Steve Rogers x Reader She's A Man, Baby, A Man!She’s a Man, Baby, a Man!Steve Rogers x Reader She's A Man, Baby, A Man!2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Request for THEHERO
A/N: So as I’m sure you’ve noticed, I use a lot of song titles and lyrics and other references in my titles. Extra points if you recognize them.
(Male/n) is just a guy name you like. You can choose.
You stretched your aching muscles and let out a jaw-popping yawn as you awoke. Your body was still sore from your last mission. It had been a simple information retrieval, but things hadn’t gone as planned and you’d ended up tied to a pole. Your arms had been twisted uncomfortably, the round pole had pressed harshly against your spine, and the concrete floor beneath you wasn’t the most comfortable surface to sit on.
You sat up, wincing at the pain that stabbed your back and legs. Swinging said legs over the edge of the bed, you stood, and a strange feeling rushed over you. You felt taller, bulkier, stronger. You looked down at yourself and nearly screamed. Your lady parts were go
Clint Barton x Reader Dude Looks Like a LadyDude Looks Like a LadyClint Barton x Reader Dude Looks Like a Lady2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Request for Agent Mujaji
A/N: Damn this took forever! I’d get a burst of inspiration, write it out, and then get total writer’s block. I almost forgot it was a love story, it was kind of a side plot.
On the bright side, longest one-shot yet!
Clint shuffled off the elevator and into the Tower once reaching the floor that contained his room. He had just returned from a month-long mission in another country, and he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was drop his bags on the floor of his room and collapse into bed.
He was on his way to do exactly that when a shiny (f/c) object lying on the floor caught his eye. Despite his exhaustion, something inside him told him that the object was yours, leading him to stray from the path to his bedroom to pick it up. Holding it close to his face, he discovered that it was indeed yours. It was your favorite necklace – an amulet you’d inherited from your mother. You’d alw