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[kadwrites]

the color green | T.S

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summary ; you've met tommy's secretary , who has a thing for him.

warnings ; mentions of death (no one dies), my bad writing?? probably typos, arranged marriage trope

a/n ; um idk what to think of this part but lmk what you think of it

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he just looks back at you, his brow raised ,waiting for an explanation

"what?"

"what did ya say to 'er?"

"nothing, why ? what did she tell you?" you can't help the amused expression on your face, you did try to hold it back.

"she said you and polly cornered 'er"

"what" you let out a small laugh "all we did was speak to 'er, and it was mostly polly. she barely acknowledged me."

"really?"

"yes really."

"did ya tell 'er that we're engaged?" his voice was deep and cold. it sent a familiar chill down your spine.

"why ? did ya not want people to know?"

"answer the question"

"i didn't. polly did." you stare at him for a while, eyes tracing his face with a raised brow "are you fucking 'er?"

he blinks slowly, his demeanor doesn't change "i beg your fucking pardon?"

"ya heard me."

"no."

you study his face "we didn't say anything to 'er, polly asked 'er if she knew who i was, she looked me up and down like i was some whore and then almost cried when she found out you and i are engaged. thats it."

"we're not engaged yet."

"we are, according to your aunt. so if ya 'ave any fucking complaints , ya might want to take it up with 'er."

you try to walk past him, deciding that storming off is the best way out of this ,

"and how do ya think youre gettin' back home? polly is gone"

you freeze, stopping in place when you hear that, and he turns, just staring at your back.

"walking exists , ya know?" you turn as well to face him, you try to maintain the most confident expression you could muster

"you're gonna walk back? to your father's house? at this time?"

you just nod,

"no you're not"

"yes i am."

"no."

"why not?"

"what kind if fiancé would i be if i let ya walk home in the dark?." his voice is sarcastic

you just raise your brow again, "i thought we weren't engaged."

"go to my office, i'll drive ya home in a minute."

"ya don't 'ave to, i don't want your charity."

"go to my fucking office, y/n."

you mumble curses under your breath as you stride through and to his office, you open the glass door and plop down on the chair facing his desk. you can see the sectary's silhouette from the corner of your eyes. she's sitting on a desk outside his office and you walked by without sparing her a glance. you can feel her stare burn through you.

the door opens again and he walks in, and sits on his desk

"are we goin' to stay here long? cause i can call oliver to come and get me."

he looked up from the papers he was holding and his stare made you look away. okay maybe you'll let him drive you home.

the secretary knocks and walks in "i just need your signature on this form sir." she walks to his desk and gets as close as appropriately possible.

" y've met my fiancée then, miss carter?" he asks the secretary without looking at her

"i.." she stands straight and glances at you "i did , yes i did."

he looks up at her briefly "she might be comin' here more often now, so please make 'er feel at home whenever im not around."

"of course, sir." she smiles sweetly at him before grabbing the paper and walking out of the office.

you raise your brows, a small smirk on your lips "oh im your fiancée now , aye?"

he doesn't answer you, but you see the corners of his lips curl.

you stifle back a yawn as you sit on the sofa , trying to not to nod off. its the middle of the night and your brother had woken you up. safe to say tonight was not a night you've expected and its yet to end.

"how did ya even know about this?" you nod towards abraham who had a cup of tea in his hand

"mum called" he muttered as he handed you a cup as well

"its just a cold , ya know that? , ya didn't 'ave to leave anna and come all the way here."

"it's dad, i couldn't just sleep after 'earing mum cry about 'im"

"she cries about everything" you say with a sigh as you take a sip of your tea

the living room as dark except for a small lamp that was next to you

"did she call celest and oliver?"

"i think so, but they'll probably come by in the mornin'."

you hear your mothers sniffles as she leaves her and your father's bedroom.

"hes asking for you."

you and abraham look at each other before you put your tea cup down and get up from the sofa.

"come in"

you walk in and close the door behind you gently. your dad is propped up with a pillow behind him, you approach the bed and get on it, laying next to him

"ya better not give me another one of your speeches dad." you feign annoyance but your smile gives you away.

he lets out a laugh then turns to you "i'm an old man ya know, i 'ave to make sure i say everything i need to say before i leave ya."

"y've got a cold dad, its not the plaque " you chuckle as you turn to look at him too.

when you were a child, your father would never sleep if you got sick, he would stay up. sometimes fall asleep beside you, or on the uncomfortable hard wooden chair he'd drag next to your bed.

he would put his head on your heart sometimes late at night anxiously, scared it might've stopped when he accidentally drifted off to sleep.

"listen to me love..." his hands intertwine with yours, his hands calloused from all the days he's spent caring for the soil, or in the war that you never thought would end. "i need to talk about this."

you hum, your hand holding his tightly in yours.

"i'm sorry it had to come to this my love,"

its not another one of his speeches, its a different kind of speech.

"dad..."

"when your mother first told me about this, i thought she was jokin, honest to god" he lets out another laugh "but now..... when i think about it , i cant let ya do that to yerself love..." he shakes his head slightly,

"what?" your eyes look up at him, taking in his features , his dark under eyes, the lines on his face, around his eyes.

"i saved some money yeah? , for when me and your mother might need it. ya can 'ave it." his voice drops to a lower tone

"and do what ?"

"run away."

"run away?" you laugh softly, looking at him with a raised brow "and go where?"

"where ever you want." he smiles softly at you

"you're not serious."

"i am"

you stay silent for a while, processing what he's saying "im not runnin' away dad."

"so you're gonna marry tommy shelby? is that what ya want ? what ya truly want?"

"its what i need to do"

"ya don't"

"so you're gonna go back on your word ,aye? ya gave the man a word after all"

"for you , id break every promise ive ever made."

"dad..." you let out a small smile , his other hand goes to cup your face "i cant do that"

"are ya scared id hate ya? or that id be angry at ya if ya didn't?"

"i cant runaway dad... i cant leave ya" your emotions betray you and they flood through you, your tears start to drop. i cant not be here when you die, when you're buried.

"sometimes i cant believe you're all grown up now,"

"hmm"

"ya were such a lively child"

"you're sayin' im borin' now aye?"

you two share a small laugh, you turn your face and kiss his palm, before closing your eyes "id put myself through anything and everything to keep ya with me for however long i can."

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[writingstoraes]

sparks 🎇

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: written imagine (fluff)

word count: 1.7k, no warnings hehe

notes: once again this is a new idea even though i have a ton of drafts like my mind is a mess so i am not surprised ANYWAY . trying to get out of a writing slump so lmk what u guys think! ALSO apologies for any typos or grammatical errors this is not proofread at all 😆

about:  The few of the many times Charles’ heart skipped a beat because of you.

Movies have always portrayed “real” sparks so well. Sometimes it’s a scene where a guy sees the girl for the very first time during a first date and he freezes for a moment, the apparent electricity between two people when their hands almost touch and they panic for a little while, or the moment of suspense before a first kiss and the exhilaration after.

But Charles taught that was exactly what they were - movie scenes. He lingered on the thought that the moments where sparks flew and one’s heart skips a beat, those moments cannot be manufactured in real life. They stay in movies, books, in the arts; where they belong, somewhere where they were fiction.

Not until he experiences it first-hand, not until he meets you, the woman who held his heart in the palm of her hand.

He felt it the first time your hands ever touched. 

At first, he thought he was going crazy. There was no way he felt a current run through his skin the moment it came in contact with yours, but to this day, it’s a testament he swears on very seriously. 

You had been going out for a few weeks, several dates here and there. It was the exact point where you felt comfortable with each other, but only starting to be, hence why there were still evident boundaries present. The two of you were careful to not cross any, especially Charles. He’s cautious on establishing any physical touch, sure, he’s held your waist to guide you through bustling crowds and had slung his arm over your shoulder, but he hasn’t held your hand. At least, not yet. 

He had invited you to have dinner on his yacht, set at the perfect time where you can be of witness to the beautiful sunset over the sea. He says the food was nearly done, so he set up two comfortable chairs that gave you just the perfect view of the Monaco skies. The sun was setting and the golden sky formed a beautiful gradient with the blue hue that painted it beforehand. 

He turns his head to you, your arm resting on the chair’s handles, a tad bit preoccupied with the view in front of you. He keeps a smile to himself, enjoying the personalized view he had. For some reason, he feels the urge to hold your hand, or at least rest his on top of yours. He was hesitating and second-guessing, lifting his finger once in a while and then putting it back down when he decides not to push through. It didn’t help that there were minimal distance between your chair and his, and so he was fighting the urge to initiate contact and have you flee off. 

But his hesitant hand that kept on moving was something you grew to notice, and thanks to your knowledge of many, many romance movies, you assumed it meant he wanted to hold your hand but was too afraid to do it. You shove the thought of doing it first in the back of your head, overthinking that you might be wrong and he in fact did not want to hold your hand. 

Maybe it was something in the air, the quiet waves of the ocean, or just the fact that he really really liked you. 

He finally lifts his hand so he can reach yours, resting it softly on top of your hand. He lets out a relieved and contented sigh when he feels you ease into his touch. His heart raced faster, like it was screaming for help and begging to be let out of his chest.

As if that was not enough, he feels a current run through his arm and out of his fingertips the moment you grasp his hand and decide to interlock your fingers with his then setting it on top of the chair’s handle.  He swears he saw fireworks when he closed his eyes and his heart finally exploded out of his chest. He vows he can stand up and jump around out of joy, but he chooses to indulge in the moment and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze instead.

He had met you earlier in the season and he would be lying if he said he didn’t want you to see him in his element, doing what truly made him happy. That is, if his team does not proceed to ruin the entire weekend for him and his dedicated fans.

He invited you to watch a grand prix, in a track that he felt most comfortable. He was the perfect gentleman whe he extended the invite, letting you know you could always decline if you didn’t feel like going. You were together, in all terms to be considered, but he didn’t want to pressure you into finally making your appearance only because he knew how harsh it could get. He assures you that he will take care of everything and all you needed to do was come.

You were committed to attend the entire weekend, from free practice until the race itself. Even if Charles was quick to reassure you that you didn’t have to be there for everything, you only return a smile and tell him you wanted to be, which not surprisingly calmed his nerves. 

You knew people were going to stare, fans will take pictures, even the possibility of you making headlines. This was your first paddock appearance as his girlfriend, after all. It was inevitable, so you try to take your mind off of the pressure. Much to your nerves bothering you before you even got on the plane, you had been racking your brain on what to wear. You didn’t want to seem like you were trying too hard or too little. 

