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ro-is-struggling · 1 month

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First Impressions || Johnny Storm x Reader

Summary: the story of how you and Johnny met the morning after he slept with your roommate

THIS IS PART 1 OF MY MINI-SERIES FIREPROOF! Masterlist + info HERE

Warnings: Johnny is a bit of an ass (but that’s kinda like his thing in this lol)

English is not my first language

Word count: 1200

Notes: this is a lot shorter than the rest of the parts will be bucause originally it was only going to be a flashback, but I hope you guys like it!!

Johnny was being careful this time, tiptoeing down the hallway as he got dressed. He had learned the hard way that shoes were best left for last, they made a lot of noise when he stepped on the wooden boards that creaked under his feet and alerted the girl sleeping on the bed to his intentions. That wasn't a mistake he would make again —not after the scene Kate made when she discovered him trying to flee the morning after he met her—, so now he always made sure to put his shoes on once he was out of his latest conquest's apartment.

He thought he was in the clear. The front door was in his vision and he could still hear the subtle sound of Allie's? —he wanted to say that was her name, but wasn't sure— snoring coming from the room. However, the sound of someone clearing their throat made him stop in his tracks. Turning around, Johnny found you sitting at the kitchen island eating breakfast.

“Sneaking out, huh?” your eyes didn't lift from your phone as you spoke to him. But you didn't need to do so to know he had an uncomfortable expression on his face at having been caught in the act.

“No.” Johnny lied. “I just...”

“I have commitment issues that won't let me stay to say goodbye to the girl who sucked my dick the night before?” You answered for him, finally looking up to look at him. “I figured.”

“I was going to say I have an early class... but I guess that works too.”

“Oh, an early class, sure.” Your unimpressed tone let Johnny know you didn't believe him one bit.

As he awkwardly put on his shoes he took a moment to get a better look at you. He remembered that Allie —let's go with that— had told him she had a roommate and now that he got a better look at you, your face looked familiar. He had definitely seen you around campus and probably had taken some classes together, but he couldn't think of your name if his life depended on it. He wasn't very good at it, apparently.

“Are those pancakes?” Johnny asked curiously, his stomach growling at the smell of food. It made sense given that the night before he'd barely eaten before going straight to business.

“Yes... You want some?” You looked at him with an arched eyebrow and he nodded enthusiastically.

“Please!” He didn't wait for your response before approaching the kitchen and taking a seat next to you. He helped himself to a plate as if he were in his own home, groaning with pleasure as he put a bite of food in his mouth.

“What about your early class?”

“Oh, my buddy can cover for me.” Johnny spoke with a mouthful of food and you let out a giggle.

It was honestly surreal to have Johnny Storm, the womanizer everyone on campus swooned over, having breakfast in your apartment. Your friend had been trying to get his attention for a long time —and somehow you always ended up in the middle of it—, but when she asked you to disappear for a night from the apartment you didn't think it was because of him. You were happy for her, but at the same time you hoped she hadn't gotten her hopes up for him. Johnny wasn't a complete asshole, but from the way he tried to sneak away without being discovered you couldn't imagine that anything good would come of it. And from the way your friend talked about him, you doubted she'd settle for a one-night stand. So it was your job to protect her from her own heart and the antics of the biggest player on campus.

“You want some coffee?” You asked him after a moment of silence. Your voice seemed to snap him out of a trance, forcing him to stop thinking about how delicious those pancakes were and bring his attention back to reality.

“Sure!” He nodded with a smile and you got up to get a clean cup.

You poured him a cup of hot coffee fresh from the pot. The scent flooded the room and you could see in Johnny's tired eyes how much he wanted to savor the steaming liquid. When you placed the cup on the counter he reached out for it. However, you pulled it away before his fingers could close around the handle.

“What are your intentions with my friend?”

Johnny's confused expression turned to an amused one as he realized he had fallen into your trap. “Oh, it was a trick coffee. I see.”

“Yes, coffee is for talkers. Now talk.”

He laughed at your accusatory tone, but when he noticed your stern expression he realized you were serious. “I don't know, we're just getting to know each other.” Johnny said, scratching the back of his head. Actually he did know the answer to your question. He wasn't a fan of serious relationships, but he never ruled out the possibility of a casual second meeting with anyone.

“Well, you better figure it out! And you better tell Ellie about it!”

Oh, so that was her name!

“I mean it, she is a sweet girl and she's been trying to get your attention for a long time. She doesn't deserve to have you messing with her.”

“I wasn't going to!” Johnny threw his hands up in the air in a defensive manner. “If anything I was trying to let her know my stance on the relationship by sneaking out but you kinda ruined it. So if anything, it's your fault.”

“Please tell me you're joking.” You huffed, unable to believe what you were hearing. Although from the reputation he had on campus, you shouldn't be surprised. “Sneaking out is not communication! It only creates more confusion. You have to use your words, like the rest of us grown ups.”

“But talking about it makes everything more... messy and complicated.”

“Well, you better make it less complicated real fast or I will.” You threatened him, finally passing him the cup of coffee you had held hostage to make sure Johnny heard you. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma'am!” he assured you with an amused smile before raising the cup to his lips.

Johnny couldn't describe exactly what it was, but there was something about you that he really liked. The way you snapped at him, using that tone of voice that was at times serious and at times sarcastic, was refreshing. He was used to women reacting in the opposite way to his presence —always watching what they said and acting flirtatious to get his attention. Most of the time it took him ages to understand what they wanted or expected from him because they refused to be direct. He was not a mind reader and had no time to waste, so he appreciated your honesty, even if it was a bit brutal. He knew at that moment that he wanted to get to know you better. There was something that told him that your story wasn't over, even if his relationship with Ellie was.

And he wasn't wrong.

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komotionlessqueenmm · 19 days

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Storm & Blaze

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Short story # 22

Gifs NOT mine.

Summary - You were once friends with Reed, and when he calls asking for some assistance on a project, you're happy to offer him a helping hand. But the moment you enter the lab, Johnny finds himself completely smitten. And when he learns who and what you are, he truly believes you're the one for him.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 10 minutes

Johnny is OOC af but what do you expect?

"Wait so why can't you finish this project?" Johnny asked for the fifth time in the past hour. Ben groaned in annoyance. "I told you, an old friend of mine has the final piece to this project." Reed explained, growing impatient waiting for his old companion. "What do you mean they have the final piece?" Johnny pried, confused as to why someone Reed hadn't spoke to in years, would have something so important to him. "Look you're just going to have to-" But Reed was cut off when the lab doors swung open, a woman dressed in a black leather jacket, with a large chain wrapped diagonally across her torso, skin tight skinny jeans, and killer combat boots, strutted in as if she owned the place. "You're finally here." Reed breathed a sigh of relief, while the others were stunned into a silence. "Sorry about that, ran into some trouble on my way over." She said with a cunning grin, her voice making Johnny's heart jump in his chest. "Everything okay?" Reed asked as he met her halfway across the large lab. "Nothing I couldn't handle." She shrugged casually, her eyes practically glowing as she looked at the others.

"Oh right." Reed chuckled before turning to his friends, ushering (Y/n) over to them silently. "Guys this is my old friend (Y/n) Blaze." Reed introduced her to them, Susan approaching her first. "It's great to finally meet you, I'm Susan Storm." She smiled brightly at (Y/n), who shook her hand with a kind grin. "This is my brother-" She turned to introduce her brother, only for him to practically shove his way passed her. "Johnny Storm." He stuck his hand out with a charming smile, his skin feeling hot when she shook his hand. "Ben Grimm." The largest of the group introduced, offering his hand for a moment, then pulling away thinking better on it. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you all." (Y/n) hummed with an amused grin, her attention turning to Reed when he grasped her elbow. "I'm really glad you came." He said, silently leading her to the equipment he was working on. "Let's get to it." (Y/n) mused, sensing his eagerness to get on with it. "It's right over here. I probably should have waiting before installing it, but the rod is just through here." Reed pointed to the small gap in the side of the machine. (Y/n) peered inside, her eyes landing on a rod that glew a dull shade of purple. "What do you need me to do?" She asked as she observed the rest of the mechanism.

"Essentially I need you to give it a jump start... You know... With your ability." He murmured the last part, feeling a little guilty for dragging her all the way out here for something that seemed a little trivial. "What's it for?" She asked as she faced her old friend, ignoring the eyes that practically burned into the side of her head. "It's a machine that will contain Johnny's powers, in case he looses control, or just needs to let off some steam." Reed winced at the pun, clearing his throat. "What's his power exactly?" (Y/n) asked curiously, and before Reed had a chance to explain, Johnny appeared at her side. "I can control fire." He said with a charming smile, allowing his hand and forearm to burst into flames. "That's ironic." (Y/n) chuckled as she smiled at Reed, who found her words equally amusing. Though Johnny, Susan, and Ben were a bit confused. "Alright back up, don't know how this will go." (Y/n) said as she turned her attention back to the machine. Reed and Johnny took her advice, and stepped several feet away. "You ever tell them about me?" She asked as she glanced back at her old friend, who looked a bit bashful. "No I didn't." He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little bad, despite the fact that they hadn't been close in years. "Okay. Well no matter what happens, don't touch me." (Y/n) said as she looked to the others, who seemed confused though they still nodded their heads in agreement.

Content with that, (Y/n) turned back to the machine, reaching her arm deep into the gap, until her fingers wrapped around the rod. Susan wanted to protest, knowing it wasn't safe for anyone to touch the rod with their bare hands, but Reed stopped her, placing a comforting hand onto her shoulder. (Y/n) shuddered at the electrifying sensation that burned up her arm. "Fuck." She breathed out softly, tapping just barely into her power. Her eyes glew brightly as the rod began blazing with life, a horrifying screeching sound echoed throughout the lab. Everyone but (Y/n) clutched their ears, hissing in pain. (Y/n) grunted a gutteral primal sound, her skin burning and turning a bright shade of red. "Let go!" Reed hollered, knowing it had done the trick, and if she kept at it, she might actually bring the machine to life. (Y/n) hissed as she released the now bright glowing rod, pulling her arm out to inspect the damage. Susan gasped at the sight of (Y/n)'s fingers, which had turned a deep shade of black. The woman seemed unconcerned about the development however, wiggling her fingers to make sure they still worked before letting her arm fall back to her side.

