So,
I took part in @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan full figured fantasy challenge. I
also chose Sam as who I would be writing for. Hope you enjoy
Warnings – None
Prompt – My thighs are so sexy, they can’t
stop touching each other. Word Count – 444
As
you sat in front of the mirror finishing your make up, Sam waked in and stopped
when he saw you. Taking in your appearance.
‘I guess you can kiss heaven goodbye…’ He said as he looked you up and down. The
black dress was hugging all your curves and it made you feel sexy.
‘… because it’s got to be a sin to look like that.’ He finished, and you
chuckled as you puckered your lips, making sure the red lipstick was on
perfectly.
‘Sam.’ You warned him as he walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist.
‘What, it’s the truth.’ He said, he pulled back slightly to move your hair away
from your neck before placing a couple of kisses on your neck.
‘how about we ditch this party and just stay here tonight?’ He suggested, you
placed the make up down and turned in your seat to look at him.
‘And have everyone question where we were and knowing our luck, Tony would send
someone, and they would knock on the door, and if we didn’t answer probably
knock it down.’ You told him, it had almost happened once when Tony himself appeared.
–
‘Could
have covered up more.’ You heard from behind you as you exited the bathroom,
you turned around.
‘Excuse me?’ You asked her, she scoffed and looked you up and down, along with the
two girls flanking her.
‘Your fat, and we don’t need to see it all.’ She said flicking her blonde hair behind
her shoulder, the obnoxious pink nails matching her dress.
‘I don’t need to please you.’ You said as you turned around ignoring her.
‘That’s right run away, if you can.’ She said, and her and the girls chuckled
but it quickly stopped when you turned around.
‘I don’t need to please you honey, I have a perfect boyfriend, who is waiting
for me, that loves me for me and I don’t need to fit into society’s image of a
perfect girl to be perfect for myself.’ You said to them, as they watched you
closely.
‘Now if you and your friends are jealous of me because my thighs are so sexy. They
can’t stop touching each other, then I’m going to go back and enjoy my night.’ You
stated and watched as their jaws slackened, realising that their comments hadn’t
affected you.
‘Your negativity won’t bring anyone down but yourself.’ You warned them before turning
around and heading back to the table.
‘Everything good?’ Sam questioned as you sat down beside him,
‘Everything’s great.’ You replied, knowing he had seen the confrontation and he
placed a gentle kiss to your temple.
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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Prompt: “Loving yourself is the greatest revolution.”
Summary: You’re down in the dumps about your curves and size
Word Count: 623
Warnings: Pretty cheesy. Like super cheesy lmao, and fluff. Self-love, because everyone needs it
A/N: ayy, I think I did pretty good for a woc! one-shot, what do y’all think? I usually like to keep things neutral so everyone can take part, but I decided to fulfill one of my goals and write something that fits more of a latinx description. Tell me what you guys think! Also @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan you are excellent for coming up with this and making a whole challenge out of it! I only wish I hadn’t waited till the last minute to get it done completely lmao (I wanted it to be good, but short and sweet)
You always ignored the fact that many women with your complexion were supposed to have an hourglass figure.
And your size wasn’t usually a problem. Some days, you were confident in your size, telling yourself that you were just the right amount of thick.
But tonight, was different.
It was late and you didn’t want to go to Tony’s party. Your dress didn’t hold you the same way it did when you first bought it and, from one negative thought to the next, you found yourself pouting in the mirror, your sight blurred from the tears in your eyes.
“Y/N, my magnificent—” Thor walks out the bathroom with his suit hastily thrown on and his tie wrapped in his hands. He stops short when he sees your teary-eyed reflection.
He quickly makes his way to you. “My love, is everything alright?”
“I’m fine, I was just thinking.” You wave him off, turning away to compose yourself.
Thor, automatically sensing the truth, stands between you and the mirror and gently brings your chin up. “(Y/n).”
Suddenly, as if his tender actions had unraveled your discontent, you feel your shoulders shake with involuntary sobs.
“My love, please talk to me.”
You motion silently to your attire, glowering at your form. “It’s—”
His eyes flit down to your torso, searching for a wound of some sort. “It’s what?”
You huff and motion again to yourself. “I’m—” He raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue. “I’m not as thin as these other women! Okay? This pinche dress looked absolutely amazing on my figure a few weeks ago and I must’ve gained weight or something because now, I’m just gorda all in my arms and my shoulders—”
Thor pulls you close to your chest and your complaints and arguments are muffled against his large chest. “My dear, you are being dramatic. You look absolutely stunning.”
You pull away from his chest, hiding your tear stained face and sobbing silently. “No, Thor. I don’t. I look terrible. I can’t compete with the other women out there! They’re all taller and hairless and their hair defies all laws of physics!”
He smiles softly at you and waits a moment, “Are you finished?”
