#This doesn’t help at all w the fact that this fuckin trailer shakes for a while sometimes

[goldenlol]

my brothers girlfriends mom started talking about how they probably have sex in the house while we are there and I have never been so revolted in my life

#This doesn’t help at all w the fact that this fuckin trailer shakes for a while sometimes #I’m going to fucking cry

[makbarnes]

Hey I was wondering if I could request a one shot. It mentions some heavy topics so I would like to apologize in advance in case it bothers you.

Loki x reader where they’re newly budding friends and he finds out that she has never really indulged in sex due to trauma from being sexually assaulted when she was younger. Knowing that she trusts him, he offers to sleep with her to help her overcome her fear and she accepts it. Can the smut be slow and passionate and include soft dom Loki, with a romantic ending?

Change of Plans! I discussed changing the character for her request! This is for @yeeetmyasss Steve X Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Warning there is a little cut scene where it flashes back to the reader's past but doesn't describe anything. BTW this really got away from me! I enjoyed writing this so much!

PROMPT: Steve x reader where they’re newly budding friends and he finds out that she has never really indulged in sex due to trauma from being sexually assaulted when she was younger. Knowing that she trusts him, he offers to sleep with her to help her overcome her fear and she accepts it. Can the smut be slow and passionate and include soft dom Steve, with a romantic ending

WORD COUNT: Over 4K

You carefully slipped on your jacket in hopes it would cover enough of your skin for you to be comfortable. Your hair helped cover your neck and yet you still felt exposed. You felt the cold air on your legs and you could feel the tears brimming your eyes. You held back your tears as you grabbed your things and headed for the elevator in the Tower. You smiled to push the feelings down as you walked, Waving at Sam and Bucky you headed straight for the kitchen to grab a sip of water before leaving. As you leaned against the counter your fingers gripped the marble and you couldn’t help but sink into your thoughts. Your eyes flashed a deep blue as your memories took over.

Night after Night, You dreaded the night. It happens every night and you keep trying to prevent it. Hiding, acting like you were asleep, even faking sick, nothing stopped him. You had moved in with a close member of your family after your parents had divorced and the state concluded it was unfit to live with any of them. Every night was the same thing, he’d come in sometime after he had a few drinks, you could always smell it on his breath. Knob Creek Bourbon Even to this day that certain kind just sent shivers down your spine. You never wear your hair up to sleep anymore, It would give him access to more skin at night. You always tried to wear thick clothing and you still do every night when you sleep. It started off small, a grope or a kiss that lasted a bit too long, then it came to him covering your mouth, forcing himself onto you. You cried each time and you were thankful for the night you didn’t have to see him. You lost count over the years, You just felt numb...The night of your thirteenth birthday you fought back, ran off and found yourself running into HYDRA. After the years of abuse and silence you agreed to their experiments that ended up giving you powers, HYDRA set you loose after they searched your mind and found the trauma. They released you and you set forth to kill your trauma at the source. You started with your parents then your uncle. He laughed in your face as you choked him with your powers, He fell limp and you set the trailer on fire in hopes it would burn the memories as well. After that night you had turned yourself into the Avengers and they added you to the team.

“Angel?” Steve held himself back from touching you knowing what happened last time he did. He heard your sniffles and decided to lean against the counter next to you. Your knuckles were tight and you felt locked in your fears. “{Y/N}? Hey, it’s Steve, I’m right here. It’s okay.” You gasped as your mind came back to you and saw Steve standing next to you with worried eyes.

“Sorry.”

“Nothin’ to be sorry for.” You gave him a quaint smile before turning away and trying to clean your face of tears. “You goin somewhere?”

“I have a date.”

“A-a Date?! Oh...w-with who?” Steve stumbled over his words as he mentally cursed himself for his reaction.

“Don’t act so surprised, Old Man. I can pull a guy.”

“I know you can, Angel. Just surprised.”

“Don’t go gettin’ jealous on me now.” You nudged his shoulder as you sent him a wink and took your phone from your small bag. “I’m texting you my location. Just to be safe.”