You finally settle on an outfit and your lips form a small smile as you looked in the mirror. It was nothing extravagant, only a black one-shoulder top and a black high-waisted pants that you paired with a red leather jacket. It’s not like you wanted what you wore to scream Ferrari, but you wanted to add a little touch, at least for Charles. 

“What do you think? I chose the red jacket for you,” you turn around to see Charles, seeing as you heard his footsteps earlier and knew he entered the room.

If he was being honest, he had seen you put on the outfit. He witnessed how you cocked your head to the side trying to see if it looks good. He sees the outfits laid on the bed, all with a touch of red, and he could feel butterflies swarm his stomach at the thought of you carefully planning out your outfits to include his team’s colors.

There it was again, the stupid sparks that he’s been getting ever since he met you. He curses himself for being a little non-functional when feels them, but he figures he has to get used to being blown away by everything you did. It feels magnetic, like he’s feeling actual static. You make him feel so much by just doing so little. 

He sees you twirling around in front of the mirror, smiling when you finally put on the red leather jacket, looking satisfied. 

He stops at his tracks, at least internally, and fails to respond for at least 10 seconds. 

“Do you not like it? I can always go change-”

“No,” he says, almost out of voice. “You look absolutely beautiful.” 

Where he was standing, he swears he sees fireworks erupt behind you.

Charles stands on the podium, feeling victorious and ecstatic he had clinched another win for his Formula 1 career. He looks fondly at the sea of crowd cheering for him, waving flags of his own country, Ferrari, and Italy. From where he stood he could see Fred’s big smile and the engineers celebrating, jumping up and down. 

The trophies had been awarded and the Monaco national anthem had finally played. He was wearing his Pirelli cap and completely drenched in champagne. He scans the crowd down the podium, hoping to get a glance of you. Earlier, he did tell you you didn’t have to witness the awarding personally should he win, because he didn’t want you to get in between many people and possibly get shoved or pushed. He assumes that you were in the garage, waiting for him, probably with a kiss and a hug. 

He leans over the makeshift railing of the stage, eyes still set on possibly sighting you. When he fails to find you, he finally comes down and there he sees you, just near the stairs going up to the podium with teary eyes and a wide smile. There you stood with hands clasped together, in awe of Charles who was standing in front of you. 

He feels his heart race yet again, having experienced the first time you ever greeted him after he claims P1 in a race. Even just by looking at you he feels his world shift, like its only goal was to pull him towards you, like the fireworks that took the skies earlier weren’t enough and he was having his own show. 

He jogs towards you, exhilirated and filled with adrenaline and pulls you into a tight embrace. His entire body twitches when you plant a soft kiss on his cheek, as if every fiber of his being had turned into putty at your touch. Everytime you engulf him in an embrace, kiss his cheek, or run your hands through his hair, he feels as if he’s inside his car going at least 320 kilometers per hour. He has no clue how you do it, how you possibly make him feel like he’s won a race every time he was with you;  as if you and his heart had a binding agreement. 

“Congratulations, mon champion du monde,” you say slowly and close to Charles so only he could hear, hoping you didn’t mess up the pronunciation, after having practiced it several times on the plane. 

Something tugs at his heartstrings, having been greeted by the knowledge that you sent out his well wishes in French, even though you didn’t speak the language and mentioned you were always scared you were going to say something wrong. But mostly because you called him your world champion, and that just sends him down a spiral.

“Thanks for being here, amour.” he replies, pulling you in again for another hug. 

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notes: thanks for reading everyone <3 will try to post a 1.4k special soon but firstly thank u so much for all the love hehehe hope u guys r having the nicest day!

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[changbinsboiledegg]

Enha hyung line reactions to their gf having a thigh riding kink? - ⛄️

Heyo thank you for your request! I hope you like these! Ily 🫶🫶

AFAB! Reader X Enhypen Hyung line.

(disclaimer: I think technically these could be gender neutral bc I didn't necessarily name any AFAB words regarding body parts other than 'pelvis' but just in case, I'm tagging it as AFAB.)

MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: Thigh riding kink, smut, anything else? lmk.

Note: Why is it that when I write reactions, I unintentionally make the first few short and the rest long??? Beats me... Or maybe they are same length? ... lol.. length. idk. I hope y'all enjoy, I proofread but can't guarantee that there aren't typos lol. I'm going to log off for the night again so... have fun & again, MDNI.

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Heeseung

The second you brought it up and that you wanted to try it, he was up to the idea and mostly just wanted to see where things would go.

As you straddled his waiting thigh and started to rock your hips against his thigh in slow movements, he’d help you out by guiding your hips and finding it incredibly hot how your own thighs shook and the little sounds you made as you came closer to orgasm.

“We should definitely do this again.” Heeseung smirked, rubbing your shaking thighs.

“Please.” You begged, to which his smirk grew.

Jay

It was your birthday and Jay told you, anything you wanted, he would give you. It was your day, after all. Even if he meant material items.

“You want to… ride… my thigh?” He rephrased your suggestion to make sure he heard you right. When you confirmed, he sat down and pulled you by your hips until you were straddling him.

“Go ahead, then.” He removed his hands from your hips and leaned back on the couch as you placed your legs on either side of his thigh, lowering yourself and riding his thigh. Jay seemed to enjoy watching you come undone like this, eyeing your facial expressions and listening to the soft moans you made.

Jake

“What’cha lookin at?” Jake sat beside you as you were staring at your phone screen with full immersion. He knew you liked to read webtoons and such, but he didn’t know you were reading something a bit more spicier.

After a few seconds with no answer, he jokingly swiped your phone and held it up higher than his head. You lunged for it, straddling him as you reached for your phone.

Suddenly, your thighs were straddled on either side of one of his thighs and your pelvis met his thigh, earning a soft gasp as it made contact with the slightest friction. Your reaction caused Jake to freeze as he set your phone on the spot beside him where you sat and his hands were on your hips, creating friction as he rubbed you against his thigh, earning the same reaction, only more prominent.

“You like this, don’t you?”

Sunghoon

He looked up ‘thigh riding’ after he saw the term in your browser history. What he learned about this, surprised him as he didn’t think you were the type to enjoy something like this.

But here he is, attempting to tease you about it without bringing it up by sitting and manspreading whenever you’re in the same room, knowing you’d fit perfectly on his thigh if you let desire take over. But you never acted on it and he was dying to let you try it with him.

He got tired and pulled you in for a kiss, which turned into making out and you straddling his thigh as he tried to control where you were placed. He wanted to see how you looked and how you sounded and he was almost overjoyed when he felt you rubbing yourself against his thigh with your lips locked on his.

“Just like that…”

Note 2: Yes, reader is reading smut in Jake's. Goodnight lmao.

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[ghostfacd]

FOOLISH ONE ! — LUKE HUGHES

— “stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain’t never gonna come,”

pairing; slytherin!luke x fem!hufflepuff!reader

genre; angst at beginning, secret baby trope, exes to lovers, blackcat!luke, golden retriever!reader

summary; it’s been a little over a year since luke broke things off with yn to go to umich. she still hopes to hear from him someday, a confession of his love, yet it never happens. luke doesn’t know, however, it’s not just her waiting for him.

author’s note; didn’t reread this so there may be grammar mistakes and typos! lmk if u guys want to see more rowden and lukey content

✸ SLYTHERIN!LUKE MASTERLIST (read first for more context on yn and luke’s relationship)

When Luke broke things off with you to go play hockey in umich, you’d thought he’d at least try to keep in contact.

He did say he was going to visit every year. But that was a total fat lie. Luke Hughes did not visit, he didn’t even bother writing you a message.

You couldn’t be mad. You somewhat understood it from his point of view. He was passionate about hockey, just as he’d always been about Quidditch when the two of you were still teenagers at Hogwarts. Luke Hughes did not owe you anything, he was just your ex.

And also.. maybe.. possibly.. the father of your baby. No, he definitely was. The boy had golden curls just like his father when he was younger.

“Rowden!” You called out, patting your lap to let your baby know where to go.

Rowden Quintin Hughes. You had decided to name Rowden after Jack and Quinn, the two boys who accepted you as their little sister the day their brother started dating you.

Rowden was an exact replica of his father, his cute chubby cheeks and his blonde curls making his appearance ten times cuter than he already was. You loved your baby, and you knew if Luke knew of him, he would to.

But was it selfish for you not to tell Luke? That you found out you were two months pregnant when he left for the airport? Maybe a part of you wanted to keep it a secret, just you and Rowden for a little while.

“Rowdy baby,” you coo, smothering his cheek with kisses that made the baby gurgle happily.

“He’s a happy baby today, isn’t he?” Kielle walks into your living room, carrying a baby of her own.

See, the funny thing was, you and Kielle actually got pregnant around the same time. Of course, Mark was already aware of his son, and always came on his school breaks to visit him and his girlfriend.

You and Kielle decided to move in with each other after finding out you were both becoming mothers, and the rest was history. Tons of morning sickness, mood swings, and late night cravings. For a while, both of your guy’s best friends was Doordash. Mark had always ordered it, making sure his girlfriend and baby were well fed.

Mark knew about Rowden, but you and Kielle begged him to keep it a secret. He was reluctant at first; knowing if he was in Luke’s shoes, he would want to know. But he decided that it wasn’t his choice to make whether or not to tell him, so he kept it a secret from his best friend.

“Theo, say hi to Rowdy, baby!” Kielle says, making her way over to the two of you. “Rowdy’s so quiet isn’t he?”

“Yes,” you nod, “suppose he’s like Luke. Never talks unless he’s supposed to.”

Kielle scrolls through her phone for a bit, breastfeeding Theo while she’s at it. A certain picture makes her wince.

“What’s wrong Kie?” You ask, curious to see what she’s looking at.

She quickly pulls her phone to her chest, shaking her head. “Nothing you have to worry about Y/N. Look, I think Rowdy’s falling asleep.”

It was true. Rowden was snoozing off in your arms, a content smile settled on his face. He was the cutest baby, your baby, you still couldn’t believe it till this day.

“Okay Theo, time to sleep baby.” Kielle carries him to her room, and you’re left alone with a sleeping Rowden. Carefully, you take him into your room, placing him in his crib.

Now it was time for you to have personal time. You decide to spend it scrolling through social media for thirty minutes, looking at what your old classmates were up to. A certain picture catches your vision, and you swore your heart almost drops.

