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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 2 years ago

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New Year’s Eve

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader ft. The Avengers, Doctor Strange, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes (all platonic)

Warnings: None.

Description: It’s December 31. You’ve just returned from a mission. Tony wants to throw a New Years Eve party. And Steve just wants to speak to you for a few minutes.

A/n: Wishing each of you an early Happy New Year! I hope 2023 is filled with happiness and love. Here’s to another year of little stories and imagination running wild x

There was a lot of noise coming from below. You would have been bothered if you hadn’t already been up awake still jumpy from the mission in Wakanda.

The thumps and bumps drew your curiosity and you set off on a journey to see what was happening. Two floors down, you ran into a series of strangers in the tower wearing guest passes. As they walked by, you noticed your favourite spy-turned-Avenger leaning against the kitchen bench.

“What’s with the good looking people at 8am?” You asked.

Natasha was quietly watching Tony sign some documents out on the helipad and sipped on her favourite morning juice.

“Didn’t you hear? Tony wants to have a lavish New Years Eve party tonight.”

A few of the stronger workers were lifting crates marked with ‘warning: explosive’ according to Tony’s instruction.

“And here come the fireworks. Hold this,” Natasha passed you her drink. “I need to move the quinjet before that goes up in flames too.”

You had questions but she left your side before you could voice them. The fridge door closed and Thor walked over with a tub of yogurt in his hands.

“I never understand you mortals. You can court chaos and yet create such beautiful ‘sky fire’.” He said bumping your shoulder. “A party this evening is exciting, is it not?”

“It would be if he hadn’t sprung this out of nowhere.”

Thor looked away from the workers and frowned at you. “Nowhere? Did you not receive the message two days ago on the small voicebox?” The God of Thunder recognised your blank expression and explained himself. “The phone?”

You reached into your back pocket and pulled out your handheld device. Tapping a few button, you realised that the battery had fallen flat. “Crap. It must have run out while I was away.” You realised.

Thor leaned over and touched the screen, sending a small electric current into the device and bringing it back to life. As the screen loaded, you gave a grateful sigh. “You’re like a walking source of energy.”

There were several pings of missed texts and calls that floated to the top of the screen.

29 December 10:50am - 1 missed call from Hawkeye.

29 December 10:56am - (Hawkeye) Text over your room’s access code. I need to hide the Asgardian mead.

29 December 1:21pm - 1 missed call from Thaddeus Ross.

29 December 2:56pm - (Hawkeye) Don’t ignore me.

29 December 2:58pm - (Hawkeye) Your phone’s dead, isn’t it?

30 December 7:22am - 1 missed call from Pepper P.

30 December 10:53am - (Steve) I’ve moved your mission debrief to after the party. Hope you’re keeping safe.

30 December 12:36pm - 2 missed calls from The Raft.

Dismissing them for now, you tapped a few icons to replay the voicemail left by Tony.

“Avengers - it’s time to celebrate the end of the year with flair. I’m hosting a New Years Eve party in two nights at the tower. Food, friends and fireworks. Invitations are going out right now so come dressed to dazzle.”

“What do you suppose he means by ‘dress to dazzle’? Perhaps, Jane will know. I’ve invited her to join us if she’s not too busy. Barton mentioned a tradition of kissing someone at midnight. Hopefully Jane finds me worthy.” Thor hoped.

You groaned internally. The dreaded pressure of kissing someone at midnight was something you never enjoyed. It felt too dramatic for your taste.

“Will you be bringing someone?” The God of Thunder wondered.

Patting his arm, you stepped away. “I’m going for a walk so less people ask me that question.”

Leaving him to watch the workers and enjoy his breakfast, you crossed the room to the elevator. You descended to the lobby where more people wandered about. While walking, you hadn’t noticed the foot of a marble statute poking out of place and accidentally kicked it.

Caught off guard, you cursed while hopping to nurse the temporary pain. Turning around, you found yourself nose-to-box when a hand grabbed yours, pulling you to the side.

“Whoa, easy there.” Steve laughed as he held your arm so you wouldn’t hit the stack of boxes.

“Sorry, I was just - why did we take the statue down?” You asked, looking back at the sculpture.

“Tony wants there to be more space for the crowd to mingle.” Steve replied.

“This party is just getting more elaborate by the second.” You sighed. “If I had known it was tonight, I might have stayed in Wakanda for a few more days.”

“Come on, you don’t mean that.”

You didn’t really wish to be away from home on New Years if you could help it.

“No, I don’t.” Placing your hands on your hips, you exhaled a thought. “I had hoped today would be a day of rest. Not party prepping.”

“Actually speaking of the party, if you’re not taking any-”

“Here he is! Just the man I was after.” Tony called out as he appeared from behind the super soldier having taken the stairs. He approached and patted Steve’s shoulder. “I need your help upstairs.” Tony then looked at you.

“And I need your help with the last remaining invitations. FRIDAY hit a small glitch during the send so I’ve texted you the names that were missed.”

Steve glanced at his friend. “Sure thing Tony but I was just-”

“You’ll have plenty of time later. Come on, Cap.”

With Steve on a task with Tony, you looked at your phone screen to read the message he left on your phone.

Stephen Strange, Wong, Peter and May, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes.

The latter two were easy to reach since you were always in touch. You could extend their invites on your way to Bleeker Street.

Wrapping up for the cold weather outside, you caught a cab to the Sanctum Sanctorum. As you were driven, you tried to give Sam a call but reached his voicemail.

“Hi, this is Sam Wilson. I’m not available but leave a message…”

“What are you doing?”

“Recording an outgoing voicemail so people leave a message when I can’t take their call.”

“That’s weird.”

The banter between Sam and Bucky was so enjoyable that you almost forgot to hang up when the tone beeped. You’d try again a little later in the day.

With the traffic being a little heavier, your ride was slow so you went through a few missed calls and called back the time sensitive ones. After the third, you slipped your phone back into your pocket when you noticed that the cab had slowed to a stop. Paying the driver, you stepped out and pulled your coat a little tighter before walking up the stairs.

Knocking twice, you paused on the third when you heard a crash behind the door. Then the wooden panel creaked open and you were pulled inside and landed on a platform that wasn’t part of the usual foyer.

“Y/n! It’s so nice you see you.” Wong welcomed from somewhere above where he stood on a large rock as he wrangled against a large beast.

You waved at him when suddenly the ground you were standing on trembled. At the end of it was a second beast set on fire.

What the hell had you walked into?

It charged towards you until a magical leash fastened around its neck and pulled it away before you were swallowed. Following the thread, you saw the man you were after.

“Is now a bad time?” You called out.

Stephen rolled his eyes. “Does anything about this seem normal to you?”

Looking around, it was hard to answer because the last few times you visited, there was another perilous disaster occurring within the walls.

“Actually, this is a bit of a habit.” You admitted. Stephen sighed and accepted the reply. “I came to invite you to the New Years Eve party tonight. At the tower, if you survive this.”

Stephen grappled with the reigns of his creature as it grew in strength. Wong leapt into the air, opened a portal beneath the feet of his own beast and let it fall through with a growl. He then made his way over to you.

“What time is the party?” He asked.

Stephen groaned. You ignored the sorcerer and addressed his friend. “At seven.”

Wong nodded, happy with the invitation. “I’ll be there.”

You looked up at Stephen. “And you?”

Doctor Strange sighed and cast a hand in your direction with a circling motion. “I think you still have a few more guests to invite.”

That’s when you realised that there was no floor beneath your feet and you fell through a hole only to land on a soft couch.

“Oh my god!” Aunt May cried out as a bowl of popcorn flew into the air.

Peter jumped out from the kitchen brandishing wooden spoons poised for attack. “What? What?”

You cleared out the stray kernels from your hair. “I really hate it when he does that. Oh, hi you two!”

Aunt May calmed her erratic heart and lowered the volume on the television. “Y/n, as much as I enjoy having you over, why don’t you try the door next time?”

You apologised for the suddenness and the mess as you gathered the bowl. Peter set the spoons down and walked over.

“Is something wrong? Does Mr Stark need my help?” He wondered quickly filled with so much hope.

Chuckling, you helped clean up the ruined movie snack from the floor. “Not quite. Actually we’re having a party at the tower tonight and would love for you both to be there if you’re free.”

“A party? With the Avengers?” Peter’s eyes widened, mouth grinning while trying to contain his excitement.

May cleared her throat. “Will Happy be there?”

Her interest in the body guard had not gone unnoticed particularly since Happy always asked you about her. “Oh he’ll be there.” You smirked.

May looked at Peter and then pretended that she wasn’t too excited. “We’ll let you know.”

Thanking them both and apologising once more for the earlier incident, you left their apartment.

Four down, two to go you thought to yourself. There was a buzz from your pocket so you fished out your phone. There was a text message from Clint. Opening it, you read:

Emergency. Pick up blueberries.

Frowning, you texted back while audibly speaking the message. “What happened to the batch I bought?”

Three dots graced the screen and then…

I ate them.

You glanced at the time and knew that the ingredients at the cocktail bar hadn’t been prepared yet. Tony always requested the caterers to do it an hour or so before the event. Luckily there was a good market close to the tower from which you could purchase the fresh produce.

As you walked to the subway and rounded a corner, you managed to get Sam on the line. It would be a great way to let him know of the event. The call was picked up with a familiar bright voice.

“Well if it isn’t my favourite Avenger.” Sam answered.

“Don’t let Cap hear you say that.” You laughed with a small head shake. “Are you home?”

“No, actually I’m visiting a family friend. What’s up?”

“That’s okay. I called for two reasons. Firstly, I found some intel on Zemo’s prison cell. Had to check in a few favours there. And second-”

“There’s a party happening at the Tower?” Sam guessed.

How did he know that? “Was it Steve?”

“You know I don’t reveal my sources.” He teased. “But to ease your mind, I’ll be there.”

“Could you try and get Bucky to come as well? I know Steve would appreciate having you both.”

Sam laughed. “That’s the third time you mentioned Mr Blue Eyes in this conversation and it’s not even 2’o clock. Why you’re not dating the guy is a mystery to me.”

You had made it down to the platform as a train pulled up. “Okay, I won’t mention him again.”

Sam loved to poke at you for fun and it was all done from a place of love. You caught up with the man for a little while longer until your stop and you bid him and the subway adieu. It was a short walk to the market where you collected enough blueberries to cover Clint’s thievery before anyone found out.

When you returned to the tower, you delivered the berries to the bar and let Clint know that the crisis was averted. The tower was getting busier and so you decided to head up to your room to get dressed.

Like any Tony Stark party, he delivered. It was magnificent with lots of familiar and new faces gracing the halls and levels of Avengers Tower. Everyone was dressed up and looked incredible. You caught a glimpse of Peter Parker in the crowd who was taking everything in. Wong managed to seek you out for a short conversation and gave you an apology on Stephen’s behalf for not making it.

After a round through the crowd, you settled at the bar to enjoy a drink with Pepper, Happy and Bruce. Steve was on his way to get some food when he heard your voice.

“I think the kissing tradition on New Years Eve is cute.” Bruce commented.

Happy shrugged. “I don’t know, I think it depends on the person you’re with.”

You set your glass down and pat Happy on the shoulder. “This. See, I think you should only kiss someone on New Years Eve if you’re in love with them or planning to pursue a relationship. What’s the point of kissing if it’s just for fun?”

Pepper laughed as she took a sip. “Don’t knock it until you try it Y/n. There are heaps of strangers here. Why don’t we set you up with one?”

Steve’s stomach flipped at the thought and he entered the conversation circle. “How is everyone doing over here?”

He leaned towards you to pull over a glass and pour himself a drink. You smiled as the rest of the group gave their replies and caught him up to speed on their last topic.

“What do you think Cap?” Happy asked.

“To kiss or not to kiss?” Bruce chimed in with a chuckle.

Steve paused for a few seconds as he thought up a response. “I like romance. I’d imagine each kiss to be special and tell a story.” Steve’s eyes landed on you. “Actually that’s why I wanted to speak to you. I-”

Suddenly, Tony interrupted the group with his presence and a holopad that was flashing red. “Oh boy, we have a major problem.” He said and showed them a newspaper article. “Vibranium was stolen in transit to Wakanda. We need a lock on their trail before it runs cold. Pun intended since the route was in Iceland.”

Happy sighed. “Wow, they picked a hell of a time to strike so close to midnight.”

Steve jumped into Captain America mode almost immediately, shoulders straightened and brow-furrowed. “I can be ready and take the quinjet in ten.”

Bruce set his glass down. “Want me to come with you?”

“Thanks Bruce. But if it’s a simple tailing job, I’ve got it covered. Besides, you should enjoy the night, you’ve earned it.”

Suddenly, the crowd began making their way to the terrace, Thor amidst them when he spotted his friends and called out from the sea of heads.

“Come, my friends. We are about to watch the sky fire!”

Tony unbuttoned his suit jacket with a flare, “It’s my time to shine.” He walked over to Pepper and stretched out his arm for her to take before striding out onto the balcony. Bruce found Natasha and followed her out while Happy caught a glimpse of Peter’s aunt in the crowd and also head in that direction.

You looked at Steve and he seemed a little disheartened. “I’ve been trying to catch you all day and now-”

You placed a hand over his arm and gave a kind rub. “Hey, it’s okay. If it’s not important, it can wait until you’re back. I’ll still be here.” Hearing your name being called outside, you stepped away from the man. “I should go. Can’t miss Tony’s wondrous display.”

Leaving Steve behind for his mission, you joined the Asgardian in the middle of the crowd. He was telling stories about how he and Loki would steal fireworks from each festival and light them up on the bifrost for the people of the lower towns. “...I think our Father knew.”

In the next few minutes, Jane Foster appeared at Thor’s side and exchanged pleasantries until the crowd began to hush and stir as they looked to the sky. Tony’s drones took to the sky in marvellous fashion before they shaped themselves into the countdown numbers.

…5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

The crowd cheered, some even coming from the streets as they watched the pyrotechnics come to life. As fireworks rose and lit up the sky, you felt a kind of magical buzz, lucky to be where you stood.

It was a beautiful sight and you looked at the surrounding crowd. Lips were locking all around and you felt your stomach twist as the feeling of being alone began to settle. It normally never bothered you but this environment felt different. While everyone was distracted, you snaked between the bodies to return inside.

As you crossed the seating arrangement with every intention to call it a night, you barrelled into a very combat-suited Steve. Shouldn’t he be halfway across the sea?

“What are you still doing here? I thought you left for Iceland.”

Steve’s eyes were fixed on you, the gentle twinkle of fireworks reflecting in his blue irises. It was like he was staring into the heart of a jewelled cave - completely mesmerised.

“It’s important.” He said closing the space between you. A hand setting against your waist, Steve leaned forward. His lips ghosting against yours as your eyes closed. “You’re important.”

It was though fireworks were being set off in your body when he pressed his lips against yours. All you could feel was magic, heat, love and you just wanted to melt against him. His warmth, his touch, if you were in a private space you were sure things would have heated up far quickly. Little did you know, Steve was feeling the exact same.

Pulling away reluctantly, Steve rest his head against yours and smiled. “A part of me wishes that I could stay.”

Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath. “Me too.”

The door from the terrace opened. Tony had walked in to refill his glass and wandered about the bar for a suitable drink when he overheard. The rest of the team also came inside for a break from the party.

“Then why don’t you just go with him?” Tony suggested. “There’s no rule saying that you can’t.”

It was such a simple resolve but you remembered that Steve had turned down Bruce’s offer. You looked at the captain silently asking if he’d like the company.

He smiled. “It would be an honour.”

Tony stood to the side with a wine bottle in his hand as he poured another drink for himself and Pepper, quietly watching you and Steve walk away hand-in-hand towards the hanger bay. Clint grabbed himself some water and took a seat on a high chair.

“Don’t you think they’ll need some back up if vibranium is in play?” He wondered.

Tony nodded, closing the bottle and sipping his drink. “Of course, if the mission was real.”

Thor threw back the last of his Asgardian mead and set his cup on the table (he was learning that the Asgardian custom to break the instrument was frowned upon). “You mean to say that you fabricated a story to…”

“To stop our two closest friends from more pining? You bet I did. God it was giving me whiplash.” Tony confessed. Then he pointed to each member present. “And now you know the truth, you’re all accomplices to the crime.”

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teenageheartthrob · 1 year ago

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Final Exit - Part 5 (Stucky x Reader)

Series Summary: Bucky is injured during a mission. It's up to you and Steve to rescue him, but is it too late?

Category: Angst, fluff

Ship: Steve x Reader x Bucky (Stucky x Reader)

Trigger Warnings: Injury, mentions of death, mentions of drugs, surgery, life-support.

Word Count: 2.2 k

A/N: Y'all I am so sorry this took so long to get out, I had the worst writer's block its honestly shameful.

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Steve stood over his lover, the piece he thought he’d lost. He looked so peaceful, so angelic. He could almost convince himself the man beneath him was sleeping, not pumped full of drugs as the case was. It almost made the blond cry, new meaning still too fresh in his mind.

He was sure that whenever the once endearing nickname “angel” now slipped from his lips, salty tears would follow. Somehow, he also knew that the name would never again be be shared between his partners as it used to be. Not out of spite, or hatred or favouritism, but fear.

An intense, unshakable and crippling fear.

The exact emotion that people in your line of work were sidelined for experiencing.

Since news of Bucky’s survival, both you and your partner had remained in a constant state of anxiety. Unable to see him for over 30 hours, prohibited by doctors in case of a sudden change in his condition, the separation was killing you.

And just as you were separated from Bucky, the captain was still yet to make his way back to you completely, a wound he knew, well, he hoped, time would have a hand in healing; he wasn’t certain of much anymore.