“Or you could just not go. Stay with me and watch a movie.” Steve suggested quietly and you held the blush away from your cheeks. You kissed Steve’s cheek bye as you texted the boy you were supposed to meet. Steve had felt jealous as you walked away. He loved you and wanted you so badly but you never acted that way towards him. He thought he was like a brother in your mind so he pushed it down and took what he could get. Just your presence calmed him. He had started calling you when he had a nightmare or trouble sleeping and waited for you to invite him to your room to talk. The first time he snuck up on you while you were sleeping he instantly regretted it when you slammed him into the wall. Steve understood and didn’t as when you had reacted that way, some people liked their privacy. Unknowingly to him you liked him just as much as he did you. The touching was rare but when it did happen it was enveloping. The late night cuddles when you each had fallen asleep as you watched a movie, relaxing against each other after hard missions full of fighting. Everything about the man made you feel safe.

Your breath hitched when you spotted your date at the bar. You were never against drinking, you were just scared around men who couldn’t hold their alcohol. That was an issue you never had to worry about with Steve. Each time you talked with someone they had blown their chances before you even set a date with them. You were partially grateful for that fact, you were just waiting for Steve to ask you out. You hoped for it, you even dreamt about it most nights. You pushed Steve to the back of your mind as you plastered a bright smile over your face and approached your date.

“Hey Brandon?”

“Hey! God you are hotter than your pictures.”

“Uhm, thanks. Did you wanna grab a table?”

“I’d rather sit here at the bar, if that’s okay.”

“Perfectly fine.” You slid into the empty seat next to him and ordered a club soda. Something to just take the edge off but to keep you lucid incase. You noticed Brandon’s eyes roaming over your body and you felt a bit exposed as he did. “So, How was your day?”

“Boring, I’m hoping to spice it up tonight.” He reached his hand for your thigh and you quickly moved it away from his reach. You cleared your throat and hoped he would turn off the douchebag side of him. Brandon downed the rest of his drink and you rolled your eyes as his actions.

“What do you like to do?"

“Fuckin’ pretty ladies. Wanna get out of here?”

“Ugh! Yea, I'm leaving." You slammed your glass down as you stood and started to walk out of the restaurant.

“Woah! Where are you goin’?!” Brandon jerked his hand out to grab your wrist and pull you back to your seat. You stumbled but thankfully caught yourself against your chair.

“I’m going home! Let go of me!”

“No, I think you are gonna sit here and make this worth my time.”

“No the fuck I won’t” You slung his hand off of your wrist and slapped him hard across the face.

“You dumb bitch!”

“You fucking douchebag.” You easily left the restaurant and hailed a taxi to take you back to the Tower. You brushed away the few tears you had and held off your panic attack until you knew you were safe. You slammed the taxi door and stomped into the building. Tapping your foot in anger the elevator seemed to take forever, you prayed for the main room to be empty and for everyone to be doing their own things on a Friday Night. You grabbed your phone and deleted the dating app you had set up. All the guys in there just wanted one thing. You wanted to build a relationship not just fuck and leave. You tucked your phone away and groaned while the elevator opened. You kicked off your heels and ignored everyone in the main room as you went to your room. You quickly changed out of your uncomfortable dress and slipped on your joggers with one of Steve’s sweatshirts. You smiled as his scent covered you and felt safe again. You tucked your knees into your chest as you sat on your bed. Your mind ran over your thoughts and you compelled your thumb to hover over his contact in your phone. Steve would always be there.

Your breath quickened and tears started streaking down your face. You held your knees tightly and tucked your nose against the collar of Steve’s shirt. He knew you had it, He had given it to you after a night full of PTSD terrors and bloodshot eyes because you were too scared to fall asleep. You ran your finger through your hair and you pulled, trying to keep yourself grounded. Your eyes panned to the door. If you could make it a few feet. Steve was right across the hall. Just a few steps. You willed yourself to stand but felt your legs shaking, breaking out to a full sob you reached for your small clutch and pressed the green call button next to his already open contact. You just stayed silent, your sniffles echoing back from the rings as you waited for him to answer.

“Hey! Are you okay? Do I need to pick you up?” Steve’s protective tone shined through the phone and you held your mouth open to speak but it just came out as a whimper. “I need you to tell me where you are.”

