I Cant Laugh At Mens Jokes Anymore If It Means Being Killed In A Dark Empty Parking Lot I Might As Well

i cant laugh at mens jokes anymore if it means being killed in a dark empty parking lot i might as well let it happen

All I Want-part 1

Summary- Professor! Steve Rogers sees a lot of potential in a new student. One that he would like to explore, but professional and societal expectations have ways of keeping us from what we want.

Warnings- This is a grey story. It’s not dark but it’s not exactly fluffy romance either. There will be some D/s relationship dynamics. There will be explicit smut in future chapters. This is as close to a slow burn as I have ever gotten. Some angst but (spoiler) a happy ending. This chapter is pretty much all set up for what’s to come.

Word Count- 3k

Author’s Note- I think this will be 2-3 parts-ish. There is a certain movie I’ve been watching on repeat and I want to see if y’all can recognize which one heavily influenced this story. Lol. Let me know if you like it and if you want more. This isn’t canon compliant…kind of canon adjacent. 

Your feet hit the pavement in a steady pattern, a little splash accenting every few steps from the rain that had fallen overnight. You glanced at the silver watch on your wrist and quickened your pace. Although the private university was small and you only had a block or two to walk, you still found yourself having difficulty making it in the time you had allotted. It would not do to be late to class on the first day.

A hurried “thank you” rushed from your lips to the boy who held the door open for you. You broke into a jog, hugging your messenger bag to your hip, to keep it from bouncing and bruising you. You reached the door of your classroom with one minute to spare.

Entering the classroom, every head turned towards you. Your heart stopped. Apparently, being on time was not going to be good enough.

“Nice of you to join us. Take a seat,” the professor said, disdain dripping from his lips.

Spotting your roommate, you moved to take the seat in the back row next to her so you could die of shame appropriately. At least she had saved you a place. Thank goodness for small mercies.

“No.” The deep voice stopped you. “Front and center.”

You saw the empty desk in the front row. It might as well have been a gallows. Staring at the floor, you felt the heat spreading across your face, the few feet to the desk felt like miles. If only you would suddenly appear naked, you would at least know this humiliation was a dream.

But no, your clothes stayed stubbornly put. This wasn’t a dream. You glanced up to see the blue eyes of Steve Rogers bearing down on you, brows furrowed as he moved from behind his desk. He looked so different in a pressed white shirt and black slacks. Much less a superhero without the stars and stripes but so much more than a mortal. And now the most beautiful man you had ever seen was glaring at you. This was a living nightmare.

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