With both of your emotions still so raw, and no certainty to comfort the instability, every part of him ached for you, longed to be close to you, as he used to be.

But Bucky…

Captain America was no stranger to emotional turmoil but this was Steve’s biggest battle to date.

An observer would have seen Steve Rogers choosing James Barnes over Y/N L/N, as he spent every moment he was allowed by his brunet partner’s side. But you saw the selflessness in his actions.

You saw his eyes lingering on your fingers intertwining with Bucky’s when you visited, you saw him re-filling your water when you left the room. You saw him waiting until he was in the right place to talk to you about your argument.

Steve saw your insecurities, ‘maybe he does love James more than me.’ He observed the way you held yourself, remaining strong for everyone else under the circumstances, himself included. Meanwhile, the symbol of hope of freedom wilted away, petals falling as offerings at the pedestals of you and Bucky.

The scheduled visits you paid to your partner’s hospital room, ensuring you checked on both him and Steve before leaving were a stark contrast to the hero’s own prolonged sittings, practically glued to the soldier’s side.

A man, a soldier, a fighter, a friend, a lover, a partner, had just narrowly escaped the clutches of death to miraculously return to the living. Truth be told, there was still a chance he would not make it, but each passing hour gave everyone another breath of hope.

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“Ultimately, it’s your choice.”

Helen Cho spoke softly, as though she was afraid her patient would hear your conversation, through both his medically induced coma and the conference room walls. Still, you appreciated that she sounded as though the conversation was as difficult for her professionally as it was personally.

“If I could interject,” Dr. Banner raised his hand slightly, drawing your attention. As someone with a scientific background and in intimate connection to the situation, you needed his objective opinion to guide you when you were too distraught to think clearly. “There really is no risk involved here.”

“No risk?!” Steve questioned from beside you.

Banner shot him a sympathetic glance, his presence was similarly valued amongst all the chaos. “What I mean is, if he doesn’t have the surgery, the infection will continue to weaken and…kill him again, yes?” You shivered internally as your already chilled blood ran even colder still at the doctor’s confirmation of Bruce’s explanation. “The risk was before he, well…before, was that his body would be unable to handle the heavy sedation and rigorous recovery process. Forgive me for being crude, but it seems now that whether or not he has the surgery, the outcome could be the same.”

You turned to look out of the window at the end of the room. Agents that looked like ants from where you were standing, ran drill after drill along the compound grounds below you. A melancholy ghost of a smile crossed your face as you realised that if it were any other day, it would have been Steve, Bucky and Sam running those drills.

Instead, Natasha and a few S.H.I.E.L.D higher ups stood in their places, giving the trainees more hell than your boys likely would have.

Bruce had a point, the situation couldn’t get any worse. You had already lost him once, so you could go into it more prepared if you had to a second time around. You knew you and Steve wouldn’t survive as a couple but it wasn’t like he was really here with you now anyway. His heart belonged to Bucky, it was born with him and a love like that would be buried with him too.

On the other hand, if Shuri promised you she could do something, as she had over her earlier conference call, rarely, if ever, was that promise broken.

You realised you were making this decision without Bucky- for him, you and Steve. Honestly, you were relieved, because you knew what this meant for him, and the guttural anger and hurt that would rise from your brunet soldier when, if, he awoke.

But if there was even a chance of getting him back…tears blurred your vision and the ants turned to mere dots in a sea of green below you.

“Y/N, Steve,” Bruce tried to reassure you both, “Bucky did the impossible, he came back from the dead. If anyone can survive this surgery it’s him.”

“I wouldn’t be advising you to do this unless I had complete faith in the science and medical team behind it. But we are going to need an answer from both of you. We don’t know how much longer his condition will hold,” Dr Cho spoke, professionalism returning to her voice.

You nodded your approval towards Bruce after a moments tense silence. You reminded yourself to thank him once more for his guidance, and to possibly ask him to help get you into witness protection if the Winter Soldier survived and came after you.

“Do it,” you heard your blond partner utter resolutely, alternate persona taking hold.

You turned, hoping to meet Steve’s eyes; a quiet confirmation you were doing the right thing for the man you both loved.

But a glance at where he had stood, led you to nothing but an empty space.

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It was three days later when James Buchanan Barnes opened his eyes again, unaware of how much time had passed, and the events that had transpired since he had last closed his eyes.

But those around him had felt the agonising pain of each passing moment. If not pain for the man himself, then for watching his partners, his lovers, come to terms with what their new life would look like.

The only way to save James Barnes fleeting life, you had been told, was to remove the diseased tissue, the source of the infection - Bucky’s only flesh arm, from the shoulder.

You knew once he awoke, he would be temporarily devastated. Mentally, you and Steve would lose him all over again.

However, his pain be somewhat more bearable, you hoped, thanks to Shuri’s magic touch.

It was during this three day period, that your other partner slipped into bed beside you ritualistically, as though he had been there all his life.

You would spent the rest of your life thanking Bruce Banner, you feared. His knowing smile upon seeing the pair of you together once more revealed his hand in the gesture. It felt like your heart was finally starting to piece itself back together again.

That was when you had the idea.

“I want him in here with us, Stevie. If he’s stable, I want him to stay here. I want him home.”

After some convincing and heavy monitoring set-up, Dr. Cho left the soldier where he belonged, in the arms of his partners. After all, he was still in the compound, just a different room.

The first time James re-opened his eyes, he knew he wasn’t dead. He wasn’t in heaven, he just couldn’t be. All it took was the familiar scent of your perfume and feel of fresh linen Steve insisted on pressing, for Bucky Barnes to realise he was home.

He had made it to three days post surgery, his chances were looking optimistically good, and both you and Steve wanted your partner where you could still reach out for him at night.

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The new arm was vibranium, like the first replacement. The super soldier’s body and the serum inhabiting it, was less likely to reject the material that way, Drs Cho and Banner informed him, as he lay in his bed like a fucking vegetable.

They were weening him off of the anaesthetic and codeine cocktail they had been keeping him on, and his body was yet to catch up to his brain it seemed.

Bucky quickly realised that he’d zoned out of about half of the conversation.

“But there have been some improvements compared to the other model.” But that got his attention real fast.

Millions of receptors along the length of the vibranium acted in much the same way as nerves in the skin. He would be able to feel everything.

Since the loss of his left arm, James’ most heartbreaking obstacle with his replacement was the lack of sensitivity.

He had basic sense when it came it touch, but fine material such as rice through the palm or yours or Steve’s soft hair through his fingers, that was something he lacked.

It drove him crazy every now and again, and was usually a contributing factor to the beginning of a spiral regarding of his own life; what he had lost and what he used to be.

But there was a price to pay too. The super soldier would still feel pain in that arm during missions; something you firmly believed he had seen more than enough of for the two, now three lifetimes he had lived.

Shuri assured you that in time, once he became used to the overstimulation from his new limb, she would be able to update the left limb to match right one.

Almost every person that saw him wore a bullshit smile, as though that would somehow fuel his recovery. Bucky saw right through them, and as people talked down to him as though he was a child, all he wanted to do was grab them by the throat and drag them down to his level.

But that wasn’t going to happen.

He barely had the strength to stand up on his own, or tolerance to stay awake, preferring sleeping as an alternative to a limited supply of pain medications that could send his already fragile body into some form of arrest.

So James smiled the same smile back, with the hopes that they got the hint to fuck off.

He heard things during these visits, things he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to.

Doctors hushed whispers to Tony about medical clearance and when he would be fit for active duty. Conversations between you and Steve when you thought no one else could hear.

Hushed voices in the darkness.

Bucky heard almost every one of them, his anger sobering into something much more desolate.

“I need him to be okay this time, Steve. Because I don’t know what I’ll do if he’s not.”

His girl. All he wanted to do was to hold you, pull you back into his orbit and realign the three of your lives into one. Permanently he hoped.

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Both you and the your blond counterpart had him wrapped between you that night. He couldn’t even remember how the comment pierced the silence, but it didn’t nonetheless.

“I saw a light,” the brunet started, and felt your holds on him stiffen, “I came back for you, doll. Couldn't leave you two here with all the stupid.”

The captain chuckled tearily and Bucky was aware of a larger hand squeezing his own, he actually felt it.

As the two were temporarily lost the safety of each other’s embrace, you looked at both of your boys, a weight lifted at seeing Steve slowly returning to himself.

You vowed to never let yourself forget how grateful you felt in that moment.

Unbeknownst to you and Steve, Bucky made a vow of his own in that moment. The soldier had often experienced phantom limb syndrome and he was certain he would again now.

But the greatest heartbreak James Barnes had ever felt, was waking from a dream time and time again; his calloused thumb twisting cool metal so delicately against the flesh of his ring finger, only to realise that it was not this reality he was seeing before him.

Bucky would be able to feel his wedding ring on his finger, and slip matching ones onto the hands of the two people who had saved him in every life he had lived, who he loved more than anything.

A confession of his love and unity, his vow to you both.

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Okay I swear there's one more part and it will be out quicker than this last update was!

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loving-barnes · 2 years ago

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Medical Hearts - Part 3

A/N: As I said, the chapters are shorter. I am writing what comes to my mind. And so far, I have no idea what will happen next. Uh, enjoy.

Pairing: Doctor Bucky Barnes x Doctor Female reader or Doctor Steve Rogers x Doctor Female reader

Warning: language, mistakes

Words: 1600+

Part 2

Part 3

The sound of a smashing door startled her and brought her back from a deep slumber. She was immediately on her ass, trying to wake up and work. But when she looked at the person that was inside the room, she had to rub her eyes just to be sure she was seeing correctly.

Barnes was standing in the middle of the room, visibly pissed as he was holding a phone in his hand and frowning. When his eyes look up, he saw Y/N on the bed with messy hair and puffy eyes. “Sorry,” was the only thing that escaped his mouth.

“No, no,” she shook her head, “go ahead. I was only up for over thirty hours. I don’t need to sleep,” she said grumpily and slowly crawled out of the bed. Barnes scoffed. “Oh, yeah, I am the asshole,” she continued and put on her white coat.

“I said I was sorry,” he was annoyed. “I’ll leave so you can get your beauty sleep.” And before she knew it, he was out of the room with a loud sound of the door smashing again.

Y/N was standing there as if a train hit her - shocked by Barnes’s behaviour. What did she do to him? Was he a dick to all the people around him except for Rogers? Taking a deep breath, she closed it with a simple thought: maybe he had a bad day and she was the first person he had to take his anger or frustration on.

When she left the room, she was met by Natasha. “You look like crap,” she commented, chuckling. No wonder, Y/N’s eyes were still puffy and she had an imprint on her hand on her face. “Long night?”

“More like long day and night,” she yawned. “But I was pleasantly awoken by Dr Barnes.”

“That sounds spicy,” she chuckled. “I want all the details.”

“He was a dick and I am grumpy when somebody wakes me up suddenly,” she explained. “I need to finish my shift and head home to bed.”

“How about a drink after work? I’ll ask Wanda to join us,” she suggested.

Y/N stopped walking and looked at the redhead. “Drinking with my attending? You must really like me,” she shook her head in disbelief.

“What? I think you are quite nice and Wanda took you under her wings pretty fast,” she sang. “You seem shocked. You never had friends in St Luke’s?”

“No,” she replied immediately. “Everyone was bitchy and fighting for themselves. They treated us like a joke and when we were interns, they treated us like garbage. This all is way too surprising to me. That’s all.”

“Ah, well then, drinks it is,” Natasha said excitedly. “We’ll meet at the main entrance after the shift.” And with a pat on the shoulder, she turned right and left Y/N alone.

…

The three women were sitting behind a small table with several drinks in front of them. Y/N felt good that she was surrounded by people that might like her. And by the looks of the drinks in front of her, they might like her a lot. Maybe these were about to become her friends.

“So, I’ve heard you met grumpy Barnes today. It’s not pretty, isn’t it?” Wanda asked her with a laugh.

“What’s with that man anyway?” Y/N had to ask. “Ever since I came here, he’s the only one who gives me the side eye every time he has the opportunity. There was a moment when he talked to me normally and then again, he was a dick.”

Natasha drank her first drink. “Well, he went through a rough break-up and since then he’s only talking to Rogers or Barton. He accepts me and Wanda but anyone else is a no-no,” she explained.

“Break-ups can be tough,” Y/N said. “But if it affects your work, well,” she didn’t finish and rather drank the whiskey that Natasha ordered for them. “I still don’t think that he has to be a jerk towards every woman that is not his friend.”

“He’s not a bad guy,” Natasha said with a smile. “He’s actually a very nice guy who had his heart broken. Because when he loves, he loves with his whole heart.”

Wanda’s eyes widened after that revelation. “Come on, Barnes? There is no way he’s anything like that.”

“I am serious. I’m his friend and I saw his other side many times. You’d be shocked. Now, no more men talk and more drink talk,” she raised a glass. “To Y/N. May your residency be as funny and as pleasant as… Uh… To Y/N! Our newest senior resident.”

And the three women drank together until their visions got blurry, their tongues kept tangling and they were talking about nothing and everything at the same time. That was until they were interrupted by uninvited guests.

“Ladies, may we join you?” Steve asked when he and Barnes approached their table. They came when they were laughing their asses off.

Y/N stopped laughing when her eyes fell on both men who were just standing there, waiting for an invitation. Her stomach flipped and she became nervous. This happened every time she got drunk and wanted to avoid an uncomfortable situation. And suddenly, they were taking chairs from a different table and sitting at their table.

Shit, she thought.

“Why are we drinking tonight?” Steve asked them.

“Do we need a reason?” Y/N mumbled under her nose and put the drink to her lips.

Natasha pointed at Y/N with both hands and with a wide smile she said: “we are celebrating our new addition.”

The blonde looked at her and grinned. “Well, that is something I’d like to celebrate too.” The way he was looking at her made her feel uneasy. Maybe it was just her, but why did she have a feeling that he was too friendly with her?

In a situation like this, she could do the only unreasonable thing that came to her mind. In a second, she quickly threw a fifty on the table, took all her belongings and ran away from the group. At that moment, she didn’t care what they thought about her sudden departure. Now, she needed to go home and put herself into bed.

…

It was nice to have a day off. She slept for over twelve hours, if not more, and it’s been a while since she got a good night's sleep - even with alcohol running through her system. She would have slept a bit longer but was awoken by the sound of someone knocking on the entrance door. She moaned and rolled onto her other side, not wanting to deal with anything or anyone.

But the knocking didn’t stop. And then she heard a familiar voice. “Y/N? Are you alright?” Was that Wanda? She was immediately up on her feet, walking quickly to the door. When she opened them, she was met not just with Wanda but with Steve too.

“Hi,” they greeted her.

“What do you want? How do you know where I live?” she asked, confused by everything that was going on.

Wanda looked at Steve and then back at her. “We were worried.”

“Why? I have the day off. I was sleeping,” she leaned against the door and kept the door only ajar. She didn’t want them to see the inside of her apartment.

Both of them were confused when Y/N told them that. “It’s Friday. You were supposed to be at work five hours ago.” Steve explained.

“Are you sure you are alright? Are you sick?” Wanda asked.

“What? No way, it’s Thursday. I wouldn’t sleep…” and she stopped talking. “Holy shit. I am so fired,” and she hid inside her apartment, closing the door on them.

She started to run around, trying to find some clean clothes and pack everything that she needed for the day. “We’ll wait for you,” said a voice from behind the door.

When she took her phone from the night table, she was shocked to see that many missed phones and texts. She was up for thirty hours, barely got any sleep in an on-call room because Barnes woke her up and then she worked for another ten hours because there was a major trauma.

A few minutes later, she was locking her apartment and met again with Rogers and Maximoff, waiting for her. “I thought you left,” she gasped loudly when she found them standing there.

“We are taking you to the hospital,” said Wanda.

“Everyone stop,” Y/n raised her voice and made them stand in the middle of the hallway. “Why are you doing this?” she had to ask them. “We barely know each other and you came here to make sure I was alive and now you are taking me to work. I don’t want to be ungrateful or rude but it’s weird. And it’s even weirder considering the fact that you found my address and came here.”

Steve laughed. “Alright, take a deep breath, Y/N. I know where your mind is wandering. Wanda was sent here to check up on you and I was heading home. She asked for a ride and here we are.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed and relaxed. “I’m sorry, it’s weird. Never before did someone come to get me to work because I fell asleep. Actually, this was the first time in a few years since I fell asleep to work.”

Wanda wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Come on, Natasha wants you on her service today.”

“She must be pissed.”

“She is, but you will survive it.”

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years ago

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Love and Medicine ~ 25

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Word Count: 1,100ish

Summary: Steve finally takes you out for that date. (Please check out Author’s Note at the end of the chapter.)

Steve gave you an hour to get ready, told you to dress your best and that he’d be back when the hour was over. It confused you but you went along with it anyway. As the hour ticked on, you bean to get more and more excited. It wasn’t like you hadn’t gone on a date with Steve before, this was just your first date since the divorce. You wanted it to be perfect and feel beautiful.

You had cleaned yourself up and in a robe sooner than later. You were currently filtering through your closet, trying to find the perfect outfit. You weren’t happy with any of the choices in your closet. Grumbling to yourself, you almost missed the knock on your bedroom door and it creaking open.

“Need any help?” Natasha wondered, smirking as she leaned against the door frame.

“Yes,” you breathed out as you turned to face her. “I absolutely hate everything in my closet and I just want to feel good tonight.”

“I get it and came prepared.” She bent down and grabbed a bag that was hidden in the hallway. She walked further into your room with it, offering it to you. “Come on, open it.”

You carefully took the back and noticed a small, folded up paper in side. You took it out and opened it.

