Summary: After months of being separated from Thor, the reader is in no mood to wait to get him in her bed
A/N: Holy shit, I finally managed to write a thing!!! Shout-out to @lipstickandwhiskey for always coming through on smut prompts- you da best, sister wife!
Maybe it was the way he looked in the flickering torch light, golden skin gleaming under the soft glow. Perhaps the sweet, potent wine curling warm in your belly was to blame. Or maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t seen him for far too long, his duties on Midgard keeping him from your home, your bed. Whatever the cause, your body ached for your beloved, an insistent clamor too loud to be ignored.
Prompt: life is so much more beautiful and complex than a number on a scale
Pairing: Peter Parker x Plus Size Reader
Words: 1863
Warnings: Fluff, Slight Negative Self Image, Mentions of injury
A/N: This is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ‘s full figured fanatsy writing challenge. I had so much fun writing it, so enjoy!
As you looked in the mirror, you couldn’t help but feel disappointment. A boy had ditched you on a date because you weren’t willing to lose weight to date him.
“You’re decent looking, but you could lose a few before we take things further.”
The words rang in your ears. Why did beauty have to equal thin these days? In the nineteen fifties women were raved to be big, the thicker the better. You also heard of a few girls being too skinny for some guys, who wanted the boobs a the bum, but not the girls who didn’t have the extra “assets”. You just wished one person interested in you could see past your weight, and get to know the person on the inside, what really mattered and defined you.
You also wished society wasn’t so shitty, like Ned and michelle’s relationship, who both were so totally different, but saw the good in each other. They had started dating a few months back and were what drives you to try to be patient for someone right at the time.
Summary: Reader struggles with her body image after having children.
Warnings: nothingnreally… it’s fluff
Pairings: Thor Odinson x Reader
Words: 758
A/N: Okay, so my first crack at Thor…sort of. This is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Full Figured Fantasy challenge with Prompt #14: Your body is not ruined.
Quote: Your thunder thighs are powerful, strong, and beautiful Pairings: Thor Odinson x Reader Warnings: Implied Smut, Angst, Fluff Key: F/A/D- Favorite Alcoholic Drink Author’s Note: This is my first time writing for Thor and a Plus Size!Reader so please be gentle!
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Summary: Bucky is mad when you cut short a mission. Word Count: 327 [tags under the cut] Warnings: Angry fluff, language Author’s Note: We’re super excited about these drabbles and hope you enjoy them.
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“Why would you do that?” Bucky raged, striding toward you down the long hall.
You scoffed loudly and rolled your eyes hard enough that the tears that were forming disappeared. “Gee, Buck. I don’t fucking know. Maybe because I was petrified of losing you!”
“That doesn’t give you cause to abort the mission.”
Shit, you had never seen him so angry, but angry was a better look on him than death. You would do it again. No questions asked. God, you were so goddamn angry at him, you could just scream.
“Fuck you, Barnes,” you snarled, shoving at him the second he stepped within your air space, but Bucky’s steps didn’t falter.
He grabbed your shoulder and hip, and yanked you into him, the solidness of his chest making you grunt. His lips were on yours and his tongue was in your mouth as he kissed you savagely. You grabbed his shirt and twisted your fingers in it, your nails catching in the threadbare cotton. Torn between shoving at him and pulling him into you, you growled into his mouth.
Bucky backed you against the wall, pinning you against it with his hips. The merciless kiss continued, his beard burning your chin, his fingers digging bruises into your hip and the back of your neck. One of your hands carded through his hair, the strands like silk against your skin.
With a gasp, Bucky pulled back and stared at you with lust-blown pupils. With a bemused huff, you shook your head and pushed up, brushing your lips against his. The air was tearing in and out of both of you, catching on your hair, thickening the already tangible mood.
Rather than move, grab your hand, and walk with you to your shared room, Bucky stayed there, a thigh nestled between your legs, one hand flat against the wall, your hand on his back, your face in the crook of his neck, his cheek resting against your hair.
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“Bucky, please don’t do this.” You sagged against the wall, lower lip caught between your teeth, the first tear forming at the corner of one eye. “Please. This is all a huge misunderstanding.”
“No, Y/N, it’s over,” Bucky muttered, shaking his head. “I can’t…I can’t do this anymore. I’m…I’m just holding you back. I’m not what you need, I-I’m not good enough for you. Seeing you with that guy last night-“
“He was just a friend!” You could feel the sob building in your throat, clogging your chest, making it hard to breathe. Why couldn’t Bucky understand?
“- it made me realize that you can do so much better than a broken down soldier like me,” he finished.
