#joseph quinn characters

[bodhiscurls]

love isn't earned, it's given. ( johnny storm )

where johnny storm also has bad days and needs your comfort even when he doesn't know how to ask for it. cue comfort bath time as you wash away his worries and his bloody hair and remind him of all the reasons he's deserving of love especially when he can't find it in him to believe it.

human torch! johnny storm x fem! reader

themes: fluff, minor angst to comfort, mentions of insecurities- not feeling good enough etc. johnny needing a fat hug after a long day of being a superhero, lots of reassurance/ affirmations at bath time, nothing sexual just like cutely intimate.

masterlist. (queued!)

"you should go, i'm uh, i'm not much fun tonight, doll," the voice rumbles, almost with defeat like it's taken him the last of his energy to speak so much that he doesn't even look up from you from his position.

he's still in his fight suit, the white and blue branded onto his skin and you press your lips in a fine line, his gaze lowered into his lap somberly but he'd recognise the sound of your footsteps and heartbeat anywhere. a small groan leaves his lips as he drops his head into his hands, hoping to burden off some of this torturous weight but its only when you've abandoned your spot from the bedroom door and stand between his legs, fingers combing through the tangled and bloody knots of his usual blonde hair does he finally let himself fall.

though he just hates to do it at the cost of you checking in his baggage.

you pull your fingers back, wincing at the stickiness and red liquid still fresh, "you're not hurt are you?" you whisper as his head buries into your stomach.

"not mine," he mumbles, exhaustion and something dangerously close to sadness laced in his usual light-hearted voice, like the weight of tonight has dragged him down a few octaves. you nod, taking that as answer enough and wrap your arms around his neck as you tower over him.

it doesn't come immediately, but when it does it splits open your heart into two; bleeding from the edges of all the chambers you've allocated to loving johnny storm. it's ironic at how the heat, amplified by his heavy emotions tonight, freezes your blood cold at the sound of his soft cries.

its a sniffle, then a choke like he's trying to swallow up the sadness that's consuming him whole and you stroke his hair so tenderly that he breaks down completely. it's messy, heart-wrenching the way he whimpers out "i could've done more," and you don't silence him. you let him get out all the words that are weighing in on his chest/ he needs this guttural relief. and so you just bend your back and twist your form so you're crouched at his level as he reaches for you in a bone-crushing hug, baring all his weight onto you that you almost send the two of you flying back for a second.

his arms are wrapped so tightly around your back, his face pressed into your neck, the tears raw and fresh as they stick to your skin and you hold him for what feels like forever; and you'd do it for however long as he needs. he holds you with such force that he's sure the grip will mould back all the broken pieces and keep him whole again.

"johnny, my beautiful boy," you whisper into his hair, "let's get you cleaned up," your brows lift in reassurance and he just shakes his head, clings to you further.

"i just need a minute more," he chokes and you hum softly, stroking the hairs at the back of his neck and drumming a soft beat on his back; you're trying to match his pulse, regulate his breathing and give him something other than the overwhelming emotions to focus on. and it works you think, his eyes are still tightly shut but his breath becomes softer albeit a little ragged for wear and tear, but comes a lot more frequent enough for you to shed a layer of concern.

he pulls back makes an effort to stand that you match and presses his forehead to yours, swallowing the salt that has made home on his lips from all tears formed- from all the blood he's spilt tonight. "i'll uh, get cleaned up and then i'll take the couch," his voice small and gruff, like he isn't sure what to do with himself after reaching the most vulnerable he's ever felt but he's sure he doesn't want his negative energy to ruin the sacred ambiance of your bedroom; of the love you've built and shared here.

"what?" and the laughter that leaves your lips is not cruel, just a confused breathless slip.

"you've done enough, seriously baby, i can't- i love you so much, i don't want to bring this version of me to bed tonight, i'll take the couch, i uh-" and you press your lips to his, melting into his embrace as he returns the kiss easily. his hands find themselves at home on your waist as your own cups his jaw, directing him into you and it distracts him, puts his mind to ease and rest and when you pull apart you shake your head softly.

"johnny baby," and he murmurs at the sound of it, "we're going to get you cleaned up, and when we're finished if you still want to take the couch then i'm coming with, though i would just prefer if we slept in our bed," and you press your fingers to his lips, silencing him when he tries to argue his way out again.

"baby, i'm not me tonight," he breathes out, "and i don't want to you to see this side of me, i just can't- this johnny isn't deserving of you," and you freeze, silent fury buzzing off of you- not at johnny, but at the world for making him feel so inferior and less than the marvel he is.

"i'm going to stop you there hotstuff," and its all seriousness in the tone you lay on him, "if you want space, i will give you that- but if you're running away from me- from us? johnny storm i think that's ridiculous," you scoff, and he shys away the sound of his full name- he'd much rather prefer you call him hotstuff again, "you're deserving of love johnny- love isn't earned, it's given. you don't need to perform or be a certain way to receive it and johnny storm you are perfect my love- every single version of you and i'm honoured to love you, to share this home with you- and that doesn't stop because of a bad day," you breathe, "i'm here baby, whatevers weighing you down you can put it all on me, i might not be out there on the battlefield but i'm here my love, we're a team and we do this together,"

another cry leaves his lips, quieter than the ones from earlier but the tears still land the same, the rip and roar in his mind still feels the same and he lets himself break in your arms again, and deeper. you soothe him, whisper affirmations and love into his skin and when the cries die down, he lets you lead him to the bathroom.

it's dark and he uses whatever little energy he can muster to light up the room, and you look over in concern. the water runs in the bath and as you work your way around him, he sits slumped on the edge of it.

"johnny baby come on," you whisper and help wrestle him out of his costume- it clings to him in sweat, blood and tears and right now, once it lands at his feet and he stands bare and bruised, it feels like a relief- like the shackles have been freed from his wrists and heart. johnny is no stranger to responsibility but tonight? it caged him as a prisoner and you've slowly given him the key to escape.

"you know, it usually goes a lot different than this," he tries to joke as you press a kiss to his bare chest and then help him get into the warm tub. the water relaxes him instantly, soaking around his muscles, loosening the tension as you start to help him scrub down.

"well usually, you don't smell do bad," you tease and a light laugh, slightly strained escapes from his lungs and dances in the peaceful night air. he murmurs in agreement, taking the washcloth from you and reaching the spots you can't whilst he feels your fingers in his hair.

the rich smell of coconut lingers as you massage it gently into his strands, tugging at the locks that present the most tension, drifting it through your fingers and rinsing clear; satisfied when the dirty brown and faded red shines transparent. from his hair to the back of his nape you begin to slowly massage; lessing the burdens embedded in his skin, the dimples in his back and ridges of his muscular form.

he groans, sighs in relief and delight as you work your way around him. you pause for a moment, getting up to drain the dirty contents of the bath, supply fresh water and clear up the clutter of toiletries blocking the way when he catches your wrist, bringing it the side of his face to where you cup his cheek and he presses a small kiss to your palm.

"join me, please?" he asks, his vulnerability so tender and heartwrenching that you obey, undressing and climbing in. he makes space for you to sit between his legs, your cool back refreshing against his burning chest and you lean into his hold. his arms wrap around your middle as the soapy suds begin to attach themselves to your bare skin.

"i'm not hurting you, am i?" you ask

"no, doll," he drawls into your skin as he plants a soft kiss to the curve of your shoulder.

"no seriously johnny, you'll tell me if its hurting right?"

"of course i will honey, but i think that's your super power huh- you just know when things are wrong," he bites his lip down. its quiet as you sit there in his hold, the soft slushing of water around you as you listen for his hearbeat, it slows lightly an you take it as an inclination that he's tired, exhaustion taking over. you're about to ask if he's ready to call it a night when you feel his soft whisper tickle at your skin, his words a carress to your heart.

"i'm glad you're safe," it comes, and when you turn to face him he decides to elaborate even more quieter, "there was just too much carnage tonight, i couldn't get to people in time and-" he gasps slowly, as if a painful memory shoots to the surface and he winces, "i just felt so useless like what good is my power if i can't use it enough?" and his voice cracks in ways you don't think you can mend.

"baby," you breathe, "you do more good than almost anyone could ever, you make the world a better place, you fight johnny," a dramatic shift in the air, "even when the fights not yours, when it seems youre outmatched and you feel like you've got nothing left to give, but you still do it- it's not about power johnny- it's about heart and yours is special," he soaks up your words like theyre liquified gold, hoping to burn the assurance into his existence, brand them into a memory to remind him of his worth, "you give hope baby, you're smart, you're funny, you have the best of days and the worst and i love you all the more, but you can't win them all."

"but i can try," he stretches out, the strain tugging his voice down.

"you can baby, all you want, but some things are bigger than the both of us and if you give all yourself to it then you won't come out alive- you won't come home and- i can't let you do that."

"i'll always try to make it home to you, doll." he swears and you know its true more than anything, you trust and believe it with all your soul.

"johnny?" you murmur, "you ready for bed, sweetheart?" and he nods, "please," you give him the sign to stay and wait for you as you get out first, wrapping yourself in a towel before holding out his own for him to step into. you dry, change into some of his clothes and let him waddle you to bed, his tall frame wrapped around like yours in a koala like form. he sleeps on your side tonight, the smell of you lulling him to a good night of rest and he must be absolutely shattered because he doesn't hear the knock that lands at your door at some point or the gentle pull of your limbs as you detach yourself from his spooning to respond.

the floor is cool beneath your bare feet as you stretch the door back a few milimetres and the familiar pair of ocean blue eyes you've known and loved meets your gaze.

