Bucky hated Taft on sight. The man was everything he wasn’t. Slick, suave, charming. Once Penny had navigated the gauntlet that was her outer office area, thanking people for their cards, or emailed well-wishes, Taft was lying in wait for her in her office.
Bucky new his face, of course, but still had to stop himself from reaching for a weapon when he pushed open the door and found the man sitting in Penny’s chair with his fancy shoes perched on her desk.
His shoes were the one part of his wardrobe Bucky had refused to compromise. He’d polished the boots to a high shine, but they were still steel toed and military ready. He had a second pair designed by Stark for fancy dress, still comfortable, still steel toed and combat ready, but they just weren’t the same as the heavy boots he knew would do severe damage if he were to kick motherfucker Taft in his prissy face.
“Help you?” Bucky growled, holding Penny back.
“Penelope, my dear! I was so worried about you!” Taft cried when Penny came to a stop in the doorway.
Summary: You knew that this was the last day. It was either going to be the last day of your abduction, or the last day of your life. You knew Steve would save you, but you also knew life didn’t always work out the way you wanted.
Author’s Notes: I wrote this chapter faster than any other in this series, it felt like it just flowed. I hope it’s not just my bias, and that you, the reader, actually enjoy it! Thanks, as always, to @MsEnglish101 for reading, finding the plot holes, suggesting fixes, and making my writing a lot better.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Plus-Size OFC
Word Count: 5800
Warnings: Fluff, family and new relationship drama, some pretty strong angst, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Sleep was useless. The floor was cold, the blankets were scratchy and you were alone. You saw the sun start to rise through the small sliver of window not covered by the blackout curtains and prayed – prayed as hard as you ever had in your entire life. You asked God to help you, to watch over your children, your parents, your siblings, your friends. You asked for peace, you asked for forgiveness for all the stupid, selfish stuff you’d ever done. Lastly, you asked for strength – the strength to do what you needed, when you needed to, without hesitation. When you opened your eyes, the sun was higher and the little sliver of light was just enough to make a silly little shadow. You brought your knees up to your chest and breathed slow and deep – even without the benefit of a clock, you knew today was it. The men holding you made it clear that they needed whatever they wanted from Steve today, or you were dead. You closed your eyes again and saw your daughters. You knew once the tears started they wouldn’t stop. You let them come. You waited for Steve.
I’m sitting here, sobbing in relief and of the mental anguish that has happened, and is yet to come. I can’t put into words how much I love this series.
Summary: Summer vacation was wonderful – time with your children, time with your boyfriend, time with your friends and family. You cherished every moment, so when your children went on their annual trip with their Dad and Steve and Bucky were called out on a mission, you took the opportunity to spoil yourself rotten. It was glorious. You should have known it was too good to last.
Word Count: 6300
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Plus-Size OFC
Warnings: Fluff, family and new relationship drama, some pretty strong angst, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Author Notes: First and foremost, another huge thanks to @MsEnglish101 for being such an amazing editor – you have made this story so much better! We all know a good story has some conflict, or it’s just a children’s book – with every good, there must be some bad, or something like that. I hope you enjoy. I always love reading your feedback, so please keep it coming. Thank you!
The summer life was the life for you. Your daughters were happy with some time at camp, opportunities to make money (their kids camp success at the 4th of July party had made the rounds of all the people there, as well as friends of those there and the business was booming on the local house party circuit), and time to just lounge and chill. You had all decided to take a long weekend trip to a nearby camping ground, which specialized in “glamping” – basically a decent hotel in the woods. Though you all loved nature, you loved indoor plumbing even more. Steve was invited, but to your surprise, they also wanted Bucky to come. They asked him when he was over for the now-routine Friday family dinner, and his fork stopped midway to his mouth.
Summary: The sweet relief at the end of another school year was immediately followed by your excitement to celebrate Steve’s birthday and celebrate the 4th of July with a long-overdue party thrown by you and your best friends.
Word Count: 4800
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Plus-Size OFC
Warnings: Fluff, family and new relationship drama, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Author Notes: Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read, like, reblog, and comment on this fic. I have to admit, it warms my heart that this is such a supportive and welcoming fandom. Good news – this was the first chapter for which I used a beta and I think you’ll notice some nice improvements in quality and continuity. To quote @star this is the last chapter of lovely fluffiness before a good amount of angst (not as good as how she writes angst, but I gotta try) comes Steph and Steve’s way. Thanks so much, again. Can’t wait to hear what you think – Steph
Summer always went by so quickly. You’d been working in different schools almost 20 years and every single year, the hot months were over before you knew it. Not this summer. You were determined to enjoy your time with your kids, with Steve, and with your friends. You were excited to kick it off at the 4th of July BBQ that you and your girl squad had been planning for a few months. It was the same day as Steve’s 100th birthday, so you wanted it to be special, but you knew he wouldn’t want to draw attention to himself there, so a quiet celebration was going to be tacked on at the end, with just your crew and closest friends. You, Bucky, and the girls had multiple covert meetings to think of gift ideas, and you were all eager to see his face when he opened what you finally decided upon.