“I-I…”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y locate {Y/F/N}.”

“{Y/F/N} is in her room, Captain.” The only thing you could hear were heavy footsteps echoing over the phone and you kept pushing the tears away with the sleeves of his sweater. You jerked when you heard a knock and tried to speak.

“It’s Steve, I’m coming in okay?” You nodded silently, knowing he couldn’t see you. You needed him. The only touch you ever welcomed was Steve. As he easily opened the door you sat balled on the floor with your face covered with tears. “Angel. What happened?” You shook your head no repeatedly as he sat beside you on the floor. “You don’t have to talk about it. It’s okay.” Without warning you climbed into his lap and snuggled against his broad chest. His hand rubbed up your spine while you stained his shirt with tears. Your shoulders began trembling while his warmth enveloped you, Steve pressed his lips against your head and let you cling onto him.

“Why can’t all guys be like you?” You looked up at him with tears filled eyes and sniffled.

“I’m Captain America sweets. Nobody is like me.” Steve’s thumb gently wiped away your tears. “What happened?”

“Just a douchebag only wanting sex and no relationship.”

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing then.” Steve ran his fingers over your hair as both of your movements grew still. You felt a pit of nervousness growing when your panic settled and you realized you were in his lap. Clearing your throat as you stood up Steve followed quickly and offered his hand out to you. “Since you’re home, wanna watch a movie with me now?” His bright smile was hard to say no to but you wanted to stay in your room. Your eyes darted between his hand and your bed while you tried to decide. “Wait here.” Steve rushed out of your room as you sat on your bed.

He quickly came back with four movie cases and his bowl full of popcorn with two boxes of your favorite candy. “Movie night in your room then. Need me to get anything else?”

“How did you get my candy so fast?”

“I have a secret stash in my room for you. For nights like this.”

“You are going to have to show me this stash.” You blushed as he climbed into your bed next to you. Tucking yourself against the wall the first movie started and Steve kept his distance. He placed the popcorn bowl between the both of you while he sat relaxed against your headboard. You tucked your feet under the blanket as your fingers pinched at your candy pieces. Steve tried to keep his attention to the move but kept finding himself watching you with a small smile on your face and your eyes glistening against the bright colors from the screen. You noticed his staring and set down your candy. Moving the bowl onto his lap you inched closer and laid directly next to him.

“Now stop staring.”

“I wasn’t”

“You were. I saw you.”

“Prove it.” Steve smirked as he took a few pieces of popcorn. You both stayed silent for a moment and you felt yourself messing with the sleeve on his sweater.

“Thank you Steve.”

“For what?”

“Cheering me up. You always know what to do.”

“How can I not? You're my girl. No thanks needed.”

“I’m not your girl Steve. I’m your best friend.”

“What if you were my girl?” Steve locked eyes with you as a blush creeped onto your face.

“W-what?”

“What if you were my girl, Angel?”

“Steve, you don’t want me as yours, too much shit to deal with.”

“That’s not true {Y/N}, I’ve always wanted you to be mine. Why do you think I never go on the dates Nat sets up? I’m always checking on you, I’m always worried about you. But you never seemed to want that so I just never pushed, but I’m tired of you going on dates and coming back hurt because they just want that one thing. I don’t want this to ruin our friendship but I want you, I’ve always wanted you since you joined.” Steve reached out to brush the hair away from your face but you jerked away from him. “Hey, I’m sorry Angel. I’ll just go okay? Don’t worry about it…” Steve’s voice dropped in sadness as he quickly ran into his room with a slam of his door. You still sat shocked on your bed at what he just said.

“Steve Rogers, Captain America wants you...You?! A trauma filled, scared of sex, timid girl like you?! And you sat there silent, let him think you crushed his dreams! Maybe he’s confused, Maybe he doesn’t want you. Just a thing to be conquered. No, it’s Steve. He would never. Shit I’m still wearing his shirt. God what did I do?”

You knocked yourself out of the trance and moved after Steve. You chewed your lip as you knocked on his door and your breath hitched when it opened.

