit to your party and leaves you wanting more.
Warnings: Some bad words and lots of holiday fluff
Pairing: Colin Shea x Reader
Disclaimer: This is my entry for Day 16 of WIYPT 25 Days of CHRIS-mas Interactive Advent Calendar. Writing about my favorite guy to write about, Colin Shea
W/C: Just shy of 2k
A/N: Thanks @what-is-your-plan-today for the gift of your writing. I’ve grown to love so many of your stories and characters, wishing you and yours the happiest of holidays!
“Come on baby, pleeeeease.” Colin chained sweet kisses down your neck, lingering at your pulse point. “I’ve missed you this week.”
You let your head loll back a little more, then closed your eyes and focused – as bad as you wanted to let him welcome you home from your business trip, you had to prep for the get-together at your apartment.
“Babe, you know the girls are coming tonight. I can’t not have them over, it’s really important for Sarah.”
He nibbled a little more, kissing and gently sucking across your throat. “Sarah’s a big girl, she can take care of herself. I, however, need to take care of you.”
You gently pushed him away, a wry smile on your lips. “Just look at it this way – in a few hours, when everyone has gone home, we can pick up right where we’re leaving off. And we’ve got nowhere to be tomorrow – me and you in my bed all night and all day.” You pressed your lips to his, lingering with your kiss.
You’d rather let him carry you to bed but tonight was important. Sarah lived on the 4th floor of your apartment building. She was probably the nicest person you’d ever met. She was a 50-something grandma who had met the “love of her life” on an internet dating service. They’d set a date, you’d planned a bachelorette party for her, and bam – he disappeared and ghosted her, whereabouts unknown. You couldn’t even stand how sad she looked every time you saw her, and you damn sure couldn’t cancel her bachelorette party, wedding or not. With Christmas around the corner, she would be sad enough. You needed to put some happy in her life.
“Alright,” Colin sighed reluctantly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and kissing the tip of your nose. “Don’t you worry this will make her sad, reminding her of being a bride?”
“Nope,” you said, brushing your hands down his t-shirt, unable to resist the feel of his incredibly firm pecs. “Totally changed it, it’s now a ‘she’s available’ celebration. She avoided making a big mistake, and Mr. Right is still out there somewhere. That’s something to celebrate.”
He nuzzled into your neck, pulling you into a hug. “I’ll do you right, baby,” he purred. That sexy deep voice went straight to your core but you fought hard and resisted.
“I can’t wait,” you replied softly, a stupid smile plastered across your face.
He helped you finish setting out the things you’d bought for the party and blew up a few balloons, and you took advantage of his tall frame to hang them for you.
“Ok, I guess I’m out of here if you don’t need anything else.”
You wrapped your arms around him and laid a long, deep kiss on him. “I NEED a lot but I can wait until later. Thanks for the help.”
He kissed you back. “My pleasure,” he smiled. “Want me to check in on you all later?”
“If you want, but it will be a bunch of cackling girls trashing guys. Just be prepared.”
“Got it, I’ll make sure I’m wearing my Kevlar.” He disappeared with a grin and a salute out the door. You sighed and got back to prepping for your visitors.
Two hours later, the party was in full swing. Despite having the saddest eyes you’d ever seen when she arrived, Sarah seemed to be allowing the jungle juice you’d made in your fancy punch bowl to work its magic. She and the 10 other girls in attendance were laughing and dancing and thoroughly enjoying themselves. You were able to sneak a glance out the long windows of your apartment – Christmas lights twinkled all along the streets below, Christmas trees visible in the windows across from you. Happy shoppers carried bags down the street. You were suddenly enveloped in that giddy feeling you get when everything is right – holidays, happiness, festive fun, and a hot, sexy boyfriend. Good times for sure.
Suddenly there was a thunderous knock at the door, clearly audible over the loud music. Someone moved to turn down the volume and the knock sounded again, followed by a “ho, ho, ho. Open up ho’s.”
You looked at Sarah and the girls and after a second of silence, you all cracked up laughing. Sarah was closest so she stepped over to open the door. Standing tall, the foyer light illuminating him from behind, was the hottest Santa you’d ever seen. He had a black bowtie, white furry cuffs, and a red velvet G-string shaped like a Christmas stocking lined in white fur that hugged his considerable package. He had on black boots with bells on them and a Santa hat sat atop his spiky blonde hair.
