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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | 6’6” Steve, feral behaviour/feral!steve, nomad!steve, fluff, scientist!reader, gentle giant!steve, soft!steve, size difference, SMUT - minors DNI, size kink, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, sort of animal-like behaviour, mentions of dead parents, specific warnings in each part.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that.

♫ ·ﾟ𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝗧𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗪/𝗖 | 23.9K + 7.1K in blurbs

𝗔/𝗡 | well hello everyone! This is based on my short drabble about Tarzan!Steve, but changed a bit for storyline purposes. In this verse, Sam has always been Captain America and best friends with Bucky. Also, since I felt weird with consent from Steve’s side, there won’t be smut until part 2 where he’ll fully understand what sex is. BUT, there will be an alternative dark!Steve version that’s sort of just pure filth because why not. No gifs/photos belong to me, found bottom ones on Pinterest [1 | 2] all credits go to the original creators. [*=smut] ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

Feel free to send blurb requests or asks about this series! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

For blurbs and the alternative dark version since this story is completed: 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 — ​˖◛⁺⑅♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: (3/3)

(1/3)

(2/3)*

(3/3)*

Alternative DARK version*

What A World Drabble Masterpost: 1 - 2

Role Reversal: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞 [feral!reader]

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒/𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

bubbles

a lil about steve

marking*

typical jungle boy behaviour*

little hand

baby fever?

his mind, body, and soul*

9 kink drabbles* (see more drabbles in the gallery👇)

steve and his adventures with food: 1 — 2 — 3 — 4

steve wants a pet: 1 — 2

letters from steve

winter wonderland

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘: tags

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: #what a world drabble

Discussions/Drabbles: thots — fluff — dark — dark!reader — angst

All asks — Theories — Art — Ideas — Videos/TikToks — ??

Specific tag drabbles: sex toys* — periods — sex tape*

Tarzan!Steve aka WaW!Steve — Dad!Tarzan!Steve

Spicy Videos

Setting: Jungle

Do you think you could write about short sized! Reader working for Bruce banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her.

Get A Life

You sat comfortably at your desk, analysing recent data on your computer screen. To an everyday person what would look like a jumbled mix of numbers and symbols to you made perfect sense. 

“Bruceee.”

“Ah-huh.” He responded, eye deep into a telescope.

“The optimal temperature for nuclear reaction is…” 

“100 million Kelvin… depends.”

“Figured.” You grumbled, nibbling on the end of a pen.

He rose from his stool, moving towards your desk and minimising the screen.

“This might sound hypocritical coming from me, but you need to get a social life.”

You re-opened the screen, eyes zoning in on him “This is social.” Gesturing between you both. 

“No this is work.” He minimised the screen again. 

“It’s a hobby.” You re-opened it,  

“That you get paid to do.” He minimised the screen once more.

Before you could continue your game of cat and mouse, a knock at the door caused both your heads to rise.

“Sorry to interrupt I just came to drop off these documents for Y/N.”

Your eyes darted up to the large frame leaning against the door, his blue eyes never leaving yours as he offered a soft smile, holding a thick manilla folder in his hands like it was nothing. 

“Oh yeah, okay, I was just about to go.” Bruce rose, walking past Steve.

Bruce raised his pointer finger at Steve, leaning in close and whispering while you were distracted by the screen in front of you “I…MIT won’t stop calling desperate for her to join so don’t… you know because I will go Hulk on your ass.” 

Steve gave him a respectful nod “I won’t.” 

“Good.” With a slap on the shoulder Bruce made his way out. 

Steve stalked towards you, placing the folder on your desk with a thud.

You skim through the contents only to find blank pages.

“These are all blank?”

“Yes, they are.”

“What… why would you… what?”

Steve’s hand rubbed the back of his head “I just wanted an excuse to come see you.” He smiled at you sheepishly. 

You sighed, rising from your desk making your way to the chemical cupboard with Steve close on your tail.

“I’m in the middle of making universe altering research breakthroughs Steven.” You thumbed through the walls of vials and chemicals.

Steven. Only you called him Steven. Not Rogers. Not Captain. Steven. And while he’d choke out anyone else who called him that besides his mother, he loved hearing his name fall from your lips. 

“Which is why I think you deserved a break.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with me talking breaks around here?”

“Because you work the hardest.” You momentarily paused, turning your head over your shoulder, catching the sincerity on his face. 

“I’m not a superhero.” You shook your head. 

“You are, in a way…” He moved forward coming behind you as you reached upwards, pushing your weight onto your tippy toes to reach the container on the top shelf, your fingertips barely brushing it. Even in heeled boots you couldn’t even reach. 