"You did it!" Reed gushed as he rushed around the machine to run a few tests. "Glad to help." (Y/n) hummed, her skin slowly cooling, and fading back to its natural tone. "What the fuck?" Johnny breathed out in utter surprise, having been watching her closer than anyone else. (Y/n) glanced his way, and shot him a casual wink. "How did you do that?" Susan asked in astonishment, approaching the machine she had thought would be a lost cause. "He really didn't tell you guys anything about me huh." (Y/n) said with a chuckle, shaking her head a little with a grin. "He never even told us your name." Ben stated gruffly. "Sounds about right." (Y/n) said with an amused roll of her eyes. "Are any of you familiar with the name Johnny Blaze?" She asked as she moved to lean against a large metal table. "Wasn't he that stunt motorcyclist?" Ben asked, to which (Y/n) nodded in agreement. "And my father." She added, the news making Johnny wince inwardly, knowing he shared the same first name as her father. "Didn't he like go awol and disappear years ago?" Ben asked, and (Y/n) clicked her tongue. "Something like that I suppose. Anyways the point is he made a mistake when he was younger, a futile attempt to save his dad. He sold his soul to a demon by the name of Mephisto." She could see the skeptical looks in each of their eyes, something she was used to.

"Anyways it changed him, he was unknowingly bonded with another demon by the name of Zarathos. It's where his power comes from." She thought for a moment before correcting herself. "Came from." She shrugged casually, and while they seemed to find her story odd, they listened intently. "And well when I was a teenager I made the exact same mistake as my father. In exchange for annulling my father's contract, I would take his place, and take up the mantle of Ghost Rider." She licked her lips, pushing off of the table. "I sold my soul, and became a spirit of vengeance." She said as she held her hands out at her sides. Reed had come back around the machine just in time to see her burst into flames, her skin muscle and tissue melting away in an instant, leaving her a skeleton, her clothes unaffected by the flames. The laugh that rumbled in her hollow chest, sounded like the devil himself. Susan had jumped back in surprise, Ben watched with curiosity, And it took everything in Johnny not to tackle her in a hug. Feeling as if he'd found the other half of his soul, his eyes sparkled with astonishment, hypnotized by the flames that lapped at where her skin had been.

Without really thinking Johnny strode towards her, feeling the intense heat of her flames with every step. "Flame on." He muttered as he neared her, ruining his clothes that burned away the instant his body engulfed in flames. (Y/n) observed him with a small tilt of her head, her bony hand reaching out to touch his chest. Another laugh rumbled from her, sounding sinister and dangerous. "(Y/n)." Reed called out to her, afraid she might try using her Penance Stare on Johnny. She looked at Reed for a moment, then back to Johnny, who couldn't tare his eyes away from her. "Johnny what are you doing?" Susan hissed at her brother, who ignored her, as he placed his hands onto (Y/n)'s waist, surprised to find that she didn't feel like a skeleton, but a whole person. (Y/n) in turn wrapped her arms around his neck, anticipating what he might do next. "Don't so anything stupid!" Susan hissed at her brother. Who tightened his grip, and pulled (Y/n) flush against his chest, her clothes still unaffected by the added heat, he suddenly flew them out of the tower. The demonic sound of her laughter made something buzz in Johnny's chest, as he flew them far from New York, and high into the great rocky mountains.

When he landed, they simultaneously extinguished their flames. Leaving Johnny standing there as naked as the day he was born, and (Y/n) looking human once more. "Couldn't keep your hands to yourself huh?" She asked with a teasing grin, still standing chest to chest with him. "Not really." He admitted with a smirk, observing the fine details of her face. "I feel like I'm being pulled towards you, like I'm meant to hold you in my arms." Johnny admitted, more sincere about his admission, than anything else in his life. "I just told you I sold my soul to a demon, and that I am bonded with another demon. And you're infatuated." (Y/n) chuckled with a grin, humming in her throat when Johnny nodded his head in agreement. "You might just be the strangest man I've ever met." She added in a playful tone. "But you like strange don't you?" Johnny asked, slowly inching his face closer to (Y/n)'s. "What makes you so sure?" She taunted, despite finding herself leaning in as well. "We were made for eachother." Johnny stated confidently, finally closing the gap between them. Fire ignited at their feet, and made its way further up their legs, stopping just at their chests as they deepened the kiss.

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popeheywardssecretgf · 1 year

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if u guys wants to read a Chris Evans fanfic u can see my story “Mutuals” on wattpad by “messils83” <3

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Silver Fox Saturday with Silver Fox Johnny and his ember 😍

“I’m not here for you.” He feels minor disappointment when you press your hand into his chest to keep him at a distance.

And he’s mildly annoyed that you appearing at Baxter Building, after leaving the bed empty this morning, wearing something to drive him wolf. It was a tight little black leather skirt and black knit sweater tucked into the band that made him salivate, even the cardigan you threw over was driving him wild.

“Baby-“ Johnny whined, his eyes taking you in from head to toe, drinking you in with growing huger pains and fire starting to burn his fingertips.

“Valeria and I are going to get our nails done, and I have to pack after for Germany.” You trapped your fingers against his chest, a purr building in his chest before it came screeching to a halt at the mention of Germany.

“What the fuck-“ Johnny’s cathartic reaction to the country and your intention to still go had been overshadowed by Reed’s voice of reason.

“She’s going with me, Johnny.” Reed stepped past the two of you onto the way to the kitchen, side-eyeing Johnny when the latter had given him a dirty look.

“Germany with Reed-“

“-and a half dozen other interns. Are you jealous?” You bit on the inside of your cheek to stave off your grin, dropping one hand from his chest to place it on your hip.

“Jealous of Reed?” Johnny huffed, steam appearing to rise from his head. “Reed taking my girlfriend to Germany for a week and a half-“

“I’m not your girlfriend-“ you teased, knowing he hadn’t even officially asked yet.

“-and its not a week and a half.” Reed had joined you in countering his point on his way out of the kitchen, lightly flicking the side of Johnny’s head. “You have trials anyway-“

“So you’re going to get your nails done, and then going to abandon me…” Johnny groaned, snatching you around the waist to yank you to his chest. “My girlfriend-“

“Not your girlfriend-“

“The hell you’re not.” He growled against you, nipping that sensitive spot on your neck that made you week. “You’re mine, ember. And if you’re going to forget that-“

For the second time he was interrupted, his attempt to make you weak against him broken by Valeria and her arrival from upstairs. She had inherently commented at first but after Johnny had refused to back off when she passed, she addressed him with an exaggerated sigh.

“I have to go, bye.” You pulled away and ducked under his arm, sticking your tongue out at him when he tried reaching for you again.

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 2 years

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Johnny and the Revenge

REBLOGS & CoMMENTS WELCOME don't repost or publish or translate anywhere

Thanks to bratz

Warning: none its just angst and fluff but I always put 18+ out are responsible for what you read

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"Hey"

"Not in the mood Johnny"

"What's with you"

"I'm having a bad day ok save your stupid comments and save your pick ups for someone else."

I looked at the floor not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me upset. Sometimes we did have playful banter but sometimes he was an absolute jerk

"What happened who hurt you?"

I scoffed,"Leave me alone Johnny"

"I'm trying to be your friend here"

"Yea well thats the problem my friends suck."

He just stared at me. :I felt like he was looking me up and down."

"Is that all I get."

"Its more than you deserve"

"Hey I-"

"Don't want to be a notch on your bedpost" "Johnny"

"Hey I'm not your seem really upset I'm genuinely trying to be nice."

"Well my friend basically strung me along and then treated me like shit. I'm wondering if it was all a joke to her and her actual friends to just embarrass me involving me inviting me to something important and then uninviting me last minute."

"Ouch" his eyebrows furrowed a bit and as I continued my explanation his kind smile turned into a tight lip scowl.

"Yea I didnt even know I was uninvited so I asked her where I was and I dont know it seemed like a pity invite to the ceremony and the after reception party. "So I just I"

Oh screw it I thought "I don't have many friends and I really thought she I don't know."

Hi jaw ticket as his eyes roamed my face he took a second but right before I went to walk away he stopped me.

"I totally get that you want to ya know just wallow with zone with fuzzy socks and blankets watching a movie with cherry ice cream but-"

How the hell does he know what I like to do

"How about revenge instead?"

"Johnny as much as I'm mad at her I dont want to hurt her. As much as I hate to admit it I still care about her."

"It's not hurting her its showing her how," he thought "I wanna word this right- awesome you are."

"I'm listening."

"Bring me as your date."

"Johnny"

"No. No. Hey I promise I will stand with you I won't look at anyone else and ill pretend d to be all over you."

"How can you pretend to be all over someone?"

"Well ok I'd have to actually be all over you but-"

"Johnny"

"No I promise I'll be respectful." Throwing his hands up to show his intentions again. Maybe he should just keep them up there

"I cant believe I'm about to say this but fine."

He shows up the day of 10 minutes after the party started to we arrive late so all eyes are on us. Which I hate. But if anyone knows how to garner attention and put a party on its head it's Johnny Storm.

"It's her wedding celebration"

"No its an after party and she did invite you."

begrudgingly I agree if the is anything Johnny is good at its being an asshole and knowing how to get attention.

He knocks on my door.

I open it- He looks me over

"nice dress l," he nodds "You're not wearing that." He pushes past me and goes into my room to look through my clothes.

"Wha- Johnny whats wrong with a black dress?"

"After parties are like clubs and no one goes to clubs in a little black dresses." He paused "Well not one like that"

"Put this on"

He hands me a fuschia pink sequined dress. That is usually fairly skin tight but in all the right places and loose in others.

"Johnny no this is"

"Perfect for a club. Trust me."

"Fine. Get out."

"What I'm just-"

"I need to change."

"Oh uh"

He turned around everything! There was mirror behind him and he actually looked shocked worries or confused as he could see me in it. It looked like he was t sure what to do. I'm not sure but definitely nothing to make me think it was a sneaky thing to try and see me undress.

I shook my head and went in the bathroom.

It didnt take me long to change.

"I feel rediulous." I said opening the door

I'm sure-" then he was facing me

"You look hot"

"I feel like I look like a striper"

"Maybe you'll make some extra money tonight."

"That it I'm staying home."

"I'm kidding I'm kidding I'm sorry. You do look amazing though."

I can't help but blush.

We walk in and its dark people are everywhere dancing and talking and Johnny is right this is more like a club than a wedding celebration.

