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Reed Richards also known as Mr. Fantastic also known as your husband, has been tucked in his lab since the sun rose hours ago.
You know how he is, once he puts his mind to something he get's completely lost in it. Whether it's something scientific, or something power wise or if it involved you.
You, being the sweet loving wife you are, decided to stop by and drop him off dinner. You had HERBIE bring him breakfast and lunch, so why not check up on him, make sure he's alright?
It all happened so fast.
You had paged him that you were coming down with food. And when you have arrived in the dimly lit room, you could only stare at him, his top few buttons undone on his shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair astray and his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose.
God, did this man pull off the smart handsome guy look.
You had bit your lip upon seeing him.
You didn't mean to tease him, give him a few suggestive looks and a few suggestive words but... it just happened.
It happened so fast, you don't exactly remember him pulling you on his desk after swiping away the many math and scientific formulas that were cluttered on top.
You don't remember him yanking his and your pants down and him swiftly entering your awaiting pussy.
All you can remember and think about is his hips snapping into your soaking pussy at a fast and desperate pace, the sound of skin slapping filling his laboratory in place of the whirring of machines.
You remember him pulling you close, his hand on your waist, guiding the pace as your grinded against, trying to take as much of him as you can.
You remember him reaching up, giving a gentle, experiential squeeze to your neck, then traveling up to grip your jaw, bringing your needy lips to his. The kiss so fierce that he had to pull back and take his glasses off as they were getting in the way.
He had pulled you closer as he fucked you deeper so that you were chest to chest, your breast pressing up against him. His thrust got sloppier as you squeezed him from within, both of your climax's close.
You remembered as he he buried his face in your neck as he came with a shudder, you felt the hot spurts of cum shooting into you as you came seconds later.
"If that doesn't put a baby in you... I don't know what will." Reed had said to you as he cleaned you and him up.
And now, as if it was just a gust in a wind. You and Reed, stood over the table, looking at whatever theories he's concocted, munching on the cold dinner you had brought in earlier.
18+ Giving Steven Grant consent to lose control. 18+ blurb!
Steven is always nice and polite. He takes care of you like the princess you are.
He showers you with unconditional love and more.
Steven is always so sweet that one day you give him consent to let go.
And god, does Steven let go.
He fucks you on every inch of the apartment. Every piece of furniture he has you pressed in some position where he can fuck into you easily.
"Mm- Fuck, you feel so good."
Steven would moan into you while you were ass up, face down... just for him. His hips bucking wildly at a frantic pace.
There were even a few times he decided to tie you up and blindfold you, eating you out until you squirted all over his face and crying from the pleasure and overstimulation.
And finally when Steven was satisfied, he would look over you with hazy eyes, love bites all over you, sweat coating your entire body and cum leaking from your spent pussy and a lazy smile on your face... he'd fall in love with you all over again.
He'd snap out of his sex crazed mind ( with the help of Marc and Jake ) and get you everything needed for aftercare. Warm towels as you waited for the bath to warm up, he'd rub lotion on you and give you a massage.
And finally a nice meal, usually some type of take out but if Steven had any energy left he'd make a nice meal for the two of you.
Giving Steven consent to loose control was the best idea ever.
WARNING: FANTASTIC FOUR: FIRST STEPS SPOILERS! MENTIONS OF DEATH, GRIEF AND DEPRESSION! HELLA ANGST! only proof read once.
A/N: having a terrible week. work hours are getting cut = less money. and i think my cat is sick. so y'all are getting some sad writes.
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You remember everything that happened when Galactus came down to earth. The Fantastic Four did everything they could to try to stop them. They tried to trick him, hurt him in some way, to save earth… to save Franklin.
Johnny had brought Franklin back to you as you were waiting in the Baxter Tower with HERBIE. He gave you a swift kiss, a small hug and the last words you heard from him “I love you, I’ll be back.”
He lied, he didn’t come back.
You had watched as Galactus got pushed in the portal, you had let out a breath, for only a second, thinking it was finally over but Galactus had other plans.
You had watched in horror as he reached back out just as the timer was counting down. You felt the color from your face drain, your heartbeat in your ears as you watched a red streak fly across the sky and slam into Galactus, pushing him back in and disappearing as the portal finally closed.
“Johnny!” You had cried out, rushing to the balcony, hoping to see a sigh of him.
But he was gone.
You don’t know what had happened, Reed, Sue and Ben had tried to explain it to you but you didn’t care, because Johnny was gone.
You were beyond your lowest point, you didn’t care that Sue almost died, you didn’t care that Franklin was saved, you didn’t care that the world was saved because it was all at the expense of Johnny’s life.
The love of your life. Gone.
The first week of him gone, you tried to act normal, you had showed up to Sunday dinner with a false smile on your face. But as everyone sat in silence, the only thing was forks and knives scraping against plates, Franklin babbling away like there was nothing wrong, and music playing softly in the background. And to make it worse, it was Johnny’s favorite song.
You didn’t realize you had stopped eating, you were staring at Johnny’s empty seat, tears forming in your eyes. You abruptly stood up, chair getting flung back and you ran back to you and Johnny's room… Now it was only your room. Sue and Reed called out for you but you didn't listen to them.
You began to throw things, break things, anything you could reach. You didn’t care anymore, Johnny was gone now. And you had nothing left to live for.
Ben had come into the room attempting to stop you from destroying anything further and hopefully preventing you from hurting yourself. You had thrashed around, struggling and yelling at Ben to let you go, he said nothing, just holding you until you finally went limp, crying even harder than before.
“He’s gone Ben, he's gone.” You speak through your cries.
Ben hugs you, “I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, darlin'.”
At the two week mark with Johnny being gone, you refused to believe he was dead… he was just… gone. You had hoped that in Galactus’ twisted mind that maybe he’d keep Johnny alive, make Johnny one of his heralds so he wouldn’t be lonely floating in space.
At three weeks you were angry. At what? At everything. You hated being at the Baxter Tower. You hated how everything reminded you of him, you hated how your room still smelled like him, you hated that your closest was still filled with his clothes. Room filled with his little trinkets.
You hated being near Reed, Sue, Ben and Franklin. You hated Reed for not thinking of a better plan, he was the smartest man in the world and he came up with some Scooby Doo trap against a literal cosmic giant entity.
You hated Sue for not being strong enough to finish the job herself.
You hated Ben for not doing enough, not being strong enough.
You hated Franklin for just… existing.
Because to you, all of this was their fault… Johnny being gone was their fault.
You’d never tell them that though.
So instead, in the dead of the night, not standing to be able to be around the Fantastic Four anymore, you packed your bags and left. You left a note, just a brief one.
I can’t stand it here anymore.
That’s it. That’s all you left. That’s all they needed from you after everything they’ve done. Or better yet everything they haven’t done.
Three months later, you were tucked in a little studio apartment somewhere in the heart of the city. You weren’t angry anymore, but you weren’t any better.
You were now depressed, everything sitting heavy on your heart. Even after leaving the Baxter Tower, Johnny was still everywhere. The world mourned him just like you but they didn’t know him like you did.
Billboards of Johnny increased, memorials of him everywhere, the radio stations always dedicated songs to him and when you’d catch Sue, Ben and Reed on TV, they would always say something about Johnny.
They’d say something about you... to you. In hidden messages that only you knew were for you.
“We lost more than just Johnny”
“Our home is quiet, we're missing puzzle pieces to our puzzle”
You knew those were directed to you… but you can’t go back… not now… probably not ever.
You knew Ben would go out every available afternoon and search for any sign of you. He’d go up and down the streets of your old neighborhood, go to some of your favorite places, go to places you and Johnny used to go to. Even contacted some family members, but he always came up with nothing.
You caught him one time, walking down the street, hat on, hands shoved in his pockets. He had gotten a tip from the little old lady who you’re renting from. She would hear you crying every night, calling for Johnny.
She knew who you were, she knew you and Johnny were together, so when you had come to her for a place she didn’t hesitate to take you in. But you were worse than she thought you’d be.
Ben hadn’t knocked, he left a box in front of your door and left. You waited thirty minutes before grabbing it, just in case he was hiding around the corner, and took the box inside.
In it was a note;
“We miss you. Please let us know you’re alright. Franklin has started saying words, he’s asking for you. Contact us, show your face, something. We need to know you’re alright. Please.”
You discarded the note and pulled out the next few things. There was two pictures, a recent picture of Franklin and the other was a picture of you and Johnny on your last anniversary. On the back, written in Johnny’s handwriting was;
“Me and the love of my life on our six year anniversary, next anniversary they'll be my fiancée”
You gasped reading the note. You dig in the box and pull out one of Johnny’s sweatshirts and wrapped in it was a velvet box and in that box, held the most gorgeous ring, the stone was your birthstone and engraved on the band was “Future Mrs. Storm”
You couldn’t hold back your tears and started to cry. Clutching the sweater and ring towards your chest.
WARNING: FANTASTIC FOUR: FIRST STEPS SPOILERS! MENTIONS OF DEATH, GRIEF AND DEPRESSION! HELLA ANGST! only proof read once.
A/N: having a terrible week. work hours are getting cut = less money. and i think my cat is sick. so y'all are getting some sad writes.
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You remember everything that happened when Galactus came down to earth. The Fantastic Four did everything they could to try to stop them. They tried to trick him, hurt him in some way, to save earth… to save Franklin.
Johnny had brought Franklin back to you as you were waiting in the Baxter Tower with HERBIE. He gave you a swift kiss, a small hug and the last words you heard from him “I love you, I’ll be back.”
He lied, he didn’t come back.
You had watched as Galactus got pushed in the portal, you had let out a breath, for only a second, thinking it was finally over but Galactus had other plans.
You had watched in horror as he reached back out just as the timer was counting down. You felt the color from your face drain, your heartbeat in your ears as you watched a red streak fly across the sky and slam into Galactus, pushing him back in and disappearing as the portal finally closed.
“Johnny!” You had cried out, rushing to the balcony, hoping to see a sigh of him.
But he was gone.
You don’t know what had happened, Reed, Sue and Ben had tried to explain it to you but you didn’t care, because Johnny was gone.
You were beyond your lowest point, you didn’t care that Sue almost died, you didn’t care that Franklin was saved, you didn’t care that the world was saved because it was all at the expense of Johnny’s life.
The love of your life. Gone.
The first week of him gone, you tried to act normal, you had showed up to Sunday dinner with a false smile on your face. But as everyone sat in silence, the only thing was forks and knives scraping against plates, Franklin babbling away like there was nothing wrong, and music playing softly in the background. And to make it worse, it was Johnny’s favorite song.
You didn’t realize you had stopped eating, you were staring at Johnny’s empty seat, tears forming in your eyes. You abruptly stood up, chair getting flung back and you ran back to you and Johnny's room… Now it was only your room. Sue and Reed called out for you but you didn't listen to them.
You began to throw things, break things, anything you could reach. You didn’t care anymore, Johnny was gone now. And you had nothing left to live for.
Ben had come into the room attempting to stop you from destroying anything further and hopefully preventing you from hurting yourself. You had thrashed around, struggling and yelling at Ben to let you go, he said nothing, just holding you until you finally went limp, crying even harder than before.
“He’s gone Ben, he's gone.” You speak through your cries.
Ben hugs you, “I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, darlin'.”
At the two week mark with Johnny being gone, you refused to believe he was dead… he was just… gone. You had hoped that in Galactus’ twisted mind that maybe he’d keep Johnny alive, make Johnny one of his heralds so he wouldn’t be lonely floating in space.
At three weeks you were angry. At what? At everything. You hated being at the Baxter Tower. You hated how everything reminded you of him, you hated how your room still smelled like him, you hated that your closest was still filled with his clothes. Room filled with his little trinkets.
