#maree’s29thbirthdaybash

[threeminutesoflife]

Medicine Goes Down

Pairing: Dark!Sam Wilson x Reader Summary: Dr. Wilson helps the medicine go down Warnings: non-con, stalking, doctor/patient abuse  Word Count: under 900

prompt: “None of us are responsible for our hearts, only our actions.” - Reign - 2.11 (Getaway)

a/n: Happy Birthday (challenge) @marvelmaree - hope you have a wonderful birthday!!❣️🎂

He swallowed your scream with his mouth, rough lips and strong hands. Pushing you harder against the wall, his breath licked the curve of your neck as he muttered compliments alongside the shell of your ear. He greedily grabbed at you, snaking his hands under your shirt and grazing his palms along the bottom edge of your bra. 

He touched his forehead against yours, “We won’t be apart any longer, princess. Our new home is ready. You’ll be the perfect trophy wife. My little birthday girl, all dressed up and fucked right.”

You shook your head at the delusional plans this stranger had for your future. Clawing at his wrists, you tried pushing him away, “St- stop... Leave me alone!”

“Shh, it’s okay. You made me love you,” Sam’s hand spread around the smooth column of your neck before ripping you off the wall. “And I do love you, princess, so very much. Tell me you love me.” 

The glass from the broken window crunched under your feet as he walked you backwards through your dark bedroom. He yanked your hands away from the closest doors when you tried to latch on.

“I don’t even know who you are! Just leave! I didn’t do anyth-”

He cut your protests off with a shake, his hands covered your shoulders as he pushed you further onto the bed and bridged himself over you. 

“Admit it, princess. Admit how much you want to be my wife. The perfect... The beautiful… my Mrs. to your Dr. Wilson,” Sam said between kisses along your clavicle. “You’ll call me husband in public.”

Dr. Wilson? Your mind raced trying to place the name. Twisting your head about, you tried ignoring the way this stranger bit at your neck as you thought of new ways to reason with him.

“None of us are responsible for our hearts,” your eyes stung, “…o-only our actions. Make this right- let me go. Please.”

Your eyes darted back and forth, hoping to find compassion hidden under his desire.

Wiping away a tear, he stroked your cheek and smiled, “You’re right, princess. We and we alone are responsible for our actions. I’ll make sure all my actions are precise. Open up and say, ‘Ahh.’”

 ____

Dr. Wilson looked over your patient chart after typing the short response. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so flat with his reply? He could have told you to contact him directly and not the receptionist. He could have even told you to call back in a few days to update him on your status.

Why didnt he do that? Knocking his fist against his head, he cursed himself. Stupid.

Did he already ruin the start of your relationship with him? His fingers traced your name on the screen. He'd fix that. 

Scanning over your past commentary in the online doctor appointments, he knew this was right. You were warm and carefree with your words. 

You made him anxious, all that sunshine he yearned to bottle for himself. He needed this. You would be good for him. He was once jovial and generous with his wit, but years had a way of making one brittle and cross. 

So, you?- You'd be his medicine. 

_____

Good Morning Dr. Rogers,  I hope things are well, I’m emailing today to try out the new online doctor appointment program. It’s another new season with another new allergy.lol I had a sinus headache since last week, took some over the counter meds but it hasn’t improved. No fever at least…

Hi Dr. Rogers,  Hope all is well. It’s been a couple of months since I last bothered you.lol Doing another online appointment because of another sinus headache. Been running a low-grade fever this time...

Hey Dr. Rogers,  Long time no talk (which was good for me.lol) but it’s time to participate in your favorite game- the case of reoccurring sinus issues. This human petri dish has been battling them again. The meds you prescribed last time worked quickly. I hope things are good for you and you’re enjoying the weather! Any help you give is appreciated! Thank you for all your time!

Good Afternoon y/n, This is Dr. Wilson. Dr. Rogers is currently out of the office. I sent an order to your pharmacy. Do not hesitate to contact the receptionist, if you continue to have discomfort.  Sincerely,  Dr. Sam Wilson

You read the response for the third time and groaned just as loudly as you did when reading it the first. 

Dr. Wilson. 