It’s Luke’s post. And on it was of him placing his arm around a girl, captioning it Going Blue with the fave! 💙

You didn’t know how to feel. First, Luke hadn’t spoken to you since the day he took off to Michigan, and now, he’s posing and writing a intimate caption with a girl? Could he break your heart any more?

You didn’t even realize you’re crying until Kielle comes in with tissues, frowning. “I take it you saw the post?”

You only shakily nod, not wanting to speak.

“It’s okay Y/N, he doesn’t deserve you.”

But he does. And you’ll let him have you if he wanted you back. You always will.

When you finally fall asleep, snoring softly with the baby monitor by your side, that’s when Kielle thinks she’s had enough.

There was no way her best friend, Luke motherfucking Hughes, was going to hurt her other best friend like that. She wouldn’t allow it.

“Mark? Cmon pick up,” she says, chewing on her nails nervously.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Mark’s voice automatically shifts to concern over the phone, seeing his girlfriend’s upset face. “Is there something wrong with Theo? Do I need to fly there baby?”

“No Marky, there’s nothing wrong, well, not with us.”

“Then why’d you call?”

“You seriously need to tell Luke to get his shit together Mark, I’m serious. He’s been making poor Y/N cry so much, it’s not good for her or Rowden. I seriously don’t know what the fuck is going through Luke’s head, especially since he was so inlove with her and now he won’t even text her?”

Mark sighs, watching his girlfriend become pissed off as each minute passes. “The Instagram post, right? Listen, I’m not justifying any of his behavior but the girl, she’s just one of the girls from the sororities who we’re friends with. Nothing more, I promise. In fact, I’m pretty sure Luke is still hungover on Y/N. Wont talk about her.”

Kielle’s anger subsides, but it’s still apparent. “Just a girl from one of the sororities huh?”

“Yes baby, I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you. If anything, I want Y/N and Luke back together. They were so good.”

“They were Marky, they were.”

Mark thinks for a minute, before an idea pops into his head. “Kiel baby,”

“Hm?”

“I have an idea. You know how winter break is in a few days and I’m coming? How about I bring Luke? I’ll just tell him that we’re all catching up. He doesn’t know Y/N lives with you.”

Kielle ponders, then nods slowly. “I just want them back together, Mark. They made each other better and I really can’t stand Y/N being so upset, especially since she has Rowden to take care of now.”

Mark smiles, reassuring her everything will be fine. “How’s Rowdy by the way?”

“He’s good. Not fussy like our Theo. He reminds me of Luke, blonde curls, quiet, and sometimes, he’s all smiley. It’s adorable.”

“Yeah, I just wish Luke was there to see Rowdy when he was first born.”

“Me too.”

The next few days passed by quickly, and you’re reminded that Mark is coming. Kielle is all excited, cleaning and making food the entire day as you watched Theo and Rowden.

The doorbell rings. Once, twice, and another six times because Mark just loves to mess with you two.

“I’ll get it,” you say as Kielle takes off her apron. “You watch the boys.”

When you open the door, you expect to see a smiley Mark, all giddy to see his son again. There he was, all giddy like you had imagined; only this time, a tall figure stands next to him.

A tall, curly haired, all too familiar figure stands right next to Mark. You don’t have to think twice about knowing who it is. It’s Luke Hughes.

“Luke, you’re here..” you say, and the wavering of your voice doesn’t go missed by the boy.

He always remembered tiny details about you due to his ability to memorize and his attentive personality.

“I am,” he says awkwardly, “may we come in?”

“Uh.. yes, of course!”

You don’t know how you’re gonna hide Rowden from Luke. Or, you could just make a run for it now. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to run away from your problems.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me she was here?!” You hear Luke quietly whisper—which wasn’t really quiet because you had heard everything.

“My bad! I thought it was just Kielle!”

You knew Mark was lying. And you had a stinging feeling that Kielle was in on the lie too.

“Where’s Theo?” Luke’s head scans around the room, smiling brightly when he sees his best friend’s son. “Hi Theo! It’s your uncle Luke.”

He notices Rowden on the floor next to Theo, laying on his back and sucking on his thumb.

Luke raises his eyebrows at this. Blonde, curly hair. Mark was neither of this. If Luke wasn’t going crazy, he would’ve thought it was his son. Was it?

“And who’s this tiny fella?” Luke asks, softly picking Rowden up with as much gentleness as he possibly can. He had a sinking feeling that there was more to the baby than meets the eye.

“Rowden,” you say quietly. The familiar name of his brother makes Luke’s ears perk up.

“Rowden?”

“Rowden Quintin Hughes.”

It’s as if the world had paused. Come to a stop. Luke’s heart freezes for a moment, all the emotions he had kept pushed back into the back of his head came crawling out.

“Rowden Quintin Hughes?” He chokes out.

Mark and Kielle noticed how you and Luke needed to have a serious conversation, so, with a quick pickup of Theo, they both headed to Kielle’s room, shutting the door for privacy.

“I’m sorry,” is all you can say as you try to hold back a sob.

Luke shakes his head, placing Rowden down and opening his arms out for you to lean in.

“Hey hey, none of that okay?” Luke rubs the side of your arm, letting you know he’s there. “You don’t have to apologize to me for anything. I’m the one that should be saying sorry. I was a jerk, ghosting you when I got to Michigan.”

“Yeah,” you say, looking up at him. “You really were.”

“The truth was—I was scared I’d fall inlove with you all over again if I had stayed in contact.” Luke shakily sighs, “I couldn’t stand the thought of not being able to be with you. I was an idiot, for breaking up with you, for everything I’ve done in the past.”

“You were a big idiot,” you say, laughing slightly.

“A very big big idiot,”

Rowden gurgles loudly, holding his tiny hands up in the air, waiting for you to pick him up.

You put your hand in the back of Rowden’s hand to support him as you placed him against your chest. “Hi Rowdy baby, it’s your dad.”

That’s all it took for Luke Hughes to let out a sob of his own, overwhelmed by the confirmation from you.

“Hi buddy,” he says softly, taking Rowden out of your hold. “I’m so sorry your daddy wasn’t here when you were born and for the first year of your life. I’m so so sorry,”

He places kisses against Rowden’s cheeks, eyes closing to cherish the moment with his son.

“So, who was the girl if you don’t mind me asking?”

Luke raises his eyebrows, now full attention on you. “The girl on my Instagram?” He questions.

You only nod.

“She.. she was a friend at one of the sororities. I met her months ago at some frat party. She was really nice, and asked me out.”

Your swore your heart nearly sunk into its chest. “That’s.. great Luke. What did you say?”

“Of course I said no,” he says, placing Rowden down carefully.

“Why?”

“Because I told her I was too inlove with somebody else.”

That’s all you needed to hear before smashing your lips against Luke’s, both of your bodies latched onto each other as it craved each other’s presence.

“I love you too Luke.”

“I know that,” Luke places another kiss to your lips. “And I’ll forever spend the rest of my days making it up to you and Rowden.”

It’s not until two hours later that Mark and Kielle walk out that they see you and Luke curled up next to each other, fast asleep with his arms securely around your shoulder and Rowden by your side.

They silently smile at one another, knowing their plan had finally worked after all.

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It Wasnt in my Head (3)

(a/n: pls lmk if u see any typos! )

Summary: Abby is the starting linebacker at UW and when her team starts to falter her coach decides to get the team into ballet, in order to teach them that grace and stability is important in football too. Abby is just as upset about her teammates about this, until she sees her pretty new ballet teacher...

dancer!reader x football!abby

!!ABBY IS STRAIGHT IN THE BEGINNING. READER IS HER GAY AWAKENING!!

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This whole house smelled like total ass.

Dina was excitedly walking next to me trying to guide me to the alcohol, as Ellie looked for her friend.

"Abby!" Ellie exclaimed from my left.

I turned to look into the direction she was facing and just about shit my pants.

It was the pretty blonde from the football team.

She smiled at Ellie and they gave eachother a one armed hug in greeting.

"So this is Dina and Y/n, guys this is Abby," Ellie introduced us both.

Abby nodded her head at Dina in greeting before turning to me and hesitating.

"Hey, yeah no we've met," She said to Ellie signaling at me.

"Oh? Where?" Ellie inquired curiously.

"She is the little ballerina that got stuck teaching the varsity starters," Abby told her with a smirk.

"Y/n, you didn't tell me you were teaching the varsity starters,"

"I, uh, I guess I didn't think I would be running into one like this," I answered Ellie before turning to Abby, "Well, Abby, its nice to properly meet you,"

"Pleasures all mine," She answered with a friendly smile and a slight head nod.

Oh wow fuck me.

"Okay, well were gonna go get drunk. Bye!" Dina said, pulling my arm and dragging me away towards the kitchen.

I decided to just pour a vodka soda for me and Dina while we chatted.

"So what do you think of Ellie's friend?" She asked, sending a smirk my way.

"Oh, god, was is that obvious?" I reddened and hid my face with my hands.

Dina guffawed before answering, "Only to me I think, but I get it. She's totally your type,"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh c'mon! She's tall, super built, big nose, commanding presence, athlete. She was basically made just for you,"

"Ok ok fine, she's perfect, but I am way to awkward to ever initiate anything,"

"Well, maaybe just try talking to h-" Dina cut herself off with a large gasp, "Ohmygod Jesse is right there!!" She gasped, pointing to the boy across the room. "I'm gonna go talk to him,"

"No Dina don't leave me,"

"I'm going in,"

"No, D, please!" I begged her as she strutted off.

I turned around and started digging for stuff to make myself a drink, but the stupid grenadine was too high on the shelf.

A hand reached above my own and grabbed and handed it to me.

"Thank yo- oh its you!" I said, turning around to face the person who had helped me.

"What, wishing for someone cooler?" Abby teased with a smirk.

"Ugh, no. Dina is off with Jesse now, so, I'm gonna drink it off," I told her, gesturing to Dina and Jesse making out on a couch.

"Oh god lame. But I kinda get it, I was the same with this one boyfriend,"

My head snapped back to her with a look of disbelief, and before my brain could catch up to my mouth, I blurted; "You aren't gay??"

"No? What, you are?" She asked, matching my disbelief.

"Well, yeah," I said as if it was obvious.

It really isn't, but I'm trying.

"Ah, well, you had me fooled," She said, face tinged slightly pink.

"Yeah, me too" I answered her, exhaling through my nose in an awkward laugh.

"Well aren't we a pair, breaking our stereotypes and whatever," She told me, confidence fully back on. I laughed a little before she continued, "So do you, like, have a girlfriend?"