You hated being near Reed, Sue, Ben and Franklin. You hated Reed for not thinking of a better plan, he was the smartest man in the world and he came up with some Scooby Doo trap against a literal cosmic giant entity.
You hated Sue for not being strong enough to finish the job herself.
You hated Ben for not doing enough, not being strong enough.
You hated Franklin for just… existing.
Because to you, all of this was their fault… Johnny being gone was their fault.
You’d never tell them that though.
So instead, in the dead of the night, not standing to be able to be around the Fantastic Four anymore, you packed your bags and left. You left a note, just a brief one.
I can’t stand it here anymore.
That’s it. That’s all you left. That’s all they needed from you after everything they’ve done. Or better yet everything they haven’t done.
Three months later, you were tucked in a little studio apartment somewhere in the heart of the city. You weren’t angry anymore, but you weren’t any better.
You were now depressed, everything sitting heavy on your heart. Even after leaving the Baxter Tower, Johnny was still everywhere. The world mourned him just like you but they didn’t know him like you did.
Billboards of Johnny increased, memorials of him everywhere, the radio stations always dedicated songs to him and when you’d catch Sue, Ben and Reed on TV, they would always say something about Johnny.
They’d say something about you... to you. In hidden messages that only you knew were for you.
“We lost more than just Johnny”
“Our home is quiet, we're missing puzzle pieces to our puzzle”
You knew those were directed to you… but you can’t go back… not now… probably not ever.
You knew Ben would go out every available afternoon and search for any sign of you. He’d go up and down the streets of your old neighborhood, go to some of your favorite places, go to places you and Johnny used to go to. Even contacted some family members, but he always came up with nothing.
You caught him one time, walking down the street, hat on, hands shoved in his pockets. He had gotten a tip from the little old lady who you’re renting from. She would hear you crying every night, calling for Johnny.
She knew who you were, she knew you and Johnny were together, so when you had come to her for a place she didn’t hesitate to take you in. But you were worse than she thought you’d be.
Ben hadn’t knocked, he left a box in front of your door and left. You waited thirty minutes before grabbing it, just in case he was hiding around the corner, and took the box inside.
In it was a note;
“We miss you. Please let us know you’re alright. Franklin has started saying words, he’s asking for you. Contact us, show your face, something. We need to know you’re alright. Please.”
You discarded the note and pulled out the next few things. There was two pictures, a recent picture of Franklin and the other was a picture of you and Johnny on your last anniversary. On the back, written in Johnny’s handwriting was;
“Me and the love of my life on our six year anniversary, next anniversary they'll be my fiancée”
You gasped reading the note. You dig in the box and pull out one of Johnny’s sweatshirts and wrapped in it was a velvet box and in that box, held the most gorgeous ring, the stone was your birthstone and engraved on the band was “Future Mrs. Storm”
You couldn’t hold back your tears and started to cry. Clutching the sweater and ring towards your chest.
WARNING: FANTASTIC FOUR: FIRST STEPS SPOILERS! MENTIONS OF DEATH, GRIEF AND DEPRESSION! HELLA ANGST! only proof read once.
A/N: having a terrible week. work hours are getting cut = less money. and i think my cat is sick. so y'all are getting some sad writes.
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You remember everything that happened when Galactus came down to earth. The Fantastic Four did everything they could to try to stop them. They tried to trick him, hurt him in some way, to save earth… to save Franklin.
Johnny had brought Franklin back to you as you were waiting in the Baxter Tower with HERBIE. He gave you a swift kiss, a small hug and the last words you heard from him “I love you, I’ll be back.”
He lied, he didn’t come back.
You had watched as Galactus got pushed in the portal, you had let out a breath, for only a second, thinking it was finally over but Galactus had other plans.
You had watched in horror as he reached back out just as the timer was counting down. You felt the color from your face drain, your heartbeat in your ears as you watched a red streak fly across the sky and slam into Galactus, pushing him back in and disappearing as the portal finally closed.
“Johnny!” You had cried out, rushing to the balcony, hoping to see a sigh of him.
But he was gone.
You don’t know what had happened, Reed, Sue and Ben had tried to explain it to you but you didn’t care, because Johnny was gone.
You were beyond your lowest point, you didn’t care that Sue almost died, you didn’t care that Franklin was saved, you didn’t care that the world was saved because it was all at the expense of Johnny’s life.
The love of your life. Gone.
The first week of him gone, you tried to act normal, you had showed up to Sunday dinner with a false smile on your face. But as everyone sat in silence, the only thing was forks and knives scraping against plates, Franklin babbling away like there was nothing wrong, and music playing softly in the background. And to make it worse, it was Johnny’s favorite song.
You didn’t realize you had stopped eating, you were staring at Johnny’s empty seat, tears forming in your eyes. You abruptly stood up, chair getting flung back and you ran back to you and Johnny's room… Now it was only your room. Sue and Reed called out for you but you didn't listen to them.
You began to throw things, break things, anything you could reach. You didn’t care anymore, Johnny was gone now. And you had nothing left to live for.
Ben had come into the room attempting to stop you from destroying anything further and hopefully preventing you from hurting yourself. You had thrashed around, struggling and yelling at Ben to let you go, he said nothing, just holding you until you finally went limp, crying even harder than before.
“He’s gone Ben, he's gone.” You speak through your cries.
Ben hugs you, “I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, darlin'.”
At the two week mark with Johnny being gone, you refused to believe he was dead… he was just… gone. You had hoped that in Galactus’ twisted mind that maybe he’d keep Johnny alive, make Johnny one of his heralds so he wouldn’t be lonely floating in space.
At three weeks you were angry. At what? At everything. You hated being at the Baxter Tower. You hated how everything reminded you of him, you hated how your room still smelled like him, you hated that your closest was still filled with his clothes. Room filled with his little trinkets.
You hated being near Reed, Sue, Ben and Franklin. You hated Reed for not thinking of a better plan, he was the smartest man in the world and he came up with some Scooby Doo trap against a literal cosmic giant entity.
You hated Sue for not being strong enough to finish the job herself.
You hated Ben for not doing enough, not being strong enough.
You hated Franklin for just… existing.
Because to you, all of this was their fault… Johnny being gone was their fault.
You’d never tell them that though.
So instead, in the dead of the night, not standing to be able to be around the Fantastic Four anymore, you packed your bags and left. You left a note, just a brief one.
I can’t stand it here anymore.
That’s it. That’s all you left. That’s all they needed from you after everything they’ve done. Or better yet everything they haven’t done.
Three months later, you were tucked in a little studio apartment somewhere in the heart of the city. You weren’t angry anymore, but you weren’t any better.
You were now depressed, everything sitting heavy on your heart. Even after leaving the Baxter Tower, Johnny was still everywhere. The world mourned him just like you but they didn’t know him like you did.
Billboards of Johnny increased, memorials of him everywhere, the radio stations always dedicated songs to him and when you’d catch Sue, Ben and Reed on TV, they would always say something about Johnny.
They’d say something about you... to you. In hidden messages that only you knew were for you.
“We lost more than just Johnny”
“Our home is quiet, we're missing puzzle pieces to our puzzle”
You knew those were directed to you… but you can’t go back… not now… probably not ever.
You knew Ben would go out every available afternoon and search for any sign of you. He’d go up and down the streets of your old neighborhood, go to some of your favorite places, go to places you and Johnny used to go to. Even contacted some family members, but he always came up with nothing.
You caught him one time, walking down the street, hat on, hands shoved in his pockets. He had gotten a tip from the little old lady who you’re renting from. She would hear you crying every night, calling for Johnny.
She knew who you were, she knew you and Johnny were together, so when you had come to her for a place she didn’t hesitate to take you in. But you were worse than she thought you’d be.
Ben hadn’t knocked, he left a box in front of your door and left. You waited thirty minutes before grabbing it, just in case he was hiding around the corner, and took the box inside.
In it was a note;
“We miss you. Please let us know you’re alright. Franklin has started saying words, he’s asking for you. Contact us, show your face, something. We need to know you’re alright. Please.”
You discarded the note and pulled out the next few things. There was two pictures, a recent picture of Franklin and the other was a picture of you and Johnny on your last anniversary. On the back, written in Johnny’s handwriting was;
“Me and the love of my life on our six year anniversary, next anniversary they'll be my fiancée”
You gasped reading the note. You dig in the box and pull out one of Johnny’s sweatshirts and wrapped in it was a velvet box and in that box, held the most gorgeous ring, the stone was your birthstone and engraved on the band was “Future Mrs. Storm”
You couldn’t hold back your tears and started to cry. Clutching the sweater and ring towards your chest.
You and Johnny were currently in the kitchen looking at all the snacks Sue had prepared for Franklin. Today, you and Johnny were babysitting as Sue and Reed were needed for something involving the Future Foundation.
Johnny was leaning on the counter next to you, squinting his eyes at the snacks Sue had prepared for Franklin, “This honestly seems disgusting. Carrot and beet root rice crackers?”
You only shrug, your attention was on a wiggly Franklin, whose current obsession was pulling people’s hair. Sue had warned you to keep it out of arms length, but that didn’t stop Franklin's quick and swift grip.
“Hey little man, do you actually want this?” Johnny asks Franklin, holding up the box of rice crackers. Almost as if Franklin understood, he shook his head, making Johnny let out a triumph noise.
“Figured, let’s get you something more tasty.” Johnny turns and starts digging in the fridge.
You sigh, “Johnny, respect what she feeds Franklin.”
“But–”
“Jonathan.”
Johnny lets out a loud groan and removes himself from the fridge. He looks at you with a pout on his face, you only roll your eyes and grab the rice cracker box from him. Opening it and giving Franklin one.
Your eyebrows raise as Franklin throws it on the ground with a small grunt.
“See…” Johnny mumbles as he takes Franklin from your arms and makes his way into the toy filled living room.
They had been playing all morning and well into the afternoon, they didn’t realize just how many toys he had. You wondered why Franklin needed that many toys at eight months but you knew Reed would go on about some scientific development with toys.
“Alright little man, what do you wanna do before we put you down for a nap? More blocks? Do you want to attempt to color? Maybe a stroll outside?” Johnny said to Franklin, tickling his belly, making the child let out a gleeful laugh before pointing at the bookshelf that held many of Reed’s books.
Johnny tsked, “Your mommy said no big boy books until you're at least four. How about we take a walk outside?”
Franklin frowned in response, eyes started watering, lips going into a similar pout that Johnny had just had on his face. You instantly jump into action, hoping to prevent a full on tantrum.
“Hey, hey, how about after we take a walk in the park, we can read one of daddy's books right before naptime. How does that sound?” You say softly rubbing the top of Franklin's head. This seemed to be ok with Franklin as he sniffed, and laid his head against Johnny. You could tell he was due for that nap soon.
You prep Franklin's stroller and diaper bag with the necessities, you’d only be out for thirty minutes, maybe an hour but Franklin was still a baby so you’d never know what he needed.
You grabbed yourself and Johnny hats and sunglasses, an attempt to conceal your identities. Johnny had already put Franklin in the stroller and was standing by the door waiting for you, his hand out stretched for you to take.
In Johnny’s mind, this was the future he had imagined with you. The future would have you, a nice engagement and wedding ring glistening in the light on your finger. Him having his arm tightly around your waist as you leaned into him. You’d be pushing a stroller that held your first kid and your belly would be swollen, ready to pop any day with your second. Johnny hummed in content.
You looked at Johnny, a smile on your face, you squeezed his hand, “What are you so happy for?”
Johnny shrugs, and starts swinging your hands, “The future. I can already see it now and it’s perfect.”