“Don’t do this,” you repeated, ugly sobs wrenching their way out of your throat, your hands shaking uncontrollably.
Bucky stepped into you, his hands on your arms, invading your space, so close you could feel his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. He kissed you, just a brush of his lips against yours, his fingers digging into your forearms as he resisted the urge to pull you closer.
Your fingers twisted in his plain white t-shirt, dragging him forward, pushing up and into the kiss, soft, slow, desperate, foreheads pressed together, tears streaming down your face, heart stuttering in your chest. When he finally released you, all you could do was watch as he turned and walked away.
Title: Crack for Cats Summary: In an effort to win Thor over, Bucky buys him a cat toy. Word Count: 526 [tags under the cut] Warnings: Language, Thor is high on catnip Author’s Note: Y’all can thank @flamehairedwritings for these drabbles. I love you!
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Thor was zooming around the apartment, his large paws slapping loudly against the floor. His ears were turned back and his tail was all puffy, resembling a feather duster.
With his eyes narrowed, Bucky sat on the edge of the counter and watched the feline, his own legs swinging back and forth, elbows on his thighs. If Thor ran any faster, Bucky had no doubt he would suffer from whiplash as he tried to keep track of the cat.
“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” he murmured.
Thor meowed loudly as he tore through the kitchen, collapsing on the floor in front of the couch a moment later. He pawed at the newly-purchased toy. As his claws snagged the material, he shoved his nose in it and sniffed rapidly, his whole body shuddering as he did. He rolled to his back and started kicking at the toy with his back legs, his front paws still holding the toy over his face.
Bucky moved to jump down, to grab his phone and call you. He must have made a noise because Thor jumped no less than five feet in the air, landed sloppily on his paws, and tore off once again. He would disappear down the hall and into the bedroom, knocking things to the floor, and scurrying out mere seconds later.
The cat slid to a stop in front of Bucky and stared up at him, eyes wide, pupils blown, a strip of gold surrounding them. They darted all around Bucky’s face, down to his arms, then his feet, his very bare feet.
“Don’t you do it, cat,” Bucky warned, his voice low and menacing.
That was when you came home. You let loose a screech when the door closed and Thor jumped up, turned around mid-air, and landed on his paws, his eyes drilling into yours. He bolted out of the kitchen and snagged his toy, rolling over to his side loudly.
“Whaaaaaaat is happening right now?” you asked warily.
“I don’t fuckin’ know,” Bucky muttered, shoving off the counter after you stood between his legs and kissed him warmly. “I thought I’d get him a toy, see if I could get on his good side.”
You watched the way Thor was behaving and shook your head. “Does it have catnip in it?”
“Just grabbed a toy from the shelf,” he answered.
Somehow, Thor didn’t notice when you walked over and pulled the toy away. He just laid there, panting, his tail flicking on the floor. You grabbed a pair of scissors, cut open the toy, and shook out a rather large bag of catnip.
“This,” you chuckled, holding the bag out for Bucky to see, “is like crack for cats.”
Bucky took it from you and sniffed it, making a face at the pungent odor. “It’s fuckin’ gross.”
Before either one of you knew what was happening, Thor was on the counter. He surged forward and plucked the bag from Bucky’s grip.
“No, Thor,” you cried, but it was too late. The bag was ripped open and there was catnip all over the floor. Thor rolled around on the flakes, chittering loudly as his eyes glazed over.
Summary: Clint finds a way to cut through the tension on Christmas. Word Count: 260 [tags under the cut] Warnings: Hectic Christmas, fluffy fluff Author’s Note: We’re super excited about these drabbles and hope you enjoy them.
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The house was loud; Christmas music in the background, overrun by children, adults talking over the ruckus, several dogs chasing those rambunctious children in and out of the house, over and over again. Clint could see it in the tightness of your shoulders, it was almost too much; the constant noise, almost tripping over everyone and everything.
Thinking quickly, Clint snagged the mistletoe that was hanging by the front door, and snuck up behind you, holding it over your head. Several family members chuckled and pointed, which grabbed your attention. Seeing the mistletoe above your head, you shook your head and turned to face your husband.
Clint was smirking down at you, his eyebrow arched. “Ma’am, I think you owe me a kiss.”
“Is that so?” you sassed, your hands raising to rest on the collar of his very ugly Christmas sweater.
He dipped down and brushed his nose against yours. “It is.”
As his lips brushed against yours, you smiled and sighed happily. You never thought you could be this happy. Even surrounded by raucous children and pets, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Clint went to pull back, but you weren’t ready for the kiss to end. You gripped onto the collar of his sweater and slanted your mouth over his.