I saw this and thought of you. I asked Romanoff to keep it save until I thought it was time. Why I start off completely fresh, right? I hope you like it and I can’t wait to see you. - Steve

“He’s such a sap,” Natasha commented, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah…” A lovesick smile forming on your lips. “But he’s my sap.”

“Have fun tonight, okay? But not too much fun.” She winked.

“Thanks Nat.”

~~~

Steve pulled back up to your house with a fresh suit on. He hopped out of the car and headed towards the door. Even though he had a key and knew that he could just walk in, Steve still wanted to make sure he did this right. He pressed the door bell and rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited for you to come to the door. When you finally did, the sight of you took his breath away. There you were, in the dress he had bought for you, looking more beautiful than he had ever seen you before.

“Hi,” you spoke up, almost nervously.

“Hi,” he repeated, still processing your beauty. “You look… you look beautiful.”

“Thank you. I had some help choosing the outfit.”

“I’m glad you decided to wear it.”

“Me too.”

“Are you ready?”

“Always.”

Steve held out his hand and guided you to his car. He led you around it, opened the passenger door, and helped you inside. You watched as he jogged back around the car and placed himself in the driver’s seat.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

He looked over at you. “You trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Then you’ll have to wait and see.”

~~~

You two drove the familiar way to Steve’s trailer. You gasped slightly at the sight. White lights hung all around the trailer and from poles placed in front of it. There was a small round table with tall, burning candles in the center and silver round covers over plates.

“Steve…” You breathed out. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Steve responded as he parked. He stopped the car and jogged around to open the door. “Darling.” He held his hand out to you. You smiled as you set one of your hands in his and let him pull you out. He led you towards the table. “Don’t worry, I paid Scott and Clint to track us and set the food and candles up when he got close.”

“Really?” You giggled.

Steve looked around. “I’m actually surprised they left before they got here.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be surprised if we find them lurking in the bushes.”

“I hope not.” Steve pulled out a chair for you. “Especially if tonight goes well,” he muttered as you sat down.

You smirked as he walked around and sat down himself. You both uncovered your food to reveal a meal from your favorite restaurant.

“Steve. How did you get this food?” You asked. “They don’t do take out.”

“I may have saved the owners daughter from a brain bleed a few months ago,” Steve replied with a shrug. “Said I could get food whenever and however I want.”

“Wow. I guess those are the perks of being the best.”

Steve laughed, blushing slightly. “And I guess you get to partake in everyone of them.”

“Yeah… I guess I do.”

~~~

Dinner was fantastic. The two of you sat out there and talked for hours before following it with a heated make out session that led to you and Steve having sex for the first time in what seemed like forever. You woke up first, fingers lightly drawing lines on Steve’s bare chest as you stared at him.

“I love you,” you whispered. “So much.”

“I love you too,” Steve responded, opening his eyes to reveal that he was awake.

You leaned in and kissed him long and soft. “Move in with me.” Steve’s eyebrows raised. “Not that I don’t like the trailer or I want you to get rid of it, but I want you close. I want you things in my closest and your mess mixed with mine all around the house. We can kick my roommates out or not, whatever. I just want to walk up and fall asleep with you by my side every day.”

“Y/N…” He ran his fingers down your face before pulling you into another kiss. “Of course I’ll live with you. But only until our house is built.”

“House?” You sat up a little.

“Yes. I bought this land to build a house on. I want to built that house with you, design it all with you, no matter how long it takes. What do you think?”

“I think… I think I’d like that very much.” You pecked his lips. “But, we don’t have to get started on it now, right? We can take our time?”

“Like I said, however long it takes. I just want the house to be ours.”

“Ours. I like the sound of that.”

Steve looked at you with so much love and adoration in his blue eyes. “I love you. And as long as you’re by my side, we can do anything.”

You leaned down and kissed him again. “I think so too.”

~~~~

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I know that many of you problem wanted a bit more or a different ending, but this is the end. I am sorry to disappoint you. Thank you for reading the series and putting up with me and how long it took me. I am really grateful for all the support.

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onsunnyside · 3 years ago

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༻ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (𝟑/𝟑)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | 6’6” Steve, feral behaviour/feral!steve, nomad!steve, fluff, angst, size difference, manhandling, possessive!/protective!steve, gentle giant!Steve, SMUT - minors DNI, size kink, manhandling, oral (m&f), dirty talk, p in v, spitting, grinding, lots of cum, unprotected sex.

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𝗔/𝗡 | Let's all pretend this was posted on time. Firstly, thank you everyone for coming on this journey with me on my first big AU, I'm sad to see it end, but I'll always be open for blurbs and drabbles for this series. (little past mentioned) James Conrad x doctor!reader. Also, this is not PWP, so it’s much more plot in this chapter than smut ! All mistakes are my own. Check out the role reversal of this story: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞

˗ˏˋ𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Well, I didn’t know jealousy was in attendance tonight—oh wait, it’s just you under all that green envy, Doc. How’s the gala treating you?”

You inhale deeply, avoiding the smug smirk playing on Tony’s lips. You turn to face him, leaning an elbow on the bar as the wine swooshes in the glass. “Did Pepper finally ditch you for the head security guard of the tower?”

Tony laughs loudly, slapping a hand over his chest. “Oh my, it seems I’ve struck a nerve.” He glances over his shoulder, eyes once again landing on the tall, burly blond across the room by the piano. His carefully gelled hair is visible above everyone’s heads, as a sea of reporters and other socialites surround him, hanging off every word he says. From here, you can practically see them swoon and fall for his magnetic charm.

“This is good for him.” You say, trying to convince yourself. “He’s been practicing speaking for weeks—he wants to make a good impression.”

“He has confidence and potential, I’ll give him that.” Tony signals for a refill of his glass, and the bartender fills it immediately. He sips slowly, eyes flickering between you and Steve. “You know, we could have just put out a statement. It would have been far less stressful and you wouldn’t have to watch that.” The brunet winces as a young beautiful woman lays a hand on Steve’s arm, caressing his bulging bicep under his suit.

You quickly look down at your heeled feet, remembering Steve asking how you suddenly got a few inches taller after getting ready–you proceeded to show him your heels, “How…walk around in those? Hurt? So–pointy…”

“The public would have made up horrible rumours about him—you saw what they did to Bucky.”

“Barnes was an assassin who was unjustly blamed for the death of—” Tony snaps his mouth shut, grinning at the passing socialites, then once they’re gone, he rolls his eyes, “—Those two are basically the biggest blabbermouths of the city, and Peter nearly spilled the beans about the manbeast to those punks.” He huffs. “The kid is smart, but his mouth sometimes isn’t… an odd mix considering he’s in charge of presentations for the new interns.”

You sigh loudly.

Tony raises a hand in surrender, “As I was saying, that is a weak comparison between Barnes and Rogers, one is a completely clean slate, no blood, no foul, nothing. And you seem to be convinced people will dig up some dirt on him, yet allowed him to be interviewed by himself.”

“I’m not convinced that they’ll dig up dirt—there isn’t dirt anyway, he isn’t a bad person.” You correct, gaze dragging across the vast ballroom. People in different, sleek gowns and suits chat enthusiastically, eating hors d'oeuvres and sipping fancy champagne or wine. “The independence will be good for him, and he wasn’t against it.”

“But he wanted you with him all night, right?”

You slump, fiddling with your necklace, and that was enough for Tony.

“Doc, I know you care about him,” The man starts, furrowing his brows as he finds the words, “but maybe you’re doing what you think is better for him—and in turn, you’re ignoring what he knows is best for the both of you.”

Your eyes widen and you shoot him a look, “What coming-of-age novel did you get that from?”

“The one Peter left in the lab,” Tony says, so easily that you don’t know if it’s the truth or not. “I understand that getting his face out there and showing everyone he isn’t a threat is important. Ignoring the fact that we’re admitting that S.H.I.E.L.D. is once again, a mountain of secrets that go down to the Earth’s core,” He cracks a smile when you laugh lightly, “But is all that publicity worth it when you’re sulking in this beautiful dress, and some noisy reporter is hanging off your fella’s arm?”

“He doesn’t know what she’s doing, it isn’t his fault.”

“I agree but, if you told him the difference between being friendly and flirting, I think he’d brush off the press in the blink of an eye.” Tony steps away, disappearing into the crowd.

You knew that, and you also knew that Steve would attract attention. People were moths to his flame, and you weren’t jealous but rather proud that he was handling it all so well, considering he despised the suit he was wearing too, “clothes are just, ugh.”

You bring the glass to your lips, still in a daze and not realizing your glass was empty. A delicate clang sounds behind you, a familiar drawl ringing in your ears.

“Bartender, refill that glass, please.”

Turning around, a startled laugh escapes your body. Slowly taking in the tall, slender dark-haired man before you. “I can order for myself, you know?”

The man chuckles, a hand running down his velvet suit jacket. His blue eyes twinkle, “I figured you were too busy staring off into space to bother.” James leans over, following your line of sight across the room, a knowing smile crawling on his face, “or rather, longingly admiring from afar.”

“You’re hilarious.” You say bluntly, taking a long gulp of your new drink. “Did your date get sick of you already?”

James rolls his eyes, nudging your shoulder, “I don’t know, did you ever get sick of me when we went on dates?”

Your scoff, a little part of you thankful for another familiar face in the sea of socialites and reporters, James’ British accent was fresh among the distant chatter. He’s sporting a slight stubble, his brown-blond hair in a messy gelled style, only aiding to his dashing prince charming flair.

The two of you have a friendly past-turned whirlwind of light romance, stemming from the beginning of your career when you were an intern in a busy city. As the days went by like snapshots, you and James grew close.

When you met him, he was a British S.A.S. officer who was hired by Stark Industries to teach survival techniques and share knowledge about jungle warfare. Throughout your friendship, there was occasional mutual flirting, and definitely some attraction until you both took it one step further. The romance didn’t last very long, you were too busy with your career, and he was sent back to London for work. The two of you decided it was best to end it before things turned sour, and despite the break-up, you still consider James a good friend.

“So, that’s the Rogers’ son.” James hums, “he’s a lot bigger than what I expected.”

You stare up at him because of his towering height. There’s a playful quirk on his lips. “You knew?”

“I suspected something.” The brunet rephrases, “And I may have been consulted for tracking him down.”

Of course, his new profession. “That’s why you’re here tonight, to get your face plastered on the papers for helping?” You quip.

“Credit is due where credit is deserved, and I like to think I helped at least a little,” James smirks, his gaze trailing down your face and neck. “I couldn’t make it to the expedition but I assume it all went well.”

“As well as it could have. A sprained wrist was worth all of this, and all of him.” you glance over your shoulder, locking eyes with the giant ways away, you give him a small wave but Steve’s gaze shifts to your ex next to you. One second later, the realization is evident on his face, undoubtedly recognizing the man from the box of old photographs deep in your closet.

You and Steve had gone through the pictures, you wanted to show him ones of your family, back home and your first days in New York but you didn’t expect a few coupley ones to slip out too.

“Captain Conrad!” A voice calls from the crowd. James twists around, lifting a hand before pushing off the bar.

“I’ll see you later?” He walks backwards, both eyebrows raised.

You just shake your head, turning back to your drink and noticing it was empty once again. This time when you look back at Steve, he’s still staring at you, the ghost of a grin on his face. He raises his glass of water with a wink, melting you from across the room.

It happens in a passing moment, but Steve is seemingly more vigilant tonight and notices immediately.

The night comes to an end, and the press leaves in good spirits and hopeful of the absolute story in their hands—the once highly confidential mission of the Avengers finally revealed: a man who survived in the jungle for his whole life, the son of a missing S.H.I.E.L.D. scientist who injected him with a recreation of Erskine's formula—a mouthful, but pure gold in the eyes of the public.

Steve’s story is going worldwide, and that creates a tsunami of attention.

Earlier in the evening when he was answering the millions of questions for reporters, he felt strange when they would touch his arms, or lean a little too close. He thought they had too much to drink, you told him what alcohol can do to someone, and Steve connected the dots.

Must be drunk. Maybe needs to stop?

So he took a glass from a young reporter and she giggled and thanked him. She thought he was going to be a gentleman and get her another glass but Steve just placed it on a passing waiter's tray and returned to the conversation, as if he didn’t just cut the woman off.

Now, you and Steve are standing by the exit, waving and bidding farewell to the attendees tonight. Polite smiles and halfhearted chuckles as they leave through the wide elegant doors.

As the young reporter from earlier stalks closer, sultry eyes locked on him, Steve feels your grip tighten on his arm. You lightly pull him to your level before pressing a lipgloss kiss to his bearded cheek then meeting his lips swiftly, giggling and wiping the makeup away.

Steve has always trusted his intuition. Growing up in the jungle, he had no choice when he wasn’t taught rules of conduct, he didn’t know anything else.

Going by his gut feeling has saved him many times too.

A nasty fruit here, a mudslide or two, an approaching predator, a poisonous bug or reptile even though he wouldn’t be affected by the poison, it would hurt. The bottom line, he trusted his intuition immensely.

After all, it brought him to you. He smelt something remarkably different from the normal wilderness when he was with Bruce and the magic colour box—it’s a Rubix cube, Steven, Rubix. He was going to ignore it, far more interested in what else Bruce had brought for him, but there was an underlying instinct, combined with curiosity and protectiveness.

Perhaps an unfamiliar animal had wandered too close, and in the jungle, Steve has learnt that unawareness is a weakness.

He was correct about the unfamiliar animal. You were a woman with a smell that made him lose his mind, which led to him tackling you into the ground, hurting you.

Sometimes, Steve feels bad about that but you always comfort him. Offering him cuddles and kisses as you comb your fingers through his hair. Many of his guilt episodes have ended up with your panties on the floor and his face between your thighs.

At the thought of your wetness all over his mouth, staining his beard and dripping from his tongue, he adjusts himself in his slacks.

“Steve,” you scold, pulling away his hand, “Don’t do that in public.”

He breathes heavily, mind flashing with that little glint in your eyes when you kissed him, claiming him before that woman.

You claimed him, you thought he was yours just as much as he thought you were his. Excitement bubbles in his chest and also his lower region.

“Steve! I said stop that.” You huff, holding his hand in yours tightly. Glancing around the room for any lingering gazes, you look down at his crotch again and gasp. His length nearly bursts from the zipper of his pants, very obviously showing off his gracious gift.

“Touch—please?” The blond murmurs, leaning down to nip at your ear, thick arms wrapping around your body to press against his cock. Slowly, his hips move in circles, desperate for relief, “I’m yours… please, touch—”

Your hand slaps over his mouth, a heat blooming on your face as you hurriedly tug him to the car waiting to take you both back to the tower. You push him into the back before sliding next to him, telling the driver to take a shortcut.

Steve ignores your request to put on a seatbelt and instead, rubs his hand over the prominent tent in his pants, low groans flowing from his pink lips. You buckle him in, unable to stop him from placing your hand over his cock, and slowly thrusting into your grip.

The elevator ride to your floor is unbearably long. Steve grinds against your ass, mouthing messily at your neck as if the camera isn’t blinking from the corner of the ceiling. As soon as you step foot onto your floor, he starts stripping.

“Can try your mouth?” Steve quickly rips off his shirt, buttons flying and fabric tearing. “Please—be gentle… will try to be.”

You don’t have to be gentle, you drink in every inch of his pale skin. The dark hair on his chest, which has surely gotten bigger and thicker since you first met him, as did most of his body. Bulging muscles and meat, veins visible under his taut skin, shifting before your heated eyes.

When he stands nude before the elevator doors, you finally spring into action. Dragging him away from the surveillance area and to the privacy of your bedroom, squirming as his hands start tearing your dress from behind.

“Want to see. Didn’t let me see before we left,” Steve murmurs when the bedroom door shuts. He pins you against the wall before hiking your thighs around his waist, his hard leaking cock pressing against your stomach. A deep growl rumbles his chest as your breasts spill out and immediately, he takes your nipple into his mouth. Manhandling you higher on the wall with both his arms, closing his eyes in bliss as he suckles your nipple. “So soft…” He switches to the other and one moment later, you’re flat on the bed.

A loud tear echoes through the room as your panties flutter to the ground, Steve is standing at the foot of the bed with a hand around his cock. His muscles flex as your thighs spread, revealing your wetness.

He groans, kneeling on the mattress and reaching towards you, “maybe no mouth—”

You stop him before he comes any closer, “but I want to taste you, please?”

An audible breath escapes his nose, jaw clenched tightly as he nods once, then twice. “Yes… Yes, mouth.”

Flipping over, you crawl towards him. You feel warm as his eyes trace over your figure, lingering on your ass. Now, lying on your belly with his cock brushing your lips, you allow him to cup the back of your head and pull you closer.

“Heard lots about… how feels.”

A heat combs over your skin, you already know your thighs are sticky. “What did you hear?”

You wrap a hand around his base, feeling the throbbing under your fingers as you drag up his thick girth, the tips of your digits not meeting. You marvel at the prominent veins trailing up the sides, leading to the bulbous head, cum leaking down the redness. Taking the head into your mouth, you lightly suckle, swiping his taste with your tongue.

Steve moans loudly, knees buckling as his hips jerk forward, shoving more between your lips. “Feels… so good, oh.” His voice dies as he peers down at you spitting on his cock, spreading your saliva up and down his length. “Tongue…”

You hum, sliding down to the floor onto your knees. You don’t waste any time, licking from the base to the tip and spitting once more. Squeezing your thighs together, you look up at him and take him deeper. He’s hot and heavy on your tongue, the fat stretch burns your lips and you want more. Turns out, so does Steve.

“More—please.” His lashes flutter as you massage his balls in your other hand, saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth, slickening his cock as you take more of him.

“C’mon, Steve, don’t be shy.”