You let out a light laugh and kiss Johnny on the cheek, “I hope i’m in it.”
“Of course you are. There is no future without you.” Johnny says, his arm now wrapping around you to give you a proper kiss. You lean into him and kiss him back, the kiss full of love and sincerity.
“Bah!” Franklin squeals out, causing you and Johnny to pull apart with a laugh. Franklin was frantically waving his toy around trying to get yours and Johnny’s attention.
“Sorry little buddy, were we not paying enough attention to you?” Johnny cooed down at Franklin.
You looked at your watch, noticing the time. “Time to head back home for a bath and then naptime." You said as Johnny tickled Franklin.
You arrived back at the tower and got Franklin in and out of the bath with no fuss or struggle. You were currently in his room, he was clad in a blue onesie, sucking away at his pacifier as you were rocking him in a rocking chair.
Franklin's eyes were fluttering, him fighting to stay awake as your hand rubbed soothing circles on his back. “It’s ok, mommy and daddy will be back when you open your eyes again.” You cooed softly.
You started to hum softly, hoping to lull the baby asleep. And finally, after a few minutes, Franklin was fast asleep, little baby coo’s and snores coming from the sleeping boy.
You had gently placed him back in his crib and made your way out the room, making sure the nightlight was on and the baby monitor was working.
“He asleep?” Johnny whispered to you as you made your way down the hallway and back to the living room.
You nod and flop yourself on top of Johnny, hugging him and nuzzling into his neck with a deep sigh.
A few moments of silence passed by before Johnny spoke up, “I want one in the future.”
“Want one?” You hum back.
“A kid. Kid’s… a family with you. All of it.” Johnny says him hugging you into him.
You look up at him with a smile, and kiss Johnny multiple times on the face, “I’d love that Johnny.”
Johnny nodded, “One step at a time, we can call this practice for the future.”
“I like that, one step at a time.”
Johnny tilts his head to you, “Off topic, you know you didn’t read Franklin a book right?”
You laugh a little, “I did that on purpose, I knew he’d be too tired to remember that. Plus Reed’s books are too… complicated for me. I’d probably fall asleep before he did just reading it.”
Johnny only laughed and kissed you on the forehead. “I love you.”
WARNING: NO SPOILERS ! 18+ smut. only once proof read
A/N: I HOPE NO ONE HAS DONE THIS YET!!!!! I meant to get this out sooner but I fear i've become too important at my job. ew.
It was Sunday evening, the sun had just set and everyone in the Baxter Tower was getting ready for dinner. Reed and Sue were busy getting Franklin dressed, the toddler giving them a struggle. Ben and HERBIE in the kitchen adding last touches to the meal.
You and Johnny were in his room, you in the bathroom freshening up and Johnny laying on the bed eating cereal straight from the box.
“Johnny,” You had called out, getting a glimpse of him on the bed, “You’re going to ruin your appetite for dinner!” You scolded him lightly.
Johnny huffed and whined, “Babe, i’m hungry!”
You rolled your eyes, “You can’t wait another thirty minutes until dinner's ready?” You sassed back.
Johnny sat up, ready to make a cheeky remark but stopped before it could leave his lips. He had finally looked at you since you started getting ready. You were wearing a beautiful thigh length dress, the color you chose complimented your skin as it seemingly seemed to glitter in the bathroom light. Your hair done in a nice updo.
Johnny smirked as he eyed you. He quickly goes to lock his bedroom door and then makes his way to the bathroom where you were still getting ready.
You look at him in the mirror as you place the lotion you had in your hand down on the counter sink. “Johnny? What are you doing?”
“I’m hungry…” Johnny drawled in his usual cocky voice.
“Can you not wait thirty –” You start to say but gasp as Johnny cages you in between himself and the sink, his blue eyes darkened with unsatisfied hunger.
“I want something else…” Johnny murmurs as he lowers himself on his knees. Hands on your waist.
Unshamingly, you were already wet. You bit your lip, looking down at Johnny as he looked up at you. “Johnny… we don’t have time for this…”
Johnny rests his head on your hip nuzzling into you a bit, “We do… I'll be quick… well, you’ll need to be quick if you want us to make it to dinner on time. You know if we’re late they’ll be suspicious.”
You don’t reply, only slightly opening your legs. Johnny wastes no time lifting your dress and pulling your panties down. He dives right in licking away at your soaking pussy.
You gasp and moan into him, squeezing your eyes tightly shut as Johnny ate away.
“Fuck Johnny…” You moan, your hand finding it’s way into his blonde hair.
Johnny pulls back, lips already glistening with your juices, “You like that baby?” He gives a few kisses on your inner thigh, him still looking up at you.
You nod, slightly wiggling your hips so he could go back to his meal. Johnny takes his fingers, gives a few rubs to your pussy before inserting them inside you, finding a steady pace that makes your knee’s buck.
He delves back in, sucking on your clit and licking strides up and down your pussy. You moan out again, hand in Johnny’s hair gripping tighter, your legs wanting to squeeze shut and lock him in place.
Johnny pulls back, only for a second, just long enough to throw one of your legs over his shoulder, him going back in like this would be the last things he’d ever get to taste.
You lean against the sink for support, now with both hands grabbing the back of Johnny’s head to push him further. His natural warm body and the small hums and groans he’s doing is bringing the utmost pleasure. You bite your lip, taking back one hand and squeezing your own breast in pleasure.
Suddenly, breaking you from your pleasure trance, a knock sounded on your bedroom door. You gasp opening your eyes, ready to pull yourself away from Johnny.
“Hey guys, dinner’ll be ready in five, you guys ok?” It was Reed.
You try to pull away from Johnny again, but he only tightens his grip on your leg, not leaving from his spot. “Answer him.” Johnny whispered, his hot breath blew against your aching pussy as he slowly dragged his fingers inside and out of you.
“Y-yeah, i’m just finishing up, we’ll be down soon!” You called out breathless, hoping you sounded normal and not like you’re getting your pussy ate.
Reed suspected nothing and called back at you, “Alright, see you guys at dinner.” And with that, walked away.
You instantly focused back on Johnny who had placed his mouth back on you, fingers gradually fingering you at a faster pace.
You were already about to cum, you seemingly never could last long when Johnny was going down on you. “Johnny, baby… baby i’m ‘bout to cum.” You moaned, grinding your hips into his mouth.
Johnny flicked his eyes up to you and only let out a long hum. But you knew what those blue eyes were telling you to do. Cum.
So you came.
You came hard, eyes squeezed shut, with a gasp and a moan. Right in Johnny’s mouth as he never detached himself from you. He continued to lick and suck as you rode yor high down.
With a few more kitten licks, Johnny removed himself from your pussy. His cheeks tinted red, bottom half of his face soaked with your juices.
“Delicous.”
You only pant as he helps you slip your panties back on, pulling your dress down and giving you a few sweet pats on your ass.
“Ready for dinner babe? I think I worked up an appetite.” Johnny smirked.
Warnings: 18+ some smut, some anxiety mentioned, a lil angst. afab reader. only once proof read, sorry!
A/N: RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓽
You and Bob first met at a group therapy session. Yelena had forced suggested that Bob should give it a try, maybe if he heard other people's stories he’d know that he wasn’t alone. That he didn’t have to go through what he was going through inside alone.
You were also there, suggested by a friend as well, you had your own traumas that you wanted to solve and this was just one of the more available options given to you.
Everyone was already in a small circle, chatting softly with each other waiting for the host to begin the session. Bob had scurried in with his head down and sat at the only available seat, which so happened to be next to you.
“Ok class! Today we’re going to do a one on one with the person next to you. It’s called stoplight, name three things that you enjoy, three things that make you nervous or anxious and three things you don’t like. You may begin!” The host had called from the middle of the circle.
The room immediately broke into conversation, you turned to look at Bob and introduced yourself.
He nodded his head, fidgeting a little, a small blush on his face, “I’m Bob…”
You smile, holding out your hand for him to shake, “Nice to meet you Bob. Do you want to go first or should I?”
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮
Everytime you were near Bob, he’d get nervous, a stuttering mess. His cheeks and the tips of his ears would turn red.
Bob wasn’t necessarily a shy person, just awkward. But around you? Yeah, he was shy.
He told Yelena that it would only be a one time thing but it turned into two… four… eventually it hit eight sessions, once a week on Saturday mornings. Yelena had started getting suspicious.
So, without telling Bob, she decided to pick Bob up. Yelena deduced it as a friendly gesture.
And imagine Yelena’s shock when she had spotted Bob and you chatting away in a corner in your own little world. Yelena had the biggest smirk on her face. She had strutted over to them, introducing herself to you and inviting you to the tower for movie night.
And when you arrived, you were awestruck, completely taken back that this was previously the Avengers tower.
Bob had showed you around, telling you a lot of the tower was reconstructed, a lot of the original was gone.
When you got to the living room where the movie night was supposed to be, the whole team was there… but suited up. You looked at Bob confused and Bob had looked at Yelena with wide eyes, he knew what she was doing.
“So, so, sorry, a mission came in and we have to go, Valentina calls. Luckily enough, Bob isn’t needed! You stay, eat snacks, and watch a movie.” Yelena said as she clasped her hands together.
You furrow your eyebrows, taking a glance at a fidgeting Bob, “Are you sure, I don’t want to intrude or anything like that.”
“Completely sure! Gotta go, see ya.” Yelena chirped quickly, pushing the rest of the team out, most rolling their eyes.
“Bob! Come, speak with me before we depart.” Alexi yelled out, slinging his arm around Bob. He dragged him away from you as you settled yourself on the couch.
“We will be gone for three hours. That gives you time to woo her. I know how things like this goes, take these,” Alexi shoved a box in Bob’s hands, “Don’t do it on my recliner.” Alexi whispered the last part before turning and following where the rest of the team went.
Bob looks down at the box in his hands horrified, Alexi had bought him a box of condoms. Bob quickly hides it in a random cabinet near him. He clears his throat and makes his way back to you.
Bob settles himself on the couch next to you, he clears his throat, “So what would you like to watch?”
An hour or so later, you and Bob had moved closer to each other on the couch, blanket draped across both laps, popcorn bowl half empty, movie still playing.
Bob had glanced at you a few times throughout and decided to make a bold move. He cleared his throat and slowly draped his arm around your shoulders.
You looked at him with a bright smile and cuddled into his embrace making his heart flutter.
“So.. this was planned right? Is this a date?” You ask him after a few moments of silence.
Bob swallows, “If that's ok…”
You smiled even brighter, “Of course it’s ok!”
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼
Bob had actually planned your first kiss to be perfect. He wanted to take you on a nice date and eventually, in the end, give you a kiss. He had watched a romcom and thought it was perfect.
Only, what he had planned didn’t happen.
The whole team had gone on a mission and unfortunately for Bob it went horrible and on top of that, it seemingly took forever.
When he had arrived back at the tower, he was nervous, anxious and stressed. He was feeling a lot of things that he didn’t want to feel. Yelena had noticed and decided to call you to the tower, she knew the chances of him calming down were higher if you were there with him.
When you got the call, Yelena didn’t explain much, she only said they’d arrived back and Bob missed you, so come over. You had blushed when she had said that, you had gotten ready in a record time and made your way to the tower.
You greeted the team, all of them freshly showered and now relaxing. You made your way to Bob’s room giving it a knock and waited for a reply.
After a few short seconds, no reply came in, you decided to call out to him.
“Bob? It’s me… Yelena invited me over.” You say softly just loud enough for him to hear.
There was no reply, you were going to walk away, thinking maybe Bob was sleeping, when suddenly the door creaked open.
You pushed it forwards, glancing around as the lights blinked above you. You spotted Bob, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, head down, damp hair covering his eyes.
