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.
Visiting your sister Darcy was such a balm to your wounded soul. You two were thick as thieves, delighting in mischief and baking. Darcy was the only one in your family who understood & didn’t push the latest weight loss fad down your throat. She knew you tried.
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.
Summary: You find out one of the side effects of Asgardian mead. Word Count: 720 Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, plot if you squint really hard, slight Stucky. Author’s Note: Requested by @marvelhasmyheartandbrokeit Bucky or Steve or both 😉 smut “my thighs create more thunder than Thor does.” Also, this serves as an apology of sorts for the heavy angst I’ve been posting lately. I hope you accept this token, and can find it in your hearts to forgive me. GIF credit [X][X]
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Your body was warm; from the roots of your hair, to the tips of your toes, and everything in between. The Asgardian liquor you managed to steal from Thor was indeed potent, but that wasn’t what surprised you about it. The god had never told you about the way it heated the blood that was surging through your veins, burning it with raw lust that left you writhing on the bed like a cat in heat.
“Look at her, Stevie,” Bucky purred, thick cock in his hand, stroking himself languidly.
Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, thick, throbbing, and crimson. God, you wanted to taste it so bad, to feel it deep in your throat, plunging in and out of your pussy. The thought alone made you clench around Steve’s curling fingers.
“She looks good enough to eat,” Steve praised, peering at you between the valley of your heavy breasts, a wicked gleam in his lust-blown pupils.
His mouth was on you in a flash, his full lips sealed around your clit, his tongue flicking it, his perfect teeth scraping over the bundle of nerves. Your thighs were shaking, cellulite and all, against Steve’s head, holding him there as the orgasm washed over you, pulling the name of both men out of you in gasps and moans.
Bucky was on the edge of the bed, his mouth on your breast, sucking dark marks into your skin, leaving bite marks around your pebbled nipple, sending a zing of pain straight down your spine. He did it to your other breast, burying his nose in the plush tissue, breathing you in. You laced your fingers through his hair and gave him a searing kiss, one that had him seeing stars.
Steve came up for air a moment later, your slick dripping off his chin and fingers. “Fuck, baby girl,” he growled, spreading your arousal along his thick shaft. “You’ve soaked the sheets.”
You couldn’t help the pride that swelled in your chest. “And we’ve only begun.”
“Indeed,” Steve agreed with you and settled between your thick thighs, notching the wide head of his cock just inside of you for several heartbeats, and then, with one swift thrust, he was buried to the hilt.
Bucky’s mouth fell open as he watched you take his best friend’s cock, at the way Steve was driven breathless, and it only made him harder. “Fuckin’ hell,” he hissed, your hand finding his cock and squeezing.
At your invitation, Bucky’s cock was in your mouth and down your throat. With every contraction of your throat, he snarled and pistoned his hips faster, matching the thrusts of the man between your thighs. Steve had one of your thighs over his shoulder and his legs were spread, using the bed – and your leg – for leverage, driving your ass into the mattress as he fucked you. With one hand, you were fondling Bucky’s balls, massaging them, scraping your nails against the taut skin of his taint. Bucky shivered and groaned your name, winding his fingers tight in your hair. Your other hand was on Steve’s ass, your nails digging deep into the firm globe, pulling him into you harder, deeper, helping to drive yourself toward your release.
The wet slap of skin on skin drowned out the grunts of desperation, the moans of praise, the snarling of both men as your body thrummed, pulsing around them, as your orgasm stole your vision. Bucky spilled himself on your tongue and down your throat, gasping and shaking as you swallowed every last drop. Steve’s hips stuttered as he ground himself against you, his pelvis digging into your clit, sending another wave of euphoria through you.
Later, when the three of you were lying in bed, panting, slick with with sweat, sharing passionate kisses and terms of endearment, you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of you.
“What is it, doll?” Bucky wanted to know, his metal arm cool against your curves.
“My thighs create more thunder than Thor does.” The words were out of you before you could even stop them, the Asgardian mead still working its way through your system.
Steve slapped a hand to your thigh, the skin and tissue rippling at his touch. “Better hunker down. I hear we’re in for a hell of a storm.”
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.
Summary: A Speed Dating event leads to more
for a couple of people.
Pairing: Bucky
Barnes x Plus Size! Reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:
it’s a fluffy mess, so fluff; slight language.
Word count: 1493
Prompt: Written
for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for Star’s Full-Figured Fantasy. My prompt
was: “I have an hourglass figure, too.
Mine just has extra minutes.” I just had to change around the wording a bit
to make it fit better.
Cheesy Pick-Up Lines and Forever
The night was dragging on an on as
one “date” after another sat down in front of me and gave me some bullshit line
on how it was nice to meet me when I could read their expression that said
meeting me was anything but. Every single one was the same: bell rings, guy
sits, dislike at first sight, awkward conversation until the bell rings again.
Over and over and over again.
I hate speed dating. I hate blind
dates. I just hate dates in general. It just never turns out well for me in the
end. I’m a plus-sized gal living in a world where Hollywood and the media shame
us for not looking like those actors and actresses on the silver screen. But I’ve
spent my whole life learning to be happy with myself and my body, and what
these men didn’t realize is that I’m perfect just the way I am.
And yet they don’t get to see that
with the very limited time we’re given with the person across from us.
I remain in awe of your writing talent. I always get sucked in, feel as if I’m there, in the moment, experiencing everything that’s happening. I love it. Thank you so much for participating.
Summary: You told yourself you just wanted to thank him for helping you out with your kids, but then you started acknowledging, to yourself, that maybe you wanted more than that, but you weren’t sure how Steve felt. Steve was going through the same thing, wanting to maintain your friendship, but wanting to see if your feelings mirrored his. Thank goodness for Bucky, who finally talked Steve into taking the first step towards sharing his feelings with you.
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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: Ta daaaa! Fluffiness and happiness are finally here. I am loving writing this series, and so glad you all are enjoying it. Many, many thanks to @MsZombieCake and @MsEnglish101 for supporting me, giving me wonderful feedback, and helping me make this better. 🙂
One great thing about living with teenagers is that the mornings were usually quiet. Today, this was good because even though you had slept later than usual, you woke up thinking, and it always helped to do that in peace. You were always thinking, but what was odd was that your mind was on two men, instead of the minutiae that usually occupied your brain. You were out late the night before, having a nice, but ultimately platonic, date with Sam. He was sweet, funny, handsome, and your best friend’s brother, but you didn’t feel any sparks. The other provoker-of-thoughts was the most consistent man in your life for the last 6 months, your neighbor Steve, aka Captain America – you know, no big deal or anything. “Truth, Justice, and the American Way” were as much a part of him as the world thought, but he also happened to be the most gentlemanly, respectful, and honest man you’ve ever met (ok, and beautiful in a way that redefines the word). So basically he was all the best parts of the Captain America legend mixed with qualities you never thought you’d find in one person, at least not one you could meet in real life.
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