"hi," sue speaks quietly and you send her a warm smile, "i know it's late, sorry but i just wanted to check in," she bites her lip, "he had a rough night- we all did but, johnny takes things a little differently, i suppose he's used to being the funny, carefree guy that he forgets he's human too," she leans against the doorframe. you open it wider, giving her a full view of her younger brother who sleeps soundly buried and bundled all the sheets of your bed and she smiles.

"he'll be okay," you reassure, "he's human afterall," you tease and she chuckles lightly. johnny storm who thinks he can save the whole world and burn for it without so much of a thought, he's special.

"he has you," she places a hand on your shoulder in comfort before wrapping you in a hug, "thank you," and for the third time this night, a storm sibling has trusted you enough to let their tears free fall in your orbit. you rub her back gently, just as you did for her brother previously before pulling away.

"he mentioned you earlier, i think he thought we were too far deep and he was so scared- he said to make sure that you knew how much he loved you and-" her voice cuts off as the emotion catches up with her, "i'm sorry," she grows quieter, "it's late, i should leave you-"

"sue," your voice lands firm, "thank you for taking care of him out there and bringing him home, it means more than you could ever know," and she melts at the sincerity.

"always," she promises, presses a kiss to your cheek goodnight and heads back in the direction of her room. you linger for a moment, the thought of johnny so alone and scared worrying you and then you don' thave much time to think about it, because he's murming your name softly, reaching out across the sheets to feel for you and you're there in an instant.

"i'm here baby," you press a kiss to his forehead and he buries his head into your chest as you help hold him together. his soft snores fill the air as you lie awake, toying with hair hair as his breaths stick to your skin.

always.

riya saying hi: hellloooooo johnny angst to comfort let me hear you say hell yeah ‼️‼️‼️ finally saw the movie and joseph quinn brought him to life so incredibly well like he's not comedic relief- he's funny but he's smart, he offers to sacrifice himself, he's loyal, he's the fucking world and he deserves to know it !!! this has been queued so idk if anyone will like this as much as ive had fun writing it- let me know what you think! my notifs can get insanely crazy but i do stalk through them and i love hearing you have to say. take care! and see you soon! sending my love! 💘💘💘

[exquisiteserotonin]

The Dress

Pairing: Quinn!Johnny Storm x Female!Reader, Johnny Storm x You

Rating: M for Mature, Probably Teen and Up, there's nothing real explicit is in this one (I know shock and awe)

Summary: The Fantastic Four is being honored at a gala, your long-time boyfriend Johnny Storm comes to check in on you as you are getting ready and he can't take his eyes of you.

Word Count: 895 (short and sweet) | Read on AO3

Warnings/Notes: Established relatshionship, romance, fluff, committed relationship, love, implied intimacy

A/N: I just wanted say a big thank you so far to everyone who has read and enjoyed my Johnny Storm fics. This one is decidedly less smutty, so I am sorry if you are looking for that. My goal was to create ambience, a visual, and a feeling with this. And once again your likes, your comments, and reblogs are appreciated more than you know.

Some inspiration also taken from this beautiful song:

Divider by @cursed-carmine

It’s an important night, more important than anything you’ve experienced in your own life. But with your boyfriend Johnny Storm and his family being honored at a gala tonight, you must look your best. One of Johnny’s jazz records plays on his turn table as you get ready. You lean forward at the vanity you’ve set up in Johnny’s room, your black liquid eyeliner in hand carefully lining each outer corner of your eyes with an upward sweep. You lean in closer to apply a deep black mascara to your eyelashes. 

“Hey babe, you almost ready? We’ve gotta get going so—,” you hear Johnny call for you as he enters the room. “Jesus!” 

A gasp of air escapes him as you turn your head to see him staring at you. His deep, blue eyes are traversing the vision that is you. You swear you see the reflection of your red dress in his eyes as they travel from the very top of your head, right down to your toes. His gaze lingers briefly at your back and your derrière: points of note on his eyes’ journey as you have yet to zip up your dress.

“Hey baby,” you greet him, curling your lips into an intentional smirk and arching your back—you know exactly what you do to him. 

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he utters, closing the door behind him.

After you finish applying your lipstick that matches your dress you look over your shoulder and bat your eyes at Johnny. You would be remiss not to admire him in his navy-blue tuxedo, his charm exuding from him, his sex always lingering subtly beneath it—but always amplified for you. 

“Zip me up?” You implore, licking your lips at the sight of him. 

With each step he takes, you feel the burn of his stare: the precursor to the heat of his touch that comes almost immediately as he traces his hand down your spine. A tender kiss from his warm lips meets the skin at your shoulder and sends a heat throughout your body that somehow makes you shiver at the same time. He zips up your dress sending a slow heat that ripples up and down your back. 

“We’ve been together long enough, babe, I know what you’re doing.”

“Whatever do you mean, baby?” You turn to him, fluttering your eyelashes. 

“Why do you take so long to get ready when you know exactly what it does to me?” Johnny sighs, the slightest bit of frustration weaving itself through his words. 

“I still think you’re going to have to be more specific, Johnny,” you tease, feeling like there is a twinkle in your eyes when you look at him. 

He takes your right hand in his and pulls you into him while keeping his other hand at your waist. He lulls you into a silence as you both begin to sway back and forth with the music, bathing in the warmth of each crackle, ripple, and pop the needle makes as the record continues to play. 

An intoxication takes over as you continue to dance and you allow each of your senses to savor every passing moment. 

You breathe in the spicy, woody, and musk of his cologne as you nuzzle his neck and  it has you floating in his arms. The steady up and down of his breath drums on your chest like a heartbeat. The way his soft lips press themselves on your forehead takes a quivering breath from your lungs and something like an invisible tractor beam entices you to look up into his eyes. Each motion is a language that only lovers can possibly understand. 

Then, with a quick movement he spins you with one hand, coaxing a warm laugh from you that he joins in like a chorus of a song. He pulls you back in, the grin on his face so large you can see the dimple on his left cheek deep and prominent. 

“I love you, you know that, right?” Johnny affirms as he caresses his fingers up and down your arms, each trace leaving a trail of warmth on you that seems beyond his control. 

“These days that seems to be the only thing I’m sure of,” you profess, pulling his face close to yours.

You linger there a moment, rubbing your nose against his, circling his dimple with your thumb before sweeping his lips with yours in a soft, sensual kiss. He releases a long exhale and leans his forehead against yours. He steps away from you for a moment, unbuttoning his tuxedo jacket and laying it carefully on his blue chair. As though hypnotized, you follow his hands and then his fingers as they take the cuff links from his shirt. 

“Babe, what are you doing? You said we have to go soon,” you say as he pulls you into him again. 

“It’s OK, sometimes it takes a while for me to get ready,” he assures, as he loosens the tie of your halter and unzips your dress, and you feel that same warmth tiptoeing up and down your spine and over every inch of your body. 

“This really could take a while, though,” you sigh as Johnny peppers soft kisses upon your neck and shoulders.

“They’ll get over it,” he growls in your ear before letting your dress drop to the floor. 

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

CHARM

PAIRING: johnny storm x female reader

RATING: explicit

WORD COUNT: 762

SUMMARY

johnny doesn’t care about getting interrupted while eating you out in your office.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

listen, i saw that new pic where his hair is so perfectly styled and all i could think about was messing it up so here you go.

TAGS/WARNINGS

explicit content (18+ minors do not interact), fantastic four: first steps johnny storm, oral - f receiving, fingering, semi-public sex (reader’s office), accidental voyeurism (they get interrupted by reed), consider this an AU since the movie isn’t out yet.

A knock at your office door has your pen slipping from between your fingers. It rolls across your desk and drops to the floor just as your mentor, Dr. Richards, steps inside.

“Would you prefer to grade the multiple choice or short answer section?” He asks, waving a handful of papers around. You swallow nervously.

“M-multiple choice,” you stammer. Your fingers curl against the edge of the desk. He narrows his eyes, assessing you.

“Are you alright?”

“Mhm!”

His brows pinch together in the same way they do when he’s working through a particularly difficult equation. Sweat begins to gather at the base of your neck and you try to focus on keeping your breathing nice and even.

“If you’re not feeling well—“

“I’m fine, Dr. Richards,” you say, the words spilling out in a rush and the pitch of your voice a little too high. You clear your throat and try to smile reassuringly. “P-promise!”

“Alright. I’ll need those back by Tuesday.”

“No problem!”

He sets the exams on your desk and he’s about to leave when he spots something on the floor, bending to pick it up. Your eyes widen and you hold your breath as he stands, your pen pinched between two fingers. He places it on top of papers.

“Have a good night.”

“T-thanks! You, too!”

Dr. Richards finally leaves your office and you drop your head back against your chair, biting your lip to keep a moan from escaping. A warm hand slips beneath your shirt as a devilish tongue continues its assault on your clit.

“I’m going to kill yo— oh my god.” Your threat fades into a bitten off moan. “Do that again.”

Johnny obliges your command, looking up at you from between your thighs. You tangle your fingers in his hair, messing up the perfectly styled golden strands.

“You’re evil,” you tell him. “I can’t believe they call you a superhero.”

He presses two fingers to your soaking wet entrance, sliding them into your heat with practiced ease. Each drag of his talented fingers strokes against a spot inside of you that stokes your burning arousal from ember to full blown flame. You press your palm to your mouth, muffling the moans this infuriating man coaxes from you.