"Oh, uh, not at the moment, no. Trying to take it easy right now," I responded, before following it with "You must have a boyfriend, though"

"Nah, no. You could say I'm taking it easy too, real focused on grades and sports,"

"What are you studying?"

"Pre-med. My dad's a surgeon, so its kinda in the genes,"

I was shocked by her answer, its not often you see a football player spending their time actually studying something useful instead of doing drugs and partying.

"What about you?" She asked.

"Oh, uh, the arts. I do painting and stuff. And obviously dance, uh, and also law, I'm looking to go FBI," I said, getting embarrassed by my much lamer response.

"Oh, that actually sounds really cool. I bet you have a shit ton of work," She told me, seeming genuinely interested.

"Yeah, well, you only get a scholarship once,"

"Yeah, yeah, true,"

The conversation was starting to falter so I told her to follow me.

"Hey Ellie!" I greeted as we approached the girl.

"Hey, are you ready to..." She made a signal with two fingers signing she wanted to smoke.

"Hell yeah," I answered before turning to Abby, "Wanna join?"

"Of course I do," She responded with an excited glint in her eyes.

We squeezed our way through sweaty bodies and makeout sessions all the way to the back of the large house where the yard was.

Ellie reached in to her right pocket, dug around for a bit, scowled and then reached into her left pocket where she took out a small joint and a lighter.

"Y/n?" She said my name, gesturing the blunt to me, "Wanna light it?"

"My pleasure" I held the joint up to my lips, the flicked the lighter and lit it. I instantly felt the hot smoke flow through my throat into my lungs. I turned my head away from the two in front of me out of politeness and blew out the smoke.

15 minutes later we were all stoned.

"Hey. Hey, beautiful, aren't you like not 'sposed to do this? Cuz you, like, are gonna be a doctor or whatever?" I spoke while turning to Abby.

"Maybe, but I think all be ok," She chuckled at my state.

She held her weed good.

I didn't.

Ellie held hers good.

I really didnt.

I went to answer Abby when Dina came running up to us.

"Hey guys!" She greeted us.

"Heyyy D," I said to her elongating every syllable.

Dina took one look at me before turning to Ellie with the look a mom would have after her kids stole a cookie from the jar.

"Ellie, come on. I told you not to let her do stupid shit like this anymore, you know she's a total lightweight,"

Ellie looked around defensively and held her hands up in surrender, "Hey man, she asked for it. Besides I didn't do any, yaknow, for protection,"

Dina sighed, grabbed my arm, grabbed Ellie's, and told us were going home. I shouted a goodbye to Abby that was somewhere along the lines of "Bye gorgeous see you in class!" and shuffled alongside Dina out the door.

The drive home was filled with Ellies playlist, and when me and Dina climbed up the stairs and into out apartment we bid our goodnights.

My mind was fuzzy the whole time though.

It was full of one thing.

Abby Anderson.

a/n: this took forever to get out, whoops. working on pt 4 asap, might post later tonight if im feeling spicy.

#tlou #ellie williams #x reader #abby anderson #joel miller #abby anderson x reader #abbyanderson #dinatlou #jessetlou #abby x reader

[mm-275]

MILES MORALES HEADCANNONS 2

Request: yes

tw: none i think?

- Ok so I think that he listens to a little of all genres of music. Like he’s cool with everything but there’s a few songs or artists that he doesn’t fw

- He will make you make him a playlist so he can listen to it when he misses you and he’ll make you a playlist BUTT he’ll be nervous to send it to you, so when your like “bitch where’s my playlist?” he’s like “you actually wanted it”

- This boy BEGGED his parents for Spotify premium and they finally got it for him when there was like 3 months free near his birthday (he cried)

- When you find out he’s spiderman (you’d probably get mad he’s dropping dates and stuff so you confront him and he tells you) you make sure he’s always safe

- He drops by your house sometimes when he gets hurt after a fight or something and you patch him up. Now you keep a first aid kid in your room for him

- When he gets involved with the Spider Society, you get involved. He trusts you with EVERYTHING, so he tells you everything, and eventually you meet all of them.

- You get along with almost all of his friends there. After hearing what Miguel did, you don’t trust him around Miles and Miles doesn’t trust Miguel around you, so he tried to keep you as far away from him as possible.

- Gwen takes awhile to get used to you, but she eventually warms up when she realizes Miles is happy with you.

- Peter B introduces you to Mayday and you hold her and play with her and PB is like “if you don’t keep her I will”

- Hobie appreciates that you make Miles happy and therefore he doesn’t mind you at first. I think he’d be hesitant but he warms up to you (you guys become best friends)

- Pav is so sweet i don’t think anyone couldn’t immediately love him. You and him sit together and gush about eachothers s/o’s all the time and give eachother advice.

- Remember when he was texting his dad and had a bunch of typos because he was fighting a villain? He always responds to you, therefore most of his texts are illegible 😭

- He’s super smart (obviously), but will make you/his mom read over his school essays just in case.

- I think that he wouldn’t use a ton of pet names. Maybe a few sometimes, but would mostly use your name and a few nicknames hes made up (he has one that only he’s allowed to call you)

- Absolutely cannot play an instrument for shit. Gwen and Hobie have tried to teach him, and if you play an instrument you have too, but he gives up.

- He would be decent at most sports, but he’s the type of kid to only do gym for the required credits, and doesn’t go out of the way to play. If friends or you ask to play something with him, he would.

- Once you guys are together for a little, he would bring you to all the family functions. Cousins wedding? you’re there. Fourth of July celebration? He’s dragging you around to all of his family members.

- His mom would make him dress up for all of the holidays (my mom too), like at Christmas he’s in an ugly sweater and his mom is taking 10 photos of all of their matching sweaters (this is a self projection)

- Asks if he can adopt every dog and cat in the alleyways.

- He would know how to do a few origami pieces and does them in class when he’s bored and then gives them to you

- Draws on the corners and in the margins of your papers in class

- Watches CoryxKenshin and either youtube or spotify will be playing in the background of his room at all times.

- Before you guys meet eachothers parents, your screen time would be like 15+ hours from how much you guys would’ve facetimed

- Said this in the last part, but I have to bring this back. He LOVES holding your hand. He’s late to class to hold your hand down the hallways.

- He refuses to split the pole. He’s not even superstitious he just thinks it’s weird 😭

- He’s picky asf. Chicken tenders are his best friend (me too)

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sorry this is so short i ran out of ideas.

im thinking of doing these with another character like e42 miles or hobie? idk lmk

#miles morales #miles morales 1610 #miles morales x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse

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face the music (chapter 8)

Music College Marvel AU - Chapter 8

!frat!musician!bucky x !frat!musician!steve x !musician!femreader

Warnings: FLUFF, little bit of angst, discussion of past abuse, mentions of drugs/alcohol, lmk if i missed anything

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: revenge plan is underway!! this one gets kinda heavy in the middle but i tried padding it out w some fluff. not proof read, sorry for any typos!

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The last string of the guitar fizzles out as you move to grab your bottle of water. Practice had gone overtime and your throat was beginning to feel the effects of it. Hitting those notes over and over again wasn’t too bad, but you could feel your voice starting to strain. 

“Okay. I need a break.” You announce, flopping onto one of the couches. Steve gives you an annoyed sigh, ever the perfectionist with his chords. He had been pushing for ‘just one more try’ for the past hour. Bucky had worked up a sweat on the drums but had been compliant in Steve’s insistence to keep going. Meanwhile Sam looked at you with a thankful expression, he had been begging to leave for the past hour.

“Yup, that’s it. We’re done for the night. Wanda asked me to come over an hour ago, she’s gonna be pissed!” Sam says, unplugging his bass from the speaker with haste. 

“Come on, just one more song!” Steve pleads, you slump further into the cushions to hide. You know you’ll give in if you see his sad little puppy-dog eyes begging you. 

“You said that, like, five songs ago dude.” Sam says, putting his bass back in its stand. He looks at Bucky for back up. Bucky wipes the sweat from his forehead with a chuckle. You groan, already knowing where this is going to go.

“You and Wanda made it official yet?” Bucky asks, a cheeky grin. Sam makes an irritated noise, throwing his hands up in the air and storming out of the room. Sam and Wanda had been dancing around the ‘boyfriend-girlfriend’ thing for a few months now, apparently half your class had bets on when they would make it official. 

“I swear those two are never gonna make it official if you keep teasing them,” You tell Bucky, although you’re laughing at Sam a bit yourself. Bucky just shrugs, a sly smile still over his face. 

“Y/N…” Steve whines from across the room, dragging out your name. You sigh in annoyance, you had forgotten to not draw attention to yourself. Best way to get Steve’s perfectionism off your back was to play dead. 

“No! No more. It’s bedtime.” You plead, now fully laying down on the couch, pressing the water bottle to your forehead in a ‘woe is me’ pose. 

“Give the girl a break Steve, surprised her vocals aren’t fucked.” Bucky chuckles, you can hear the shuffling sound as he gets up from the drum set stool. “Plus, we still have to watch that movie.”

You let out an over-exaggerated groan, you had forgotten you had agreed to watch a movie with them. You enjoyed hanging out with the two of them, but you were exhausted. You had been up early to catch a coffee date with one of John’s exes, and had your piano assignment. That and the fact you’d spent half the weekend pacing waiting for the two of them to text. The two of them laugh at you as they watch you try to squirm your way out of watching the movie. 

“No thanks. I’m just gonna fall asleep right here.” You tell them, closing your eyes with a content sigh. A short silence followed and you almost felt relief. Then you heard some snickering. 

“What are you two giggling about - Hey!” You yelp as a pair of hands lift you from the couch. Your eyes fly open to see Bucky has picked you up bridal style. You squirm briefly, but his well-built arms hold you in place. Steve laughs at you as he puts his guitar in its stand, then follows as Bucky carries you down the stairs. Seemed like you were watching this movie, whether you wanted to or not.

“What movie are we even watching?” You ask defeatedly, leaning your head against Bucky’s shoulder so you can look up at his face. He doesn’t notice your gaze, his eyes focused on the path in front of him. You wonder if he can feel the way your heartbeat has picked up, the way you melt with his touch. 

“Dunno. Clint’s pick tonight.” He responds, carefully placing you onto the couch in the dark lounge. Clint is still watching his mystery sport, mouthful of popcorn as he eyes you with amusement. You thought it was some kind of gun shooting contest, but now looking at the TV it seems to be an archery competition.

“Forget how to walk?” Clint jokes, you roll your eyes at him with a huff. 

“Apparently so.” You respond sourly. 

