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The phrase "I'm over today" doesn't even begin to describe how you feel. 

Nothing has gone right since the moment you woke up. Your alarm didn't go off, you forgot to transfer your clothes to the dryer so they were still wet this morning, and to top it all off your computer crashed at work. 

Tears of frustration slide down your cheeks and onto your shirt as you contemplated going to your parent's house instead of your boyfriend's. Chris was so good to you, almost too good, and you didn't want to burden him with your bad mood. 

A faint tap on the glass brings you back to reality and your opportunity to not ruin your boyfriend's day slips through your fingers. 

"Sweetheart?"

The sleeve of your sweater wipes your cheeks before you reach over and roll down your window. "I'm sorry." You're not even sure what you're apologizing for, but it feels necessary.

Chris frowns, concern evident in his eyes as he opens the door so he can be closer to you. He kneels on one knee and gingerly cradles your face in his big hands. 

"Honey, why are you sorry? What's the matter?" 

Fresh tears threaten to spill over your waterline as you gently shake your head. Chris patiently looks at you, his thumbs catch the ones that do fall and it makes the dam inside you break. 

Sobs rack your body as he envelopes you in his arms. 

"Shh, it's okay… I got you. You're okay. You're safe, baby." 

He holds you like that, running his fingers through your hair until your cries are reduced to small hiccups. You pull away just enough to allow yourself the room to look at him. His eyes still show concern, but there are also other emotions in them like love and tenderness that are reserved only for you. 

Chris kisses your lips softly and grabs your purse in his free hand, "come on, sweet girl. Let's go inside where it's warm." 

He doesn't let go of you until you're sat down on the living room couch. Dodger immediately comes to greet you, and the way he nudges your hand with his nose makes you want to cry all over again. 

"I'm going to go make you a snack and grab your favorite pillow and blanket, okay?" 

You nod and bury your face in Dodger's fur as he settles in your lap. He smells like Chris, like home, and it's enough to provide you the comfort you need until your boyfriend returns. 

By the time he's done, Chris has transformed his whole living room. The lights are dimmed, your favorite show on Netflix is queued up, there's a bowl of popcorn and a glass of your favorite drink on the table in front of you, and he's turned his couch into a makeshift bed. 

He reaches down and tucks a lost strand of your hair behind your ear, "can I get you anything else, pretty girl?" 

"Just you." Your voice is still shaky, but at least you're not crying anymore. 

Chris doesn't hesitate. He maneuvers you so you're both laying down, your back pressed against his chest while Dodger lays at your feet. His fingers brush your bare arm while he uses his other hand to push play on the remote. 

You're not paying attention to the show, but the low sound of it in the background is still comforting. 

"Do you wanna talk about it?" 

His question hangs in the air, but it doesn't make you feel pressured. It has quite the opposite effect, making your feelings feel valid before you've even told him what's wrong. 

"Just a lot of little things." You sigh, "today was just a bad day, you know? Everything felt like it was against me. I missed my alarm this morning, I'm dumb and didn't transfer my clothes from the washer to the dryer, so they were wet, and my work computer hates me. I got nothing done today at the office because it crashed and I'm pretty sure my boss hates me now too. I just wish I could start today over so I could stay home and spend it with you."

You lay your head on his chest and play with the chain of his necklace. The sound of his steady heartbeat keeps you grounded as the two of you just breathe together for a moment.

"I'm sorry you had a rough day sweetheart. I want you to know that not only are you amazing, beautiful, and talented, but you're also not dumb. Forgetting to switch your laundry is something we've all done. We're human, baby. It happens. And as far as your boss goes… I'm sure he doesn't hate you. You're a dependable, loyal employee and I'm sure if you explain what happened he'll understand."

You sniffle and nuzzle deeper into his embrace. "Can we just stay like this?"

"Sweet girl, we can do whatever you need to feel better. I'll cancel all of my interviews tomorrow too so we can have a lazy day indoors. How does that sound?" 

You gaze up at him and smile. It's the first time today that you've done that and it only makes it wider.

"It sounds amazing, baby. I love you so much." 

Chris kisses you sweetly, "I love you too, honey. You're my best girl, you know that?"

