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.
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?”
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.
A/N: this kinda popped in my head while I was working on something else, needed to write it out before I lost it ☻☻☻
Loki was obsessed with you from the moment he saw you. The way you walked, the way you talked, the way you laughed at stupid jokes that definitely weren't funny, the way you always had new hairstyles that was always different. The way you always smelled good, sometimes vanilla, sometimes roses, sometimes warm, sometimes earthy… he was obsessed, but he was in love. You were His Queen.
How Loki managed to sweep you off your feet was a mystery he couldn’t ever figure out. What in Odin’s name did he do to deserve you?
You were his queen and he’d do anything for you.
He loved helping you with little tasks like picking out your outfits so that you could match each other, he loved brainstorming dinner ideas for the week so that you both could cook them together. He loved the little outing dates you would plan weeks in advance, always something different from the last.
Sometimes, while you were away, he would sit in your shared bedroom in the dark, thinking about all the horrible things he’s done. He always knew what he was doing was morally wrong but he’s already started, so why stop? He thought nothing good would ever happen to him anyway, he thought he was beyond repair, beyond saving... beyond loving.
But, boy, was he wrong.
You came along, his very own queen.
He loved when you ran your fingers in his hair and scratched his scalp. He loved that you were incredibly touchy with him, like a part of you had to be touching him at all times when he was near you. He loved when you would put him in his place when needed. He loved that you cared enough about him physically and mentally, enough to always ask if it was too hot or too cold, despite him being a literal frost giant. Enough to suggest talking to a therapist, offering to go with him if he wanted but never forcing him.
Despite Loki not being too fond of Asgard, he would take you there as it was the place he grew up in. He loved that you and Frigga clicked immediately, only meeting ten minutes ago and already gossiping and giggling like old friends.
He loved the feeling of your body. To him it was soft and warm, always inviting. He loved that your body molded into his tall, lanky frame perfectly. He loved that your naturally warm body somewhat warmed him up and vice versa. He knew every inch of your body with his eyes closed, he knew that you loved kisses along your neck, loved gentle rubs on your back but hated your sides getting poked and hated your feet getting tickled.
He loved that you gave him a new view of life. It wasn’t all about revenge, suffering and pain. It could be about friends, love and family.
He fell in love with you even more watching the little bundle of joy grow in your stomach for months. His favorite moments during the pregnancy were when you’d be lounging on the couch, hand rubbing your swollen belly, gasping at the little kicks your baby was kicking from within. He loved that in the final months, you waddled everywhere due to being, in your words, huge and swollen. He’d give your feet massage’s every night before bed, whispering to the little babe in your belly to give mama a break from kicking after a long day.
His chest filled with pride and love when you had finally given birth to your daughter, her having most of your facial features but having his hair and eyes.
He loved that despite him having doubts of being a good father and afraid of passing the Jotunheim bloodline, you always reassured him he was going to do fine. He loved those late nights when his baby girl was fussy, he’d offer to take over to let you sleep, he’d be in the nursery rocking chair soothing her back to sleep, whispering sweet little nothings and promises to her.
"I love you my precious daughter."
"I'd destroy and build this world over and over again, just for you."
He loved that you made him a new changed man, made him see a new light in life.
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.”
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.”