When you huff and mutter under your breath in spanish, he wraps his arms around you and gives you a sober look in the eyes. “I don’t know why this is so important to you, but I want you to know that there is no other woman out there that could ever be any better than you are. You are a charming, intelligent woman who remembers her roots and has immense love for everyone around you. Except for yourself.
“(Y/n), I want you to understand that loving yourself is the greatest revolution, and that it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks of you because you owe yourself that privilege.”
When you didn’t look up at him, Thor was worried he had said something wrong. “My love?”
You quickly jump into his arms and bury your wet face against the crook of his neck, smelling the cologne on his neck.
It was perfect, really.
To have his large arms around your body and whisper soothing encouragements until your eyes no longer looked puffy and you were ready to walk out the door with your newly found confidence was something you were probably always going to be grateful for.
The party was amazing. You had never been so full of love for yourself as much as you had been that night. There were drinks and gambling. All part of Tony’s charm.
And at the end of the night, you were left with your loving God of Thunder.
Summary: Insomnia sucks, but going on a date with a handsome man doesn’t. Steve comes to the rescue so you can enjoy a night out with your best friend’s brother, Sam. The date is fun and ends sweetly, but Stephanie is pretty sure it’s not a love connection. Steve’s night with a room full of teenage girls goes well, and a late-night text from Bucky reminds him of something he’s avoiding.
Word Count: 3300
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC
Warnings: Fluff, insecurity, single-parent angst and later on, adult content. For now, just getting to know you chit chat and longing looks.
Author notes: I just want to thank everyone who has been so wonderfully kind and supportive in reading my “baby.” 🙂 For this chapter, I remember that when I wrote it I thought about Steph being attracted to the Sam we all know and love, Sam Wilson. Well, that didn’t work out, but because I didn’t have the forethought to change it, I left the name Sam. THIS SAM DOES NOT REFER TO THE FALCON. I know, I know, confusing. But I also know that this was the 4th chapter I had ever written for fanfic EVER, so I’m cutting myself some slack. 🙂 I hope you allow me some, too. Thanks lovies! – Steph
It was never hard for you to fall asleep. Stay asleep, yes, but fall asleep, no. Tonight was one of the exceptions. You looked at your phone again, 2:15am. Sigh. You’d had a particularly challenging case at work that you couldn’t let go of, your 12-year-old daughter wasn’t feeling well so tomorrow looked like a day at home, and you had a date Friday night with the brother of one of your best friends. Your mind was just too busy and wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. Neither FaceBook nor listening to the “Sounds of Nature” app was helping. Might as well get up.
This is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Full Figured Fantasy writing challenge. Hopefully I hit the mark for you. I realized as I was writing that maybe Tony is a bit of an awkward duck for me to write. I hope it comes off natural enough? Feedback really appreciated on this one.
Pairing: Tony Stark x PlusSized!Reader | Word Count: 1.4k | Warnings: none, just some insecurities | Fluff mostly | Prompt: I got 99 problems, but my curves ain’t one
You hated these Stark Industries parties, they were full of pomp and circumstance and beautiful people putting on their best faces and you were just…you. Plain and simple, average features with a little more to love around the edges and it always made you so insecure to stand next to these model thin women with their slim flutes of champagne. You sighed and brushed your hands down your front, trying to smooth away non-existent wrinkles in the fabric of your dress; it was a gold sequined number with a scoop neckline that accentuated your breasts in the best possible way, it hugged you perfectly to give you that classic hourglass figure that guys claimed to fall down over but you still found yourself as single. But no matter how much you hated the parties, being on the direct Stark payroll meant your mandatory attendance.
Your phone chirped on the desk and you hit the home button to bring up the text message. It was from your boss, Tony Stark, wondering where you were. You smiled softly and returned to your mirror where you replied a coat of your favorite shade of lipstick before throwing it in your little black clutch and headed up to the rooftop where this shindig was being thrown. You took a deep breath to steel your nerves and put your pleasant Stark assistant face on as the elevator opened up to the rooftop. You looked up from the entrance platform out on the sea of perfectly trimmed topiary and fairy lights. It had been a painstaking week of planning the soiree to every minute detail, Tony had given you free reign to take some of the burden off of Pepper’s busy schedule.
You made your way down the stairs and headed straight for the bar, giving a little wave to Steve and Sam as you passed and quickly ordered yourself a martini and a shot of Svedka. Shooting back the shot quickly you winced at the rubbing alcohol like burn before chasing it with a swallow of martini, the dry vermouth not doing much to take the sensation away.
Summary: A Marvel Alternate Universe work. Lizzie is a confident fat chick who doesn’t flaunt or apologize for it. One night after she sang a particularly challenging number during her birthday party, she was approached by the most gorgeous man she’d ever met, whose attention she took for kindness, not interest. Thanks to the people who love her, he finds her on Tinder and though she is skeptical of his motives, she decides to swipe right.