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It was Jane's bright idea to use their small town's local fair to promote their recently opened bookstore. Free publicity and a nice summer day spent having fun, what could possibly go wrong?

Darcy. Darcy is what could possibly go wrong. It seems that Darcy's life has become a tangled mess...

And it could all come to a head?

It's her fledging relationship with her mysterious neighbor, Bucky... and the homecoming of her childhood sweetheart, Steve who came back with a foster daughter in tow--that makes her realize life has woven a complicated web for her to navigate.

Erin Holloway had been the girlfriend of Lloyd Hansen, and when she found out he died, she spent about two weeks home alone stuffing her face with ice cream. She wasn’t the type of girl to eat sweets after a heartbreak, but she had at least given it a try. When the ice cream didn’t make her feel better, she decided to throw herself into work. 

Erin Holloway made money the same way Lloyd had, torturing and getting information from people. And just like Lloyd, Erin enjoyed her work. 

Erin removed her bloody apron and gloves, then looked at the man in front of her. “You won’t last much longer.” She grabbed her tools and headed upstairs. 

After cleaning everything she headed to her shower; once she was in she sat down and pulled her knees to her chest and cried. It was easy for her when she tortured someone, she was focused on getting information, but when she was alone memories of Lloyd flooded her mind. 

She had just gotten out of the shower when her phone rang. “Hello?” She answered.

“Is he talking already?” It was her boss, Draven. 

She mentally kicked herself, she had forgotten to call him before her shower. “Not yet, and he can’t handle much more.”

“Then, finish him. I’ll bring you someone else, unless of course you’re ready to work here again.”

“Honestly, Draven, I think I like doing it at home.” It was the place she had spent her nights with Lloyd, and she felt closer to him when she was there. 

“Fine, I’ll send Mya and James to drop off the new one and pick up the old one.”

“Fine.”

After getting dressed she grabbed her favorite knife and headed down to the basement. She grabbed the man’s chin and lifted it up, her blade pressed to his throat.

“Any last words?”

“Yeah.” The man sputtered. “When they find you, they will kill you.” The man grinned right as she sliced his throat. It was a messy way to kill someone, but she enjoyed the blood. It was her favorite part of torturing. 

She had just gotten re-cleaned up when she heard the shooting outside. She grabbed her gun and went outside by the back way, she quietly headed towards the front of the house. Her friend and coworker Mya was crouched behind a car, James’s body laid lifeless in her front yard. 

Mya spotted her and waved, signaling her to go over to her. She hurried, ducking down with Mya. “What’s going on?”

“Apparently the new prisoner had a tracking device.” Mya groaned.

“Lovely, and I’m guessing no one thought to check him for it. How many are there?”

“If I had to guess, I would say at least ten.” She checked her gun. “And I have two bullets left.”

“I have plenty, do you think you can make it inside? There’s more ammo in the top drawer in the kitchen, the closest to the hallway.”

“Okay, cover me.”

Erin nodded and lifted up just enough to get a good aim, she signaled Mya to go. Right as Mya headed to the back, a man started shooting, Erin smirked as she pulled the trigger, hitting the man right between the eyes.

She was down to one bullet when she started wondering where Mya was. “Fucking great.” She crawled from the car towards the back, she was almost to her door when she felt searing a pain in the back of her leg. She turned her body just enough to look, a knife was just below the back of her knee.

About two feet from her was a man. “Looks like it’s our time to torture you.” He had a heavy Russian accent. 

She quickly pulled the knife out and rolled all the way over, pointing her gun at him. He kicked it out of her hand right as she went to pull the trigger. 

He stared at her and pulled her up by her hair. “Nice try Agent Holloway, it’s a shame your boyfriend died, we would have loved to capture him as well.”

He tied a rope around her wrists and ankles, then tossed her in a car. “Search the house for Dimitri.” 

She laughed. “Was that his name? He’s dead, I enjoyed slitting his throat and letting his warm blood go everywhere.”

The man growled and bashed her head to the back glass, causing her to go unconscious.

When she came back to her senses, she was in a mostly dark room, her hands tied to a pole above her head. Looking around she made sure she was alone before she tried to escape. She quit trying when she was certain the only thing she was getting was rope burns. “At least I will see you soon, Lloyd.” 