“Bob…?” You whisper softly making your way to him and sitting down.
“I hate doing this.” Bob said, his voice much deeper than usual.
“Doing what?” You question softly.
“Dealing with such horrible people. They remind me of him.”
You tilt your head, “Him?”
“My father. Why can’t I escape him?” Bob said roughly, he looks up at you finally and you gasp. His eyes were pitch black with only a pinpoint of golden in his eyes.
Recovering quickly, you grab his hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze, “It’s ok Bob. He’s gone, you’re here now, he can’t get you here.”
“He’s in my dreams too… I’ll never escape him.” Bob had lowered his head again.
You gently grab Bob’s chin to make him look at you, “He’s not here.” You state firmly.
Bob’s eyes start to flicker back to his normal ones, you could tell you were getting through to him.
“Say it, He’s. Not. Here.” You repeat softly.
“He’s… he’s not here.” Bob mumbles the color coming back to his eyes.
You smile brightly and on a whim, decide to lean forward and give him a soft peck on his lips.
Bob makes a string of noises, face becoming red, “N-no…” Bob groans, he runs a hand down his face.
“No?” You repeat, afraid that maybe you over stepped a boundary.
“I wanted to kiss you first. I had everything planned.” Bob explains, his fingers fiddling with yours as he avoided eye contact.
You laugh slightly, “Sorry I took that chance from you. At least now you can kiss me whenever you want.”
Bob looks up with a small smile and leans in to kiss you.
Bob was staying at your place for a couple of days. He needed a break from the constantly buzzing tower. You had offered, but warned him that you only had a tiny one bedroom apartment, smaller than the size of the tower's kitchen.
Bob didn’t mind, he had explained to you that this was nothing new to him. What was new to him was the huge tower.
You and Bob were currently asleep, cuddling up in your bed, thick fluffy blankets wrapped tightly around each other. The sun had just started peeking over the horizon, sun rays peaking through your black out curtains.
Bob was the first one to wake up, he hummed and started to stretch, his lower half accidentally brushing against your backside made him freeze.
Bob had morning wood and was hard as a rock. The simple brush against you almost made him explode then and there. He carefully tried to move away from you without waking you up, but in your sleep you could feel him move away so you moved back into him.
You were completely unaware that you settled yourself on top of his clothed erection.
Bob groaned lowly as you – still asleep, wiggled your hips against him, feeling a foreign sensation against you. “Fuck…” Bob murmured, screwing his eyes shut.
To make matters worse, you were pant less, you had on one of Bob’s T-Shirts on and a pair of small panties that left nothing to imagine.
Bob, failing to resist, gives an experimental grind against you, letting out another low groan. The action causes you to stir awake.
“Bob?” You mumble, glancing at him sleepily, seeing his face red, eye’s wide. “What’s wrong?”
“I–I-” Bob only stutters, he then shoots up in bed, trying to escape to the bathroom, hands covering his erection. You catch on quickly, grab on to Bob before he disappears.
“Bob, it's ok… I can… we can… if you want to.” You suggest.
“Are you sure?” Bob says meekly.
You smile softly and nod, taking his hand and pulling him back on the bed, you make sure he’s sitting against the headboard and straddle him. You lift your shirt a bit and plant yourself directly on his hard cock.
Bob freezes at the feeling, he looks up at you with wide eyes, his hands resting on your hips.
You give an experiment grind and giggle when Bob let’s out a tiny moan. You push his hair away from his forehead and lean in to kiss him.
Bob eagerly kisses you back, snaking his arms around you, pulling you closer, as you grind on him.
You moaned as Bob started to buck up into you, you could feel the dampness of your underwear and his boxers.
Bob pulls apart, and looks at you longingly, you smile down at him, “Can I try something?” Bob asks.
You tilted your head but gave a nod. Bob lays you down on your back, and spreads your legs on either side of him. He gently lifts your shirt up, eyes instantly locking on to your panties, taking note of the damp dark stain.
He licks his lips, eyes flickering up to you, pupils blown wide. He looked like a starving animal and it turned you on greatly. “Can I?” He asks huskily.
You felt a flutter in your chest and gave Bob a nod. He pulled down your panties and dove in. Face buried deep in your pussy, him licking and sucking like this was his first meal in forever.
You gasp as he expertly enters two fingers in you, simultaneously sucking and fucking you. “Bob, holy shit!” You moan out, locking your legs around his head.
“Mmm..” Was Bob’s reply. Him lost in the moment of eating you out. Bob had dreamed of this moment for months. You had always walked around in little shorts or wore sundresses on windy days and somehow when Bob was looking he'd always get a glimpse of your lacy underwear.
You bucked your hips and withered around from pleasure, Bob didn’t mind, he just followed your movement, his face never leaving your pussy.
You reached out and grabbed Bob’s hair, gripping it tightly as you tried to push his face even further deeper into your pussy “Bob, ‘M bout to cum…” You moaned out, eyes pinched as you could feel your climax sneaking up on you.
Bob responded by sucking your clit and thrusting his fingers at a faster pace. You let out a loud squeal, cumming all over Bob’s lower face. You tried to pull Bob back as he was begging to overstimulate you.
“Bob!” You groan out, trying to wiggle away from him. Finally Bob pulls away, face glistening with your cum, his eyes even darker with hunger. You stare at him as he licks his lips and sucks his two fingers. The gesture almost makes you cum from the sight alone.
You sit up, take off your shirt, making you completely naked, you begin to crawl your way to Bob, placing a teasing hand on his hard cock. You pull his boxers down, giving it a few strokes, you lower yourself to give him head but he stops you.
You look at him confused, slightly hurt from the rejection, “You don’t want me too…?”
Bob sees the hurt in your eyes and quickly speaks up, “No.. No, I want you too… but if you do, I won’t last to make love to you…” Bob mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
You let out a small oh, no longer feeling hurt. You smile at him before crawling back on top of him, the same position as earlier when you were dry humping him.
You pulled his boxers down completely, grinding a little on his now bare and leaking cock. Giving a few kisses to his neck.
“Condom?” Bob moans out, ready to be inside you, he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll last.
You don’t reply instantly, “I’m clean, it’s been awhile… and I'm on the pill.” You say shyly.
Bob stares out at you in shock, you were allowing him to go in raw? This was the first time they’d be having sex and you were allowing him to go in raw?
Bob nodded eagerly, “I haven’t ever… so… i’m clean too.”
You smiled lovingly at him and gave him a kiss. You reached behind you, grabbing his awaiting cock, you rubbed it against your wet lips before pushing it inside you. Both you and Bob moan as his cock sinks into you, stretching you with a slight burn. Even with the preparation before it didn’t prepare you for Bob’s size.
“You ok?” Bob gasps out, squeezing his eyes at the pleasure he’s getting from your tightness.
You nod, finally adjusting to Bob’s size and begin to slowly start moving. Your movements make you and Bob moan.
You lean into Bob as you move up and down on his cock, the sound of skin slapping, both of your moans, bringing you even more pleasure. Bob leans his head down, attaching his lips to your nipple and sucking away.
You gasp, not realizing you would enjoy getting your breasts sucked so much. You continued to fuck yourself on Bob moaning as you do so.
Bob pulls away from your breast with a pop, lifting his lips to meet your thrust. Bob needed more, he needed to be in control.
He locks his arms around your waist, and with him still inside you, flips you on your back and begins to fuck in to you wildly. You gasp out and moan at the sudden position and pace change.
Bob holds you tightly in missionary position, face buried in your neck, heavy breaths, eyes squeezed closed in pleasure, mouth dropped open, letting out gasps.
“...Feel's so good..” Bob moaned out, his thrust sloppy, his balls fiercely hitting against your pussy, stimulating you even more.
“Bob… fuck, baby, i’m 'bout to come again.” You gasp out, clutching Bob even closer to you.
Bob snaps his even more erratically, “Let’s cum at the same time.” Bob moans into you.
You nod trying to hold it in, waiting for Bob to give you the signal. “I’m cumming, i’m cumming!” Bob gasps, his thrust sloppier, harder, but god did they feel good.
You and Bob both cum with a gasp and a moan, sweat on your bodies, both of you pressed together, trying to catch your breath.
Bob finally rolled off of you, looking up at the ceiling, he then glanced out the window, from what he could see the sun finally had risen.
You turned to Bob, a smile on your face, “That was amazing.” You whisper to him.
Bob looked at you, he thought you looked gorgeous. Hair sticking every which way, you sweaty and breathless because of him, because he made love to you and it had been the best thing he’s ever experienced.
“I love you.” Bob says suddenly, you almost see hearts in his eyes as he says it.
You gasp and sit up, staring at Bob shocked.
“I know I shouldn’t say this right after having sex but I swear I do. I would say it even if we didn’t, I promise!” Bob says frantically, sitting up aswell.
You smile brightly, “I love you too Bob!” You throw your arms around his shoulder, pulling him into a kiss.
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓕𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
The silence was deafening as you got ready in the bathroom. You were upset and Bob knew it, but he didn’t know why per say.
Bob fiddled with his hands as he sat in your now shared bed, he was trying to think of what he could have possibly done to upset you.
To him the day was fine, you had planned an outing, some food trucks were stopping by the nearest park and you wanted Bob to go with you since he’s never been before. He even invited Yelena and John, though John declined.
You finally make your way out the bathroom, clad in your pajamas, you say nothing, only cutting the lights off and tucking yourself into bed, completely ignoring Bob.
Bob made a stressed sound, cutting the lights back on, “Baby? Are you upset with me?” Bob whispers, going to place a hand on your shoulder.
You shrug it off with a scoff.
“Please, what did I do…?” Bob stresses, he could feel himself getting anxious.
You sit up abruptly, “Well I don't know Robert. Maybe the fact that I planned a date and you invited Yelena!”
Bob leans back a little, taken off guard at your yelling, “I invited John too…”
“That’s not the point! Why does everything we do have to involve Yelena! I wanna order something to eat? Let’s ask Yelena what she wants! I wanna move into a bigger place with you? Let’s ask Yelena where we should go! I wanna cook for my boyfriend? Let’s ask Yelena if she wants to join!” You cry out in frustration.
Bob stares at you, mouth opening and closing, not knowing what to say.
“I wanna go on a date, let’s invite Yelena! My god! Next time i’m going to ask if its ok to have sex with you since Yelena has to be involved in EVERYTHING!” You continued, tears brimming in your eyes. You had your own insecurities and the newest one that developed was how close Bob and Yelena were, you couldn’t help but feel that one of them had more than friendly feelings.
Bob still says nothing, he hadn’t thought that maybe he was involving Yelena too much into his relationship.
You scoff wiping under your eye, “I’m sleeping in the guest bedroom.”
And with that, you left no room for Bob to respond, grabbing your pillow and heading to the door, slamming it on the way out.
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓐𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂
It was the following morning, you and Bob still had not spoken. You had gotten ready in the guest bedroom and bathroom, purposely to avoid Bob. You didn’t want to ruin your mood before work.
Bob stayed hidden in the bedroom, he listened to you get ready and leave for work. He had no idea what to do, this was your first fight.
He almost picked up his phone and called Yelena for help, but he realized, this is exactly what you had a problem with.
He always ran to Yelena for everything, and that needed to stop, especially if it involved your relationship.
Bob paced for hours, does he wait for you? Does he call you or go to your job?
Bob groaned, why was this so hard?
He started thinking of ways to apologize, what could he do to apologize and make it up to you? After a few minuets, Bob thought of the perfect way to apologize.
Hours later, you came home, dumping your bags at the door and kicking off your shoes. The day had been terrible and you had almost forgotten you were angry at Bob. Almost.