Summary: Today was a new day. After a long and emotional night, Sunday dawned and you felt like yourself again. Except now, feeling like yourself had a new meaning – being in love with Steve Rogers. You had a day to yourselves and spent it together. It was a day of firsts, including your first motorcycle ride. It was a day to celebrate each other whatever way you wanted, and it was a day to feel things you had never felt before.
Word Count: 4800
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Plus-size OFC
Warnings: Fluff, family and new relationship drama, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Author note: Welcome to the “things get better” chapter! I loved writing this one, but definitely needed some time to put all the random plot points together in a coherent way. I’d love to know if you think I’m dragging this out too long or if the pace is good and keeps you wanting more. I don’t want to frustrate anyone with waiting! Again, thank you for reading and commenting. It means the world to me.
You both said it. You both said, “I love you,” and the apocalypse didn’t dawn. After your huge emotional release the night before (a polite way of saying a breakdown), a good night’s sleep, and your declarations of love, you felt incredible. You had the whole day ahead of you, with no work, no obligations, and a wonderful boyfriend. You wanted to spend the day outside. As you sat in bed drinking coffee and barely containing giggles, you could not refrain from organizing your day.
“What do you want to do today?” Steve ran his hand down your arm as you leaned back into him. You could get used to this.
It’s gonna go to hell soon, isn’t it? Because it’s too perfect right now. I love it, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to them. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.
It had been a few days since she had gotten back to the states. The day after she arrived they had all gone to the compound in upstate New York. Keni had just gotten back from a walk through the surrounding woods, being around all of the animals comforted her, when Sam found her, an apologetic look on his face.
Summary: Your first date with Steve was epic, to say the least. The day after was just as good – meeting some of the other Avengers, getting to thank Bucky for his part in bringing you together, and more 1:1 time for the two of you. You tried to trust that the two of you would figure out how to make it work when you got back to the real world of work, kids, and day-to-day life. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, but Steve convinced you that you would do it together.
Warnings: Fluff, family and new relationship drama, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Author note: Writing “real life” isn’t nearly as exciting as fluff and smut, but I wanted to learn how to do that. Thank God for smut being liberally sprinkled throughout. Thanks to all for reading and telling me how you’re feeling about this story, it means a lot to me. – Steph
A lot had happened in the last 3 days. A date with a sweet guy that was going to stay a friend, dinner with a friend that became more, and a first date that put all others to shame. When you woke up, early as usual, you had a momentary flash of panic – it was Monday, you weren’t at work, you weren’t even in Brooklyn. You grabbed your phone and checked your emails and calendar and let out a big breath – today was your work from home day to catch up on writing evaluations, follow up with contracts, pay bills – all the things that small-business owners had to do to stay afloat.
Summary: Now that you had admitted your feelings to each other, you and Steve were in the “can’t get enough of each other,” phase. Your new sizzle leads to starts and stops, prods from your friends, winks from his, and his promise to take you on a real date. Your first date was simple, beautiful, magical, and romantic. It was everything both of you ever wanted, and didn’t know you needed.
Word Count: 5500
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC
Warnings: Up til now – fluff, some longing, some angst, lots of cute. Starting this chapter…..there’s more.
Author notes: This chapter was the first time I attempted writing smut, and I thought I did ok! (Well enough that I was encouraged to write lots more! LOL) I remember realizing at this point that I was crafting an evolution – not only of a story but of a relationship, or rather, the “cosmos” of connected relationships and I liked it – a lot. I thank all of you for being so kind and generous with your time in reading, reblogging, and commenting – it makes me so happy that this little baby o’ mine is something that has appeal beyond my computer. 🙂 – Steph
When you opened your eyes, you didn’t need any time at all to remember last night, or to smile, laugh, and hum at the thought of Steve running his incredibly large hands over places on your body that hadn’t gotten attention in a long while, how his mouth found other places that made you make noises that you’ve never made before, and how his eyes made your heart melt. It was a VERY nice memory to wake up to.