“Not shy…” He bites his lip, “can take charge, please?”

You nod with a mouth full of his shaft. Your eyes water slightly and he widens his stance, placing both hands on either side of your head.

He groans above you with a firm hold and you’re taken by him. Piercing his thick and powerful thighs with your nails as he forces you closer, hips naturally gaining momentum. His skin flushed red, blooming up his heaving chest to his bearded cheeks. His hair falls in front of his eyes, but it doesn’t lessen the heat in his gaze.

His jaw drops as your eyes squeeze shut, a choked whine coming from your full throat as he fucks your mouth. Your juices trail down your thighs as Steve slowly pumps in and out, his thick cock slick with your spit.

“Mouth so…” He pulls out as a string of saliva connects his throbbing tip to your lips, he quickly pulls you back on his cock, “wet, feels so good, sunshine.”

You relax your throat, breathing through your nose and let him use your mouth. Wet noises fill the room and you slobber on his length, trying to take as much as you can, but he’s too big, too thick. You can only get halfway before pushing him away.

A pace builds between his praises in broken English and your own muffled whimpers. He takes your mouth like he owns it, allowing his desires and instincts to take the wheel, but you know he’s still holding back, and you tell him that he can go as deep and as hard as he wants. You know he could go absolutely mindless with pleasure, and you’re right.

Steve was always animalistic whenever you’re intimate, it makes sense he’s the same for his first blowjob.

He experiments with pace and strength, gathering the dripping saliva from your chin to smear on his cock, making the slide smoother so you can take him deeper. His neck craned low, eyes locked on your stretched lips around his fat girth, he can’t get enough of your gagging noises.

“Sunshine, so small down there.” He breathes, “know I’m bigger than you—and like it a lot.”

You whine, massaging his balls again as he hits the back of your throat, sliding deeper.

“Like that too? Know you do. Can smell you,” Steve pauses, pulling you off to circle his heavy tip on your swollen lips, he slaps your cheek with it too, wanting to mark you in every way possible, “can smell your cunt.”

You can’t help but reach between your thighs, already on the brink with having him in your mouth, using you so passionately. Your fingers slip inside with ease, you slowly start to bounce on your hand and Steve takes notice.

His motions become rougher, and your garbled moans more consistent. “Do like it, so much—touching yourself. Wish I was touching you instead.”

When Steve cums, he’s just as beautiful as he was the first time all those weeks ago. His eyes squeeze shut as his mouth falls open, neck and abs tensing under his pink skin, a low guttural groan nearly vibrating the walls. He floods your mouth, his thick seed spilling from your lips and down to your bare chest, you swallow as much as you can, moving his hands to take a last bit of control.

You lick up his length, gathering any rogue droplets, not wanting his taste to escape even the slightest. Steve helps you out too, swiping the cum from your chin with his fingers, shoving them deep into your mouth until you gag again, “like noise…” his blue eyes fall to your hand, still between your thighs, “like taste more though, want you on my tongue again, please.”

You should’ve known he wouldn’t stop after the blowjob. You’re lucky tomorrow was your day off too.

Steve can’t help the nervousness bubbling in his stomach as he stares down at the bouquet that he made himself at the florists with Sam and Bucky.

This journey actually began with Bruce.

“Love like science?”

Steve trusts Bruce, almost as much as he trusts you. And when he finds the guts to ask about the odd feelings inside him, he goes to the doctor. Although, Bruce wasn’t very knowledgeable in that department and he warns Steve as such.

“Will talk with Buck and Sam, but want to hear Bruce first,” Steve says confidently.

The doctor is nose-deep in a thick novel, currently on his lunch break. “You can just tell her, Steve, or make a grand gesture. Whatever you feel is right and whenever it feels right.” Bruce tries to be helpful. Truthfully, he’s honoured that Steve came to him first, off all people the man has come to know, he still goes to the first person he’s formed a friendship with. “Unlike experiments, there aren’t specific steps for telling someone your feelings.”

“Nothing to follow?”

“Nothing to follow.” Bruce smiles softly, “Just do what you feel when you feel it's right.”

Before the journey, it was a wondrous whirlwind that grew from when he accidentally threw away your rough version of a document, the one you’ve been working on for weeks. He just wanted to please you, do some spring cleansing, “it’s cleaning, Steve, not cleansing,” in your shared home.

He dusted the shelves, wiped the windows, cleaned the couch and scrubbed the floor. He also got rid of anything that looked like garbage and in his defence, your bundle of papers was a mess with various scribbles, crinkled sheets and coffee stains on the cover. So, he tossed it in the recycling.

One can imagine the rage you felt after coming home to a missing thirty-plus-page document.

You didn’t yell at him, instead, you just sulked into your bedroom and locked the door. Exhausted out of your mind, and completely discouraged.

Steve waited for you to come out, sitting in front of the door and tentatively asking about your day, then when you didn’t answer, he told you about his.

“Got perfect on physics test… and English paper you helped me write…” He taps on the door, sitting before it like a child. He glances at the doorknob, trying it once again but deflating when it wouldn’t open. “Am sorry, sunshine. Didn’t know—just wanted to do kind thing for you… always work so hard, always so kind. Missed you so much today too—” He presses his forehead on the wood, closing his eyes, “never meant to hurt, hate when you get hurt or upset.”

He perks up as he hears the shuffling of sheets and jumps to his feet as the lock clicks. He bursts through, sweeping you into his thick arms and kissing all over your face, but after feeling the wetness on your cheeks, he pulls away.

His heart physically aches, like a thousand thorns stabbing his chest. “Oh… so sad?”

You inhale shakily, the softness in his voice making you break down all over again.

“Working too hard, too much. Need break.” Steve frowns, holding you tightly. His bare chest is warm under your cheek. “Will be super careful next time, promise. Will also treat sunshine—be tender.”

From there, bloomed the sweetest displays. Steve put the recipe book to great use, cooking you meals every day and baking you sweets at night and over the weekends. He even had a little apron, always welcoming you home with a beaming smile and delicious food, kissing you breathlessly before setting up a relaxing bath for you.

Sometimes he’d join, other times he’d just sit outside the tub, holding your hand and listening to you talk about your day.

It was a dream to be doted on like this. Although, you wished to do the same to Steve, knowing he deserved it just as much.

You had gifted him custom plushies that looked just like Peter, Wendy and Tinkerbell. Shortly put, Steve’s body nearly exploded after he realized what they were, he then hauled you off to the bedroom for some special experiencing–as he called it.

He wanted to do more because he felt more than just happy with you, he felt excitement and glee, pure adoration and warmth in your presence.

It was uncharted territory from there. Deeper than anything he’s ever encountered, and the unfamiliarity made him uneasy.

That’s what brought him to Sam and Bucky, his second option for help in his particular field. He communicated his confusion with his feelings, starting it off by asking to speak to them in private. “What about… deeper feelings? Like, feel so happy with person, want around all the time—feel relaxed and calm, but also, can’t contain excitement or happiness.”

Sam and Bucky, mostly Sam, proceeded to give Steve several pointers on ‘wooing.’ Dating in the modern world was very different from what he has seen in the wilderness, with no mating dances or displays, but instead romantic gestures and gifts, quality time like date nights. He knew respect and communication were important and to say the least, he was overwhelmed.

“Makes my chest ache in good way. Just,” He huffs, “Want to go everywhere with her, do everything for her.”

Bucky raises a brow, metal fingers wrapped around a glass. The three of them are lounging on the roof, far away from any prying eyes or nosey spies. The sun is setting slowly, ghosting above the building tops and casting a yellow-orange glow.

“Have you told her that?”

“Don’t know how—already tried to dress up.”

Sam laughs loudly, “Oh, I remember that. Thought you’d have to cut your hair after it got stuck in the scrunchies. How did you manage to squeeze into one of her dresses?”

Steve shrugs, absentmindedly twirling the ends of his hair. He definitely didn’t want a haircut anytime soon, although his beard needed a trim soon. “Ripped it on accident, sunshine didn’t get mad. Just giggle… super cute giggles.”

Bucky and Sam share a long look, seemingly non-verbally conversing about the giant across from them on the plush outdoor patio couch. Sam tilts his head and in turn, Bucky snorts, rolling his eyes.

“Women today aren’t the same women as in the forties.”

“Which can be very helpful for our guy here,” Sam appealed, “Advice that worked on women back then and advice that works on women now, we’ll have him primped and polished.”

Bucky checks his watch, slumping, “I guess I could help—”

“—As if you have plans on a Tuesday night.” Sam scoffs playfully, already standing and clapping his hands, “Steve, you’ve got yourself the two most eligible bachelors of the city for all your questions and concerns of the heart.”

That’s how Steve ended up walking along the streets of New York, dipping in and out of various clothing stores, exiting with a new shopping bag and one new potential friend, the store employees and owners were very fond of the curious and blunt giant, most of them fell in love with his bright spirit and charming smile.

His wardrobe at the tower consisted of t-shirts and sweatshirts, mostly track pants or shorts. Steve didn’t wear many clothes when he was roaming around your shared floor. Hence, whenever he made public appearances, Tony had someone drop off carefully selected clothes for said occasion.

Steve inhales deeply, Sam’s words bouncing off the walls of his mind.

“Be confident. Your posture is already perfect, you just need to accentuate that energy, and kill her with it.”

Steve’s eyes widened in horror, colour draining from his face, “kill?”

Bucky steps in, rubbing his hands down the blond’s shoulders, smoothening his leather jacket. “Not literally—nice going, Sam.” He murmurs, “You like her, Steve?”

It’s quiet for a few beats, the giant’s blue eyes falling to the bouquet in his hands, “Love her, Buck.”

The brunet smiles, “Right, you love her—”

“So much.”

“Then, just let her know. She wants you for you, not some yuck-version of you. Be yourself, be honest, and be a good listener.”

Steve hesitantly steps into the elevator, pressing the button for your shared floor. He gives Sam and Bucky a short wave.

“Call her a cute pet name!” Sam shouts as the doors close.

“Baby… Sweetheart…Doll… Lover.” Steve repeats every nickname he can think of, his foot anxiously tapping on the floor as the elevator ascends higher and higher.

Finally, it dings before the doors slide open, revealing the clean but well-loved living room of your floor. The blankets on the couch are folded, pillows fluffed, but the coffee table is almost covered in all your documents and research papers. The familiar scent of your soap wafts to his nose as the faint music from the bathroom cuts.

“Steve? Is that you?”

“Lover… like that.”

Sam grins, “I don’t hear that one too often, but I think she’d like it.”

“Yes, lover!”

Your footsteps falter as you round the corner, a white robe tied around your waist as you spread moisturizer on your face. You raise a brow, “what did you say?”

“...yes, lover.” Steve stands in the elevator but quickly shuffles out as the doors begin to close. He tightens his fist around the bouquet, eyes glued on your bare skin. Trailing up your legs to the expanse of your chest, and finally your neck where a few marks were already healing.

Steve knows he’ll be replacing those with fresh ones tonight. He was counting on it.

“More flowers? The ones you got me yesterday are fine.”

The blond stiffens, “These for…uh…”

You smirk, “are you seeing another woman, Steve?”

“No! Never!” Steve exclaims, desperately shaking his head, “These for you. Would never, ever be with other person.” He blinks profusely before gesturing to the couch. “Can—May we talk?”

You know what was coming, but you still keep your mouth shut. Nodding silently, you walk to the couch and pat the cushion next to you. Steve steps closer, and you can feel the waves of distress melting off him, constricting your throat.

The bouquet, colourful and sweet, is placed on the cluttered coffee table before he plucks one of them, a yellow one.

Steve faces you, vulnerability behind his light eyes. With a touch as delicate as the morning clouds, he places the flower behind your ear.

When you place a hand on his thigh, Steve takes it and brings it to his mouth. Closing his eyes, his lips press against the back of your hand, and his facial hair scratches your knuckles. It’s a slow and strong kiss as if he’s trying to send his feelings straight through your bloodstream.

Steve doesn’t know why he’s so nervous. He wasn’t going to tell a wild lie, or break your heart—he’d never do that.

But, love. What was love?

Universal in every form—love began at the list of fundamental human necessities, through complex twists and shades of a million colours, the four-letter word was not simple in the slightest. A blessing and a curse of humanity and compassion. With a camouflaging ability to be bare and shrouded at the same time, being true to one and being unknown to their lover. Although, as pure as it is, love can be tainted by people.

Jealously, begging and pleading, unfair and unjust. Much too strong or much too little, love is beautiful.

Among the different forms of it, complete love included intimacy, passion and commitment.

Steve knew love as actions, things he’s seen with his own two eyes, but feeling love was entirely different. Something so personal and dear, buried within his heart and soul, Steve didn’t know how to define such an intense impression.

“Feelings… are strange.” He begins, mumbling against your skin before setting your palm on his chest, you can feel the faint thumps of his heart. “Feeling something—is so different from speaking. Wish was other way to describe what I feel here.”

You meet his gaze, giving an encouraging nod. “I know what you mean.”

His brows knit tightly, “but want to tell you how I feel…through words.”

It’s incredibly difficult to explain to anyone else but so clear inside. Indecipherable yet easy.

“Want you around all the time, hate when apart. When together, feel happy—so happy, comfortable,” loved, “with you.” Steve cradles your hand between his, occasionally squeezing your fingers, “My sweet, beautiful, kind, cute—so cute and tender, soft, sunshine… everything good inside you.” He shuffles closer, the emotion behind his eyes is spellbinding, “teach me so much. Never get annoyed or mean when I can’t understand.” He knows that some people aren’t as kind when it comes to his lack of knowledge and experience.

“Not first to be kind or tender to me—but have always been, from the beginning, even when I hurt you.” He inhales sharply, leaning down to nuzzle your cheek, he whines lowly in his throat, “know I’m forgiven, but still hate that I hurt you.”

“Steve—”

“Promise to never do it again, will never harm, hurt you.” He interrupts, “Always be tender, sweet… because you deserve that.”

You laugh wetly, cupping his bearded cheek and sniffling, “You do too, Steve. Don’t forget that.”

“Won’t forget—promise that too.” He leans into your touch, eyes almost fluttering shut before they shoot open, he squints, “But, Sunshine promise too?”

You nod as a wave of adoration almost knocks you to the floor, but even if it did physically strike you, you know you wouldn’t fall, not with Steve pressed against you. The gentle giant, with a heart of gold and a set of diamond eyes that gleamed and glimmered with hope, a purity that was so precious.

Steve licks his lips, falling forward until your foreheads meet. He squeezes your hand once more and dips down until your noses touch. He hums happily, wide eyes staring into yours. “You’re so beautiful up close—uh, lover.”

A part of Steve wanted to climb inside you, because maybe then he’ll finally be content, there was no describing how close he wanted to be with you. He wanted to live within your heart, kiss your soul and bathe in your existence, but he couldn’t explain that with his lack of vocabulary. So, he says it differently and in a way that he fully understands.

“Colourful birds in jungle—macaws…like little rainbows with feathers and can fly. They have one love for entire life,” Steve’s cheeks are cherry red, his blue eyes so clear, you can almost see his spirit, “And want… I want that with you.”

If he closes his eyes, he can see the vibrant birds. Perched high in the trees, the wisps of nature surround him as they mutually groom and share food with each other. Similar to the other animals in the jungle, yet those creatures didn’t mate with only one for their entire life. They weren’t like the birds that wake up every morning and check their mate for any concerns. They didn't groom them or solely share food with them. He knows those actions stemmed from something deep within them. To have one for a lifetime.

“Please speak… feel so many nerves now…” he whispers, brushing his nose along the side of your face, a quiet whine coming from his throat. “Please—”

He’s cut off by your lips crashing against his, trying to convey every emotion. You cradle his face between your hands as he deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Steve loves you—the glorious man with a brilliant will.

A dream in every sense of his being, a disadvantaged soul who has blossomed into a lively flower. A strong stem with the ability to withstand almost anything, physical and mental obstacles included. The petals vary because they’re coloured with his qualities—some are more than one shade to represent his change in characteristics, from a dull grey to a bright tint. And the pistil, it was blinding as if the sun had shrunk to size, and although small, the radiated warmth wasn’t any different. Still beaming and sparkling before your eyes.

Steve pulls away with a wet smack, lips a little swollen, “Take that as same feelings?”

You’re engulfed in his glow, soaked to the core with Steve. This was the kind of intensity you’ve only fantasized of. Yet, it’s right before you, he’s right in front of you and inches from your face. With the most adorable grin and doing his signature head tilt.

You manage a nod before Steve hauls you up and dashes to the bedroom. You’re placed on the bed, the springs squeaking beneath you, and he climbs on top of you again. Too lost in his touch, you don’t realize what’s happening until a sharp tear bounces off the walls.

Steve’s face flushes, “ah, oops…” He offers you a crooked smile, still clenching the loose threads of your robe, “not patient enough to untie.”

Then, you notice he’s also naked. His leather jacket flung across the room, as well as the rest of his clothes. His hair was slightly tousled and falling in front of his face. One of his hands reaches down, wrapping around his hard cock.

It didn’t take a genius to know what was on his mind.

“Are you sure about this?”

The giant grunts, his other hand gripping your leg and shuffling between your thighs.

You reach out and grab his chin, forcing his eyes to yours. “Are you sure about this, Steve?” The intense passion swimming in his eyes is an answer enough, but you want to hear him say it.

“Yes, so much—made sure to pay attention to specialists, want to do it with you. Feel close to you, and feel you on me… be inside you.” He mouths at your exposed chest, trailing up to your neck and biting on a fading mark. “Please, let me inside?”

A high-pitched whine escapes your throat as the head rubs your clit, spreading your arousal before brushing your hole. He’s gotten close to slipping inside more than a few times, but this would be intentional. And you were ready.