You walked into the kitchen and stopped abruptly, letting out a soft gasp. There stood Bob, dressed n his fanciest slacks and sweater, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. Behind him, set an array of different foods Bob knew that the both of you had never tried before. Lit tealight candles and some soft music in the back.
“Bob…” You say taking a step into the kitchen looking around in awe.
Bob swallows. “You’re right, I need to stop involving Yelena in our relationship and I just need to be there for you. I– I just… I don’t want to make an excuse for it but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I didn’t want to mess anything up.” Bob explains to you.
You smile, walking up to Bob gently grabbing the flowers and placing them down, “I’m sorry too. I should’ve communicated better.”
Bob smiles down at you and leans in for a kiss. “I love you.”
SUMMARY: you and johnny are like fire and ice... literally
WARNING: NO SPOILERS mention of sex but i think thats it
A/N: i waited a lil bit and i've been waiting to drop the three YES THREE fics i made with Johnny since seeing Fantastic 4. yes this is 1/3
You and Johnny were complete opposites.
He’s outgoing and you’re not. He can easily strike up conversations with strangers, you cannot. He runs hot and you run cold… quite literally.
You had been in an accident only a few years after the Fantastic Four got their powers. It was unfortunate timing, you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Reed had saved you and you recovered eventually, just with powers of your own. You had ice powers.
Similar to Johnny’s in a way but just… ice.
It was an ongoing joke with the team and the public that you and Johnny would eventually end up together because it was just perfect.
Opposites attract, they would say.
At first you hated it and you hated Johnny.
The way he presented himself to the media, he seemed cocky, arrogant and the worst of all to you a womanizer, a player, he just seemed that he went through women like he went through toilet paper.
You’ve heard him multiple times state, “Two things Johnny loves, space and woman”
So you knew your thoughts about him were correct.
But you were wrong.
When you began living at Baxter Tower you did everything in your best ability to avoid Johnny, so much so that it became noticeable.
It started with Reed, you had only been there about a month, he had been going over your measurements as he wanted to get you your own suit. He promised you wouldn’t have to join the team or go on missions, but just in case.
“How’s the stay so far?” Reed asked as he finally turned his attention away from the chalk board.
You smiled politely at him, “It’s been amazing, thank you Dr. Richards.”
Reed shook his head, “Just Reed, please. And is… everyone being kind to you.”
You tilted your head in confusion, “What do you mean?”
Reed scratches his chin, not sure of how to approach this, he probably should’ve let Sue deal with this.
He let out a sigh, “Maybe I'm overthinking, but it seems like you’ve been avoiding going to the main floor and missing Sunday dinners, have we done anything to make you uncomfortable?”
You gasp lightly, throwing your hands up and shaking your head, “No, no! I’m just a little awkward… Everything is still new to me.”
You awkwardly laugh as Reed watches you, it wasn’t a complete lie but not the complete truth either.
Next it was Ben. Once again, you were in the lab. Reed had just finished your check up and was about to send you on your way when Ben appeared.
“Ah! If it isn't the ice girl, how's it going?” His rocky hand came to rest upon your shoulder in a friendly greeting.
You smiled at the man, “I’m doing good Ben, thanks. How about yourself?”
“Good… actually, I would be a little better if you’d come to Sunday dinners once in a while. Don’t tell me you don’t like my cooking?” He said with a light huff.
You gasp, “No! I love you’re cooking I swear! I just.. I-...” You trail off wringing your hands together.
Ben raises an eyebrow, and decides not to press any further, “I’ll see you next Sunday then?”
You meekly nod and let out a breath as he leaves in the elevator. What was going on?
Finally, Johnny had approached you, he knew you were avoiding him specifically and he wanted to confront you about it.
“Have I done something to make you uncomfortable?” Johnny spoke up.
You were on the balcony, a blanket draped around your legs, a book in your hand and a cup of tea off to the side. Johnny had startled you so much, you had on instinct cased your body in ice.
You gasped, and turned to look at him. “A warning next time please?”
You closed your eyes, and forced the ice to dissapear.
Johnny huffed, arms crossed. He looked annoyed, disheveled and … sad. “Answer the question.”
You narrowed your eyes, “No, but I would rather not give you a chance too.” You bite out.
Johnny scoffed, “So you believe everything the tabloids say? You believe gossip and rumors? Even after living here you still choose to listen to that stuff.”
You didn’t reply, slowly realizing he had a point.
“You didn’t even get the chance to know me. Maybe if you did, you’d know none of it is true. A womanizer? Really?” Johnny spoke with an edge to his voice. It’s not of just anger but sadness as well.
Your eye’s furrow in guilt, “Johnny, I’m–.” You started but it was too late, he had engulfed himself in flames and flew off.
After that conversations, guilt ate you alive. That following Sunday, you showed up for dinner, shocking everyone.
You had grabbed the seat across from Johnny, glancing at him throughout dinner. And when somehow Ben went to get dessert, Reed went to answer a call and Sue to the bathroom - all coincidentally at the same time - you had finally spoken up.
“Look Johnny, I'm sorry. I just– I had my reasons but it was unfair to you to judge so I'm sorry, truly.” You said, truth laced in your voice.
Johnny didn’t respond, just gave a curt nod and continued eating his meal.
Since then, the both of you made efforts in getting to know each other. Both of you were shocked you had many things in common despite being polar opposites in personality and abilities.
You’d never fully admit it out loud, but you were completely wrong about Johnny. He wasn’t a player or womanizer like you once thought, he was a hopeless romantic. He loved all thing space and though he was not a genius like Reed he was still smart in his own way.
And the more you got to the know him, the more you fell for him, hard.
It started with small gestures, him helping you with training. Him walking with you to the grocery store. He even went to Reed to ask him if he had any theories on possible ways that you could possibly feel heat again.
You were touched that Johnny had remembered the small conversation you had with him about missing the sensations of warmth.
Months later, Johnny had confessed your feelings for you. The both of you had been flying side by side just as the sun was setting, both of you leaving a red and blue trail in the sky.
Once again you were shocked, you thought this was a silly little crush. But nonetheless, you were happy that Johnny had felt the same way.
Both of you decided to keep the relationship a secret for now since it was still new.
That didn’t last long as you discovered that Johnny could physically bring you warmth… internally.
Heavy kisses turned into makeout sessions, those makeout sessions turned into heavy petting and that heavy petting eventually turned into sex. Confidently, both of you could say that each other's drastic body temperatures satisfied that longing feeling you both craved.
The day you git caught, you and Johnny had been the ones prepping for Sunday dinner. It started with you stirring a pot full of sauce. Johnny coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, giving soft kisses to your neck.
You hummed softly in delight, “Johnny… they’ll be down in a minute, stop.” You whisper to him.
Johnny only nuzzled into you further, chuckling a little, giving you another squeeze, grabbing your chin to give you a quick peck on the lips. Well, it was supposed to be a quick peck but he had deepened it, getting lost for a moment.
“Oh my god!” Gasped out a voice.
You and Johnny whip around, taking a few steps apart, there in the entrance of the kitchen was Sue, hand on her small, growing baby bump. Her mouth was open, eyebrows raised to the roof.
“Susan–” You gasp out. Johnny only smirks, leaning against the counter.
Getting over shock, Sue mirrors Johnny smirk, “Ben owes me twenty dollars.”
You still say nothing, just a string of random words coming out of your mouth, you started to incase yourself with ice unknowingly.
“Babe, calm down, they were going to find out eventually.” Johnny placed a warm hand on your own hands, the action meant for comfort and to slightly melt your icy hands.
Susan let out a soft laugh and took a seat at the table, “Relax, I'm for one, quite excited that you two are a thing.”
Ben walks in with a bag full of cookies, he looks around the room. At both Sue and Johnny’s smug face and your frozen one.
He sighs, “Damn.” He sets the bag down, digging his hands in his pocket and grabbing a few bills, handing them to an awaiting Sue, then proceeds to sit down.
Finally, Reed strides in, face buried deep in papers, he looks up at you, completely unaware of the current situation going on.
“We might have to run some extra test results. I checked your internal temperature and it’s risen in the last month! I’m also confused on the way it’s spreading too… I can’t think of any scientific reasoning on why it’s starting from your lower region…?” Reed tells you pointing to the paper in his hand.
Sue, Ben and Johnny all laugh while you bury your head in your hands, letting out a long, tiring groan.
SUMMARY: Loki is watching his daughter for the day alone!
WARNINGS: daughter has established name, other than that none? only one proof read. srry!
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I made new friends so i've been hanging out with them *GASP*
Today, Loki was babysitting.
Well, technically he wasn’t babysitting since this was his daughter. Today, Loki would be watching her alone without your help for the whole day.
If you had asked Loki if he watched her alone before he would say yes. You on the other hand would say he’s watched her for a few hours while you cleaned and napped.
“Make sure you use the milk on the first shelf, not the second shelf. I already froze her teething rings, so if she gets cranky give those to her. And for the love of Odin, she’s been putting everything in her mouth, please keep a watch on that.” You explain as you sling your purse on your shoulder.
For the first time in a year, you were having a girls day with your best friends. It was was only for the day, long enough to go to a concert and visit a few new restaurants for drinks and food.
Loki scoffed playfully, “I know how to take care of my daughter. Isn’t that right Arielle?”
Loki tickled your daughter's tummy, causing her to let out laughs. You and Loki’s daughter Ariella was now six months and the perfect combination of the two of you, the both of you asking who she looked more like but it would always end up tied.
Personally, you would say she favored Loki, the same raven hair sat upon her head, the same green eyes that held mischief and the chubby, cheeky smile all resembled Loki. Sure she resembled you in some way, the same nose and eye shape but that's all you could say were similar.
You sighed, leaning in to kiss Loki and then Ariella. “Bye my babies, I'll see you tonight.”
Loki grabbed Ariella's hand and made her wave goodbye as you headed to the awaiting car of girls.
Loki let out a sigh. He would never admit it aloud but he was nervous, he had fears of doing something wrong or ending up like his real father. Fears that he wasn’t good enough…
“Ba!” Cooed Ariella, slightly smacking Loki.
Loki looked down fondly at his daughter, “I’m sorry princess, my attention is now yours, what shall we do while your mother is gone?”
Ariella let out a string of baby babble which made Loki laugh and kiss her head as he made his way back in the house.
“I’ve tried taking over earth, but it didn't go as planned.” Loki replied, thinking he was the funniest person in the world.
10:30am
“Are you ready for a snack my princess?” Loki said as he entered the kitchen and placed Ariella in her high chair.
He made his way to the fridge looking at all of the things you labeled for him so he knew what to give her. He pulled out one of the containers that you had labeled for the day.
Mashed peas for a snack, let it sit for a minute and spoon feed her!
Loki pulled out the container and opened it, immediately grimacing at the look of the green mush. He turned to Ariella and held up the container for her to see.
“You want to eat this wretched meal?” He asked her, shaking his head.
“Ba!”
Loki nodded his head in agreement, “Didn’t think so. Let’s make you something more appetizing. Where I'm from we had the best meals. My princess deserves the same in any realm.”
Since officially settling in Midgard, Loki has taken up different hobbies in the absence of practicing magic. He tried many things only a few stuck, one of them being cooking.
It didn’t take long, as it was a simple meal of freshly pureed berries and a side of oatmeal, both having a hint of your milk incorporated in it.
Loki lays out the two bowls in front of Ariella and pulls up a chair. He armed himself with many napkins and wipes as he knew this was going to be messy.
“What shall we start with, the fruit?”
11:00am
Thirty minutes after snack time, it was time for Loki to change Ariella’s diaper.