I can feel everyone staring I go to put my hands over my chest to block it from view when Johnny grabs my hand.

"Relax no one is going to touch you. Well no one but me." I new he had a shit eating grim without having to look at him.

I hear people go:

"Thats the human torch."

"Whose that with him?" And other similar comments. And I suddenly want to puke. He squeezes my hand in reassurance. Its like he knows everything I'm feeling which is creepy.

"You're not telepathic are you?"

"No I just know you." He wisperes in my ear. Really really closely in my ear.

I feel a sudden surge of warmness in my hand it's comforting I look at him and smile.

My friend comes over

Pulling me towards her away from Johnny.

I don't know why but I look back and he nodded in encouragement as he rolled his eyes at a very pretty girl putting his hands on him and practically shoved her as I saw him walk to where drinks are.

"Oh my God is that Johnny Storm?" She was already close to the tipsy vs drunk line.

"Yea"

"Why didn't you tell me you two were together?"

"W-I dont know know never came up."

"Never came up? That's not something that needs a segue.

"Well I-" shit we didn't plan this part.

"So how long you have to tell me everything!"

"Not much to tell," I hear Johnny as he hands me a beer and I sigh in relief.

"Had to beg her to dump the shlub she was seeing and date me."

"Who were you seeing before him. How do I not know this?"

Shruged.

"Never came up?"

"Anyway this one has me wrapped around her finger."

I turn to look at him and say something amd he catches my mouth in his for an open kiss and I could tell he was holding back as he kept pulling his tounge back. Who knew Johnny Storm had restraint.

I'm not sure who parted from whom but I was a bit taken back and breathless.

"Uh sorry about him" I cleared my throat looking at him he actually looked diffrent I think because he was quiet?

"Johnny we're in public."

He let out a breath as he drank beer.

"Careful alcohol fuels fire."

It was late when we left Johnny of course was the center of the party

I kept thinking about Johnny.. he was digfrrnt and sweet and practically all over me but respectful all the same.. Then the next week I walk to get my mail from the mail boxes Johnny was there too, its normally how we run into each other. But he as on the phone so I didn't bother him to say hi; but I do hear him

"You should have seen the way she was acting it was so pathetic that fact I had to go with her, her hands were all over me it was pathetic I was like please its nothing I mean like if anything it was community service"

I let out a small gasp I didnt know I even did that as my hand went to my mouth.

Johnny still smirking and laughing turned

"Hey no wait I wasn't talking about you."

He ran after me.

"Just leave me alone Johnny." I turn around and yell. Running away.

Childish?

Yes.

But warranted.

He was sitting in front of my door and I heard a sniff. His head hanging down.

"What are you doing here?"

He looked up at me red eyed his face a little blochy but not much.

"Can we talk?"

"I think you've talked enough for tonight"

He leaned his entire body back on the door.

"Can I please get in my appartment. I may be pathetic but I'm still nice enough not want you to hit your head when I open the door i have an iron coat stand and if you hit it I'm frankly not sure I'd even call paramedics."

"Please" his voice was small.

I dont think Johnny could act this so I agreed.

"Five minutes. "

He jumped up and snuffed again when I walked in I got him a tissue to blow his nose.

"I wasnt talking about you. I know how it sounded but. When you were talking to some people I had stepped away for a bit a few times actually- remember? Anyway I went to get us some more drinks and this girl was begging me to walk her to the bathroom because she was supposedly scared. Which it was such a lie and bad acting but she kept tugging on my arm as I walked so I agreed just so she'd leave me alone her hands were all over me. It was pathetic she was acting like I was there with her and it felt like I was sentanced to community service. I wasn't talking about you I swear. I'm the one who begged you to go. Why would I-"

"You didnt exactly beg me Johnny. You'd said I'd get revenge."

"It worked didnt it?"

He looked at me like he was waiting for a response "On social everyone does keep mentioning you and us and not the actual wedding or the dress".

"See" he walked closer to me. And put his hand on my cheek. I didn't pull away. I didnt want to leave his warmth.

"If I'm sorry if you that or rather that you thought I-. I know I'm not exactly. I know what's said about me but when I saw you gasp and run away I - I was terrified you'd never talk to me again."

Why? We never talk much anyway

"Because I just kinda" he mumbled the rest of his sentance.

Sorry what?

He mumbled again

Johnny I'm serious I really can't

"I didn't think you'd actually give me the time of day ok? I mean you're always around in pretty outfits you're not trying too hard you always smile at people give them complement. You're even nice to me."

He looked down. "And I can never pick you up."

"Wait you were seriously flirting with me all those times but you-"

"Yea."0p

He puts his handsim his pockets

"You're a really bad flirt cause I thought you were being a cheeky asshole."

"I uh kinda got nervous around you but when I saw you sad I-I figured if I could helped you'd want me around andI didnt have to worry about messing up some stupid pick up line.

Is that I mean its probably five minutes I know I promised I should."

Johnny go sit on the couch ill get you some water.

I handed him the water bottle as I sat down next to him and leaned my head on his shoulder.

"You seriously wanted to date ME? No one wants to date me."

"Are you kidding everyone wants to."

I scoff "ok ill admit the stares in the store are nice for my ego, I mean if I think I look ok but but-"

"Stares?"He seemed to get mad.

"Down boy what do you mean everyone wants to."

"We always talk about how gorgeous you are and what we'd do to you i-"

"Ok I get it."I blush

"And Sue likes you"

"She likes everyone"

"No she just pretends"

"She likes you Reed likes you Ben he says you wouldn't give me the time of day thinks you're too good for me. I mean he's right but-"

"Johnny You may be a flirt and a-"

"Manwhore"

"I'm not that convinced of that but I know there's a good man in there somewhere.

Actually that's a lie"

He looked up me like he was a China doll that is falling to the ground. Part of me felt bad but he had me upset tonight too.

"The good man is sitting right here in front of me. "

His shoulders drop on relief.

"You think so?"

"Granted it was to take over my friends wedding but you made me feel better and happy and God I cant believe I'm about to say this and I will deny this if anyone finds out but you made me feel special. You're around models 24/7 and you wanted to pretend to go on a date me?"

"W-wait you didnt you didn't think that was an actual date?" He looked hurt his eyes were slightly wider his gave had a a bit of surprised mixed with a

"Well I thought I mean you were."

It looked like he was pounting it was cute.

I thought it was just pretend cause you were helping me get back at my friend but it is a pretty good first date.

But I do have one question

"Yea?"

"Where do you wanna go for our second?"

The kiss he gave me right there had nothing on our first kiss. And lasted so much longer.

Later on My feet were curled up under me and my head was resting on his chest with his arm around my shoulder. Just being in each others presence cuddling or checking something on our phones was just so, so comfortable, natural. Like breathing.And every time the fire started to die out out he'd flick his hand and it was roaring again.

"Wait Johnny"

"Yea"

"When I ran why didn't you come after me"

"You told me to stop. to not."

"I was upset. That didn't mean I didn't want you to try. And you ever cheat on me I'll- I" stopped and then laughed darkly.

"You'll what"

"Well its no fun to tell you"

"Sue, Reed and Ben were right," I thought "Johnnys got it bad for me and teasing him is oh so easy."

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eccentricallygothic · 7 months

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|| The Storms ||

Description: A day in the life of the Storm family.

Pairing: Dad!Johnny Storm | Mom!You.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Johnny Storm.

Warning(s): None of the explicit sort. Fluff, Johnny and his spawns being proper little menaces, stressed out human mom Y/n, mild marital affection, authoritative father!Johnny towards the end, d/s undertones.

Note: Yes, this is very much a coping fic lmfao. The reason why this doesn't have a teaser is because it was supposed to be a drabble. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

Read the nsfw part 2 here.

MASTERLIST

Getting to trust and then dating Johnny storm was one thing. But marrying him and having kids with him?

One word.

Chaotic.

And as your youngest (at the moment) burst into the scorching flames all of your others had also done at her age, you had to step back before pinching the bridge of your nose to attempt composure. The smell of burning cloth and wood hit your nose before the alarm went off and water sprayed out, causing you to close your eyes as you focused on your breathing to remain calm.

You liked to believe you had rather mastered your ability to cope with your little superhuman family's antics.

"Hey, little Princess~" you heard your husband's much proud and smug coo from behind you before you could call out for him. Good. Your daughter who was still very much orange and in flames giggled and clapped her chubby little hands at the sight of her father, the fire control system having extinguished everything around her but not quite the source.

"Dada!" The little ball of fire reached out for Johnny, the cause of all of this, and cackled along with the man when he easily picked her up as she was, unfazed by the heat. And though he absolutely adored his kids anyways, your husband was especially sweet right now.

Because it was a triumphant moment for him.

Ever since your eldest had inherited his power, you two betted everytime you got pregnant whether the next baby would be like you or him.

And you had just lost yet again.

It seemed your genes did not even try against your husband's extraordinary ones.

"Ohhh look at this here little Bree Storm following into her Daddy's footsteps!" You rolled your eyes and sighed, spinning on your heels before trudging to the kitchen while your husband baby-talked to your daughter.

Great.

You loved your family and were very grateful for them.

But it would be nice if at least one of your kids took after you and your ordinariness.

Because five hyperenergetic, extremely naughty and robust superhuman children along with their father who was honestly no better than them at times were a tad bit much for a very human you at times.

And as you stepped into the kitchen, the scene unfolding before you pushed aside any guilt regarding the annoyance that you were feeling in this moment.

Because Torus, your eldest (8), who had recently learnt how to fly was bolting across the expanse of the kitchen as he urged his successor, Axel (6), to follow into his stance, instructing her on how she could trigger the flight.

The son you had had after them, Sonny (5), was happily sitting on a counter and swinging his legs back and forth with the marshmallow jar placed next to him as he fished one out, s'mored it and then put it in his mouth.

The older of your youngest ones, Jacqui (4) was 'drawing' on a fine, much expensive canvas (if you said so yourself) that Johnny had gotten her when he had realized her artistic edge. The girl was seated in the safest spot as opposed to her siblings; on the floor. Only, she was using her hot red index finger to trace the patterns into the surface of the canvas instead of on it.

You willed your widened eyes into closing again as you did another breathing exercise, the water from the fire extinguisher system still dripping down your nose that was so accustomed to the smell of fire that you didn't even mind it much anymore.