“Y-Yes, Steve—” You gasp as he immediately starts pushing in. The mushroom tip is unable to breach your tightness, even with your excitement dripping out.

“Should open you up first—” He starts pulling away, fisting his cock again as the thick head bobs against his abs.

“No, no,” you desperately shake your head, your heart pumping against your ribs, “please, don’t stop. I want—ah!”

Steve has a finger shoved inside your hole, curling until he feels that rough patch. A dribble of spit lands on your pussy as he glares down at you, “Specialist said to make sure you’re comfortable.”

“I am, fuck, I just want you inside me, baby. Please.” Your voice trembles slightly, eyes watering as he pumps another long digit into you. Your hips rise off the bed as he pulls them out, messily rubbing your clit.

“Say it again.”

“Please, baby, I love you. I want your cock—ah, inside me. Know you want it too, your cock is leaking—” He moves so fast, hooking your knees over his elbows and his length sliding between your folds until the head pops in. He doesn’t pause for a moment and continues penetrating your soaking core, causing you to squeak loudly.

He groans, eyes shut as his shoulders shudder. Your pussy is wrapped around him, choking his thickness and he isn’t even halfway. The last string snaps and he bites into your neck, muffling his helpless moans.

You’re in a daze when he begins pumping in and out of you, each time, getting deeper. The juices spill from your pussy, soaking the sheets, and dripping down his balls with every thrust.

“So wet—tight.” Steve grits his teeth, gaze bouncing between your blissed-out face and your little hole struggling to take his girth. He spits down on your connected centres, using his fingers to spread your combined wetness down the rest of his cock.

He’s so big it burns, but you want more.

“All the way, baby, please.” You cry out, legs flailing before he grips them, pinning them to the mattress.

He continues working into you, stuttering groans filling the room and harmonizing with your whines. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders as he braces himself on either side of your head, his breath fanning across your cheeks. As he draws deeper, the base of his cock meeting your stretched cunt, his pubic hair touches your tingling clit.

The euphoria is evident on his face, completely taken in a short amount of time. He whimpers and he pulls out almost all the way, the heavy tip resting inside your cunt before he goes forward again. “Want to last long but can’t—feels so good.”

You hiccup a yes, and dig your nails into his broad shoulders, the pressure building within your stomach. His veins brush against your throbbing walls, the stretch of your thighs similar to the stretch of your hole, an addictive burn.

Steve’s eyes fall to your heaving chest and down to your tummy, his pace quickening as the wet slapping sounds increase. He growls when you clench, his cock reaching the deepest part inside you, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

“Can see myself, baby.” Steve groans, alternating between thorough grinds and deep thrusts, watching the bulge appear under your skin. “So little—small, but taking me so well.”

A warm hand lands on your lower tummy, pushing down and your thighs tense, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer. He gets rougher too, just as eager as the headboard bangs against the wall. Every pound of his hips sends your juices spilling, a creamy ring appearing at the fat base of his shaft.

He wipes the drool from your lips, bringing it to your nipple and pinching the nub. “Can be more gentle, but love you, love seeing me inside you. Seeing you stretched—it hurts?”

You shake your head, vision blurring. He kisses you, shoving his tongue into your mouth and swallowing each of your cries. His hands grip your shoulders as he pulls away, keeping you firmly locked on his cock, forcing you to meet each of his thrusts.

“Want me to be gentle?”

You shake your head again, eyes fluttering open. You watch his girth slam into you, a redness blooming on his skin, as your little pussy takes everything he has to offer.

“Can finally cum inside you, instead of just on.” He growls, “Want that? Be filled with me, only me. Can watch it spill out too, claim from inside.”

Your high topples over, stretching your mind paper-thin, his name written on the page.

Steve’s jaw drops as you convulse around him, squeezing him so tightly he whines. You squirt, soaking him with your mess and his cum paints your walls white, flooding you from the inside out. He grinds against you, his pelvis rubbing your pulsating clit raw. Every dirty motion shoves his seed deeper, the tip of his spurting cock kissing your cervix.

“Know about this too. Messy…” He trails off, fingers delicately tracing through the wetness that soaked his thighs and the bed. “Love it, baby, so much.”

The laugh you let out is quite pathetic, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not with Steve flattening you to the mattress, covering you in his warmth while you’re also filled with his cum.

You try to move but your thighs ache. “You have to, uh, let go of me.” You yawn and lightly tap his back, your digits trailing down his spine.

The giant grumbles, shifting around and you think he’s finally going to release you, but no. Steve slips his arms under you and rolls over as you start fading away into unconsciousness. The last thing you hear is him getting up, mentioning getting sunshine all clean.

“Wake up… please.”

You flip over, squinting at the harsh sunlight. “Hm?”

Steve is facing you with a blanket barely covering his muscular form. He smiles, hair messy and eyes soft. “Sex again?”

You giggle sleepily as he crawls over you, nuzzling your neck and nipping your cheek. He kisses you gently, fingers tracing down your body. “I almost forgot you barely need rest.”

“You okay? Good sleep?”

“Best sleep.”

He pulls away, thick lashes brushing his cheekbones, “...can experience you again? Before work, please?”

You lace your fingers in his long hair, lightly tugging. His eyes fall shut and his hips sink between your thighs, bare as you, he slowly grinds. “Take me however you please, baby.”

You peek from the corner of your eye at the giant who was still staring at you, his clear blue gaze searing into your skull, you honestly think he could read your thoughts. Although, you know if he did, he wouldn’t be staring at you in the first place.

“Angry?”

“No, Steve.”

It’s quiet for a few moments and he averts his gaze to his little notepad, pencil still in hand. “...upset?”

You sigh, “Why would I be upset over a barista?”

There’s a long pause, “Flirting?”

“She wasn’t flirting with you, she was just asking if you wanted whipped cream on your drink.”

Steve was still getting the hang of certain mannerisms and apparently, everything that was remotely kind was classified as flirting in his eyes.

Especially when it was towards you. You can still remember the terrified face of the mail carrier who had complimented the array of plants on your windowsill in your office, Steve happened to be on a break between his classes and saw the whole thing. The poor mail carrier had dashed out the door after Steve growled and scowled like a wild animal, establishing his dominance by hovering like a shadow, glaring them down until they tucked their tail between their legs and left.

It didn’t help that an intern who had occasionally flirted with you entered right after. Somehow, he didn’t notice the giant man in your office and proceeded to slyly chat you up with his eyes on his phone, texting away. Once his phone was away, he was met with the deadly gaze of a manbeast, jaw clenched as tightly as his fists.

The blood immediately drained from his face, and the young man profusely apologized and excused himself. He shut the door but that didn’t stop Steve from thundering down the hall after him. You raced after him, bumping into other scientists until ramming into his wide back, the elevator doors barely saving the young intern from an ill fate.

Calming Steve down had been a mission itself, one that involved missing clothes, shut curtains and your office desk breaking. You were stuttering with warm cheeks while explaining the incident to Tony after he caught you disposing of your broken desk. Although, he made sure to order you a new, very sturdy one.

As if on cue, the intern walks in, his eyes bugging out of his head when he spots Steve, sitting next to you with a thick novel in his hands. Broad shoulders stretching the white henley, hair slightly touselled.

“Can help, boy?” The blond hisses, leaning towards you protectively.

The young man’s eyes flash between you and the documents in his hand. He slowly inches backward, “Dr. Banner wanted you to look over, uh, his recent physical test.”

“Oh, okay.” You stand but then you’re yanked down to Steve’s lap, a startled gasp escaping your lips.

“Give.” The giant holds out a hand expectantly, he grunts a quiet, “Thank you, boy.”

You hide your embarrassment, and sudden arousal, with the folder, holding it in front of your face as the intern lingers by the door.

“Can leave.”

“Dr. Banner also wanted to meet with the both of you in twenty minutes.”

While you review the results of Steve’s recent physical, the differences from the last one are stark. His weight has increased, probably from the change in his diet, from whole fruits to carbs, and his desire to try at least everything once.

You squirm on his lap and his thick thigh tenses. “O-Okay, thank you.”

Steve inhales sharply, keeping his gaze locked on the intern until the door clicks shut. Then, he’s on you, flipping you around and plopping you on the desk, no definitive crack resonating through the room like last time. You noted to send Tony a fruit basket.

Steve’s face is buried in your neck, his beard roughly scratching you as he mouths at your skin. “Getting wet again…”

Your whine is muffled by his hand, vaguely reminding you of your first meeting in the jungle. Steve must remember it too, because he smiles, then nuzzles one half of your face, then switches to the other side.

“Smell good, sunshine…Love you.” His fingers trail up your skirt, pulling at the tights, “Taste before we go?” You gasp as the fabric is torn from the crotch and down your legs until it’s a mangled mess on the floor.

A loud squeal escapes you as he latches onto your cunt, mouthing messily along your folds and suckling your nub. He groans against your wetness, his beard rubbing you raw.

Steve pulls back, wide eyes blinking. “Want you to squirt again, please, like when we fucked.” You cover your face with your hands, thighs snapping shut but he prys them open, rough hands massaging your thighs, “again, please, love when you do it.”

You can’t deny him and it seems everyone also knows that too because when you leave, they all give you knowing looks, the intern hiding behind his computer screen with the most startled expression. A contrast to Steve who was as smug as can be with your creamy mess still evident in his beard.

You were so kind, all the way from the beginning. Your good heart could outshine any flame, glow amongst the brightest smiles, just like right now. In the sea of grinning children and parents, their gleaming faces are nothing compared to the beam on your lips.

“Your family loved you, they weren’t perfect but no one is.”

Steve doesn’t miss a beat. “You are.” His eyes are honest, blue.

You smile softly, “I have my flaws.”

“And they’re perfect to me…everything about you is perfect to me.”

You smiled so lovelily when he said that this morning, and as if history was repeating itself, you were smiling like that again. Except from halfway across the room as you lean on a bookshelf, listening to him read ‘Tarzan’ to the small circle of children.

The library walls are vibrant and the decorations are cohesive. The theme of a pond, painted trees on the walls and bookshelves, mushroom or flower painted table tops with little chairs at each.

The young children are completely immersed with the man in the comfy armchair. Steve flips the page, showing the colourful illustrations before reading the words, with just as much enthusiasm as he started the session with. Exaggerated facial expressions and giving each cartoon character their own voice. It’s crazy to think that just a few months ago he was repeating everything you said, learning different tones and pronunciation.

His eyes meet yours once again. Twinkling as they take in your gentle face.

You’ve been like this since he met you, and now that he knew you, he wanted you for the rest of his days.

After confessing your love for each other, Steve got more confident. Through his own initiations but also from within through self-assurance, he explored himself sexually.

Mistakes have been made, but they were unavoidable. Steve always kept trying and combined with your never-ending encouragement, you’re so proud of him now. From struggling to read the letters from his parents, to reading with an animated voice to young children.

“Want to read, but will ask if don’t know. Want to try.” He exhales, determinedly glaring at the papers in his hands. “Will help, right?” After you nod, he begins the first one, dated a few weeks after his birth.

He quietly reads next to you and pauses to ask for help. Blinking down at you as his nose turned red, lips quivering.

‘We never want you to think that we don’t love you’ they say multiple times in the letters, they call him their angel, sweet boy, their baby. You watch Steve tear up as faded memories rush back, consisting of faces he couldn’t remember.

‘You love the animals and playing in the water,’ is printed in faint cursive, ‘I always told your father there was nothing bluer than your eyes—not even the crystal waterfall.’

There were many letters, and as the final sheet is pinched between his fingers, he pulls you onto his lap. Burying his face into the crook of your neck and kissing the skin.

“Am so sad, but don’t remember them. Barely remember faces…” He rubs his nose under your ear, “Wish they were there, have so much to tell them.”

‘The world is beautiful, my angel. As are animals and nature. All things are, and always will be naturally beautiful. Although the effortless vision, be wary of those who choose to make the world a dangerous place.’

“Think I understand that…” Steve sniffles. “Not only good in the world but doesn’t mean world bad, people can be good or bad. Just have to find the good, tender.” And be good and tender. “I found my good.” He says against your shoulder.

Steve succeeds and reads them all with you hovering closely for help. It’s quite often, but you’re immensely proud of him. A comforting hand on his back, rubbing slow circles, you listen to his deep drawl.

The sheet flutters to the coffee table, lying in the bed of tissues. And Steve breathes shakily, wrapping a blanket around the both of you before sinking into the couch. He’s snug between your thighs, the side of his face pressed against your bare tummy. He kisses the softness, possessively gripping your hip with his hand. “Want you for life. To the end—and whatever comes next.”

You clap with the rest of the crowd as Steve ends the book, setting it into his lap with a grin. Avidly asking the children what part was their favourite, beginning the energetic conversation that they all look forward to.

“How is he adjusting?”

You nearly jump out of your skin, wide eyes meeting James’ as he leans on the bookshelf across from you.

He cocks a brow, “are you all right?”

“I’d be perfectly fine if you didn’t sneak up on me like that.” You huff.

“I’m here for my nephew and I’ve been standing here the entire time, but you were too lost in him again.” James notes, “seems like he has that effect on people wherever he goes, hm?”

You sigh, about to speak but cut off by loud giggles. The children have all scooted closer to Steve as he flips through the picture book, excitedly pointing at the illustrations, all of the various colourful drawings of the jungle and wild animals. Tarzan’s adventures that almost mirror Steve’s life.

“Does he miss it? I can imagine the culture shock.” James asks quietly, following your gaze, “All of the unfamiliarity, the sudden wave of new. He seems fine but… you know, never mind.” The dark-haired man lifts his arm, revealing a tiny purple coat, “I’m glad he has you. He’s very lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one.” You glance at him.

James smiles as a young boy stumbles closer, he steps forward to scoop him off the ground and turns to you again. “Always the sweetheart, aren’t you? That’s what I adore most about you. Perhaps the both of you are lucky, then.”

All of the children reluctantly leave with their parents with enthusiastic farewells and waves to Steve, who happily returns each and every one of them.

The giant frowns, eyes following James as he waltzes away. He grumbles, “Flirting?”

You blink and shrug, “I actually don’t know.”

He makes a disgruntled noise, murmuring to himself, you only catch a few words, steal, fight, and mine. “Ugh, what he thinks he’s doing…”

“It doesn’t matter what he was doing because I don’t care. He is not one of my concerns and I’ll never go—”

“—steal, he can steal you—”

“—no, he won’t. Never.” You pinch his cheek, “do you know why?”

Steve blushes, “because love me?”

You grin, going on your tippy-toes and pulling him down for a quick peck, “that’s right, baby.” You release his face to grab his hand, about to head towards the exit doors, but he pulls you back. A startled squeal escapes you as you crash into his firm chest, his arms wrapping around you instantly.

“Why not say it—want you to say it, please?”

You turn in his hold, cupping his jaw and bringing him down to your height, “I love you, Steve. I love you so much.”

The blond chirps happily and affectionately nuzzle your face. He kisses your nose. “I love you—more than reading.”

Once you’re in the comfort of your home, you change into cozy clothes while Steve strips down to his underwear. He sits on the couch and pulls you to his lap, mouthing along your neck softly, so as not to intentionally lead to anything, although he wouldn’t be opposed to it, but just a simple action to feel closer to you.

The television plays in the background to your thoughts as James’ words sink in. Of course, you’ve considered that before, but hearing it spoke those static concerns into fruition.

Poor Steve, the sinking feeling goes straight to your heart, tugging the strings in all sorts of directions and spelling out your guilt.

“FRIDAY, where’s Steve?”

“In his studio, Dr. L/N.”

When you step into the room, your jaw drops. There’s paint everywhere. Dark blue and black on the glass ceiling, there’s some deep green too, and it drips down. It’s also all over the walls, and floor, and most importantly, covering the blond man standing in the middle of it.

“Steve!”

The giant jumps, paintbrush clattering to the ground as green spills onto his feet. A half-painted tree on the sunroof, next to bright white spots.

“What are you doing? Tony said no paint on the glass.”

There are streaks of paint on his face too. “...but sky…”

You gape at the once clear ceiling that projects anything, that did project anything.

Steve looks like a kicked puppy, his furrowed brows and deep pout. “City sky… can’t see stars. Hate that can’t see stars. Miss home lately.” He confesses in a small voice, looking down at his black and blue hands. “Always slept under the stars… talked to the stars… when I don’t see it, I feel sad.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until Steve wipes your tears. His face twisting in confusion and worry, “what’s wrong?”

Every time you blink, you can see his home and his friends, Wendy, Peter and Tinkerbell. When your eyes are closed, you’re transported to that blissful heaven in the jungle with Steve, the man who smacked oranges out of your hand and carried you everywhere, the giant who risked his life for you.

Then you open your eyes and are flung back to reality.

In the city that never sleeps, a playground bustling with energy and technology. Steve is still there and he hasn’t changed, except for the altered mannerisms for the modern world and widely expanded vocabulary and knowledge. But there’s a sadness in his eyes, you can’t tell if it’s a reflection of your own regret.

“What’s wrong?” He repeats with a deep frown.

You hiccup as he rubs under your eye, brushing away the tears. “I’m sorry, Steve.”

“For what?”

“I—We took you away.”

Steve tilts his head, bare chest rising and falling with each breath. The seconds bleed into minutes and soon enough, you’re lying on your back with Steve hovering over you. His hair tickles your face as he kisses away your sadness, the delicate presses of his pink lips sweeping away the blue.

“Can be sorry… but don’t need to be.” He murmurs against your cheek. From his perspective, meeting you and leaving the jungle was both a blessing and a burden.

Hopping on a plane and flying across the globe was overwhelming enough. As was discovering the truth of himself and his family, what laid in his very existence.