Just as the wave of your orgasm is about to crash over you, Johnny pauses, pulling away. You growl in frustration and he smiles.

“Evil would have been making you cum while Reed was still here.”

You gape at him. “You wouldn’t. He’s my boss. And your brother-in-law!”

“Don’t test me, sweetheart. You know I’m good at exams.”

His mouth returns to your center and he sucks your clit between his lips. You faded release returns, blazing through you with a vengeance. Your muscles tighten and your grip on Johnny’s hair grows desperate, like the contact is the only thing keeping you grounded. He hums and the vibration is what tips you over the edge, your thighs squeezing against his ears. Warm fingers dig into your hips, sparks dancing across your skin.

When your orgasm begins to fade, you finally loosen your hold on Johnny’s hair and slump in your chair, boneless and spent. He gently pushes your chair back, crawling out from beneath your desk with a self-satisfied smirk tugging up the corner of his mouth, lips shiny with your release. His khaki pants are wrinkled from kneeling on the ground and it gives you a strange sense of pride to know that perfectly put together Johnny Storm looks like a mess because of you.

“Come here,” you say. He plants his hands on the armrests of your chair, leaning close. You do your best to smooth his hair back into place while he watches you, brown eyes searching your face. “That’s better.”

Johnny kisses you. It’s quick, over before you can even close your eyes and savor it, but the taste of your release lingers on your lips when he pulls away. That little moment of affection has you burning up even more than the orgasm he just gave you.

“Let’s grade those exams,” he says, taking half the papers from the stack and sitting down in one of the chairs on the other side of your desk. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“You don’t have to stay and help.”

“The sooner we finish, the sooner we can get to round two.”

“Round two?”

“And three and four and—“

You throw a pen at him. He snatches it out of the air.

“You’re a menace,” you tell him.

“It’s part of my charm.”

Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this fic, check out my masterlist.

[tightjeansjavi]

he’s just so pretty

[the-witty-pen-name]

Meddling Mr. Munson

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Wayne is your favorite regular at work. Plus- his nephew is really cute.

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff and good feels you’ll get a toothache, allusions to pregnancy, alcohol mentioned, mentions of bullying

The first time you meet Wayne Munson, you’re eight hours into your six hour shift at the only diner in Hawkins that's open twenty-four hours. You’re working the overnight shift, and you were supposed to be relieved at 4:00am, but the waitress who was supposed to relieve you called from a payphone to tell you her bus broke down and she can’t get to work until the replacement arrives. So now, you’re brewing a fresh pot of coffee for the only patron you’ve had before the breakfast rush- which hopefully you’ll be missing.

You chit chat with Mr. Munson while he sits at the counter nursing his black coffee. He works overnight at the plant you’ve learned, and he asks you questions about your college classes. He doesn’t admit it, because he’s not the type, but he really enjoys the daily chats with you as stopping at the diner after work becomes one of his routines.

“You should come meet me for breakfast on your way to school,” Wayne suggests one night when he and Eddie are watching TV. His suggestion is met with Eddie blowing a raspberry and a grumble about not wanting to wake up that early. Wayne tosses his hat at Eddie, harmlessly making Eddie jump. “I ain’t asking,” Wayne reiterates and Eddie nods sheepishly, sinking into the couch.

Your eyes light up when you hear the bell on the front door. You already know it’s one of your favorite regulars before you even look up. “‘Morning, Mr. Munson,” you say cheerfully, “Take a seat, I just put on a fresh pot.” You look up and you’re surprised to see he isn’t alone. “Oh, hi Eddie,” you say with a grin, surprised to see Wayne isn’t alone. Eddie’s brain short circuits because he doesn’t know how you even know him, and you are very pretty.

You step out from behind the counter with two mugs in hand as they slide into a booth. “You don’t remember me,” you tease, filling both the mugs with coffee. Eddie fumbles over his words apologetically and Wayne smirks to himself. “That’s okay, we weren’t really friends,” you explain and tell him your name, “You sat in front of me last year in Ms.O’Donnell’s class. We didn’t really talk much.” He’s silently thanking you for omitting that you didn’t talk because he was hardly there. However, he’s practically soaring that despite that you somehow remembered him and aren’t recoiling in disgust.

“Eddie’s got her again this year,” Wayne interjects and Eddie wants to roll under the booth. He’s suddenly embarrassed that he’s repeating senior year again and he wished you didn’t know that. Wayne means nothing by it, literally just making conversation, and the news Eddie is in her class doesn’t seem to even phase you.

“She’s brutal,” you exhale, “If you want, I think I still have my notes somewhere. They’re all yours.”

“T-that’d be great,” he manages to get out. You smile at him and his limbs feel like clay.

“Yeah, of course,” you wave it off like it’s nothing. “I’ll come back in a few and grab your orders, take your time.”

Wayne is using his menu to hide his grin from Eddie. He didn’t know if Eddie and you would hit it off, he just had hopes. He’s not one to meddle, especially in his nephew’s love life, but when you had told Wayne you didn’t have a boyfriend, he immediately wanted to introduce you to Eddie. He knew Eddie would just reject the idea, so he didn’t say anything.

“She’s cute,” Wayne says after a minute when you disappear behind the door to the kitchen.

“God, cut it out,” Eddie exclaims, dramatically covering his face with his hands. His face is bright red. This seriously can not be happening right now. “Wayne, seriously, you are not seriously trying to set me up right now?”

“I’m just trying to treat my nephew to breakfast, I thought it would be nice. We haven’t done this in a while,” he says evenly, but Eddie knows the truth. “I think I’m gonna get the meat lover’s omelet,” he muses, acting oblivious to Eddie’s antics.

Eddie’s nervous bouncing of his leg is making the booth shake, and the coffee spills out over the rim of the mugs ever so slightly. Wayne slides over extra napkins, and chastises Eddie about leaving rings on the table.

“Are you all set?” You ask, getting your notepad out of the front pocket of your apron. Wayne nods and Eddie is staring blankly at the menu in front of him, paralyzed.

“The pancakes are really good if you’re still trying to decide,” you offer, thinking Eddie is actually reading the menu.

“U-uh yeah, that sounds good,” he replies. You nod and scribble it down on your pad.

“Your usual Wayne?” You ask and he nods.

“You’re the best,” he smiles, passing you the menus.

“It’ll be right out,” you reply, “Do you want me to top these off?” Wayne offers you his empty cup and Eddie manages to shake his head no. You disappear behind the doors again to ring in the order, and Wayne nudges Eddie to snap out of it.

“You’re being rude,” he says, “Look I get it, I’ll stay out of it. But you don’t have to freeze her out. She’s being lovely.”

Of course you’re being lovely, Eddie screams internally. You are lovely! He can’t bring himself to correct his uncle that he’s not ignoring you to spite him, but he’s actually tongue tied and completely fumbling. He can’t give Wayne the satisfaction of being right and he also doesn’t want to say anything out loud in utter fear you’d hear him.

“Food should be right out,” you say with a sweet smile. You walk over to the opposite side of the diner and wipe down a few of the empty booths. Eddie flexes his fingers over his thighs repeatedly to try to relax. Wayne watches Eddie, starting to notice he’s a lot more twitchy than he usually is. Eddie’s always animated but this is new. Maybe, Wayne muses, his little plan might actually be working.

Wayne really only ever wants Eddie to be happy. He’s had a front row seat to the abuse Eddie has received from his peers his whole life. Under the tattoos and the hair and the ripped jeans, Wayne still sees the little boy he tucked into bed and the little boy who sat on the kitchen counter while he helped clean his scraped knees. He wished the pain he had to help Eddie navigate was still that simple. Wayne thought maybe you’d see Eddie the way he did.

You’re nice, and genuinely so. Wayne thought if anyone could see Eddie, truly see him for the amazing kid he was, it would be you. Even if this whole stupid plan of his amounted to nothing more, you’re treating Eddie with such a normal level of human decency and you have no idea how much that means to the both of them. For Wayne, that’s more than he could ever ask for. He knows as much as he’s resisting, Eddie will leave here and go to school feeling a little bit better. For a brief moment in an empty diner, he can see the world isn’t always out to get him. Sometimes, the world is nice- with pretty girls to talk to and uncles who love you more than life itself.

When you bring out the food, Wayne watches the way your eyes linger on Eddie. You’re also being a little shy. He smiles to himself, keeping his head low while he starts to dig into his food. You ask Eddie about his band, and Wayne watches his nephew’s eyes light up, his usual confidence returning to the forefront as he tells you all about Corroded Coffin. You listen, and Wayne realizes you’re not just placating Eddie, you actually care.

“I’ll have to come to another show sometime,” you say, “I say you guys at The Hideout like a couple months ago actually.”

“Really?” Eddie’s eyes widen in disbelief. You giggle, and nod.

“Yup, you guys were awesome,” you assure him. “If you guys ever sell a tape, let me know. I want one.”

As they finish up their breakfast, you drop off the check, and Eddie thinks he might die when he sees you’ve scribbled your number on the receipt for him. The check has been comped and the note read:

“Wayne, Happy to treat my favorite customer! Eddie, in case you’d want to go out sometime? No pressure.” With your number underneath.

The most recent time you saw Wayne Munson, he pulled you into a hug and thanked you for inviting him over. It’s the first time you and Eddie are hosting a holiday in your new apartment.