The couch you’re on is a large L shape, and you’ve been snuggly placed in the middle corner. Grumbling, you adjust yourself into a more comfortable position. It doesn’t last long before Bucky plonks down beside you, grabbing your legs and pulling them into his lap. You don’t get to protest before Steve has sat to your other side, laying down so his head is in your lap. He beams up at you. Any desire to move or complain leaves your body. With a soft sigh, you hesitantly run your fingers through Steve’s soft golden hair. Once again you can only hope they don’t notice the way your brain stutters in their presence, how your body craves their touch.

Clint looks at the three of you and doesn’t say a word, instead turning his attention to the TV. He flicks on some uninteresting looking action movie. You don’t make a fuss, you probably wouldn’t be able to focus on any movie right now. Not with Steve practically purring like a cat in your lap and Bucky’s hands rubbing circles into your lower legs. You lean your head back on the cushion, resisting the urge to groan at the feeling of having them so close to you. 

About five minutes into the movie, Scott wanders from downstairs into the lounge. He takes one look at you, smirks, and goes to sit with Clint. You don’t have the energy or patience to ask him why. Instead, you watch as Bucky eyes Scott for a minute, you can see the cogs turning in his brain before speaking up with a sly smile. 

“How was your ride?” Bucky asks cheekily, knowing exactly what he was implying. You hold your tongue. 

“Depends what you mean, skateboarding or the guy?” Scott replies smoothly. Clint chokes on his popcorn, sending him into a coughing fit. Bucky is just smirking to himself and you hear a snort of laughter coming from Steve. Your eyes roll to the back of your head with a defeated ‘jesus christ’ muttered under your breath.

*

“Siren.” A soft voice murmurs in your ear, you groan and reluctantly open your eyes. You’re snuggled into Bucky’s side, Steve’s head no longer in your lap. You must’ve fallen asleep at some point during the movie, in the dark of the room you can see the credits rolling on the TV. 

Stretching and rubbing your eyes, you fumble around looking for your phone. 

“What time is it?” You ask sleepily. Your pockets are empty, you must have left your phone upstairs along with your bag. That or it had fallen out of your pocket somewhere in the hallway after Bucky picked you up unannounced. 

“11ish,” Bucky responds, his body is so close to yours. He’s so warm and nice smelling, you resist the urge to just fall back asleep snuggled up in his side. As you slowly come to, you realize the two of you are alone in the lounge. 

“Where are the others?” You ask confused, reluctantly pulling yourself from Bucky’s side to glance into the kitchen.

“Something about skateboarding, Steve’s gonna eat shit and moan about it for the next week.” Bucky says with a sigh. You laugh softly, shaking your head at him. Stretching your limbs out like a cat and clambering to your feet. 

“I should probably head home, I have to get up early.” You mumble. Bucky nods, standing as well with his own stretch. You consciously try to not look as his shirt lifts up a bit, revealing his toned abdomen. Instead you stare hard at the TV as the credits come to an end. 

“I’ll walk you back.” Bucky says, a laugh in his voice. You can’t tell if he’s laughing at your obviously flustered reaction to his muscles or that fact that you’re half-zoned out and sleepy. 

After collecting your belongings from upstairs, the two of you make the short walk back to your apartment. You tried to give Bucky his hoodie back from the other night, but he insists you keep it, making you pull it on before you exit the frat. The night air is chilly as always which helps in waking you up. Bucky throws his arm over your shoulders so you can snuggle into his side for warmth. 

“I spoke to Steve about what happened with Loki. I’m glad that you’re both doing okay.” You speak quietly, Bucky rubbing your shoulder through the fabric as he listens. 

“Thank you. It was strange, but yeah... We came to an agreement.” Bucky replies, you can’t help but feel like he’s dismissing the conversation entirely. Even Steve had been strangely dismissive earlier, but you had just assumed it was his usual nature of avoiding serious conversations. Bucky was different though, you always had the impression that he was the one to go to for deep chats. You frown deeply, had Steve and Loki lied to you about how it went? Was this some kind of elaborate cover-up to make you feel better?

“Why didn’t you text me this weekend?” You ask, and then immediately regret. You cringe internally and speak up to try and cover your tracks. Talk about clingy freak. “Sorry, that came out weird. I just meant that… I wanted to check in and make sure you were both okay and you never texted.”

“We uh... Didn’t want to bug you. You seemed pretty upset, we wanted to give you time to come to us first.” Bucky admits. You freeze a little. You had been worried about coming off as clingy and texting first when they had been waiting for you to reach out? Would you have been able to bypass an entire weekend of stress if you’d just grown a pair and texted first?

“Oh. No, no. I was fine. I am fine.” You explain, pausing your walk to turn and look him in the eyes. He won't even meet your gaze, staring off down the street with a hard swallow. “What is it?” You ask, worry squeezing in your chest.

“You were just… pretty freaked out when Loki yelled at you.” Bucky admits. You feel your heart drop as you pull away from him.  Bucky sighs sharply, brows furrowed as he finally meets your worried gaze. “We didn’t want to crowd you, I noticed that you don’t like people being close when you’re upset.”

You were quiet for a bit. You had theorized that Bucky had noticed all your weird flinches and worried glances, but hearing it spelt out felt like a blow to the stomach. Was your trauma really that noticeable? Did people pity you? Did he pity you? Despite the winded feeling, you keep your calm. Maybe you could just tell him, explain why you were so fucked up. It wouldn’t hurt. 

“Do you know why I get upset when people yell or get violent towards me?” You ask quietly, voice a bit strained. 

“No… but I’m sure it’s not a nice story.” Bucky says with a sigh, you watch him run a hand through his hair. He always seemed to do that when he was stressed. 

“I had an ex,” You start with a sigh. “He was handsome, kind and considerate. We met in my last year of high school, we would do everything together. All my friends joked that we were gonna get married one day, have the suburban house, the kids, everything. We moved into an apartment together, I didn’t have enough money for college so I was just getting by working odd jobs…

My dad was overseas at the time... He didn’t notice the little changes in my behavior, neither did my friends. They just thought I was some snob or too busy to hang out with them. They didn’t notice the way he spoke to me, the way he controlled every aspect of my life. I lost my job, I kept calling in sick because I couldn’t cover the bruises. I was scared of people asking questions. I lost my friends… I lost everything. My body and mind wasn’t even my own. No one came to save me and there was nothing I could do, no way I could escape. I was financially dependent on him, I had nobody… I tried going to the police and they just acted like I was crazy, like I was just some delusional girlfriend who deserved that treatment for not doing what he told me to do…

It was only because my dad dropped by one day to surprise me. He saw the bruises, the cuts, the way I was living. He was horrified, and blamed himself for not checking in on me. He helped move me out, helped me go through all the police reports, restraining orders… I lived with him for a few months before I got offered a scholarship here.”

Bucky is tense, jaw clenched. He still hasn’t looked at you, instead staring down the street with a fierce look in his eyes. All you can see in his expression is a mixture of rage and… sadness. It breaks your heart. It reminds you of the look he had on his face on Friday when he saw Loki, the way he had tried to protect Steve. Did he wish that he had been there to protect you back then? You hope he doesn’t, you hope that this information doesn’t change the way he looks at you. You hope it doesn't eat him alive, the way it eats you alive. 

“I’ll kill him.” Bucky finally speaks, voice gruff. You tilt your head, eyes studying the planes of his face, the way his skin wrinkles as he frowns, his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Many have offered. You’ll have to get in line.” You say with a nervous laugh hoping to break some of the tension. Bucky looks down at you, his hard shell cracking a bit. His angry gaze is softened as he takes you in. It was the kind of expression that unspokenly read ‘I would never hurt you’.

“Are you… okay now though? Like obviously he’s no longer in the picture but shit like that…” He sighs through his nose, concern knitted into his brows. 

“I’m better now, much better. I have a support system, I go to therapy… sometimes I do get upset about things other people don’t. But it doesn’t mean you have to worry about overwhelming me, I’ll tell you if I want to be left alone.” You confess. Bucky wets his bottom lip, nodding at you in understanding. 

“Here.” Bucky mumbles, holding out his arms. You sigh contently as you are bundled into a hug, drinking in Bucky’s scent. You feel warm, and most importantly safe wrapped in his arms, cheek pressed against his chest. You can hear his heartbeat slowly thumping away, you close your eyes listening and breathing in his scent. 

“A lot of things make sense now.” Bucky mumbles into your hair as he slowly rubs your back. You can practically feel the tension of the last few days dissolving from your body.

“Yeah?” You murmur into his chest.

“Just… in the way you act. I noticed small things but, fuck. I can’t even imagine what you went through. And to think Steve and I just put you in your nightmare situation with John…” He trails off with a sigh. 

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop blaming yourself-” You mumble your protest into his chest, trying to pull away to look at him. He just squeezes you into his chest tighter, cutting you off. 

“I know, I know.” Bucky says with a chuckle. It vibrates in your chest momentarily. “You’re one of the strongest people I know, siren. Maybe second to my mother, only because she had to raise me.”

You laugh a little at that, withdrawing from the hug with a soft smile. 

“You’re so corny.” You say with a sleepy smile.

“It’s my speciality, darling.” He replies smoothly, taking your hand in his as you walk back to your apartment. 

*

“You want to do what?” Sharon yells in disbelief. 

Some way, somehow you had convinced your friend group to meet after class in one of the practice rooms. You had spent the last two days catching up with John’s exes and organizing plans with Maria Hill. It had quickly dawned on you the size of the revenge plan you wanted to commit. Maria had done her part - gathering all the witnesses - now you had to pull through with your part. 

Sharon was sitting on one of the couches, Peter and MJ to her side. The three of them were gaping at you like you’d grown a second head. Meanwhile, on the other couch, Clint and Scott were seemingly very excited about the plan you had proposed. The two of them excitedly muttering to each other and making plans. Loki lingered by the door, looking extremely uncomfortable and huffing every few seconds. Lastly, Bucky and Steve stood leaning against the wall opposite Loki, eyeing him up and down between encouraging glances to you as you spoke. 

“Couldn’t something like that… get us expelled?” Peter pipes in, looking a bit pale. 

“Oh, come on Parker! Live a little!” Clint groans at him. 

“Hey, he’s bringing up a valid point!” Sharon growls at Clint, who just responds by sticking out his tongue at her. 

“Why am I even here?” Loki mutters from the side of the room. MJ - who now you think about it, is probably stoned out of her mind (you found her round the back with Scott before dragging them to the practice room) - looks at Loki in confusion. 