The jungle was his first home, the place where he spent most of his life, discovering himself within the sky-high trees and sparkling clear waters, but it’s also where he’s nearly died a few times. The city was his second and current home, especially with you in the picture.

Simply put, he loves the jungle, he loves the city and he loves you.

The city came with so many great things, he’s been graced with introductions to opportunities and new experiences. He’s made many new friends, like Sam, Bucky, and Tony, people with who he can communicate, people who are just like him. And the food was an enormous advantage too, no more fruits and bugs, but rather meals from different cultures all around the world.

And the world—the world was huge, and there was so much to explore, so much he would have missed out on if he stayed in the jungle.

The blond sprinkles kisses from your forehead to your chin, “World… world is wonderful place, want to see every part of it.” He mumbles, brushing a hand on your neck, “Wouldn’t get to do that if never met you—or never left.”

Steve is just as beautiful as he was when you first met him. His chest heaving slightly, a faint sheen of sweat covering his skin. His hair is wet too, just like yours since you spontaneously jumped off the waterfall a few minutes ago. He seems more relaxed to be back in his element, the jungle. You squeak as he pulls you on top of him, your naked skin sticking to each other.

“Stars—missed them so much.” He has a blissful expression on his face from the sparkling of the sky. One of his hands falls to your ass, cupping the flesh firmly. “Can smell you getting wet.”

“Technically, I am wet. It’s from the water.” You gesture to the rushing falls behind you, still as clear as your first visit to the island, but a little scary considering how dark it was outside.

“So happy Peter and Wendy liked gifts. Wendy looks cute in clothes…”

You hum, silently thanking Tony’s marvellous mind for bringing you all back here again. He proposed a little project last month after the paint incident: Stark Industries to operate a reserve for the island, protecting it under the law with big and nasty, his words, lawyers to ensure no one harms the wildlife or resources.

“My lawyers won’t fail to jail anyone who messes with the manbeast’s island, and that’s a promise. We’re securing the island from anyone who doesn’t have explicit permission, creating a safety bubble of sorts, who knows, maybe you’ll live there once day, doc.”

You’ll never forget the way Steve’s eyes lit up at the mention of going back to the jungle.

“Always saw the stars when I slept here. Love seeing them again!” He exclaims, flipping you over to pin you against the blanket. Back at camp, your little shared cot is stripped bare, just like the two of you now. Steve wiggles between your thighs with a smirk. “Want to know a secret?”

You hum, half amused. “I think I already know what you’re going to say.”

The moonlight caresses his features, “Didn’t know much about sex when we were here the first time, but want to have you now. Here, under the stars… my homeland.”

“You’re going to take me right here in the wild like an animal?”

“Mhm… know you’ll like it, sunshine.” Steve grins madly, “Also know you wanted me when we met, smelt you then.”

You go to shove his shoulder, but he grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles, nibbling on each of your fingers before pressing his lips to your palm. “So little compared to me…” He mumbles, trailing down your arm to your elbow, each movement sinks him closer.

Your eyes fall shut as he kisses across your chest, to your neck, murmuring about your smell and taste.

“Moon and stars loves you.”

“Hm?”

“Moon and stars must love you.”

You shiver as his hands massage your thighs. “How do you know that?”

“Love makes people glow… and you’re glowing now.” He preens as your fingers knot in his hair, eventually cupping his bearded face. “Or, maybe that’s because you’re sunshine… but also don’t think I’m making sense right now…”

The laugh you let out is pure glee as you yank him down, your lips colliding in a slow kiss. His hard, big body presses against yours, his facial hair tickling your face, causing you to giggle again.

“Mhm—stop it! Trying to kiss you, not your teeth.” Steve grunts, laughing too. He pulls away with a grumble, “trying to be romantic, why you’re so giggly?”

“I’m happy.” And, so, deeply, mindlessly, in love.

“I’m happy too.” The giant softens, “haven’t been this happy in jungle before… feels good to be back with you.”

It does feel good, it feels great, phenomenal.

Your journey, although it was completely out of your control, started on this very island, a few miles North. You suppose it only makes sense for a chapter to conclude back at the beginning.

Looking at Steve, his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, thick lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks, you can see the faint red of his skin under the moonlight.

Looking at you, Steve remembers you saying there was no magic in your world—but you’re wrong. Because how else would he end up where he is, with you under him, a giggly and beautiful mess? How could everything fall so perfectly into place without magic?

Yeah, you both decide.

You both definitely want the other as a partner in your next adventure, making it a shared one. And hopefully the one after that, and after that. All the way to the end.

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the send-off | s.r; 2

summary | Being his best friend and assistant, Howard Stark asked you to be the first one to be tested on his time machine project. After some unexpected errors, you ended up stuck in the modern times of the 21st century. Where you meet the man you thought died years ago: Steve Rogers.

pairing/s | steve rogers x reader, avengers x reader

word count | 3.9k+

genres | angst, fluff, crack, time travel au, unrequited love au

warnings | mentions of death,

note | thank you for the love with the first chapter! here's the second part. hope you'll enjoy reading. as always, reblogs and feedback are appreciated.

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THE FIRST TIME you and Steve met was just a random encounter you had. You were bored. Howard brought you with him to New York City for his most awaited Stark Expo. The prototype for the flying car that he presented was a failure but the people still loved it since your best friend was quick to save himself from embarrassment. He was basically just putting a show on stage and you internally cringed standing there. So you just wandered around the place instead of waiting for him backstage. You found yourself in the nearby enlistment office adjacent and decided to stay to look around.

“What is the great Dr. Y/N doing here?”

You turned around from gazing at one of the framed displays to the familiar voice who spoke behind you. It was Dr. Erskine, a scientist rescued by the SSR with the help of Stark Industries. You returned the kind smile he gave you.

“I’ve had enough of watching Howard talk every time. I needed to get away.” you joked, making the older guy chuckle.

“Well, you are free to stay here in the meantime. I was just reviewing some possible test subjects for the serum.” he shared.

You were about to say something when a conversation caught your and Dr. Ernskine’s attention. You see two men talking to each other. One wore an enlisted army uniform while the shorter one held a piece of what seemed to be a registration paper.

“You don’t think I can do it.” the smaller, blonde man spoke, hurt evident in his tone.

“This isn’t some back alley, Steve. It’s a war. Why are you so keen to fight? There are lots of other important jobs.”

Your eyes move to Dr. Ernskine at the mention of the war. He already seemed engaged in the conversation. With only listening to them for less than a minute, your brain already formed context on what they were arguing about.

“You want me to sit in a factory? Collect scrap metal in my little red wagon while the men are laying down their lives? I can do as well as them and I got no right to do any less. That’s the thing you don’t get, Bucky. It’s not about me.”

“Right. ‘Cause, you’ve got nothing to prove.”

Then, a girl called out the name of the uniformed man, breaking the tension between the two. Once again, you turned your head to the scientist beside you and he slowly looked back at you. You can tell that he got an idea just based on the narrowing of his eyes. So you asked,

“What are you thinking, Doctor?”

He turned back with a small smile, “I’m going back to the office, Ms. Y/N. You are free to come if you want to.”

With growing curiosity and interest, you did follow him. You watched as he immediately rummaged through files and even asked for help from another nurse. He described the features of the man you saw earlier and you can already comprehend what the doctor is doing. He also approached the medical doctor, telling the same guy.

“Let me talk to him if he ever comes here.” Dr. Ernskine said.

You looked through the documents on the desk as Dr. Ernskine talked to the doctor. You read how the guy tried enlisting in four different names under four different cities. Today would possibly be his fifth try. He was undeniably persistent. It was rare as you know how other men were just forced to fight for their country.

“Quite determined, isn’t he?” the scientist spoke beside you.

“Maybe he is a real patriot,” you mumbled, still staring at the documents.

“Maybe not,” he responded, which made you look at him. “Maybe, he is just a good man.”

A patriot? A good man? What’s the difference anyway? You asked yourself. As if on cue, the medical doctor came in, stating that the guy is waiting on the other side of the curtain. Dr. Ernskine wore his white lab coat and entered the other room. You decided to stay and sit on one of the empty chairs. Silently, you listened to their conversation.

Steve Rogers. His deep voice was a big contrast to his seemingly fragile physique. You smiled when you heard Steve denying the files, stating that it might be the wrong file. When asked about the Nazis, his answer can say a lot about him.

“I don’t like bullies, Doctor. I don’t care where they’re from.”

He is a noble man, you thought. And knowing how Dr. Ernskine was interested in Steve, you knew he would stamp Steve’s document for approval. Minutes later, the white curtain opened fully. Dr. Ernskine walked out the door to look for the other staff, who he asked to leave earlier, leaving you and Steve alone. You immediately locked eyes with Steve’s baby blue ones. He seemed shy as he was the first one to look away. You stood up from your seat.

“My name’s Dr. Y/N. I work for Stark Industries.” you introduced yourself and he seemed surprised when you broke the growing silence. He was just eyeing your hand for a second when you offered it in front of him.

“Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you, Ma’am,” he spoke as he shook your hand softly. “You are Howard Stark’s assistant.”

Being used to being recognized in that way, you chuckled with that, “Indeed, I am.”

Steve was about to say something when the door opened again. You both stopped and looked at it, expecting the doctor. This time, it was Edwin Jarvis, Howard’s butler. He seemed to be searching for someone.

“Ms. Y/N, Mr. Stark has been looking for you.”

You looked back at Steve, “I guess I should go now… Congratulations on your enlistment, Steve.”

Knowing your best friend, the guy probably showered Jarvis with questions about your whereabouts. So you mindlessly left the room with Jarvis, not even hearing Steve’s small bye.

Ev'ry time we say goodbye, I die a little. Ev'ry time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little.

An old but familiar jazz played on Steve’s phone while he stroked the pencil on his sketchpad. He hummed along to the music. It somehow made him feel less out of place or time rather. Just minutes ago, he told Natasha and Clint that he is going to bed. But in all honesty, he just wanted an excuse to not go to Tony’s time machine presentation. As much as he wants to be a supportive friend and colleague, the machine just reminds him of your disappearance.

Steve reached for his small eraser, ready to finish his quick sketch. He carefully erased some messy lines. After removing the remaining eraser, Steve’s lips formed into a small smile. He is still proud of the outcome of the drawing.

Suddenly, there were heavy knocks on his door. He slid his pad into his desk drawer and closed it. Steve asked FRIDAY to open the door. Sam, who was seemingly stressed, entered the room right away.

“Steve, man, you need to see what’s going on out there,” he said. His tone is a mix of disbelief, surprise, and stress. He even pointed his index finger outside the door.

“Why?”

Sam was just about to answer when a loud booming sound and screams were heard. Steve quickly stood up from his swivel chair. Sam followed him behind as they walked out of his room to go to the explosion.

“What’s happening? I thought Tony was presenting his new project.” Steve said, confused.

Sam was quick to reply, “He was. But then, this woman showed up and Bucky seems to know her–”

“Showed up?” Steve interjected.

“Yeah, like poof!” his friend demonstrated with jazz hands. “Tony pulled the time machine lever and suddenly, this woman is standing on the platform.”

His confusion rose. Nonetheless, Steve continued.

“Any information about the woman?”

“I don’t know, man. But Bucky called her, ``Dr. Y/N.”

“Y/N?”

Steve had to repeat that to make sure he was not just hearing things. Another booming sound was heard in the distance. The two shared a look. Sam proceeded,

“Yeah. Spider kid said she was Howard’s assistant. Then, I–”

That was it. That was Steve’s verification of you. He is totally unsure how such an event is possible. But that information gave him hope.

“Where is she?”

A thin blanket of gray smoke can be seen coming out of their entrance. Steve walked faster when he saw Pepper and Natasha assisting a woman from the hangar. Without even seeing your face, he can already confirm it is you. Your hair color is the same, only its length seems longer. You had the exact fashion sense of a lady from the late 1940s. Slowly, your head turned up, meeting his eyes. He noticed how your eyes widened as you stuttered, calling his name.

“S-Steve?!”

Seeing how surprised and terrified you are with everything, Steve was about to offer you a smile. But then, your eyes rolled off the back of your head as your knees gave up. He immediately walked up to you and carried you easily in a bridal style. He looked at your unconscious state before looking up at everyone in the room, where he met eyes with Bucky. He seemed surprised too with your sudden appearance in today’s time.

“Dr. Y/N possibly experienced a panic attack.” Vision stated behind them.

“You should bring her to the clinic. Bruce can check on her as soon as she wakes up.” Natasha told him.

Steve nods and leaves the room with you. He studied your facial features while he took you to the compound’s clinic. He still had to convince himself that this is real even though he is literally carrying you in his arms. The list of questions he’s asking right now is getting longer and he mentally reminds himself to ask both Tony and Bruce about it later.

FRIDAY opened the door and lights as you and Steve entered the clinic. Just when he gently lays you on the empty bed, you squirm. Your eyes slowly open up. Steve watched as you squinted your eyes at the bright light on the white ceiling. Then, to him. Your eyes widened and immediately sat up on the bed. You were staring at each other for a full quiet minute. He did not speak until you did.

“A-Am I dead?”

Steve paused, lines between his eyebrows before he realized why you asked the question. He tried not to chuckle when he replied, “No, you’re not.”

You shook your head, gulped, and carefully asked another question, “Are you Steve Rogers?”

“Yes, I am,” Steve answered with a tight smile. He is ready to explain how he is alive but you were already occupied.

In the most unintentional dramatic way, you sighed with the back of your hand on your forehead, “Damn it, I’m dead.”

You were under obvious stress. But you just accepted whatever happened to you. You expected it anyway… death. Is this heaven? Afterlife? The question popped into your head. You opened your eyes again, looking around the room you were in. Well, heaven seems to like glass windows and things that seem to be gadgets. Steve looked different than the last time you saw him, the day he crashed with the plane he controlled after fighting that chilling Red Skull. You ignored the butterflies in your stomach as you gaze a little longer at him. Do people still grow beards in the afterlife? Before you can think of more things, he spoke again.

“Y/N, I told you you’re not dead. You are very much alive.” he paused. “You are just in a different year…”

Your nose wrinkled as you put on a look of puzzlement. “Then, what year is it?”

“It’s 2018.”

“What?”

You felt a headache coming, which makes you massage your temples. Standing up from the soft bed, you paced around the room. You breathed out heavily, puffing your cheeks. You were supposed to be in 1947, a week before Howard did the test trial on you. Not here. 2018?! Is anyone playing pranks?! You turned to Steve.

“Please tell me you are just making this all up,” you begged. ”Did Howard set this all up? Did I faint while I was on the machine? How are you even alive?! A-Are you even the real Steve Rogers or are you a lookalike? Is Barnes out there too? Where am I– God. This is insane.”

You almost tugged at the roots of your hair, trying to find an explanation for everything. Steve was about to calm you down when the door slides. You two turned to catch who it was. Only to notice the same man you saw at the controls earlier. Another awkward silence passed before he cleared his throat,

“Hello, I am Dr. Bruce Banner and–”

“I’m Dr. Y/N from Stark Industries.” you introduced yourself eagerly. Seeing another doctor made you somehow more impatient to ask questions. You don’t know what his doctorate is for but you hoped he can answer you. “Can you please tell me, Dr. Banner, where am I?”

“You are in the 21st century, missy.”

Another guy comes in and you swore, he almost looks like your best friend. Except you never think Howard will wear such a beard. Plus, you don’t like how he seems full of himself. Like Howard. But you got used to your best friend.

“Missy? Please don’t call me that. I already introduced myself.”

The three men around you– even Tony Stark himself– can tell that you were aggravated by the Stark’s presence. Well, in your defense, you don’t like to be called nicknames like that. You already had enough of that with the ugly geezers you interacted with in your time and if you really are in another timeline, you don’t want to hear another stupid nickname from anyone.

“Who even are you?” you asked him.

Tony, even though he won’t admit it, seemed a bit stunned and intimidated by you at the same time. But he replied, “Tony Stark.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Stark? You’re a Stark?!”

“I don’t like repeating myself but yes.”

There is even more confusion. You stared at his face for what felt like forever. Tony looked back at you, wondering why you are looking that way. If this is the 21st century and this man is a Stark…

You gasped, “You are Howard’s son!”

Tony nods at the mention of his father’s name. But before he can say anything, you already bombarded him with questions. You even felt more hopeful.

“Where’s Howard? Is he here? Oh my god! Does he look old already? I need to see him! I have many things to ask him!”

You looked at Tony and you noticed how his expression changed. His eyes saddened. It became quieter in the whole room. Like you can hear if a needle falls on the ground. Your heartbeat became louder than your hearing. Searching for answers, your eyes moved to Bruce but he looked away. You then turned around and instantly met Steve’s apologetic gaze.

“Where is he?” you asked in almost a whisper.

Steve breathed out heavily before speaking, “Maybe you should sit down first, Y/N.”

“Why?”

You were uneasy with what was going on in your surroundings and mixed emotions. All of the confusion, fear and other emotions you feel are leading up to one thing: frustration.

“Why do I need to sit down first, Steve?!”

At this point, you almost screamed at him. But both Bruce and Tony stayed quiet. Steve still tried to talk to you,

“Y/N, please calm down–”

“Well, damn, Rogers! Tell me what’s happening because I don’t like any of this!” you cried.

You did not notice tears were already spilling from your eyes. You were tearing up out of pure confusion and frustration. Even worry because you don’t know where the hell is your best friend and you want to see him now. Your lungs squeezed as you take in a lot of air. You cannot stop yourself from walking back and forth with your hands holding your head and your hips. It was like you want to run out of whatever this room is and jump back to that platform you suddenly appeared on. You tugged your hair between your fingers, crouching down. Tears continued to stream down your cheeks. You know that panicking is not the best thing to do in an alarming situation. But what the hell is this?