“My god, how does such a little being produce such wretched smells?” Loki gags as he changes the poopy diaper.
Ariella only giggles in response and wiggles around as if trying to make Loki’s task much harder.
“Oh? You think my pain is funny? Feel my wrath, little princess.” Loki speaks playfully, wiggling his fingers and begins to tickle Ariella’s tummy.
Loki’s smile brightens as he watches his daughter burst into heavy baby laughs. The sound warmed his heart.
1:00pm
Ariella was supposed to be down for her nap half an hour ago but for some reason unknown to Loki, she would not stop crying.
He tried to feed her, checked her diaper, made sure she wasn’t too hot or too cold and nothing would get her to stop crying.
“My princess… Please stop crying, I'm not sure what you need…” Loki stresses as he rocks the still crying baby in his arms.
Ariella’s face was red and botchy, cheeks wet and her cries strong as ever. It was breaking Loki not knowing what was causing her distress.
“You must want your mother… Yes, that's it, you miss her. You miss her because I'm a terrible father not knowing what’s wrong with you.” Loki stressed.
Loki made his way to the kitchen to grab another bottle and try to feed her again. He was everywhere, fumbling with the caps, spilling the milk.
Loki was meant to put the milk back in the fridge but with him rushing trying to get back to an upset Ariella, he had opened the fridge. Realization hit him once he had taken a quick glance in the freezer.
“By Odin’s name…” Loki mumbled, glaring at the frozen teething rings that sat in a little container. He sighed as he realized his princess must be in pain due to her growing teeth.
He quickly grabs it out of the freezer making his way towards Ariella. “Daddy is so sorry. Here you go my princess.”
Loki gently puts the teething ring near Ariella’s mouth and she instantly latches onto it, gnawing away like her life depended on it. Her cries had reduced to sniffles. Loki could finally let out a breath.
3:00pm
It was only three o’clock, only a handful of hours had gone by since you left, but to Loki it felt like it’s been days.
Luckily, after that long and tired tantrum, Ariella finally went down for her nap, though it was long overdue.
Loki had sat on the balcony, baby monitor next to him displaying the nursery where Ariella was sleeping soundly.
Loki didn’t understand why this was so stressful by himself. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t just… watch his daughter get stressed, without having doubts.
“Is it this cursed Jotun blood?” Loki mumbled to himself, rubbing a hand down his face.
Before Loki could wallow in my self doubt, the phone rang. Loki fumbled with the phone, still not completely understanding of today’s technology.
But he knew who was calling. He answered it without hesitation.
“Hi Loki! Just checking in on you and the princess!” You chirped happily as soon as the call connected.
Loki smiled hearing your voice. He could hear the loud bustling city behind you.
“We’re fine… it’s been a long day my love… “
“I can come back early if you need me too.”
“No, continue having your day, i’m fine… we’re fine.”
“Are you sure, it’s no big deal.”
Loki bit his lip, he almost wanted to give in. yes, yes, please come back i dont think i can do this without messing up anymore
“I’m sure.”
You paused, you could hear it in his voice he was stressed. You knew he was uneasy about watching Ariella alone, you knew he had self doubts about being a good father without out you present.
To you, Loki was an excellent father, he just always seemed to overthink. But you knew with reinsurance he could do it without doubting himself.
“Loki… before I go, just know, who you came from or what rns through your blood doesn’t determine who you are, ok? You can do this… you are doing this. You’re Ariella’s father.”
Loki smiled a little, your voice and words sending him comfort.
A cry came from the baby monitor, alerting Loki that Ariella had woken up. “Thank you my love, Ariella has woken up, i’ll see you soon.”
5:00pm
Loki had just finished giving Ariella another meal, the baby was full, happy and a mess. So, it was time for a bath.
Loki had filled the baby tub with warm water, making sure all the soaps, towels and bath toys were present.
He gently lowered her in the tub, watching her squeal in delight and immediately start splashing.
“Having fun, darling?” Loki said as he placed a few water toys near her, carefully watching her as she tried to reach for them.
Ariella only giggled still splashing about. Loki had reached for his phone, fumbling a bit trying to find the camera app.
“Look over here princess…” Loki cooed holding up the phone, snapping many photos, many were blurry, out of focus, a few didn’t even show Ariella and somehow he had flipped the camera to face him. He had sent them all to you anyways.
He placed his phone down and rolled up his sleeves, “Time to clean you up.”
He gently wetted the towel and started to wipe her face. This had caused Ariella to whine and try to move her face away. Loki let out a chuckle at the action.
8:30pm
Loki sat in the nursery with the lights off, the lamp beside him casting a soothing glow as a soft lullaby played in the background.
Ariella was tucked in the crook of his arm freshly cleaned, her sleep sack on and pacifier clipped to her shirt for emergencies. She was fast asleep letting out small baby snores.
He was a little behind schedule getting her to bed but he got her to sleep, so he’d call it a win in his book.
He started thinking about the day, now that you were on your way back, he realized he was panicked and stressed for no reason.
He was a god for crying out loud and this was his daughter, his own blood. Of course he could watch his own child for a day. What was the worst that could’ve possibly happened?
Somehow, in the midst of his deep thinking, he had fallen asleep, his arms locked protectively around Ariella so that she wouldn’t fall.
Some hours later, you had walked through the front door, abandoning your stuff at the door to go see your family. You had gone to check the bedroom first to see if Loki was awake but found the room empty. You made your way to the nursery and almost cried at the sight you saw.
You walked towards the two, gently kissing their heads, the action causing only Loki to wake slightly. He looked at you with tired eye’s, giving a small smile, “Welcome back.”
You smiled back, “Good job, baby, I'm proud of you.”
SUMMARY: Loki is watching his daughter for the day alone!
WARNINGS: daughter has established name, other than that none? only one proof read. srry!
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I made new friends so i've been hanging out with them *GASP*
Today, Loki was babysitting.
Well, technically he wasn’t babysitting since this was his daughter. Today, Loki would be watching her alone without your help for the whole day.
If you had asked Loki if he watched her alone before he would say yes. You on the other hand would say he’s watched her for a few hours while you cleaned and napped.
“Make sure you use the milk on the first shelf, not the second shelf. I already froze her teething rings, so if she gets cranky give those to her. And for the love of Odin, she’s been putting everything in her mouth, please keep a watch on that.” You explain as you sling your purse on your shoulder.
For the first time in a year, you were having a girls day with your best friends. It was was only for the day, long enough to go to a concert and visit a few new restaurants for drinks and food.
Loki scoffed playfully, “I know how to take care of my daughter. Isn’t that right Arielle?”
Loki tickled your daughter's tummy, causing her to let out laughs. You and Loki’s daughter Ariella was now six months and the perfect combination of the two of you, the both of you asking who she looked more like but it would always end up tied.
Personally, you would say she favored Loki, the same raven hair sat upon her head, the same green eyes that held mischief and the chubby, cheeky smile all resembled Loki. Sure she resembled you in some way, the same nose and eye shape but that's all you could say were similar.
You sighed, leaning in to kiss Loki and then Ariella. “Bye my babies, I'll see you tonight.”
Loki grabbed Ariella's hand and made her wave goodbye as you headed to the awaiting car of girls.
Loki let out a sigh. He would never admit it aloud but he was nervous, he had fears of doing something wrong or ending up like his real father. Fears that he wasn’t good enough…
“Ba!” Cooed Ariella, slightly smacking Loki.
Loki looked down fondly at his daughter, “I’m sorry princess, my attention is now yours, what shall we do while your mother is gone?”
Ariella let out a string of baby babble which made Loki laugh and kiss her head as he made his way back in the house.
“I’ve tried taking over earth, but it didn't go as planned.” Loki replied, thinking he was the funniest person in the world.
10:30am
“Are you ready for a snack my princess?” Loki said as he entered the kitchen and placed Ariella in her high chair.
He made his way to the fridge looking at all of the things you labeled for him so he knew what to give her. He pulled out one of the containers that you had labeled for the day.
Mashed peas for a snack, let it sit for a minute and spoon feed her!
Loki pulled out the container and opened it, immediately grimacing at the look of the green mush. He turned to Ariella and held up the container for her to see.
“You want to eat this wretched meal?” He asked her, shaking his head.
“Ba!”
Loki nodded his head in agreement, “Didn’t think so. Let’s make you something more appetizing. Where I'm from we had the best meals. My princess deserves the same in any realm.”
Since officially settling in Midgard, Loki has taken up different hobbies in the absence of practicing magic. He tried many things only a few stuck, one of them being cooking.
It didn’t take long, as it was a simple meal of freshly pureed berries and a side of oatmeal, both having a hint of your milk incorporated in it.
Loki lays out the two bowls in front of Ariella and pulls up a chair. He armed himself with many napkins and wipes as he knew this was going to be messy.
“What shall we start with, the fruit?”
11:00am
Thirty minutes after snack time, it was time for Loki to change Ariella’s diaper.
“My god, how does such a little being produce such wretched smells?” Loki gags as he changes the poopy diaper.
Ariella only giggles in response and wiggles around as if trying to make Loki’s task much harder.
“Oh? You think my pain is funny? Feel my wrath, little princess.” Loki speaks playfully, wiggling his fingers and begins to tickle Ariella’s tummy.
Loki’s smile brightens as he watches his daughter burst into heavy baby laughs. The sound warmed his heart.
1:00pm
Ariella was supposed to be down for her nap half an hour ago but for some reason unknown to Loki, she would not stop crying.
He tried to feed her, checked her diaper, made sure she wasn’t too hot or too cold and nothing would get her to stop crying.
“My princess… Please stop crying, I'm not sure what you need…” Loki stresses as he rocks the still crying baby in his arms.
Ariella’s face was red and botchy, cheeks wet and her cries strong as ever. It was breaking Loki not knowing what was causing her distress.
“You must want your mother… Yes, that's it, you miss her. You miss her because I'm a terrible father not knowing what’s wrong with you.” Loki stressed.
Loki made his way to the kitchen to grab another bottle and try to feed her again. He was everywhere, fumbling with the caps, spilling the milk.
Loki was meant to put the milk back in the fridge but with him rushing trying to get back to an upset Ariella, he had opened the fridge. Realization hit him once he had taken a quick glance in the freezer.
“By Odin’s name…” Loki mumbled, glaring at the frozen teething rings that sat in a little container. He sighed as he realized his princess must be in pain due to her growing teeth.
He quickly grabs it out of the freezer making his way towards Ariella. “Daddy is so sorry. Here you go my princess.”
Loki gently puts the teething ring near Ariella’s mouth and she instantly latches onto it, gnawing away like her life depended on it. Her cries had reduced to sniffles. Loki could finally let out a breath.
3:00pm
It was only three o’clock, only a handful of hours had gone by since you left, but to Loki it felt like it’s been days.
Luckily, after that long and tired tantrum, Ariella finally went down for her nap, though it was long overdue.
Loki had sat on the balcony, baby monitor next to him displaying the nursery where Ariella was sleeping soundly.
Loki didn’t understand why this was so stressful by himself. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t just… watch his daughter get stressed, without having doubts.
“Is it this cursed Jotun blood?” Loki mumbled to himself, rubbing a hand down his face.
Before Loki could wallow in my self doubt, the phone rang. Loki fumbled with the phone, still not completely understanding of today’s technology.
But he knew who was calling. He answered it without hesitation.
“Hi Loki! Just checking in on you and the princess!” You chirped happily as soon as the call connected.
Loki smiled hearing your voice. He could hear the loud bustling city behind you.
“We’re fine… it’s been a long day my love… “
“I can come back early if you need me too.”
“No, continue having your day, i’m fine… we’re fine.”
“Are you sure, it’s no big deal.”