He smiles as he looks around. You and Eddie have really done an amazing job making a cozy little life together. He smells the turkey finishing up in the oven and he can’t believe he can finally witness his nephew this happy. The two of you insist he sit in the living room while you both finish cooking for him. He’s enjoying watching the two of you work in the kitchen together, moving synchronously like you’ve done this dance a million times before- and you have.

He settles in and Eddie brings him a beer. Wayne looks around at Eddie’s and your new home and he can’t help but beam with pride. This is all he could’ve asked for Eddie- all he’s ever wanted to see him have. Eddie’s still as dopey grinned and smitten as he was the first day back at the diner. Wayne knows you’re the one- he knew before you or Eddie knew.

Eddie’s his son, even if he’ll never be called Dad. He doesn’t want that anyways. But, he knows your the best daughter-in-law he could have ever asked for. A best friend and a confidant from the first day he met you. He’s so glad to have you both together in his life. Little did he know, that tonight after dinner when he’s long past just full- but not too full for pie- Eddie would hold your hand and you’d both sit across from him, giving him the best news he could possibly hear in this lifetime.

His small trio, will shortly be adding a fourth band member.

[dreamyjosephquinn]

Joseph “The Cereal Lover” Quinn

[dual1pa]

at the same time

A/N: hi i'm back in my fanfiction writing era

johnny storms x reader

Warnings: language, reader is pregnant, fluff, PDA, sexy talk - but it's tame, follows the overall F4 story, but it also doesn't? also, this isn't proofread. enjoyyyy

"We should definitely tell them tonight," Johnny said, holding you close and rubbing your back in the comfort of your own quarters inside the Fantastic Four HQ.

You've just found out you're pregnant, and it wasn't planned, but you're not upset about it. Mostly thrilled. You and Johnny talked about starting a family for a while, but wanted to wait until the chaos of him being a superhero calmed down. You were excited to watch your child grow up with great influences surrounding them, watching them succeed in school, go to prom with their crush, graduate from college, and get married. You were getting ahead of yourself, but it just excited you too much. And you could tell Johnny was thrilled, probably internally shitting his pants, but just as excited.

"You're right. Do you want to tell them or should I?"

"Hey, you're growing a person inside you right now. I think you should do the honors," he chuckled, bringing your face to look at his and pecking a quick kiss to your lips.

"Yeah, but it's our person," you said.

"You're announcing it to the crew," he kissed you once again before speaking, "Whether you like it or not." He gave you one last kiss before walking towards the couch and plopping down to watch some TV.

You followed suit and lay directly on top of him, straddling his lips to not put too much pressure on your growing tummy, and rested your head on his chest, just enough to snuggle your face into his neck.

Johnny's hands instantly found your sides and slightly pushed your shirt up to feel your warm skin.

"You know what they say about pregnant women?" you ask, whispering into his ear.

"What's that?" his hands inched down to rest on your bum.

"They're horny all the time," you say, lightly biting down on his ear, then dragging your hands down his chest where your ass is on top of his groin.

"Aw honey, you're killing me," he leaned up to attach his lips to yours. However, you were rudely interrupted by a large smash and a "Fuck!"

"We should go check on him," you said, referencing Thing.

"Such a dumbass and a cock block," he shook his head, helping you to your feet, taking your hand and leading you to the main portion of HQ.

"What the hell happened in here?" Johnny shouted before entering the room.

"Oh, sorry," Thing said, "I just dropped a glass bowl. Everything is fine now."

Johnny raced over to see the damage, which was already cleaned up, "Well, since I'm here. I'm starving," he said, grabbing a bowl and some Lucky Charms.

You weren't so hungry as the nausea had taken over. You simply just asked Johnny to grab you some iced water, which is what he grabbed first before serving himself. What a gentleman.

He placed the large bowl of cereal down in the empty chair next to yours and scooted you closer to him, where you tucked your feet into the middle of his legs.

You watched as he and Thing talked about... whatever they talk about... while you were too deep in your own thoughts. Moments later, Sue and Reed walked into the room, looking pretty serious about something.

"Oh, great, you're both here! We have something to tell you all," Johnny spoke up before Reed could get a word out.

"Wait, Johnny. We have something important to tell you as well, honey, would you like to do the honors?" Reed nudged Sue, who looked pretty nervous and, to be frank, a little pale.

She looked at the three of you and said, "Things are about to get a little crazy around here, well, in a few months, actually, so be prepared for a shift. I'm pregnant."

"What?" Johnny exclaimed, then looked over at you. He got up so fast and went over to hug his sister and brother-in-law

"We're about to be one big family, huh?" Thing said.

"Yeah, because it's about to get a bit bigger," Johnny said, bringing you over to join the crew.

"Because our hearts are just so overjoyed for you guys!" you exclaim, which was something Johnny was not expecting to hear.

Before he could speak, you hugged Sue super tight and talked to her about how she found out, how far along she was, etc.

Later on, Johnny pulled you aside privately, "Why didn't you say anything? I thought we were gonna tell them tonight?"

"I was, until Sue said that she was pregnant, and I didn't want to take away from her special moment. It wouldn't have been right. I felt like it would have been if you had proposed to me that Reed and Sue's wedding, it would've been totally inappropriate. I'm going to talk to Sue later on and tell her privately to make sure she's okay with me also telling my news," you explained.

"Always so considerate of others," Johnny said, placing a strand of hair behind your ear before quickly kissing your lips.

You walked over to Sue, "Hey, could I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure, hon!" she said, "What's Up?"

"First of all, so excited for you and I didn't want to take away your shine and special moment, but we also found out that I'm pregnant as well." you whisper.

"SHUT UP!" she screamed, grabbing the attention of the others, "It's nothing!!" she said.

"Wait, we're gonna be pregnant together?? You should have announced it too!"

"I know, but I didn't want to take your shine away!" you exclaimed.

"Oh honey, I wouldn't have thought that at all! Come on, let's go tell the others."

"Guys! It seems as if these two have an announcement of their own as well," Sue said, giving Johnny a look to stand next to you.

He quickly obliged, bringing you in for a hug, "So, I didn't want to take away the attention from Sue from her huge announcement, but," you looked up at Johnny, "We are also expecting a baby as well."

The team erupts in cheers, and you couldn't be happier.

[littlelioncub43]

Ok but Spider-Man kissing Eddie while he lays on your bed with his head dangling off the edge, he just said something silly that made you laugh, you're sitting on the floor, digging through your sweaters when you look over at him and you're just so in love with him. You couldn't help it, you crawl over, softly cradle his face in your hands and press a sweet, tender little kiss to his lips out of pure love and happiness.

And when you pull back from the kiss, he's looking at you with a dumb, happy, lovesick smile and that twinkle in his eyes that you swear is actual sunshine.

[bodhiscurls]

my heart races for you, doc. ( johnny storm )

reed richards brings in an old family friend to help make sense of their new powers. johnny storm can deny that he's been trying extra hard for you to look his way all he likes. brushing his hand against yours at dinner, bumping into you outside your opposite rooms- purely accidental. but when you've got him hooked to a monitor and his heart beats double the usual, he can't hide what he feels anymore.

human torch! johnny storm x scientist fem! reader (no use of yn, johnny calls you doc)

themes: fluff, strangers to lovers, swearing, johnny being a golden retriever, flirting, YEARNING, pining (no spoilers!)

masterlist.

susan storm has never really been nervous.

she commands a different kind of respect, the air sort of shifts its way around her and she doesn't need a force field to take control. she just does- and its that unintentional aura that attracted her husband to her at the very beginning. so why was she staring at your door so damn intently.

"who's the new neighbour," johnny sneaks up behind her and she lets out a startled gasp, shooting her brother a death glare of annoyance as her hand comes to rest on her chest patting it gently, counting her heartbeats to calm her down.

"how many times have i told you not to do that," she daggers towards him and he kisses her cheek loudly, grinning as she wipes it straight off of her cheek.

"who's the new neighbour," ben joins them in an instant and johnny scoffs at the repetition, an obvious retort ready to rile him up before sue places a hand in the air in warning. he bites back his laughter instead, planning on using his ragebait later with the stony look ben sends him and swings on his feet.

"but seriously," johnny asks, "new neighbour?" and sue nods slowly.

"a family friend of reed's, she's here to help us," she explains slowly.

"help us?" he furrows his brows, "so why are you looking at the door like it's going to eat you up sis," and she elbows him, causing him to stumble back a few feet wincing in pain.

"because," she sternly reprimands, "she is important to reed, so she is important to us." and johnny lights up at the pronoun use; its simple really, johnny loves space, johnny loves women. and a slow grin spreads all over his face.

"so how come we've never heard of this hottie before," he leans his arm against your door frame as he faces his sister and friend, "reeds never mentioned a family friend?" he quizzes, suddenly curious.

"you've not even seen her-" johnny cuts ben off with a raise of his brows immediately, "um, all women are hot, next question," and when sue shoots his a warning glance

"she's reed's family! no one is to mess with her," the warning is deathly and johnny nods in submission but he can't help but feel the buzz of excitement sift through his veins, roar amongst his blood and send him stumbling backwards as your door opens.

he recovers quickly, dusting his hands off in nonchalance and leans back into the frame effortlessly. he opens his mouth to speak, but for the first time in his entire life johnny storm is stumped, stunned to the core where the words are there but they never come.

not when you're standing milimetres infront of him, sleep wrinkled across your features and the soft curves of your eyes as you slowly blink at the three gathered at your door. you stretch, and johnny observes how feline your movements seem, tensing as you try and release a knot in your shoulder blades before straightening slightly.