Other doctors had access to your online visit emails? It made sense now that any doctor in the office could access them. But why couldn't you have realized the possibility sooner to save you the embarrassment? 

Maybe you should email him back. Apologize, break the ice, ask for a prescription for verbal diarrhea? No, no that would be even worse.

And then there was the part about being a ‘human petri dish’ and all those exclamation marks? You might have well pasted a healthcare insurance meme in there. Why do you have to be so obnoxiously friendly? 

Just write the symptoms out, act normal, be polite, and remember not everyone wants to be your friend. At those thoughts, you facepalmed yourself another time for good measure. 

At least you’d never have to see Dr. Wilson again once Dr. Rogers returned.

[amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes]

Innocuous

AN: Written for @marvelmaree birthday challenge. Happy birthday, my love and I wish you many, many more! My quote will be in bold and is from Frozen. 

Warnings: Smut (that I still don’t know how to write), not really sex pollen but issa gas? If that makes sense? Awkwardness and embarrassment cause that’s my jam.

Pairing: Steve x Black!Reader 

Word Count: 2,836

"Well isn’t this grand." 

Maria sighed from the small wooden table in the corner of the hotel room. She had just finished pacing the floor and now sat with her head in her palm. You lounged on one end of the long, gray sofa while Steve occupied the other end, a light sheen of sweat forming on his skin. A long groan rose from him as his head lulled over the back of the sofa. Maria followed him with her eyes as she drummed her nails against the wood. Steve was murmuring to himself but the audible hum of the AC unit put you in a state of tranquility. The three of you had stripped out of your tact uniforms, only wearing a tank top and the black pants underneath and the cool air was welcoming to your still humid skin. 

"Banner, run all of that by me again." Maria ordered into the phone. Rolling your eyes, you propped up against the arm of the sofa and crossed your legs at the ankle. She had been so nervous, scared even, when Steve being ever heroic and dramatic jumped in front of her and was hit square in the face with some sort of gas. A bit wafted to you but Steve took the full brunt of it. He claimed to be unharmed, possibly to put the worried Maria at ease, but as the mission came to completion, it was clear that he wasn’t fine. 

"Yes we made it to the hotel but Steve isn't looking so-" she was apparently cut off and her eyes snapped to you. "She's ok. No signs." You pointed to yourself before giving her a thumbs up before motioning to Steve and making a cutting action across your throat while sticking your tongue out and crossing your eyes. Maria gave you a deadpan look before turning her attention back to Steve. His eyes were wide and trained on the ceiling, his brows furrowed as if in concentration. She jerked her head towards him as her eyes returned to you. Frowning, you glance at Steve before throwing her a confused shrug. She glares at you as she motions to Steve again. 

"Steve?" You called to him as you scoot closer to him. He hums in response as he rolls his head towards the sound of your voice. You reach out to touch his forehead to feel for a fever but retract your hand as his eyes connect with yours. Maria, who was watching intently, clicks her tongue and signs as Steve shifts his body towards you. 

"You good, big boy?" 

"You see that fish on the ceiling?" he whispers before sighing loudly. Red blotches had begun to break out over his arms and you look around the room for something to cool him off. Maria nods towards the bathroom as if reading your mind and places the phone in the crook of her neck. Finding a towel near the sink, you ran it under cold water making sure it was drenched before returning to Steve. You didn't bother to wring it out and allowed the excess water to drip down onto Steve. You kneel on the cushion next to him and place the towel on his head as he reaches up to grab your wrist. 

"This ok?" You ask and hear Maria advise whoever she was talking to of your actions. Steve nods as his grip on your hand tightens. You flinch but keep your hand on the towel. Steve rolls his shoulders before turning to face you again. His eyes are wild, making you frown as you regard him, his blue eyes seem darker. His eyes find yours and you swear you see them dilate. 

"Uh, Steve?" He doesn't answer and he leans forward and rests his forehead against your chest, nose buried in the top of your cleavage. You hear Maria stammer through her sentence before hanging up the phone. She comes to your side and lets out a deep breath. 

"The only thing they know concretely is that the gas isn't lethal but they don't know all the effects it will have but you'll live." 