Now your mind contemplated whether or not to call Johnny for help. Because it was a running challenge between you two that all of Daddy's babies needed him, which included you; the original one. But you liked to deny and prove that you could manage it on your own without him and did not need his constant help to handle your own kids.

Except you did, but you would never admit it.

Though when Torus hit one of the lights that hung from the ceiling like the brat he was -something Johnny said the boy inherited from you, like he himself was any better- and almost knocked the cover and his own eye out, you decided pride could wait for now.

"Johnny!" You bellowed, causing the little deviants to look up with a startle only to start giggling when they realized that it was just you. A pout made its way on your lips as you huffed. Unbelievable!

"Yes, sweeth…" Your husband appeared in the doorway after having put Bree in one of Jacqui's old rompers.

Your kids' clothes were all made of the same material as that of Johnny's uniform that they had managed to recreate at the lab. This was done to prevent wastage of the expensive baby clothes that he liked to personally shop for every child independent of your buyings.

But this time around you had only bought regular clothes as you had felt sure Bree was like you.

Oh, Johnny was so gonna tease your futile confidence for months!

The bratty lot squealed and bolted past you to hide behind their dad, pretending to cower from your nonexistent wrath. "DADDY, SAVE US!" They cried in unison, drowning out your husband's voice in their playful cries that had a mix of knowing giggles and plotting hushed whispers in them.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you pursed your lips tightly, shaking your head while eyeing them with an unimpressed look.

This was routine.

They would cause all kinds of chaos known to man and then the moment you tried to put your foot down -which was hard enough for you as it was because their faces that were such a perfect and synchronized mix of the one you loved so much in addition to your own were very hard to stay mad at-, Daddy was being summoned and put between your bodies like a rock.

Oftentimes a traitorous rock for you, if you said so yourself.

All their personalities were variants of his and Johnny made his pride and support for his naughty little clones very obvious.

"Ho, ho, ho!" You heaved another sigh as you shook your head at the comical way your husband widened his brilliant blue eyes. "What is this that I am hearing?! What is going on?!" Johnny deepened his voice to mimic an authoritative one. "Daddy demands an explanation for this cruel commotion!" As the brats cheered, your annoyed eyes turned to him and his playfully puffed out chest deflated fast.

Pushing one hip out, you raised an eyebrow and put a foot out to tap against the ground, cocking your head to the side. "You do, do you, Daddy?" The firmness in your tone had him spring up and turn to the kids to shush them like the most obedient husband ever.

"That was for you little miscreants!" Now it was your turn to be smug as you smirked and jutted your chest out proudly. "You know the rule! No one misbehaves with Mommy and everyone obeys her!" The kids whined and tossed themselves left and right, the little lot now shuffling away from him and in your legs to be saved from the cruelty of their father.

"Sorry, mommyyyyy!" You could not help but snicker as you shook your head at the wailing cuties, nodding at Johnny to stop when he went to reprimand them further only for your sake as you knew he did not like doing it on his own account.

"To the breakfast table, all of you!" As the group shuffled before marching to their ordered destination like the most well-behaved little superhumans ever, you knew there was strength in numbers.

"So you see, Mommy…" A silent gasp escaped you when your husband's huge and hot hand crept along your waist from behind before grasping one of your hips, mouth against the shell of your ear. "All of Daddy's babies need him" Bree, who was still enveloped in one of his arms, giggled and clapped as if in agreement. The baby girl loved to see you two just existing together in marital bliss.

You snorted and rolled your eyes -a habit that had gotten you in trouble with him a handful of times- before holding your hands out for your toddler who gladly eased down and into your hold. "Well then," you paused to peck at your daughter's feather-soft rosy cheek. "Daddy should sit his big butt down and eat up so he can remain strong for his babies" your daughter cackled when Johnny clicked his tongue in disapproval after doing one of his dramatic gasps only for you to pinch him by the ear before dragging him behind you and towards your spawns.

"Language, please– wooaaah!" Bree's siblings joined in on the giggling and you couldn't help but follow suit when Johnny's big body awkwardly flailed as it bent downwards in your direction to keep up, plopping down in the Daddy chair at his end of the table when you finally approached it.

"Now, honey" you said after putting your toddler in her high chair and placing her baby plate in front of her, approaching your husband's seat as you waited for him to finish serving the kids. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders as he went along joking and scooping.

"Yes, my sweets?" That earned him collective cringed out retches from the older kids and you. "Hmmm…" You could just imagine his conspiratorial smirk. "I don't know why but it smells like grounding season in here" Bree unknowingly blinked at her siblings' denying whines as she chomped on her baby food. "That's what I thought." You rolled your eyes at Johnny's smug snicker as he reinforced his authority, reveling in the apologies that were presented to him.

You waited for the commotion to die down before speaking. "Hun, would you be so kind as to tell our superkids about what we have decided?" Johnny took a bite of his toast that you shook your head at since he offered it to you first, nodding with a hum and clearing his mouth out with a swallow before he continued on with your request.

"Of course, dear" he twisted a little to give the first forkful of his eggs to you as you weren't eating yet. "Okay, now." Facing your extraordinary lot, Johnny began. "Mommy and I have been discussing this for quite some time now and we have come to a mutual agreement" if it were not for Johnny now using his dad voice, you could just imagine Sonny asking him what mutual meant and then Torus calling him stupid only for Axel to defend her favorite brother and the conversation fading into chaos.

But no one messed with Daddy when he meant business.

A blush crept up your cheeks at the thought.

The contrast between his usual bubbly self and authoritative father when it was needed was something even you had to admit was impressive.

And extremely attractive.

You were more the pushover parent, helpless at the hands of your maternal impulses and the softheartedness that you had for the brats. But Johnny… He could play around as the fun parent all day long and then put his foot down as a strict father like it was nothing.

Only he could have your deviants all line up in place like it wasn't his spoiling them that turned them into the little brats that they were in the first place.

But you did not actually mind their natures because, not that you were the sappy pro-birth kind of a weirdo mom, they were the best thing you had ever done.

For they were the product of the love and bond that you shared with the best man you had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Johnny.

Your Johnny.

You slightly jumped as Jacqui squealed at something your husband said only to lower her head and mutter out an apology when Johnny glanced at her, the ordeal breaking you out of your reverie. You could swear your kids had better intelligence and coherence than other kids their ages.

"Thank you, Jacqui" he firmly nodded at the girl who could pass off as his literal doppelganger because of how alike their faces were, only hers had a femininity to it. "Now, back to the discussion; house rules" though none of them whined, the scowls on their faces made you snort. "I am sorry, Mommy" you bit your lip as he only half turned his head to look over his shoulder. "But will you care to share what was so funny about that?" Your cheeks pinked and suddenly you were nothing but his little girl again.

"N- Nothing, sir" that was the name he was called by the one who misbehaved.

"I see" the edge to his tone made you mirror Jacqui until he turned away. "So, as I was saying before I was interrupted by two of my best girls…" He shot you both one last firm look before continuing. "Torus, no more flying in the house, buddy. We have been over this a couple times already at this point and…" The boy peeked up at his father through his thick blonde fringe as he munched on his cherry tomato. "Not cool" Johnny shook his head for emphasis. "It's a safety hazard."

You hummed in agreement, nodding authoritatively like you hadn't just been handled in a similar manner.

"And everything that is dangerous like showing cool little tricks to the neighbors' kids" Axel lowered her head as her father's gaze set on her to make her feel called out. "Or making s'mores yourself" Sonny hid his face behind his plate when the older man leaned towards him. "Or using anything other than paints and colors to draw" Jacqui was pouting exactly like the man speaking to her did when he was annoyed, playing with her eggs quietly. "Will get you in serious trouble" he paused momentarily. "But above all, misbehaving with or disobeying Mommy, who looks after you all day long and loves you all so much, will earn you a talk with me from now on" they visibly shuddered at the thought.

Johnny clapped his hands in a concluding manner now. "So I advise we all be good from now and respect her" then his stern tone changed to a more heartfelt one. "Because we can seriously hurt her if we're not careful" you softly pouted and squeezed his shoulders a little, feeling a bit conscious of your differences all of a sudden. "Now you guys don't want to hurt your Mama, do you?" The way they vehemently shook their little heads at once made your heart swell and you cooed, forgetting all about your momentary insecurity.

"No, Mommy!" Torus and Sonny reassured you.

"We love you so much!" Axel, being the most emotionally intelligent one, looked nearly concerned.

"Never wanna hurt you, Mama" Jacqui's earnest words made your heart melt and you were enveloping her in your arms before you knew it.

"Oh, sweetie. I know you don't" kissing her forehead, you reached for Sonny as he was making grabby hands for you from beside her. And before you knew it, Axel and Torus came rushing to you from across the table, the bunch wrapping around you as kisses and reassurances were showered on you.

Though you couldn't see it, Johnny was smiling at the sight before him with pure adoration in his eyes as your giggles rang in the kitchen that had been witness to nearly every sound of your lives.

Disagreements, chatter, laughter, cries, make ups, retches, moans, coos, wails, chuckles and love.

Pure, concentrated, genuine, tender, ever-strong, unconditional love.

"SUPERHUMAN SANDWICH!" As Johnny did his loud and deep monster voice before jumping up to collect Bree in his arms to collapse on you all to create a tangle of limbs, you craned your neck backwards to look up at his billion dollar smile. Your husband's laughter mixed with that of your kids as you held them tight, feeling your heart swell but only momentarily since you had to break into a series of alarmed shrieks when he turned the sandwich into a tickle fight.

Yes, your family was a fireball of superhuman menace.

But the chaos made them who they were.

Yours.

And there was not a thing you'd change about it.

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obsessedwrhys · 22 days

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Wolverine x Deadpool x F!Reader

ᯓ★ Being in a polyamory relationship with these two. (A dream inspired this AHAHHA–) fluff, lots of bickering between the two, funny/goofy shit, bit of jealousy/possessiveness, reader is fem!!

This whole relationship is a mess.

I'm talking never getting a moment of peace kind of mess.

For example this one time you drove the Honda Civic.

Nobody understood why you were the one behind the wheels 'cause now you're ramming into everything with Logan grabbing on the handle for dear life while Wade is having the time of his life at the back.

"Stop the damn car before we crash, bub! Yer gonna kill someone!" Logan shouted and at the same time Wade was screaming out the lyrics to "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC.

Did I mention how different these two are with you?

Wade loves it when you run to hug him, he would swing you around a couple of times with your legs wrapped around his waist.