With a swift motion, he placed his hand on your hip to pull you back slightly, raising his toned arm and grabbing the container effortlessly and handing it to you.

“I can’t even reach the top shelf.” Blush rose to your cheek at the feeling of his body so close to you. 

“Yes, but even superhero need help sometimes and more importantly… lives.”

“I have a life!” You moved out of his reach going back towards your desk. 

“When was the last time you had a beer with us? Or didn’t go into the lab for a day? Or went on a date?” He spat out.

You paused, turning on your heels, eyeing him.

“What do you want?” You said bluntly, crossing your arms over your full chest.

You were annoyed and he could tell. But he was absolutely obsessed with the way you looked in this moment, eyes piercing right into his soul through your glasses, your hair in a claw clip with strands sticking out and falling over your face. The tapping on your boot against the linoleum floor and the way your arms crossed pushed your chest together revealing a small sight of cleavage under your sweater. 

He shouldn’t have found it as sexy as he did. 

“I’d like you to take a break…”

You went to interject him and give him a 1000 reasons why you wouldn’t take a break until he finished…

“So, I can take you on a date.”

Your mouth fell agape but you were quick to recover with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Do you want me to warm up the CAT scan? Seems your brain has turned to mush from being in the ice so long.”

“Y/N please.”

“Steven, I don’t date.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not scientific and it’s not logical, it’s unexplainable nonsense that drives women to insanity.”

He crooked an eyebrow up at you. “I don’t think you could get more insane than you already are if that helps.”

You rubbed your temples turning on your heels to go back to your desk until you felt a strong hang grab your wrist and pull you back into a hard chest. 

“Y/N, I see what you do day in day out for this team, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. But I also see how when you’re focused your eyebrows knot together, how I know which pencils are yours because of the bite marks on ends, how at the end of every day you let your hair fall out and you shake it with your hands, how the sweat drips down your chest and soaks your sports bras in the gym, how when you make a sly comment everyone laughs because you’re funny without realising and I can’t stop looking at you and I won’t but I desperately want to see what’s in your mind behind formulas and data because I know there’s more to you than that so if you would give me the pleasure I really REALLY want to be the social life you so desperately need. I see you, more than you know. And while it may not be mathematical, it makes perfectly calculated sense to me.”

You sucked in your lips, emotions swelling inside of you. His head bowed towards you, foreheads touching. 

“Please.”

You nodded unable to form words as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you in as his lips lightly brushed yours, forcing you to relax in his grip and reciprocate the tender kiss.

“I’ll see you at 7pm - don’t be late.” He gave you final kiss on your forehead, walking out with a beaming smile. 

Leaving you in shock as you finally let out the breath you’ve been holding in and warmth spread throughout your body. 

I have this platonic request where Steve Rogers is In the future, being on the avengers team, and living in stark tower. Before he joined, he found his little sister, reader In the retirement home. He visits two or three times a week. One day, when he returned from a mission with Sam and bucky. Steve received word from Natasha that his sister passed away. The team comforts him

Family Matters

A/N: Aww this was sad but very sweet! Thank you for your request I hope you liked it. 

Steve adjusted his tie in the mirror, picking up the bouquet he made his way to the local retirement centre. 

 “Hey Steve!” Molly, the friendly nurse welcomed the striking superhero at the front desk. 

 “Hey Molly, how’s she doing?” Steve smiled nervously at her as they walked down the hall to your room

 “For a 88 year old pretty good, I’ll leave you two to it.” She smiled, scanning him through the facility and opening the door to the luxurious room.

 “This is the 3rd time this week! Shouldn’t you be saving the world or something.” The elderly woman croaked from her bed. Peering her eyes over her book.

 “It’s good to see you too SJ.” Steve pulled up the chair next to her bed, grabbing her wrinkly hand in his young ones.

 “You look good for someone whose 93.” She smirked at him.

 “Yeah, well you were always the better looking one. Mom would always say she saved her best looks for you.”

 “She did and I didn’t need no serum for it… just lots of sunscreen and luck!”  

Her chuckled at his aging sister. While she may be old, he could still see flashes of her golden locks now camouflaged in a sea of grey locks above her head. They say the eyes don’t age and they were right. Her piercing blue orbs still as bright as the last day he saw them before he went off to war. 

 “How you feeling sis?” His eyes turned to concern.

 “I’m old Steve, I aint supposed to feel like I’m 22.”

 “Yeah, I know, I know but how’s your heart? Are they treating it?”  