A/N: This is my entry into @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan‘s Full Figured Fantasty, Plus Size writing Challenge. I chose Steve rogers, and my prompt was “Be proud of who you are and don’t change for anyone”
Summary: Michelle is a feisty Driver’s Ed teacher. After a chance encounter with an attractive brunette in a coffee shop, its actually his blonde friend that she ends up finding herself falling for, much to her surprise. Pairing: AU Artist Skinny Steve Rogers x Plus Size WOC Michelle Warnings: Swearing, Sassy Steve, Kissing, Fingering, Oral Sex, Restraints (Silk Scarf), Unprotected Sex, Cum-play/Cum-marking, Sub/Dom undertones and mentions. Other characters; Bucky Barnes x OC Callie (no race or description specified) Wordcount: 4438
Michelle knew what she liked, who she
liked, and how she wanted to live her life. This is why her business as a
Private Driving Tutor surprised so many of her friends; she relinquished
control to someone that was as far away from in control as that could be. But
people forgot that even when a student who had never been behind a steering
wheel was taking their first tentative steps towards their driver’s licence,
Michelle still had her feet hovering over the dual controls in the passenger
seat of the specially adapted vehicle.
There was one aspect of her life however
that her friends didn’t know about, and it was something only the select few
that she took to her bed would be privy to; that was the one place where
Michelle liked to relinquish control.
Standing in line at Starbucks she waited
as her friend ordered for the pair of them, scrolling through her phone as she
checked her emails. It was only when a strong Brooklyn accent behind her caught
her attention did she look up, not so subtly listening;
“Listen Punk, I can’t keep driving
you around to these galleries, work are gonna have my ass if they spot the
extra miles I’m putting onto the clock… yeah… and you got your own van….
yeah well you gotta learn to drive in order to get your damn licence Stevie…”
A/N: This is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ‘s Full Figured Fantasy challenge. My prompt was “I’m not fat, I’m just so sexy it overflows” Thanks to @sensualyodeling for betaing at 1:30 in the morning
Clara did not get nervous. Not usually at least; and especially not before a ballet performance. Clara Barton had been dancing since she was three years old, her older brother Clint signed her up for lessons when he was twenty-one, hoping to give her some structure. He knew her mom wouldn’t do it, and he couldn’t when he was deployed. Now, at twenty years old, Clara was the star of a professional ballet for the first time. She just hoped Clint would be there on time.
“There you are my little ballerina.” Clara turned around to see her older brother standing there next to Natasha.
“I am anything but little, Clint.” It was true—Clara was definitely a full figured woman, and she was proud of her body. Some people thought she was unhealthy because of her size, but she knew that wasn’t true. What others thought didn’t matter.
“You’ll always be little to me sweetie. Good luck out there; you’ll do great.” Clint gave her a big hug and a smile before leaving the room.
“We’re very proud of you Clara. You’ve got this.” Nat gave her a smile before leaving the room to find her seat with Clint.
“Clara! You’re on in five!” It was show time.
The show went perfectly, and now Clara was out at a bar with Clint and his friends celebrating. It had been awhile since she had seen them all and she certainly hadn’t been expecting for them all to show up to her performance. At that point, they had all had quite a bit to drink and Clara went up to bar to order the next round.
“Hey babe, your place or mine?” some drunk guy came up to Clara and threw his arm around her shoulders as he spoke.
“And what makes you think I’ll be going anywhere with you?” She asked, pushing his arm off of her.
“Cuz I got twenty dollars and a thing for fat girls.”
Now she was pissed.
Clint watched as his little sister walked away to order more drinks. He was immensely proud of her. Seventeen years ago, he never would have thought that signing his little sister up for dance classes would lead to this. All he had wanted was to give her normalcy away from her mother and her mother’s choices. By the time he had gotten home from that deployment, Clara had a new dream. She wanted two things in life: to have a great dane and to be a dancer. Today she achieved that dream—well most of it at least.
Clint noticed some guy put his arm around Clara’s shoulder and they began talking. Clara didn’t look like she wanted to be talking to him, though, so Clint made his way to the bar to make sure everything was okay. As he got closer he caught the end of the conversation.
“Cuz I got twenty dollars and a thing for fat girls.”
Clint was pissed—no woman should ever be spoken to like that—but he was still too far away to do anything about it.
“Excuse me what did you call me?” Clara snapped back.
“What? It’s not like no one here knew it; it’s kinda obvious you’re fat.” the man scoffed. Clint wished he could kick the shit out of the jackass, but his sister beat him to it.
“Okay first of all your twenty means nothing, I’m not a hooker,” Clara paused and punched the man right in the nose, probably breaking it by the looks of it, “and second, I’m not fat, I’m just so damn sexy it overflows.”
“You’ll regret that; no one else would want you anyway.” the man attempted to save face by embarrassing her. Obviously it didn’t work as she just shrugged with a grin.
“Oh, hey Clint, sorry I was taking so long. I had an annoying little bug to deal with.” She smiled at him, grabbed their drinks off the counter and began walking back to the table. All Clint could do was laugh as he watching security drag the drunk asshole out of the bar.
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