As for Logan, he prefers something less than that. A simple hug is enough and you can't complain much about it because the way he completely engulfs you in his embrace always made your chest flutter.

It's no surprise that they are protective over you.

Like when you were captured by some troops in the void. The fire guy, Johnny Storm, couldn't help but try to flirt with you. He figured why not shoot his shot right?

"Hey..." He'd say, flashing you a cheesy smile.

And seeing his attempt to charm you, you couldn't help but find it amusing and chuckle.

Clearly the two didn't like it.

Which is why that may or may not be the reason why Wade decided to out the man and get him killed 🤷‍♀️ I guess we'll never know 🤔

You and Wade enjoy pulling pranks on Logan.

The sight of him being pissed off pleases you both.

There was this one time you guys swapped his whiskey to a non-alcoholic drink and you can imagine his frustration.

"WADE!!" But he can never get mad at you. He just can't.

Even Wade complains about this privilege of yours.

"Seriously Lo?! You're gonna get mad at me and not our lovely prank partner here? Come on man, we're both guilty parties in this crime scene. If you wanna get angry, at least share the spotlight :("

Cue you sticking your tongue out at Wade as he pouts with puppy dog eyes.

All jokes aside, the two love and support you dearly.

I like to think Logan is more of an old romantic and Wade is the adventurous type.

That's why it can sometimes take a while for them to decide what to get as a present for you.

"Why the fuck would she want a pillowcase with our faces on it?" Logan asked with genuine disgust in his eyes.

"Why wouldn't she?! It's cute as fuck, and you can never have too many pictures of us together. Besides, it's a lot cheaper than buying a life-sized statue of me for her bedroom, although that's an option too, I hear Wolverine-shaped body pillows are all the rage these days" Without realising, he continued on muttering nonsense to himself which had Logan roll his eyes.

"I'm buying her the leather jacket and it's final" Not letting Wade say anything, he'd walk off to the cashier with him left behind. His action causing him to get irritated.

"What about the budget?!?!" He'd raise his voice but Logan simply ignored him. Fed up, he stomps on his feet as he points at his back.

"Fine, you big lug!! I'll let you have your way this time. But don't come crying to me when she dumps us for a pair of more decisive superheroes!!" He'd shout.

In the end you appreciated the gifts you got for your birthday. Each gift speaks for their character.

You guys definitely have lazy days.

Days where you'll lounge around in pajamas and watch cheesy romantic comedies together, complete with a pile of blankets and snacks.

Expect there to be lots of laughter, cringing, and the occasional eye rolling. Not to forget how you three would start making fun of the characters and the cliche plotlines.

Logan clearly struggles to sit through the entire movie marathon and you always have the to be the one to pull his arm to prevent him from leaving.

"Gimme a break, bub. It’s the same damn thing every time— the good guy wins, the bad guy loses. It’s like they think we got the emotional range of a rock"

"Gee, what a buzz kill. But are they wrong though? You practically live like a rock!!" Wade laughed with Logan letting out a scowl.

Thank goodness you're dating them or else they'd be fighting almost all the time.

In the relationship you're the peacemaker

No but seriously Wade calls you that and the nickname has stuck to you.

You enjoy sleeping in the middle with the two on either sides. Half of the time you always wake up with the two fighting over you.

Just imagine Logan pulling you closer to him but before he could even do that, Wade would be quick to pull you back to his embrace despite them both being asleep.

You like to think it's their reflexes. That even when sleeping they're still fighting with each other 😭

However you absolutely adore the two.

Logan will MELT when you kiss his knuckles. Especially when you do it with your eyes locked to his. He will literally go feral for you.

And Wade? He absolutely loveloveloves it when you baby him. It's his guilty pleasure. Hold him close with his face placed against your chest and he swears the voices in his head finally quiets down. That's why you're his angel.

Also, the two really enjoy showering you with kisses. You can barely ever hold back a smile with the two smooching every surface of your face.

Will do anything to get your praise.

The competitiveness is too much.

Oh Logan got you a bouquet? Well Wade got you a bouquet made of tacos. Who's the better one now huh? 😋

To be fair Wade is Wade. There's nothing you can do about it... but that doesn't mean Logan is ever gonna let him get his way.

"Where's Wade?" You'd ask, watching Logan sink on the sofa beside you.

"Don't know... could care less..." He'd say, wrapping an arm around you to snuggle with you. In the other room Wade has been stuffed inside the closet. Completely restrained and duck taped.

All I can say is that dating them is all fun and love. Literal baby girls.

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Pleeeeeease write a childhood friends to lovers for Soap and a civvy!reader??? Maybe add a dash of domestic fluff? 💕 I love your writing more than anything 😫

—From Ten To Twenty & Beyond

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╰┈➤ ❝ [You've known him ever since the incident on the playground, and now you can't help but imagine that same boy as you watch him make supper with flour in his hair.] ❞

You stifle your laugh on your hand, leaning back into the dining room chair as the Scot ahead of you swears up a storm.

“Hell’s fuckin’ bells!” He snaps, waving a hand over his mohawk as the spray of flour wafts on the airways. Your body makes a play to move forward to help—to salvage a new recipe that Johnny was trying to make for you. You could leave the cooking to him…but baking? No, no you think not.

Before you can stand fully, a wagging finger is leveled in front of your face, and a clicking tongue as a kiss is pressed into your forehead.

“Not a chance, Dearie. You get that perfect arse back into the chair.”

You laugh brightly at the hands on the side of your arms that place you back down like a doll. “Johnny, come on, let me help.”

Blue eyes narrow in hidden stubbornness.

“No way—I said I’d make you something, so that’s what I’m doin'. You sit there and watch,” he smirks. “I know how hard it is to not jump my bones, Little Lady, but I swear tonight I’m all yours—”

You smack the back of your hand into his pec, just above the slack form of the white apron you’d gotten him as a joke.

“Alright, you can leave now,” your voice meets his ears as he smirks, leaning down to press his lips on top of yours as you grumble. It wasn’t hard to return the kiss, an easy peck before he left back to the counter with flour still stuck into his dark strands.

You watch after as you hear his deep chuckles, rubbing at his scalp before sighing as he looks at the dough in one of his mother’s bowls. It had been more than a decade since you’d met him—that fateful day on the playground where he had run headlong into you by the swing set. A crash of skulls and a babbling of childish cries.

His hand had shown up right in front of yours moments later, pulling you up and wiping off your scraped palms even when he was still swaying on his feet. Those blue eyes.

Now, years later—a little cottage house in the middle of nowhere. A bright living room and a crackling fireplace. A kitchen filled with laughter and flour pooling to the floor.

It was the memories that lived in the wood and the stone; in the skin you two wore. And tonight, this was a celebration of more than ten years—a hope to more than twenty, thirty; as many as this world would give you. To beyond life and death, and everything in between.

You smile brightly, eyes a bit glassy as you see Johnny turn around with a fork in his hands.

“Now, if I were to ask how to properly—” he halts at the look in your eyes, concern snapping over his once smirking face. “...Dearie?”

You shake your head, grinning before you wave a hand. “I’m alright.”

Johnny puts down all of his things and begins walking over, but you beat him to it. You meet him halfway there and dig your arms around his waist, head pushing itself into his neck. Beneath his skin, he grunts and does the same—large hands hesitantly slipping around your shoulders as his biceps keep you anchored.

“What’s this about, then,” he asks, eyes looking down at you as your form squeezes him tightly. “Not that I’m complaining, see.”

You kiss his pulse, feeling his skin go a bit heated as he chuckles; eyes soft.

“Just let me hold you,” you peek, only to find him already watching you. Those same eyes close to yours. Foreheads connect and you giggle. “Flour and all.”

“Hm,” Johnny hums, breathing you down. “...Don’t need much convincing.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 3 months

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

part 6 of 🌧️welcome to hell🌧️

summary - demons lingered in the back of your mind, causing you to think you aren't good enough and it doesn't help that steve is ignoring you.

warning - bad thoughts, self-hate, mentions of cheating, angst, barely eating, emotionally drained, feeling like you aren't good enough.

the gif I use isn't mine, headers by me.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 7

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

What if you and Steve were meant to part ways, only so that you could find each other again. What if you were destined for each other? But instead of being together now, you both needed to grow separately, and soon the two of you would meet again in the coming years when you were both ready.

You didn’t know who you were anymore. You were no longer the person you were before you met Johnny, and you weren’t exactly who you were when you were with him. You felt stuck and horrible. You hadn’t gotten better after the divorce, not even when Steve entered your life.

Somehow, you lit up his darkness and he silenced your mind. Around him, you felt as though you could finally breathe. But why couldn’t you relax?

Your eyes fluttered open as you woke from your slumber and you just laid there, staring up at the ceiling. It had been a few weeks since you bumped into Steve and you wondered if you had done something wrong.

Steve helped you with your bags, placing them on your kitchen counter before he turned and looked around your place with a smile, his hands stuffed in his jean pockets. “You have a nice place, it suits you.” God, why could you two stare at each other and feel so connected, but then so awkward when trying to find something to talk about.

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to help me.” You gesture towards the bags before you begin to unpack them, hoping that the cold products haven't warmed too much.

Steve waves you off. “I didn’t mind. Like I said, I wanted to help.” It felt so natural as he began to unpack the other bag, like this was your routine. The two of you moved so gracefully, like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly into its spot as you moved around the kitchen, putting things away.

Once you finished, your eyes locked onto Steve’s as he leant against the counter. “W–Would you like something to drink? Or eat?” You watched his eyes flicker down to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“Water, please.” Did his voice get deeper? You felt like you could drop at any second with how he looked at you. You moved quickly, hands shaking slightly as you filled up a glass before handing it over to him. Steve grabs it gently from you, his fingers brushing against yours and sparks erupt at the touch, causing a soft gasp to escape you. “Thank you.”

You watched him drink, how could such a normal thing look so hot and sinful when he did it? His eyes never left yours, but yours left his when he moved the glass away from his mouth. You watched his tongue flick out as he collected the water that glistened against his lips. This felt so wrong, but so right at the same time.

You blink and clear your throat, quickly moving away from him before you do something you may regret. Steve moves over to the sink, washing the glass for you before putting it away. Your mouth hangs open slightly, not even Johnny did that. You would always have to clean up after him.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Stop comparing the two!

But they look so alike… You can’t help but think. It was strange.