"hi," sue gathers herself quickly, shooting you an apologetic look as she steps forward, she wraps you into a hug and its stiff- like she isn't sure this is appropriate but any family of reed's is a family of hers and she's desperate to make a good impression on you.

"hello?" it comes out as a question, lower pitched rumbled from the sheets and its the first time johnny hears your voice. he's sure in that moment he's flown through different universes and has landed in the next life, at the gates of heaven where nothing but blinding light and you engulf him. his sister pulls back after you awkwardly pat her back and johnny clicks his knuckles, a grin painted on his face as he steps forward,

"my turn-" and he's instantly dragged back by his sister.

"sorry about him," she apologises, "he isn't usually this-"

"handsome? charming? incredibly sexy?" he supplies and sue shoves him out of your peripheral.

"i was going to say annoying," she rolls her eyes, "but i don't think that's true that's johnny and he's always annoying, and i'm-"

"sue," you finish politely, "reed has mentioned much about you," and you send her a soft tired smile, she returns it bigger and larger and you're immediately hit with all the reasons why reed fell in love with her; she's unreal.

she looks like she wants to say more, apologise for disturbing you; she just wanted to make a good first impression before they all met you properly at sunday dinner but as usual, her brother and best friend had found a way to ambush her plans. she looks over at you but you're looking intently at ben, a sense of hesitation mixed with fondness laced in those kind eyes and she sees your hand is outstretched to him.

"hi," your voice is quieter and you offer it to him, ben hides his hand behind his back. the heavy weight a stark comparison to the soft skin you're holding out and he's worried he'll hurt you. yet, you stand, unwavering and patient with the same hand extended. its moments before he lifts his own to meet yours and its hard, rough and he has half a mind to pull back but you're gripping it firmly in reassurance. "hi," he returns back with a smile and you nod.

"it's just like you're saving best for last huh," and the flash of blonde hair makes an intimate appearance in your space again. you shoot him a look of inquisition, concocted with curiosity and then hold out your hand to him as well.

johnny storm is smug as he takes in your welcome, his hand unbelievably warm against yours, he hopes you can feel the heat he purposefully sends across the sensation as it tickles your skin. and when he wraps his in yours, a perfect fit, he brings the interlock to his lips, pressing a feather like touch to your knuckles. the kiss is barely there, but it is and it sends a pool of warmth straight to your head. you feel the heat crumble down to your neck and burn a pink into your ears as you flush under his attention.

"oh boy," ben mumbles and johnny shoots you a lazy flirtatious wink and in your sleep induced haze you just stand there, unsure of what to do. the flash of ocean blue twinkles with mischief and a promise of light-hearted fun, and it wakens you a fraction more.

"and on that note," sue interrupts the stumbling of your heartbeat as it knocks against your spine, "we shall leave you, dinner in a few hours! please join us!" and she drags her brother away in an instant, but his eyes never leave yours and you know now why reed referred to him as the human torch:

johnny storm has stolen your heart and set it alight.

. . .

johnny storm has it all set up meticulously, his seat is positioned right next to yours for dinner after tirelessly arguing and ignoring the warning looks his sister sends his way. he sets them closer than the chairs on the opposite side so when you are to sit, all he has to do is lean a little and you're at his side. its a perfect plan, one he takes with great pride as he indulges with reed into a very light interrogation on you to give him some talking points for the evening.

he learns many things, for one you have a phd in bio engineering, reed was flush with praise for your intellect, groundbreaking research and the years you spent on the opposite side of the world, taking part in research studied in london. he also learns that you're a family friend of reed's by some distant cousin relationship- though the love for science and funerals of the richards bloodline have brought you together closer than ever.

he also learns that you can play the piano, you're introverted, you love the ocean and reed had promised to take you to a beach sometime soon. you don't have much family other than reed and you're favourite food is anything roasted. which is perfect given sunday's dinner is a roasted chicken with stuffed potatoes and vegetables with a side of lightly spiced rice and ben's killer cheese and potato pie.

johnny learns a few things about himself that night too. how something in him dangerously melts as he watches you murmur a thanks of appreciation to ben, at the soft look of adoration in your eyes when you watch sue and reed. how he gets weirdly protective when you don't speak unless spoken to but each and every breath that leaves your pretty lips snags his attention, causing him to silence the little conversations between his family so they can all hear what you have to say.

he finds himself wanting to talk more around- more than usual. he asks about your time in london, which you smile like it's a distant memory, he asks about your current research and how you're going to be monitoring them for your study- and johnny learns that its sly what he's doing, but when waits for you to reach over for the serving spoon, he does it too at a lightning speed.

in a milisecond, your hands touch again and johnny doesn't need to flame on to feel the heat. he does it on purpose to watch that cute blush paint your cheeks as you shrink a little inwards to yourself. he shoots you a wide grin as he pours your plate for you, murmuring a gentle "eat up" into your hair when he leans back- the breath tickling your skin in ways you cannot focus on completely.

and when he watches you and reed laugh and joke, he has no problem settling into the back, blurring into the furniture- not when he gets to watch you all night long.

. . .

he makes his first official attack when he plans to leave his room at the same time as you for breakfast, bumping into you slightly and definitely not by accident.

an apology slips from your lips and he's also blessed with a giggle as you try and dodge him, work around him to get out of his way but his movements mimic yours in a lighthearted dance of some sorts. he takes advantage, slipping his hands on your waist and positioning you in tje right direction. johnny's careful to make his movements fleeting, not lingering as long as he'd like in case you'd catch onto his ruse and sends you a soft smile before gesturing for you to leave first.

he follows you to the kitchen where he tries to make small conversation, "how'd you sleep?" he asks, hopeful.

"really well, thank you," your eyes fold into a gorgeous smile and he feels his heart race, "probably the best i have in years,"

"oh wow," he grins, "such a stellar rating, you got enough energy to get started for today then?" and you nod in excitement and he feels ten years just lift off his body, "what's the agenda for today?"

"first, i've got to just run some tests, try and get an idea of what's your new normal so it'll just be stuff like heart rate, resting energy, sleep patterns, try and focus a little more on your cellular reactions and for each of you it'll be different but we have to do start small with comparisons first so a lot of testing i guess?" you raise your eyebrows and it's the most he's heard you speak at once. he doesn't understand anything you've said, nodding eagerly as he tries not to focus on how it would feel if he could just press his lips to yours.

johnny storm has never been one to wait; he's bounced from woman to woman, he's never so much as had a relationship but there's something so magnetic about you that has johnny reducing his speed, sticking to a singular lane and waiting his whole life you if he'll have to. just your smile can instill that much patience in him.

"science stuff," he murmurs to himself but you catch it nonetheless and send a blinding smile of pure sunshine his way, "cool," he almost stutters, his heart most definitely skipping a few beats.

he sits again close next to you at breakfast, trying to remember to take his eyes off of you every now and then and eat his own food. he ignores the laughter ben sends him and the hidden smiles sue keeps locked away and just chews. you must've not realised it, but you've reached for his cup instead of your own, sipping the orange juice inches away from where his mouth had been before. it's an honest mistake but johnny leans back in his chair with a smirk, that could've been a kiss. his brain sends a jolt of realisation through his body and the smirk slows into a smile.

oh god, he thinks. he's in fucking deep.

. . .

he finally gets caught.

and he didn't ever think, he'd be so literally caught too.

you have him hooked up to a monitor, just recording usual observations when you look up from your notes for a single second, send him a reassuring smile before his heart combusts and your jaw drops slack.

"oh my god," you whisper, eyebrows narrowing in confusion as you stare up at the monitor in awe.

"gotta say," he laughs awkwardly, "you're scaring me a little doc, what's going on?"

"johnny you are four times the average pulse rate, jesus," you gasp. you look at the machine in disbelief, then back st him, then at the machine and he bites back a laugh.

"doc, i am an overachiever," he excuses and leans a little bit more into the chair, relaxing as he relishes in the attention as you fuss over him. this is easy, he thinks, he doesn't even have to try to get your attention today.

and when the back of your hand comes to press against his forehead, the monitor beeps even more obnoxiously and at the contact johnny panicks- he can't have you know already how he feels for you, he's moving a little too quick and the last thing he wants to do is come on strong and scare you off. he tries breath work, one in and two out, he thinks of happy thoughts- calm thoughts- thoughts of you when he catches you half asleep and head to the kitchen for some water; a lazy cute slumbering mess. but with your palm touching him, fuck, he can't control it.

"johnny," you breathe, and he closes his eyes at the sound of his name; oh it feels like heaven and he imagines how it would sound under him in the middle of the night, how it would sound when he finally gets the chance to kiss you, how it'll sound fifty years from now when he lives forever at your side, "johnny you're on fire!" you panic but his eyes are closed into a dream of bliss- dreams of you.

"thanks, doll," he lazily smirks and you bite your lip in panic.

"that wasn't a compliment!" you rush, "you're actually on fire!" and he opens his eyes, sees the concern swim in yours and focuses real hard and deep. you've removed your hands from him at the first signs of scorching and without the closeness, it doesn't take johnny long to return to his resting state.

"fuck," he mumbles at the loss of control and you murmur in agreement, breathless at the sudden escalation. you scribble down a few notes before removing the equipment from him. it's a second where your fingers overlap and the obnoxious beeping starts all over.

he watches you pause in thought, remove your hand and record the slower rate, then watches you place your hand back ontop of his- covering a little more than the accidental touch, a lot more purposeful and the instant racing starts again.