Loki bit his lip, he almost wanted to give in. yes, yes, please come back i dont think i can do this without messing up anymore
“I’m sure.”
You paused, you could hear it in his voice he was stressed. You knew he was uneasy about watching Ariella alone, you knew he had self doubts about being a good father without out you present.
To you, Loki was an excellent father, he just always seemed to overthink. But you knew with reinsurance he could do it without doubting himself.
“Loki… before I go, just know, who you came from or what rns through your blood doesn’t determine who you are, ok? You can do this… you are doing this. You’re Ariella’s father.”
Loki smiled a little, your voice and words sending him comfort.
A cry came from the baby monitor, alerting Loki that Ariella had woken up. “Thank you my love, Ariella has woken up, i’ll see you soon.”
5:00pm
Loki had just finished giving Ariella another meal, the baby was full, happy and a mess. So, it was time for a bath.
Loki had filled the baby tub with warm water, making sure all the soaps, towels and bath toys were present.
He gently lowered her in the tub, watching her squeal in delight and immediately start splashing.
“Having fun, darling?” Loki said as he placed a few water toys near her, carefully watching her as she tried to reach for them.
Ariella only giggled still splashing about. Loki had reached for his phone, fumbling a bit trying to find the camera app.
“Look over here princess…” Loki cooed holding up the phone, snapping many photos, many were blurry, out of focus, a few didn’t even show Ariella and somehow he had flipped the camera to face him. He had sent them all to you anyways.
He placed his phone down and rolled up his sleeves, “Time to clean you up.”
He gently wetted the towel and started to wipe her face. This had caused Ariella to whine and try to move her face away. Loki let out a chuckle at the action.
8:30pm
Loki sat in the nursery with the lights off, the lamp beside him casting a soothing glow as a soft lullaby played in the background.
Ariella was tucked in the crook of his arm freshly cleaned, her sleep sack on and pacifier clipped to her shirt for emergencies. She was fast asleep letting out small baby snores.
He was a little behind schedule getting her to bed but he got her to sleep, so he’d call it a win in his book.
He started thinking about the day, now that you were on your way back, he realized he was panicked and stressed for no reason.
He was a god for crying out loud and this was his daughter, his own blood. Of course he could watch his own child for a day. What was the worst that could’ve possibly happened?
Somehow, in the midst of his deep thinking, he had fallen asleep, his arms locked protectively around Ariella so that she wouldn’t fall.
Some hours later, you had walked through the front door, abandoning your stuff at the door to go see your family. You had gone to check the bedroom first to see if Loki was awake but found the room empty. You made your way to the nursery and almost cried at the sight you saw.
You walked towards the two, gently kissing their heads, the action causing only Loki to wake slightly. He looked at you with tired eye’s, giving a small smile, “Welcome back.”
You smiled back, “Good job, baby, I'm proud of you.”
A/N: had a bad day at work so i wrote this lil blurb, enjoy!
Bob has a crush on you.
Everyone knows. Bucky, Yelena, John, Ava, Alexi, hell even Mel and Valentina know.
But you? Clueless as ever. You think all the little gestures were just him being nice. Him trying to break out of his shell a little.
In the morning, Bob would be the first one up. He’d cook your favorite breakfast for you saying it was extra. You’d walk in half awake and smell the breakfast, lighting up as you see it’s your favorite.
“Thank you Bob!” You would say with a giddy voice and a bright smile on your face.
Immediately, Bob would turn red and start stuttering, you paid it no mind, he was just a shy guy right?
“Y-you’re welcome…” Bob would finally let out.
Bob has a crush on you so when the team has their weekly movie nights, he’s always voting for the movie you suggested or what snacks to bring.
“I think we should watch this…” You point to the TV screen. Yelena had the remote in her hand scrolling through one of the many streaming services they had. You pointed to one that looked like an interesting romcom.
John scoffed, “No way in hell.”
“Pass. We must watch something with lots of action!” Alexi shouted from his seat in the recliner.
“I agree, I don’t wanna watch anything sappy.” Ava spoke up, leaning over to steal some popcorn from Alexi.
You pouted, leaning back, you really wanted to watch it, it did look interesting.
“I think we should watch it too…” Spoke Bob, his voice timid but heard.
“Of course you would.” John says, rolling his eyes.
Yelena looks at Bob with a huge smirk, wiggling her eyebrows a bit, “No, no. Bob is right, we should watch it.”
Everyone around the room groaned except you, Bob and Yelena.
You beamed at Bob, giving him a side hug, “Thanks Bob!”
Bob freezes at the feeling of your arm wrapping around him, “Welcome…”
Bob has a crush on you so when you fall asleep on the couch he would bring you a blanket and wrap it around you, making sure you were tucked in nicely. He gave you a proper pillow and dimmed the lights as he knew you were afraid of the dark.
Bob smiles down at you, giving you a slight kiss on the forehead, just enough not to disturb you.
“Good night.” He would whisper.
“When are you going to tell them?” A voice spoke from the hallway.
Bob turned to see Yelena standing there, arms crossed, soft smile on her face.
“Tell her what…” Bob said, but he knew what she was hinting at.
Yelena rolls her eyes, “That you have a crush on them. Duh.”
Bob chokes a little, “I don’t!”
“Bob.” Yelena deadpans.
Bob sighs, and glances at you. You now were cuddling up with your pillow, still asleep and still wrapped in a blanket. This mad Bob smile.
He looked back at Yelena and sighed again, You’re right, I do have a crush on them.”
A/N: I finished watching Devils May Cry last week and honestly I love it, so of course I had to write something for him :3
You worked at the local diner in your city, it was never too busy or never too slow. You didn’t mind it as you worked the night shift and the only thing you had to worry about was a few drunks here and there but that was pretty much it. Well except for the lousy pay but that was another story…
You had just finished refilling a customer's coffee when the bell above the front door rang alerting a new customer had stepped in. Without looking up, you repeated the words that were now engraved in your brain, “Welcome in, sit anywhere you’d like, i’ll be with you in a minute.”
You finished ringing up the customer with the coffee and made your way to the far end of the bar where the new customer had sat.
Notepad and pen in hand you spoke up, “What can I get you started with today?”
Getting a good look at the customer, you noticed it was a male, maybe in his early 20’s, pure white hair and blue eyes, you gave him a sneaky once over, you couldn’t deny he was handsome but you knew he would just be another pretty face to look at as this would probably be the first and last time you would ever see him.
The male looked at you, not bothering to hide that he was checking you out. He smirked as he dragged his eyes back to your awaiting eyes, “Your number perhaps?”
You sighed, sadly you were used to customers like this, “Not on the menu. We have a two for one special if you order The Big Breakfast.”
The man tilted his head, his smirk wider, “I’m Dante.”
“I didn’t ask.” You shot back.
Dante let out a loud laugh, shaking his head in amusement, “I’ll take a strawberry and vanilla sundae, extra strawberries.”
You nodded, walking away to make his sundae without another word to the man now known as Dante. As you’re making it you can feel his eyes on you, not caring that you knew he was staring.
You sigh, walking back to him as you finish his sundae, “One strawberry vanilla sundae, extra strawberries.” You put it in front of him.
He smiles up at you lazily, “On a scale of one to ten, you’re a nine, and I’m the one you need”
You raise an eyebrow and start to walk away, not bothering to even reply to him.
“Wait! I do have a question for you!” He calls out seeing you walk away.
You pause and close your eyes and turn to him, giving him a look, “And what is it?”
“Do you have a band-aid?”
You nodded, thankful it was a regular question, “Yes, I'll grab one for you now–”
You were cut off.
“Because I think I scraped my knee falling for you.” Dante said with a slight laugh, thinking it was the best pick up line ever.
You let out a loud tired sigh, “Alright.” You shove your notepad and pen in your apron and walk away without another glance. You send your other co-worker who was a girl your age with red hair over to give him his check.
It’s been a week since you last saw Dante, to say you haven’t been thinking about him would be a lie. For some reason Dante was on your mind, you would curse at yourself when you caught yourself thinking about him.
That white haired devil had made a mark on you with just a simple smirk and cheesy pickup lines.
It was Saturday night, the clock had just turned midnight and the diner was packed. You had clocked in two hours ago and were non-stop busy.
You had been running around taking orders, pouring coffees and cleaning up messes. Finally after another hour or two it died down, though the restaurant was still packed.
“Someone came in a few minutes ago, once you get their order I'll cover you for a fifteen minute break.” Your co-worker said to you as she poured a couple of drinks for a family who was on a cross country vacation.
You nodded, already going over to the section, eager to have a break.
“Welcome! What can I get for you tonight?” Your head down, flipping to a clean page in your notebook.
“Do you ever get mad when you walk into the kitchen and realize you're the only decent meal in this diner.” The voice called out.
You lift your head in shock, locking eyes with Dante. He sat in the same seat as last time, leaning on the countertop with one elbow on it. He smirked at you, giving you a simple nod.
You shake your head, letting out a little chuckle, he caught you off guard and you were blaming your tiredness on why you found him funny.
“Ha. Ha.” You deadpanned, “What would you like to order? It's been a long day and you're my last customer before I can go on break… so if we can hurry along…”
“Fine, fine. Two slices of pepperoni pizza and a coke, to go, please.” Dante said innocently… a little too innocently.
You hummed writing it down, “Anything else?"
“I’ve seemed to lost my phone number, can I have yours?” Dante said with the biggest smirk.
“We have a public phone near the bathrooms, you can use that, your order will be up shortly, have a nice night.” You say in false sweetness.
Five minutes later, you were leaning against the brick wall on the side of the diner, the cool air of the night relaxing you.
“If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple.” A voice suddenly called.
You gasped, startled at the sudden voice, it had seemingly come out of nowhere without warning. You turn quickly, seeing it was Dante, standing a few feet away, bag in one hand, his drink in another as he sips it.
You scoff, “Asshole.” You roll your eyes.
“My mom told me that life was a deck of cards, so I guess you must be the queen of hearts.”Dante says as he walks to you.
“Right.”
“Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.”
“Ok.”
“Are you sure you’re not tired? You’ve been running through my mind all day.”
“... I am actually.”
Dante paused, he was going to reply to that but decided not to, “Somebody call the cops. It’s got to be illegal to look that good.”
You scoff, “I look like shit, let’s be honest.”
By now, Dante was leaning against the wall, only a few inches away from you, drink halfway gone. He didn’t say anything at first but softly replied, “I think you look beautiful.”
You quickly glance at him, he was looking at you with sincerity. You barely knew this man but you could just tell he meant it.
“Thanks…” You say shyly.
A brief silence passed between the two of you, just letting the night go on and fill your ears. “I–” Dante had started but your co-worker had opened the back door, glancing at you then Dante.
“We just got three eight tops in, gonna need you back in here for some help.” She had called out, giving another glance to Dante before heading back inside.
You sigh for what felt like the millionth time in the last two weeks. You reach for the door handle and before you make your way in, “I’ll see you around Dante.”
Dante nods, giving a little wave, “Perhaps I can get your number?”
You laugh a little, “How about the next time we meet… preferably not at work.”
Summary: You're supposed to be relaxing at the pool but Loki has other plans
Warning: Smut! a squint of name calling. not edited, just a small once over
A/N: This should've been out but the skin dropped and i've been fooling around with it
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part 1
It had been a few hours since you and Loki arrived at the pool, people came and went as the two of you remained relaxed in the lounge chairs, shades perched nicely on your noses to block out the sun.
As the day grew closer to the afternoon, it got even hotter, the sun rays beamed down on you harshly making you hot and breaking into a small sweat. You didn’t care, at least for right now as you were nose deep into the book you had been reading for a couple of days now. It was finally getting interesting after a slow start and you were eating it up.