“He beat your face in, wouldn’t it be weird if you weren’t here?” MJ asks, moving her hands with dramatic effect. Scott just giggles at that, which sets Clint off into a laughing fit  and leaves Sharon scowling. You didn’t expect Clint was sober at that very moment either. 

“Touché,” Loki mumbles, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“This is not going to work.” Peter whimpers, still pale. He looks like he’s shitting himself with anxiety at just the thought of conspiring to go against the college board. 

“Oh come on Parker, grow a pair. Live a little. You’re not living under mommy’s roof anymore bud, rebel a bit!” Clint crones, leaning over the couch to try and squeeze Peter’s cheeks. MJ swats his hand away. 

You just chew the inside of your cheek, watching the scene unfold. It was a strange dynamic of people present, a mix of Group A and Group B. People who swore they hated each other, long forgotten hookups and still present crushes. Even if it was a strange combination, you trusted all the people in the room. You would’ve invited Sam too, but he was too mixed up with Wanda and Natasha, who you definitely did not trust to keep their mouths shut. 

“Peter’s right.” You start, the room goes silent as they all look at you. “We could get expelled, or suspended. If that makes you uncomfortable, then leave. I won’t hold it against you.”

The room is silent, but no one moves a muscle. You continue speaking.

“Realistically if they tried to expel us we could demand some kind of whistleblowers act since the board is taking bribes. Scott, Clint and Loki will help me with filming the interviews, making the petition and setting up the livestream. When are the rest of you free for practicing? I figured it would be best to start after the assignment on Friday?”

“Most of us are already practicing at the same time for Friday's assignment, why don’t we just organize that same schedule?” Steve offers helpfully. You silently thank yourself for insisting they came to this meeting to back you up. 

“Yeah that could work.” Sharon hums in thought. 

“When is the livestream actually going to be?” Peter pipes in. You chew on your lip with a huff. 

“I don’t know yet, it depends how long it takes to film the interviews, and then edit it… I’m going to have to write up all the documents as well…” You explain, trailing off as you try and conceptualize how long this plan would take.   

“You sure you’re not taking on too much?” Bucky murmurs, the energy in the room shifts a bit. You had noticed how weird everyone was acting around you when Steve or Bucky were around. Or if they came up in conversation. It was like everyone was walking on eggshells, like they knew something you didn’t. It seemed all Bucky needed to do was be kind to you, and the entire room acted like they knew something obvious that you didn’t. 

“It’ll be fine. I just need to know you’re all in, that you all know the risks and aren’t going to back out last second.” You say, dismissing Bucky’s worries. You’d have to talk to him later when the others weren’t watching with their knowing little smiles. 

“Think the only one you gotta worry about is Parker over here…” Clint mumbles which is met with a snicker from Scott and a death glare from Sharon. Peter seemingly had recovered from his previous fear and was looking a lot less pale.

“No, no. I’m down. I’m a feminist and all that.” Peter says with a shy grin. You fight the urge to roll your eyes at him, adorable fucker. Clint and Loki groan loudly at Peter, Scott laughing as he rubs his face as if in pain.

“Jesus.” You sigh, “Okay, okay. No more weird political outbursts. Is everyone in?” You ask, to which you are met with a chorus of agreement much to your relief. 

After a quick discussion of the time and place for the next meeting, the group quickly departed leaving you alone with Bucky and Steve. The two of them had remained fairly quiet the entire hour, you had already run the plan by them the day before. If anything, you had wanted some reassurance that you weren’t undertaking something insane before you pulled the rest of your friends into your revenge plan bullshit. 

“Do you think this is going to go okay?” You ask the two of them nervously. There was a piano in the practice room. You could feel it calling you, the ideas of smashing out some songs to relieve stress sounded appealing.

“Siren. You’ve literally overplanned, you thought of anything and everything that could go wrong. You’re going to be okay.” Bucky says reassuringly, closing the distance between you to hold your face in his hands. You shiver involuntarily at the feeling of his metal fingers brushing against your cheek. 

“I’m never gonna forgive myself if I get us all expelled-” You start, but Bucky cuts you off with a huff. 

“They know the risks, they’ve all agreed. Steve and I have agreed. It’s going to be fine.” He reassures you again. You stare up into his eyes for a moment, almost forgetting that Steve is there in the room with you. You wince as you hear him tapping the keys of the piano off tune. 

“How do you play this thing?” Steve asks with a chuckle. You look over at him with an offended expression. 

“Not like that.” You grumble, walking over to the piano. “Here, I can show you.”

His interruption felt conveniently placed, like he had noticed you eyeing the piano the past hour. You’d mentioned to Bucky before that you played to relieve stress, but you never thought he had taken much notice of your words. You take a seat on the piano stool, leaving some space and motioning for Steve to sit on the other half. He obliges, Bucky watching the both of you with amusement. 

“You press these keys.” You say, leaning into him as you show him the simple repeating tune. It doesn’t sound amazing by itself, more of an annoying repeating pattern. Steve makes a face. 

“Okay? Sorry, darling, but that sounds like shit,” Steve laughs and you kick his shoe with yours. 

“It’s only half the song, dumbass! I play the hard bit. I used to play your bit when I was like, a toddler, you’ll be fine.” You huff, beginning to play your section. Your bit is simple for you, but more complicated than a simple repeating pattern. It had some weight to it’s tune and required you pressing the piano’s pedals. 

“So when do I come in?” Steve asks, hands hesitating over the keys as he watches you work. 

“Now.” You murmur, nudging him with your elbow as you keep playing the melody. Steve begins playing his simple section, repeatedly pressing the same keys over and over to act as the second piece of the puzzle for your section. The two of you sit there for a while, Bucky observantly watching as you successfully play the song together. 

“And it just repeats?” Steve asks after some time, brows furrowed as he listens to the song. 

“Yup. It’s just something they teach kids I guess.” You say with a smile, allowing him to continue playing as long as he wants. You don’t even need to think about pressing your keys, your fingers moving like second nature. Steve is focused hard, making sure to hit the keys in time with you. 

“Huh. You actually taught Steve something. That’s new, half the time he barely had the brain cells to play the guitar-” Bucky starts teasingly only to be cut off by Steve’s death glare. 

“Shut it, Buck.” Steve grumbles, only to be met with a chuckle from Bucky.

“I’m sure I could teach you more. Get a little Beethoven in your system?” You tease Steve with another nudge of your elbow, a smile forming on your lips. Steve just shakes his head, removing his fingers from the keys. 

“No. Nope. No thank you, I’ll stick to the rockstar persona, thank you.” He says, standing to give you space. Bucky laughs at him, throwing an arm over his shoulders. You settle into the center of the seat, letting your fingers skim over the keys as you begin playing Für Elise. 

“Every pianist has to learn Für Elise, it’s like…a pianist rite of passage.” You explain, looking over to the two of them who watch you in awe. It makes you melt a bit, seeing them being so stunned by the simplest of piano songs. You wonder if they felt the same every time you gaped in awe at them. You had seen their solos before, the way they poured so much passion into their work.

“Yeah, maybe Bucky was right. That’s too many keys to press for my brain cells.” Steve jokes, you just shake your head at him and continue playing the song. It felt so peaceful, so removed from the stress you felt just moments before. You weren’t sure if it was the piano or the boys who made you feel that way. Maybe a mixture of both? 

“The assignment is in two days, how are you feeling?” Bucky asks, eyes still watching your fingers moving gracefully along.

“I feel pretty confident,” You say, smiling up at him. “Not as confident as I would with a piano piece, but I suppose I gotta take some risks.”

“That’s good.” Bucky hums, you watch his fingers trace a circle on Steve's shoulder. “I think we’re gonna ace it.”

“Really?” You ask in surprise. If anything their group had downgraded by taking you in. They were Group A, elitest fucking wannabe rockstars. You were some half-experienced vocalist who had never stepped outside the classical sphere before.

“Yeah, of course. With you as a singer? They ain’t gonna know what hit ‘em, Siren.” Bucky says. You laugh nervously at that, turning back to the piano to hide the blush spreading across your cheeks. No fucking pressure then. Bucky’s confidence in you made your heart swell a bit though. 

“Sam was talking about going out for drinks after class on Friday to celebrate. You want to join? I think Clint is throwing another party, so we were gonna use it as a sort of pre-game thing?” Steve asks. You hum in thought for a moment. All their parties seemed to end in disaster for you, one way or another. Being attacked by John or yelled at by Loki. It felt like tempting fate to say yes, but maybe you’d finally have a happy ending.

“Sure, but only if we don’t have a repeat of last weekend. How long did Bucky spend nursing you to sobriety?” You tease to minimize some of your worries. 

“Two hours,” Bucky chimes in with a chuckle. Steve shoves him lightly with an annoyed look

“You guys suck,” He grumbles only to be met with your laughter. 

Chapter 9

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Description: Circa 2013, Thor tries to get Steve involved in an Asgardian party. Instead, Steve finds a nice girl he just wants to protect.  Warnings: Oral (female receiving), loss of virginity, innocence kink, dubious consent, Steve is manipulated, Thor is not a nuanced character in this. Written largely from Steve’s perspective. Overall it is dark-ish. Disclaimer: We’re all friends here. We can acknowledge that virginity is a construct and virgins aren’t any purer than than everyone else, but it’s kinda hot to pretend otherwise.   Word Count: 4811

The water's clean and warm and green. I’m scared of getting in.

‘A true Asgardian celebration.’

That’s what Thor had described this as when he invited Steve to his home the month following Loki’s defeat. In his head, Steve had imagined alcohol, which posed no danger to him, no matter how strong. Prompted by his worst worries of Thor pulling him in to some kind of battle off world, he’d put this visit off for as long as possible, giving him time to prepare an array of excuses should he be asked to get involved in a conflict he has no part in.

He was not prepared for a room full of writhing bodies. People on their knees, their backs; everything on display. The room smells heady with wine and the mass of Asgardians sharing pleasure everywhere. He feels Thor’s hand on his shoulder, urging him towards a woman ready on the floor. Her head tilts back, her lips part invitingly.

Steve hears himself apologise to the woman in front of him. Without another word he’s ducking under Thor’s arm, hurrying out the first door he sees and trying to ignore the thunderous laughter which follows him down a long hallway.

Familiar shame floods through him. He feels the resentment in his chest, tight in his throat.

Must he always going to be the butt of the joke?