You shake your head from your thoughts as Steve touches your shoulder gently. “Are you okay?”

You hum. “Oh, yeah. Sorry.” You felt like you were suffocating, like this was all a dream. If this was a dream, you didn’t want to wake from it. You let out a shuddering breath as you stare into Steve’s eyes, you could see concern swirling around. “I’m okay. I just got lost in my thoughts.”

Steve nods as if he understands, and the weirdest thing was that every thought seemed to disappear as his hand brushed against your hip. Neither of you could deny the pull, and it scared the hell out of you.

You barely knew Steve, and yet you felt so safe with him. You nearly cried as he pulled away, stepping back, his hand now falling to his side. His phone didn’t go off, but he pulled it out. “I have to go, my friend messaged me.” He gestured to his phone, and you felt your heart sink. Maybe it was inevitable, maybe deep down all men really were the same. Be it in friend, brother, father, or lover form. It was a curse that no woman could seem to break. “It was lovely to see you again, and if you ever need me. I’m right across from you.” He gave a smile so fake that you wanted to believe it to be real. And then he left, leaving you to stand there as your thoughts crashed into you.

You blink tiredly from the memory.

Maybe he got scared as well. Maybe he had his own demons, one in the form of an ex. Your chest tightened at the thought of him with someone else, and then you sighed.

He’s not yours, idiot. He never will be, so stop being so pathetic.

You groan, your thoughts have become meaner lately. You slide out of bed and head over to your closet, scratching your head as you stare at your clothes. Your lip turns as you don’t like anything you see, maybe this would be a good time to have a day to yourself. Well, technically everyday now is to yourself because you left your husband after catching him fucking your best friend.

Your nose scrunches as the image of them fucking pops up into your head. They were your own demons that would possibly forever haunt you.

You grab some jeans, a plain black shirt and underwear before heading into your bathroom. As you place your things down onto the bathroom counter, your eyes catch your reflection, and it was like death was staring back at you. It seemed the physical toll had slipped from your attention, you had thought you were doing okay aside from the nasty thoughts. Sure, you didn’t eat as often, but it wasn’t because you were starving yourself. You just hadn’t been as hungry, anytime you would go to eat, those two would pop up into your head and your appetite would disappear.

You stripped before slipping under the water. Now you understood why Steve would avoid you like the plague whenever you bumped into him in the hallway.

You hated this stupid pull that you kept feeling, it was like a constant tugging. It kept trying to pull you in the direction of Steve, like somehow it knew he was close and craved him to be near you. You wished you could grab some scissors and cut the cord that was attaching you to him. Maybe then he could be free of you, free of the burden you seemed to carry.

You shoved your head underwater, wanting these thoughts to disappear. Maybe taking you along with them. You stand under the shower for a bit longer before slowly getting out and drying yourself off. You don’t dare look in the mirror in fear of what you would see. You hurriedly dress yourself and walk out of the room, grabbing your shoes and bag.

As you exit your apartment, you are met with Steve leaving his. Your eyes widen for a split second before you quickly look down and walk away, not caring that you didn’t lock your door. You didn’t want to burden him with your presence. When you’ve made quite a distance between the two of you, you let out a deep sigh.

Was this how it was going to be for you? Forever cursed from love and happiness?

You were going to be okay. You had to be.

Steve watched with a saddened look as you walked away. He knew he was being an arse, he didn’t mean to, really. It was just that anytime he was around you, or thinking about you, he would feel this intense feeling wash over him. Steve had felt those feelings the first time he bumped into you and then the second two years later. He was scared, scared that he may end up hurting you. Of course, he didn’t know he was already doing that.

You walked through the doors of a local second-hand shop, a place you generally enjoyed shopping at. You head straight towards the clothing section, beginning to flick through.

“Wanda! Did I tell you the news about Steve?” Without meaning to, your ears perk up at the name. You knew it could be a possibility that it was another Steve, but subconsciously you listened in.

You had heard that voice before, though. You just didn’t know where from…

“No, what about him?” You pick out a few pieces of clothing as you listen in.

“He finally found someone! He met her once before, but they ran into each other again!” A tug at your heart, even though the person might not be your Steve. “He constantly spoke about her even when he didn’t even know her, now that has doubled. You remember right?”

The other woman hums. “Oh yeah, isn’t that why everyone teases him?”

You round the corner, eyes widening a bit when you spot the woman talking. She was the same one from when you had bumped into Steve the first time. Your heart tugs like crazy because you knew this couldn’t be you, they were talking about. Steve had been ignoring you, so why would he talk about you to his friends?

Natasha looks up as she’s about to reply and you immediately look down, pretending you are looking through the clothes in your arms. You don’t see her nudge the woman next to her, gesturing to you or the fact that they are now approaching until it’s too late.

“Hi. I know you.” You look up surprised. Natasha smiles teasingly. “You’re Steve’s girl!”

You shake your head, clearing your throat awkwardly. “Uh no… I’m not his girl…” You stumble slightly. “I—I know him! But uh, we aren’t…” You gulp, this was painful.

The women smile. “Okay, you aren’t his girl now. But you will be!” Wanda replied, a giant grin on her face. “Oh, sorry! Hi, I’m Wanda!”

“Y/n, and I don’t think so. Steve and I aren’t even friends.” You begin to chew on your bottom lip, needing someone to talk to about this, but you didn’t have any friends… You also didn’t know if you could trust having a friend again. You swallow, your throat suddenly feeling dry.

Natasha’s brows furrow, “Wait, don’t you guys live across from each other?” You nod, “And you don’t talk?” You shake your head.

“Dumbarse” She mutters under her breath, shaking her head. “I’m sorry about Steve. He’s made it sound like you guys were close.” Natasha facepalms. “I am so going to kick his arse when I see him.”

“You don’t have to, it’s okay.” You try to fake a smile, but it feels like they can see through it.

Wanda grins. “Why don’t you join us? We can forget about men and just shop!”

You made it back to your apartment after spending the day with Wanda and Natasha, you hadn’t felt this happy in a while. As you hit the last step, your head lifts and your eyes connect with those beautiful blue ones. You feel your throat dry and your stomach twist.

“Y/n…” You slowly move forward, berating yourself for allowing your heart to feel something for him. You were already so broken, why did you think anyone could love you. Your gaze flickers to the bouquet of flowers in his hands, noticing how they shake slightly. Maybe he had a date and wasn’t expecting you to show as he was leaving.

You continue to walk, hoping to slide past him and into the safety of your home. Even though it felt so lonely inside. Steve reaches out, grasping your arm gently, causing you to stop and look at him. Neither of you can ignore the spark that lights from your touch. Unable to ignore the pull anymore, it felt as though time had stilled as you once again locked eyes.

“I’m sorry… I’ve been an arse.” Steve frowns, all of the negative feelings he’s been feeling have finally come crashing down on him.

You shake your head, giving another one of your fake smiles. “You don’t have to apologise, Steve. It’s not like we were friends or anything, you don’t need to be nice to me.”

His hold on you tightens slightly, Steve wonders who the hell hurt you to make you think that. He stares deeply into your eyes, hoping that you can see he’s telling the truth. “I do. Because I am sorry. You didn’t deserve me ignoring you, especially if you think it has anything to do with you. I was in the wrong, and I’d like to make it up to you if you allow me.”

Another choice for you to make. One where it could go incredibly well or one you would regret forever.

You stare at him for a few seconds, trying to find a sliver of a lie. Your gaze moves down, and you look at the flowers. “I got these for you… I didn’t want to apologise empty–handed.”

And like that, your demons quietened. “I’ve never received flowers before…” His love roared louder than your demons, silencing them.

You looked back up at him and made your choice.

The gravitational pull between you had become stronger, finally feeling like it was ready. It seemed the universe and all the galaxies had a talk and said,

“Yeah, It’s time.”

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Falling For the Cowboy

SUMMARY | You take over your late grandfather’s old farm, meet your charming neighbors and townspeople, and fall in love with Mark, the handsome cowboy PAIRINGS | Mark/Fem!Reader GENRE | cowboy!Mark, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, oral (both male and female receiving/giving), fluff RATING | Mature LENGTH | 5,060 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Finally done!!!

"Oh, god..." you moaned out, hands grasping at his sweaty back as he continued to thrust. You weren't used to such an enthusiastic partner, but then again, this wasn't your first rodeo. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and dripping down onto your breasts, making them seem even larger than they already were. Your stomach was quivering with each thrust, each feeling almost too good for words. You felt like the entire world was right, everything made sense when you were with him, when you had this connection between the two of you.

You never imagined that you'd have sex with the handsome young rancher whose property neighbored yours. After inheriting your grandpa's farm, you moved from the big city to the small town of Neo, whose inhabitants were friendly, if not a little odd, but you found a home there. You became fast friends with the residents, enjoying nature walks with Winwin, shopping at Haechan's general shop, getting coffee at Johnny's cafe, or having lunch at Ten's bar. Sometimes you went hiking or fishing with Yuta; it was a nice way to get away from it all.

Until you met Mark Lee as he was chasing one of his goats that wandered unto your land.

That event would lead to more than just a friendship. It started out innocently enough: casual dates, hand-holding on walks into town, mutual touches in passing. It escalated slowly but surely: a kiss here, a brief peck there, the occasional making out in a closet (his "clever" hiding place), cuddling after going out dancing... you liked being close to him, seeing his smile whenever he looked at you, hearing his laughter at something you said, feeling his arms around you, sharing an intimate moment with someone who understood what you were going through. You'd gone from living alone, lonely, to having a true friend in Mark, someone who shared your interests and hobbies, your values, who loved animals just as much as you did.

One night changed everything.

It was raining heavily that evening, making it difficult for both of you to leave your respective houses. By the time you saw him walking up your driveway, looking soaked and sexy as hell, you knew what you wanted: him. It didn't take long before the two of you ended up in your bed together, getting completely naked. He lay down on top of you, covering your body with his own, and kissed you passionately. Your hands traveled across his back, feeling his muscles tense under your touch, his skin warm against your own, and when he put his hands behind your head and pulled you closer, you knew you'd fallen for him. On that rainy night, the storm outside seemed far away as you connected intimately with Mark, becoming lost in passion and pleasure.

That was only the beginning of your affair with Mark.