Pairings: OFC Plus-Size Babe x AU Steve Rogers
Warnings: Internal angst in this one with a bit of fluffiness, some swearing, frank talk of body image, but nothing too bad!
Word Count: 3100
A/N: Thank you to EVERYONE who took the time to read, like, reblog and/or comment on the first two parts of this fic! I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I appreciate knowing if you feel this wrapped it up? Just curious of your opinions. 🙂 Thank you – Steph
At the end of the performance, Steve waited while you congratulated your fellow performers and your director. Your sister and her girlfriend were hanging around, smiling sneakily, making you giggle with spent adrenaline and new feelings of excitement.
“Are you sure you’re ok that we’re not going?” Your little sister was the person in your life who knew you better than anyone else. She wanted to push you, gently, but make sure you knew how much she loved you. As she spoke you reached your hand out to Steve and he took it, holding it tightly and kissing your cheek.
Summary: Daily life isn’t as glamorous as it is portrayed on TV and in the movies, but having Captain America as your neighbor and now friend is a nice bonus. Your family’s life goes on day by day, and Steve Rogers is making it a bit easier. Both you and he feel like a platonic relationship is where you’re at, but some other feelings may be creeping in.
Word Count: 2500
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC
Warnings: Fluff, insecurity, single-parent angst and later on, adult content. Now we’re at the friends-but-want-more stage. Nothing red-label, yet.
Author’s Note: Hi all! Thank you so much for your wonderful support, feedback, reblogs, likes, and comments – I appreciate them all because it means you took the time to do another little thing for another person to make them feel good. So, mission accomplished I feel great about this! This fic is definitely my baby, and I know there are going to be groany moments, but bear with me. 🙂
Having Captain America as your next door neighbor came with some perks. You always felt safe in your apartment building, but now, you seemed to have a feeling of calm. Something about being able to take down an alien invasion made cat burglars seem less scary. Steve was an exceptionally generous neighbor, and it would have been very easy to take advantage of his kindness. He regularly volunteered to walk with you and your girls after dark, pick up things like coffee and bagels while he was out, and keep an eye on you now and then during your early-morning walks (from afar, obviously, since your walking speed and his running speed were far from compatible.) Both of you tried to respectfully observe the friend/neighbor-of-the-opposite-sex boundary. He always asked if he was “nosing around” too much, you always checked in when you or the girls had knocked a few too many times on his door. It felt like a friendly and equitable give-and-take, except when it came to school fundraisers.
Summary: Your life as a busy, working divorced mom of a teenager and tweenager in Brooklyn was busy and happy. Your new neighbor is certainly polite and friendly. While you admit he’s gorgeous, your hope is that he doesn’t mind the obnoxious noise levels created by your girls and their ever-present friends. It never occurs to you to that anything more could develop, other than neighborly friendship.
Word Count: 2300
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC
Warnings: Fluff, insecurity, single-parent angst and later on, adult content. For now, just getting to know you chit chat and longing looks.
Author’s Note: This is the first fanfiction I ever wrote. I fell into this lovely writing world, and I thought I would throw my thoughts into the mix. I’ve edited it a BIT to get rid of the errors and parts that made me cringe the most, but I left some in, too, because it’s a rite of passage for your first fic to be awkward, at least for me! 🙂 Please be kind!! (and there are lots more chapters and I swear, thanks to my betas, they get a lot better). Enjoy!
Summary: AU – Felicia Angelli is a sociology professor at a local college who meets a psychology professor who is intrigued not only with her work, but with her plus-sized body. They may have unknowingly connected through a mutual, but their worlds have intersected in other ways, as well.
Warnings: Fluff, self-love, swearing, kissing and allusions to sexy times.
Word Count: 3500
Pairings: OFC Plus-Size Babe x AU Bucky Barnes
A/N: This is my entry into the wonderful, brilliant, amazing @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ‘s “Star’s Full-Figured Fantasy.” My prompt is: “My body isn’t flawed, your thinking is.” I loved writing this! It was my first challenge, I bothered @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan WAY too much about details, but as always, she was kind and patient and funny and helpful. Hope you enjoy!! Thank you Star for doing this!
As you stood in front of your Introduction to Sociology class, you surveyed your new students. These were first-years, new to college, new to living away from their families, new to this level of independence. Things would crash and burn eventually, usually ending in tears, but for today, for now, they were fresh-faced, impressionable, and wanted to please you, their teacher.
From a quick glance around the room, there was a good mix of men and women, which would help later on in the term when they needed to pair up for projects. After you introduced yourself, passed out the syllabus, taken attendance, and gotten all their initial questions answered, it was time to dig in.
This. Was. Perfect. Everything about it; describing her insecurities, that she wasn’t working out to get skinny, Bucky being… Bucky. Beautiful work, my friend. Thank you so much for writing this. It’s amazing.
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