Some warning would have been nice, Steve thinks, would’ve declined more politely, if he’d given me half a chance. That poor woman, degrading herself like that for a man who didn’t even want her. His mind stays on that woman. Open and waiting. He wonders how that would have played out if he’d approached her, not that he ever would have. But maybe if he’d just let her-

Earlier, Steve had been shown a room where he’d been told he would be sleeping. When he finds himself back there, he stares at the bed and contemplates the prospect of staying the night. The possibility of Thor trying to pressure him into another rendezvous seems high.

He can’t avoid Thor. Eventually Steve will have to see him if he wants to go home. Steve doesn’t know anyone else, doesn’t have the first idea about how to leave this place on his own. Something about a gateway. Something about a bridge.

Christ, he just has to go. As soon as possible. Even here, when he’s on his own, he feels out of place. He thinks about the apartment he grew up in. It had two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom, but the whole thing was half the size of this single room meant only for sleeping. He doesn’t belong here. It was clear to him before, and it’s clear to him now.

With resignation, Steve takes determined steps towards the door when a woman rounds the corner suddenly. You just miss walking straight into his chest. He watches you reel a little, taking a couple steps back so that you can look him in the eye without craning your neck too much.

You correct yourself quickly. Hands behind your back, a pleasant smile on your pretty face. It dawns on him then that you’re a servant, dressed as the others were; a white linen dress. A sick pantomime of innocence.

“I’ve been sent to ask if there’s anything you need, Captain,”

“No,” he says sharply, feeling a little guilt when you flinch, but not enough to delay himself. “I just want to get out of here.”

“I am afraid it is impossible for you to leave without his permission.”

“Permission?” Steve barks, raising his eyebrows.

“Unfortunately,” you answer, voice shaking a little. “His Royal Highness is still occupied with the celebration. If you want to avoid that it would be best to wait until morning to speak to him.”

The morning? Steve sighs, defeated, and nods in answer.

“I apologise for any offence, Captain. But if you need anything you need only call.” You make to turn and leave, but guilt forces him to keep talking to you.

“I am sorry for being curt, Ma’am. I’m new to all of this. Where I’m from, people aren’t so...open.”

“There is nothing to apologise for, Captain. I have been told that Odinson parties can often be overwhelming.”

That gives him pause; the prospect of a like mind in this place more comforting than he’d like to admit. “You mean, you’ve never...”

“No,” you say quietly, frowning. “Well, not yet. They told me I’m supposed to start soon, actually.”

“You don’t seem too happy about it.”

You pause. Steve watches you trying to read him; trying to work out if he’s trustworthy enough to share your thoughts with. He keeps his face serious, wanting you to know that he means to listen with care. Instead, you tense. “It is an honour to serve any member of the royal household. I’m very lucky to have been gifted my position-”

“Hey, you don’t need to do that with me,” he says, smiling at you, keeping his voice gentle. You’re looking at him like a scared rabbit. Steve feels his heart swell with worry for the girl in front of him, trying to hide your distress. “If you tell me, maybe I can help.”

Suddenly, there are tears in your eyes.

“I don’t know what to do!” You cry, covering your face with your hands.

"Let’s sit,” he says, directing you to the bed in the middle of the room.

Shaking your head and wiping desperately at your wet eyes, you protest. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

When you try to make for the door, Steve grasps you around the shoulders, his determination to understand your distress intensifying. “I said to sit.” He drops down beside you, keeping close in case you try to run off again. “I want to help you. But I can’t that you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

Steve watches your fingers twist into the material of your skirt.

“It’s just that I’ve never done anything with a man.” You look up at him, your bottom lip shaking, eyelashes wet with tears. “I’m scared of the pain.”

“I’m sure Thor wouldn’t hurt you,”

“But he will!” You cry. "That’s what happens, the first time you’re there. They’ll make a game of it. Especially when they realise that no one’s ever touched me.”

“Jesus,” Steve curses, his stomach turning for this innocent girl. Your sobbing begins anew, and he places a comforting hand on your arm, rubbing his thumb along your soft skin. “I could talk to Thor. I could ask him to give you another job.”  

“There’s no allowance for special treatment. We all have our roles, and I have to take part. I can only hope someone gentle will take me first.”

Steve thinks about the room he just came from; the heady smell, the writhing bodies, the chorus of groans. It didn’t sit right with him. Experiencing it again would be torture. But this girl, pure and virtuous; you’re as hesitant as he is, if not more so. He cannot allow you to experience it without protection, without a watchful eye keeping the brutal men you describe from getting anywhere near your untried body.

“I could  make sure that you’re treated respectfully,”

“You would do that?”

“Yes. I won’t lie to you, the thought of going back to that room is not a pleasant one.” He smiles as comfortingly as possible. “But it’s important that you’re kept safe, so I’ll go back anyways.”

You look up at him. Your pretty eyes are sparkling with tears now starting to wane.

“You’re gentle,” you say, thoughtfully, hopefully. Steve sees where you’re headed, and shakes his head, trying to remain kind but firm.

“I said I wouldn’t take part in all that,” he reminds you. “And I meant it."

“You could have me now. Then you wouldn’t even have to go to the party. It wouldn’t have to happen in front of others.”

“I couldn’t, Ma’am. I’m sorry.”

“You mean you don’t want me?”

He swallows. Some deep dark part of him is screaming that he’s being a fool. This girl, he thinks, beautiful and pure. She’s offering herself yet you’re refusing her.

“You’re beautiful. Any man would be very lucky...” He makes a face, unsure how to finish. Any man would be lucky to fuck you, he thinks, feeling heat rising to his cheeks.

“It’s going to happen anyway, Captain,” you answer, your gaze running over him. A look of determination moves across your face. Then you’re moving to sit yourself on his lap, arms around his neck. “If you want me, you can have me.”

Steve almost whimpers with the way his cock is starting to ache. When you shift against him, he finds himself grasping your hips, encouraging you to grind down on his hardening cock.

He closes his eyes. He’ll allow himself just one more second before he stops you. The taste of the words he should say is sour on Steve’s tongue. I can’t. I shouldn’t. Not when you don’t have a real choice.

But your lips are sweet when you touch them to his; your touch gentle, your kiss almost chaste. When Steve looks at you again, your expression is so alluringly innocent, surprised at yourself for having done that. He wonders if you have ever kissed anyone before, his little ingénue.

You moan when you kiss him again, a little more desperate, like you’re getting addicted to the feeling. Steve sighs, bringing a hand up to your cheek. The skin on your face is unbelievably soft under his calloused fingers, and he’s desperate to find out if you’re soft everywhere. 

“I’ll look after you,” he says, giving in finally to what his body has truly wanted since he saw that woman on her knees earlier, since he saw you sitting on his bed. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip. Soft there, too. “I’ll take you gentle, doll. I promise.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, going submissively when he lies you on your back. He looks you over as he rises to his knees, hands greedily stroking your thighs, opening your body up to him.

Steve doesn’t waste time lifting the linen of your dress up to your waist, a pleased hum escaping when he finds you’re wearing nothing under the skirt. Your cunt is bare, already swollen with want. He knows that he wants you soaked. Wants you relaxed and slick before he puts his cock anywhere near you.

He throbs at the thought, tilting your knees up to your chest as he leans down to your sex. Steve breathes in the warmth between your legs, kisses the junction of your thigh softly. He hears you sigh, feels your tense body relaxing into the bed. Your comfort, your trust in him, your submission. It sends tingles down his spine.

Steve will keep you safe. He’ll keep you pleasured. And you know it.

“I need you to hold your legs open for me.” Steve watches you wrap your hands around the back of your knees for him without complaint, without hesitation. “That’s good,” he encourages, bringing his thumb to your clit and rubbing in circles. He kisses your thigh again as you gasp, watches your pussy flutter around nothing. “You ever had anybody touch you here?”

You tuck your chin against your chest and shake your head. “Never.”

“You ever touched your little bud yourself?” You remain quiet, but your head is still. You make eye contact, eyebrows pulling together as he pushes you towards release with the rough pad of his thumb, still moving in circles. Steve groans at the guilty look on your face. His cock is starting to hurt with how much he wants you. “It’s better like this, isn’t it? Better with somebody else?”

“Better with you,” you correct breathlessly. “With you.”

“Show me, then.” Steve teases his fingers over your entrance, gathering slick and bringing it back up to your bud. You mewl, jolting with pleasure when he starts circling your clit again. “Want you to come for me like this, just like this. It’ll get that little cunt ready for me, yeah? We’ll get you so fuckin’ wet. All relaxed, then I can slide right in, alright?”

You nod rapidly, letting your hips roll against his hand while he rubs at you. No breaks, no slowing down. He can feel your clit quiver against his thumb. Steve watches as your body twitches and writhes, gasping. “Captain!”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he says, bringing his thumb to his tongue for a quick taste of you, but it’s not enough.

While you’re still jolting with aftershocks, he leans down between your legs, taking a final breath of your arousal before pressing his lips where his thumb just was, kissing your little clit and earning a shocked cry. Steve groans at the taste; sweet, salt, and woman, letting his tongue lick wide over your sensitive button while his fingers stroke over your entrance. He wants to make you cum again, so fucking bad. “C’mon,” he says, tongue tasting you from your little hole to your clit. He gives your bundle of nerves a series of kisses and licks, feeling the jolt of your thighs around his head, though you settle them back open for him like he told you. “You wanna be good for me, don’t ya, honey?”

You hum in answer, long and loud as he pushes you over the edge with his mouth, sinking his finger into you so he can feel your tightness clasp and seize around him. You’re tight, your lack of experience evident in how you grasp him, but he can feel the wetness he’s pulled from you, how relaxed you are to let him in so simply like this.

He looks up at you from between your legs. Steve watches your chest as you breathe deeply, settling into letting him play inside you, whines giving way to moans. “You want to come for me again?”

“Yes,”

“You’re gonna let me in then, aren’t you?” He asks, rubbing the pads of two fingers around your entrance before he presses both inside. “Gonna take my cock?”

“Yes! Please!”

“Just one more like this, okay? Then we’ll look after both of us.”

He watches your face as you nod again, so acquissant, so willing to do whatever he tells you. He could get used to this; his sweet girl, trusting him so completely, knowing to let him guide you because he’ll always know what’s best for you. Better than you anyway, helpless as you are. Coming in here, begging him to take your virginity. And God, he wants it. Doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anything so bad as to fuck you, to be the first man to take you. He scissors his fingers inside of you at the thought, wanting to get you ready but already knowing he’ll have to hold himself back when he’s inside.

“Captain!” You cry, digging your fingers into your thighs, hips moving for him, against him. He feels the satisfying gush of wetness against his hand and grins.