Over the next few months, things between the two of you got more intense. There were plenty of "accidental" meetings outside, hidden kisses and stolen embraces during shopping trips, hand-holding and lingering touches in public places, secret rendezvous in various secluded locations, always careful not to be caught by other people. During those times, you'd give yourself over to Mark entirely, focusing solely on him, feeling safe with him and finding joy and happiness in his arms.

"Fuck, Mark..." you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pounded into you harder and faster. His mouth moved to your neck, kissing, sucking, biting at your soft flesh. Your hands ran through his thick black hair, holding him tightly to you, the sweat trickling down your face mingling with his and glistening upon his naked chest.

"Y/N, you're so fucking beautiful..." he groaned, fingers digging into your ass cheeks, pulling you tighter against him as he thrust harder. "Your tits are perfect, nipples hard and so fucking sensitive..."

The two of you came together, his powerful body pumping hot semen deep inside you, filling you completely as he collapsed atop you, exhausted. He wrapped his arms around you, stroking your cheek and smiling gently.

"Mmmm..." you let out a satisfied moan. "How did I let you distract me from my farm work?"

“In my defense…” He laughed lightly. "Watching you pull those carrots out of the ground has been a serious turn-on."

A laugh escaped your lips, a sweet sound. "Well I’ll have you know that you riding on your horse earlier distracted me quite nicely too."

He chuckled, nuzzling his nose against yours. "I can see how that might have happened."

He lifted himself off you, sitting up and wiping the sweat from his forehead with a nearby towel. "What do you say we clean ourselves up and have some lunch?”

You nodded eagerly. You needed to recover and catch your breath after that wild and passionate fuck session, but you were definitely hungry. “Sounds great! Where should we eat?”

He smiled, rising to his feet and reached for his pants. "Ten’s restaurant bar? I think Kun is playing a gig there tonight. We could hear him practice while we eat."

Kun was a local musician who often played at Ten’s bar. He was good, and his songs often included references to nature, taking the listener to an outdoor picnic, camping in the forest, lying on a blanket underneath the stars. The music had always brought you a lot of comfort, especially when you’d lived by yourself on your farm, or when you needed to clear your mind after a bad day. The food at Ten’s wasn’t exactly gourmet, but the atmosphere was always lively, giving you a chance to meet new people, listen to live music, or dance.

Mark opened the door to the bar, leading you inside. There were a number of people milling about, chatting with each other or checking their phones, waiting for their food. Both you and Mark spotted Renjun, Haechan, and Jaemin occupying a table in the corner.

Renjun waved happily, grinning at the sight of you and Mark. "Hey you guys! What are you doing here?"

Mark grinned back. "We were just getting ready to order some food. Y/N and I were wondering if we could join you."

Haechan glanced between you and Mark with an amused look. “You both got hungry after a fucking session, huh?”

“So how was your riding lesson with the hot cowboy?” Jaemin asked you, a teasing grin on his face.

You blushed slightly. You knew what he meant. After all, you voiced your fantasies to Jaemin a few times that you’ve wanted to ride Mark. You took a quick sip of water, avoiding everyone’s eyes. When you finally looked at Jaemin again, you saw that he was laughing, shaking his head as he patted Mark's back. “Well, damn Mark. You must’ve been good.”

“Why did we pick today to go out for lunch?” You muttered, Mark laughing next to you.

“Oh, well anyway, I guess it's okay for you two to come join us,” Jaemin said with a sheepish look. “You haven’t told anyone yet, have you? That is, if you don’t want us to tell anyone…”

“Actually, we have been kind of keeping it quiet,” Mark spoke up. “But yeah, you guys can tell the whole town."

"Dude, the whole town knows already." Renjun chuckled. "Johnny told everyone."

"How did Johnny find out?" You muttered, thinking back to all the times you ran into the tall man. "Did he catch us?"

"Damn right, I caught you in the act," a deep voice called out. You and the rest of the table looked up to see Johnny making his way towards you. "Thought you and Mark were being sneaky, huh?"

"In my defense..." you started, trying to explain why Johnny saw you and Mark getting it on.

“Yeah, I heard that too," Haechan chimed in. "But I gotta admit that I was surprised when I walked past the farmhouse last week.”

You looked around at everyone else at the table, hoping no one would bring it up anymore. As it turned out, nobody said anything further about the topic, content with knowing you and Mark were an item. A small smile tugged at your lips.

After eating a hearty meal, you left Ten’s restaurant bar to go back home to tend to your crops and animals. Although you enjoyed spending time with your new lover, you also appreciated the solitude of the country life, doing chores in silence, free to do whatever you wanted without worrying about others' opinions.

It was nice to be able to think clearly.

When you arrived home, you took a quick shower, washed the sweat and dirt from your body, and crawled into bed, falling asleep instantly. Waking up the following morning was refreshing and energizing. It was still fairly early – there was plenty of daylight to complete the day’s chores – but you were eager to begin your day.

With the day brightening outside, you sat up and stretched, yawning loudly. Your muscles ached, but it was worth it. You quickly threw on some clothes, grabbed your gardening gloves and headed out to start planting some of the seeds that you’d purchased the previous day. After a couple hours of working, you managed to finish most of your list, though you were tired and sweaty. Still, you weren’t too tired to enjoy a slice of lemon meringue pie and a cup of freshly brewed tea. At least, not until you felt like you needed another shower. You were tempted to spend the rest of the afternoon catching up on some paperwork and sorting through boxes in your storage room, but instead decided to call Mark and ask if he wanted to grab a bite to eat. He readily agreed.

When you met Mark at Ten’s bar later that evening, he was dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark green t-shirt, his boots clicking against the wooden floor as he walked toward you. When he leaned forward and brushed his lips against yours, your heart skipped a beat, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You placed your hand on his shoulder, bringing his face closer to yours, leaning into him.

The two of you ordered a meal from the menu, choosing some sandwiches and salad for dinner. Afterwards, the two of you went for a walk around the town, holding hands and strolling leisurely along the streets. It was late enough that shops and stores were closed, giving you and Mark a chance to get some quality time together without being disturbed. The moon shone brightly above, casting its silvery light upon the trees and buildings, creating shadows upon the sidewalks and road. The town was quiet, but it wasn’t lonely. You and Mark were surrounded by trees, flowers, and birds singing in the air, making the town seem peaceful. You couldn’t help but feel relaxed, content, and happy.

Mark took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. "Have I ever told you that you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen?"

"Only once or twice," you replied softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. "But I believe it every single time you tell me that."

"Good." He squeezed your hand even tighter. "Because I'll never stop telling you."

You smiled, gazing at him, then continued walking along the sidewalk, admiring the moonlight glimmering on the grass, spreading warmth throughout your entire body. Mark held your hand firmly, guiding you carefully along the uneven terrain, sometimes letting go to grab hold of your elbow.

"You know..." you started as you both found a bench to sit on. "When I got the news that grandpa passed away and left me the farm, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to take care of everything on my own. But now... it's actually really fun."

"Really?" Mark chuckled. "You don't miss living in the city at all?"

"Sometimes. I miss my family but... this place feels like home now." You shrugged. "Everyone in Neo has been so welcoming and friendly since I moved here, so I feel pretty lucky."

"Thanks to you, Y/N. You've done a great job maintaining the farm and building relationships with the neighbors. You helped change the community for the better."

You smiled, hugging his arm. "Thanks for helping me too. Without you, I probably wouldn't have gotten very far. I mean, having you around helps me so much with everything. Even just talking to you makes me happier than I've ever been before."

"You know..." Mark paused. "I thought you were kind of intimidating at first. A city girl like you moving out to the countryside to take over a farm? You seemed like you didn't belong. But now I realize that you fit perfectly here. And I'm so glad you chose to move here."

You snuggled close to him, closing your eyes and savoring the moment. "Thank you, Mark."

The next day, you were running around your farm chasing after one of the new chickens that Mark just bought for the coop.

"Come on, Yellow! Come on!" You yelled, trying to reach the little fowl before she flew off to parts unknown. She screeched loudly, alerting the other chickens to her presence. Within seconds, they came flocking after you, shrieking with delight as they clucked happily. Soon, you were surrounded by chickens.

"Awww, aren't they cute?" Mark joked as he walked over to you, carrying a bag filled with chicken feed. He set the bag down near the gate and pulled a camera from his pocket, snapping a picture of the flock of chickens huddled around you. You laughed as you bent down to pet the birds, scratching them behind their heads. They pecked playfully at your fingers.

"That should keep Haechan and the others at bay," Mark joked.

You gave him a playful punch on the arm. "Geez, Mr. Smartass, they're only chickens!"

Mark picked up one of the chicks and held it in his arms, smiling fondly at the baby chicken. "Hey, little guy. Can you say 'hello'? Hello, hello?"

You laughed. "Okay, so maybe that's pushing it."

Mark put the chick back down, smiling at it. "Heh, so adorable."

"They are adorable." You nodded, watching as the chicks scattered back to their coop, jumping into the enclosure excitedly.

Mark and you spent the remainder of the afternoon helping each other on your farm and on his ranch. Before heading home, you took some pictures of Mark on his property, writing his name and other messages in the soft ground with rocks.

When you finished taking photos, you made sure to record a video, pausing it every time Mark kissed you on the cheek, forehead, nose, and lips.

"Wait, are you going to post these on your socials?" Mark teased, nudging you with his elbow.

"Maybe..." You laughed, pulling away. "Maybe I want my family and city friends to know about this handsome cowboy I've been seeing."

Mark shook his head. "Ah, man, I wish I could see your parents' faces when they watch that video."

"Hahaha, just wait till they meet him." You winked. "They'll fall head over heels for him too."

"Ha ha, let's hope so," Mark let out a good natured laugh.

"They'll love you Mark." You rested your head on his chest, feeling safe and secure as you inhaled his scent. "If you weren't in my life, I don't know where I'd be right now."

"So true." Mark gently stroked your hair. "Your grandfather would be proud of how far you've come."

You closed your eyes, reveling in the sensation of being loved.

"Can I ask you something?" Mark suddenly asked.

"Sure," you replied. "What's up?"

"Well..." Mark blushed slightly. "Is it weird that I've had feelings for you since the first day we met?"

Your breath hitched as you stared at him, trying to process what he just said. Had he known? Did he always feel this way?

"Mark..." You whispered, unable to find the words. You blinked rapidly several times, forcing yourself to focus on his face. "Did you really have feelings for me?"

He smiled, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone. "Of course I did. It's hard not to have feelings for you."

