out of all the batboys, who is the most kali uchis coded ?
I’D GIVE MY ALLLLLLL TO HAVE
JUST ONE MORE NIGHT WITH YOU 😩
sooo i have an wip series incoming and just wanted to test the waters
FLASHPOINT: JOHNNY STORM & [Y/N] CAUGHT IN PUBLIC BLOWUP—DOES THE HUMAN TORCH HAVE A TEMPER?
FIRE & DESIRE: JOHNNY STORM & [Y/N] TURN UP THE HEAT IN NEWEST PUBLIC APPEARANCE!
“do you guys ever get tired of reading these?” sue quirked a blonde brow, flipping through the magazines. “look at ‘em, susie?,” ben let out a long sigh, rubbing his overly calloused finger to his temple. sue looked up to be faced by a disgusting sight. johnny gripped your exposed thigh that spilled out of the slit of your hand-stitched designer dress, gripping you closer— the contrast between his veiny hand and the silk of the deep cetacean blue were the perfect combination. your lips meshed together without any sign of discernment— nor quieting with both your ceaseless moans, whilst both of you freely roam each others bodies.
does it look like it’s stopping them?” ben shook his head while crossing his large arms, unimpressed with their crude PDA and lack of respect for the rest of the occupants that rode with them
johnny pulled back, causing an airy whine to leave your lips. he flashed ben his signature cocky smile— that could make panties fall and fists clench white— plaster, “c’mon pebbles! it’s called passion, and i am an passionate lover. ain’t that right, princess?” giving his lips a quick lick, savoring your vanilla-bean lipgloss
“you have your moments” rolled your eyes with an amused smirk, gaining a squeeze on your thigh— still lounging comfortably on his lap. you readily had your compact mirror in hand, checking for any misconstructions in your makeup. everything seemed fine still, but it didn’t hurt to apply more gloss since your giddy casanova wanted to show his passion for you so hungrily
“and to answer your question sue, we’re stars. it’s nothin’ if we get into the mags every once in a while” you shrugged, swiping your lips with the tube skillfully. a bad headline wasn’t nothing to you and johnny, you two had plenty of more good deals to outsell the bad press. he snapped his finger, agreeing immediately with your explanation. “exactly! it’s—“
“still doesn’t excuse the fact you got caught with two victoria secret models” you side-eyed him, moving your thigh and crossing your legs. to say johnny’s a cheater would— how’d he said it? ‘scorned his pride’; he claims he’s an empath… who happens to get caught up in the moment sometimes. yeah right, empath yo’ ass
thoughts @pinkhoodi ?
pinkhoodi asked:
in the words of tyler, the creator himself, I wholeheartedly believe 2005!johnny storm is a BOXSEAT MUNCHER 🧏🏽♀️
hoetachi answered:
baby when i tell you, you was not familiar with his game.. you might as well be next to take up the mantle she-hulk with how LETHAL his tongue is LMAOOO
“joh..nny! i forgive’ you alr-eady babyyy~” you were practically sobbing at this point. this demon—between your trembling thighs— was still nowhere near finished with you quite yet. lifting his head up; cheeks flushed almost as bright as his flames, chin covered in a mixture of your slickness and his saliva and lust-blown polar eyes glistening a dark joy as they watched your fucked out body.
johnny storm was many names, but munch was definitely his latest with how fucked out your body was with just his tongue alone. whoever decided to make him cocky as well as phenomenal at sex either deserved to be punched in their lip or have lifetime of blessings. i mean, the way he stuffed his face between your folds without any regard of his own, his only goal being to be the only name your neighbors know that would answer their questions about who’s got you yelling for mercy through all hours of the day. as well as seeing how pretty your cunt is clenching for his tongue to nuzzle back in your gummy walls again despite your protests of his abuse, god he felt like the man when he got you like this
the nerve of him to ask for another orgasm from you when you already gave him 3 life-altering ones seem almost sinister. you honestly don’t believe you even had any fluid left in your body to achieve another; making you consider getting an iv after all of this was over with.
an playful pout formed on his pussy-soaked lips, “tsk don’t tell me,” he quickly dips his head, dragging a painfully slow, long lick against your cunt— ripping another back-arching moan from you, if you can even call it that by how raw and hoarsed your voice become
you can’t handle a lil’ heat, princess?” that shit-eaten grin returning after your body’s response could’ve given you the strength to shove his face back where it belongs to spare you of any of his teasing
I’m bout to HUNCH on this man
PASSENGER PRINCESS — E. KILLMONGER
➠ erik killmonger x reader
➠ mulan’s input - i miss mbj in the mcu :( tumblr was a TIME with the killmonger fics happy belated valentine’s day
➠ c/w - black-coded reader (its bhm duh), pet names [mamas & baby], just eric getting roasted for his crocs
make a hood nigga put some jibbitz in his crocs.
ERIK STOOD by the front door, slipping on his black hoodie while checking his pockets for his keys— securing he had everything he needed before his departure. he wasn’t big on valentine’s day, but he did like spoiling the people he cared about, and he figured it wouldn’t kill him to pick up something nice for shuri and his auntie.
“where you goin’?” you asked from the couch, lazily stretching after indulging in your 3rd nap of day.
“‘bout to hit the stores, get some valentine’s stuff for auntie and lil’ cuz,” he said causally, pulling his hood up. he crouched down to tighten the laces on his timbs.
immediately your eyes lit up. “ohhh, I’m coming.”
he huffed, shaking his head with a smirk. “ you aint got nothin’ better to do?” he questioned because he knew damn well his quick trip to the mall was going to be 3 hours if you came with him
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