"Reassuring" the sarcasm dripping from you as you give her a fake smile. Steve turns his cheek to rest on your breast as he now begins to watch Maria. "I told them not to send us to the Everglades this time of year but no. No one listens-” you're cut off by the surprise of Steve wrapping his arms around your waist. 

"I can hear your heartbeat. It's fast, like a drum." He slurs and you turn to Maria. 

"What effects can that stuff cause?" you clear your throat loudly to hide your rising discomfort as he begins to run his nose over your breast. 

"Sweating, hallucinations, enhanced senses and libido, possible memory loss-" 

“Enhanced what?” you interrupt as you give her an incredulous look.  

“Hm?” Maria feigns confusion as she tilts her head to the side. She takes a tentative step back as her eyes wander over you and Steve with a mischievous glint.

“Maria...”

“Some of the side effects can be alleviated.” she paused as she crossed her arms as a smile spread across her face. You raised your hand to gesture for her to keep talking. “With homeopathic remedies.”

Confusion danced on your features as you replayed her sentence. Your mind wasn’t working at full capacity at the moment and Steve’s actions weren’t making it any better. With a huff, you look down at the mess of blonde hair hovering just below your nose. 

“Throw me a bone cause I have no idea-”

“Oh he’ll definitely throw you one.”

"You smell like jasmine." Steve interjects and inhales deeply for emphasis. Your eyes go wide as he nuzzles deeper into your bosom. Maria barks a laugh before quickly covering her mouth as you both stare at the man. His hands have started to roam your back before trailing downwards to your butt. You protest and try to wiggle away from him but his tongue darts out and licks across your chest. Realization hits you suddenly and you gasp. Maria makes a ding ding sound and you shake your head.

“I can’t. We can’t. He’s my superior! This violates so much in the rule book.”

“What rule book?”

"Maria, get him off me. Or at least take my place!"

"No, please. You feel so good." He pleads as he begins to palm your ass. You shoot a look at Maria who is watching Steve with growing amusement. "So soft."

“Looks like your commanding officer has chosen. Well, I should get going.” she moves to get her phone that she left on the small coffee table. You attempt to wiggle away from Steve who has begun to knead your ass and moves closer to you effectively caging you between him and the arm of the sofa. Maria continues to move about the room, gathering her things and ignoring your pleading gaze. “I’ve been cleared to leave but you two need to let the gas run its course.” Maria winked as Steve began to kiss up your neck. His large hands move down to your thighs and much to your chagrin, your body begins to react. 

You groan as your head begins to spin. Scooting back, you try to place as much distance between you and Steve, the arm of the sofa digging into your back. “No one ever listens to me.” you pout as Steve moves into your space once again to lay on your body. “You know, you’re way heavier than you look.” You hear Maria laugh loudly before the click of the door signals her departure. 

“Steve?” you don’t know why you whisper his name when you two were the only ones left in the room. He hums as his face is buried in your neck, one of his long legs now on the floor. “If we’re gonna do this, there’s gotta be some rules, ok? Sit up.” 

Begrudgingly he sits up and off of you, one knee bent on the cushion by your foot. You sit back as far as you can, the arm of the sofa still preventing you from going any further. “Do not hurt me. You’re a human tank, don’t break me. If I get uncomfortable at any time, you stop. Or I’ll shoot you. I’m not joking.” you pause to allow your words to sink in and you receive a nod of acknowledgement.

“Ok. Ok, I understand.” his voice is stronger than it was earlier and you take a deep breath before standing. You remove your shirt and as you move to unfasten your pants, Steve jumps up to follow suit. Before you can get your pants and underwear down your hips, Steve is already naked and waiting. You motion for him to sit back down on the sofa and he does so without breaking eye contact with you. His hands reach for you as you clamber onto his lap, your thighs spread over his. A nervous breath pushes from your lips as his hands resume roaming your body. He learns forward to press gentle kisses to your neck and as you bare more of your neck for him, a deep moan rumbles from his chest that permeates through you. He moves you over him, his length pressing your inner thigh causing you to tense. Steve brings his attention back to your face, cupping your cheek.