The sound of a door opening caused her to look up, it was the man that had caught her. “Hearing about your reputation I was expecting you to be free by now.” 

She ignored him, putting her focus back on the ground.

The man lifted her chin. “You are pretty, maybe instead of torture I’ll please you.” He grinned, his free hand moving down her body. 

She kicked him, causing him to back up. “The only man that has successfully pleased me is dead.” 

“I knew not to untie your legs.” He stepped closer again, gripping her by her throat. “Kick me again and you lose a leg.” He forced a kiss on her, she pulled away and headed butted him.

“You suck at kissing, let me guess you finish in thirty seconds, too?”

He spit out blood, then grabbed her by her hair, pulling out a knife and gently sliding it across her cheek, just enough to make her bleed. She could feel the blood trickling down after. “Now, will you behave?”

“After that? Not a chance. Do you even know how to do this, big boy? Do you need help?”

The man growled and shoved the blade in the side of her stomach. “How about I just kill you?” 

She smirked. “I don’t think you can.”

He clenched his fist and pulled the knife out, he had both hands on the handle above his head, ready to stab her again when there was a shot. He fell on her and she instantly wiggled her body, making him fall off her, looking up to see who saved her, half expecting Mya.

Lloyd Hansen stood in the doorway, smirking at her. “Miss me, princess?”

“You’re dead.”

“Did you see me die?” He stepped closer to her.

“N-no.”

“I assure you, I’m very much alive.” He pressed his finger to his lips. “But shh.”

“Why am I grieving for someone who isn’t even dead?”

“Because you love me.” He chuckled and cut her free.

He caught her as she fell, and getting her balance back, she hit and shoved him away. “You asshole, I cried for you!” She pressed a hand to her wound.

“I know, I’ve been watching you.”

Erin glared at him, she bent down and grabbed the gun off the dead guy and pointed it at Lloyd. “You want to run that by me again?” 

Lloyd grinned. “I couldn’t tell you I was alive.” 

“Oh? But you can now?”

“No, but I wasn’t about to let my princess die.”

“Screw you, Lloyd!”

He pulled her to him and kissed her. “Gladly, but maybe after you're safe.” He rubbed the cut on her cheek. “If anyone is going to mess up that pretty skin of yours, it’s going to be me.” 

Erin smiled and lowered the gun. “Then let’s go before I change my mind about killing you.”

“You won’t kill me, you love me too much.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She made sure there were plenty of bullets in the gun. “How many?”

“I left you three.”

“And Mya?”

“Dead. Sorry”

Erin shrugged. “It happens, now let’s go make them pay.”

When they made it out she followed Lloyd to his car.

“We can’t go home.”

“I know princess, don’t worry, I know a place.”

“Is it where you’ve been hiding?”

“Yes.”

She looked out the window. “How have you been watching me?”

“It was my house, I had cameras.”

She scoffed. “Why not come and get me? Why did you let me go through that?”

“If you disappeared right after my death, then someone could have figured out I was still alive. And for the time being, I need to be ‘dead’”

“I’m sure you could have found some way to tell me.”

“Dammit, Erin, I needed you to believe I was dead!”

“Okay, fine. Whatever.”

When they got inside, Erin spotted the many t.v. 's, and all the videos of the house she had been staying in, one particular screen catching her eye.

She pulled her gun out and pointed it at Lloyd. “You had one in the shower?” 

He licked his lips and smirked. “You know, it really turns me on when you threaten my life.”

“Lloyd, I’m not playing. Why? Why have one in there?”

“So I could see all of you, princess, I do have… needs.” 

She got closer, pressing the gun to his heart. “I cried for you, and you what? Jerked off to it?”

Lloyd chuckled and grabbed the gun, keeping it where she had it. He leaned down and kissed her. “You have two options, kill me or move the gun so I can fuck you.”

She tossed the gun aside and kicked him right in his junk. “You’re not getting me back that easily.” 

When she turned to walk away, Lloyd pulled her back by her hair. “If you wanted to play, you could have just asked.” He shoved her down, standing over her and rolling her to face him, knife in hand.

“I don’t want to play, I just want to be left alone.”

Lloyd held the knife to his lips as he thought. “No, I haven’t gotten to touch you in months.”