You were so focused on the book that you hadn’t noticed Loki staring at you for the last few minutes. He wanted attention. Specifically from you.
“Darling…” Loki drawled, he was sitting up on the lounge chair facing you, hat discarded, robe still on but loose and sitting at his elbows.
You didn’t make any sign to show that you heard him, only flipping pages and pulling the book even closer.
“Darling?” Loki tried again, a little louder, you still were paying him no mind. You had even giggled a bit as the male lead had said something sappy to the female lead.
Loki narrowed his eye’s, he knew you heard him, so why weren’t you answering him, he was getting slightly annoyed, but then suddenly smirked, two could play this game.
Loki had stood up, walking directly in the sunlight that was shining on you and providing light to read your book. You looked up due to the sudden disturbance, seeing Loki in all his glory, blocking the view.
“Loki? What are you doing? Move please.” You call out politely, the book was at its climax.
“No.” He said bluntly, making you raise your eyebrows.
You were going to reply but you felt a pair of cool hands grip your shoulders from behind. You let out a gasp and whip around to see … Loki?
Did he teleport that quickly? You turned back to face the front of you, took a quick glance, then looked back. You did this a few times to confirm that you weren't hallucinating. There were in fact two Loki’s standing near you.
“Uh…?” That was the only thing you let out as you were confused why he had suddenly decided to clone himself. You looked up at the Original Loki who had been staring at you the whole time, a smirk on his face, his green eyes glistening with mischief.
Loki tilted his head, his ring cladded hand reaching out to grab your face as he leaned into you, “ You’re being a bad girl my queen.. Ignoring your king for some silly fictional characters.”
Oh. So he was throwing a tantrum.
“Loki, wh–” Your sentence was cut off as Loki #2 had sat behind you, legs on each side of you, pulling you back so that you were leaning against him. Your back to his bare chest
The book that you held limply in your hand was suddenly ripped from you by a third pair of cold hands. You glanced to the side to see a third Loki, he stood looking at you mockingly, holding your book like it was filled with germs. Loki #3 scoffed, dropping the book on the other lounge chair.
“This silly thing taking up all your attention when it should be on us.” Loki #3 said.
“Shall we teach her a lesson?” Loki #2 said.
“Let’s make her beg.” Original Loki said. All their voices are the same, smooth and cunning.
“Wait! Hold on now, Loki, we’re in public!” You whisper, glancing around Loki to the other few adults at the pool who strangely paid them no mind.
The Original Loki tsked as the other two shook their heads in slight amusement, “You’d really think I'd let another mortal lay eyes on you bare and begging me to let you cum?” His voice is low and sultry.
You had no time to respond as Loki #2 skillfully pulled your bikini top off, hands already kneading your breast and flicking your nipples. Lips already sucking your neck.
Loki #3 grabbed one of your legs parting them open for easy access to your still clothed pussy. The Original Loki smirked down at you, you're already turned on and slightly shaking from excitement.
The Original Loki ran a finger lightly up and down your leg before letting it trail to the string of your bikini bottoms before tugging it loose, it didn’t completely fall off as the other side was still tied, but still gave enough access to your slightly damp pussy.
“Are you turned on by the thought of three of me touching you all at the same time. Paying attention to all your needs?” Original Loki said, his two fingers now collecting the wetness of your pussy. He gripped your chin with his other hand making you watch as he put one finger in his mouth, sucking your essence off of it.
Original Loki then glanced at Loki #2 and held his finger that still had your wetness on him, nodding to him.
The sight of having Loki #2 Sucking Original Loki’s finger with your wetness on him nearly made you cum right then and there.
Releasing Original Loki’s finger, Loki #2 let out a satisfied hum, “She tastes divine.”
“Indeed she does. Just like Idunn's Apple's.” Original Loki said, slowly dipping a single digit inside your now soaking pussy and started pumping.
You gasped, moaning at the feeling of his cold finger inside your hot pussy, you bucked slightly, only for your hips to be held down by Loki #3 who was still playing with your boobs.
Original Loki kept a slow, agonizing pace as he fingered your pussy, never taking his eyes off of you. You needed him to go faster, this was already torture for you as you were unable to move and had four pairs of hands touching you right now.
“Faster… please Loki.” You whined breathlessly.
“Which Loki?” Loki #2 playfully asks.
“I don’t think I can fondle your boobs any faster, darling." Loki #3 feigns in a sad voice.
“The one thats fingering my pussy!” You snap, wanting nothing more for him to go faster.
All three let out identical chuckles, “Oh so now your paying attention to me, only when it benefits you I see… you’re so evil. My very own evil queen.” Original Loki spoke.
Thankfully, he obliged and beyond by adding another finger and finally going at a faster pace. Loki #2 leans towards you, going in for a kiss, the dominance in his kiss present as he kisses you roughly.
Loki #3 grips your neck softly, giving it a soft squeeze as he finally moves his hands away from your boobs to your clit, starting to rub circles in a fast movement.
You moan into Loki #2 ‘s mouth as you were feeling yourself get to the edge. Hands were all over you and you were loving it.
You started to drift in your mind from the pleasure, never had you thought about being with multiple partners at once… if you could even count this as multiple partners as all three of them were Loki.
You snapped back to the present, only because an old man had walked past you and started setting up just a couple of chairs down from you.
You gasped, eyes wide, completely forgetting you were in public. You went to stop Loki and cover up but you noticed the man had completely paid you no mind.
“I put up a veil illusion, they only see us napping on the chairs, completely unaware that we’re about to fuck you stupid. So pay attention to us.” Original Loki spoke up as he was watching you the whole time.
You turned back to the Loki’s, nodding slightly before falling back into the pleasure they were providing with their hands. You could feel yourself getting closer to cumming, bucking your hips at an angle that you knew would get you to cum faster.
Though you were in a moment of pure pleasure you couldn’t help but glance at the old man once more, still skeptical that he could see everything going on.
It was only a quick glance, not even a second, but somehow, the Loki’s caught it.
All at once, all three Lok’s stopped their movements, right as you were about to cum.
You looked at all of them, wide eyed, mouth agape. “Why!?” You whined, almost wanting to cry.
“You weren’t paying attention to me.” Original Loki sneered lightly, “Don’t worry darling i’m going to fuck you and you’re not allowed to cum until I do, so you better be paying attention.”
Your legs are pulled further apart, the rest of your bikini bottom untied and disregarded on the floor. Original Loki pulls down his speedo, cock springing out, hard and ready.
For what Loki lacked in girth he made up for in length, Loki was long, eight inches of pure pale cock, and you had the pleasure of it being all yours.
Original Loki, sunk into you with a low groan, thrusting into you in hard thrusts, you were scared you'd all go tumbling to the floor.
“Don’t forget, there’s two others that need to cum before you do as well, Darling.” Loki #3 whispered in your ear.
You moaned at the pleasure you were getting from in between your legs and reached down to take Loki #3’s cock into your hand, his own speedo somehow disappeared, and you started stroking it at a fast pace, making sure to stimulate his tip with your thumb in between.
You turn to Loki #2 who was watching everything go down while stroking his own cock. You fluttered your eyes at him, a silent question of did he want your hand or mouth.
Loki #2 stepped forward, running a hand along your cheek, looking at you with hooded eyes and a lazy smirk. He then squeezed both cheeks with one hand forcing your mouth open, that was your answer.
You took Loki #2 into your mouth, eyes watering as he pushed as much of himself as he could into your mouth in one go and started to fuck your mouth. And what couldn’t fit, because all of it was definitely not fitting, you used your non occupied hand and started to stroke him at the same pace you were stroking Loki' #3's.
“Look at you, being a greedy little slut and taking three cocks, so desperate to get fucked when we’re supposed to be relaxing.” The Original Loki grunted out, pace still fast and harsh.
You could only hum in pleasure and clench your legs as your mouth was full, hands busy.
“Taking three of me like the queen you are.” He rasped out, jaw clenching, he could feel himself close, but he didn’t want to cum too soon, he wanted to stretch his pleasure and your punishment more.
If anyone could actually see and hear what was going on, they’d hear grunts and moans, skin slapping, wet choking sounds, they’d see three identical men caging a woman in between them, all giving and receiving some type of pleasure.
“Oh, fuck darling… where do you want it?” Loki #2 groaned, he pulled out of your mouth, jerking himself at a face pace as he was about to cum.
“Face.” You gasped out breathlessly.
“Stick out your tongue for him.” Original Loki grunted out, now his thrust was getting sloppy, he’d soon reach his climax too.
You stuck out your tongue closing your eyes just in time for Loki #2 to spill his seed all over your face and tongue. You opened your eye’s to see him panting heavily, cock now limp, dripping a bit of cum, suddenly he snapped his fingers and blinked away. Loki #2 was gone, now just Original Loki and Loki #3.
Loki #3 grunted from beside you, bucking his hips into your closed fist. “I’m close… I'm close.” Loki #3 slightly whimpered, burying his face into your neck, letting out deep breaths.
“C’mon baby,” You whispered and moaned, pace quickening on his stiff cock pre cum already dripping down your hand.
With a few bucks of his hips he came in ropes, spurting everywhere on you. Loki #3 gasped out and laid back, the sunhat he was still wearing finally fell off of him. He looked at you with a smirk, giving you a deep but quick kiss. And then, with a snap of his finger, Loki #3 was gone.
Now it was just your Loki.
He was still fucking you, thrust deep, a little slopy but precise, hitting just the right spot.
You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer, “Oh Loki…” You moaned out, moving your hips to meet his deep thrusts.
“My pretty queen” Loki cooed breathlessly, “Covered in my cum and still begging for more.”
“Wanna cum” You whined, hoping he’d forgotten what he had said earlier.
“Yeah? You wanna cum?”
You nodded helplessly.
Loki suddenly flipped the both of you over, Loki on his back and you on top of him. Just like earlier when you were rubbing sunscreen on him. The only difference was, his sunglasses were gone, robe underneath him rather than on him and the fact that he was balls deep inside you.
“Fuck yourself on me and make me cum darling, then you can cum, you know the rules, darling.” Loki purred up at you.
You whined again, but prepared yourself on your knee’s, hands on his chest for stability and started riding you.
You lifted your head to the sky moaning at the pleasure, the sun still hot and beaming on your sweaty skins. You were moving fast, you needed him to cum soon or you’d be breaking his rule by you cuming first.
“My queen… you look so heavenly on top of me like this… fuck.” Loki moaned out, his hands gripping your waist as he fucks up into you.
He’s been holding back for a while now, it felt like his cock was about to explode.
Without warning to you, he slammed into you one more time before releasing his seed into you with a heavy pant, fucking you through his climax, making a sloppy mess.
You didn’t stop bouncing, your climax right on the edge, you slammed yourself down on Loki, mirroring what he had done just seconds ago. Cumming with a long moan, tears pricking your eyes.
You slump down on Loki exhausted and hot, his natural cool body giving you some relief. Loki pushed your hair back from your sweaty head, giving you a loving kiss on your forehead.
Loki slowly pulls out of you, causing you to flinch and whine a little at the discomfort. Loki tilts his head to look at his cum dripping out your sore pussy and smirks to himself.
“M’ Sorry.” You say after you’ve caught your breath.
“For?” Loki hums out.
“Not paying attention to you, that was mean.” You sigh out, snuggling closer to him.
“My queen never apologize, especially to me and especially when it’s not needed.” Loki says sitting the both of you up. He snaps his fingers, the both of you magically getting cleaned up, clothes back in place, all evidence of your rendezvous gone.
Loki stands, holding his hand out, his hat and sunglasses back on, “Now, shall we take a dip in the pool?”
