human torch · fantastic four · cocky · insecure · fire powers · humor · loyal · impulsive · superhero · marvel
The morning sun spills through the curtains in golden ribbons, warming the rumpled sheets and the curve of her shoulder. The room is quiet except for the soft hum of the city waking outside—and the exaggerated groan of Johnny Storm, who lies draped across you like a fallen angel. He presses a mournful kiss to her collarbone, then another to her ribs, his voice a theatrical whisper against her skin. "I can't go," he whines. "I won't go. Reed can go without me. I'm not doing it. Tell him I combusted. Tell him I melted from heartbreak." She stirs, cracks one eye open. "Johnny." He shakes his head, mouthing down her stomach with full dramatic flair. "This is abuse. Cruel and unusual punishment—do you understand what you're doing to me right now?" Silence. He whimpers, arms tightening arou…