“Who is - oh. Hi.”

“Can I come in?” Steve opened his door wider for you to slip inside and you stood there awkwardly as he shut the door again. “Look {Y/N} I’m sorry. I just can’t take it anymore. It’s fine if you just see me as a friend and we can stay that way.” His eyes pleaded with you.

“Steve.”

“Please {Y/N} Please just forget what I said.”

“Steve.”

“God I’m so stupid.”

“STEVE! Let me talk. I-I like you too. I always have, it's just I have an issue with my feelings.”

“What?”

“I love you Steve. You are my best friend and can always cheer me up. You even have a stash with my favorite candy. How can I not love you?” Steve closed the distance between you two and held your hands in his large ones.

“Can I? Uhm. Can I kiss you?” You smiled while you leaned your head up to feel his soft gentle lips against your own. You wanted to melt but kept your walls up, Steve cradled your head as he pulled back and smiled. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” He huffed out a heavy breath and you felt a lump in your throat, you had to tell him before it got too far.

“Can I talk to you about something?”

“Whatever you want, Angel. Sit down.” You sucked in a heavy breath as you sat down on Steve’s bed and played with his fingers that laid in your lap. “Before this gets too far. You uhm, you need to know that while I am not totally against it, I am terrified of having sex. It’s nothing against you. It's just. I, uhm, didn’t have the best childhood and I was...abused...a lot.” You held your tears away, not wanting to cry anymore tonight.

“Angel, I don’t care about that.”

“Of course you do. Everyone does! Even I do. But I just really need to trust someone and they have to understand that I just can’t.”

“If it makes you feel any better I haven’t had sex in over seventy years.” “Yea but if the time came you could do it better than me.”

“What if I uhm I help?”

“What?”

“Have you ever had someone make love to you? Not just fuck?”

“Language Captain.”

“I’m serious. Do you trust me?” You nodded your head as Steve drew himself closer to you until he was almost sitting on your lap. “Can you lay down for me?”

“Okay.”

“I want you to tell me to stop if you need me to okay?”

“Okay.” Your breath hitched as Steve moved to lay next to you and turned you on your side to face him. His hand laid over your shoulder while he slowly guided your lips to his own. Your lips intertwined and you felt his hand trail under his sweater to glide over your skin. He pulled your body against his own before coming back up to cup your face. Steve teased your mouth with his tongue and you opened for him to taste you. A stifled moan flowed into Steve’s mouth from your own while he guided your hands to flow under his shirt. You pulled back to catch your breath while you pushed your fingers over his abs and bit your lip with every curve of his skin.

“You are so beautiful baby.” Steve’s eyes moved over your body before he took his shirt off and you pulled him hungrily to your lips. “Can we take this off?” He fiddled with the bottom of his sweater that covered you. You nodded while he slowly slipped it off of your body. “You okay?”

“Yes. Kiss me more.” Steve obeyed while he gently rubbed your skin and guided your hand up to the bottom of his hairline. Steve’s hand held your hip slightly and you felt his hard member press against you. Your breath hitched and he pulled back away from you checking your face. “I’m okay. Sorry.”

“C’mere.” He pulled you against him and let your nails play over his back while he peppered kisses over your jawline. His nose tickled against your skin, his mouth was hot and welcoming while he toyed with your skin. “So sweet.”

“More please Steve.” Your legs wrapped around his waist while he sucked a mark to the top of your breast. “Shit.”

“Like that Angel?”

“Mhm..” Your nose was tucked against his hair while his lips moved down your body and he paused when he reached your pants. “{Y/N}, Can I take these off?”

“Yours too?” Steve stood up and removed his sweats before pulling your own down softly with a kiss over every inch of exposed skin that followed. You could see him in his boxers and pushed down the gulp in your throat. You let out a shaky breath and hoped Steve didn’t notice.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I promise.”

“I don’t believe you.” Steve grabbed his blanket and laid down next to you resting the situation. He covered your bodies with the blanket and scooted you against him. “What’s wrong?”