“It’s still pumping, they keep trying to feed me this stupid medication.” She waved her hand at the bedside table, peppered with Rx bottles. 

 “You gotta take ‘em SJ.” Steve’s tone turned serious as he scolded his sister.

 “Like hell I do! Aint no way I’m interfering with God’s plan for me.”

 When Steve found out SJ (Sarah Jr) was still alive, his first order of business was moving her out of the crappy government retirement home they shoved old timers in who have no family. He got her a room in the best facility in the country with the best doctors and the best care. 

 Steve sighed at his sister’s stubbornness. Doctors were doing their best but without her taking the meds she didn’t have long. 

 “Well, you’re the only family I’ve got left.” Steve grabbed one of the bottles, shaking out two pills into his hand.

 “So, I need you to take the pills, Sarah.” She looked at her brother with a scowl.

 “Please?” Taking the pills from him she gestured for the water on the bedside table. Swallowing the tablets and then sticking her tongue out at him for good measures. 

 “Good girl.”

 The siblings laughed as they talked about the changing world, family members once here now gone and reminisced on happy childhood memories. 

 The sun had gone down and visiting hours were almost up. Steve got up to leave, grabbing his jacket from the chair. 

 “Alright well I’ll see you next Thursday then.”

 “Hopefully.” She gave him a soft smile. He went to exit the room

 “And Steve?”

 “Yeah sis?”

 “Thank you for all this. It’s very cushy. I’m glad to have you back.”

 Steve walked over back to the bed. Kissing his sister on her forehead. 

 “It’s good to be back.” He smiled. “Love you, see you next week! And take your goddamn pills woman!”

 “Love you too.” She whispered as he left the door. 

Exiting the ship with Bucky, Steve was met with a solemn Natasha, Stark and Bruce at the base of the ship.

 “What’s with the long faces, we came back in one piece didn’t we.” Bucky quipped. 

 “Steve, I… it’s… the retirement home called… It’s SJ...” Natasha choked out, holding back tears.

 Bucky’s face dropped. 

 Steve didn’t even respond, walking straight past all of them towards his car, still in full uniform.

 “Captain.” Stark went to stop him but Bucky put his hand on his shoulder, pulling him back.

 “Let him go.”

 Steve raced into the facility, jogging down the halls until he saw a blotchy faced, Molly at his sister’s door. 

 “Steve, I’m so sorry.” 

 She stepped aside to let him into the room.

 The flowers he brought last week now dead, with fallen petals surrounding the base of the vase. 

 Her bed now neatly made with a singular envelope on top.

 He sat on the bed slowly, patting the now pressed white sheets. 

 He picked up the letter.

 “STEVE” written on the outside in his sisters handwriting. 

 Opening it slowly, he read the contents. 

 Steve, I told you I wasn’t going to interfere with God’s plan and our lord has decided it’s my time. While you didn’t age one bit, some of us did and while I know this pains you, life and death must prevail. If momma saw you now, she’d beam with pride, I’ll make sure to tell her how our little Steve has saved humanity time and time again. I don’t have many possessions and no family besides you. So, while I can’t give you anything material to remember me by, you have my eternal gratitude for making sure my last days on earth was some of the happiest of my life. I think the last time I smiled like I did with you was before you left. Tell Bucky, I love him, and he missed out on taking a dime like me out! 

 While it hurts now, I know you will continue making me proud without me there. I will always be your biggest cheerleader.  

 I love you Stevie.

 Yours truly,

Sarah J Rogers. 

 Tears fell onto the paper, as Steve sat there, letting it drop to the ground. He wept at the loss of his sister.

 Hours later, Steve returned to Stark Towers. The AVENGERS gathered around the table in silence, anticipating his arrival. He entered the room, heads raised waiting for him to speak.

 “She’s gone.”

 Immediately, they all rose to comfort him. Surrounding him in a warm hug. 

 “She was the last bit of family I had.” Steve cried out.

 “That’s just not true buddy.” Tony interjected. 

 “We are a family.” Natasha added. 

 Steve gave the group a soft smile through tears, Bucky coming up to him and embracing him in a hug.

 “Hey, hey, it’s ok, I’ve got you.” Comforting him in a hug as Steve fell into his arms. Tears staining the cold shoulder of his metal arm. 

 The rest of the evening was spent sharing memories of her life as the group laughed and cried, reminiscing on the now gone sister. 

 “Gosh, If I only I ever told her how much I liked her.” Bucky groaned.

 “She knew buddy, she knew.” Steve turned his best friend, smiling.