"oh," you whisper softly and johnny tries to be light-hearted about this and laugh offhandedly, but when the embarrassment creeps in at having his crush bared open for you to see and his ears tinge a rosy pink, there's nothing casual in the way he feels about you.

"what can i say doc?" he smiles nervously, "i guess the heart races just for you," and you don't respond immediately, sort of soaking up the intensity of the atmosphere but johnny can spot the small grin sporting your lips and returns it a million times more.

"i think," he tries to get up slowly and you help him steady on your feet, "it's time to get something to eat, you gonna join me doc?" and you do.

you follow him into lazy mornings wrapped up in each other, dinner for two and days of where johnny storm makes you feel like the most important person in his life. one things for sure, those cosmic rays may have altered his dna, but he's sure that they've only just made more room in his heart, stretched out in the shape of you.

riya saying hi: hi !!! (very much longer today i apologise omg) but god i love a little flirty but patient johnny x introverted reader theres something so cute about yearning and opposites attracting, hope you guys enjoy this one- i really had fun with this! thanks a bunch love u 🥺💘

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! 💘

[exquisiteserotonin]

I am honestly so very shocked this has as many interactions as it does. I’m not really a popular writer or anything and I know a huge part of it is all the love Quinn!Johnny Storm is getting right now, but I am truly honored and humbled. I haven’t had this much interaction since a Joel Miller fic I wrote.

This means so much to me as an MCU fan, a Fantastic Four Fan, and a Joe fan!

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Please continue to like, reblog, comment! So much love!

Every Kind of Way

Pairing: Johnny Storm (as portrayed by Joseph Quinn) x Fem!Reader)

Rating: E is for Explicit - 18+ only 🔞MDNI🔞

Word Count: ~3.2K | Read on AO3

Summary: You sneak around to surprise your boyfriend Johnny at work, but he ends up surprising you…

Warnings: A bit of dirty talk, Fingering, Squirting, Unprotected P in V, very light dom/sub elements, very light BDSM elements, squirting, riding, girl on top, semi-public sex, cream pies, caught

A/N: With all these premiere events and press, I have been inspired to say the very least. I wrote this relatively quickly and it has not been Beta read, so all mistakes are my own. Please be kind and enjoy.

Divider by @cursed-carmine

You take quiet steps around Johnny’s office in the Baxter Building. You’re technically not supposed to be there with Johnny’s office being on one of the floors that goes well beyond the point where restricted access starts. But Johnny has snuck you in enough times for the security guard to recognize you. He also knows better than to utter a word since he and you both know Johnny would have his head.

Johnny’s office is clean, orderly, and the bookshelf directly behind his desk carries books that range from space travel, aerospace mechanics, and a hidden self-help book that makes you giggle upon its discovery. Up and down the open spaces of the shelves are copious photographs of his family. A sentimental timeline of photos of Johnny with his sister from the time they were children to now. Some are of the entire team, while another is a photograph of Johnny holding his nephew, Franklin. Their expressions hold the same chaotic energy and smile as Franklin grabs his uncle’s hair and face.

You and Johnny haven’t been dating that long but bearing witness to the love he shares with his family even if just through photos wells inside you. You begin to wonder if you would one day be a part of that love rather than just a bystander.

Well, you won’t be if you keep on snooping around his office. A voice that sounds identical to yours says inside your mind, only she seems much more put together.

You ignore her and as you continue snooping you find something behind one of the external speakers Johnny set up for his record player. Curiosity takes over you against your better judgement and you pull it from behind the speaker.

Your eyes widen as you hold the handle of a paddle. A description of its features writes itself in your head. It’s roughly 45 centimeters in length and 2 centimeters thick. The surface is a smooth, reddish-brown wood with deep dark grains waving throughout. The blade of the paddle is adorned with three holes, which you deduce would reduce air resistance.

A heat begins to build in your chest as you study it, your heart beating faster and faster like a drum rolling crescendo. You and Johnny are very active in your sex life, but he’s never mentioned interest in something like this. A feeling of panic begins to bubble as your mind works through the myriad of reasons he would have a paddle in his office. Your hands grip the handle while your thoughts continue to swirl. And there is no escape when you hear the door to Johnny’s office. Frozen, you creep around slowly to face him.

“Hey, baby! This is a surprise!” His voice fills with happiness at the sight of you.

Then his eyes dart to the paddle in your hands. His blue eyes grow wide and the color nearly drains from his face. Just as quick as he greeted you, he shoves the door closed.

“Hi Johnny!” You return his greeting with a bright smile: a gesture that is in direct opposition to the awkward way you clutch the paddle.

“You got past security.” Johnny states as he paces at the door with his hands in his pockets.

“It wasn’t that hard,” your voice waivers slightly as he observes you, “I can be very charming.”

He smiles and targets your face. His eyes seem to glimmer with a blend of pride and desire as he looks you up and down.

“Yes,” he sighs, “yes, you are.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, “I didn’t mean to snoop.”

You keep your eyes on him as he turns around to lock his office door, a gasp escaping you as he does. The pumping of blood from your heart echoes loudly in your ears as Johnny crosses the room and places himself within arm’s reach in front of you. He takes a gentle caress of his fingers to trace the curve of your face before pulling you in for a kiss with a more forceful grip of his hand.

The entire presence of him is intoxicating. The feeling is heightened the longer he kisses you. You wonder if he has you under a spell as you succumb to the warm and spicy smell of him, the softness of his lips but the firmness of his kiss, and to the way his tongue wills your mouth to let him in. You lean into him, so drunk on him that you nearly drop the paddle from your hands. He catches it without a thought, still managing to hold you in his kiss.

“I wouldn’t consider it snooping as much as it's healthy curiosity,” he says while kissing your forehead.

You look up at him and see the shine of mischief sparkle in his eye. You’re smart. You don’t need to ask him what it is and what it’s for, but you recognize the need for you to say it out loud in each other’s eyes.

“Johnny, what is this?” you ask, holding your forehead to his.

“It’s a paddle, I’ve been meaning to tell you about it.” He says pulling you against him. “I thought it might be fun to try something new.”

“What’s it for?” You reply with mock innocence, your lips on his neck.

Johnny maneuvers you so you’re standing in front of him. He pushes his hips against your ass and you find yourself breathless as he snakes his free arm around your waist. The way his cock throbs and grows hard against you has your pussy aching for him. His breath is hot against your ear.

His voice is raspy and low upon your ear as he releases one single command, “Bend over.”

There is nothing else you want, nor is there anything you can do but comply. Your breaths are already coming out heavy and desperate and Johnny hasn’t even done anything. He sets the paddle on the desk next to you to allow his hands to explore your ass with his hands. His touch is slow and sensual as they make circles over the soft fabric of your skirt. Like a switch being flipped he pulls at your hips and pushes your skirt up over your derrière and you let out a yelp beyond your control.

“Oh, fuck me,” he groans as he runs his fingers along the elastic of your lacy, purple thong panties. “Wore these naughty little things for me, did you?”

You smile and whimper out a feeble and breathy reply.

“Yes.”

“You knew exactly what you were doing today,” Johnny moans as he rubs your folds with his warm fingers before yanking your panties down your legs until they are nothing but a discarded memory on the floor. “You came to get this pretty little pussy fucked.”

You nod and confirm his statement with a feeble attempt at vocalizing an affirmative. The processes of your brain are an incoherent mess as you try to keep your breaths even.

“You like sneaking around?” He asks, rubbing his hands up and down your back until he squeezes your ass with the firmest of grips. “Waiting for me to use your body?”

A guttural, desperate moan leaves the deepest part of your throat. This, the way Johnny is right now, is new: filthier than you‘ve ever heard him. He reaches over you to grab the paddle. You look back with the need to see him with it in his hands. You feel your desire surge at the sight of him, devouring him with your eyes as the muscles of his biceps and chest flex.

“Johnny,” you whine, squirming your hips.

“We need a safe word,” Johnny suggests, a free hand continues to caress your ass. “What do you think it should be?”

You bite your lip, unable to resist an opportunity to tease him, “How about ‘Flame on’?”

He squeezes your hip with a tight grip you are sure will leave remnants of him behind on your body.

“Stop being a tease and try again, sweetheart.” He orders, swinging the paddle in the air.

You pause, putting more thought into your next suggestion. One second, two seconds, three seconds.

“What about freeze?” You offer more seriously this time.

The long moment of silence tells you Johnny is considering it.

“That’s the one,” he agrees and caresses your ass, his fingers lingering at your folds that grow wet with each agonizing minute. “Ready for me, baby?”

You nod, gripping the side of his desk as you brace yourself for what’s next. With a raspy groan, Johnny swings the paddle, landing on your ass with a loud smack against your skin. You let out a loud yelp, following it with heavy breaths.

“Not so loud, baby.” He orders.

You nod and turn to him with expectant eyes, “More Johnny, please.”

A wicked smile creeps onto his lips as he spins the paddle in his hand before swinging it again. The strike hits you harder this time. The pain is so sharp and you stifle your yelp with the back of your hand. The burning sensation subsides and fades to a comforting warmth from the heat of Johnny’s hand circling over where he had just struck. A long, low moan floats from your lips and you continue to say the exact words Johnny wants to hear.

“I need more.”

“Fuck—love how you beg to make you my little cum slut,” Johnny growls.