“That’s your own fault.” Erin grabbed her own knife and stabbed his leg, pushing herself away from him

He pulled her back by her legs and ripped open her shirt, tossing his knife down and rubbing the dry blood on her side. “At least let me patch you up before it starts bleeding again.”

“I can do it myself.”

Lloyd grabbed a handful of her hair and kissed her, tugging when she bit his lip. He growled. “Okay, princess.” He got up and grabbed some bandages. “I’m sorry I wasn’t dead.”

Erin threw her hands up. “I’m glad you’re alive, okay? I’m pissed you didn’t tell me, pissed you watched me cry for you.” She stopped fighting him and let him patch up the wound. 

When he was done he kissed her, one hand going to one of her breasts and the other going down to her pants. She let out a moan when his fingers went in her. 

Lloyd pulled away from the kiss. “I knew you missed me.” 

“I never said I didn’t.”

He smirked and moved his hand from her pants causing her to give a soft groan. “Why are you groaning? You didn’t want me, remember?” Lloyd smirked again.

When he started to get off her, she pulled him back down. “Lloyd.”

“What?”

She bit her bottom lip. “Daddy?”

“Yes, princess?”

“Fuck me.”

He grinned. “Gladly.” He kissed her, and moved down her body, removing her pants and underwear. He then headed back up her body, stopping at her chest. He slid two fingers inside her as his other hand gripped one of her breasts, his mouth covering the other. 

She relaxed under his touch, a moan escaping as his fingers moved. 

Lloyd moved his mouth from her breast to the other one, inserting another finger as he did. 

“Fuck, Daddy.” Erin moaned. “I need you.”

He took his fingers out and stood, removing his clothes. Erin sat up and watched as he grabbed his cock and stroked himself. “Show me just how much you want me, princess.”

She got on her knees, her hand replacing his. She looked up at him as she put her mouth on his cock. He instantly stuck both of his hands in her hair while she sucked, her tongue twirling around. 

“That’s a good girl, come on princess I know you can do better.” He pulled her hair, and she moaned as she sucked harder. 

When she got him to moan, he pulled her off and shoved her to the floor. “Now remember, if you want me to really fuck you, then don’t cum just yet.” He grinned, gripping her thighs. The moment his tongue touched her insides she moaned. 

She clenched her fist, her head leaning back as she moaned more.

“Daddy.”

She bit her bottom lip, trying not to release.

“Daddy, please.”

She let out a loud moan as her toes started to curl.

“Daddy! I can’t-” 

He lifted his head up. “Don’t cum, not yet, princess.” He moved up, kissing her, his fingers taking the place of his tongue. She moaned into the kiss. 

Her hands wrapped around his shoulders. “Daddy, please.” She begged. 

He licked his lips. “I’ll give you what you want, but don’t cum until I tell you.” 

“Yes, daddy.” She nodded, then bit her lip as she waited. 

His free hand gripped her throat as he moved his fingers, ramming inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he rammed in her again. His grip on her throat tightened. “Not yet.” He growled as he got faster. 

She scratched down his back as she moaned, leaving a trail of blood. He bent down and kissed her, biting her bottom lip as he broke the kiss, and he loosened his grip on her throat to listen to her moans. 

“Daddy, please!” She screamed. 

When the team became “The Avengers”, you decided it was better to stay out of the field but still, being able to help them with guidance and resources when they were out there fighting. Even though you were a lot better with Intel, Steve missed you on the field, so now and then, you go with the team, just to please Steve, because you love him and you couldn’t go against his wishes.

One time after a mission, Steve invited you to have a drink to celebrate the recovery of very important and sensitive information from Hydra. "Just as colleagues" Steve mentioned when he invited you, because Shield had set some rules for their agents and the Avengers, and you couldn’t afford other agents gossiping about you two. And of course, one of those rules was no dating.

The “no dating with coworkers” rule didn’t bother you much because it can be awkward and uncomfortable, but still, people would gossip and you needed to be careful.

Even though there were rules, people thought Steve and you were already a couple for the way you were with the other and you had some kind of agreement with shield for the dating part. People would get surprised when you explained that you only were very good friends and that you enjoyed each other's company.