“I won’t hurt you.” the deep, lustful tone taking you by surprise. You lean back a little overwhelmed but he follows you and presses his lips to yours. The kiss is not what you expect; it’s softer, more passionate than you would have guessed given the current situation but you allow it to happen. Bringing a hand to the nape of your neck, he pulls you closer to him and effectively deepens the kiss. Your arms drape his shoulders as you relax in his grip which he takes as your final acquiescence. He shifts under you, his arm coming around your waist to position you over his waiting length. Breaking the kiss, you follow his lead and shift your weight downwards to lower yourself, the tip of him now at your entrance patiently waiting. You continue to lower yourself and as you slowly descend you draw a sharp breath at the burning stretch. Not noticing before, you realize you’re embarrassingly wet but thankful because you needed all the lubrication you could get. 

“Don’t hold your breath. Relax.” his voice floats around your head and you release the breath you weren’t aware you were holding. His arm is still wrapped securely around you and he uses it to pull you forward, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You moan as his free hand moves to your other breast and gives it a gentle squeeze. Mollified by his actions, you begin to relax your muscles and in doing so you take more of him. Before you know it, you’re grinding your hips into him, your thighs spread further over him. His mouth moves to your other nipple and his hand drops to your hip, pulling you towards him in time with your rhythm. You pick up speed as your body comes to life, set ablaze by the man under you. 

Light nibbles to your neck and chest urge you on and as you feel the telltale signs of your release, your moans increase in frequency and volume. Steve grunts under you, his arm around you serving as an anchor. He wants so badly to take over, to fuck you harder but in his hazy mind remembers he made a promise. He keeps reminding himself of that but when your walls begin to flutter around him, his resolve begins to dissipate. He moves you against him faster as he leans forward for leverage. A cry of his name is the only warning he gets before he feels you spasm above him, your arms wrap tight around him as your juices leak from your body. A symphony of incoherent words and moans fill the air as you feel your back press against the sofa. Seizing the moment, Steve has maneuvered you under him as the tremors from your orgasm begin to subside. He hovers over you as your breath begins to even out and his lips find yours in a kiss too sweet for the situation. You allow him once more to control the dynamic of the kiss before breaking away when you feel him begin to roll his hips into you. 

Your hand presses against his abdomen, the firm muscles contracting under your touch. You moan as you try to vocalize your thoughts; you need a minute to compose yourself because it feels like every nerve in your body is in overdrive. But basic language skills allude you as he removes your hand and kisses each knuckle. He grinds down again and unconsciously your legs part further, a silent invitation for him to continue. He hooks his hands under your legs and brings the back of your knees to rest on his forearm. You both gasp at the sensation the new position brings and Steve moans low in his throat. 

His pace is polar opposite of his kisses; hard, focused, driven. Steve pulls two orgasms from you before his stride is interrupted by stutter in his hips. Your toes curl at his sudden jerking motion before yet another orgasm overtakes your body and your vision whites out. You can't hear or see but feel a warmth engulf your body seemingly inside and out. 

The warm feeling begins to subside and is slowly replaced by a weight. It pins you in place and you struggle underneath it. Your eyes peel open to a mop of blonde hair right under your nose. Your mind is fuzzy but soon clears enough for you to hear the low hum of the AC unit and feel the cool air on your naked legs. You try to shuffle away from the weight and gain just enough distance to see Steve’s naked body laying on your equally naked form. 

"Steve?" You call to him but his responding snore is all you get. You groan and cover your face with the one hand you have free, the other trapped to your side by Steve and rapidly going numb. "That really happened? Yes. It did." 

"And you guys have been sleeping for like half a day." 

You scream and jump at the voice, your eyes quickly scanning the room to find its source to see Bruce standing next to Maria who was wearing a Cheshire grin. The action stirs Steve who yawns and attempts to snuggle closer to you. Bruce moves to sit on the arm of the sofa by your head, careful not to place his ass in your face. 

"How are you feeling? Any lingering effects? Nausea?" 

"Bruce, can we not right now?" 

Maria snickers, moving to squat next to the sofa "Why? A little preoccupied?" 

"I see Steve has some atypical dermatitis but it seems to be fading. Have you noticed a rash on yourself or-"

"Bruce I'm begging you. Not now." 

Maria snorts a laugh before shaking Steve’s shoulder. "Wake up, Cap. Time to go." 