“I hate this.” you sobbed.

No one dared to touch you. The three men were all sorry. Bruce only looked down, fiddling with his fingers. Tony quietly crossed his arms as he looked everywhere in the room except you. When you felt someone crouching down in front of you, you spoke again between sobs.

“Just tell me where Howard is. Please.”

You looked up to the man in front of you with your eyes tired and still teary. Steve read and understood how you felt. Helpless. He knew how you wanted answers badly and he also knows how overwhelming it will be. So, his eyes darted to Tony, silently asking for permission to let you know about Howard. He nods. Steve glanced back at you.

“Let’s sit down back to the bed first,” he told you in the softest way he can.

Thankfully, you nodded and Steve sat next to you. You were still sobbing as he reached for your resting hand on your lap. Instantly, the knot in your stomach went tighter. You already have thoughts about where Howard is but you just want to hear an official answer.

Steve’s voice was heavy, “Y/N, Howard has already died.”

He waited for a reaction. But you remained quiet. You let out a deep, weighty exhale through your nose since you were chewing on your lips. You closed your eyes and the waterworks started again except it’s all quiet now. Tony decided to leave the room. Bruce followed. Steve felt your other hand gripping above his.

You murmured with eyes still closed, “When?”

“1991. It was a car accident.”

Your shoulders shake when you cried harder. Your heart was crushed into pieces. In your mind, you were praying that this is all just an ugly nightmare. You hoped that when you open your eyes, you will be back in your bedroom. Instead, you see Steve, Captain America. The one whom you grieved for two years. But now, he is here, in front of you, while your best friend, Howard, is dead.

“How is this even real?”

It was a question in your head that you mindlessly spoke out. Steve moved closer and delicately pulled you in his arms, where you cried silently.

“How is she?”

The moment Tony and Bruce walked by the compound’s living room on their way back to the hangar, they noticed everyone who was waiting for updates.

“She’s awake. She and Steve are talking.” Bruce answered as Tony seemed somber and lost. “We don’t really get to talk with her. But we can confirm that she is Dr. Y/N from the 1940s.”

Pepper quickly noticed something wrong with her husband. So she called him, “Tony?”

Everyone’s attention moved to the man. But he is still lost, too deep in his thinking. Pepper called him again. Bruce had to nudge him to finally snap back to reality.

“What?” he asked Bruce, totally unaware.

“Can I talk to you outside?”

Tony turned his head to Pepper and nodded. The two walked out and leaving everyone in the compound. The cold breezy air made Pepper hug herself while walking side by side with Tony on their way to the lakeside. They chose to sit on one of the benches. Pepper wastes no time starting the conversation.

“How are you?” she asked with worry in her tone.

Tony replied, “I’m fine. Some machines don’t really work sometimes. There’s always room for improvement.”

“No, not about that.” Pepper shakes her head. “I’m talking about Dr. Y/N.”

“What about her?”

Tony tried to act like he was not affected at all by your sudden presence almost an hour ago. But he knows his wife can see right through his nonchalant facade.

“Bucky told us who she was– is.” Pepper corrected herself. “How do you feel?”

Tony knows who you are. But only by name as he avoided looking at your picture ever since he can remember. You are his dad’s terrific assistant. His best friend since college. And also, his dad’s greatest regret.

Ever since he was a kid, Howard never failed to tell him about you. He told stories, facts, and kind words about you that Tony almost felt bad about your disappearance. But then, it later became an issue between his parents. Behind closed doors, he would hear his mother complaining how Howard never seemed to move on from who was already gone. He did stop talking about you, biting his tongue every time he thought of something connected to you.

They did have a better marriage. But Tony never forgets to think of you as a special person to his dad. His dad never confirmed the fact that you are his what if and should have been. Tony hated it that it caused distance between him and his father. He builds a better relationship with his mother until their very last years.

“I… don’t know.”

But meeting you now, in a short interaction, Tony contemplated. He still trying to figure his messy thoughts out but he had one thing for sure.

“But I can see why she’s important to my father.”

“So, you were frozen in ice and joined this group of superheroes…”

It’s been a couple of hours since you came to this timeline. Steve just told you how he survived what happened back in 1945 since you asked him to. undeniably, you were astonished and shocked by how it happened. He told you bits of the beginning chapters of his current life to somehow make you understand even a little. You were gladly picking up and telling him your conclusion. Steve was relieved to see you more comfortable sitting on the bed with your puffy eyes.

“Then, you go fight every time there is a threat, not just here in the country, but the world?” you ended. Steve nods. You smiled. But it didn’t last long since it slowly faded and you looked down, pursing your lips.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked.

You looked up, shaking your head, “Nothing… I just realized that I’m pretty much alone now. Everyone I know from my time is probably dead now.”

“You’re not alone. I’m still alive. You know me.” Steve quipped.

Your lips formed into a small smile, “Do I? I mean, you’ve been here for years now, Steve. You probably changed too.”

He shrugged, “Nope, still the same guy from the 40s.”

“The one who lied many times on his forms?” you teased and you two shared a laugh.

“Yes. That’s me, Ma’am.” he joked back, using the same formal tone. You laughed. Once you two calmed down, he spoke again, “But really, you’re not alone. I’m here. Buck will help you too. I’m sure everyone in the compound will.”

You nodded after he placed his hand on yours again. You still have a long list of questions in your mind and some are still left unanswered. Your heart is still crying for Howard and your loss. But having Steve, who can understand you, will hopefully help you to adapt to this crazy time.

“Thank you, Steve.”

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christinebloodwrittings · 3 years ago

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Hello my beloved mutual 💖💖 so happy your back!! May I request a Jotun Loki x Female reader where y/n enjoys being held/cuddled but is embarrassed to admit it to Loki as she doesn't want to come across as needy or immature

You ask I write, love 💖w💖

It's good to be back my dear💚💚

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Jötun Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Communication is the foundation of every relationship, although, your language got a little bruised on the way.

Warnings: Slight angst, FLUFF.

Loki Taglist: @lokisprettygirl22 @lucky-foxface @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @el-zef @apine7 @beakami @lokiprompts

Love language

So big!, Was your first thought when you met him, staring rather shamelessly at his muscles, enormous hands and unusual height. His body was muscular, dense, like a warrior from one of those movies of age.

"Hello little one" he approached you with a charming smile and a tender gesture, inviting you to shake his finger with your tiny hand, "Hello" you managed to say without getting your tongue tied.

He smile widen, you looked so small and cute while admiring his features. He wanted to pull you into a hug, but he feared his strength would hurt you, so instead he petted your head.

Touch.

It was so simple, a normal people action, but somehow it was so special. His skin was cold but not to harm you, it was refreshing.

His forearms looked so buff and plump, you wondered if you could simple touch them, but you felt like a creep only thinking on it, so you just tried to focus on the matter at hand.

There was an emergency with a crazy dude that froze up several places on the planet, places that obviously weren't supposed to have snow at all.

As a desperate measure, Thor called one of his friends, his brother from another mother, Prince Loki of Jotunheim.

"How do we know, Max Rebo here, can help us?" Tony tapped him on the chest, his finger sunk for a second and you were internally screaming, you needed to touch his chest! "I was born and raised on a frozen rock, I think I know how to handle ice, Stark" his remark was funny and shut up right Tony's mouth.

Your laugh, faint but lovely, was the only sound that echoed in Loki's ears, you tried to muffle your amusement by covering your mouth with your hand, but he still heard it.

"I'm glad you're able to laugh in a situation like this, agent" Steve walked inside the room, ever so serious, "Does your frown ever leaves your face, Rogers? Given the situation, you may need to cool down" your cheeky smile gave Loki the impulse to laugh, he just smiled and petted your head again in approval.

A few days of hard work and a lot of injuries, the avengers once again saved the day, the ice was melted and the people trapped in it were in the hands of the doctors and specialists of their respective communities.

Bruised and tired, you managed to reach your room, Rogers had given you a speech on how incompetent agent you were, helping only so little in comparison with much experienced teammates, it took a huge toll on you, reason why you only had strength, both mental and physical to keep walking.

Until you hit something.

"Woah, are you okay little darling?" Loki looked down at you after you collided with his calf, "Sorry, I'm...I need a hug" you made grabby hands at him, your eyes half closed. He grabbed you before you hit the ground, cradling your body on his palm.

You looked so small, so cute and helpless, beautiful even. At some point you trapped his thumb into your embrace, soundly asleep, just enjoying the touch and the attention absentmindedly.

When you woke up, a shock of embarrassment hit you like a truck, "Please don't squirm darling you might fall though the sight of your squirming and wriggling in my hands isn't an entirely unwelcome one I must admit" he cooed charmingly, making the blush on your face even worse.

"You make the cutest noises when you're flustered, did you know that?" He moved your hands away from your face after you whine out of shame. "Aww, you are adorable lying on your back looking up at me, so small and cute" he squished your cheeks gently with two fingers, being careful of not using too much force, he would hate to hurt you.

You were just so adorable and endearing, everything you did was small and lovely, he thought you the most precious like that, on his hand, close to him, he could just admire you all day.

"I-I better...go back to my room" you positioned on the edge on his hand and motioned him to lower you down to the floor, "Why little love? Is it me?" You shook your head so fast you thought your head might screw itself off, "No, it's not that! I just...don't want to seem clingy, or overwhelming, I like the feeling your skin gives me, I like physical touch and hugs, I'm a huge cuddle lover".

He saw your hesitation to speak again so he followed, "But?", you looked up at him then focused on something else as you spoke, "But I don't want to bother anyone, I know not everyone enjoys that type of stuff, I think I might like it too much and that makes people call me clingy" you chuckled, feeling a lump on your throat and a familiar weight on your chest.

"Little dove, look at me" he risen your chin a bit with his finger to make your eyes lock on his, “If someone called you clingy because you like being hugged, I'll personally crush them, no one has the right to judge your love language" he was so soft, so gentle, "But..." you wanted to object because you’ll definitely feel guilty if you abuse of his kindness, but he shushed you.

"And I don't mind you clinging to me, you can rest on my chest, nuzzle against my neck, my hands, I don't mind...I can actually see myself cuddling with you, that, if my temperature doesn't bother you" little did he know that his extreme coldness against your abnormal high temperature kind of cancel each other, so you were absolutely enjoying being able to be held again.

"Oddly enough, you aren't that cold, I touch you and it doesn't hurt at all, it feels good" Loki was so glad, the fact that you were just fine dissipated his doubts, so he just settled on the couch and brought you up to his chest.

“Oh god, your tits are so comfortable!” for a second you thought that went just through your head, but then you felt the vibrations and his loud voice, he was laughing himself to the point of tears, all while you died of embarrassment.

“Ah darling, you’re delightful, thank you for the compliment” you were dead, but fun fact, you tried to hide from him but only got to hide into his chest, which made your shame noises even louder. “Rest love, you need it after all that, I bet those bruises are killing you” they were, that’s why you passed out earlier, so you did it again, right there on his chest.

After that day, you were most of the time on Loki, literally. Usually when you’re in your most tired self, you would just climb up his thigh with a blanket and just curl yourself.

“He's perfect for her” Darcy, your friend joked, “Yeah, why?” jane questioned, looking up at Loki petting your head, “She likes ‘em big”.

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pinkandblueblurbs · 3 years ago

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Dr. Rogers

doctor!steve rogers x fem!reader. heavy innocence kink, dubcon (power imbalance)

word count: 1.5k

“Heart rate’s a little high, but that could be check-up nerves.” Doctor Rogers reports with a charming smile as he pulls the stethoscope out of his ears to hang them around his neck. You return the smile shakily, internally attributing the thrum of your heart to the way the attractive man’s presence makes your skin tingle.

“Now I’m going to feel your breasts for any abnormalities.” You can barely manage a nod in response, and the doctor reaches out, large hands snaking up under your gown to envelope the flesh of your breasts. You gasp at the contact, his skin warm and calloused, and keep your eyes up on the ceiling in an attempt at ignoring just how intimate the situation feels. His fingers knead firmly at the soft tissue.

“Do you touch yourself here, Y/n?” He asks, and the question makes your breath hitch, but he asks it so casually that you assure yourself it must be common practice.

“Um…. N-not really, no.” You murmur, swallowing nervously. The doctor hums.

“Well it’s a good habit to get into, sweetheart.” Your heart leaps in your chest at the pet name- or maybe at the way his thumb swipes briefly over your nipple. “Regular examinations are the best way to ensure you catch any changes that could be significant as soon as possible.”

You somehow manage to nod and suppress the gasp that threatens to leave your lips as his thumb- blatantly, now- makes another pass over your nipple.

“You want to run your hands along the underside, like this, feeling for any bumps that don’t move.” He explains, fingers firmly tracing below the swells of your breasts. “Then press them gently at the top so you’ve felt all around. Can you do that?” His voice is smooth and even, his light Brooklyn accent making your head swim. You nod dumbly.

“Show me.” He murmurs, pulling his hands away. You blink at him, dumbfounded, but finding his expression utterly serious, his gaze intently focused on your chest, you bring up shaky hands to do as he’d asked.

You map the path his hands had just taken, finding your own touch far less electrifying than his had been. Steve nods approvingly once you finish.

“Good girl. Now why don’t you lay back for me so we can continue.”

You stifle your nerves and shift atop the examination table so you can lie back on it, the paper covering crinkling below you. You try to ignore the warmth spreading in your stomach, the same hot feeling of need that you get late at night. Steves fingers come out to gently grasp the hem of your gown, bunching the material up and exposing your panty-clad core. You bite your lip at the way he eyes it.

“And do you touch yourself here, sweetheart?” He asks, and the question has your cheeks burning. You recall the moments in the dark, alone in your bed, and you’re not sure why you decide to be honest with him.

“Sometimes,” your whispered voice wavers, and you struggle to keep your eyes anywhere but the man beside you.

“No need to be embarrassed, Y/n, that’s totally normal.” Steve murmurs. “And do you feel anything abnormal when you do? Anything that doesn’t seem quite right?” His fingers hook in the waistband of your panties, and you watch in apt tension as he pulls them down, revealing your center. You barely remember to answer him as your hands migrate downwards to cover yourself almost on instinct.

“No, doctor-“ you hesitate, “well….”

Dr. Rogers gently grasps your wrists, and it doesn’t take much for him to coax them away from your exposed vagina and bring them to your stomach. He gives them a brief, firm squeeze that you know means not to move them again. “Well what, dear? Go on, you can tell me.”

“It, um…” you swallow, embarrassment making your voice shake. “It gets kinda wet. Really wet.” You catch the beginnings of a smirk on the doctor’s face, and your chest tightens as need swirls in your abdomen.

“That’s also completely normal, Y/n.” He assures, his gaze shifting back down to your pussy. You hold back the urge to cover yourself up again. “Why don’t you show me what you do, so I can make sure you aren’t doing anything that could hurt you.”

Your eyes widen and your breath hitches. “What? A-are you sure?” You murmur, unsure whether this is within the realm of a standard check up. Dr. Rogers nods, clearly entirely sure himself.

“Absolutely. Just do exactly what you’d do normally.” He sounds calm, relaxed, and the low baritone of his voice is almost soothing. You offer him a shaky nod.

You try to imagine it’s any regular night in your room, like he’d told you to, and after another silent moment of worrying your lower lip you let your eyes flutter shut as you trail a hand downwards. You cup it over your mound, your fingers curled around and pressed firmly against your slit, and the pressure alone is enough to have pleasure spreading through you.

You give into the fact you really do want to do this, after Dr. Rogers had touched your breasts with large hands and caressed your nipple with a calloused thumb and spoken about such private things with a low voice. Right now he’s silent, but you know he’s watching. You rut upwards, grinding into your hand, and your cheeks burn at the fact you’re thinking about him as you do it rather than pretending he isn’t there. You’re thinking about his hands and his voice and his smirk rather than just focusing on the feeling of your hand and the movement of your hips like you usually do.

Your eyes shoot open when Dr. Rogers chuckles, and you startle when you feel his warm hand on your inner thigh.

“Sweetheart…. this is how you do it?” His voice sounds darker than before in addition to incredulous, and it makes your insides feel warm and syrupy. You nod, your eyes flitting down from his face as his hand moves inwards. You gasp when his thumb breaches your folds and makes contact with a spot that has you seeing stars.

“You should touch yourself here. That’s where it really feels good.” He murmurs lowly, his tone along with his ministrations making your stomach tighten. You blink at him, your spotty gaze struggling to focus on his calm- though subtly arrogant- visage.

“M-my clit….?” You murmur the vaguely familiar word as you realize it must be the tender bud he’s rubbing. The doctor nods, smirk growing.

“That’s right, doll. Your clit.” He keeps up the movement with his thumb; small, tight circles that are so well practiced they’re almost professional.

The sensation is unlike anything you’ve felt, unlike the dull throb and faint pleasure and subtle stickiness you experience at night as you rut against your hand. What Dr. Rogers is doing to you is intense, the pleasure is targeted and has slick dripping from between your thighs.

“D-doctor!” You gasp out, back arching against the examination table as your pleasure builds. “It’s never felt like this…”

“You’re alright, sweetheart. You’re gonna cum soon, it’ll feel so good. Let me take care of you.” The man says, voice a low, comforting rumble despite the cockiness that bleeds into his tone. Your hands clutch desperately at the sides of the table, head falling back and eyes squeezing shut when something indescribable snaps within you and you plummet headfirst into sheer bliss.

The world slips away as you lose yourself to the throes of pleasure, completely unaware of your trembling limbs and the way your thighs clench tight, trapping Dr. Rogers’s wrist between them. He presses a large hand to the center of your chest, holding you still to the table as you writhe, loud moans spilling from your lips.