Steve texted you asking for a meeting. It was weird because he never made that kind of request and it seemed to be urgent but if it was important it should’ve come via email. “I'll be there in 10. Did something happen?” You answered back.

Ten minutes later, you met him in the briefing room. He was alone with some files spread on the table.

-Is everything alright? Did something happen? 

-I just wanted to see you — he said with a grin and you flushed

-Really Steve? I have work to do

-Relax sweetheart, come here — he said and side hugged you

-Enough PDA you two — nick fury interrupted

-Morning sir

-I’ve asked Mr. Rogers to call you because we need your assistance

-Okay — you said unsure

-We have to go on a small and quick mission to get some Intel — you nodded

-Go get ready because you are leaving in fifteen minutes

-Wait, what?

-Is rather urgent, so I advise you to hurry

-Yes sir

-I’ll brief you in the jet

You left the briefing room and went directly to your desk to get your go-bag. It was exciting to be back on mission with just Steve but it was scary because it was urgent and seemed serious.

Forty-five minutes later, you were with Steve in a small cabin in the middle of the woods. Both of you were hurt, Hydra ambushed you and you barely made it outside. You had to cut off any type of communication to the outside world and stay low until everything was safer again.

The cabin was rather small but looked cozy. Steve and you went to the room to changed into more comfortable clothes and check how serious were the injuries you both had. When you opened the door, the coldness and darkness of the room was the first thing that hit you, you turned on the light and that’s when the second thing hit you. One bed in the middle of the room.

-This is gonna be fun — you said and smiled

-What? -Steve asked — Oh — he noticed

-We can share, don’t worry. I don’t bite — you said playfully

After checking each other’s injuries, Steve went to shower first since his body was more bruised and had more blood scattered in his clothes. While he showered, you took out your clothes and changed yourself. It wasn’t an easy task, you’d hit your back pretty bad and it hurt so bad when you tried to move your shoulders, probably something was going on inside your body, but right now, it wasn’t the moment to worry about it.

Steve got out of the shower and threw his bag over the bed. 

-Bathroom is all yours. I’m gonna get a little fire started and look for something to eat

-Okay, I’ll be down in five minutes — you said and Steve kissed your forehead before leaving

He had these little manners toward you that made your heart fluttered. You could understand why everyone thought you two were together.

You gave yourself a quick shower and put on the other clothes you had in your bag. It didn’t help that it was freezing cold inside the cabin, but it was the only thing you had. You threw your bag on the bed next to Steve’s and that’s where you saw it, he had a hoodie. An old Disney anniversary hoodie from the ‘40s. It looked very cozy and you were cold. What could he think of you? You took it and you put it on, his perfume embracing your body and feeling instant heat. God, you loved that man. It was difficult to put it on, wincing in the process, luckily your injuries weren’t that serious as they seemed but your body was sore. You went back to the main part of the cabin where Steve was. 

-Hey — you called when you entered the room

-Hey, I’ve found this — he stopped talking when he saw you wearing his hoodie — Stealing my clothes?

-I was cold and it was calling my name — you said embracing him from the side

-Luckily it looks better on you — he said and kissed you

He caught you by surprise by you responded to the kiss immediately. Clearly, he didn’t mean to kiss you, but you decided to look up and, well, he kissed you.

-I’m sorry. I didn’t…

-It’s okay, Steve — you said and kissed him again

This time, the kiss felt different, he wanted to make you feel loved, cared for, safe and you were over the moon. It might not happen as you expected, but it was even better. It was perfect.

-This is so wrong — he said breaking the kiss

-And yet, is what makes it more exciting. Though I’m blaming you if we get caught — Steve chuckled

The rest of the night, Steve and you kept talking about your feelings and make a plan on how to work your relationship outside of Shield until he could convince Fury of changing the rules. He also promised to take you on a proper date once you both came back home. 

-Fine by me — he said kissing you again

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He might look young but he still was that young boy from the ‘40s.

“Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now” Thor exclaimed, looking at his surroundings with a smile on his face. You had no idea how he could be so happy or chipper but somehow the God of Thunder still could make light of any situation.