“Just nervous, please don’t stop.” Steve moved your leg to hook over his waist and pushed your back to grind over him. “Just look right at me baby.” He gave you a small peck while he reached around and unhooked your bra. Steve sucked in a tight breath as your chest was revealed and his hand toyed with one of your breasts.

“Feels good.” He licked his lips before trailing his tongue down to circle over your nipple having your back arch against him. He teased the other with a pinch and you rolled to your back. Opening your legs wider Steve held his hips tightly against you with small ruts while he had his fun on your chest. You gripped one of his wrists and moved it down to play over your underwear. Moaning at his touch you arched into him and let your eyes roll back into your head. Steve rolled his tongue down your stomach and pressed a few kisses against your hip while he pressed his fingers against your clothed clit.

“I’m gonna take these off okay?” “Please. Yes.” Your voice was at a pleasurable sigh and Steve loved how you looked to him in this moment. He trailed his tongue down to your slit and massaged your legs to open again.

“God, You’re dripping Angel. This all for me?”

“Only you Steve.” He let an guttural growl loose from his throat while he dipped his tongue through your folds. “Oh! Yes!”

“Taste so sweet Darling.” His tongue cleaned up your slick before he teased your opening with his tongue. His thumb came up to rub small circles on your clit as he began to fuck your hole gently. Steve pulled down one of your hands to play in his hair while the other was linked with his free one at your side. You pushed your hips up against his face to earn more pleasure and Steve let you control his movements. Your moans filled his room and you only wanted more. Steve switched his fingers with his tongue and you gasped as they curled inside of you. Steve pressed kisses against your thighs while he looked up to watch your breasts rising and falling with your pleasure. You gripped his hand tighter with every rise of pleasure, Steve was your only thought and you gripped for him. He adjusted his thumb to take his tongue’s place on your clit as he rose up to rest his forehead onto your own. “Feel good Angel?” “So good. Oh god! Right there. Don’t stop.” Steve tucked your face against his shoulder while he focused his hand and felt your walls tense over his fingers. Steve hovered over you a bit as he cleaned you off of his fingers and your pupils blew as you watched him. You urged your hips towards him and felt a pit open in your stomach with that little laugh he did. Steve kissed you harder this time while he guided your hands to link around his neck, you gasped against his chest as he coated himself in your finish before slowly pushing into you. The sting was coated with pleasure once he filled you to the hilt of him and stayed there for you to adjust to him. Your nails gripped into his skin and his hand held your thigh in place while he balanced himself over you with his arm next to your head. He watched your eyes close and kissed you forcefully with his ruts.

“Look at me baby.” You moved your chin down for your eyes to lock with his crystal blue ones and your breath left your body. “I love you so much, god you are so beautiful.” The coil tightened with every word he spoke. “God I’m so lucky. Such an Angel.” You pulled his chest flush against your own and tucked your face into his neck. Your thighs trembled a bit when you felt his teeth sink into your neck and suck.

“Fuck Steve. Feels so good. So close.”

“I know baby. Just let it happen, Don’t worry about me.”

“Faster. Please.”

“Sure?”

“Mhm, Please.” Your lips pressed against his clavicle and you gripped his shoulders as he picked up his pace, your eyes flitted up to him and he was chasing his own release now. He grunted quietly with every thrust and your legs felt weak as he did so. Your orgasm had ripped through you but kept rising with Steve’s thrusts. Your legs twitched when Steve’s fingers found your clit again and began working them in time. He hovered over your face and pulled your lips to his as he stopped his thrusts and filled you with his finish while his fingers kept pushing you over your limit. You gasped against the sheets as a gush of your finish coated his abs and he watched you with wide eyes.

“Oh my god, Did I!?” “That’s my new favorite thing about you Angel.” Steve quickly moved to grab a rag and cleaned his abs before slowly wiping over you and grabbing a clean pair of underwear for you.

“How many of my things do you have Steve?”

“Everything my Angel needs.” He kissed your forehead as he climbed in his bed with you and you tucked your nose against him. “Are you mine forever now?”

“Forever.”

[d3lighl4]

You made me curious last night. How do you think Michael and Lester met?