Before anything could escalate, Clint wrapped an arm around your waist, lifted you easily, and walked around the corner, dropping the mistletoe along the way. There, the two of you away from prying eyes, with your back pressed against the wall, Clint returned your heated kiss.
Summary: you thought you could do it this time round
as its everything you wanted and everything you don’t
Warnings: angst
Word Count: 1202
Author’s Notes: this @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan angst writing challenge, and I’m currently channelling
real-life angst at the moment so hopefully this isn’t a pile of messy emotional
garbage. The prompt/quote I am using is ‘I wonder how you say goodbye to
someone forever?’. I used the song ‘holding on and letting go’ by Ross
Copperman as more inspiration as well as ‘hold on’ by Chord Overstreet, so if
you want to get the vibe – here’s the link: holding on and letting goand hold
on.
Rain.
It’s always raining when something emotional or tragic
happens, you guessed it was good and bad karma hitting you every time the
heavens opened up. You had a love-hate relationship with rain, it depended on
what kind it was and where you were while it was happening. It was love when
you were inside, and it was heavy, the sound made you warm and calm while it
was hate when you were outside in every variation of rain there is.
You made sure your desk was facing your window,
whatever was out beyond there seemed more peaceful than what was decaying your
brain refusing to let out any convincing or conceivable sentence.
Rolled up and scrunched up paper balls littered the
basket and the space around you, the right words just wouldn’t come out. These words
were real and meant something to you and the someone who is soon to read them –
for better or worse.
“Please, please, just come home. I need you to come home to me. God, just come home or let me come to you. I need to see your face.” – Well that just broke my damn heart. I can hear Bucky saying it and ugh, it makes my heart hurt.
Summary: While Bucky paints the apartment, Thor decides to have a little fun. Word Count: 554 [tags under the cut] Warnings: Tomfoolery by Thor, language Author’s Note: Y’all can thank @flamehairedwritings for these drabbles. I love you!
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Bucky took a step back and stared at the wall he had just painted, searching for any spots where the paint was either too thin or too thick. He wasn’t sure about the color, but it was one that Y/N loved, said it made her happy. While it wasn’t exactly how he wanted to spend his time off, he couldn’t say no to that, could he?
After deciding that the one coat was good – for now, he tied his hair back, turned on an oscillating fan, and prepared the next wall for a coat of paint.
Thor sat on the counter, despite many objections by Bucky, and watched curiously as paint was applied to the walls. First one wall, then the next, one coat of paint, and another. By the time Bucky was done, the sun had started to dip low in the sky.
“What the -” Bucky groaned loudly. There were paw prints all over the hardwood floor, in Y/N’s favorite color, the paint seemingly mocking Bucky with its brightness.
The large cat was standing next to an overturned bucket, his front paw extended, hovering above the pool of paint.
“Don’t you fuckin’ do it,” Bucky warned. “I already have to clean up that fuckin’ mess.”
If cats could smirk and arch their eyebrow, Bucky would have sworn Thor did just that as he plunged his paw into the paint.
“God damn it,” Bucky snarled, throwing down the brush onto the tarp before lunging after the cat.
Thor tore off, sending drops of paint through the air, smearing paint on the floor with his paws as they slid, sending the usually graceful feline careening into the fridge. He righted himself with a loud meow and backed up into the cupboard.
Bucky couldn’t help but snort in laughter. “Come on, man. Take it easy. You got nowhere to go.”
Thor’s tail was twitching back and forth as his wide eyes scanned the room. He really didn’t have anywhere to go, but that didn’t stop him. He surged forward and slid between Bucky’s legs.
“Mother fuck,” Bucky growled as he spun on his heel. He watched in horror as Thor ran back to the tarp and tripped over one of the brushes, landing in the pool of paint with a heavy slap.
Bucky grabbed Thor by the scruff of his neck and hauled him out of the paint. “You’re lucky Y/N loves you so god damn much.”
You opened the door to find your boyfriend holding your cat by the scruff. They were glaring at each other, Bucky’s finger in Thor’s face and paint dripping from Thor’s long fur. Pulling the buds from your ears, you looked around the apartment with wide eyes.
When your eyes had completed their journey and landed back on the two men in your life, you had to laugh. Bucky had a streak of paint on his face and in his hair, and Thor, well, he looked like a drowned cat, only colorful. You shut the door behind you, kicked out of your shoes, and removed Thor from Bucky’s clutches.
“I’ll clean him up, you get the floor?” you cooed, batting your eyelashes as you pushed up to kiss the corner of his mouth.
He waited until you were in the bathroom before booming, “That cat’s a menace!”
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