You leaned forward, kissing him lightly on the lips. Then you whispered, "Me too."

A few days later, Mark stopped by your farm to pick up some chicken eggs. You stood outside in front of the house, waving him over when he finally reached your house. You hugged him tightly, giggling as you embraced him. He wrapped his arms around you, gently nuzzling his nose into your hair. You buried your face into his chest, enjoying the feeling of being in his embrace.

"How's my favorite farmer today?" Mark chuckled.

"I'm fine. And yourself?" You returned the favor, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Oh, I'm just thinking about the way I feel about you." Mark smiled. "It's really hard to describe, you know?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed, nodding your head. "And why is that?"

"Let's just say I'm falling for you harder and harder every day."

Your heart melted, sending a surge of excitement throughout your body. "I'm falling for you too."

"Wow, we really are crazy for each other." Mark joked. "I guess I should have known it was meant to be."

"Me too," you replied, resting your chin on top of his chest.

You both stared at the sky, appreciating the stars shining brightly in the night sky.

"What's on your mind?" Mark asked softly.

"I love you Mark." You whispered.

Mark's jaw dropped slightly, his expression lighting up with joy. He grinned widely, reaching his arms around your waist and pulling you in close. "I love you too, Y/N."

"And... and I want to be with you." You sighed, looking deeply into his eyes. "We can do whatever we want. Take care of our farm together, build our ranch together, live our lives together, wherever life takes us."

Mark's heart swelled with emotion as he gazed into your eyes. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. You melted against him, opening your mouth slightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, returning his passionate kiss.

Mark broke the kiss, placing his forehead against yours. "You know, I never expected anything like this. This is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"It's the best thing that's ever happened to me too." You smiled, squeezing his shoulders gently.

"Let's do something special tonight," Mark suggested. "No work, no chores. Just spending time with each other."

"Sounds good to me." You agreed, holding his hand tightly. "Any ideas?"

"Well..." Mark smiled mischievously. "I think I know exactly what we can do tonight."

"Ooohhh," you giggled, biting your lip. You took his hand and led him inside, closing the door behind you. "Does this involve riding a certain, handsome cowboy?"

"Definitely," Mark smirked, tugging you towards the stairs. "Come on."

After making it upstairs, Mark guided you to your bedroom. You lay down on the bed, lying on your side and facing him. He sat down beside you, caressing your cheek.

"Y/N, you are so precious to me." Mark sighed. "And I'm so thankful that you're mine."

You gazed into his eyes, feeling like your heart was about to burst with happiness. "I'm so happy you're mine too."

"Tonight," Mark murmured. "Just the two of us. Let's make this a memorable night."

"It will definitely be unforgettable." You whispered, your hands slowly running up under his shirt. "Mark, make love to me."

Mark slowly leaned forward, giving you a deep kiss as he unbuttoned your blouse, tossing it aside. You moaned softly, running your fingers through his hair as he pulled your bra straps off, dropping them onto the floor. His lips pressed against yours once again, sending another wave of desire coursing through your body. Your breathing grew heavy as he began working his way down your body, touching you everywhere. He traced his tongue along your collar bone, nibbling softly on your shoulder. He looked up at you, smiling.

"Y/N, I know that we've fucked many times but..." He breathed heavily, running his fingers up your stomach. "...this time just feels different. It's special because you're special. I want to show you that I appreciate you more than anything else in the world."

You sighed, running your fingers through his hair. "Mark..."

Mark pushed himself up on his knees, resting his weight on his forearms. He leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on your left breast. "You are so beautiful. So perfect. I can't get enough of you."

He moved his lips lower, teasing your navel with his tongue. Your breathing became increasingly rapid as he worked his way down further, touching you all over. His fingertips danced across your skin, sending a tingle down your spine. He continued moving downwards until he reached the bottom of your shorts. He pulled your pants down slowly, carefully, exposing your sensitive pussy to his gaze. He ran his fingers over your thighs, his touch gentle and tender. You arched your back slightly, drawing a sharp intake of breath. You spread your legs wider as his fingertips explored every inch of your naked flesh. You couldn't take it anymore; you wanted him.

"Mark..." You begged softly, looking up at him through hooded eyelids.

"Shhhh..." He hushed, pressing kisses against your inner thigh. "I'm going to give you everything you need, everything you deserve."

His fingers parted your pussy lips slightly, revealing your moist folds. He sucked in a breath as he placed a single finger inside of you, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your entire body. You moaned loudly, bucking your hips upwards.

"Mark..." You moaned, grinding your pussy against his hand. "Please... please..."

"Not yet." Mark panted, gently inserting a second finger, sliding them in and out of you. You grabbed his arm, burying your face in his shoulder. Your fingernails dug into his skin as your breathing quickened.

"Don't stop..." You gasped. "Don't stop... oh god!"

"That's it, Y/N," Mark whispered, thrusting his fingers deeper inside of you. "I'm here. I'm here for you."

Mark continued thrusting his fingers into you, gradually increasing the speed of his strokes. Your body trembled from pleasure as you released your grip on his arm, gripping the sheets as you felt an orgasm rip through your body. You cried out as your juices flowed freely, drenching his fingers. Mark removed his fingers, leaning forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss. He continued pleasuring you as your orgasms subsided, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

"Y/N," he moaned softly, pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them to his lips. "You taste so good."

You smiled at him, breathing heavily. "Mmmm, I bet you taste even better."

Mark gave you a wicked grin. "Wanna find out?"

You chuckled, raising your eyebrows. "Yeah, I think I would like that."

Mark rose to his feet, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down. You watched as he stepped out of his pants, letting them drop to the floor. His cock sprung free, its impressive length standing proudly before you. You reached out to grasp it gently, stroking it lightly. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes glazed over with lust. You brought your lips closer to his cock, tasting the pre-come oozing from his slit. You licked your lips, swirling your tongue around his shaft, savoring the salty flavor. Mark groaned as you lowered your mouth over his cock, taking it fully into your mouth. You licked the tip, allowing the head to rest against your lips.

"Damn, Y/N," Mark groaned, placing his hands on your head. "That feels amazing."

You sucked harder, increasing the pace of your strokes. Mark placed one hand on the back of your head, holding you firmly in place. He let out a soft moan as he thrust his hips upwards, pumping his dick faster and faster into your eager mouth. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, massaging his balls while continuing to suck him off. His groans were turning into loud grunts, indicating that he was about to cum.

You increased your speed, causing him to explode within your mouth. The first spurt of his hot seed shot into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed eagerly, bobbing your head back and forth as his semen continued pouring out of his cock. You kept sucking, licking his cum from your lips as it dripped down onto your breasts. Mark's breathing slowed as he came down from his orgasm, still gasping slightly as his breathing returned to normal.

"Fuck Y/N..." He panted, running his fingers through your hair. "That was amazing."

"I knew you tasted good." You smirked, pushing him to lay on the bed. You crawled up his body. "But now I'm ready to ride this cowboy all night long."

Mark chuckled, grabbing your ass and lifting you into position. "Mmmmm," he purred. "Are you sure you want to ride me?"

"As sure as I've ever been in my life." You moaned, resting your body atop his. "I'm ready whenever you are, cowboy."

Mark grinned, planting a chaste kiss on your lips. He wrapped his arms around you, helping guide you onto his erection. You slid easily down his shaft, enjoying the sensation of his hardness inside of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately.

"Jesus, you feel so good." Mark grunted, tightening his grip around your waist. "Feels so damn good being inside you."

"Mmm," you moaned, rocking your hips back and forth. "So does having you inside me."

You kissed him deeply, plunging your tongue into his mouth as you ground your pussy against his cock. He groaned, biting your lip playfully as you continued riding him. You tightened your muscles, moaning as his cock hit your G-spot.

"Oh fuck yeah, Y/N," Mark grunted, lifting you off of him slightly. "That's right. Fuck yourself on my dick. Show me how much you love riding me."

You slammed your pussy down on his cock, speeding up your pace. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him hard. Your bodies collided against each other, smacking together softly. Mark wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling your neck.

"You're so fucking sexy." He whispered, pressing small kisses against your neck.

"Fuck, Mark." You whimpered, clutching his arm, riding him like your life depended on it. "Your dick feels so fucking good inside of me."

Mark smiled, caressing your cheek with his hand. "Keep riding me, baby. Keep driving me wild."

You rocked your hips back and forth, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone. Mark bit his lip as you fucked him, sucking in a breath sharply when you tightened your pussy around his cock. He reached out to grab your breasts, rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. You continued your assault on his cock, moaning softly as you rode him.

"I want to watch you cum, baby." Mark whispered, lifting his head. "I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours as you lose control."

"Then look at me." You moaned. "Watch me come apart for you, Mark."

Mark moaned as you rode him faster and faster. You could hear your breaths getting heavier, your moans growing louder. Mark stared into your eyes, encouraging you as he grabbed hold of your hips tightly. You closed your eyes, feeling your pussy tighten around his cock.

"Mark, let's cum together." You panted, tightening your muscles. "Fill me up with your hot load, Mark. I need it so badly."

"Here it comes, Y/N." Mark whispered, arching his back slightly. "Cum for me."

Your pussy tightened around his cock as you felt your orgasm wash over you. You screamed out his name as your body shook uncontrollably, your orgasm tearing through your entire body. Mark released his grip on your hips, grabbing your tits and squeezing them roughly. His cock pulsated wildly, shooting its thick load of cum deep inside of you. You collapsed against him, breathing heavily as your orgasm finally faded away.

Mark slowly lifted you off of him, laying you down next to him. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You could feel his arms wrapping around you, his warmth radiating throughout your entire body. You closed your eyes, basking in the moment as he softly stroked your hair.

"Do you have any idea how amazing you are?" Mark whispered, resting his chin on top of your head. "I honestly don't know what I did to deserve someone as wonderful as you."

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze. "I'd say we both had something to do with it."

"Is that so?" Mark smirked. "Well then, I guess you're stuck with me forever."

"Forever?" You asked, smiling at him. "What are you insinuating, Mark Lee? That I'm going to be yours forever?"

"Only if you want me to be." Mark replied simply, cupping your face in his hands. "And if you'll have me."

You nodded, returning his smile. "Of course I will, Mark. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"That's my girl." He whispered, nibbling your lower lip playfully. "That's my little farmer."

"Yeah, that's me." You said with a smile. "Forever with her cowboy. Always and forever."

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