Slowly your surroundings fade back in and your cheeks burn as you realize how lewd you just appeared in front of your doctor- yet you feel too cloudy and lethargic to truly care. You gaze up at the doctor, who’s smiling down at you, his hand stroking your abdomen tenderly, and you return his smile with a small one of your own.

“That did feel very good.” You murmur, awe lacing your tone. “Do you show all of your patients that?”

“Not quite, doll.” He responds cooly, smile morphing back into a cocky smirk. “Most of them already know.” His touch moves upwards, callused fingers gripping your chin gently then trailing along your jaw. “It seems you have some catching up to do. How ‘bout we set up another appointment so I can teach you more, hm? There are lots of other ways I can make you feel good.” He sounds sultry and dark, and your breath hitches as a excitement courses through you, even in your tired state.

“Yes please, Dr. Rogers.”

#steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers imagine #captain america #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #marvel imagine #marvel smut #marvel

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misaverawrites · 3 years ago

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Television Show/Movie Masterlist

This is my masterlist for all my fanfiction based on television shows and movies, I write for The Walking Dead, Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice, Station 19, Star Trek, and the MCU!

The Walking Dead

Glenn Rhee:

Talk To Me

Dyin' Ain't So Bad

Grey's Anatomy

Meredith Grey:

Strain

Alex Karev:

Everything will be alright

Morning Relaxation

Intern Lounge Blues *SMUT*

Mark Sloan:

Never

Crushin’ Part 2 *REQUEST*

Together

Big White Wedding

Love

Intern Lounge Blues *SMUT*

Addison Montgomery:

Safe

Self-Care *REQUEST*

Tease *REQUEST*

Forget-Me-Not *REQUEST*

A Complex Chessboard of Doctors *REQUEST*

The Harmony of Tragedy *REQUEST*

Wedding Bells *SMUT* *REQUEST*

Derek Shepherd:

Oopsie-Baby

Someone To Rely On

Intern Lounge Blues *SMUT*

Closer *SMUT* *REQUEST*

Amelia Shepherd:

Fighter

Mia Amore *REQUEST*

Owen Hunt:

Kiss Me in the Dark *SMUT*

Death and All His Friends

Sanctuary *REQUEST*

Intern Lounge Blues *SMUT*

After *REQUEST*

Your Hand In Mine *REQUEST* *SMUT*

George O'Malley:

Keep me in your thoughts

Arizona Robbins:

Teenage Dream *REQUEST*

Andrew DeLuca:

Crush, Crush, Crush *REQUEST*

Stronger *REQUEST*

Break Your Heart *REQUEST*

Intern Lounge Blues *SMUT* *REQUEST*

MerDer:

Crushin’ *REQUEST*

Quiet

Slexie:

According to Plan (Not x-reader)

Callie Torres:

Two’s Company, Four’s a Crowd *REQUEST*

Jackson Avery:

Time After Time *SMUT* *REQUEST*

Star Trek (TOS and AOS)

James T. Kirk:

On My Mind

James

“Captain” series: (Nurse!Reader)

Part One “Captain.”

Part Two “Captain’s Orders.”

Part Three “Frozen.”

Part Four “Better Safe Than Sorry.”

Part Five “Rearrangement.”

Part Six “Docking.”

Part Seven “Drop Down.”

Part Eight “My Captain.” (finale)

Leonard “Bones” McCoy:

Misconceptions *REQUEST*

Secrets On The Bridge

Spock:

Fascination

Part One

Part Two

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Steve Rogers:

What If You Kissed Me?

Little Talks

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Roll For Charisma

Robin Buckley

Space Girl *REQUEST*

Supernatural

Castiel:

If I Only Could (Make a Deal with God)

Fleabag

Fleabag x The Priest

Fuck You, Then *SMUT*

The Only Heaven I'll Be Sent To (Is When I'm Alone With You)

Doctor Who (2005)

Tenth Doctor

Hello My Old Heart

#amc the walking dead #the walking dead #twd #amc twd #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead fandom #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead masterlist #telltale the walking dead #telltale games

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peterparkersnose · 3 years ago

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the witch and the spider chapter 5- brooklyn bridge

tasm!peter x reader

tasm/nwh!peter x reader

NO WAY HOME SPOILERS

After you and your Uncle, Doctor Strange, closed the portal on the statue of liberty life went back to almost normal. Besides the fact that the two other worldly Peter's were trapped in your universe.

*this is probably the farthest thing from anything canon

*Tony Stark, Black Widow, young Steve Rogers, Vision, Loki are all alive

*Timeline is completely off for some facts

next chapter linked at the bottom

word count: 2.6k

warnings: none

a/n MJ wtf dude, I mean go off ig. also loving the idea of dilf!peter (tobey maguire) lately but not for this fic.

masterlist

read time: 9 mins 43 seconds

gif credit @midnighterho

"MJ, I have no clue what to do." you sighed, pacing your bedroom. MJ sat on your bed cross legged. "Have you tried talking to him again?" she asked. "I mean yeah, but I feel weird." "Why?" "I don't know. Whenever I see him I either feel like I'm going to throw up, pass out, piss myself, or all three at the same time." "Oh so you've got it bad for him," MJ laughed. "I can't let myself do this. He's from another universe! He's 28! He has a life back in his universe. He needs to go back to his universe. God- he's Peter, MJ! You know how weird that is?"

You were too busy wrapped in your thoughts that you almost missed the knock on your door.

MJ followed you out to your kitchen and watched from the kitchen island. You opened the door. "Speak of the devil," MJ muttered. You flicked a salt and pepper shaker with your magic from across the island and hit her elbow.

"Peter!"

Oh my god that was way too energetic

"Hey, everything okay?" he asked. You looked at him confused. "Yeah? Why wouldn't it be?" "I don't know, I got a weird feeling. I thought I should check on you."

"Weird feeling, or did you just want an excuse to see her?" MJ asked from behind, chewing on a cookie she found. "MJ!" you gritted through your teeth. "Sorry about her she's just..." you laughed it off. "Oh," Peter 3 laughed. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "You want to come in?" you asked. What the hell am I doing?

"Oh, I mean it looks like you have company."

"You can come back later," MJ yelled again. "MJ, can you go check my, uh, phone in the bedroom?" "Why?" she smirked. "Make sure it's still charging." you gritted, crossing your arms.

"I'm sorry about her she's... quite a character." you laughed. "Oh, it's alright. But what she said- later? I would love- I-I mean like to see you again." he said, staring at his shoes and trying to muster the courage to take a glimpse of you. He was very visibly nervous. "That would be nice." you smiled. "Thank you for checking on me," you smiled. "Anytime I mean- do you have a phone? I mean of course you do but," "You want my number?"

Internally. Screaming.

"Yes, actually. That would be great."

You pulled the pad of pen and scribbled it down on a post it.

"See you later?" "I'll text you."

You closed the door and ran into your bedroom, squealing. "OHMYGOD MJ t-this doesn't feel real HOLY SHIT!"

"Wait-" she said, shushing you. Your door was knocking again.

It was Peter, again.

"I-I'm sorry but the last digit got smudged and-"

Oh shit. Did he just hear me?

"Oh, uh it's okay. Here," you awkwardly laughed. Your face was bright red. You re wrote the number and handed the piece of paper back to him. Your hands touched for a moment, and you felt your witch senses go off. You were surprised you didn't shock the poor boy then and there. You saw the hair raise on his arm. He sensed it?

"Okay," he said, smiling. You two both ignored the fact that you just shared that spiritual sense moment.

"Okay,"

"I better go, uh, thank you." he said, backing down the hallway giving you an awkward wave.

"See you later, Peter!" you yelled down the hall.

"You did it!" Peter 2 exclaimed. Peter 3 was sitting on his couch, bouncing his knee up and down. "I knew you could, buddy. Your amazing."

"I don't know I mean, I haven't done this since Gwen." he sighed.

The vision of Gwen falling down that clocktower repeated in Peter's head.

"Nothing bad is going to happen, Y/N can hold her own. What did you say- she can't die?" Peter 2 asked. "Yeah, well, it's still a lot." "She's not Gwen, Pete. You're okay." Peter 2 reminded Peter 3. "What if this is stupid- she's from another universe. But something about her..." he trailed off. "Makes your senses go nuts, huh?" Peter 2 asked. "Yes! I can't explain it." "That's how I felt with Mary Jane. I mean, it's complicated but I still love her." "Gwen didn't even make me feel this way." Peter sighed. He loved Gwen so much, he felt so guilty betraying her. "Gwen would want you to be happy." Peter 2 said, patting Peter 3 on the back. He almost read his mind.

"So, what are you going to text her?" Peter 2 asked eagerly. "I haven't even began to think about that," Peter 3 sighed, placing a hand on his forehead. "Start off basic- a 'Hey, it's Peter.' is probably good."

Peter pulled out his phone. He was surprised it was still functional here, but to some odd rules of the universe it was.

He typed in your number in his phone

To: (your number)

Hey, it's Peter.

"Should I send it?" Peter 3 asked, his hand was shaking. "What is this- high school? Just send it. We're all adults."

sent.

He threw his phone across the couch and couldn't bare to look at it.

"Hey- look at me." Peter 2 said.

"You are doing great. Everything will be okay," "What if she think's its weird- I mean it has only been like 38 hours since I've met her," "Do not doubt yourself. You are Spiderman. You are amazing at everything you do! Hell, your a very handsome looking fella," Peter 2 laughed. Peter 3 smiled. "See? You've already gotten a response," Peter 2 said, picking up Peter 3's phone.

From: (your number)

Hey.

"Just a hey?" he groaned, throwing his phone back at his pillow.

"A little immature, I'll admit it. Maybe she's writing more." Peter 2 tried reassuring him. "Immature? I mean, she is 20." "Oh my god she's 20. She probably thinks I'm a creep!"

"Hey- no thinking like that. If she thought you were a creep she would have totally ignored you by now."

Peter 3's phone lit up again.

From: (your number)

I'm sorry about my friend earlier, she has some crazy ideas.

"See? She's starting a conversation."

He saved your number in his phone.

Y/N (Witch)

"How many other Y/N's do you have in your phone?" Peter 2 asked. Peter 3 shrugged. "I like staying organized."

It was the middle of the night. You were fast asleep, when suddenly you were jolted awake.

You had no clue, but three doors down Peter was awoken also.

Your senses told you something was off- something wasn't right. You threw on your robe and poked your head out of your room. The hallway was dark and empty, minus the one flickering light at the end of the hallway. You quietly made your way down the hall and looked out the window where the light flickered. As you stepped under it, it went dark. You were about to take out your phone and turn on the flashlight, but you were grabbed in the hallway and swept into a room.

You struggled against your perpetrator but once you regulated yourself, you found yourself with Peter.

He looked at you with a finger over his mouth and shushed you. "What is happening?" you asked him. "I'm really sorry please just stay here," He slipped past you, leaving his quarters.

Why am I sitting alone in his quarters?

You then saw from the corner of your eye, a blue man flying through the air.

"Electro,"

You immediately were about to speed into action, but Peter 1 came into the room.

"Look," you said, hiding behind a dresser and watching him aimlessly float over the city. Peter 1 joined you. You noticed he was already in his spider suit. "Oh, so we're fighting now?" you asked him. "No, I am."

"Your going to need my help Pete," you sighed. "No, I want to do it. Be the one to kill this sick-"

"Hey!" Peter 2 whispered, poking his head into the apartment. He gave Peter 1 a nod and Peter 1 started to follow him out. "Where do you think your going?" you say, grabbing his arm. "Y/N, this could be our only chance." "Your not going without me." you insisted. "Y/N you don't understand-" "I understand completely fine Peter. Let me get changed." you said, pushing past him.

You were exiting the apartment and was met by Peter 2. "Hey, could you please just stay here." he begged, looking concerned. "What is everyone's deal? I'm going out to help Peter kill that thing." you sighed. "But Y/N-" Peter 1 said from behind you. "It's after you."

"And how do you know that?" you asked, whipping around to see Peter 1. "Mr. Stark's equipment picked up on some energy readings in the last hour and they were directed at harming you."

"That's why I saved you from the trap before, he was trying to get you." Peter 3 sighed. "Why would he want me?" you asked. "Remember when we found Mr. Osborn, before you had all that energy come out of you. It injured him pretty badly." Peter 1 explained. "He's been re charging and gaining back his strength but he wants you dead."

"It hurt him- even better reason to let me come." you yelled, pushing past Peter 3 and into the hallway. Peter 3 webbed you back to him. He wasn't expecting to do it as hard as he did, and you flew into his arms. "Y/N. Don't." he said. You could see a tiny flicker in his eye. You recognized it as the memory of Gwen. Mind reading at it's finest. You sighed, stuck in the man's embrace. He didn't want to loose you.

"I want to fight." you insisted, struggling in the webs around your wrist. "Please Y/N, just stay here." Peter 1 begged. "Absolutely not!" you yelled, now pissed off. What right do these men think they have telling you to stay here and let the men go out and do the fighting.

Peter 1 webbed you to a chair against your will. They brought in a half awake Tony. He was unbelievably pissed off he was missing his beauty sleep to babysit you. "Just please make sure she stays here Mr. Stark," Peter 1 sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Be carful out there, kid." Tony yawned.

Peter 3 looked at you, bound up in the chair. He felt so guilty for doing this, he would have loved being out there and fighting along side you. He also knew he had absolutely no right doing this. The longing in his eyes tied a knot in your stomach. He couldn't bare staring at you any longer and followed the rest of the Peter's down the hallway.

"What's up with that?" Tony asked in a suggestive tone once they left. "What?" "You and uh- Peter." "Which Peter," you smiled coyly. "You know- the scrawny longer nose one." "Oh, Peter 3?" "What, you two hooking up or something?" Tony asked, crossing his arms. "Are you interested in him or something?" you said, mocking his tone. "C'mon Y/N. I saw the way he looked at you."

You sighed. "Your not really the type of person to confide in." "Alright, alright. Don't tell me then. I'm just going to assume the worst." "The worst?" "Oh, I dunno. Maybe you two haven't spent a moment apart, and I mean apart." Tony said, making the dumb pointer finger hole sex reference with his hands. "Oh Jesus, Tony. That is NOT true." "Really? Because you could already be infected with his hybrid spider-witch babies and-"

You were sick of hearing this and gave him a simple sleep hex. "Now, how to get out of here." you muttered to yourself. You used the reflection spell and teleported out of the webbed chair. You ran to your quarters and put on your suit. Next, you used the conference room and searched for any reports of where they could be.

Multiple Spider-Man's spotted at the Brooklyn Bridge? posted 3 mins ago

Spiderman sighting on the Brooklyn Bridge, WSAP News Tonight posted 6 mins ago

Mysterious Villain spotted fighting THREE Spidermen? posted 38 seconds ago

"Brooklyn Bridge,"

You ran off Tony's launchpad into the air, heading straight towards the Brooklyn Bridge. You were almost there- you could see the bridge. It looked abandoned, normal. No Spidermen to be found. You were almost there, when a shot of electricity flew through your body. You hit the ground hard, leveling up grass in your path as you fell in an empty park.

Electro flew to you, hovering above you in the air. "That hurt," you yelled to the man. He grunted and shot more electricity at you, but you blocked it with a portal that faced right back at him. His electricity overloaded him once again, but he ended the strain out of his hands. "You think you can do this- defeat me?" he yelled. You got up from your pile of rubble and flew up to his level. "You want to try?"

You were conjuring an energy ball just as a web tied around your waist. "God fuckin damm-"

You were pulled through the air and met by Peter 2 in a tree. "What the hell are you doing?" he panted. Electro took notice to this, but was hit by an electric web by Peter 1. That distracted him and he flew after Peter 1. "I had it covered before you had to pull me away." you yelled. "We meant it when we said stay back." "Really? Because I was about to kill that thing in another three seconds before you pulled me away."

"Where is Peter 3?" you asked. "Why?" Peter 2 asked. Oh god, why did I ask that

"I-I dunno I was just wondering." you lied. "He's out looking for you. When Stark came to he called all of us."

Thanks, Tony.

"Let me go find him."

"No, I'm taking you back to Stark Towers." Peter 2 yelled. "Funny." you smirked, hands crossed. "Excuse me?"

You grabbed Peter 2 and flew through the air with him. He frantically tried to web off to another surface, but you were flying too fast.

You found Peter 1 fighting Electro, looking pretty tired. You dropped Peter 2 off on top of a building.

"Now I know why MJ hated that," he panted, trying not to throw up.

"Hey, Electro!" you yelled, balling up the energy again. He turned his attention from Peter 1 to you. "Don't!" Peter 1 yelled. You threw the ball of energy at him, and he just absorbed it. It wasn't powerful enough.

Electro laughed, taking a large sum of his energy and shooting it at you. You couldn't move fast enough. It was inevitable to hit you. In what seemed like slow motion, Peter 3 shielded himself in front of you out of nowhere.

"Peter!"

The blast knocked both of you on your asses on top of another roof.

Peter 3 was shaking in his suit. You ripped off his mask. His skin was painted black, his hair was fried. Electro found you again.

You were so angry. He hurt Peter. You could have been able to handle the blast. Peter was merely human.

You built up the largest amount of energy you had ever used. It took almost all of your functional energy. You blasted this at Electro, and he writhed in pain. He yelled, sending lightning bolts out over the river. He then seemed to combust, falling apart. He was dead.

You dropped to your knees, then fell next to Peter 3. He was breathing heavy. Your energy was gone, you were surprised you were even still conscious. You turned over with whatever energy you had left and grabbed his spandex covered hand. His eyes were wide, in a panic. Your vision went blurry as he slowly faded from your sight.

Chapter 6

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