Steve grumbles something to her and sluggishly sits up. You quickly try to cover yourself but your arm, still numb, won't cooperate. With his weight completely off of you, you pull your legs up and let out a deep sigh resigning yourself to be half covered. Bruce begins to question Steve but when he doesn't supply an answer, you bashfully chance a glance at him only to see him staring at you in pure bewilderment. 

"What happened?" Steve directs the question to no one in particular. Bruce, never missing a beat, begins to explain the effects of the gas and with every word out of Bruce's mouth, Steve’s blush deepens. The impending embarrassment lingers in the air and you shield your face in the crook of your arm. Maria picks up on the growing discomfort and clears her throat to get Bruce’s attention. 

“Let’s give them a minute to dress?” she poses it as a question but is already ushering Bruce out the door. He protests with medical terminology that goes over your head and in seconds the room is silent again. Neither of you make a move and at last you turn to look at Steve. 

“Well,” your voice is tiny and hoarse which embarrasses you even further. 

“Well.” he repeats. “This is awkward. Not you’re awkward, but cause we’re…I’m awkward. You’re gorgeous. Wait, what?” 

You laugh in spite of the situation and he groans loudly. You reach over and pat his arm in solidarity. He sighs deep before turning to you. “Is it too late to ask you on a date?”

You laugh again which prompts him to finally smile. “I mean I usually don’t sleep with people on the first date, or beforehand, but I’m willing to make an exception.”

Tagging: @marvelmaree @sapphirescrolls @golden-ariess @avintagekiss24 @plussizeappreciationfics @bluestarego @steveslulbaby @titty-teetee 

[samwilsonsbabymama]

Maree’s Birthday Writing Challenge

So, first off I want to say thank you to everyone that follows me. I love you all so much.

My birthday is coming up and I’ve been wanting to do a challenge for about a year now, but I never did it UNTIL NOW and I’m super excited about it!

Rules/Guidelines

- You don’t have to be following me, but it would be pretty sweet if you did 💖

- Requests need to be sent through my ask box please, first come first served basis, I’ll cross off taken prompts as fast as I can

- When you send me the request, please add who you will be doing it for (Keep it Marvel please) and if you change your mind, please let me know

- You can choose one (1) prompt from each category (there are 3)

For example, you can choose one from Quotes, Songs, and an AU for your (1) fic

- I’m allowing three (3) authors/fics per prompt. I’ll add more if I need to.

- Reader insert, please. POC!Reader fics are more than welcome (I’m literally begging because I still don’t see many out there!)

- One-shots and series are welcome (Please make a masterlist if you’ll be doing a series!)

I will reblog every submission and create a masterlist

- Tag me, and tag #maree’s29thbirthdaybash please!

- If I don’t reblog within a few days, send me a DM with a link because ya know, Tumblr 🙄

- Must include proper warnings at the beginning of the fic (smut, non-con, dub-con, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, etc.) 

- Writer must be 18+ to write smut, and no incest or underage if you do write smut

-The minimum is 500 words but no maximum (Please add a read more if more than 500 words)

Deadline:

- June 11, 2020 (My birthday 💖)

Quotes

"Don't ever call me 'doll'." - Lola Bunny, Space Jam (1996) ( @uhlxis​ - Bucky Barnes)

"I am running away from my responsibilities. And it feels good.” -– Michael Scott, The Office Season 4, “Money” ( @sapphirescrolls​ - Sam Wilson)

"I believe I am my best self, my truest self, when I’m with you." - Sidney Parker, Sanditon - 1.07 ( @yournonlocalpoc​ - Valkyrie)

"I don’t make love to you because I want a baby. I want a baby because I love you." - Reign - 1.15 (The Darkness)

"I knew the moment I saw him that I never stopped loving him." — Emma Swan, Once Upon a Time, Season 3: Nasty Habits

"I've dreamt about leaving so many times." "That's the problem with most people. They dream about what they want to do instead of really doing it." - Cinderella and the Fairy Godmother - Cinderella (1997) ( @avintagekiss24​ - Bucky Barnes)

"None of us are responsible for our hearts, only our actions.” - Reign - 2.11 (Getaway) ( @threeminutesoflife​ - Sam Wilson )