He rubs a loving hand down your back, a reminder that he is still your Johnny before he starts on you again. Each subsequent smack of the paddle against you becomes progressively stronger, stinging with a force that makes tears spring from your eyes. The heat spreads across your chest and all over your body as he drives the paddle onto you again and again. It’s getting harder to breathe with each passing second and you’re starting to feel dizzy.

“Johnny! Stop! Please!” You cry out, trying to remember the word, “Freeze!”

Johnny drops the paddle immediately and lifts you to standing, taking you gently into his arms. He cradles your face with his hands, the warmth of them bringing your focus back to him instead of the pain. The ghost of the pain still haunts you but the memory of wanting it is stronger. You bring your face close to his, nuzzling his nose with yours before you nip at his bottom lip before opening your lips and pulling him in for a long, deep, wet kiss.

The way you tug at the hem of his shirt, reaching beneath to run your nails up and down Johnny’s back to signal him to raise his arms up. His chest rises with deep breaths as you pull shirt over his head. He returns the favor ripping your shirt open, tossing it to the floor. You shimmy out of your skirt and let it join your shirt on the floor.

Johnny advances on you and kisses you, securely holding one hand at your waist and the other the nape of your neck as he lowers you onto his desk. His hands explore your body, palming them over your lace bra, until he smooths them down your stomach before settling at your hips.

“Are you ok?” His deep voice echoes up your body as he strokes your hips with his fingers.

His words, the tone of his voice, and the caresses he leaves on your body are filled with genuine care.

“Yes, Johnny,” you cry out, arching your back towards him.

“About to feel better than ok,” he murmurs as he explores your folds with a warm touch.

The ease that one finger slips in is a testament to how wet he’s already made you. With two fingers he begins to circle your clit and your body arches in response. To keep quiet is nearly impossible, wriggling and writhing against every touch. Shivers rippled and rolled over the expanse of your body. Your toes curled as he pushed one and then two fingers in and out, pushing deep inside.

“Can this tight, little pussy take three?” Johnny growls.

“Oh my god, I…I—,” you whimper, you want it but you can barely say the words.

“The answer is ‘yes,’” he encourages you, “yes baby, you can.”

And he’s right. You take it, your pussy squeezing his fingers so hard that he lets out a long, raspy moan. He pumps into you. Faster, faster, and faster. Warm, warmer, warmest. Each time, he hits your spot so right that you have to fight to keep yourself from crying out his name. He pulls one finger out, leaving two behind to curl in a come-hither motion. And you can’t help it. You can’t stop it: a string of yelps and moans escape until you come all over his desk and all over his hand.

Deep breaths, in and out, and in and out are the only thing you can do to regain some semblance of composure. When you sit up, you see Johnny sitting on his office hair, leaning back his strong, veined hands working to unzip his pants. He pulls them down and his underwear just enough for his throbbing manhood to pop out, glistening with precum, the head unsheathed from his foreskin.

A satisfied chuckle releases itself from his throat as he looks at you, the skin on your chest and neck red, your hair cascading beneath you on the desk, and your legs glistening with your sex.

You lick of your lips at the sight of him. Long and just the right amount of girth.

Damn. You think to yourself. How lucky are you that this man, this cock, is yours?

You saunter over to him, placing your thighs just outside his. The office chair wobbles and wheels back a few centimeters as you sit on his lap, the outer folds of your pussy barely touching his cock.

You don’t even waste time by removing your bra, you just need him inside you. You line him up at your entrance with haste. Still so slick from your first orgasm, he is able to slide in easily. His eyes become bluer as you take him in completely. His mouth drops open as you squeeze, squeeze, squeeze to the same throbbing rhythm of his cock.

As you slide and roll your hips over him, the chair rolls and undulates with you. Both of your eyes grow wide at the feeling. The movement of the chair is making it better. He plants his feet firmly on the ground, the grip of his shoes providing him leverage to roll the chair back and forth, while you grind on him.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” you breath out, your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders as you move together.

The way the chair moves with both of you is like magic you never knew existed. The way he slid through your folds in a steady rhythm that began to grow faster and faster.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he grunts, his breaths growing erratic as he begins to pop his hips further into you.

You struggle with words, only finding whimpers, moans, and cries. As he drives into you, you roll your hips into him harder. He lets out a loud, deep moan, showing you the movement was just right. He loses his grip on the floor and leans back further, driving the chair into the bookshelf. The sudden jerking motion of the chair drives him deeper into as your hips slide down further onto him. You are a wordless mess of sweat and lust as Johnny hits your sweet spot over and over and over.

“Don’t care who hears anymore,” Johnny groans, his hands gripping at your hips and ass.

Any control you think you still have disappears. You arch your back and you move to throw back your head, feeling the point of no return edging closer and closer inside you.

“Look at me!” Johnny demands, pulling your face so there is nowhere else to look. “Are you my little slut?”

The way he continues to ram into you makes you lose every word you thought you had. All you can do is make a feeble attempt at a nod. Sweat rolls down Johnny’s temples and he grits his teeth while grasping your thighs, his cock driving into you with no mercy. You realize that your response is not enough.

“Say.”

Thrust.

“It.”

A second thrust.

“Out.”

Another thrust.

“Loud.”

And the hardest thrust to make you comply.

“Yes,” you swear breathlessly, “I—I’m your sl-slut.”

Your mouth drops open as you clench his cock repeatedly through your orgasm. Your entire body shivers and shakes through waves upon waves of pleasure. Johnny furrows his brow as you feel him begin to lose all control. Each move inside you becomes more frantic as he grips your ass and thighs, holding you to him, keeping you hostage. And with one final groan, he lets go and thrusts as hard as he can until he warms your walls with ropes of hot, white cum. It warms every part of your body as you take it in, making it a part of you.

Johnny’s office is silent save for the slowing of your breaths as you hold onto each other. You feel him soften inside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and caressing your derrière with a warm and loving touch. He looks up at you and sighs as you run your fingers through his golden hair.

“How are you even real?” He murmurs in awe. “You took that so fucking well.”

“Because it’s you, Johnny,” you whisper, “it’s always you.”

He keeps his gaze on you, his blue eyes shining in the light coming through the clerestory windows of his office.

“I love you,” he confesses, before pulling you in for a kiss full of everything you needed in a kiss, soft with love, hard with passion, and wet with desire. “I really fucking love you.”

The confession wraps you in a veil of joy and you are barely cognizant of anything around you. Why did you need to when everything you needed in that moment was right in front of you?

You snap to attention when you notice something glimmer at the office door.

“Johnny, I’ve been looking fo—oh my god!!!” You hear a voice say.

You and Johnny turn your wide eyes to the door and see his sister appear immediately before you.

“Oh my god, don’t you knock?!” Johnny cries out, while holding you close to him to protect whatever modesty you have left in the moment.

“Believe me, I wish I did!” She yells in a disgusted panic while covering her eyes. “J-just find me later, Johnny!”

Quicker than she phases in, his sister phases out of the office. An exhale leaves your chest, one you didn’t realize you are holding in. Johnny holds you tighter, his hands roaming up and down your arms, his eyes not once leaving your face.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Johnny murmurs, journeying his hand to cradle your face. “This really only means one thing.”

“Oh,” you pause, trying to work out the answer through the smile on his face, “what does it mean?”

“You’re just gonna have to officially meet my family.”

You can’t keep the smile from growing on your face before you kiss him like it’s your only job at that moment.

“How does Sunday dinner sound?”

[multific]

8 Types of Touches with Emperor Geta

Warnings: Hint of Smut, this is pure fluff and so out of character but who cares?

Holding Hands

He loved to hold your hand at all times. 

Let that be while you were standing or sitting next to him. At all times, he must hold your hand.

It was one of the many ways he showed you and the world that you belonged to him.

His fingers often caressed the back of your hand or the rings on your fingers.

During Gladiator games, he would have his hand in your lap as you two watched the games.

Such a small thing, yet it meant so much.

Gripping Your Arm

In his anger, sometimes he forgot he had his hand on you.

If his grip hurts, he will regret it immediately with all of his heart.

But most of the time, he realises what he is doing and would stop.

Or he would grip your arm with love, asserting his dominance and care for you.

The last thing he would allow is for a senator to make any kind of negative comment about you. With a firm grip on your arm, Geta stood in silence. The calm before the storm as they say.

Resting Their Head On Your Shoulder

Only during private moments did he allow himself to rest his head on your shoulder. 

When all the worries got to his head, he would pull you close, hold you by your hips and rest his head against your shoulders.

Admittedly, you did this a lot more than him.

Every chance you got, when it felt appropriate, you would place your head on his shoulder. 

His hands always held you close during those times.

Forehead Against Forehead

Oh, he would never admit it, but he loves this one.

Doesn't matter when or where.

Open or closed eyes.

Geta loves having your forehead pressed against his.

It is such a sweet and intimate way of being close to someone.

Breathing the other one in as the world around you just moved.

Sometimes, you would even kiss him softly on the lips.

Oh yes, this was definitely his favourite. 

Rubbing Your Arm

The gesture to calm you or keep you calm in stressful situations.

You would also do this to him many times. Admittedly, with a lot less success than he does.

Sometimes, during the day, he would just suddenly stop in front of you, making you look up at him with a question in your eyes and you would just reach out, rubbing his arms, helping him calm down.

Stroking Your Back

He loved to run his fingers down your back. 

Especially in the mornings when you lay next to him, naked, his fingers would run along your skin, enjoying how soft it was as you were still asleep.

He would start with his fingers running from your shoulder blades, down to your ass and then right up your spine. 