“Are you out of your mind, Thor? We have no idea where we are!” In all of your haste and worrying, you hadn’t noticed Thor’s new haircut or the fact that he was naked from the waist up until he had grabbed a hold of your arms and made you look his way to bring you back down from your minor panic attack. “What happened to your hair? I mean, I like it but-”

Thor scoffed, giving a little chuckle. “An old man cut it off but someone clearly styled yours. It looks Asgardian. It looks beautiful.” He was tempted to run his fingers through it but knew that if he lay a finger on your freshly braided hair he would be on the other end of the blade that you had hidden under your dress. But his flattery was almost enough to get you to fall in love with him even more. Almost. So close, but you were still in a place where you had no idea what could happen next.

“Thank you for flirting and telling me I am beautiful. I love you for that but I still have no idea where we are. And I’m not comfortable in new places.” Your hands trembled as you ran them over your face, trying to hide it from him.

“I believe we’re in Asgard, my love. You have nothing to fear, dear one.”

“But this isn’t Asgard, it doesn’t look like the Asgard that I know.” You were puzzled, the Asgard you knew was lavish castles, parties on every street corner, clear skies during the day and practically seeing the other realms at night.

“Asgard is not a place. I learned that it is a state of mind, it’s the people and the people will receive all the protection they deserve. In the new Asgard.”

“Why do I not know about this? It’s like something bad happened, Thor, has something bad happened?” You were confused at his enthusiasm before but Asgard not being Asgard just didn’t make sense.

There was a struggle in Thor’s mind. He didn’t want to tell you all the things that had happened whilst you were back in Midgard, while you thought you were back in Midgard. He had to start there, though, he had to tell you that you had been injured. You were knocked into a coma like sleep and couldn’t be woken, not before what had happened with Ragnarok, not before the fight with Thanos. Asgard had burned down. But at least you were safe.

Thanos snapped his fingers and killed off half of the population. Thor rushed back to your pod, all but two of the Asgardians that were taking care of you had disappeared. But you were safe and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The relief wouldn’t last long, Thanos was still out there. Thor and the Avengers - what was left of them - had to do something to stop him but that couldn’t involve you. He didn’t even want to think about telling you but he knew he had to. So he did.

He didn’t know whether he would see you again but he would risk it all if he could save Midgard, hell, he’d have to tell you so he could save the entire universe.

Thor had shook you to your core, you had no idea that you were even in a coma, you had no idea how much you had missed or that you had nearly died on three separate occasions. But with what he had told you, you had to let him go, you had to let him save the world, even if you lost him, even if he lost you.

“I don’t wanna lose you when I just got you back.” The tears push through against your will, you don’t want to cry especially when you realise that Thor had been through so much already, and you had just missed all of the things that Thor had so devastatingly experienced. It wouldn’t be fair to make him stay with you when you knew that he wanted to make things right, when he wanted to save the world. “I know you have to go.”

“I will return, my love. I give you my word.” Thor’s hand surrounds your cheek, pulling you close before resting his head against yours. “Nothing will stop me from returning to you.”

“Can you promise me something?” He nods in response, a little hesitation when he does so. “Can you stay with me until I fall asleep? You know how I am at goodbyes.”

“I promise. Follow me.” He says after a moment of peace and serenity. “Gather your blankets, love. We have one more night together, I want us to watch the sunset so when I return, when hope returns we can be blessed with the rising of another dawn.”

You do as he says but you are reminded that you don’t know your surroundings just yet so he helps you in grabbing one of the thickest ones that the both of you own and bring it with you as you follow him to a garden on a hill.

“So, one more sunset?”

“One more sunset, my love. Until I return.”

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Damn that man. Professor Rogers. Steve Rogers. He flashes you a bright smile as you nervously shift in your seat. 

You cross your legs and try to pretend you’re not having daydreams of your professor and his perfect cock. “Miss Y/L/N.”

“Page 385, Lesson 12,” you reply, praying that you remember the page right. If not, he’ll bend you over his desk and punish you for not listening to his lecture.

“Very good, Miss Y/N,” Professor Rogers points out. “As always. You’re such a good student…and a good girl.”

“I-“ dropping your eyes to your notebook you swallow thickly and pray none of the other students heard his last comment.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he puts on a big show as he walks toward his table. All tall and bulky he makes an impressive sight.

He puts on his glasses. The ones he doesn’t need. Steve Rogers just wants to act like he’s a normal guy.