“Look at that,” he says, rubbing his fingers together to feel your slick, watch the strings of it. When he looks at you again, he half expects you to look ashamed, scandalised, confused. Instead you’re looking at his hands, his arms, his chest, breathing rapidly. When you reach his eyes, your lips open slightly. Your expression mirrors that woman on her knees at Thor’s party. 

Steve growls, grabs your hand and brings it to the top of your thighs, makes you rub your mound roughly, both of you listening to the slick sound of your wetness. “That’s you ready, isn’t it? Fuckin’ soaked for me now.” You nod, watching as he reaches to undo his belt. “Take that dress off. I want to see you when I give you my cock.”

When he finally gets a hand on himself, he almost whines at the relief. He gives his cock long, slick strokes and watches you pull your dress over your head. His eyes languish over the peaks of your chest, the feminine softness of your stomach and thighs. Steve rubs his thumb over the head of his cock, feels the sticky warmth of his cum against the pad of his finger and has a fleeting notion to make you taste it.

When he brings his gaze back to your face, he finds you staring at his cock, eyes moving with the slow pumps of his hand. “Think you can take it all? Take my whole cock in that nice little cunt of yours?”

You shake your head in earnest. Steve feels his body react to the edge of fear in your eyes now, his balls tightening in warning, forcing him to pull his hand away from himself. He has to calm down, has to settle before he gets inside you or he’ll lose his mind the second he does.

Steve sighs through his nose as he touches your thighs, opening your legs up for him again with your knees bent and feet flat on the bed. He kisses your knee gently. “You comfortable, sweetheart?”

You nod, your fingers digging into the sheets.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he tells you, settling himself between your legs and grasping his cock to gently prod at your entrance. “We’re gonna go gentle, alright? Gonna make it good for you. Haven’t I made it good for you so far?”

He feels your entrance give way to the tip of him as you breathe out. “Yes, Captain.”

Steve watches as he presses inside of you, his jaw clenching as his head is enveloped by overwhelming warmth. You’re wet enough that he thinks if he just gave one good thrust, he’d slide right in.

His cock reaches the end of you and you cry out sharply. Your hands come up to his torso, almost trying to push him away, but his cock feels so good nestled inside you good and deep. Steve can’t help himself but grasp you around the wrists and diverts your arms down over your head, holding them there with one hand. He leans over, face to face with you, watching tears pool in your eyes.

“It hurts.”

It hurts because he’s the first man inside you, the first to feel you like this. Steve moans at the desperate clench of your cunt around him. It’s torture not to move now that his cock is surrounded by tight, soft, warmth. He presses his face between your breasts, breathes in the clean scent of you; washed sheets and woman.

He squeezes your hands with his when he pulls his hips back, loosens his grip when he pushes through the resistance of your tight cunt once again. He can hear as well as feel the wetness trying to welcome him inside.

“You hear your cunt around my cock? I know it hurts, but your body wants me,” he tells you, pressing kisses up your neck as his hips start to move more steadily. “You need me.”

He thinks you answer, your response half gasp, but he’s too far gone to comprehend anyway. Steve groans into your neck as he fucks you, long and deep, his only favour to you keeping his strokes slow for now. He can feel your cunt squeezing around him, but he doesn’t care to know if it feels good for you yet. Doesn’t want to think about it when he knows he deserves to keep going even if you are in pain.

When he finally feels your legs moving to wrap around his waist, he risks looking at your sweet face again. He growls at the sight of you, your head thrown back in delight.

“Knew you’d love it,” he says, leaning up to press more kisses to your mouth. “Tell me how it feels.”

“So good. I didn’t know it could feel like this,” you whisper. “Thank you, Captain.”

Steve feels his balls pull tight at your words, his hips moving suddenly with more aggression. The push and pull, the desperate need to move in you suddenly too much for him to care about keeping himself gentle. 

“Again,” he says, teeth together, his lips pressed at the top of your cheek next to your ear. “Say it again.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

“Again,” he groans, his hand digs into your wrists enough that he just knows he’ll leave bruises in his wake. He hopes you’ll feel them throb tomorrow and think about him, crave him again. Steve brings his other hand down between your legs, playing with your clit roughly as you keen.

“Thank you! Thank you, Captain.”

His head feels light when you come, mewling while you clamp down on his cock, your cunt begging him to fill you right. Steve wants you addicted. He wants you to know that no matter who comes after, he’ll always be the one that took you best. 

You’re whimpering when the knot in his stomach snaps and he finally cums inside you, overstimulated and weak, but holding his hips tight with your legs anyway, encouraging him to keep fucking into you until he’s sated. The relief is overwhelming. Steve falls against you, burying his face in your chest again. He lets go of your wrists to wrap his arms around your waist, and your hands go to his hair. You brush through it with your fingers, petting his sweaty forehead lovingly.

Your legs are shaking around him when Steve finally pulls his softened cock free, unable to stop himself from watching your swollen centre dripping with your slick and his cum. He pulls his shirt off his overheated body, fights his trousers from his warm legs. Steve’s exhausted, but when he glances over at you again, lying ruined at his side, his tender cock jolts with interest. He curses the serum for his recovery time, knowing there’s no way he’ll be able to take you again today.

He lets himself fall beside you, sighing. Steve watches your breath even out, the rise and fall of your breasts hypnotising until you turn to look at him, capturing his eyes with your gaze. Suddenly, he’s feeling a touch ashamed. He’d lost control near the end there. His thoughts were too shameful to ever share, but you must have felt the aggression in his movements. The way he’d held you down.

“I didn’t hurt you at all?”

“No,” you breathe. “No, it was wonderful. Thank you, Captain.”

Your breathy voice sends a tingle down his spine, the reminder of what pushed him over the edge. Before he can help it his cock is swollen and pink against his stomach. Steve hums awkwardly, reaching for a pillow to cover himself when you notice. Your hands press against his chest as you sit up.

“You need further relief,” you say, climbing into his lap.

“No- I mean,” he stumbles, his cock throbbing at the thought of having your cunt around him again. “Not if you’re sore. You need to heal, right? I think-”

You breathe a low shhh into his ear, grasping his cock and bringing the red tip to your entrance. “Your seed will soothe me best.”

He watches you on top of him as you ride him, looking for pain in your expression. He finds only satisfaction, and lets himself enjoy the woman sitting on his cock for his pleasure. You don’t come again, physically couldn’t after tipping over the edge so many times already. When he fills you up one more time, you moan low and long, squirming over him like the feeling of his warm seed in your cunt has genuinely soothed the ache he’d left behind.

Afterwards, you settle back into the bed like lovers, a leg thrown over his abdomen, your head resting against his shoulder while he smooths his hand up and down the soft skin of your back. You look demure once more, shy in spite of what just happened. Your gaze shifts from your fingers on his chest to his face, hurrying away again when you find him already staring at you. Steve pauses, the euphoria of having you giving way to the dread of what you will have to go through soon.

Other men.

“I’ll speak to Thor,” he declares assuredly. “I'll tell him to keep you away from the others. That I want you to be mine only.” 

There is something strange in your gaze, then. Pity? Maybe you think it’s impossible, that nothing can save you from your fate. Steve makes to continue, to convince you, but you give a soft shhh. “Don’t speak of it, please? I want to enjoy being with you now.”

“Of course you can,” he rushes, feeling foolish now for shattering the calm that had surrounded you. “Does it...do you feel alright?”

“I feel wonderful, Captain.” you whisper, smiling at him tenderly.

“Steve,” he corrects, finally, feeling he’s enjoyed hearing you call him Captain more than he deserves already. “My name’s Steve Rogers.” You only hum in answer, settling back into his shoulder as if to rest. He realises he wants that, too. He wants to sleep here, holding you in his arms. 

He will speak to Thor tomorrow. He’ll keep his girl protected. “Hey,” he whispers, hoping you aren’t lost to him yet. “What’s your name?”

But you’re silent, already sleeping.

The next morning when you wake up, Steve is pressed tight against your back, his body overwhelmingly warm. The soft sheets, the roughness of his chest hair on your back, it’s heavenly. You think that you would be happy to settle in this very spot, never move for the rest of your life.

But you can’t. The sun is rising outside, calling you to start your day, and you must leave before the Captain wakes up. Gently, carefully, you unwrap his arm from your stomach, shifting out of the bed quietly. You wince as you stand, an unfamiliar throb between your legs which reminds you how fully this man took you. It hurts, but it brings a pleasant feeling from your core upwards. How wonderful to have been taken so thoroughly.

You stare at Steve as you dress yourself. The pleasant path his nose takes from his face, his full bottom lip, those eyelashes fanned out against the top of his cheeks. His soft blonde hair is messy from a deep, satisfying sleep, but maybe also from your time together. Your cheeks heat up.

You’re desperate to kiss him. But you don’t deserve it, not after lying to him the way that you did.  

You’re lucky he hasn’t woken already. You tip toe away from him and out the door of his room. As you walk to your destination, you avoid meeting the gaze of passers by, wondering how many in the palace will already know what transpired between you and Thor’s noble friend from Earth. There’s no shame in what you did with him, it’s as natural as breathing. But you are ashamed to think of how it happened.

When you reach the Prince’s private rooms, you’re led in by a guard who was already expecting you, and you find your Prince enjoying the mouth of another servant. You avert your eyes as he finishes.

He calls you over as the girl stands, clapping his hands in excitement. “How was your time with my friend?”

You nod, the memory sweet despite your deception of Steve. “Pleasing, Your Highness,” 

He roars a pleased laugh, slamming his hands together in a pleased clap that practically shakes the room. “I knew he’d want to feel like he was saving you from my terrible cruelty,” he chuckles. “I’m sure he liked knowing you were untouched too.” 

You don’t reply, hoping he won’t question you any further. You’re not proud of lying to Steve, of telling him that you’d be forced into attending Thor’s celebrations, that he and his comrades would treat you terribly. The reality was that it had always been your choice whether to join in; who you wanted to be with, whether you wanted to be with anyone at all. Even the choice to deceive Steve had been yours to make in the end. 

You’d idolised him from the way Thor had described him when he returned from Earth. Kind, brave, and honourable. And then to see him, as handsome as he is. 

The truth was you wanted him. You wanted him to take you first, and you would have done whatever Thor told you to do if it meant you could have him touch you.

Thor’s voice is calm when he says, “I assume he wasn’t rough with you.”

You think about Steve’s hands holding you down, and you feel the painful throb in your wrists. You’d cried out under him, but his thrusts were unwavering. It only sends heat through your core. 

“Not at all, Your Highness.”

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