He enjoyed those moments a lot, his lips would often follow his touch.

Touching Your Neck

It could either be the sweetest and kindest touch. 

A gesture to make sure you were okay. 

To make sure you are comfortable.

Or it could possibly be the power he had over you. Choking you while he fucked you was possibly the best. He always made sure to allow you to breathe.

But only on his terms.

Touching Your Inner Thigh

Strangely, these kinds of touches with Geta were always sweet.

It was usually after your nightly activities.

He always got so sweet and kind even if he was choking you moments before and making you beg to cum.

You would just simply lay next to him, enjoying the calm moment when his hands would begin to roam, from your knee to your hip and finally to your inner thigh.

A/N: This one might have a follow-up with types of kisses. I might also plan on writing one for Acacius and Caracalla, let me know if you are interested!

Gladiator II Collection

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[joequinn4thewin]

Ready to be president of the Flaming hearts fan club 🔥🤍

I painted this shit with my littles hands and I am kinda proud lol

[tightjeansjavi]

on the contrary to popular belief, Geta does not know how to eat pussy. Nor has he ever wanted to learn or cared to because hello! His pleasure matters more than his concubines, duh 🙄 that is until he meets his match; his empress and she is the first and only woman he will ever go down on 🙂‍↕️ he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, but she’s such a good teacher that he learns the art of pussy eating fairly fast and once he starts…he can’t stop 🤭 (not that she would want him to stop cum onnn)

Ohhh but once he gets good at it there’s nothing more he loves than his face buried in her cunt and drawing those noises out of her !!! He turns into a pussy fiend

[websterss]

JUST TRYING TO BE BRAVE — ERIC (AQPDO)

REQUEST: A request for Eric from A Quiet Place: Day One The reader only knows of one way to calm him whilst he's having a panic attack during the madness, and they gently let him rest against their chest and listen to their heartbeat until he calms down <3

WARNING(S): SLIGHT SPOILERS, fluff, angst, panic attacks

WORD COUNT: 1,286

PAIRING: Eric x fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed! I didn’t know where you wanted the reader to calm him down so you get a two-for-one scenario fic lmfao <33

MASTERLIST

You don’t know what you would’ve done if you hadn’t run into Sam like you and Eric had. You two probably would have continued to wander the discarded vacant streets of New York, had you decided not to follow the cat.

Sam had been insistent on you both leaving her be with her cat, but at last she got used to your presence. Now as you shelter in her abandoned home, watching and hearing the rain fall from the windows, you can’t help but feel relieved those creatures can’t hear your beloved's panicked inhales and exhales.

“Eric, it’s okay! You’re alright. We’re okay!” He only shakes his head at your reassured comments. Your consolation this time wasn’t doing the trick to calm him down, if you hadn’t run out you would have given him his prescribed anxiety meds. “It’s okay. They can’t hear us up here right now. You’re okay. We’ve made it this far haven’t we?” You breathe out a laugh as you cup his face. He barely musters a nod before his eyes close again, you could imagine the tornado spinning around in his chest. Wreaking havoc on his sanity and any small chance of serenity. You could imagine it all. You could see the panic, the fear in his eyes, making his chest rise and fall rapidly as he struggled to maintain his breath. “Do you want to try it again, what your doctor recommended us to do? Your head pressed on my chest. Match your breathing to the rhythm of each beat of my heart…” You trailed off letting him take the lead.

At your suggestion, he nods slowly, his eyes closing as he reaches out for your hands again. "O-Okay..." Eric tried to take deep breaths, but they came out as panicked stutters.

You sat back against the sofa, allowing space for him to rest against your chest. You began to steady your rhythmic pace, knowing it only worked if you were just as calm and relaxed. You press a gentle kiss against his curls. As his breathing slows to a soft inhale and exhale. He tuned out everything around him. Hearing every thump, feeling every minor skip in your chest. He felt your steadiness, felt the caresses in his hair. The strong warm hold of your other arm as you held him close. He could feel you, hear every intake of air. You were present for him, and he was welcoming the stillness the moment allowed for you both to have once again. He guessed as much though just how the rest of your lives would dissolve into, a world of quiet.

It seemed heavenly at first, but otherworldly frightening, knowing he might just have to savor the small moments where he’d get to hear your voice again. Just as he was doing now.

Once you registered his slackened jaw and relaxed shoulders, you assumed as much that he had fallen asleep. You didn’t dare move. Your fingers continued to rake through his hair as he had succumbed to sleep. You couldn't help but feel relieved that he had calmed down and been able to find some rest. The rain continued to patter against the windows, its soothing sound acting as a natural lullaby to ease your nerves. As you held him close, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from his peaceful face.

“What started the attacks?” Sam watches you both from the windows.

“Moving far from home. His parents were so proud of him for following through with law school, but he was devastated to leave them. I completely out of mind in love with him, made the biggest jump of my life following him to the U.S.”

“Do you ever regret it?”

You peer up at Sam with glistened eyes. “N-No. I wouldn’t be sane going through this apocalypse without him. Whatever this whole mess is!” You exclaimed quietly. You look down at him, brushing back his curls. “I’d regret it more if I hadn’t followed him here. I can’t imagine what he would’ve done all alone, if he’d survived it this far. I think he would. I wonder if he’d have met you just the same if I wasn’t here. I’d have been thankful just the same though, Sam. For letting him stick with you.” You choke back a sob, your smile widening at the corners. Sam only nods, turning her head away from your vulnerable confession. You didn’t take it to the heart. Who knew what pain she was going through herself.

As you spoke to Sam, your voice quivered with a mix of love and vulnerability. You could feel the weight of your words hanging in the air, and for a moment, it was as if the world outside faded away, leaving only the three of you to navigate this strange new reality. You couldn’t help but wonder how Eric would have fared if you hadn't been by his side, a thought that sent a shiver down your spine. With bated breaths, you turned your focus back to him, sleeping peacefully in your arms.

-

“Eric baby please!” You swish around in the water, eyes glistening as you look up at the creature crawling out from the hole on the roof. Sam had taken a more firmer approach. Holding her hand over his mouth. You had caught him about to squeak, before Sam shushed him. His need to express his panic in screams was hard to muffle.

You moved as quietly as you could in the water. Making your way to take over Sam’s place. Eric only shook his head at you. You had to nod, to remind him to stay calm.

“Eric, we need to slow your heart.”

“N-No, no, no.” He muttered. “I can’t…”

“You can, you can. Baby, look at me.” You whispered harshly, gripping his face like Sam had done. In a more serene and calm scenario, your softer touch would have been your go-to, but not when that thing was getting closer. “I’m scared right now, I’m scared too, but we need to get you back on track. I need you to focus and match your breathing to mine, right now!” Your eyes plead with him. “Please!”

His eyes were wide with fear, pupils dilated and breaths shallow. The panic was clearly taking over him as water dipped into his mouth, making it difficult for him to focus on anything other than the impending danger. Despite his obvious distress, he nodded slightly, trying his best to calm himself down. As you held his face, he tried to match his breathing to yours, each breath a struggle for control over the mounting fear. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to stay grounded in the presence of your touch.

"I got you. D-Deep breaths…" You barely whisper to him, your frequency morphing into mouthed words.

He took a shaky breath, shuddering as he attempted to follow your instructions. Your steady presence grounded him to the moment.

You didn't hesitate to place his head on your chest. You placed your hand on the back of his head, rubbing his wet hair back and forth in hopes of reassuring him. You tread lightly backwards, keeping your sights on the beast behind you three.

Eric pressed his ear against your chest, the sound of your steady heartbeat providing a calming rhythm to focus on. His breaths were still shaky, but with your hand on the back of his head, soothing in soft caresses, he slowly began to calm down. He closed his eyes and let himself be guided through the water, trusting your instincts to lead the way. Trusting both Sam and you to get him far away from the damned creature.

[littlelioncub43]

Ok but babying Eddie after a long day at work is the thot. (Be gentle, this is my first attempt at writing a fic in years 🪦)

He's been pulling longer and longer shifts down at the garage, wanting to make just a little more money so he can take care of you. He hates being away from you for so long, but he hates the idea of making you pay for things even more.

You hear the front door of your shared apartment close followed by his keys landing haphazardly in the bowl. He kicks his boots off and hangs his leather jacket up with heavy limbs before practically stomping down the hall to the couch. Just from the sound of his footsteps you can tell he's especially tired.

"Hey, baby," you coo to him in a gentle voice, smiling as he makes a tired little sound and beelines to lay his head in your lap. "Long day?" You ask as you start to rub his back in slow circles, noticing how his eyes shut to bask in the tenderness of your touch.

"Mmhmm... so many broken cars... too many, one might say," he responds in a tired voice and sighs. "And my hands hurt."

"Aww, I'm sorry, honey," you smile as you baby him, starting to lightly scratch his back the way he likes which earns you a pleased groan of relaxation. You love when he's like this, it's adorable how pouty and sweet he can get when he's tired. The guilt of seeing how worn out he is makes you want to dote on him, so you do. "Do you wanna go shower? You'll feel better when you're all cleaned up."

"Mm..." Eddie whines and wrinkles his nose at the thought of getting up right now.

"I can wash your hair for you?" You offer with a smile, your hand still scratching his back.

Now, that gets his attention.

"With your shampoo?" He peeks an eye open to look up at you.

"Sure," you say through a soft giggle, watching as a wide grin spreads across his face.

"I suppose I could go for a shower."