But when he almost fucks you through a wall, he proves that he’s more than an average forty-plus guy lusting over one of his students. Steve Rogers is still the man saving the world more than once and a super-soldier. 

“Professor, can we talk after classes,” one of the new girls in your course asks. “Please.”

“Sorry, Miss—“ Steve furrows his brows as he can’t remember her name. “What was your name again?”

“Sandi, with an I, not Y,” you dip your head to watch her lean back in her chair to push her tits out. You chuckle and turn your attention back toward the notes you took last time.

If not, Steve will find a way to punish you. And you are not in the mood for a bruised ass and no orgasm again.

Once in a while, you love to be a bad girl and to get some well-deserved punishment. Just not this week. You want to be good this time to make sure he goes easy on you and your still tender ass.

“Right, Miss Y/L/N,” your head snaps up the moment you hear his voice. Steve narrows his eyes as you got lost in thoughts once again. “Do you want me to repeat the question for you?”

“I’m sorry, I was looking over my notes about the Roman Empire and didn’t hear your question, Sir.”

You watch his Adam’s apple bobble when you use the title. “Well, at least you were engrossed in the topic, not some fashion magazine. You are forgiven.”

He smirks as you release a shuddery breath. “Thank you, professor.” Steve doesn’t seem to be mad.

“Anytime, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Why not? Every other girl would gladly join me at that party,” you roll your eyes as one of the frat boys tried to talk you into going to a party with him.

“I told you; I got a boyfriend at home.”

The annoying guy doesn’t need to know your boyfriend is your professor and the former Captain America.

“What he doesn’t know…” he grins, offering you a good time and more. “You don’t want me to tell everyone you’re an uptight bitch, right?”

“Fuck you,” you storm off, muttering under your breath. “No one gives a shit about your opinion.”

“I bet she’s boring in the sheets, bro. Let’s forget about her,” one of the other frat boys pats the guy’s shoulder. “We will find some other bitch for you.”

“Do we have a problem here?” Steve cocks his head to look down at the guy hitting on you. He was hiding behind a corner to jump in if needed. “What did you just say about Miss Y/L/N? How did you call her?”

“Virgins, you know,” the guy dares to snicker. “I bet she will mewl like a cat in heat when she gets fucked. Needy bitch.”

It takes everything in Steve not to break that grinning frat boy’s neck. He balls his hands into fists and takes a deep breath.

“Maybe she only needs a real man. Someone not treating her like a piece of meat. A man who knows how to fuck. I bet, you’d learn a thing or two listening to an experienced man, not a boy who creams his pants the moment he sees boobs...”

Steve storms off. If not, he’ll gladly kill the boys for daring to even lay eyes on you…

The moment Steve sent you a message, demanding that you wear a naughty schoolgirl uniform and no panties you knew, someone fucked up big time.

You just didn’t know it wasn’t you but the guy hitting on you.

Now he has one arm wrapped around your chest, hand gripping your left upper arm tightly. He sinks his teeth into your neck to mark your body all over again.

“Who do you belong to, doll?” you whine at Steve’s words. You’re too out of it to even answer. “I asked you a question and I expect you to answer it.”

“Y-you,” you squeak. “I’m yours…only yours.”

“Fuck, this cunt.”

Steve moves his hand to your neck to force you to crane it. He grins as you look up at him with glassy eyes. “Say it.”

“Your cock feels so good, Captain,” you’re out of breath. Steve is fucking you hard from behind, never missing a beat as you struggle to even keep your body upright. “I love it so much.”

“Of course, you do, doll,” he lowers his head to kiss you greedily, lips and tongue dominating your mouth. 

“Steve…please…”

“Not yet,” he growls against your lips while his hips mercilessly snap into your ass. “I’m gonna ruin this cunt first.”

“It’s yours…only yours,” you babble and whine. “Please…Sir…” You’ll do anything to get your high. “I love it when you fuck me.”

“Fuck,” your body goes slack as Steve slaps one hand between your legs to shove two fingers inside your cunt to join his cock. “Fuck…Stevie…Captain…Sir…professor…”

“That’s it. You can cum now, baby doll. Come for me and take all of my spunk,” Steve growls when his warmth fills you. “You’re so good for me. Always so tight and warm.”