"Once you blacken your heart, it only grows darker...and darker. Trust me, I know." — Regina Mills / Evil Queen, Once Upon a Time, Season 2: Welcome to Storybrooke

"Please… Don’t leave me. I love you.” - Belle, Beauty and the Beast (1991) ( @the-omni-princess​ - Bucky Barnes)

"Take it with you so you’ll always have a way to look back… and remember me.” - Beast, Beauty and the Beast ( @writeyourmindaway​ - Bucky Barnes)

"This is awkward. Not you’re awkward, but cause we’re…I’m awkward. You’re gorgeous. Wait, what?” – Anna, Frozen (2013) ( @amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes​ - Steve Rogers )

"We share one heart and nothing can come between two halves of one heart." — David Nolan, Once Upon a Time, Season 4: Fall

"Well, let's see. You have three options. Either you do it, you do it, or you do it!" - Loca, That's So Raven ( @fangirlextraordainaire - Steve Rogers)

"What is right can never be impossible." - Belle (2013)

"You can’t marry a man you just met.” – Elsa, Frozen (2013)

Songs

1 + 1 - Beyonce

Battlefield - Jordin Sparks

Be My Escape - Relient K

Come Close - Common

Feels Right - Alina Baraz

I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston

Love All Over Me - Monica ( @fangirlextraordainaire - Steve Rogers)

My First Love - Avant

Next Lifetime - Erykah Badu

Stars - The XX - ( @writeyourmindaway - Bucky Barnes)

Tattoo - Jordin Sparks

The Boy is Mine - Brandy & Monica

To Me - Alina Baraz ( @tgigoldie​ - Killmonger )

What Hurts the Most - Rascal Flatts

Your Ex-Lover is Dead – Stars

AUs

A/B/O AU

Biker AU

Bodyguard AU ( @writeyourmindaway​ - Bucky Barnes) )

CEO AU ( @dumbchick - Sam Wilson )

Fae Au

Fairy Tale AU

Fake Dating AU ( @fangirlextraordainaire - Steve Rogers)

Fantasy AU

Friends to Lovers AU ( @that-damn-girl - Sam Wilson)

Marriage of Convenience AU

Mobster AU

Musician AU

Neighbors AU ( @freddiefcknmercury - M’Baku)

Pirate AU

Roommates AU ( @drtycomputerx - Sam Wilson)

Royalty AU ( @avintagekiss24 - Bucky Barnes)

Soulmate AU

Sugar Baby AU ( @wawakanda-btch - Erik Stevens)

[samwilsonsbabymama]

Mina... Ma'am you have given me something that I've been missing. Dark!Sam Wilson??? Wait not. Dark!Dr. Sam Wilson to be exact. Be still my beating heart 💖💖💖 and when he said

"...Open up and say, Ahh.”

I nearly fucking died!!!!!

I loved this 😫😫😫 thank you so much for participating and posting this lovely fic!!!

Medicine Goes Down

Pairing: Dark!Sam Wilson x Reader Summary: Dr. Wilson helps the medicine go down Warnings: non-con, stalking, doctor/patient abuse  Word Count: under 900

a/n: Happy Birthday (challenge) @marvelmaree - hope you have a wonderful birthday!!❣️🎂

He swallowed your scream with his mouth, rough lips and strong hands. Pushing you harder against the wall, his breath licked the curve of your neck as he muttered compliments alongside the shell of your ear. He greedily grabbed at you, snaking his hands under your shirt and grazed his palms up along the bottom edge of your bra. 

He touched his forehead against yours, “We won’t be apart any longer, princess. Our new home is ready. You’ll be the perfect trophy wife. My little birthday girl, all dressed up and fucked right.”

You shook your head at the delusional plans this stranger had for your future. Clawing at his wrists, you tried pushing him away, “St- stop… Leave me alone!”

“Shh, it’s okay. You made me love you,” Sam’s hand spread out around the smooth column of your neck before ripping you off the wall. “And I do love you, princess, so very much. Tell me you love me.” 

The glass from the broken window crunched under your feet as he walked you backward through your dark bedroom. He yanked your hands away from the closest doors when you tried to latch on.

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