OH MY GOD I TOTALLY FORGOT ABT THAT POST LMAO

I think that Lester and Michael knew of each other growing up, like they grew up in the same town but different side of the tracks. Michael canonically grew up in a trailer park and I think that Lester probably lived outside the park but in a tiny suburban house w/ his mom and dad. But Lester has been chronically ill his whole life and him and Michael went to the same schools and were in the same grade but never actually met. Michael remembered seeing Lester in his wheelchair sitting at the edge of the playground probably playing rubix cube with his buddies like a DORK.

But the way they actually met was that High School was absolute hell for Lester. I mean people would torment him endlessly, especially the football players. Michael joined the football team in freshmen year because he needed something to keep him out of the house and away from his shitbag dad but he didn’t have anything against Lester. that being said, Michael was a kid, and he wanted to be liked, so he’d doodle dicks on Lester’s locker or purposely bump into his wheelchair. But it was suppose to just be all fun right? I mean none of that really mattered, right?

Fast forward about a year, Michael has detention during lunch where he has to clean the locker rooms. He shows up ready to work and he finds Lester just sitting on the ground crying and yelling at Michael to go away. And Michael is just ?? because he doesn’t get what the fuck is happening? So he asks him where’s 1.) His wheelchair/cane 2.) where’s your fucking clothes kid. And then he see’s that someone threw Lester’s clothes in the showers and they were sopping wet and his wheelchair was off to the side of the room. And its like, Michael is a dick, but he’s not a monster. He goes to his locker and takes his clothes out and gives them Lester to change into. When he’s done Michael helps him back into his chair but Lester is angry crying again because he doesn’t know why people pick on him and Michael feels like shit because like it or not he didn’t exactly do anything to prevent this by bullying Lester too. So Michael grabs his shoulders and says, “You’re gonna cry? Cry. You cry it all out, and then I’m wheeling you out of here and you aren’t gonna cry in front of those dicks. They dont deserve to see you like that. You point out who did it to me, you tell me who did it, and I’ll make them cry” and Lester just laughs because he see’s right through Michael Townley the Sophomore’s macho man facade but Michael doesn’t care.

After he wheels him out they go to the lunch room and find the jocks sitting around their table talking. They’re laughing at Lester wearing Michael’s clothes and How’d you like the showers Crest? and Michael is shaking a little because he’s still a young blood and christ these guys are seniors but Lester didn’t deserve any of the hell he’s gotten the past two years and he’s too deep in it now to run. “If they kill me, will you wash those clothes and give ‘em back to my mom?” are his last words before Lester points out the two who ganged up on him, and Michael just pounces on them.

Long story short, Michael got the shit beaten out of him, but he also dislocated Jason Morrick’s shoulder and made Riley Williams cry in front of the entire lunch room. Michael gets two weeks suspension, but Lester brings him his homework everyday. They start hanging out after that, usually after Michael’s football practice or when detention ends. Lester helps Michael with his homework and they watch action movies on Lester’s dad’s big TV and Lester’s mom packs Michael lunches. They become best pals after that and stick together, and no one fucks with Townley’s friends because he fucked up two seniors when he was a Sophomore. Further, once Michael becomes quarterback people definitely dont fuck with Lester who has an honorary seat at the Jock’s lunch table. In fact, people are sort of falling all over themselves to be Lester’s friend because Michael never shuts the fuck up about the kid because they’re best buddies and “Believe it or not, Crest packs a fuckin’ punch guys. I say we look into finding a way to get him on the field” (it never happens, Lester has asthma and would rather die than be apart of fucking football of all things)

Also a fun tidbit: Whenever Lester is in the hospital, Michael always visits and will skip school to make visiting hours. Lester by the same coin is the only person who visits Michael when he gets sent to prison even though its a three hour drive and Michael is always bitter. 

#THIS GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY #Movies r lies there are no jocks or nerds or whatever just a bunch of depressed teenagers #but i think that at least for Michael in his 80's fantasy mind there was a clear system #anyway they are best friends forever and Lester is pissed when Michael asks Trevor to be his best man and not him #but to make it up to him he names Jimmy after him at least his middle name #lester #mikey #gta #asks #mikeys-left-tit