You tremble against him. It’s all too much. “Please…I can’t…”

“Shh…I’ve got you baby doll,” Steve immediately wraps his arms around you. “I’ll carry you into the bathroom and we will have a warm bath. Just let me lock the door first…”

“Yes, Captain…”

Steve kisses your temple and mumbles soft words as he pulls out of you. “I’ve got you...baby...I love you.”

“I love you too, Steve.”

“But…” you whine. “I’m wearing a matching one. Look,” you drop the sweater to reveal you are wearing the same ugly Christmas sweater. 

Ransom steps closer. He lowers himself to glance at your chest and to get a better look at the sweater. A huge snowman is on the sweater, he’s wearing a blue hat, and a red scarf and its nose is glowing.

“Wait, that thing is blinking,” Ransom chuckles. “Baby, no way you’ll get me to wear it.”

“Fine. No matching sweaters for Christmas then,” you crouch down to pick up the sweater you bought for Ransom up. “I’ll wear mine to your grandfather’s Christmas party. You cannot stop me.”

“You want to wear it at the party?” he gasps. Usually, you would wear a dress making him lose control. 

“It doesn’t matter what I’ll be wearing, Ransom. Your family will find a reason to nag about my outfit,” you shrug. “This year I’ll give a shit about their opinion and will be wearing what I want.”

“An ugly Christmas sweater.”

“Yes, an ugly Christmas sweater and a pair of jeans,” you press the sweater to your chest. “If you want to wear a boring suit and your favorite scarf again, go ahead…”

“Baby?” Ransom softly says. He heard you cry in the showers and is worried about you once again. He knocks at the bathroom door, giving you time. “Can I come in?”

“O-kay,” you sniffle as he silently opens the door. “I didn’t want to worry you. It’s just…”

“I know,” he closes the distance between the two of you with three long strides. Ransom kicks his shoes off before he steps under the spray to wrap you in his arms. 

“I would be seven months pregnant now. My belly would be heavily swollen,” you hide your face in Ransom’s chest, crying even harder. “I wanted to feel them kick.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he chokes out a sob. He presses a soft kiss on your temple. “It wasn’t your fault, you know that.”

“Why do I feel guilty then? I wanted to go to the party. It’s my fault I slipped and—” your voice cracks. “I lost our baby.”

“No-no,” he assures you. “Don’t go there, baby girl. You heard what the doctor said. They said it would’ve happened either way. It’s not your fault.”

You silently cry for a while. Ransom just holds you. He gives you time to calm.

“Your clothes are wet,” you huff against Ransom when you finally stopped crying. “Maybe we should leave the shower.”

“We will stay as long as you want to, Y/N. I don’t care about wet clothes, or anything else. Only you. I only care about you.”

“I know. Can we go to the bedroom and just…cuddle? I don’t want to let go of you.”

“I’ll take good care of you, Y/N,” Ransom helps you get out of the showers. He wraps you into a fluffy towel, ignoring his soaked clothes. 

He walks you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, helps you lie down, and covers you with a warm blanket before he strips his wet clothes off.

“Give me a minute. I’ll be right there for you…”

Sometimes it frightens you that Ransom only cares for you. He often says he’ll burn the world for you – and you believe him.

You just wish he’ll care for himself a little more. 

After you experienced the miscarriage he stayed up all night to take care of you. He didn’t sleep, eat, or even shower. All Ransom had in mind was to make sure you know he’s there and that you’ll always have him by your side.

“How do you feel?” Ransom softly asks. “Baby girl?”

“Better. I’m sorry for worrying you. It’s just…Christmas is close, and I got a little nostalgic,” you sniff. 

“You have all the right to get nostalgic. If you need me, I’ll be there, Y/N. Always,” he holds you a little tighter tonight. “I’ll be wearing the sweater for you too. I’m sorry for being an insensitive asshole.”

“You’re not an asshole,” you run your hand over his chest to calm Ransom. “I get that you didn’t want to wear the ugly sweater.”

“It’s a crime against fashion but I’ll wear it, baby girl,” he chuckles. “We will look so good in matching clothes at my grandfather’s party. We will rock it.”

Part 2: Sweater Weather