“Well what do you know, just exactly who I was looking for,” Santa said. He wrapped an arm around Sarah’s waist and let his little stocking grind up into her. “Merry Christmas Sweetheart.”
Sarah threw her head back and laughed. “Colin Shea, what in the hell is wrong with you?”
“Colin Shea? Who’s that?” Colin said with a wink, swinging around her and stepping into the apartment. He linked hands with Sarah and walked her down to the dining room table, turning a chair around and gently urging her to sit. She rolled her eyes but did as instructed. All the girls squealed as he spread his legs and crouched over top of her, his hand behind her neck.
“So Santa heard the Grinch has been about and has tried to shit all over your Christmas Sarah, but I’m not having any of that. You’ve been a verrrrry good girl this year, you deserve a great gift – the gift of me!” Colin looked over his shoulder at you and winked, giving you that longing glance that made your knees weak, then turned his attention back to Sarah. “Ms. Santa is totally cool with me giving you something special, so I couldn’t think of anything better than a Santa lap dance.”
Sarah was beaming as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged against his stomach. “Colin, you are the sweetest,” she said, tears edging into her voice. She cleared her throat, shook her head and found her smile. “Alright St. Nick, let’s do this!”
All of the girls buzzed in anticipation. Colin punched in something on his phone and sat it on the table. Suddenly the sexy strains of “Pony” by Ginuwine began and all the girls cheered with delight.
Colin’s slim, sexy hips swayed over top of Sarah, his muscular thighs straining as he crouched down and let his crotch rub against her jeans. Little jingle bells on the stocking rang with each swipe, and Sarah cheered every time they rang.
You stood back and took in the sight – you’re sexy, sweet boyfriend with the body of a god and the heart of a lion, cheering up a woman who really needed a win. You watched his exposed ass cheeks swirl as he kept time with the bass line, the mistletoe tied to the back of his g-string wiggling over his crack. Sarah was soaking it all in, patting him gently, her kind eyes looking up at him. She mouthed “thank you” and Colin reached down and gave her a quick hug, then fell back into his best Magic Mike audition.
The song sadly came to an end and all the girls cheered loudly. Colin stepped back and helped Sarah stand, where she promptly gave him a motherly hug. “You are a treasure, Colin.”
“Anything for you, Sarah,” he said in that “aw shucks” voice.
You walked past your Christmas tree, pulled off a candy cane, then walked over to your stud and placed it gently under the elastic of his g-string, patting his sexy ass for good measure.
“That was some kind of performance,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “When were you going to show me those moves?”
“Don’t worry, Santa’s got a whole bag of goodies for you, my love.” He tilted his head and came in with an urgent kiss, pulling away and knowing he was leaving you wanting so much more.
“Alright ladies, the reindeer await. Can’t start the Chippendales show without me. Merry Christmas to all my favorite ho ho ho’s!”
The girls laughed, a couple throwing napkins at him as he walked out the door. Within an hour, the party wound down and your guests said their goodbyes and traveled out into the winter night. Sarah insisted on helping you clean up but you shooed her away, handing her the last bottle of pink champagne. “Finish this off tonight and sleep well. We’ll get more for New Year’s Eve.”
She hugged you profusely and thanked you for the millionth time, waving over the balcony as she descended the stairs.
Across the hall, the door cracked open and a handsome face peaked around the edge. “Is the coast clear?” he grinned.
“Sure is.” You curled your finger at him, summoning him toward you. “Come on Santa, I wanna take you for a ride.”
He slipped through the door, pulling it behind him, a moan escaping him. He had changed back to a t-shirt that hugged his toned torso and thick biceps and faded jeans that showed off his long, sexy legs. His feet were bare as he made his way across from his apartment to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.
“You are such a good guy,” you said. “Do you have any idea how much that meant to Sarah? You made her feel so special.”
“She is special,” he said. “That guy that hurt her is an asshole. Just means she has the chance to meet someone that’s worth meeting though,” he said with a smile. “And don’t let anyone hear you say I’m a good guy – I’ve got a rep to protect.”
You ran your hand down his chest, your fingers playing with the chain that peeked out around the collar of his t-shirt. “Well, thank you. You made her millennium.”
“Happy to do it. Now,” he said, sweeping his arm under your knees and lifting you effortlessly off the carpet, “I believe it’s time for me to open my gift.” He wagged his eyebrows up and down.
With a giggle, you pushed the door open. “I don’t see a silent night in my future,” you said gleefully.
